#mainly doe [dreamy sigh]

[prinnamon]

oh my god it's peepee and poopoo my favorite characters

homage to sonic adventure 2's iconic cover art! image description in alt :]

[writingoddess1125]

You Give Them a Massage 💆‍♂️

Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk.

Buy me a KO-FI

Luffy

Luffy while not exactly needing massages enjoys the physical affection.

You will focus on his spine as you gently knead his muscles into relaxation. Which usually turns into you kneading a soft rubbery feeling since he will relax so much it's like he turns into a toy.

"Are you stretching out?"

You question as you realize you've kneaded him into puddy. As well as praising the nice clean lemon scented lotions you used.

He will giggle at the feeling and eventually fall asleep at your touch.

"Your hands are sooo nice (Y/N)!'

Sanji

A massage for Sanji usually starts out as physical therapy for his legs since the muscles are so tight and locked up it causes him pain. Stretching him out leads to him usually Biting a Pillow and groaning in discomfort.

*Please watch for your viewing pleasure ;3

Once done with that you massages away. Focusing on his legs and thighs in order to get him relaxed. Using nice peach scented lotion to help him relax.

"Your hands are heavenly my dear~"

He will flirt with you while on the table but eventually just develope into groans of bliss.

Zoro

Zoro will be stubborn and not want a message at first. However fall into it when his shoulders are sore.

You have to use baby oil for him since his skin is very rough. You have to use a lot of strength to work out the knots in his shoulders, having felt stones that were softer.

"This is ridiculous, I don't see... ohh"

Once you hit that point that has been hurting him he will fall under your spell. Humming in gentle delight as you work out the sorness and tension from his shoulders.

He will fall asleep, snoring rathed loudly as you smooth out his shoulders.

"That was.. very very nice"

Usopp

Usopp will be down for a massage, especially since all his maintenance om the ship make his arms sore.

At first talking your ear off about fake stories as you worked, using different mango lotions on his hands to make them soft.

"You know, I traveled to this island once that had beautiful mermaids, they were all over.. over oh that feels nice"

Will eventually fall into a dreamy like state as he will mumble gentle praise as you work up and down his arms.

"That was so nice (Y/N) thank you"

Nami

Oh poor Nami- Her lower back is always a problem for her! So when you offer a massage she jumps at the opportunity.

You work at the very strong tension on her lower back and help ease the ache. Using nice orange scented lotion