#is it 1am? yes? should I be asleep by now? don’t worry about it

[watchingyoufromthestars]

Taking an essay break, time to ramble a bit about dndads tma au ideas. I am not immune to putting the s2 teens into the plot of another fave media.

Starting off with the last post, Hermie was Spiral-bound but taken by the Stranger. Scam is the Spiral metaphorically only for the parallel of Hermie wanting to prove himself to his father by pulling off the ultimate scam, which here would be him attempting to merge with the Distortion, but before getting to Sannikov Land to complete the Spiral's ritual, he was taken by the Stranger. I’m thinking he was possibly marked by the Lonely at an early age and almost followed the path to serve that fear but found more appeal in the lies and deceit of the Spiral. And now he’s of neither lol.

Taylor would follow the path of Tim, with Hermie being his Danny, but Danny is also Sasha in the way we meet him before his time runs out. Basically Hermie has something of a role before he gets poofed instead of only ever mentioned like Danny since he’s already gone long before mag1.

I think Link would become an Avatar of the End. I’m not sure why or how this is just a gut reaction idea with no thought. No idea where he’d fit in with the archive crew, I don’t see him as a Sasha since that’s already taken by Hermie. Idk the AU plot is still plotting.

Scary is the Eye’s Special Little Girl. Marked by the Web and Willy is the Jonah to her Jon. no further notes, she’s the main character.

WHICH MEANS I WORMED MY WAY INTO A NORMSCARY AU MWAHAHA because Normal is so Lonely-coded. There’s also something to be said about the Corruption and how it can manifest as unhealthy love and companionship but maybe I’ll save that for Lark and Sparrow and turn their codependency up to 11. I just want to make everyone fun little monsters.

I don’t know if he’d play into the story at all but I put thought into Glenn. He might just be a statement only character. He’s absolutely been marked by the Buried; whether or not he gave in to that terror is a different story. Glenn may not have the s1 dads to lean on; may not even know them. As much as Freddie will avoid giving his characters big moments of weakness unless forced upon him (/lh), you think he wasn’t freaking the fuck out in the confinements of jail even a little bit? And then when he gets put in another cell in Heaven – and way smaller this time – there wasn’t even a little bit of panic? That he’d be trapped for another 18 years?

There were probably a few other fears at play because mag185 is so Glenn coded and the girl throwing rocks at Tina is Narcolas. If Glenn became an Avatar he might serve the Desolation based on his ‘path of revenge’ near the end of s1 and his duel with Terry Jr. in Hell – and maybe the Desolation also marked him before the Buried with all the loss in his life – but I don’t see him actually becoming an Avatar.

And I could see Terry Jr. as a Gerry equivalent but only in the way that he’s dead, stuck in a book, and used for a huge lore drop about the Fear Entities (mag111). And also in the way that he’s super goth.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Maybe Kurapika goes out drinking at one point alone after a failed mission, his thoughts wander to you as he’s beating himself up. At like 1am you get a phone call from him, slurring his words and asking you to pick him up because the bartender just cut him off.

He’s apologetic, and stumbling, but instead of scolding him you’re worriedly trying to help him into your car so he can sleep on your couch. He’s rambling about all kinds of shit but mostly how much he likes you, how he wants to live long enough to have a normal life by your side, etc.

You set him on your bed instead so he can be comfier while you take the couch, but when you go to leave he’s clinging onto you and begging you to stay so you do. And oh boy is he a clingy cuddler when he’s drunk. He’s got his arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in your chest (he’s pleasantly surprised to find you went braless- but in reality you rushed out in your pjs because your first priority was his safety.)

He’s passed out on you, snoring softly as you run your hands through his hair and kiss him on the forehead. He knows he’ll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, but for now, he just wants to feel you close.

(I want to add more but i have to go)

warning: gets a little spicy near the end, Kurapika makes you feel good after you take care of him, also mentions of vomit because of his hangover

Kurapika sighed into his third shot of the night, leaning against the bar.

This was his third failed mission that month, and he was beginning to lose hope of ever finding of his clan’s eyes. If he hadn’t been so stupid, the bastard wouldn’t have been able to escape. Now it would be even harder to catch the man off guard to steal back the eyes.

Kurapika downed the shot and ordered the next, already feeling a familiar warmth in his belly. He didn’t usually use alcohol to numb his sorrows, but today had been difficult.

‘Fucking idiot. Can’t even do one thing right. If you can’t even avenge your clan, how will you ever be able to tell her you love her?’

He bit his lip so hard it bled. Kurapika swiped the blood away, sneering at his own weakness.

It was only after his sixth shot that he was told he’d been cut off.

“Hey man, you’re barely able to hold yourself up, you’ve had enough for the night.”

The barkeeper was kind enough to escort him outside, giving him a cup of water to sip on. “You should call someone to pick you up.”

Kurapika huffed and set his water to the side, pulling out his phone.

He didn’t have many contacts, mostly because he didn’t have many friends to call. He could text Leorio, but he knew he was taking a test tomorrow and would need his sleep. Melody wasn’t in town, and the only contact left in his list was…

You.

He blinked, pressing a clumsy finger to your contact and looking at your smiling face for a second before he pressed call.

You were sound asleep, cuddled up under your blankets when you heard the sound of Kurapika’s ringtone from your nightstand.

It was strange, he never called you so late at night, so you knew it had to be serious. You sit up and bed and answer his call, already worried.

“Kurapika? What’s up?” He can hear the worry in your voice, wincing slightly.

The line is silent for a moment, only hearing the sound of him breathing softly.

“Did I wake you up?”

His speech is slurred, you notice. “I was only dozing. Are you okay?”

“I… can… can you come pick me up?”

You push yourself out of your bed, already slipping on a pair of pajama pants and jacket. “Yes, of course. Did something happen?”

He’s a bit too embarrassed to admit that he’s so drunk that it’s hard to concentrate on talking, but he knows it’s probably obvious.

“Drank too much, they just cut me off.”

You frown, already out the door and unlocking your car. “Okay, I’ll be right there. Don’t move, okay?”

He couldn’t even if he tried.

—————

You pull up to the bar Kurapika frequented, parking before sprinting over the hunched over form of your friend. When you reach his side, he looks up with pink cheeks and half lidded eyes.

“Sorry to bother you so late…”

You push back his hair, cupping his cheek to get a good look at him. There’s bags under his eyes, and as he leans against you, you can smell booze on his breath.

“Shh, it’s alright. Let’s get you home, okay?”

Getting him to the car would be a challenge, but nothing you couldn’t do. He clung to you the entire way, his hands holding onto you like you were a lifeline. Through his stumbling and tripping, you hold him tight, never once complaining when he steps on your feet or leans all of his weight against you.

“Sorry… I…”

His hands grip the fabric of your shirt. “The mission… went bad. I’m just so fucking mad… I want to be done with all of it. All of it.”

He leans into your touch, signing against your neck. “You’re so sweet. So sweet to someone so selfish like me. I’m so sorry. Sorry I’m never here, you’re always there when I need you.”

You help him into your car, buckling him in. As you reach over to click the buckle into place, he pulls you closer, holding you against his chest.

“I’m so sorry. I just… I just need you so much. When you’re not with me it hurts so much. When I’m gone it’s hard to focus… without thinking about you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, looking up to see him staring down at you with those intense red eyes. He cups your cheek, the gesture filled with love and longing.

“I just… just love you so much. So much. I… I wanna be with you forever. Live together. I wanna live long enough that… that…”

His eyes start to fill with tears, the feeling of them dropping onto your cheeks making you instinctually reach up and wipe them away.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright. We’ve gotta get home, sweetheart.”

He lets you go, watching as you climb into the drivers seat. His hand immediately drifts to your thigh, holding onto it as you drive home like if he didn’t, you’d disappear.

You had planned on just putting him on the couch, but your bed would be much more comfortable and closer to the bathroom in case he needed to throw up.

As you once again looped your arm with his, he leaned against you again, this time sighing in contentment as he sniffed your hair. You tried not to laugh, the sniff was so loud.

“Smell so good… like home.”

That made you blush. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

You unlock the door to your home, helping the stumbling man to you room and laying him down. He mumbles something about you looking cute as you grab a pillow and throw blanket and start to leave.

“No!”

You stop when you feel him pull you back by your waist. You can feel his tears soaking the back of your shirt as he blubbers and cries.

“P… please. Stay with me, I can’t be alone. Not right now.”

This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen Kurapika. He usually preferred to be alone. After all, it was easier to keep people at a distance if you yourself were distant, but that didn’t apply to you. Especially right now.

You relent, turning around so you were facing him. “Okay, shh. It’s alright, I’m right here.”

You climb into bed, his hands never leaving you. Once you’re finally next to him, he pulls you close and cuddles into your chest with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. Even when he’s drunk, his grip is strong. You wouldn’t be leaving the bed tonight, even if you wanted to.

As he buries his face into your boobs, he lets out a hum. You’re not wearing a bra, and god you’re so soft.

“So soft… wanna stay like this forever…”

You had rushed out the door so quickly you hadn’t bothered on throwing on a bra, now embarrassed at how content he looked between your boobs. His hands were all over you, cupping your boobs before drifting to your butt, squeezing it.

After he finished copping a feel, YOU could feel him harden against you, the man whining out. “Wanna… wanna feel you. Can…”

You interrupt him by placing his hands back on your waist, gentle but firm.

“No, you’re drunk. Not now.”

He looked up at you sleepily, his face too cute. “Does that mean… we can later?”

You blush but nod, brushing his hair out of his face and planting a kiss on his forehead. “Yes.”

“Promise?”

His lips brush against your shoulder before he rests against your boobs again.

“Promise.”

It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep, his tears drying up replaced with a wistful smile. It’s the first time in years he’s been able to sleep so soundly.

You sigh, running a finger through his hair. It’s stringy, with dead ends. He hadn’t been taking care of himself again. You knew you’d have to talk about that in the morning, along with…

Your heart races as you think about his words. He loves you? You of all people? There truly wasn’t anything special about you. You were a plain girl that had just been lucky enough to meet him and the others during the Hunter exam.

As you look at the alarm clock, you realize you’ll have to cancel the plans you made with Gon and Killua tomorrow to take care of Kurapika in the morning. He didn’t drink often, but when he did he’d be sick for at least a day. He didn’t tolerate alcohol well, at least according to Leorio.

You find sleep soon after you text Killua that you don’t be able to make it tomorrow.

—————

You wake up to the sound of someone emptying their guts in your bathroom. Although sleepy, you jump up and rush in, quickly pulling back Kurapika’s hair as he vomited up all of his stomach contents.

“Sorry… sorry you have to see me like-“

He was interrupted by another round of vomiting, coughing into the toilet.

“Like this…”

When he could only dry heave, you pulled his hair into a ponytail and flushed the toilet, sitting him down on the toilet lid. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You leave and grab a bottle of water, some Pepto-Bismol, and a wet rag.

After giving him his medicine and wiping the remaining throw up from his mouth, you let him take a few sips of water, scolding him when he gulped it down too fast.

“Slow down, you’re gonna throw up again.”

“… sorry…”

You frown. He was apologizing a lot and refusing to make eye contact. “Don’t apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

He finally met your eye, his face flushed. From a fever, or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell.

“But… I made you come get me in the middle of the night, and… and said a lot of stuff… and now you have to take c-“

You shush him by pulling his face into your chest, patting his pack soothingly.

“You aren’t and will never be a bother to me. I don’t care if you’re just lonely, I will ALWAYS come to get you. You’re important to me I…”

She pulled away, cupping his cheek.

“I love you too.”

He barely held himself back from kissing you, knowing he probably tasted like vomit, but held you close to him. “I love you so much. So so much. I’ll do better, be so much better. All for you.”

“I know, I know. Shh, let’s get you back in bed. I’ll make some soup, okay?”

You kiss his forehead and lay him back in bed to rest. Even though he was nauseous, Kurapika had never felt happier. His heart was soaring, beating against his chest so hard he thought it would break through his ribs.

Your kindness knew no bounds. As you spoon fed him soup, he couldn’t help but pull you into his lap. All he wanted was to hold you. You were his now, after all. Can’t he hold you all he wants?

“Kurapika!” you giggle out, slipping from his arms to set down his soup.

“Mmm… still no bra, huh?”

This causes you to pause. You can feel his hands slipping under your shirt to cup your boobs, looking up at you with lust filled eyes.

“H-hey!”

He tilts his head. “I’m not drunk anymore, you know. Promised I could touch you later…”

He pulls up your shirt, your nipples instantly hardening under the cool air. “Sweetheart, I have to-“

He silences you by taking one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp out. His other hand slips into your panties, instantly rubbing circles into your clit.

“Always taking care of me. Why don’t you let me make you feel good, hmm?”

His touch is like magic, making you come undone on his fingers much quicker than you could ever do for yourself. It’s a bit embarrassing how fast you cum, but he doesn’t mind.

Kurapika licks up your juices and pulls you in for a kiss.

“My sweet girl. I promise I will never stop loving you. I’m yours, forever and ever.”

And you know he’s not lying, when he looks at you with those pretty red eyes. You know he loves you, more than anything.

And you love him too.

[ninacarstairss]

*sitting down with a warm cup of apple and cinnamon tea* of course i was excited!!! you’re definitely not annoying, you know you never have to worry about that with me!! i’m always ready to listen to you tell me all about your amazing trips and days <3

yeah that’s good, the first week isn’t much to catch up on but still i get it :,( after a trip it’s always harder to get back into a serious uni mood

ohhh that’s right sydney must look so beautiful right now painted in all those rainbows!!! i bet it felt so much more welcoming 🥹🥹🥹 also the rainbow shark would have been so cool to see in real life but still all the other rainbows sound pretty perfect 🥹

that’s what you’re supposed to do when you find a train like that lol i mean who wouldn’t be there screaming and jumping excitedly about seats that move?? i just love that

nero why would i get mad?? i probably should if i had any kind of semi regular sleep schedule i could fund my anger on, but i don’t, whoever am i to judge? i honestly would have done the same 😂 i mean why get to bed for like 3 or 4 hours? i would hardly get asleep in that time. and you did lots of stuff so that’s always great. whenever i have to leave for a trip at like 4am i never sleep at all either and i end up being so productive from like 1am to 4am 😂 (i’m not a really great friend am i?? that’s terrible advice and even worse influence 🥲)

anyway you dozed on the plane and slept that afternoon so it’s great, you got some sleep time back!! and really worth it for merch 😌 as much as i hate the heat, for merch i’d also stand in deadly heat. (aww so that’s so close!!! i need to bake a cake right away!!!)

right?? they have my full support but they also already have all my money from that concert ticket i bought 😭😭 why make the merch so expensive too?? no way!!!! merch is always the best magnet, i love it when you’re wearing something from an artist and people strike up conversations about it!!!! it’s like finding your family among strangers

have i ever told you you’re amazing and i love you so much?? i’ll say it again anyway <33 but yes i’ll definitely try it when i get the chance!!

ohh that’s so great!!! it really sounds like it was the best two days ever 😻 also, blue lemonade? purple lychee -ade?? i don’t even know what lychee-ade is but i’m loving it an i need to try it!! aww yes i’d definitely be proud!! i love this way of thinking :)

omg!!! i’m so happy and jealous, it must be stunning!!! and really finding it in a bookstore is almost impossible, so this one was really perfect. you are the best bookstore magnet!! yeah you might need a new shelf before you have to start piling on the floor too 😂

nero i’m so happy 😭😭😭 i’m so happy it was a perfect trip and an amazing experience to see both rina and stray kids 🥹 i’m so happy you got to sing along to their songs live and dance around in the venue and get all those freebies and memories!!!

ohhh album cover worthy!!! please do release an album with a cover like that, i would buy the hell out it

well yeah i mean how can you enjoy a concert like that?? i need to move, jump, scream, sing horribly and all that!!! it’s just so much better when you get to live a concert like that!! and i mean the videos and photos are your memories, who cares if they’re blurry or if you can only hear yourself scream in those videos?? i love the videos i have from my concerts exactly for that, because i can listen to me screaming and laughing like a crazy child and the camera doesn’t stay still for one second, because they give me the exact same feeling i had back then, that perfect feeling of freedom and happiness. to me that’s the beauty of terrible videos

ughh so very true 😂 just today i had to deal with a few of those people who just seemed to get into the store only to annoy me :,) but now i can cuddle simba and use him as a stress reliever as i plan for the trip lol i love that you agree that was a wise investment to make. i mean how could i refuse to buy such an amazing edition??

aww patting animals is always the best 🥺i always make a point to pat every dog and cat who walks into my store just because it always makes my day

nero i’m just so happy you mentioned her to me so i could get to know her music!!! and i love your age and this hell so much, also forgiveness is perfect!!! i still have to listen to some songs from the album but i really love her style a lot!!! and a playlist taylored to you— omg it’s the perfect name, i love it. and i’ll want to know more about it!! what songs are you liking so far??

yayy one can never have enough biscoff cream!!! i’m hugging you back real tight and preparing a warm cup of tea <3333

hello cece my beautiful wonderful beloved soulmate <3

i hope you have been well and looking after yourself! i don’t want you overworking yourself 😭 but it has been two days since i have come back from my trip (i have been exhausted plus i had work and uni to catch up on) so now i am going to sit down and tell you about my trip!! please grab a cup of tea and a snack while you read :)

so i went to sydney again, and i had a much more enjoyable experience this time around. i think it was because i knew what i was getting into, and i stayed in the exact same place, so it was all familiar to me.

although i did try to use the public transport this time, instead of ubering everywhere, and the buses were so bad, but the trains were INCREDIBLE! they were double decker and the back support moved so you could have a single row or two rows of seats face each other??? SO COOL

anyways, me and my friend caught the train to the airport at 4am in the morning 😭😭😭 (and i finished work at 12am!!!!) to get our flight. once we landed in sydney, my friend wanted to get merch from the early presale stand outside the arena and we were outside in 30 degree heat FOR TWO HOURS, with our luggage. good news, my birthday is coming up and my friend didn’t know what to get me, so he bought half my merch 🤭 bad news, i’m ginger and i get sunburnt in two minutes, so think about two hours… the worst thing is we had an umbrella for sun protection, but my right arm and the back of my neck was out so they were FRIED. i’m currently peeling like a reptile but worth it

we got some food from maccas because we were dehydrated and getting heat stroke, and then checked into our room after we managed to get our stuff. we both ended up napping in the afternoon, which we were both surprised about, because i had my phone in my hand still attached to the charger next to my bed and he still had his genshin impact loaded up onto his ipad 😭😭😭

unfortunately the place i wanted to take him to for dinner, the really good japanese place from last time, was under renovation, so we had dinner elsewhere but we had such a good time the rest of our trip

because we went to see stray kids, a kpop group, we had a lot of activities we could indulge in. they had this thing called a cupsleeve event, where someone in the fandom designs a cupsleeve to represent a kpop idol’s birthday, group anniversary or in our case, coming to the city. and i got so many freebies! we went to this kpop store that doubled as a cafe and the drinks were so good! i bought way too much but i have to remind myself that i can’t get it at home 😔

we also went to the biggest bookstore i have ever seen in my life! it took up a whole floor of the shopping centre and it was brilliant. it had books upon books, categories after categories. they even had an entire chinese and japanese section! i also spent a lot of money there BUT my best find was the entire completed infernal devices manga trilogy!! it’s so beautiful and such a rare find, i grabbed it immediately. i couldn’t find the tmi graphic novels though, but they have them on their website, so i might order them in :)

alright, the main event! the concerts! so i went and saw the kpop group, stray kids, two nights in a row! it was amazing. i was and still am a huge fan of their work, but especially because they got me through a really hard time in my life and really were my serotonin while i was at school 😔 i wasn’t allowed to see them when they first came here four years ago (parents: maybe next year, they’ll come! *next year being 2020.*) so i feel like i finally made up for it.

me and my friend also matches outfits! we did black and green (the concert colours) on the first night, and red and white on the second (to match the stray kids colours). i wish i could send you photos, we looked so slay 🤩

i do not have one concert video without me screaming the lyrics (yeah the korean ones too!) in the back. but i don’t care, it was so fun, i had a blast. and it was even better because two of the members of stray kids were from sydney and they just made it feel more homely :) do not regret how much money i spent on them or the sleep i lost at all! i’m so glad i can slowly start to give myself the experiences i missed out on as a kid/teenager :’)

anyways, enough about me! how have you been? what have you been up to? how is simba? 🥺 i adore you so much and i am enclosing this letter with a warm hug <3333

hello nero my amazing perfect beloved soulmate <3

yay i’m so happy to finally hear about this trip!!! i just made myself a cup of tea and brought out some biscoff cream!!

how was the catching up part?? did you manage to catch up without exhausting yourself too much??

nero that’s so great!! i think that having a familiar surrounding is always helpful, and staying in the same place makes it all less scary somehow. i’m really happy it went much better!!

NO WAY THEY HAVE THOSE TRAINS THERE??? they look so cool!!! i’ve seen them on instagram once and i was so jealous of every city who had those trains!! you can literally choose if you want to sit alone or have company and that’s so cool!!! it’s basically a buildable environment!!! i’m getting way too excited about this lol

so you only had like three hours of sleep?? 😭😭😭😭 and you even had to stand in the heat for hours 😭😭😭 but yay!!! merch!!! that’s a really great birthday gift!!! (also when is your birthday??? only if you want to share of course <3)

anyway merch is so amazing and so expensive. this has got to be one of the best presents ever!!! even if it means you’re skinning like a reptile now lol at least it’s just two small spots instead of your whole self 😂 but i get the struggle. i’m not ginger but my skin is so light i always get sunburnt in 0.5 seconds too. definitely not fun, but worth it for some merch :D

that was probably a really fun situation to wake up to, but you both deserved a nap for catching a bus at 4am!!! especially since you had only a few hours of sleep after work!! at least you were rested enough to really enjoy the trip!!

oh no 😭😭 i’m still dreaming about that place!! i went to a my favorite japanese restaurant in my city a few days ago and i really wanted to try that beverage you told me about but i was driving so i couldn’t 😭 i hope this other restaurant was really good too though!!

no way!!! nero this is all way too cool!!! i’m so happy it was so fun and there were so many things to do!!! also this cupsleeves event sounds so cool!! i’m so happy nero, you’re making my day just by telling me about all these freebies and amazing drinks!! and you know i’m always gonna be the little devil on your shoulder telling you that spending money is good and you deserve all that amazing stuff :))

the tid manga trilogy??? how is that even possible omg you can’t find that anywhere!!!! i’m so jealous, i wanna live in this bookstore now 🥺 it’s got to be so amazing!! (you always find the best bookstores, i had no doubt there would be one in this letter too and i was so excited to read about it!!) and let me know if you do order the tmi graphic novels!! i’ve been trying to collect those too hehe

the fact that *next year* was 2020 is so painful. but you saw them two nights in a row!!! that’s amazing!! and it must have been so good to see them after so long, after they’d been by your side in a really tough time 🥹 i’m so happy you got to finally see them live!!

also, the matching outfits?? I LOVE THAT!!! i bet you looked so slay!!! that’s literally the best idea for what to wear to a concert!!!

nero i’m so so happy for you!!! you’ve made my whole day, i’m not even joking!! i’m so happy you’re finally getting to enjoy trips and concerts you couldn’t before!! and this one really sounded so perfect!!! also the videos with you screaming at the top of your lungs to every song are literally the best. i love it when i rewatch a video from a concert and i can hear myself screaming and crying and dying more than i can hear the band or the singer. it just makes me live all those memories and those amazing feelings again!!!

the money spent on this is totally worth it!!! and you can sleep now, uni can wait lol really nero i’m so happy this trip was so good!!! i’m so happy for you!!!

i’m good!! i got three days off from work this week so that was great, and i started to reread chain of iron so that i can reread chain of thorns right after :) i miss them so much already 🥲

anyway i just booked a trip for may, because a friend is coming to visit me and i’m gonna be off work for two weeks so i’m really looking forward to it and now i just wanna skip work and plan the itinerary 😂 and i want to book more trips too. which isn’t great because my bank account is already crying and begging me to stop buying stuff. did i tell you i got the illumicrate edition of chain of thorns with the alternative dust jackets? yeah so my bank account still hasn’t forgiven me for it :,)

simba is also doing really good, he’s eating a lot and sleeping a lot as usual 😌

also, ever since you told me about the rina sawayama concert, and because you always talked so much about her, i kinda started listening to her music a lot more and i’m obsessed with some songs now!!! i adore her style so thank you for this new obsession :>

i’m enclosing a warm hug for you too and a little bouquet of flowers <3

[leafsgarbage]

if i was her pt.2 | i.h. / m.a.

A/N: ahhhh i didn’t expect my last one to be liked as much but thank you!

Synopsis: your twin sister has bested you in everything, and while you refuse to let go of the man you love, she has him in her clutches

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: timeskip!iwaizumi x f!reader, iwaizumi x bestfriend!reader, timeskip!atsumu x f!reader

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pt.1

Maybe he said something else, you’re not too sure. You left pretty quickly after that. You didn’t want to go home to your sister, and you didn’t want to drive forever, so you called the only person who you could think of in something like this.

“Hey, are you home?” You mutter through the phone.

“Yea, y/n, what’s going on?”

You take a deep breath trying to steady yourself. “Can I come over?”

It doesn’t take you long to get there, once you do, you crumble in the embrace of your friend and he tries to soothe you best he can, but he’s not very good at handling these kinds of situations. Osamu was even worse. He came in the room and immediately backed out, but that was ok because he just went to go make you some food and came back with soup.

The boys found out what happened through your mumbled words and were seriously shocked to find out that Iwaizumi had fallen out of love with you.

“You know ‘Tsum,” you start. “All my life, everyone favored her over me. Everyone. My parents, my classmates, everyone. And Hajime was the one person who I thought was my own.” You shake your head because how foolish were you.

Atsumu puts a hand on your knee and soothes it. “If anyone understands how that feels, it’s me.” He chuckles. “I think over time, after we got separated, it stops feeling like that.”

“Yea,” you chuckle. “I feel like my own person at college, of course I missed my sister, but-”

“It’s nice to just be known as yourself.” He smiles at you nodding his head. “I get it y/n. I’m sorry Iwaizumi-san’s an idiot. If it counts for anything, you’re my favorite. Your sister is too perfect for me, well I guess she’s kinda imperfect now.”

“I’ll have to see her regardless.” You sigh. “I’m upset with her, but she’s still my sister.” You get up and sit at Atsumu’s desk to eat the soup Osamu left for you. 

“I can get you out.” He shrugs. “It’s just my mom, ‘Samu, and I for Christmas, you can come over.”

You nod, smiling sadly. “Yea, that’ll work. Don’t think my parents really mind if I’m not home.” Your phone begins to ring and your heads shoot towards it. Your sister’s name pops up on the screen and you debate whether to pick it up or not. Atsumu hands it to you and you click your tongue before deciding to just answer. “Hello?”

“... Hi.” She says timidly. “Mom and Dad are wondering when you’ll be home.”

She sounds very wary of you, which you guess she should be. “I don’t know, maybe in like two hours.”

“Dinner is going to be ready soon-”

“I’m not coming home for dinner don’t worry, bye.” You let out a heavy breath after hanging up. “She just makes me so mad right now. I hate feeling this way.”

Osamu comes back in the room with some onigri on hand. “I’m trying out some new recipes at the restaurant, if you don’t mind taste testing.”

“Fuck yes.” Atsumu reaches out to take one only to get smacked on the hand by his brother.

“Ladies first, pig.” Atsumu grumbles at his brother. He was considering tackling him but he knew Osamu wouldn’t make the food again so he refrained.

You laughed at the rapport between the two and took one onigiri. “Thank you ‘Samu.” 

Eventually, you had to go, but were fully intending on taking Atsumu up on the offer to spend Christmas at Casa De Miya. 

“We’d love to have you over.” He reassured.

It was around 1am and all the lights were out. You slowly creeped in the house and went upstairs to your room.

When you opened the door you saw your sister laying there on your bed asleep. Maybe she was waiting for you to get home. You were about to gently wake her up until you saw a message pop up on her phone. 

Goodnight Cece, you’re one of a kind.

And it made your blood boil all over again.

You slap your sister’s foot that was hanging off the bed and this immediately jolts her up. She was always a light sleeper. “Get out.” You said lowly as to not wake up your parents.

Your sister rubs at her eyes before grabbing your hand. “Can we talk y/n. Please.”

“Not really, I’m tired and upset and angry and betrayed and would like to go to sleep thanks.” You pull out some pajamas from your closet before beginning to get dressed.

Cecile sighs. “I wasn’t trying to go after him y/n. I was so happy that you and him were going to start dating and I knew he would take a good care of you. I thought it would be sweet to get to know him better if he was going to be spending time with you, honest. My intentions were completely innocent.” 

Your back is to her and you’re glad. You’re glad she can’t see you struggling to hold back tears that want to fall. You’re sad because you know she’s telling the truth. You’re sad because you can’t bring yourself to hate her, but you hate everything that happens because of her.

She’s also beginning to tear up, but you don’t see it. You only hear it in her voice. “I don’t want you to hate me y/n. You’re my sister and I love you.”

“I don’t hate you.” Your sister relaxes a bit, but it’s only a fleeting feeling. “I just thought-” you choke back. “I thought that even though everyone thought you were better than I was, that you at least didn’t think that way. At least I found someone who wasn’t you that thought that.” 

“Y/n, you know he doesn’t think that.”

You turn around to face her with a pointed look. “Please Cecile, don’t speak on his behalf.” It’s quiet between the two of you for a bit. “I thought that if anyone had my back... it was you. It was supposed to be you.” You let the tears fall, maybe she would finally see how distraught this whole ordeal has made you. “I don’t hate you, Cecile. But I don’t see you the same way- I don’t trust you the same way. Right now... I don’t really want to see you. I don’t want any apologies, I just want you to get out of my room before I freak out.” 

Your sister shakes, upset from having severed this bond between the two of you. She feels and sees it break right before her eyes and she hates it. She truly loves you and has never felt the consequences of her actions more than right now.

She gets up quietly before giving you a short hug and exiting your room.

You turn off your lights and plop down on your bed hugging your baby blanket and crying into it to sleep.

The morning isn’t much better. You woke up pretty early to get out of the house before your sister woke up. Your mom was downstairs making eggs and you ate a bit before you went on your run. 

“Are you and your sister alright?” She asks. 

You shrug. “Not really no. You’re more than welcome to ask her why.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’d just tell me that I’m lying and that she would never do that.”

Your mother is taken aback by your sudden back talk as you’ve never been that way before. “Y/n l/n-”

You walk out the door before she has the time to say something. You put on your headphones, queued your playlist, and got to jogging. 

You loved jogging near the hills, it had the best view of the sunrise and sunset and just beautiful scenery in general. This time allowed you to decompress. It was just you, the world around you was a blur. 

You stop to take some pictures of the hill until you feel someone tap your shoulder. When you turn around your eyes widen. “Oh my god, Ru!” You throw your arms around his neck squeezing him tight to you. “When did you get back!”

Oikawa smirks. “I got back last night, couldn’t sleep so I came out to run to see if I could take a nap sometime today.”

A wide smile breaks out on your face. “It’s so good to see you! I missed you!”

“Me too, how’s everything?” 

You flinch, but just shrug, not wanting to bother Oikawa about his best friend. “It’s alright, same old same old, what about you? How is Argentina!”

He shakes his head before bringing you back in to a hug. “I’ll tell you after you tell me how you really are, y/n.”

“Not great obviously. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m all talked out. Take my mind off of it. Tell me about you!”

You got him that’s for sure, because he goes on for so long about how he loves Argentina and his teammates and you couldn’t be happier for him. “You know, Iwa feels really bad.” He throws in.

You sigh shaking your head. “I’m sure he’ll be alright in the comfort of my sister.”

His eyes widen. “Oh. Yea he didn’t mention that part.” You nod to assure him it’s true. “In that case, fuck Iwaizumi, man.”

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach for comfort. “Yea, I guess so Oikawa.”

After a bit, Atsumu joins the two of you on the run and you introduce them. To your surprise, they get along instantly. It’s different from the way Atsumu is with Osamu and how Oikawa is with Iwaizumi, you see that they have an understanding of each other.

“Awe man I wish I would’ve gone to high school with you guys.” Atsumu states.

“You should’ve seen y/n, she was crazy.”

You scoff at the setter rolling your eyes. “I was not crazy.”

He rolls his right back at you. “Yea ok.” He leans closer to Atsumu to whisper to him. “She’d make other teams cry.”

“Ok you’re done.” You scold.

Oikawa puts his hands up in surrender, still laughing. “I gotta head back anyway, it was good seeing you y/n. Nice to meet you Atsumu.”

“Right back at ya.” He points at Oikawa as he runs away. “Is it just me or-”

“Does he run a little funny? Yea. I don’t know what it is but, it’s definitely there.” The setter laughs wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s go grab something to eat.” 

The two of you go to a quiet little store to eat. You have a good time as Atsumu makes you laugh and takes your mind off of your current situation. He was genuine and meant every word that he said. 

“I’m proud of ya y/n. I think it’s great that you can play volleyball and get your degree at the same time. I know you can do it.” He praises.

It feels great coming from him because you know how honest he is. “And what about you? Nominated for a setter award.”

He chuckles it off. “You know me.” The waiter comes around with the check and he grabs it hastily. “This ones on me.” 

He’s even a gentleman as he walks you back to your house. “You can come in and hang out if you’re not busy.” 

“Just for a bit, I promised Ma I’d help her with the outside decorations.” He says.

You make your way inside. “Awe, send me a picture when they’re all done!”

He promises to do so as you take your shoes off in the living room. “Mom.” You call out. “Dad?”

The two of you walk into the dining room only to find your sister and Iwaizumi sitting down eating with your parents. “Hi y/n,” your dad says. “Do you guys want to eat with us?”

“Good morning Mister and Misses l/n.” Atsumu greets.

You avoid looking at your sister and Iwaizumi because you don’t want to feel angry, not when you’ve been in such a good mood. “We already ate, thank you. I was just going to let you know I’m gonna help Atsumu and his mom with Christmas decorations.”

“Alright, will you be back for dinner?” Your mom asks this time. 

“Probably not. Atsumu’s brother cooks really well, so he’ll probably make dinner.” You say. 

“Ok, don’t come back too late.” Your mom goes back to eating dinner.

The two of you leave the house and you try to hurry because you heard Iwaizumi excuse himself from the table. “I’m sorry I invited myself to your house.” You apologize to Atsumu.

“It’s all good, I’m sure Ma will love to have you over.” He assures you with a warm smile and you know it’s all ok.

“Y/n, can we talk.” Your walking headache announces on the porch of your house.

You sigh and walk towards Iwaizumi planning to cut him short. “Listen Iwaizumi,” if he’s caught off-guard by your sudden formality, he doesn’t show it. “I talked to my sister already. I really, really don’t feel like talking to you anytime soon. Just give me some space, and I’ll get back to you in like seven to ten business days. Ok?” Atsumu chuckles behind you from your little comment. 

Iwaizumi doesn’t say anything and you take that as your cue to leave. As you walk you hear him whisper, “I’m sorry, y/n,” before going back in the house. You still for a moment, but keep it moving.

You enjoy a nice evening with the Miyas; hanging ornaments, turning on lights, making hot cocoa, the whole lot. Atsumu gives you a hug when it’s all over and you hug him back. 

“Hey look.” He grabs something from one of the bins. “It’s mistletoe, c’mere y/n.”

“No!” You shriek running away from him. He laughs chasing you around the house, you giggling and trying to find somewhere to go. He catches you of course and locks an arm around you.

The two of you are trying to catch your breaths, smiling wide. “Gotcha.”

You chuckle. “Guess so.” He keeps holding mistletoe above you just when you think he’s about to let go, he leans in and you just let him.

Wow. 

A/N: I’m sorry I disappeared again LMAO. It just happens like that sometimes.

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spell [2]. | corpse husband

part one ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

-> Warnings: Hate Comments, Self Doubt, Anxiety, Cursing

-> A/N: thank you for 1k notes on part one! i’m so glad everyone likes my work. it’s really nice getting this much love after taking a hiatus on my fire emblem writing blog. i hope y’all enjoy it and stay on the lookout for part three!

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Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since you joined Sean’s Among Us stream.

While that was your first public appearance, you had joined three others after that and already you were blowing up on almost every social media platform you had. The attention was kind of nice, you had to admit, but sometimes the anxiety of becoming a public figure weighed heavily on your shoulders.

During that time, you turned to your friends who were used to such scrutiny: Sean, Felix, and now Corpse, who you’ve been talking to every day for those two weeks.

It was another one of those nights where, at 1am, you were on Facetime with said man. His screen was dark, as usual. He hadn’t shown his face yet and you respected that. You didn’t need to see him to talk to him, or be his friend, or develop a slight crush on him. All of which you did.

The call was relatively silent on your end. Corpse was on Facetime with you, yes, but he was also on a call in Discord, once again playing Among Us.

You often wondered if playing that game was all your new friends did anymore.

You stayed quiet, letting Corpse play the game and avoiding his fans finding out about your call. You had college work to finish anyways, so the silence was rather helpful.

“We should ask Y/N if she wants to play. I wanna meet her.” Sykkuno’s voice rang out from the Discord call. He was right- you’d never met him. He and Corpse seemed extremely close, though, so you’d love to talk to him. A friend of your crush friend was a friend of yours.

“She’s busy tonight.” Corpse responded.

“Yeah, she’s got an exam coming up- wait, how do you know?” Sean joined in, questioning Corpse.

“Uh, I mean we’re on Facetime right now, I guess.” Your heart sped up- now his fans knew. “She’s studying. We’re just hanging out.”

“Didn’t you guys ‘hang out’ last night as well? It seems like you’re trying to take my best friend away from me.” Sean joked back.

“I mean, I definitely am.”

Your breath caught in your throat. What was that supposed to mean? Sean was obviously kidding, but the tone in Corpse’s voice wasn’t the one he used when he was joking as well.

Felix suddenly butted in. “Ooooh, I think Corpse-y has a little crush.”

“And if I do?”

Y/N.exe has stopped working.

꧁꧂

Three weeks, now, that you’ve been talking to Corpse daily.

One week since Corpse’s crush comment and one week that you’ve endured countless mentions and tags on Instagram and Twitter, constantly talking about #CorpseY/N.

You didn’t really mind the shipping, often losing yourself in daydreams about driving those two hours down from your apartment in Los Angeles down to San Diego and running into his arms. It didn’t help when he mentioned wanting you to come visit one day.

You just worried about how Corpse felt about them. He was still relatively new to blowing up on the internet as well, his fame suddenly skyrocketing in the past few months, so you weren’t sure if he was comfortable with them. You didn’t want to bring it up, either, fearing that the discussion would make things awkward between the two of you.

For now, you were rather content with just scrolling through the #CorpseY/N hashtag, looking at the pictures and nice things people had to say about you both.

“they’re so cute when they talk to each other, you can just tell Corpse meant it when he said he was trying to steal Y/N away.”

“#CorpseY/N is my new favorite thing. Everyone shut up this is all I’ll be talking about from now on.”

“God why can’t they just be together already? #CorpseY/N”

Everyone was so supportive and sweet, it almost made you feel like you already were Corpse’s girlfriend. Although your heart hurt when you were brought back to reality, you couldn’t help but love the comments that everyone left. They were amazing.

Until they weren’t.

There are always two sides of the same coin. Along from the supporters and their loving actions, there were also those who seethed at the idea of you and Corpse.

They scrutinized everything about you to the point that you made your Instagram account- already with 30k followers- private.

Haters talked about you. Your body, your personality, how you weren’t worthy to even talk to Corpse and the rest of the Youtubers, and so much more. You’ve spent many nights with your Facetime mic muted so that Corpse couldn’t hear the small sobs coming from you.

These thoughts were almost always on the back of your mind, but you were sometimes able to push them away.

Like now- as you focused on your exam. Well, tried to focus. There comes to be a time where one can only hear so many negative things about themselves before they can’t ignore it anymore.

But alas, you tried your hardest and finished your exam, before walking out of the room and pulling out your phone. Now, you had a break before your new classes started and you’ve never been more relieved. You pulled up a certain contact and clicked on the message icon, beginning to type.

you:

i’m finished! up next, a break.

corpse:

I hope you did well. How long is your break?

you:

two weeks!

corpse:

Come spend it in San Diego

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the offer. You really didn’t think that he’d invite you over, but you weren’t about to complain. Instead, you sent back an ‘I’ll pack tonight :)’ and rushed home to do just that.

Corpse called you as you packed, just like he calls every night. You were used to the routine now, often falling asleep around 3am as he stays on the phone, doing whatever he does with his ruined sleep schedule until you wake up and say good morning.

Tonight, however, you were too jittery to sleep. You stayed up all night with Corpse, talking about anything and everything, like usual.

What wasn’t usual, though, was how distracted he sounded. It made you nervous- was he having second thoughts about inviting you over? Was something wrong?

Your thoughts nearly overwhelmed you, forcing you to say something.

“Are you okay, Corpse?” You tried to hide the small shake in your voice.

“Hm? Uh, yeah, yeah, everything’s good. Why?”

“It doesn’t sound like it. What’s going on? You’re acting off.”

His side of the phone was silent for a moment, before he let out a sigh. “I’m just thinking about what I’ve got to do before you get here tomorrow. Like, cleaning and stuff.”

“Pshh, that doesn’t matter to me.” You waved your hand, even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness of your room.

“It’s just that, my apartment isn’t… the best. It’s small and there’s only one bedroom and it’s kind of shitty. I just don’t want it to be even more shitty.”

“Corpse, I’m coming there to spend time with you, not your apartment. I don’t care what any of that shit looks like. I’m going to be looking at you and hanging out with you. Not your apartment.” You didn’t mean to go on a tangent of reassurance, but you truly meant all of your words. “Hell, I might not even see the apartment because I already know I won’t be able to look away from you.”

“I- God, give me a minute. That took me off guard.” He laughed. “But thank you. I may not even be able to clean because I’ll be distracted too.”

“By what?”

“You, standing in front of me, in person.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s a fucking dream come true.”

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𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 — mason mount

summary: you’d grown tired of mason putting everything else before you, but he wants you to stay.

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“Please don’t make me choose.” + “I can be your reason why.”

“I have training today,” Mason grumbled against your skin, holding you tighter as if it would stop him from all responsibilities today. But you just smiled, still half asleep after Mason accidentally waking you up. He’d gotten a text from one of his Chelsea teammates, and a string of profanities had followed, waking you up in pure confusion. 

“Come on, bubs.” You replied, now turning over to cuddle into his chest. “You know you can’t miss training.” And just like that, he was okay with going. You always reminded him how important the things in his life were to him, even in moments of doubt and exhaustion.

But these past few weeks had been weird. He’d have training, come home briefly, before leaving for the night. He’d mumble that he was going out with Dec and some of the other boys, but get home at gone 1am, most of the time drunk. The first few days it was fine, he wanted to have some fun during the rare days off between games, but after a week of him just about kissing your cheek before leaving, it was eating at you.

You began to think you were the reason why he stayed out late every night — was it something you were doing wrong? You didn’t even have the time to confront him, because you’d gone to bed before he came home, and you’d be up for work before he woke up. You’d only catch glimpses of the other as they slept, barely having time for conversation.

The only time you’d had a full conversation, was the argument you’d had with him. He’d gotten home from training, throwing his training gear beside the washing machine and heading upstairs, where you laid in bed with a book. You patiently waited for him to shower and get into bed with you, but he didn’t. He’d gotten dressed up nice, answering to phone to Declan, saying he’d be out in five minutes.

“Where are you going now?” You huffed, your attitude shining through the tone of your voice. Mason just sighed and turned to face you, moving to the bedroom door to exit for the night.

“Out.”

“No shit. But for the third time this week, Mase? It’s Thursday night.”

“Does it fucking matter?” Mason complained, running his hand through his hair and pulling at it gently.

“Yes, it does. Because every time I think we’re going to have some time together, you’re getting ready to leave. It’s been everything but me recently, and I don’t usually mind because you’re a busy man. But I’m getting to the point where you need to choose.” You argued, throwing the book to the side of you, forgetting about the lost page and focused on the shocked expression on Mason’s face.

“Please don’t make me choose.” He hummed quietly, not wanting to argue or ruin his night. You just scoffed and picked up your book, flicking through to find a familiar block of words. Mason had just quietly left, something he’d been doing a lot recently.

But you’d found the perfect time to reconnect with your boyfriend again. Your anniversary was fast approaching, and you were giddy every morning you’d woken up. Putting yourself through long hours of work was worth it, because you’d saved enough to buy him a watch he’d been wanting for months but never bought it for himself.

On the evening of your anniversary, you’d gotten out of work early and given yourself a pamper. His favourite dress, favourite heels he’d bought you, your hair just the way he likes it. And the watch in a small bag beside the meal you’d cooked. And you waited. You knew he wouldn’t be dressed for the meal immediately, he’d have to go and have a wash, but he’d run over his confirmed finishing time of 6. As every half hour had passed, you’d felt the tears sting your waterline. Not only had he not shown up, but he had clearly forgotten. It had gotten to 9pm now, and you were on the couch in your pyjamas with a bottle of wine to accompany you.

The whole bottle was finished when he finally got home at 10.14. He’d smelt the food as he walked in, dying to taste whatever you’d made, but you weren’t there. Just two plates sat at the island, burnt out candles and a wrapped up box between the two plates. He quickly reached for his phone, seeing he had just over 90 minutes before your anniversary was over. He’d completely forgotten, and he couldn’t make an excuse.

He huffed, checking the living room, only to find an empty wine bottle and the tv still playing quietly. The house was dark, eerie even. He’d jogged up the stairs, finally finding your shaking form in your shared wardrobe. You had a suitcase open, throwing your clothes into it carelessly as you sobbed. To him, it was just a missed anniversary. But to you, it was the death of your relationship. Clearly it was going nowhere and there was no reason to stick around.

“Bubs,” Mason spoke, his voice shaking as it raised. He tried to remain firm, but with the thoughts rushing through his head, it was hard to do so, “where are you going?” You ignored him, still shoving clothes into your bag and finally zipping it up. You didn’t know where you were going — friends, family, even your car, anywhere was better than here. In this loveless house.

You finally barged past him, dragging the suitcase downstairs. “Bubs, answer me. Where are you going?”

“I don’t know.” You sighed, shoving your feet into your shoes once your suitcase was safely on the lower floor. “I don’t want to be here anymore, Mase. I can’t be here anymore. Why should I keep doing this to myself?”

He was losing you, it was obvious to him now. All those late nights he’d spent with Dec, Reece, Ben and Kai. Having fun. Whilst you were at home worried sick about him. “Please don’t go, we can talk this out. We can make this work. Just stay here, Y/N.”

Your name was rarely used by him, only pet names were thrown around to get your attention. But by the look on Mason’s face, he was 100% serious. He wasn’t letting you go this easy. You just stared at him, the man who used to make you cereal at 5 in the morning when you didn’t want to get out of bed, the man who would take you on late night drives because you couldn’t sleep, the man who wouldn’t go a day without telling you he loved you. It was different now.

“Why should I stay? There’s no reason for me to stay with you, Mason. We’re barely a couple.” You admitted, pulling the door open. But Mason grabbed your wrist, making you stop in your tracks. You didn’t think you could look at him anymore, you were putty in his hands when he pulled out the puppy eyes.

“I can be your reason why.” He stated, pleading with you to stick around. To give him the chance he so clearly didn’t deserve.

[21burritoseavey]

for corbyn based on hard!

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a/n: oop i kinda lied about when i was gonna post...but i actually like this a lot so read it...or else....jkjk. 

Summary: When Y/n knocks on Corbyn’s door, he lets her stay the night without an explanation.

Hard (c.b.)

Corbyn jerked his head up at the sound of a faint knock on the front door. His hoodie was draped cosily over his head and his tired eyes were now focused on the wall opposite him. The printed frames of the band’s accomplishments stood out brightly in the beams of a streetlamp’s light that poured through the window. Corbyn stayed on the sofa, resting back against the cushions, and letting the dim T.V. screen grasp his attention again as he thought his mind was just playing tricks on him. On a measly, sluggish Wednesday night, who would even have the energy to show up at his place right now? Eben and Jonah went to bed just before midnight settled around them, painting the sky with deep jet black and shooting daggers of heavy raindrops from above along with loud thunder. They’d left only Corbyn awake to suffer through a painfully boring movie alone. It was something he did often just to soothe himself to sleep. 

Sleep was always a struggle for Corbyn. Despite myriad attempts to figure out why, nothing ever seemed to shut his eyes. More often than not, he’d find himself on the living room sofa in the morning, and tonight was merely one of many nights where he’d hope to fall asleep with a T.V. show or movie mumbling in the background under the eeriness and coldness of the house. 

Another knock came dancing along the quiet atmosphere. Corbyn glanced at the door again before his gaze flickered back to the T.V. 12:46am was shown at the corner of the screen. Deciding that whoever it was standing behind that door must’ve had a good reason to be, he tiredly lifted himself up with a quiet groan. Y/n’s voice seeped into the house, gradually increasing in volume as he walked towards the door. It was weak and raspy - nothing like the usual softness Y/n’s voice had. 

“Y/n,” Corbyn breathed, feeling the hood of his sweatshirt fall backwards as a cold gust of wind swept over him. Y/n shyly stood before him. Her hair dangled in two braids, although it was damp and dishevelled at the top and her mascara stained her cheeks in streaks like it’d been painted on her face. Corbyn’s lips turned downwards into a genuine frown at the sight of her, not only visibly sad but shivering from the rain and cold that reddened her cheeks and soaked her clothes. His gaze stopped at her chapped lips when he heard her whisper. But the heavy downpour of rain engulfed Y/n’s sorrowful murmurs, barely allowing her words to be heard over the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the ground, so he just let her in with a gentle tug of her wrist.  

“Hi,” Y/n tried again once the place quietened, looking up at him. The faint sloshing of her shoes had them both dropping their gazes to the floor, roaming from Y/n’s boots to the small gap at the bottom of the door. A narrow trail of mud had followed her in from the welcome mat. “Sorry,” She exhaled again, giving him an apologetic smile. 

“No, that’s okay,” Corbyn assured her. He gave her time to take off her shoes before changing the subject. “It’s nearly 1am.” He chuckled humourlessly. “what’re you doing here?” Taking a seat on the edge of the couch, he waited for her response. But when the eerie silence emerged again, he started thinking out loud with his own guesses. “Were you locked out of the house? Did you get in trouble?” He stopped for a second, catching his thoughts before they could travel to him. The one guy he really didn’t want to be the cause of his best friend’s sadness, or the reason she risked her own safety just to come over here. A ripple of hailstones came clattering against the rooftop and the loud sounds sent Corbyn out of his mind and back into the present. 

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go,” Y/n mumbled, gazing towards him with an almost scared expression in slight fear that he wouldn’t let her stay. But that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, Corbyn loved when she stayed over, and when he noticed the small uneasiness in her expression, he assured her she was fine to stay with a gentle smile, regardless of the heart wrenching swirl of emotion inside him. 

“Okay.” He said quietly, “you can sleep here tonight.”  

“M’kay,” Y/n bit back her smile of relief and merely watched him hop off the couch and head towards her. He’d set his hands in hers but flinched back at the temperature of her soft skin. 

“They’re so cold,” He chuckled softly, resting his crinkled eyes on hers. Y/n gave a half smile back when she felt his warm breath on her skin, her hands now clutched together with his and raised up to his mouth in an attempt to warm them up. Soon, without any control, Y/n’s dimpled cheeks turned scarlet at the sight of him placing a tender line of kisses on her fingertips. He dropped both their hands after a moment and felt himself heat up from just seconds before. Did he really just do that?

“I’ll get you some dry clothes,” He stuttered, starting for the hallway to his bedroom, but turned back to meet her eyes again. “Wait, actually I’ll get you a towel,” Y/n nodded. The patter of his footsteps up the stairwell faded into the atmosphere, just like the weather that had managed to calm from a ravaging storm to an ambient patter of raindrops. 

As her clothes were extremely wet and her presence not quite welcome in her eyes, she remained standing in open space of living room. Her damp stocking feet missed the rug and only walked around on the wood floor while Corbyn was busy. 

“Here, I got you both just in case.” Y/n looked over her shoulder to see him slightly panting with some folded clothes in his hand. 

“Thank you Corbyn.” She smiled.

“And you can use my bathroom.” He said lightly, watching her brush past him and up the stairs. He followed behind her after a minute to go into his room. Y/n shut the door as soon as she got into his bathroom. She sauntered slowly to the mirror, and with the belief that she had complete privacy - although Corbyn was in his bedroom - she got changed into Corbyn’s sweatpants and hoodie.  

Corbyn was by the bed, stripping his used sheets and replacing them with fresh clean ones for Y/n, when he heard her crying. A sudden pit weighed him down to sit on the edge of the bed, white sheets clutched lazily between his fingers and face now dulled into a mixture of all sorts of emotions. Something must’ve happened with this stupid idiotic boyfriend of hers. He pushed himself to hide his thoughts away though. Y/n couldn’t know that he heard her, so he forced himself up again to finish changing the sheets. 

The click of the doorknob unlocking made Corbyn look up again. Y/n pulled a grin towards him as she walked in closer, clothed in a dry comfy outfit and face free of smudged makeup. With a small glance to the now made bed, he said “you should get some sleep.” 

“Yeah,” 

“Okay,” He sighed, picking up his phone from the bed. “I can sleep downstairs and you can sleep here.” He looked at her with a ghost of a smile playing at his lips, though it seemed practically non-existent in the subdued warm lighting of bedroom. His eyes dropped down to the sleeves of his sweatshirt. The edges were now darkened, not with raindrops, but with her salty tears he heard fall when she was in the bathroom. 

“No, I can sleep downstairs,” Y/n stopped him. Her face was blotchy with red spots from crying. “This is your room.” 

“I insist Y/n, and don’t worry I changed the sheets.” He smiled, gulping down the sad feeling creeping up his throat again. “Now come on,” He ushered her over with a wave of his hand. Y/n made her way across his room to his bedside. Corbyn started peeling back the comforter for her to slip inside but he paused when he’d noticed her hair. Her usually luxuriously soft locks were still messily braided in a pair down her back. “Do you want me to take them out?” He asked. 

Y/n glanced at him, frozen mid movement as she thought about an answer. “Yes please.” She nodded. Corbyn smiled and shuffled her further on the mattress so they sat on the centre of the bed together - Y/n cross-legged in front of Corbyn who was tending to her hair. Neither of them spoke as he unravelled her braids. 

“Okay,” He gave her back a loving pat. “All done.” He smiled as Y/n looked over her shoulder. 

“Thanks,” she said. Corbyn had hopped off the bed and Y/n shifted under the covers. The fresh comforter was a brilliant white against her pinkish skin and her hair spread like feathers across the pillow under her head. Corbyn’s eyes lingered on hers, finally softening with the relief that she was safe with him. 

“Goodnight.” Y/n’s eyes sparkled under the pleasant warm light of his bedside lamp. Corbyn’s smile that had played at his lips faltered for a second. Then he bent down and placed a soft kiss to her forehead. His delicate lips met her soft supple skin for only a fleeting moment before his lips detached again, pursed and coloured a soft red. 

“Goodnight, Y/n. I love you.” He mumbled, placing another lingering kiss to her nose. A quiet flutter of giggles spilled from her lips, and she scrunched her nose at the ticklish feeling. 

“Love you too.” She replied, glancing back at the boy close to her.  

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@damianwayneweek 6 (6-18): Baby Damian | Family bonding | First crush

Warnings: none

Notes: Short, sweet, barely edited cuz it's 1am. Please enjoy some de-aged Damian and frazzled Dick. Yes I'm back on my Damian and Dick bullshit. I just love them so much.

-o-o-o-o-

Three days, according to Zatanna. The magic that hit Damian isn't permanent, and should wear off on its own within three days.

Dick already doesn't know what to do with himself. He was hardly prepared to take over and raise a ten year old, let alone a toddler.

But here he is, sitting in the manor living room watching as a small version of his already little brother toddles around on chubby baby legs. He can't be more than two. He can walk around on his own well enough—though Alfred did block off all of the stairs in the manor anyways—and every so often he'll point at something and say... Something that sounds like a demand.

Dick wasn't really ever good with understanding baby gibberish. It doesn't help that Damian seems to have reverted in memories as well... so the things he's demanding probably aren't in English as it's not his first language.

Damian wobbles up to Dick, holding out a toy train that Alfred dug out from the attic that used to belong to Bruce. Dick takes it and thanks him, but Damian pays him no mind and returns to his toys, babbling about something only he understands.

It's so weird seeing him like this. All small, chubby, soft, and bright eyed. Dick doesn't know everything Damian has gone through... growing up in the League... and as much as Dick dislikes Talia, he knows she was the best mom she could be to him. She's raised him to be a smart, strong young man, and taught him to be able to protect himself in his dangerous surroundings... and of course Dick has known Damian long enough to have gotten through his walls and see the wonderful boy underneath, but as he watches this toddler squeal as another toy train turns on and runs on its own...

He cannot help but mourn the child Damian could have been. Should have been if every child in the world had the privilege of growing up in a safe home and no worries besides homework.

He shakes his head. He cannot think like that. Whatever child Damian could have grown into if he hadn't been raised by the League is still in there. Just a bit harder to bring out. Dick can feel himself getting closer every day.

Damian notices him shaking his head and makes a curious ah sound. He walks over to Dick, lifting his arms, and Dick assumes he wants to be lifted. He smiles at the kid and grabs him under the armpits and lifts him into the air perhaps a bit quicker than what he was expecting. The kid screeches as Dick lifts him over head and let's go for just a moment to catch him and bring him back down to his face.

Damian scowls a familiar scowl and hits Dick on the nose with his stubby little fingers.

"Bah," he scolds, and a laugh bursts from Dick's throat.

Yup, Damian is still in there.

-o-o-o-o-

"I'm beginning to understand why B adopted all of us when we were already in elementary," Dick complains as baby Damian screams in his wooden high chair—yet another thing dug up from the attic that probably belonged to Bruce.

Alfred hands Dick a rag with a smirk. The thrown bowl of mac-and-cheese is all over Dick's shirt.

"Master Bruce always had a tenderness for infants," Alfred replies as he uses another rag to wipe off the still screaming and complaining Damian. "He always found joy in finding whatever excuse he could to hold and play with a baby. We used to go to a church when he was still a child himself, and there was a woman there without a husband who would always bring her infant. He would always offer to hold the child for her during the sessions to give her a break."

There's a twinkle in his eye when he looks over at Dick. "I imagine that if this had happened to you, or your other siblings, when he was still around, he would have loved every second of it. Food throwing, tantrums, and all."

Dick can't help but smile. He looks over at Damian who's now kicking his legs and waving his now clean hands in a fit. "Still, I wonder what's making him so mad."

"He might not like the taste," Alfred says, "or the texture. Perhaps some experimentation is due."

After some expiration and a lot of screaming through baby lungs that couldn't possibly hold that much air, they find that Damian really likes tomato soup, apple sauce, and broccoli.

-o-o-o-o-

"Master Dick," Alfred speaks up on the first evening while they were showing Damian Pooh's Heffalump Movie. Dick was relaxing and watching the movie, trying to remember if he's seen this one or not, while Damian was on the floor playing with an old kitten stuffed animal.

"Yeah?" Dick asks. He looks over at Alfred, only to see Alfred raise an eyebrow down at Damian. Dick follows his look, then his stomach drops when he finds that under the recently shopped for infant clothes, is a full looking diaper.

Dick looks back up at Alfred.

"Please, god, no."

Alfred drops a diaper, a bag of wipes, and a cloth into Dick's hands. "Good luck, sir."

-o-o-o-o-

Dick's about to lose his mind. He did everything Alfred told him to. He read a bedtime story—Where the Wild Things Are, as it was Dick's personal favorite as a child. He made sure his diaper was clean. He turned on some white noise. He even gave him Zitka. Yet, everything he did, Damian would scream and sob in his borrowed crib until Dick picked him up and started to sing the lullabies sung to him as a child. He sings the ones from his own native language, and even though there's no way Damian understands Romani, the kid calms down and reduces to exhausted little hiccups and almost seems to fall asleep with his little fingers curled in Dick's shirt.

And the second Dick puts him down, the crying rekindles.

Dick doesn't know what to do. Damian cries and cries until he's held and sung to, but Dick can't hold and sing to him all night. He paces Damian's room, bouncing the aforementioned kid-turned-infant in his arms, mumbling tunes to whatever lullaby decides to leave his lips.

Alfred told him he has permission to wake him up if he needed anything with Damian through the night, but Dick can't bring himself to. Alfred already works so hard during the day and night, keeping the manor in shape and making sure Dick doesn't get himself killed during patrol... He shouldn't have to be relied on to take care of a grumpy baby that won't go to sleep.

No, no Dick can handle this. Damian is calm when he's held and sung to, so that's what Dick will do. He walks to the cradle and pulls out Zitka, then goes to his own bedroom to sit on his bed and holds Damian close to his chest, singing and bouncing him gently.

Eventually, Damian goes completely still against his chest, snoring slightly, but Dick's too fearful to risk anything now. He stops singing though, resorting to simply holding Damian and trying to keep his own eyes open.

He fails, but he wakes up in the morning with Damian laying on his chest, still fast asleep and drooling all over his shirt.

Dick doesn't look a gift-horse in the mouth. He shifts into a better position, then allows them both to sleep in a little longer.

-o-o-o-o-

Alfred discovers the problem quickly when Dick tells him how hard it was to get Damian to sleep. Turns out, Damian's teething. By noon, Alfred had returned from the closest grocery store with a few tools to help with that. He puts a few water filled plastics into the fridge, then gives Damian one to chew on in the meantime. And chew on it, Damian does. He gets slobber everywhere, but at least he's no longer so upset, especially once a cold one is exchanged into his grubby little hands.

-o-o-o-o-

"That's absolutely adorable," Barbara says over the phone. Dick's just finished sending her a massive amount of pictures he's taken of Damian after taking him outside to play in the backyard with the dogs. He's sent her the pictures mostly because he needs people to see how cute Damian is while trying to tackle a dog twice the size of him... but also partly because he gets the feeling once Damian's back to his normal age, he will make sure all evidence of this is destroyed.

Barbara is someone Dick's sure can keep pictures hidden in a safe place... just in case Dick wants to see them again after lying to Damian he deleted them.

-o-o-o-o-

Dick's beginning to understand why people like babies. Like, they're cute, yes. The sounds they make are cute sometimes too. The things they find funny are usually very goofy and enjoyable to watch. Their laughs are contagious, and their babbles are enjoyable to try and decipher...

But nothing beats watching them sleep, curled up against your chest. Full trust in you that you'll keep them safe. It's nap time, and instead of trying to peel Damian off from him and put him in the crib, he's decided to just let the kid pass out in his arms and use the opportunity to take a nap himself.

Apparently it's bad to always let babies sleep with you, but Damian's not going to be this small forever. Might as well enjoy holding him like this in pure peace while he can.

-o-o-o-o-

It seems Zatanna was generous with her prediction, as he wakes up with his breath being knocked out of him. Damian, his rightful age and dressed in his full Robin uniform, scrambles off of Dick's chest. It's all knees and elbows, and Dick's left rubbing his ribs as Damian pats his body, as if making sure he's really a 10 year old boy and not an infant.

"Good to have you back," Dick grunts, rubbing his eyes and holding back a grin.

Damian whirls on him and points an accusing finger. "I don't remember what all happened," he hisses, "but you will delete any photos immediately."

Dick bursts into laughter, grabbing Damians pointed hand and tugging him into a proper hug. Damian squawks just a little, but relents when Dick squeezes him tighter than what he would to an infant. Yes. This feels right. Baby Damian was cute and cuddly, but he really missed the prickly attitude of this rascal.

"Okay," he says, releasing his charge. "I'll delete the photos, after we tell Alfred you're back and you've changed out of the suit."

Damian huffs and nods. "That was horrible."

"I don't know, I thought it was fun," Dick teases. Damian glares at him and Dick grins back.

Yeah, he missed his kid.

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THE SECRET - part three of four

Featuring: Cillian Murphy x Virgin!Reader

Words: 5,223

Warning: Smut, Age Gap

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Good Morning

After five orgasms, you decided that you were finally satisfied and, following almost five hours of passionate sex with a pizza delivery in between, you allowed Cillian to get some rest at about 1am. You figured that, after all, he’s more than double your age so sleep was probably something he needed more than you.

Regardless of your young age, you thought that you would both be exhausted the following morning but, that night, you could barely sleep.

You were ravaged with energy and wild thoughts about the man lying next to you.

Never, even in your wildest dreams, would you have imagined your first time being anything like this. Passionate and full of desire.

Your friends had all told you horror stories about their first times so you were positively surprised. It was pure pleasure and you didn’t want Cillian to stop making love to you and send waves of energy through your body.

After that, whilst you were incredibly satisfied, you were also incredibly sore. It’s not that Cillian hadn’t warned you about that. But you kept insisting on him giving you more and more and now you were clearly paying for it.

Cillian, on the other hand, was fast asleep. His body was certainly relaxed and comfortable. Not even a bolt of thunder could have wakened him after your fun filled activities. He didn’t even have to time to worry about how you would explain your absence that night to Emma when she found out.

You no longer worried about it. Emma still thought that you were seeing Finn despite you telling her that you weren’t. She didn’t believe you.

At about 6am you could not lie in bed anymore and decided to walk downstairs to get some coffee for you and Cillian.

You quickly wrapped your dress around you and borrowed one of Cillian’s jumpers to walk downstairs. The jumper was black and simple with a hood. It was an Irish clothing brand of some sort and you loved the smell of his aftershave on it.

The hotel restaurant just opened but, to your surprise, you weren’t the only one in need for coffee.

There was Anthony, the show’s director, getting ready for work while enjoying his cappuccino.

‘Nice outfit Y/N’ he laughed as you walked into the restaurant. You clearly looked out of place wearing a dress, sandals and oversized hoodie.

‘Oh thanks. I thought I would change things up a bit. I’ve heard it’s trendy now’ you giggled as you stood there, sore and noticeably uncomfortable.

You ordered two coffees, one double shot espresso and a latte.

‘Double Shot Espresso? Is that for you?’ he laughed. It was an unusual order and he only knew one other person on set who was ordering coffee as strong as this and that person was Cillian.

‘Uhm no’ you said shyly, hoping for no further questions from Anthony.

‘Jesus, Emma must have had a big night with her sister in town then’ he said before he excused himself to make his way to set.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Anthony’s comment and, shortly after you got your coffees, made your way back up to Cillian’s apartment.

You put his jumper back onto the chair and woke him up by giving him a kiss on the cheek.

‘Good Morning Sleepyhead’ you said as you put his coffee onto the bedside table.

‘Hey, good morning’ he said, rubbing his eyes. He instantly smelled the coffee and, after giving you a kiss, reached for the cup on the bedside table.

‘Thank you’ he said gently before asking you how you were feeling.

‘A bit sore’ you said with a smile on your face.

‘I am sorry’ he said like a true gentlemen before pulling you closer for another kiss.

After you had your coffee and spent some time making out with Cillian you made your way back to your apartment to have a shower and get changed.

Emma had already left for set and you were glad for it. You didn’t really want to explain yourself.

One part of you hated having to keep your relationship with Cillian a secret while the other part of you believed that, for the moment, it was defiantly the right thing to do.

On Set Dilemmas

Later that morning, on set, Emma met with Anthony before her scene with you.

Before you arrived, they had the opportunity to make some small talk and Anthony couldn’t help it but mention the coffee order you placed at the hotel restaurant at 6am.

‘That espresso obviously got you going Em’ Anthony laughed as Emma came walking towards him full of energy, building up some exhaustion for her next scene.

‘Espresso? I don’t even drink coffee’ she laughed.

‘You don’t? Now that is interesting. I walked into Y/N this morning buying you an espresso’ he said.

‘Y/N?’ Emma asked, before starting to laugh.

‘What’s so funny?’ Anthony asked.

‘Y/N has not been home. The coffee wasn’t for me’ Emma laughed.

‘Oh right, gotcha. Who’s the lucky guy?’ Anthony asked.

‘I think it’s Finn, but I cannot be certain’ Emma said with a giggle.

‘Finn? Yeah, I can see that’ Anthony smiled before he saw you approach him and Emma.

Anthony quickly changed the topic and began talking about the scene between you and Emma.

It took two takes to get it right and Anthony was quite happy with both of your progression.

The next week went uneventful and Cillian kept his distance from you on set. You didn’t have many scenes together during this time.

Nonetheless, you managed to sleep over at his apartment twice during this time raising Emma’s suspicions even further.

Cillian knew that some people on set were thinking that you were involved with Finn and it didn’t bother him until Finn finally found the courage to actually ask you out.

Thus, just as you were having lunch with Cillian, Finn and Anthony, Finn asked you an uncomfortable question.

‘Y/N, I was wondering if, perhaps, you would like to see a play with me on Saturday. Anthony and his wife are coming too’ Finn said, causing Cillian’s eyebrows to raise.

You took a deep breath, not knowing how to respond. Was he asking for a date or was he just being friendly?

‘Uhm, thank you for the offer, but I can’t. I am sorry. I will be in London for the weekend’ you said shyly while Cillian quietly watched the situation unfold.

‘Alright. Well, let me know if your plans change, ok?’ Finn said, causing you to nod before excusing yourself.

‘I better visit the bathroom before we start the next scene’ you said with a flushed face as you walked off. You were rather uncomfortable by Finn’s question, especially in front of Cillian.

When you were gone, Finn couldn’t help it but discuss the matter further with Anthony and Cillian, seeking some advice from them.

‘I had hoped for a different answer, but hey’ Finn said with disappointment, causing Cillian to look at him with some surprise.

‘Sorry man’ Anthony said. Until that moment, when Finn asked you whether you wanted to go out with him, he was certain that he was the one you were involved with based on Emma’s comments. He felt terrible for suggesting that he bring you along to the play.

‘That’s alright. I probably should have asked her to do something more private. Like dinner or something. Or go and watch a movie’ Finn said, causing Cillian to cross his elbows and raise his eyebrows again. He didn’t like the fact that Finn was interested in you and observed the conservation with silence.

‘Well, I actually thought the rumours that you two were involved with each other were true. That is why I suggested you bring her along to the play’ Anthony said with some embarrassment.

‘I wish they were. But unfortunately, they are not’ Finn laughed before he noticed Cillian’s silence. ‘You are a good matchmaker Cilly. Can you help me out here? Set me up on a date with Y/N or something?’ Finn asked.

‘No man, sorry. I don’t think she is interested to be honest’ Cillian said before also excusing himself. The conversation had clearly become too awkward for him.

After this strange encounter, Cillian returned to his trailer to prepare for the next scene which was to start after the lunch break in about half an hour.

Making a Claim

Not long after he sat down to re-read his script, he heard a knock on the door.

‘Cilly, it’s Y/N’ you said before letting yourself inside.

‘Are you alright?’ you asked as you observed an angry look on Cillian’s face.

‘Yeah, fine’ Cillian sighed, causing you to walk over towards him and press your lips onto his.

‘Yeah, fine?’ you giggled after you broke the kiss. ‘It seems to me that someone is jealous’ you smirked.

‘I am not jealous Y/N, I just don’t like anyone hitting on my girlfriend’ Cillian said.

‘Your girlfriend huh? Well, no one knows that I am your girlfriend’ you said with a giggle. In fact, even you didn’t know this. Until recently, Cillian kept reminding you that he wanted to take things slow especially since you are half his age and he only recently broke up with his ex. That’s a whole new tune coming from him, calling you his girlfriend.

‘I suppose’ Cillian said somewhat annoyed.

‘Well, you know, I also don’t like women hitting on you, yet it happens. Quite often in fact’ you giggled.

‘Oh common, no one hits on me on set’ Cillian laughed.

‘Barb hits on you every day’ you responded.

‘Barb? Seriously?’ Cillian asked.

‘Oh yes. Haven’t you noticed? She likes you a lot. Everyone knows that’ you smirked.

‘She is quite attractive I suppose’ Cillian said sheepishly, causing you to give him a nudge before pressing your lips onto his for a gentle kiss.

Cillian pulled you closer to him, and the kiss became demanding and insistent.

You buried your hands in his hair to pull him closer until, eventually, you had to come up for air.

You had mussed his hair quite badly, but you were certain that yours looked no better.

You stared at each other for a moment, unable to do much more than breathe.

‘Do I seem pissed off?’ Cillian asked lightly, once he had the air to accomplish words.

‘A little bit’ you grinned. ‘I think you’ve been a bit blunt around Finn’ you added.

‘Yes, because he’s hitting on you’ Cillian chuckled.

‘And that makes you territorial, does it?’ you smirked cheekily.

‘Yeah’ Cillian said while cupping your face.

‘Oh yeah? Well, then perhaps you should mark your territory’ you smirked before running your hands over Cillian’s crotch.

‘What if someone comes in?’ Cillian asked with a heavy breath.

‘The trailer locks. Besides…’ you levelled a serious expression at him…’you know what the next scene on my schedule entails, right?’ you asked, reminding Cillian that your character Yvette will be trying to seduce Finn’s character Michael Gray in the next scene after he had a fight with his with Gina. Whilst the seduction would be futile, the scene involved a kiss and some touching.

‘I do’ Cillian said with a deep voice before kissing your neck.

‘He will probably enjoy it’ he then said with some annoyance before he locked the trailer door and pressed his lips back onto yours.

‘Maybe. But then, who can compete with Tommy Shelby eh?’ you smirked as you broke the kiss for a split second before crashing your lips back onto his.

You marvelled at his dexterity and slipped your tongue into his mouth. Cillian groaned deep in his throat in response, a vocalization that you found thoroughly erotic.

‘I want you to fuck me right here’ you said in a haste as your lips drifted apart and you reached for the bulge straining against his black suit pants.

‘I don’t have a condom Y/N. Despite there isn’t much time…’ he said, trying to slow you down and, before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted.  

‘I am on the pill. Let’s make this quick’ you said eagerly before kissing him again.

This was all he needed to hear and, with one fluid motion, he pulled you away from the wall and lifted you easily to sit on the counter by the bench.

There was no time for you to get undressed. You had no more than fifteen minutes.

You worked the fly on Cillian’s pants open with little trouble and worked your prize free of his briefs. He was twitching with excitement, and you smiled to see the effect you had upon him.

At the same time, Cillian reached beneath your skirt and slipped your already soaked panties down around your ankles, dropping them to the floor besides you.

His lips met yours again as he rand his fingers through your wet slit a few times before he finally rested his cock against your entrance.

Your combined heat was feverish and you grabbed his cock, rubbing the head up and down your slit, coating him in warmth and wetness.

Cillian groaned and strained towards you, causing you to lean forward to kiss him, as you speared yourself on his hardness.

You know that, unlike other encounters you had, this would not be romantic nor would it be gentle. But that’s not what you wanted anyway. You wanted him to fuck you hard and fast. You wanted him to claim you.

You moaned into his mouth and clutched at his shoulders as he entered you.

‘Shit!’ you exclaimed, breaking this kiss. ‘Fuck!’ you exclaimed again as he thrust up into you with unexpected force.

His hands dug into your ass as he pulled you as close to him as possible.

You kept grounding yourself into him, revelling in the feeling of him inside of you. This was the first time you could feel him like this, the warms of his flesh rubbing against your tight but wet walls.

It was sensational and your hands clutched convulsively at his head.

Cillian nuzzled at your chest in between the opening of your blouse as he pumped his hips to meet yours.

You were so turned on by this point that you felt yourself already teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Usually, you would hold back from coming so quickly, but you were on a tight schedule and allowed yourself to let go.

You nipped gently at Cillian’s earlobe, and between moans, you spoke softly in his ear.

‘I am about to come’ you moaned, causing Cillian to groan. He knew what this meant. Your already tight walls would soon contract around him, sending him over the edge as well.

‘Do you want me to pull out after you do?’ Cillian asked as he continued to thrust into you.

You shook your head. ‘No, I want to feel you come inside of me’ you moaned.

The thought of him coming inside of you turned you both on immensely. It was something you both secretly fantasied about for over a week now.

With his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful, you could feel your orgasm begin to ripple through you, burning up from your core through your body, thrumming through your brain.

With his bare cock inside of you, all of you began to shake.

‘Fuck! Cillian! Yes! Fuck!’ you cried out.

You were certain that you were being too loud, but it was difficult for you to stifle yourself.

‘Shh Y/N’ Cillian chuckled just before he felt your walls clench around his cock, emphasizing his hardness.

He let out a terrific groan, and managed to choke out, ‘Fuck, Y/N’, before you felt the heat of him spurting into you.

He was not much quieter than you were and twitched inside of you, a sensation that extended your own orgasm.

You grasped at one another's bodies, overcome by the intensity. You bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming The strength of your orgasm was overwhelming, and when the shuddering pleasure at last subsided, you panted against Cillian’s shoulder.

Even through the clothes, you could feel his heart racing against you.

As you both came down from your high, you softly kissed each other while Cillian pulled out of you carefully.

You could feel his warm cum leaking out of you but you didn’t bother cleaning yourself up. Instead, you pulled up your panties stopping it from running out of you and down your thighs.

The thought of this drove Cillian absolutely crazy and he was ready for round two. Unfortunately for you, there was no time and, just as he zipped up his pants, you could hear a knock on the door.

‘Ready in five minutes Y/N’ Anthony yelled, causing your face to instantly turn red. How did he know that you were in Cillian’s trailer? Did he hear you?

You quickly straightened up your hair and clothes before walking outside with flushed cheeks.

‘Just rehearsing’ you said with heightened embarrassment as you looked down at the floor and waved your script around as you walked past Anthony.

‘Right, then let’s go’ he said with a laugh.

Accidents Happen

The scene with Finn was difficult for you to film especially now that you knew that he was interested in you.

It became even more difficult when Cillian appeared on set to get ready for his next scene.

Him watching you kiss Finn made you uncomfortable.

The scene was taking place on a boat parked at the canal and there was a lot happening around you. It was cold and raining and there you were, kissing Finn in front of your boyfriend.

After five takes due to the rain, Anthony was finally happy with the material and it was time for you to step off the boat.

It was slippery and, even with the best efforts from the team on set, you ended up falling on the ramp in your red vintage heals.

‘Shit Y/N, are you alright?’ Finn asked as you landed on the floor, taking a blow to your wrist.

Cillian instantly came running over to you and, together with Finn, helped you up from the muddy floor.

‘Now that was embarrassing’ you said, holding back some tears.

‘I think we will stop filming now and I will organise a nurse to see you Y/N’ Anthony said as the rain picked up and it started to thunder.

The outdoor scenes were cancelled for the remainder of the day and Cillian took off his big jacket, wrapping it around you as Finn and him walked with you towards the shelter.

‘Are you alright?’ Cillian asked, his big blue eyes looking into yours while he held your hand.

Anthony and Finn couldn’t help but look at you both, somewhat stunned. But Cillian didn’t care about what it looked like to them. He was worried about you and cared for you deeply.

‘I am fine’ you smiled and Cillian stayed with you until the nurse came and assed your wrist.

It was clearly sprained and you were lucky that it wasn’t broken.

‘I think she will survive mate’ Anthony said to Cillian with a chuckle as sat there and waited for you to be fitted with a wrist support splint.

‘I am just hanging around to see if she needs some help, that’s all’ Cillian responded.

‘Sure mate’ Anthony chuckled, becoming somewhat suspicious about Cillian’s behaviour towards you.

‘I think we will all need a shower and a beer. Meet you guys at the pub at 5?’ he asked, causing both you and Cillian to nod.

After the nurse attended to you and discharged you, you made your way back to your apartment.

Emma was about to leave when you arrived and you texted Cillian, asking him to come over before you would head to the pub together.

Bath Fun

Just as he arrived, your bath was ready. He was ten minutes early, as usual.

‘I will just need to have a quick wash’ you said as you were still covered in mud.

‘That’s alright, I will watch some TV while I wait’ Cillian said as you disappeared into the bathroom.

Unfortunately for you, it wasn’t long until you had to ask Cillian for help.

‘Cillian, can you give me hand please?’ you asked loudly from the bathroom as you tried to open the wrist support splint yourself without success.

‘Why don’t you leave it on and I will help you?’ he asked after he came inside the bathroom.

‘Alright, but no fooling around. We are already late’ you said.

‘Of course not’ Cillian smirked as just as he got undressed.

‘Uhm what are you doing?’ you asked surprised, unsure why he needed to get undressed in order to help you wash your hair and back.

‘Well, I am getting into the bath with you. Just to make it easier for the both of us of course’ Cillian said.

‘Of course’ you giggled as he helped you in the bathtub before getting in behind you.

Cillian went straight to business and began washing your back with the soft sponge.

That feels great’ you said, closing your eyes.

Cillian then grabbed the handheld shower head and rinsed your hair with the hot water. Next, he grabbed the body wash and soaped up your back.

Once your back was done, he reached around and washed your front where his soapy hands found your breasts and rubbed them thoroughly, his fingers playing with your nipples.

As he did, you noticed Cillian’s erection getting bigger by the second, his hard cock poking against your lower back.

‘This counts as fooling around’ you said as Cillian continued to massage your breasts.

I'm just trying to be thorough’ Cillian replied.

You wanted to give him a harder time, but you felt that all too familiar stirring between her legs.

Cillian’s hands finally left your breasts and made their way down your stomach, still under the guise of helping you to get clean. When your front was completely covered in the body wash, his hands travelled further south. You felt Cillian's slick fingers getting dangerously close to your entrance, and you found yourself opening your legs wide to allow him easier access. He didn't hesitate and slipped two fingers into you right away.

‘I knew you wouldn't be able to control yourself’ you mumbled as his fingers pumped into you.

‘Can you blame me?’ Cillian asked. ‘After all, I have got the most beautiful woman right here with me’ he added as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, causing you to moan.

While his fingers began to thrust outwards, hitting your g-spot over and over again, his thumb began to massage your clit.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as you clenched onto the side of the bathtub but, just as you were nearing your high, Cillian retracted his hand.

‘What are you doing?’ you whined, turning to pout at him.

‘I want to try something else’ he responded.

You weren’t sure what he meant, but you saw him going for the handheld shower head again. In an instant, a strong stream of hot water was pounding against your clit. Your back arched, the sensation overwhelming.

‘Holy fuck’ you moaned, slumping back against Cillian as his fingers returned to inside of you while the harsh water streamed against your clit. His skin felt deliciously warm behind you and he aimed the stream even closer to your most sensitive spot.

You leaned your head back against his chest, and Cillian's left arm snaked around your waist while his right controlled the shower head.

‘I knew you'd like that’ he whispered into your ear as you continued to contort against him. And a few seconds later, you were wracked with a powerful orgasm.

As you tried to recover, Cillian casually rinsed the rest of your body as if he hadn't just gotten you off. You could feel he was rock hard now.

He put the shower head back into its place and guided you up so that you were sitting on the tiled edge of the bathtub, your back leaning against the cold tiles on the wall behind you.

Cillian got down on his knees in front of your and grabbed your hips.

‘Oh god Cillian, I swear, you're gonna kill me’ you mumbled as Cillian pushed his head between your thighs. His mouth went to work, french kissing your lower lips.

Cillian's tongue alternated between stimulating your clit and plunging inside you.

You put your uninjured hand in his hair and began to moan loudly as he stimulated you with his tongue.

‘You are so fucking beautiful, you know that?’ Cillian asked as his tongue ran up and down your slit, dipping into you now and then before circling over your clit.

‘Cillian, I want you inside of me, now. Please’ you moaned.

‘Impatient as usual, aren’t we?’ he smirked before plunging his tongue inside of you one more time before pulling away and helping you out of the bathtub.

After he helped you dry off, he suggested that you go to the bedroom but you had other ideas.

‘Right here’ you smirked causing the smile on Cillian’s face to fade and be replaced with a serious look in his eyes.

‘As you wish’ he said with determination just before he made you bent forward over the sink.

You looked at him through the mirror in front of you. His intensity made your shiver in anticipation and, before you even had the chance to take in a deep breath, Cillian lined himself up at your opening and gently pushed inside.

After all the foreplay, it went in so easily, as if Cillian inside you was the most natural thing in the world. His thrusts were slow and gentle, and he angled his body to ensure his weight wasn't pressing against your injured wrist.

He was clearly taking it easy with you and it felt as if everything was moving in slow motion, so you could savour every millisecond.

Cillian's thrusts started d to get a little more powerful, but still slow and controlled. He brought his face close to the back of your neck while looking at you through the mirror in front of you.

He loved seeing facial expressions and hear your moans when he was inside of you.

‘Oh god’ you moaned as your hips were rising to meet his thrusts and his lips began to kiss your neck gently until, all of a sudden, you heard Emma’s voice.

‘Y/N, are you in the bathroom?’ she asked.

‘Yes, having a bath’ you said with a hasty voice while Cillian halted his thrusts.

‘Can I come in? I need my glasses. They are on the window seal’ she said.

‘No’ you shouted. Cillian was still inside of you and his hands were still placed over your waist.

‘Alright, uhm, can you bring them to the pub when you get there, please. I just came back to get them’ she said with a laugh before leaving the apartment.

‘That was close’ Cillian chuckled as soon as he heard the apartment door close.

‘You think’ you chuckled just as you pushed back on him, indicating that you wanted him to keep going.

Cillian finally had enough of the slow pace and roughly grabbed your hips tighter. His fingers dug into your flesh as he began to pound into you.

‘Yes, that’s it’ you moaned as you closed your eyes and let your head drop forward.

‘Oh god Cillian, yes keep going’ you moaned as Cillian was hitting all the right places. Cillian's hands started traveling around your body, one grabbed a hold of your ass and the other snaked up to play with your nipples.

Cillian soon started grunting, and you knew that he was close.

‘I am so close, don’t stop’ you moaned as you ground your hips hard against him and, as Cillian gave a few final thrusts, and when you felt him cum inside you, you came too.

‘Yes yes yes’ you gasped, trying to hold on to the sink for support as your orgasm washed over you and Cillian thrusted into you hard three more times before slowing down his movements.

Once he caught his breath, Cillian was able to pull out and stand up straight and you turned around to kiss him.

‘I suppose, we will be late’ you smirked as you looked at your watch, it was 5.15pm.

‘Hmm, do we even have to go?’ Cillian asked before kissing you again.

‘Yes Cillian, we do’ you said and quickly brushed your hair and got dressed.

It took you less than ten minutes after your sexual encounter to get ready and jump into a taxi.

More than Rumours

When you arrived at the pub, everyone was already there. Finn, Emma, Anthony and some of the other crew and cast members.

‘You guys are half an hour late’ Anthony said as you and Cillian approached the table.

‘Sorry. It took me a bit longer to get ready with this thing on’ you said shyly as you sat down next to Emma and handed her the pair of glasses she had been asking for earlier.

Emma looked over at you and Cillian and noticed that you both had wet hair.

But she wasn’t the only one who noticed. Anthony also observed that you both looked freshly showered with nice and clean hair.

What he also noticed was a familiar looking jumper that Cillian was wearing. In fact, it was the same jumper he saw on you just a week ago.

‘Nice Jumper Cillian’ Anthony said, while looking at you with a wide grin. The embarrassment shot through your face in an instant.

‘Thanks’ Cillian said, somewhat surprised by his comment. Little did he know that you had misappropriated the jumper a week ago when you got a coffee from the hotel restaurant, which is when you ran into Anthony.

The evening continued by you and Cillian ordering drinks and some food while Anthony found some time to speak to Emma in private.

‘I wish I wouldn’t have listened to you the last time we spoke Em’ Anthony laughed.

‘Why is that?’ Emma asked.

‘Well, Y/N is clearly not involved with Finn’ he chuckled.

‘What makes you say that?’ Emma asked.

‘Well, I suggested to Finn that he asks Y/N to join us for the theatre next week and she declined. I figured, if the rumours were true, she would say yes. Despite, Finn then asked Cillian to help him set him up with Y/N’ Anthony said.

‘That’s interesting. What did Cillian say?’ Emma asked curiously.

‘He said no and left’ Anthony laughed.

‘So, who do you think she is seeing?’ Emma asked.

‘I think you know as well as I do Em’ Anthony said with a laugh before taking his beer from the counter.

‘Yes… at least I have my suspicions’ Emma said with a giggle as she looked over to you and Cillian.

 Note: There will be a fourth and final part. Short and fluffy with Smut!

[lockoutkey]

20 Years of Broken Wires

Sometimes it starts with a small thought at 1am. It’s one you’ve had every single night for the past week. Month. Year. Lifetime. “Is this it?” “Is this the last night?” but despite that twitch in your leg and tingling face it’s never the last. But you’re so awake and so tired at the same time can the side effects figure themselves out. Just lay there in fear you’ll fall asleep eventually, it’s all in your head after all.

Sometimes it’s a thought in class. A stroke of a pen and you freeze. did you pop that little orange pill? Did you miss a dose? And every doctor you’ve had nags at you all at once. Set a reminder. Set a reminder. For god sakes just remember amd set a reminder. So hands start shaking and double words show up on the computer. When did you start seeing stars?

It’s a memory. You walk into a room and look around. Which was the cause now? What fired in that brain of yours that made you buffer and forget in five seconds. It’s a speech in 10th grade that you can’t say because your speech has been fucked since you were in 1st grade. That woman trying to fix the unfixable always was a bitch.

A memory of elementary school children playing kickball during recess and your up. You’re excited and the red rubber ball flies towards you on the black concrete. You kick and it flies high. You run and already feel your leg give out. You’re out, children don’t care about side effects and ticks and mini seizures that make you fall the second you take off running.

Maybe if you just took off that leg it would be over. The wires would connect and your body would stop shaking and convulsing. Your mom can stop asking you questions you can’t answer for another three minutes. It has to be three. If it’s five you’re done for and the red and blue lights flash. When those lights flash it’s over for you. The last time those showed up was when you were two and you can’t even remember. Why do they scare you so much then? Get over it theyre lights.

Those lights aren’t the cause, but you can’t convince them. Every roller coaster ride and haunted house they ask the same question. All your life it’s can you do this. No one listed when you say you can. So you don’t because it’s easier to simply say no. No you can’t do it. Sit down and shut up and let your brain fire off like it should. The boardwalk is the worse and the best. Ice cream and toys and “cover your eyes don’t look over there at the flashing lights.” They act like they know all my triggers.

What’s it like for all those non twitchys. Do they sit in that metal tube as well with wires all over. Do they sit in that chair with needles sucking your insides. Do they worry about coffee? About how it helps one part of you and hurts the other. Do they think they’re normal? Do they know they are. Wait, no, that’s not what your supposed to say because remember. You’re a gift and not a three thousand dollar burden on your parents.

What do you fear? Spiders? Ghosts? No. Sleeping? Not sleeping? Medicine too early? Medicine too late? Being alone? Being with someone? Yes. Life is fear because if you even think of that train whistle you can hear so clearly a though passes. “Is just the sound gonna make me seize?” Shove it away before you get the chance to find out. You’re not suicidal enough for that right now. Wait for the comorbid depression to hit in december. Then you can think of the whistle.

Heavy gasping breaths but it’s okay boss I can come in at 2. Pounding head your change is $4.25. Check the bathroom but don’t throw up. Lunch break and 30 minutes is never enough but especially not now when the world is spinning and you can barely breathe. 4 hours left but don’t send me home. I need money more than I need a safe mind.

Get to class ignore the white stars the show up on the quiz. Hand down eyes down don’t let them see the eyes rolling. Understand you’re not filled with hate towards them, it’s the non stop blinks that hurt that pisses you off. Thank god for trokendi or necks would snap.

Go back, what’d you say? Sorry friend I zone out sometimes. I didn’t tell you but I sat with water trying to swallow for two minutes because it wouldn’t go down. I promise I took it don’t worried, it’s midnight don’t bring on the paranoia. But we already know an overdose is better than none at all. Fine all take it again. Better lucid that dead. What were you talking about? I get off track, I’m tired.

There is no going out for you. You don’t get what they have. You can’t get blackout and party till the sun comes up. Where are the movies that show the kid reading a book and listening to the pumping frat music. This is college, just go out. It’s normal, be normal for once would you. Risk it for once.

It’s a waiting game until your 25. Then it’s over and your stuck. They say you never stop learning and the brain is changing but we know better. There’s a cutoff of acceptance. It’s been 22 years and you still have desperate hope you can make it to 25 without having a morning of wide eyes and closed lungs.

Three more years and maybe a lifetime of warnings. Of fearful nights and careful mornings. Unresponsive and hearing things no one else is. Stomach keeps turning but what else do you do but hold on to the wall on the way to a dorm bathroom.

[fandom-imagines]

Thank you

Fandom: Death Note

Pairing: L X Reader

Warnings: Emotional and physical abuse.

Words: 3k

A/N: I’m in a death note phase again. I wrote this instead of doing my essay oops.

Being the girlfriend of a worldwide, secret detective was hard.

Relationships were hard enough as it is but having to make sure both the partners names were kept hidden made it even harder. Then there’s the constant travelling that takes place along with many other things.

Basically, the relationship between L Lawliet and Y/N Y/S/N was a complicated one. Don’t get me wrong, they were both madly in love with the other, but that didn’t make it any less hard.

“Y/N!” A high-pitched voice sounded from behind the aforementioned couple.

That’s Misa, Y/N’s best friend and often co-worker. The two met at a photoshoot where they became fast friends, the pair being able to work together due to their celebrity status.

“Hi, Misa.” A soft smile crawled onto the Y/H/C-haired girls’ lips.

She usually loved seeing Misa, but today all she wanted was to go back to her house and chill, maybe with Lawliet, maybe not. Who knows? Not her.

“Hi, Ryuzaki.” Misa greeted her best friends’ boyfriend, albeit unknowingly, before grasping her small hand around Y/N’s arm. “Bye, Ryuzaki!” Were her final words as she dragged Y/N away, unaware that she was desperately mouthing “sorry” towards her boyfriend.

~

“Light won’t even take me on a date, Y/N/N!” Misa whined, still talking about her ‘boyfriend’, “Isn’t that so unfair?”

“Very.” Y/N mumbled, turning the page on her magazine which lay in front of her.

She was currently lying across Misa’s bed, the pink sheets creasing beneath her. The girl’s legs were crossed in the air, the entire weight of her body being placed solely on her stomach. The magazine she was reading was something she had bought on the way back to Misa’s, hoping to share opinions on outfits or gossip about latest celebrities, something that the pair had done since they met.

“Are you even listening, Y/N/N?” The blonde continued to whine upon realizing that her friend was no longer listening to her boy drama.

“Sorry, just deep in thought.” Y/N’s words weren’t necessarily a lie, she was deep in thought just not about something she wished to share.

Misa didn’t know about Lawliet and Y/N’s relationship, nobody did. That was how they liked it. No one could intervene, no drama or anything of the sort.  Just the two of them, happy, together.

Oh how she longed to be with him right now. The two of them together, even if they were just sitting in HQ together whilst working on the Kira case that they had been working on for months now. That was how they had met: the Kira case.

Y/N knew of his involvement, her father worked as a detective, similar to Lights. That was how she joined the investigation despite being a student. Both her father and close friend, Light, recommended her.

However, that friendship was slowly fading as she found out more and more evidence that made her suspect Light of being Kira. She’s smart, very smart, that’s why she got along with both geniuses. She fit in well with the two. But the more she investigated the case, the more she realized that Light could possibly be behind the mass murders that were causing terror across the world, especially Japan.

“Ooh! What about? Is it a boy?” Misa was now sat up on the ground, arms wrapped tightly around the yellow pillow that she was previously sitting on. Her loose blonde locks fell down her back as well as over the pillow. She looked absolutely beautiful.

How did Light not love her back?

“Shut up.” The other girl huffed, tossing a pillow from Misa’s bed into the face of the owner, giggling as Misa fell backwards onto the soft carpet before bursting into a fit of giggles herself.

“You have to tell me!” The words left Misa’s lips between giggles as she recomposed herself.

“No!”

“Yes~”

The two argued back and forth for around five minutes before giving up, and bursting into a giggle fit once again, something that was common between the pair.

“So, you like someone?” Misa wiggled her eyebrows in amusement at the fact that her best friend was finally interested in someone other than fictional characters. “Tell me everything.”

Without revealing who it was, Y/N began to tell her about her ‘crush’, despite said crush actually being her boyfriend of a few months now. Ensuring that no significant details were released which could identify the man, she told her everything. Blushing was something new to her, but neither Misa nor Y/N complained. It was a refreshing change for them both.

“Wow,” The model let out a breath she wasn’t aware that she was holding once Y/N had poured her heart out, slightly at least. “I never knew you were capable of such feelings, Y/N/N!”

“Stop teasing me~” Y/N’s hands covered her blushing face, words becoming muffled behind the skin. “This is embarrassing enough as it is,” a groan left her lips as she continued her sentence. “Besides, I doubt he even likes me back.” The final words were mumbled, self-doubt settling in as she realized that her boyfriend might not actually love her.

Logically, Y/N knew that L wouldn’t use her, or at least she hopes, and that he genuinely did value her and her opinion. He enjoyed her company and didn’t find her annoying. He really did love her, despite not having admitted it.

“Sure he does! You’re great, Y/N/N.” Misa grinned at her best friend, unknowingly providing her with a source of comfort.

“Thanks, Misa.” A sigh left the other girls lips, a sinking feeling of doubt looming over her. “I should probably get home, it’s getting late. Goodnight, Misa.”

“Goodnight, Y/N!”

~

Instead of heading home Y/N decided to take a late-night stroll.

The dark sky was littered with bright stars, a nice change from the usual plain nights sky in Japan. It gave an almost comforting feel to the stroller, reminding her of her childhood when she would stay up late to stare up at the midnight sky with a genuine belief that it was the world watching over her, much like the moon which was ‘following’ her everywhere she went to make sure she was safe.

It was childish, yes, but she was a child so what do you expect?

The Y/H/C-haired girl observed her breath as she exhaled. It was cold which wasn’t a huge surprise considering that it was nearing December now; winter time. Despite being extremely cold, she decided that it wasn’t time to head home just yet. Her mind wasn’t entirely clear and it wasn’t exactly in her best interest to go home with an overthinking mind, so he continued her walk.

The sound of her shoes hitting the ground was one of the only things she could hear other than the occasional passing car or truck. The streetlights lit up her view, being the only thing that did so and Y/N internally thanked whoever put them up considering she wouldn’t be able to use the torch on her phone as it had died long ago. The odd passing-by car provided her with some light also, although it wasn’t much.

It wasn’t until around 1am when she finally decided she should head home.

~

The house was deadly silent as she entered, but the lights were still alight, leaving the daughter of the local baker and detective confused.

“Mum?” The girls voice was slightly quiet in case she was asleep whilst still being loud enough for anyone seated downstairs to hear.

“Where have you been?!” Her mothers voice was incredibly loud, making Y/N cringe and wince. “I’ve been worried sick! How could you make your mom worry like this?”

Ah, there comes the guilt tripping. Y/N’s thoughts were awfully loud, and she cursed herself internally.

“Sorry, mom.” A frown had made its way onto her lips as she apologized.

Sure, she probably should have warned her that she was going for a walk, but there was no need to guilt trip her.

“You should be. Now go to your room!”

She simply ran upstairs.

~

The bags under Y/Ns’ eyes almost matched Ryuzaki’s the following day.

She hadn’t gotten any sleep that night as she replayed every bad moment with her mother sine childhood and believe me, there was a lot of them.

Her mother hadn’t been the best parent to say the least. She was never physically abusive, but the mental scars from her words and actions had taken a toll on her daughter throughout the years.

“Are you okay?” Lights words were full of concern upon noticing the girls tired composure. The way she stood further proved that she was exhausted considering how she was slumped over. Hands shaking also, Light was genuinely concerned, despite his status as Kira, something he knew that she suspected. “You look terrible, no offence.”

“I’m fine.” Her words were quiet, almost silent, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to give a completely response but she figured those words would suffice and he would hopefully leave her alone.

Whilst concerned, Light knew not to push things when someone didn’t want to talk, so he didn’t push it further, favouring to ask if she was going to the HQ later which she was.

“Ryuzaki isn’t in today,” Lights words caught her attention, finally pulling her from her trance, “he’s working on the investigation.”

“Oh,” while her response was short, the criminal still cheered internally, glad that he had stopped her worrying, even if it was for a split second.

~

For the entire day she was completely ‘out of it’, unable to concentrate or even form a coherent sentence and she mentally kicked herself at her so-called failure. However she was slightly grateful that there was no exam today, knowing she would have most definitely failed. She probably wouldn’t have been able to write more than three words.

Y/N’s walk to HQ was lonely as she desperately craved some human contact.

She really needed a hug.

As though in a trance, the girl scanned herself into HQ and headed towards the main room where she knew everyone would be.

“Hi, Y/N,” Matsuda’s cheerful greeting caught Ryuzaki’s attention. Well, more like the name of the person he was greeting.

Nobody could have known however, unaware of the short-lived glance he had spared towards her. This short glance told him a lot: she hadn’t slept, she was deep in thought and she felt… crap.

This worried the detective immensely. He really did care for the girl; a lot more than he would admit. Not that he didn’t want to, he just didn’t know how she would react and didn’t want to risk facing rejection.

It would hurt.

“Hi.” The response she gave Matsuda was blunt, emotionless which L wasn’t happy to hear.

She never used that tone. She was usually cheerful. It must be bad.

“You guys can go for a break. You’ve been here most of today and it’s not nearing 5pm.” L’s words matched his girlfriends tone as usual, uncaring about the relief his words had just provided the others on the case. “Except you.” His gaze was now fixated on his love, making her internally curse at herself for being so obvious about her low mood.

The raven-haired detective waited for everyone to leave, stare unmoving as he observed Y/N’s every move and she walked towards the chair opposite him.

“What is it?” Y/N’s gaze was cast towards the ground, not wanting L to see her like this. “I’m sorry.” Her words were quick, worried that he was going to say something that would simply upset her more. “I-I didn’t mean too.”

L’s cold hand gently grasped her chin, lifting her face so that they could look at each other and he cringed slightly as he saw the tear threatening to fall from her eyes.

Okay, he is now really worried.

“What’s wrong?” His words were quiet but still laced with genuine concern, along with his eyes. “You can tell me.”

“It’s nothing, really.” The words stumbled from her lips, only worrying him more. “C-can I just go today? Please.”

L simply nodded, watching as she dashed from the HQ and out of his sight.

~

“Why do you keep disappearing?” Y/N’s mothers voice was the first thing she heard as she walked through the door.

“Please, leave me alone.” Y/N begged, simply wishing to be alone.

She made an attempt to dash upstairs, only to be stopped by her mothers tight grip around her wrist as she spun her around to face her. A hash slap hit the younger girls face with such a force that they both knew would leave a mark the following day.

“Y-Y/N…” Upon realisation of what she had just done, her tight grip around her daughters wrist loosened, hand dropping to her side.

“Never talk to me again.” YN’s words were quiet yet laced with venom before she finally dashed up to her room, one goal in mind:

Leave.

Her movements were quick as she packed her bag, tears leaking from her eyes in both pain and sadness,

Within minutes her bag was packed, tossed over her shoulder before she ran downstairs.

“Please don’t leave.” Her mother’s plead fell on deaf ears, the only response coming from the closing of the door as she watched her daughter leave, neither of them knowing if she would ever return.

~

It was cold. Very cold and Y/N cursed herself for not bringing a jacket, being in a skirt and t-shirt which was the same outfit she had worn to school today.

Shivering, she began her long walk towards HQ, something she knew would take a long time.

~

“What happened to you?” Detective Yagami’s voice was filled with panic upon seeing the tear stains on her cheeks as well as the bright red bruising hand-mark.

Lawliet payed no attention  to his remark, simply assuming that Matsuda had had a clumsy accident yet again.

“Please, can I just sit down?” Was what captured his attention, the soft and exhausted voice being one he recognised immediately.

“O-of course.” Soichiro’s words were rushed as he signalled towards the seat he had previously occupied which Y/N gratefully took.

L spun on his chair to look at the girl, breath hitching as he took in her appearance.

He caught her gaze and she had looked up after hearing the spinning of the chair and she thanked whatever gods there were that it was simply the three of them.

“Detective Yagami would you mind if we have a moment?” L’s stare was unmoving as Yagami nodded, leaving the room.

“R-Ryu…” Her voice sounded broken, eyes filled with pain and he soon noticed the bag on the ground, quickly coming to the conclusion that something had happened at home, presumably with her mother, and she had ran away.

L quickly climbed onto his feet, opening his arms which Y/N gladly ran into, breaking down into sobs. His hand placed itself on her hair, burying itself into her hair as her face buried into his chest. L was uncaring as her tears soaked through his white tee; he only cared that she was okay. They stood like that for a long time, L providing comfort she didn’t know she needed.

“Come on,” L broke the silence as his girlfriend calmed down, her breath evening out, “lets get you to a room.” He offered her a hand as she pulled away, one she took with extreme gratitude, appreciating that it must have been hard for him to give her any affection.

Their hands never parted as they climbed the stairs of the HQ, heading towards Y/N’s new room. Ryuzaki had thrown her bag over his shoulder, the heavy weight of the bag not affecting him one bit.

The room was empty, and it was clear nobody was staying there.

The noise of the bag dropping to the ground was loud, startling Y/N whilst Lawliet remained unaffected, having been the one that had caused the noise; not that it would have scared him anyway.

Y/N was led towards the made bed by the detective, sitting herself down as he wordlessly instructed before taking a seat beside her.

“I’m sorry for being such a bother.” She apologised, making L shake his head in disagreement.

“You could never be a bother, Y/N. Not to me.” His words were less monotone than usual, less devoid of feeling. There was a genuine tone coming from him. “Matsuda’s a bother, not you.” He spoke which made the shorter girl chuckle, something she felt she hadn’t done in ages, despite it having only been a day, #

“Thanks, Ryu. For everything.”

“It’s my pleasure.” His arm wrapped around her shoulder, pulling her closely towards him until her warmth was felt by him. “I-“ He paused as he began to speak, extremely aware of what he was about to say.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked, confused at his sudden silence.

“I love you.” His words were quiet, almost unheard had it not been for the fact that the room was deadly silent.

The pair fell into an awkward silence for a moment before L got up to leave, apologising as he did so.

“Wait,” Y/N’s hand wrapped around his own, “I love you too.”

A small smile made its way onto both of their lips, L walking back over to the girl until he was stood directly in front of her. She watched closely as he bent down, unsure of what he was about to do. The second his lips touched her forehead a huge blush flowed across her cheeks.

“R-Ryu…?” Her embarrassed voice sounded, the only response she earned from him being a small smile before he gave her a pat on the head, turning to leave.

“Thank you.” She called, making him stop in the doorway.

“Anytime, Y/N/N.” The use of the nickname only made her blush harder.

[insomniumstella]

An angsty prompt of roommate!bucky? Like just imagine you’re two idiots who are mutual pinning after each other, but obviously y’all don’t know that you’re in love. I might need some angst there....🥺👉👈

bucky x reader

warnings: some adult themes, a bit of angst, can’t think of any others

word count: 3,279

Monday

Their usually empty apartment is scattered with people tonight, soft sounds of music and chatter in the background.

“You didn’t tell me Barnes’s new girlfriend would be here.” Wanda and y/n are preparing drinks in the kitchen, because who wants to only drink straight vodka or beer. Other duties, such as setting up food in the living room were left to the remaining Avengers, and y/n sincerely hopes they can handle it because last time Sam tried opening a bag of chips he spilled them everywhere.

“She’s not his girlfriend.” She raises an eyebrow, finishing each Mojito with a sprig of mint “Besides, he forgot to tell me.” I do not have feelings for Bucky Barnes, she thinks after noticing Wanda’s apologetic look.

“Of course you don’t” She replies sarcastically, almost singing ‘of course’ for emphasis. Surprisingly the living room looks neat and peaceful when they come back, people sitting on every free space they were able to find, floor including.

“Might have to get you and Barnes a bigger apartment because this shoebox isn’t cutting it.” y/n dismisses Tony’s comment because this apartment is often empty anyways due to frequent missions. Still, it’s cozy; when Bucky suggested they live together, because it’s totally normal for two friends to do so, even if they can get separate places, y/n took up the decorating. While it was not necessarily fancy, multiple fairy lights, and about a million photos made the place feel inviting and safe. Bucky would agree too, having spent hours on the worn out couches, whether it was drinking with the boys or reading, something he recently took up. Steve removes his hand from the couch’s arm rest and nods his head as if saying come sit here, which y/n does, cozying up half on the arm rest, half against Steve’s body. He’s nursing a beer, and smiles at her when she finally settles.

“Truth or drink?” Natasha suggests, taking a shot of vodka straight from the bottle, using her Mojito as a chaser. Y/n turns her head to look at Bucky, whose eyes are burning holes in the side of her head, snickering when she turns her gaze to his new girl and notices her disgusted expression. Yeah, it’ll take her a while to get used to us. Sam’s up first to ask questions. He snatches the bottle out of Natasha’s hands, passing it to Tony, and thinks for a minute before asking  “Have you ever been in an orgy?”

“That’s one way to start the game.” Tony laughs before taking a shot. He doesn’t have to answer for others to know. “My sweet Natasha, who here do you think is packing the most?”

Somehow she has managed to find and open a bottle of tequila; it’s been a rough week for her. Taking a shot “Steve.” She answers. “Steve, when was the last time you had sex?”

“Do all of these have to be sexual?” He’s blushing hard; talking about things of this nature is still weird and uncomfortable for him, but so’s drinking hard liquor. “Two days ago.” There’s oohs and ahh’s filling the room, and y/n takes notice of how Steve leans into her, almost as if to escape people’s eyes on him.

“C’mon guys, Steve’s right, at least let’s ease into the sexual questions. Hey Bucky, who do you think is the sexiest person here?” That’s a good way for him to include his new girl more, y/n thinks, but to her surprise, Bucky’s taking the bottle of vodka from Tony and taking a shot. The teasing stares from Wanda, y/n tries ignoring for the rest of the game.

Tuesday

“Who do you think is it?” Natasha is still wandering about last night when Bucky decided to take a shot instead of answering who’s the sexiest. For a spy, she’s surprisingly unaware. It’s just the girls at the apartment, because y/n invited them over after James announced he’s going a date. It worked out kind of perfectly; girls nights are very important, yet neither of them can remember when was the last time it happened. Thanking the delivery guy and coming back into the living room with a pizza, y/n turns to Natasha.

“I think the real question is what made you think Steve’s packing the most, when our team has a literal God?” A deep crimson colour paints Natasha’s cheeks. She’s hangover from last night, so it’s one of the rare times anyone ever sees her blushing. y/n knows she’s got her; two days ago, after a mission gone wrong, she decided to sleep at the compound, and guess who was sneaking out of Steve’s room in the middle of the night? As the sun sets, the conversations get more open, and wine bottles, one by one, disappear from the fridge. It’s about 1am when Bucky comes home to find a messy apartment and his girl sleeping on the couch; Natasha and Wanda somehow managed to drunkenly call a taxi back to the compound. Not my girl, he corrects himself after the thought accidentally crosses his mind, I have a different girl, he thinks.

“You’re home.” y/n slurs, reaching her arms out to hug him.

“I’m home.” He chuckles, leaning down to pick her up, bridal style.

“Did you have fun?”

“Not as much as you, apparently.” He answers, walking up to her bedroom door, opening it, and gently places her on the bed. “You’ll have a lot to clean up tomorrow.” This is not true. Bucky Barnes will clean it up himself, the way y/n does after he has one too many. “Goodnight sleeping beauty.” And with a kiss on her forehead she’s out. Not my girl.

Wednesday

Winding down after a long day is one of life’s most simple pleasures, and with Halloween right around the corner, a spooky movie marathon was bound to happen.

“Beetlejuice or Hocus Pocus?”

“Neither of these names mean something to me?” Bucky’s answer sounds more like a question. Of course he wouldn’t know the names of the two classics, yes, life really has been rough on him, y/n thinks. She’s sitting on the couch with a bag of popcorn, legs comfortably placed on the coffee table, when Bucky comes out of the kitchen and puts their drinks down. “Also, you drink too much.” He points out her wine obsession.

Leaning her head on his shoulder after he sits down “You talk too much.” She answers. It feels weird to sit so close when he’s seeing someone, but hey, this is Bucky, the guy, she’s been living with and crushing on for months, she might as well enjoy this while she can. Besides he’s acting casual about it. Not, he’s not casual about it. From the inside at least, because yes, Bucky looks completely calm, reaching down to her lap to grab some popcorn from time to time, but his heart is skipping beats a little too much for his liking.

Maybe next time Steve’s staring at her with those love-filled eyes, I should just tell them to get a room? Bucky considers, this is too hard and at least that way, I won’t see her as much. He’s so still she wonders if he fell asleep, but the turning of his head assures he didn’t. His lips form a smile and she smiles back. I wish Bucky liked me back, like how Steve likes Natasha, y/n thinks to herself, they’re so cute together.

“I don’t like this Beetlejuice guy or whatever he is.”

“I think he’s charming in a way.” y/n lifts her legs from the table and places them over Bucky’s, so she’s sideways and looks up at him.

“You’re charming in a way.”

“Oh sergeant, thank you.”

“Said no one, ever.” Y/n laughs and playfully hits him with one of the many decorative pillows they have placed on the couch.

“You love me, Bucky Barnes.”

Oh you have no idea. That he doesn’t say.

Thursday

8am

Knife, gun, extra ammo; yes, pretty much everything she’d need she has on her. 

“Don’t die out there, pretty lady.”

“Okay, Birdman, shut it.” y/n teases as they both walk up to where Bucky’s standing. “This mission is like a piece of cake, right Buck?” But he doesn’t answer, lost somewhere in his own thoughts, face painted in worry. “You alright?” She asks when Sam goes to check on Cap, placing her hand on his shoulder. “This is an easy task.”

“It’s not the mission I’m thinking about.” He shrugs, but there’s no time for her to answer, because Steve is already opening the quinjet door, shouting at them to prepare for jumping.

8pm

“You’ve been quiet all day. If there’s anything, no matter how small, you know you can talk to me.” They’ve been hiding in some random bushes, the apparently quick and easy mission turning into something no one expected.

“Do you like Steve?” Bucky’s face is completely serious, no teasing eyes, no toothy grin he usually has when talking about guys with her.

“Of course I like Steve.” Like a brother or a friend. “This is what’s been bothering you?” y/n laughs, because it’s funny, surely he must know she likes Steve, otherwise why would they spend so much time together.

Yes, that’s what’s been bothering me. “No, just something that I thought of right now.” He manages to smile, but it’s the fakest smile y/n has seen on him yet. “Did you ask him?”

“Yeah.” y/n scrambles to get her phone out of her suit pocket. Of course she texted Steve, asking if they can pack up and go home already as the suspect they were after has not shown up all day.

“Cool.” It’s cool she asked him if he liked her back, James thinks, it’s for the better, “What’d he say?”

Unlocking it, y/n opens up the text messages app “He said yes, we should head back to the jet.”

Looks like they might be going on a first date tonight, Bucky takes a deep breath, that’s good, right?

Friday

Whatever has been bothering Bucky all day yesterday, y/n’s glad is gone. He walks into the meeting holding two trays of coffee, passing them out to those attending.

“Good morning.” He smiles at her, after sitting down and turns his head to look at Steve, who’s standing at the end of the table, ready to start the meeting. His hair is messy and he looks peaceful, a little too peaceful, considering last night’s failed mission. y/n laughs.

“Something you can say to all of us?” She shakes her head and they both share a look which makes Steve’s cheeks turn pink.

“Nothing, Captain.” They both know y/n is mocking him and Natasha, after overhearing her scream the word over and over in the gym’s locker room; the screams clearly cause by pleasure of them going at it.

Bucky shifts in his seat uncomfortably and speaks up “I think we should start, as me and Sam don’t have all day, right Sam?” Whatever Sam’s caught in the middle of, he’s not a fan.

“Actually, I’m not that busy to-“ He’s cut off by James.

“Well, I have a date so start talking lover boy.” He says casually, his words filling the room with an awkward silence, before Steve goes over the plan for their next mission.

Saturday

“Are you sure you don’t mind if a couple of my old college friend come over today?”

Every free Saturday they like to go grocery shopping together. Bucky’s attitude is much better than it was in the meeting yesterday, which is good, except y/n keeps sourly wondering if the reason for that is the date he had.

He picks up a carton of eggs “I’m eggcited!” And places them in the cart. “Butter than ever.” Bucky says putting butter in there too. They’re at a different aisle when y/n notices him reaching for a jar of jelly.

“Don’t you dare-“

“Just don’t be jelly if they’ll give me more attention than they’ll give you.” He laughs.

“I should have never used a single pun in the grocery store around you. Hey, mango annoy someone else.” y/n laughs back, pointing at the fruit. She drags him away before he can grab the olives and say you know olive you.

There’s not much time left to set everything up when they get back, but as Bucky once called them, they’re a super duo. Y/n’s reaching for the wine glasses when the doorbell rings, and before she can make her way to the door, Bucky’s already answering. If he wasn’t into y/n so much, and if he didn’t have a girlfriend, he’d definitely go for her friends, he thinks and scolds himself right after.

“So you must the boyfriend y/n has been telling us so much about?” Wait, this is confusing.

“I’m n-“ Y/n quickly interrupts him.

“Yes! Guys, meet James, a man who is very much real, and very much my boyfriend, right?” Her hand wraps around his waist and she’s looking up at him with the act along or I’ll kill you kind of eyes. This is going to be fun.

“Yes ladies, please come in, it’s nice to meet you.” He gives them his signature smile, and as they pile into the living room, y/n pulls him aside to whisper “They can’t know I’m single.” Maybe if he wasn’t so excited about pretending to be her boyfriend, he would have heard the fact, y/n is not dating Steve.

The evening is hard to describe, because yes, the girls somewhat miss each other, however y/n can’t help, but notice the jabs they take at her for being an Avenger, and their wondering eyes at Bucky. He, on the other hand, is doing a great, too great, of a job at being her boyfriend. Anything she needs, he get up to get her, his arm tightly wrapped around her waist, before he’s pulling her onto his lap completely and to top it all, the language he’s been using is driving y/n crazy. She knows he’s enjoying this very much, but the phrases like would you like some more wine, darling? or is my baby comfortable on my lap? are affecting her more than she’d admit.

“So tell us, y/n, how did you score a man like this? I mean the constant fighting you’re doing can’t be good for that body. Does it look like a cutting board underneath the clothes?” Okay, maybe Natasha was right about them being bitches the first and the only time she met them.

“Believe me, everything is smooth and tight there.” Bucky winks, hands resting on top of her thighs; that evening he tries to say the most provocative words to keep her busy from noticing the thick bulge forming in his pants. She’s so busy at enjoying their jealous faces, it works.

Sunday

It was the most beautiful morning October in New York had to offer yet. Last night was a lot; maybe it’s time y/n reconsiders finding new friends, because to say that was exhausting is underestimating. It’s almost like y/n is on autopilot, letting her feet take her wherever they want. For better or worse, she ends up at Bucky’s favourite breakfast spot, noticing him and his girlfriend through the window. She’s mad, stuffing her things into her purse, and storming out of here, yet James is weirdly unbothered, slowly sipping his coffee; he waves his hand at her to join him when he notices y/n outside. A big plate of waffles is bound to make anyone’s morning better; they don’t talk while they eat. It’s only when the waitress refills both of their coffee mugs that y/n speaks up. “So what happened?”

“Told her this was never going to work out.”

“I’m sorry.” She’s really not. This is one of the best thing to happen all week, and besides Bucky doesn’t look sad, so it’s not bad to feel happy about it, right? He doesn’t answer her. When the waitress comes up with their check, he quickly snatches it, so y/n doesn’t have an opportunity to pay, and they both put on their jackets before leaving.

“Would you mind if we go to the Central Park for a bit? I know we have to get to the compound by 12pm, but-“

“Yes, why not, I’m sure Steve won’t get mad.” Bucky forces a smile, he won’t because you’re dating? He thinks. This is y/n he’s thinking about, so why is it so hard to just straight up ask if she’s dating Steve or not. Could it be the fact, he’s too scared to heard the words, I am? Bucky doesn’t recognise where they’re going; y/n moves through many parts of Central Park before arriving at an area he’s never seen or been in before. It’s very secluded, but how has he never been there before still blows his mind. “I love the view here.”

“Me too.” Bucky isn’t talking about the park.

“Look, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night, I should have told you, that they thought you were my boyfriend. I shouldn’t have been so scared to admit, that yes, I’m single, so what?” Wait what?

“What do you mean single?”

“Single, as in no boyfriend? Bucky, do you not know what single means?” y/n laughed. Oh, Bucky knew very well what that meant.

“So you’re not dating Steve?” He wanted to punch himself so hard at this very moment. What other parts of this has he missed, in fact, it totally wouldn’t of made sense for her to pretend Bucky was her boyfriend if she was dating Steve.

“No, I mean he is very attractive, but I don’t li-“ y/n turned her head to look at Bucky “why would you think I was dating Steve?” This was very confusing, however she couldn’t get excited just yet, so what that he thought she was dating Steve? It does not mean that’s the reason he never made a move on her; perhaps he didn’t even like her.

“The way you’re always touching, the looks you exchange. He’s practically undressing you with his eyes.”

“James, Steve is dating Natasha. Why else would she say she thought he was packing the most? Surely, she’s seen it.” They sat down on the only bench near by, y/n bringing her knee up to her chest out of nervousness. “Who do you think was the sexiest person in the room that night?” Bucky was avoiding her eyes.

“You.” Be a man James Barnes. “You’ve been the sexiest person in the room ever since we met.” He thought for a moment “That sounded better in my head, but you know what I mean.” Standing up, y/n pulls Bucky up with her; nerves always make her fidgety.

“Bucky, I like you.” He looks like he’s about to say something but y/n continues “I liked you being my fake boyfriend more than I should have.”

“To be honest, I was doing more than a fake boyfriend should have.” He chuckles. Taking his phone out of his jean pocket, Bucky dismisses Steve’s call, because whatever it is, can wait. “I like you too.” A comfortable silence falls between them, Bucky’s hands resting on y/n’s waist. In truth, the whole moment lasts about a couple seconds, but it feels like a lifetime to them both. Brushing the hair behind her ear, Bucky leans down and connects their lips together. It’s something worth waiting for; passionate, intense, and y/n cannot wait to run her hands through Bucky’s hair to bring him closer. “Perhaps next time they come visit, I’ll be your real boyfriend?” She does; lightly grabbing his hair she brings him closer.

“Perhaps you will.”

[nyctolovian]

Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mikotoba Yuujin/Sherlock Holmes | Herlock Sholmes, Mikotoba Yuujin & Sherlock Holmes | Herlock Sholmes, why isn't there a platonic tag for them.... Additional Tags: Accidental Baby Acquisition, Canonical Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Pre-Canon, Regret, Guilt, Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Y'know, just dudes accidentally being dads.

Yuujin apparently didn't have to worry about knocking the door at 1am because he didn’t even have to wait for more than 2 seconds before the door swung open to an already chattering man. Sholmes had a frown on his face as he talked animatedly, "... checked with me! It is incredibly late. There had better be a proper reason why you would require me to open the door for you at this time. What would you do had I been asleep? You most definitely have your key with you so I don't see why you couldn't just…" He trailed off as his eyes travelled downwards to the bundle in Yuujin's arms.

 A small pudgy hand stuck out from the folds of the towels. Sholmes' gaze travelled quickly from Yuujin's arms, to his face, to the large medical bag on the floor and to his hands before sighing. "Hm… I see." Wasting no time at all, he stepped aside for the exhausted Japanese man and closed the door without a single fuss.

 Yuujin supposed that was the good thing about Sholmes, you didn't need to explain too much to him. And Yuujin couldn't be more grateful for this trait of his tonight; he was in no mood for explaining anything.

 Cradling the infant, he sat down on his bed, which creaked under his weight. The baby made a noise as she gazed up at him with wide eyes. For a second, the blue in her eyes shifted to a familiar brown he hadn’t seen in ages, and Yuujin felt a pang in his chest. He tore his eyes away from the child and said, "I- Well, I believe it's, um, her meal time. Herlock, could you make something for her?"

 Sholmes followed Yuujin's gaze to the large bag he came in with. "Where did you get it from?"

 "The… The mother had it prepared at her home. And I simply… took it."

 Sholmes froze mid-bend to look at Yuujin quizzically. "But that would mean…" He caught himself and shook his head.

 Yuujin didn't know what conclusion Sholmes had drawn from that but knowing him, it was probably scarily close to the truth.

 “It pains me to admit, my friend,” Sholmes said, holding up the bottle and the bag of baby food, “but it seems even my brilliance may have its limits when it comes to the art of making infant food without instruction.”

 “Ah,” Yuujin said as he gently placed the child on the bed. “Right. Of course.” After making sure she was nicely settled, he got up with a sigh. God, how much of an old man he was behaving right now, especially when there was an eighteen-year-old around him daily as a direct comparison. He gestured for Sholmes to join him as he prepared the food, describing the process as they went along.

 As he shook the bottle, Sholmes asked, “You are teaching me all this because you intend to leave her in my care, don’t you?”

 Yuujin flinched. “I… Well…”

 To be asked so directly… but that always was the way with Sholmes, was it not?

 After taking in a deep breath, Yuujin admitted, “Truthfully, yes. I presume that Jigoku and I might be deported soon and I can’t take this child with me… I am supposed to only care for her temporarily but…” Yuujin had no idea what Genshin had meant. What on earth did he mean when he said, ‘if something should happen to me’? None of it made sense… God, his head hurt.

 He shook his head, trying to clear it, trying to focus. “Hopefully, it will not come to it but I have to prepare for the worst. I can’t put this child’s future on vague hopes.”

 Sholmes looked back at the infant lying on the mattress and Yuujin recognised the flicker of apprehension in his eyes. His heart squeezed with guilt.

 “I’m sorry. This is a lot to ask of you. You’re the first person I thought of but I know I… I am being incredibly selfish." He shook his head. "Please do forget it, Sholmes. I shall look for alternatives. You needn't worry yourself with this."

 Before Yuujin could say another word, however, the child on the bed began to wail. He snapped into action, rushing to the child. Gently, he cradled her again and rocked her. “Are you hungry? Don’t worry. We have food,” he cooed. He gestured for the bottle and Sholmes handed it to him.

 Carefully, he cocked the bottle to the infant and pressed the nipple to her lips. The crying slowed quickly and the child began to suck at the nipple. She was suckling with such ferocity that Yuujin couldn’t help but laugh at the adorable little face she was making. This baby girl was going to grow up strong, he could already tell.

 He thought of the baby—ah, no… she must be 6 years old by now; no longer the baby he had left in Japan… Thinking about it made him so very tired and guilty. That made it a total of two children.

 Two children whose mothers he could only watch lose their lives to childbirth, unable to do anything as he cried for hours after. Two children who would grow up without fathers because one was killed by the Professor, and the other spent every day on the brink of complete and utter resignation before he was whisked away to a foreign land. Two children he was leaving in the care of others again, because he was incapable. Two children who were supposed to be his responsibility, placed under his care, yet he had abandoned—was going to abandon—them.

 What a useless man he was. He failed at being a caretaker of these children. He was meant to be a father but now it felt like a title he didn't deserve—

 “Can I try?” Sholmes broke Yuujin's train of thought, voice quieter than usual.

 “Ah, of course.” Yuujin shuffled closer to Sholmes, who took the bottle. The infant’s eyes widened and her lips trembled as the nipple slipped out of her mouth for a second. But Sholmes returned the bottle to the infant, who resumed her suckling with what seemed almost like increased fervour.

 “Do not worry,” Sholmes said. “I’m not taking it away from you. You need not react with such sadness and worry!”

 “She’s just an infant,” Yuujin chided lightly. “She wouldn’t know otherwise.”

 “That's right…” Sholmes said. “Your experience of the world is not even 24 hours! There is very much for you to learn, isn't there?”

 Yuujin nodded, but his chest was welling up with worry. Not even 24 hours in the world and, already, her life was looking so… bleak. What on earth was Genshin even going to do?

 No, Yuujin would wait. Genshin looked like he had a plan. Surely, he was needlessly worrying.

 But the next day, Yuujin heard nothing about Genshin other than the news that he had been executed. So he waited for whatever arrangements Genshin might have gotten to pull through. But days stretched to weeks before, as Yuujin had predicted, the exchange was called off officially and all Japanese students were to be deported. And Yuujin was certain that there was no more hope left.

 "It's a bit sad that you still haven't got a name, isn't it?" Sholmes said, lifting the baby up. "After all this while."

 The baby let out a joyful noise.

 "Actually… I've been calling her little Iris for a while. I-In my head," Yuujin admitted. It hadn't felt right for the baby to be completely nameless. But it hadn't felt right to actually name her either.

 "Little Iris?"

 "Yes, Iris. Um… named after my… wife, Ayame. But in English," Yuujin said sheepishly. It felt silly now, but two weeks ago, as he held the child and whispered to her gently, he wondered if giving the baby the name of his dead wife might mean she'd be watching over her too. Perhaps she'd protect the child from any more tragedy and harm. Like some sort of protection charm.

 Yuujin hoped it wasn’t too selfish, asking his wife to watch over two children like this.

 "Iris…" Sholmes repeated. He turned to the child with a smile. "Your Papa has given you a good name, hasn't he?"

 Yuujin felt his ears grow hot.

 "I'm not her Papa, Sholmes," Yuujin said in a mix of exasperation and fondness, shaking his head. "I thought that much was obvious."

 “You worry so much over her, you’re practically her Papa. Don’t pretend like you don’t peer into her cot almost every hour just to smile at her,” Sholmes said.

 Yuujin sputtered in mortification, but he had no leg to stand on in this argument.

 "Besides, as far as I'm concerned, we're Iris' fathers now," he said. "I'll be taking care of her from now on after all."

 Jaw dropping, Yuujin stuttered, "You'll be… what? No, there's no need to do that. I'll search for someone else before I leave. You don't need to do this."

 "It's quite alright, my friend!" Sholmes said. "I, the great detective, am clearly a natural at many things including taking care of infants. You can leave Iris in my very attentive and gentle care!"

 "But that is simply too much to ask of you.” Yuujin’s heart felt heavy, dripping with guilt and distress. “I’ll try—"

 "Nonsense!" Sholmes huffed. "Nothing is too much to ask of me. While I was frankly quite worried at first, time has proven that I have quite a knack for taking care of children. It will be fine."

 "No, it's not right to burden you with this. I shall look for alternatives—"

 "Surely, you won't be so cruel as to separate us!" Sholmes interrupted. "We get on so well after all. Like a house on fire, wouldn't you agree?" He lifted Iris to eye-level, and she gurgled excitedly.

 Yuujin pursed his lips. He sure hoped this was just one of those strange English turn of phrases, rather than something literal. He had been the unfortunate witness to how "on fire" Sholmes could turn a house before.

 Noticing the worry still etched upon Yuujin's face, Sholmes said in a more sombre tone, "Truthfully, that night, I was honoured to be the first person you've consulted about this. It spoke volumes of the faith you have in me. And now, I truly do wish to care for Iris… A part of me also thinks that it would be rather nice if… when you come back, you could come home to me and Iris both. And I know how much you’d worry about her back in Japan." He smiled softly at Yuujin. "What do you say, my dear partner?"

 “I…” Yuujin gazed at Iris, his eyes burning with the threat of tears again. “Thank you so much, Sholmes."

[theyneedtobangstahp]

Stray kids reaction to you falling asleep on them

First reaction and request !!! 

Requested by @taeyongsweave​ :> 

Genre:Fluff !

I got the gifs from pinterest so credits to the owners !! I kinda didn’t proofread ? I’m sorry if there spelling errors :< 

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` C H A N ▪

Staying up until 3 am to finish homework while having a date the next morning with Chan was a bad idea. You wanted to finish the homework as soon as possible so you won't be stressing out while on the said date with Chan, so you pulled an all nighter just to finish it. What are you doing for a date? Oh you know just gonna watch the sunrise on the beach, and running on at least an hour of sleep before you two go was kind of a bad idea. You tried staying awake during the car ride there, listening to upbeat music, ordering coffee, and talking to Chan about everything so you won't get sleepy. But that 1 hour of sleep was really taking its toll on you.

"Baby? Are you okay? Are you sure you don't want to take a nap? We still have like 50 mins until we reach the beach, you can get some shut eye while we're still far." He says while gently squeezing your thighs.

"No, its fine. I wanna stay awake so you have company baby." You say as you take a sip of your coffee. "Okay baby if you insist. But when you really can't help it just sleep okay? I'll wake you up when we get there."

50 minutes went by and you guys arrive at the beach, not a lot of people are there to watch the sunrise so it was great for you both. Chan puts the blanket on the ground and you both sit together. You put your head on his shoulder and get comfortable while he rests his hand on your waist, drawing patterns absentmindedly while you both were staring into the ocean. "It's really peaceful here." You state as you hear the ocean waves and birds chirping. "Yeah, especially when you're here." He says while kissing the top of your head. You smile at this and you both enjoy the comfortable silence while waiting for the sunrise.

Minutes passed and Chan could see a little bit of orange peeking out from the horizon. "Babe look." He states while stealing a glance at you. But he notices your eyes closed and your soft breathing prominent against your chest. He chuckles at this, he told you to sleep while you guys were in the car, and yet you didn't listen. But Chan loved you very much so he decided not to wake you up, instead, he pulled you closer to him, kissed the top of your head and made sure you were comfortable, took out his phone to remember the moment and made it his lockscreen. All while thinking how you were so cute while you were sleeping and having the yellows and oranges of light paint your face, did he truly thank you for choosing him and not someone else. Chan truly loved you with all of his heart.

` M I N H O ▪

After a long day of school, all you wanted to do when you got home was crash on your bed and sleep the whole weekend. That was the plan. So when you got home, you didn’t expect Minho on the couch (which he kinda made into a fort that looks really comfy) with pizza on the table with your favorite drink and a movie ready to be played. 

“You’re home!” He says while standing up and hugging you, his (now yours also) 3 cats also welcoming you home. You hug him back and nuzzle your face in his neck. “I’m so tired.” 

“I know baby, thats why I made this. Now go upstairs and change into your pajamas, we’re gonna relax all weekend, we deserved it.” He pecks your lips and gently pushes you into your room to change. 5 minutes later and you guys are cuddled up on the fort he made, with Soon-ie, Doong-ie, and Dori also snuggled up next to you guys. You put you head on Minho’s chest and he starts patting your head. Both of you watch the movie, but halfway through it you feel your eyelids drooping and you really wanted to fight it because times like this with Minho were kinda rare because of both your busy schedules. But you can’t help it, everything was just so relaxing and comfortable, and before you knew it you were asleep. Minho kinda didn’t notice at first because he was so immersed in the film but when he asked you a question and didn’t get an answer he glanced at you and noticed you were fast asleep. He just kinda looks at you, not in a weird way, in a wow-I-really-love-you-and-I-kinda-maybe-wanna-spend-my-life-with-you kinda look. You just looked so adorable and soft, and his heart was melting more when Dori cuddled up to you from behind. He can get used to this, days where you guys were just relaxing with the cats, like a family. 

` C H A N G B I N ▪

Changbin and you were only on the first stages of your relationship. You guys haven’t even had your first kiss yet. You both were just really shy because you liked each other so much, and God forbid if he saw you sleeping. Nope, you weren’t letting him see you sleep. It’s cause you had this habit of opening your mouth when you sleep, and for you it was not flattering, especially when you drool, for you it was your least favorite part about your sleeping habits. Why can’t everyone just sleep cutely? Like the ones in the movies. So when Changbin invited you over to the dorms and you stayed there until 1am, he insisted you stayed the night. 

“No, It’s fine Binnie, I can walk myself home, it’s not that far.” 

“What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I let my baby walk alone at this time of night? Come on babe just stay, please?” He says while giving you a cute pout. Who can resist his pout? No one. “Okay fine, but I need to borrow some clothes, I didn’t pack any. Also no funny business okay.” 

“I promise. I respect you so much that no funny business will happen without your consent, okay ?” He leads you to his room, which he shares with the other boys, kinda uncomfortable because a handful of the boys will see your sleeping face, but you can just sleep facing the wall and hope that you won’t move as much through the night. You change into changbins sweats and tshirt, which was really big on you but he insisted that it looked just fine. Okay now you guys were kinda facing the ceiling, yes, both of you were. As I said you both were on your first months of dating so cuddling or even sharing a bed was very new to the both of you guys.

“Uhm.. Are you comfortable?” He asks. “Kinda? I think I’m gonna sleep on my side so I can get comfortable. Goodnight Binnie.” You say and kiss his cheek, turning to your left side.

“Oof, Changbin won’t get cuddles tonight, I owe Seungmin money now.” Minho states as he looks over at both of you. “Shut it.” Changbin says giving Minho a glare. Minho puts his hands up and faces the other side. You chuckle at this and internally apologize to Changbin. 

Next morning rolls by and Changbin can’t feel his left arm. He was confused as to why, but when he saw you next to him and hugging his torso, while your mouth was open, looking like a literal angel to Changbin, he didn’t mind too much. He lets you sleep a few more minutes, just admiring your beauty and being thankful that he convinced you to stay the night. 

“Awww, why you gotta cuddle? Now I owe Minho hyung money.” Seungmin says as he peeks inside the room. “Quiet, Y/N is still sleeping.” Seungmin glances at you and laughs a little. “Are you sure she’s asleep? Kinda looks a little dead to me.” Changbin Chucks a pillow at his face which makes him leave the room. “Don’t listen to him baby, you look really cute right now while you’re sleeping.” He says while moving away stray hairs that was covering your face. As if you could hear him, you smile while you were sleeping and Changbin could feel his heart beat ten times faster because of you.

` H Y U N J I N ▪

Sitting on the dance studio's couch at 1 am wearing Hyunjins oversized sweater and shorts was not what you expected your friday night would be. Hyunjin called you over at midnight asking you to come and keep him company while he practiced the new choreo that was taught. You being crazy, agreed and went to where he was.

An hour passed of him doing the same move, you got worried. You knew that when Hyunjin over exerted himself he would get sick. And you didn't want him sick. He was extra clingy ang whiny when he got sick. Not that you minded, it was just you didn't get to finish anything when he was sick cause he will trap you in his arms the whole day.

"Hyunjin I think you should rest. You've been doing that move for over an hour. You're going to get sick if you don't rest and drink water." You say while already holding his bottle of water. He looks at you and sees just how small you looked wearing his sweater. He can't just say no when it comes to you.

"Okay-" He stops the music and walks over to you. "-just for 15 minutes though. I really need to get this one right." He sits next to you and gets the water bottle that you were handing to him. Giving you a peck on the cheek as a thank you. You rest your head back and close your eyes.

"Wake me up in 15 minutes okay? If I hear the music playing again or hear your sneakers I will drag you out of here and take you home." You say to him.

"Ooh, my baby is feisty tonight." He jokingly says. "Okay y/n I'll wake you up in 15 minutes. But I think you'll get a stiff neck if you sleep like that. Why don't you put your head on my lap? So that you're comfortable and it ensures that I stay here?"

"Nice thinking babe." You say as you put your head on his lap. He pats your head to help you fall asleep faster. "Oh when we get home you need to shower right away okay? We can't risk you getting sick." You say and shiver a little because of your exposed legs.

Hyunjin notices this and reaches inside his bag. Pulling out a jacket, he unzips it and puts it on your legs.

"Okay baby, will do." He continues patting your head, and soon enough he can hear your light snores and the subtle twitching of your fingers. Small habits that you have when you sleep. You looked so cute like this. Although Hyunjin was kind of sorry because he asked you to go to the studio at midnight.

"I can't believe you went here wearing shorts. What if some creep saw you? I won't be there to protect you." He frowns at this. "I'm sorry Y/N. Next time I'll just go home and cuddle you where you can sleep comfortably." He admires you for a couple of minutes, not realizing that his head was slowly leaning back and his eyes closing. The day of dancing was finally gaining up to him. Next thing you guys knew, it was already morning and Hyunjin was was hot to the touch.

"You didn't get to shower! Now you're sick!" You say to him.

"Hehe, I'm sorry baby." He says innocently smiling at you.

`J I S U N G ▪

Jisung was on the bed on his phone, playing with the other boys. While you on the other hand was drowning yourself in homework for the past 2 hours. Jisung actually came home 30 minutes ago and kissed your cheek then played on his phone. He knew not to disturb you so much when you were doing your homework because when you got motivated to do your work, you don’t take a break, because if you take a break, you will procrastinate the whole day so you just hope to finish your work before 5pm so you have time to cuddle your boyfriend. 30 minutes later you close your book very loudly and practically throw yourself on Jisung who was still playing on his phone.

“Boyfriend I now acquire attention.” You say as you cuddle his chest with his arms around you so he can still continue playing the racing game.  “Wait baby one more round with the boys and I’m all yours.” minutes passed and you felt your eyelids get heavy. All the hours of being slouched on your desk answering the homework really got to you. You snuggle closer to Jisung, your face squeezed on the crook of his neck. You give him a peck there before closing your eyes.

Jisung closes his phone and puts it on the bedside table. He bear hugs you and kisses your crown. “Should I wake you up? Nah you look cute right now, I can’t wake you up now.” He says in a baby voice to your sleeping form. “I can like scream right now and wake you up? A fun way to wake someone up, don’t you think baby?” Jisung was a weirdo. He moved you a little so he can entangle your legs together. He puts the blanket up to your chin to ensure that you won’t get cold and hugs you closer. 

“I can’t do that to you baby. You look so cute when you sleep I can’t possibly ruin it by screaming into your ears. I love you so much sweet dreams sweetheart.” He says as he places a last kiss on your head and drifts of to sleep with you.  

` F E L I X ▪

Being bestfriends with Felix was very tiring, in a good way. He was always hyper and a living meme. Everytime you were with him was like being with a 6 year old with a sugar rush all day. But thats why you loved him. Yep, you loved him, you don’t know when it started, maybe it was when he brought you to your favorite cafe when you got a bad score to cheer you up, or when he smiles at you and waves when he sees you in the distance, or maybe when he does this dance when he wins a game and he sometimes asks you to join him dance. Maybe it was all of it. So when Felix texted you that he was coming over you started preparing when he was gonna come to your house. Preparing by putting on lip tint and washing your face to look a tad bit presentable. 

“Woah, are you wearing lip tint? You never wear lip tint at home though?” He asks as he takes off his shoes by the door. “I was having a little selfie session before you came?” You said, well by the way you said it, it kinda sounded like a question. “Really? Send them to me, I need a new homescreen.” You stop at this. “I’m your homescreen?” 

“Well, yeah, who else would be my homescreen? I saw your phone, and I was your homescreen so it’s normal right?” Ouch yeah, it is normal, you both were bestfriends for so long that this was normal for you guys. “I mean, sure, I’ll send them to you.” 

You both go to your room and he jumps on your bed. “So what do wanna do?” He asks. “Weren’t you the one that invited yourself? I thought you had a plan?” He shrugs at this. “I’m just winging everything at this point Y/N, mostly with maths, yeah that one, I’m really winging that one.” You laugh at this. “Want me to teach you?”

“Aren’t you also kinda failing math?” “Look lets just watch a tutorial or something so we both learn.” You say as you get your laptop and put it at the end of the bed. “But thats boring, I came here to spend time with you, not learn.” You pass him your notes and put your head on his lap. “Look, I’m not failing math, I’m good at it, average at best, but you. All I can say is you need this more than I do Lix. So just watch one episode and I’ll just be here monitoring your work.” You say as you pick a lesson that you previously had at school. “And why is your head is on my lap?” He asks. “Cause it’s comfy, now go and learn!” You say as you play the video. Felix seems to be immersed and learning things cause he was writing stuff on your notes and answering the questions the video asks. Kinda boring now because you didn’t expect Felix to actually answer them. So you decide to take a nap while he was preoccupied. 

“Hey if x is equal to 82 then the answer would be-” He glances at you and sees that you were asleep. He stops the video and puts the notebook down. “What are you doing to me Y/N?” He asks himself in particular. Felix had this crush on you, and he definitely knows when it started. He didn’t really know if you also had feelings for him, he doesn’t wanna do something that can make things awkward so he just keeps his mouth shut. But while you were looking so cute sleeping on his lap, he just can’t help but take a picture. So he does, he takes a picture of the mirror on  the front of your bed and puts a hand on your head. “Cute” He says as he makes it his lockscreen photo, saving the homescreen for the selfies you were gonna send him later. Maybe one day he’ll confess, but while he doesn’t have the courage yet, he’ll just admire you from the sides.  

` S E U N G M I N ▪

You and Seungmin woke up extra early today because he invited you over for a beach day with the boys. When you guys arrived, they were all ready to jump in the water, but you being the mom in your friend group stopped them.

"Guys! You haven't put on sunscreen yet!" You say as you wave the sunscreen up. They all stop halfway through and runs back to you. You laugh at them of how cute they look right now. Once they were done they bolted back into the water.

The boys left you with Seungmin. "I'll help you set up babe." He says while grabbing an umbrella from you.

"No! I'll set up while you-" You take the umbrella from his hands. "-have fun with the boys. This is rare that you guys get to have a rest day, and let alone do it on the beach. So you leave this to me and you go have fun with the boys." You say while pushing him near the ocean.

"But-"

"No buts! Now go have fun!" You turn away from him covering your ears to show that whatever he says will not make you change your mind. He smiles at you, even though you weren't looking at him, then runs over to where the boys were, joining in on the fun.

The day consisted of you taking care of the boys. Making sure everyone ate well and applied sunscreen again before going in the water. After lunch, Seungmin came up to you, all wet because of the ocean.

"Come on Y/N join us!" He says while trying to get you up from your sitting position on the blanket.

"I'll stay here Seung. No one will look after our belongings if I join you guys so I'll just stay." You say trying to convince him.

"Chan is gonna rest for a while, he can watch our things while he rests and you can join us. Come on we haven't even taken photos yet." He says pouting at you. How can you resist the pout? You agree and he takes your hand in his and runs to the water.

You guys have fun splashing around all day. When it was time to leave, everyone was exhausted. The drive home was silent, apart from the calm music that was playing on the speakers. You and Seungmin were at the back, your head on his shoulders and his head leaning on yours.

"Thanks for inviting me Seung, I had a really fun day." You say while closing your eyes. The tiring day taking its toll on you.

"I'm glad you had fun babe. But all you did was look after us. I really appreciate that babe, but I feel bad that you only got to enjoy the beach for a few hours. You set up everything and even grilled for us! I'm really thank-" He stops mid sentence cause he notices how your head was hanging lower and lower from the bumps that you guys were passing by. He holds your head and sighs. You probably were very tired from all the things you did the whole day. 

He felt guilty, but when he looked at the photos you guys took, he saw how your eyes were sparkling while splashing him with water, and how your smile was so big when you guys managed to bury Chan in the sand. He smiles and holds your hand, whispering something to you even though he knows you can’t hear him.

"I love you very much."

` J E O N G I N ▪

Jeonginie, sweet baby uwu. 

So you and Jeongin were really good friends. Both of you became close because some of your friends were friends with his friends. So you guys kinda had this big ass group that did everything together. Hence the weekly movie night at one of your friends place. You guys squeezed next to each other, feeling awkward cause you both weren’t used to being this close. Everyone was immersed in the film, except Jeongin. The poor boy couldn’t think straight with how close you were to each other. The only thing running through his head was “Oh my God, oh my God, can they feel my heart beating so fast? Am I too tense? What if they think I’m weird that I’m just sitting here? Of course you’re just gonna sit Jeongin you’re watching a movie.” He continues to have thoughts like this running through his head, not thinking about the facial expressions he was showing. 

“Are you okay Innie?” What were you doing to him? When you said his nickname he felt like his heart was gonna combust. “O-oh? Y-yeah I’m good.” He says while sitting straighter than before. “If you say so.” You say and face the tv. You subconsciously put your head on his shoulder and I kid you not, he almost malfunctions. He was so red and he was shifting so much that you thought he wasn’t comfortable, so you took your head off of his shoulder. “Sorry I made you uncomfortable.” 

“No it’s nothing like that y/n. It’s just.. Look it’s fine if you do it I don’t mind.” He awkwardly reaches for your head and puts it on his shoulder. You get comfortable and Jeongin is still kinda tense but you don’t mind. 10 minutes later he feels your head was slowly slipping from his shoulder, he gently holds your head and adjust his seat so your head can comfortably rest on his shoulder while you were sleeping. 

He looks around to see if any of your friends notice what was going on and breathes out when he sees that everyone was still watching and paying no mind to both of you. He gently caresses your hair and appreciates how peaceful you look right now. Damn, he was whipped for you and for you only. He doesn’t notice it, but he eventually falls asleep too. You both wake up when hushed whispers and the sound of clicking is heard around you. Not to mention a flash that was so strong it almost blinded you by how close it was to your face. 

“Jisung! We told you to take the flash off!” You hear one of your friends whisper. “I’m sorry I thought I had it off!” Jisung says. You open your eyes and the sight that greets you is your friends and their phones close to your face. 

“What are you guys doing?” You say as you rub your eyes. “You and Jeongin just looked so cute while sleeping we needed to take pictures.” She shoves her phone to your face and you have to admit, you guys do look cute together. 

[julieloveupstead]

We're good. I just..., baby I'm just worried about you because I love you so much - (Upstead 08x14)

Description : A show of love, support and understanding. I love them.

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Hailey sat on the couch, she was alone, the only sound coming from the TV. She waited for Jay who had gone to his place to get some clothes, by this time Hailey had cooled down and all the adrenaline that had been pulling at her all day was now subsiding. She felt bad about what she had done today, admittedly not a big deal but still. Again, she allowed her Sergeant's words to gaslight her doubts about her professional skills. She couldn't understand why Voight's opinions meant so much to her. It was the same thing last year, Hailey had done everything she could to make herself look like her boss, she'd gone to New York because of him, and it had taught her that she couldn't follow in Voight's footsteps because it would end badly. For so many years, she'd had evidence in front of her that fraternizing with the Sergeant didn't lead to anything good. Jay had warned her today, too, but she was in such a funk that nothing was getting through to her, and Jay was feeling the effects of that the most. He'd already lost one partner and he'd almost lost her. Hailey looked at her phone checking the time, it was almost 1am and Jay should have been at her place long ago. Maybe he changed his mind and stayed at his place because he didn't want to see her anymore tonight? All in all she wouldn't be surprised, she could barely stand herself. Today was the first time she had seen how much she had disappointed and pissed off her boyfriend. He was normally so calm, composed, not expressing his emotions much and trying not to show them too much in public, and the fact that he was showing anger at the scene meant that he was really angry. And that made her feel even worse about what had happened.

Hailey, tired after everything that had happened in the last few hours, must have fallen asleep because she was awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. Drowsy, she answered it without looking at the name of the sender

- "Upton"

- "Hailey, you finally answered. I thought something was wrong." - on the other side of the phone she heard Jay's worried voice. She quickly wiped her face with her hand to rouse herself and sat up straight.

- "Sorry, I just fell asleep." - She explained apologetically.

- "It's okay. Honey would you open the door for us?' - she heard an amused voice on the other side.

- "Yes I'm coming." - Hailey was amused by the whole situation. She had never fallen asleep so soundly to not hear someone knocking on her door, not while she was waiting for Jay. She must have really been exhausted.

- I'm sorry, I don't know how I didn't hear you knocking," she apologized again to her boyfriend, who only smiled.

- Nothing's wrong Hailey. The important thing is that you are okay - he said and hugged her tightly. At first she was surprised that after everything she had done today Jay was worried about her and that he was acting as if she hadn't upset him, but after a few seconds she gave in and snuggled into the safe arms of her man. She breathed in feeling the anxiety that gripped her after today's event, that Jay wouldn't want to see her or talk to her.

- Actually, I didn't expect you to come," she said truthfully pulling away from the brunet.

- Why, did you think that? - he asked, surprised by his girlfriend's statement.

- I don't know, but after everything I did today, I thought you were sick of me. - Hailey didn't expect that saying those words would hurt so much, but her honor didn't allow her to show how much. So she turned away from Jay and went to the kitchen to pour Whisky into the glasses she had prepared earlier.

- Hailey, you did what you did to get the person responsible for that boy's death," he said as he sat down on the couch and took the glass from Hailey. - I didn't like the fact that we went into that house without a warrant and I have to admit that I don't fully understand what was really driving you and the fact that I was angry, but that doesn't mean that I could get enough of you - he looked deep into his girlfriend's eyes. It broke his heart to hear Hailey talk about herself. - Come here to me Sunny - he grabbed his girlfriend's hand and pulled her close so she could sit on his lap.

- I'm sorry I gave you reason to think that - Jay looked guiltily at Hailey, who looked sad and lost. His heart was breaking at the sight. He kissed Hailey on the top of her head and hugged her tightly to him, and the blonde cuddled right back in.

- If anyone should apologize, it's me. I... I panicked. Again. I didn't want Voight to doubt my investigative skills. I felt like I had to prove to everyone again that I wasn't here by accident, that...

- That our relationship has nothing to do with your decisions," he finished for Hailey when she couldn't find the right words.

- Exactly. - she admitted quietly. - I hate feeling like I'm losing control of something. In order to survive the situation at home I had to follow certain rules and I owe it to myself to be alive and well, but as you know there are certain things, words that ruin my order and then I panic and do things like today.

- Hailey, look at me," he asked quietly. Every time he hears about what she had to go through his heart breaks. He wished he had known Hailey at that moment to make peace with her father and with every other man who had brought even one tear to her pretty face. It pained him to see his beloved like that and he felt powerless. He wanted so much that after the hell she had been through all these years now she would have only good things on her way. He wanted her to be happy because of him, but he didn't know how to ease the pain and trauma after all these years. And maybe that was the reason that pissed him off the most, because he could see that something was wrong with Hailey, that she was pulling away, and he didn't know how to remedy it. He had promised her a few weeks ago that he would help her, that he would figure something out, and what? He let her down. He let down the most important person in his entire world. - I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at Voight for making you stop believing in yourself and that you were a really great cop, even the FBI wanted you there, and it wasn't because of Hank, it was because of you and your skills. - He saw Hailey preparing to deny his words, but he continued. He had to make his girlfriend believe in herself again. - I've seen for a while now the effect what Voight says has on you and I don't like that he's using it the way he did today. He's manipulating you Hailey and I'm afraid that some tragedy is going to come out of this. I already lost you once, Hailey, and I don't want to go through what I went through without you again. I'm not gonna let Voight mess with your head. You are the most wonderful, wonderful and smartest person I know and you must never forget that. - Saying this, I saw tears appear in her eyes and immediately wiped them from her cheeks.

- So you're not mad at me and you don't want to break up with me and you're not sick of me? - she asked the question in a low, uncertain voice. Jay was hurt by how insecure she felt and how Hailey didn't believe anyone could love her. He promised himself that he would prove to her how much he loved her every day, every hour, every second of their life together, and he would never stop doing it. And he vows that as soon as he meets someone who has done her wrong he will kill them with his bare hands.

- Angry at you? I've never been mad at you and I never will be. You're too sweet for me to do that. And it never, ever crossed my mind for a second that I would get fed up with you and be the last idiot to want to break up with the love of my life. - He said in a calm, warm voice and with a small smile. Hailey could barely hold back her tears, and Jay was almost crying too. He couldn't help but feel each of Hailey's tears as his own. He can't stand to see his beloved cry, it always breaks his heart.

- So everything is okay with me? - she asked, still not believing her boyfriend's words. Jay grabbed Hailey's cheeks with his thumbs in circles and looked intently into her beautiful ocean blue eyes. He hoped that in his eyes Hailey would see that everything he said was what he felt, which was truth and true pure love.

- We're good. We're gonna be good always, until the end of our days. Honey I'm just terribly worried about you and this anger was caused by that. I was mad at myself for not being able to help you, and that's all it was, not that I was mad at you, okay? - Hailey must have finally believed me because I saw a slight smile appear on her face and the uncertainty in her eyes disappear.

- Jay you don't even realize how much you're helping me. Just the fact that you are with me and all my troubles, bad thoughts or panic disappear. - She shifted her position on his lap so that her whole body was facing him. She placed her hands on his cheeks and continued talking. Jay felt more drops of liquid slowly appear in his eyes. How much he loves her cannot be spoken. - You always say and even your brother told me yesterday that I saved you from death, and the truth is that you saved me and showed me that I deserve love, to love is not to hurt, and you taught me that love gives me wings, gives me a meaning to life. You give me the meaning of life, Jay - Jay couldn't stand it and joined his lips to Hailey's. It was just a brief kiss conveying how much he loved her. He rested his forehead on his girlfriend's forehead and closed his eyes enjoying her presence.

- You know I love you so much Angel - he opened his eyes to let his words reach this beautiful blonde girl, Hailey started to blush and Jay loved that he was the reason for it. - I love you Hailey Anne Upton and I will never stop. Angel you are the best thing that ever happened to me.

- Will you live with me? - He had not expected to hear that from his girlfriend. Hailey herself was surprised by her statement. It was a big step for her and especially for their relationship. She bit her lip, not sure if she had been hasty in her proposal.

- Do you want me to live here? - Jay made sure he heard right, Hailey confirmed eagerly with a nod, to which Jay laughed affectionately. - 'I was going to secretly bring my stuff anyway, but now I don't have to hide and I can bring a box of posters of my favorite superheroes that is always the style of my car,' Hailey laughed.

- Bear, where do you want to hang those Ninja Turtles of yours? - The sound of her laugh is the most beautiful he's ever heard and his heart beats even harder.

- In the bedroom? - he suggested, pretending to have a serious tone of voice, but by the look on Hailey's face he was sure she saw right through him.

- Not an option - she laughed even louder tilting her head back, Jay admired his girlfriend.

- You're beautiful Angel - he grabbed Hailey's hand, who blushed again. This is definitely one of the most favorite things.

- I love you Jay - this time she kissed Jay and then hugged him tightly.

Hailey realizes that she has a long and hard road ahead of her, but she knows that she can do anything with Jay by her side.

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Doodlewash April 2021 prompt 29: Party

Set in @itsmoonphobic’s Summer Vacation Au

If anyone wants to be part of a taglist of this Summer Vacation AU, feel free to message me/send an ask.

Taglist: @causeimfabulous @sleepysnails

Thank you Escargot for giving me a kickstart to this prompt.

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Tubbo sat in his bed playing piano tiles when the tin can in his room started dinging. Tubbo groaned and got up. He pulled the cord from his side of the window.

“Good morning!”

Tubbo looked at his phone. “It’s 12:01am Tommy.”

“Tomorrow starts at midnight my friend.”

“What you do want Tommy?”

“It’s Purpled’s birthday today.”

Tubbo blinked. “It’s what?”

“Purpled’s birthday.”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes it is.”

“His birthday is in like. Many months.”

“Tubbo. It’s Purpled’s Birthday.”

“Tommy. It’s not.”

“Tubbo we are going to throw Purpled a surprise party.”

“Tommy he would not enjoy that even if it was on his birthday.”

“Tubbo that’s why we do it today.”

“So we don’t ruin his birthday?”

“Yes. We let him to what he wants to do on his birthday.”

“But because we want to throw a party for him to do it today?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s get his older friends,” Tubbo suggested.

“Ranboo first, then we meet up at the Moo-Pop Café.”

“His shift is at 1 tomorrow right?”

“Today. Tomorrow starts at midnight Tubbo.”

“Right sorry.” Tubbo paused. “We go get Ranboo?”

“Meet you outside.”

- - -

“Tap tap taping on the glass.”

The window abruptly opened, showing Tubbo a disgruntled Ranboo. “What?”

“Good morning!”

“You are too perky for this.”

“Guess what we’re doing today!”

“Dragging Purpled down with me,” Ranboo muttered. “Forcing chickens to cross the road,” he guessed, “burning down a building?”

“No, no, and no.”

Ranboo peered at Tubbo. “What do you mean ‘no, no, and no?’ I only guessed two things.”

Tubbo smiled widely. “Purpled.”

“What do you mean Purpled?” Ranboo looked out his window to see Tommy lying in the grass. “You mean we aren’t going to harass Purpled? You mean I’m alone with you two at 12:18 in the middle of the night?”

“No.”

“Tubbo.” He looked back to the boy on his roof. “You know I love you guys but please.”

“We’re harassing Purpled. Don’t worry.”

Ranboo was not comforted.

“Come on get up. We’ll meet you outside.”

“Tubbo.”

“Come on Ranboo, it’ll be fine.”

“Tubbo!”

He jumped down into Ranboo’s yard. “Come on Big Man! We gotta start soon!”

Ranboo came stumbling out of his house. He put on his jacket as he walked to his friend. “What are we doing then?”

“Throwing a surprise party for Purpled.”

Ranboo gave Tommy a look. “Purpled’s birthday is in October.”

“I know.”

He just shook his head. “Great. What’s first?”

“Bothering all of Purpled’s friends for help. We want a good proper party.”

Ranboo dropped his head in his hands. “Seriously? Where is this party happening?”

“Sammy Green has the morning shift at the Moo-Pop Café. He should have the keys.”

“Oh no. What about the owner? Does he care?”

“Scar. You’re asking if Scar cares about throwing a surprise birthday party.”

Ranboo finger guns at Tubbo. “Right. Stupid question.”

Tommy procured two sticky notes from his pocket and, with an unnecessary flourish, gave one to each of his friends.

“Here are the addresses of Purpled’s other friends.”

“Oh.”

“That’s nice.”

“How did you even get these,” Ranboo asked.

Tommy smiled much the same way Tubbo had earlier. “Would you believe me if I said I went through the phone book?”

“No.” Ranboo looked down at his list: TapL, Wallibear, Rachxo. “But I’m going to pretend I do for my own sanity.”

“Good.”

“Well, I’m off to wake up Hannah, Astelic, and David.” Tubbo did a half-bow. “I’ll meet you boys at the Moo-Pop Café.”

“Later Tubzo!” And with that Tommy was off.

“And I didn’t even get a goodbye.” Ranboo turned to where Tubbo was just at his left. “Ah. Well. Time to wake people up for TommyInnit at 1 in the morning. Great.”

- - -

“Sammy. Sammy. Sammy.”

Sammy batted an arm at Tommy. “If I ignore you for long enough will you leave?”

“Nope.”

Sammy groaned and rolled over in his bed. “How did you get in here?”

“Spare key under the doormat.”

“That’s nice.” Sammy sat up and rubbed his eyes. “This what you do to Purp?”

“Yep.”

“Why me?” Sammy asked. “Is Purp even here?”

“Nope. I need your key to the Moo-Pop Café.”

Sammy stared at Tommy, unlike his regular friend group he doesn’t know to not ask questions. “Why?”

“Because I need it.”

“You’re already in my house. Did you need to wake me up?” Sammy looked at the electric clock on his side table. “At 1am? Seriously? Couldn’t you have just stolen it?”

“Pretty sure there’s an alarm code that I need. Also, someone has to work.”

Sammy flopped back down into bed. “No.”

“It’s for Purpled’s surprise birthday party.”

“It’s not his birthday.”

“Should I come back then?”

Sammy shot out of bed. “Nope. Bad idea. Get out of my house I’ll be down in a minute.”

“You have five!” Tommy slid the window open and jumped down to the grass.

“Didn’t you come in through the front door?” Sammy asked, meeting Tommy outside. “Why did you go out the window?”

“It’s more fun.”

“Jesus.”

“Off to wake up Gamer Boy!”

“Oh you’re actually going to wake everybody up for this. Great.”

Tommy smiled. “Now you’ll know what Purpled’s talking about when he tell you about these earlier morning wake up calls!”

Sammy gave Tommy and unamused glare.

- - -

Purpled walked into the front door of the Moo-Pop Café, ready for an afternoon of work.

“ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß”

Purpled walked back outside. He took a breath. And he walked back in.

“ßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßßß”

Literally all his friends were in the dining room of the Moo-Pop Café. There was a ‘Happy Birthday’ banner hanging in the room. There were streamers and balloons. And all of his friends were still blowing kazoos at him.

TapL and Squid were manning the counter for the actual customers.

Sammy, David, and Walli were icing cupcakes.

Rachxo, Hannah, and Astelic were sharing a giant stack of ice cream

Gamer Boy was asleep on the floor.

Eryn, Freddie, Jack Manifold, Drista, and Lani were playing Uno.

Tubbo was talking pictures of everybody; probably for his scrapbook. Maybe Purpled flipped him off during the picture, but he was a good sport and smiled.

Ranboo just looked really apologetic.

Tommy had the biggest most proud smile on his face. “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks!” Purpled threw his jacket at him. “You know it’s not my birthday right?”

“Absolutely! Let’s celebrate!”

“Yay.”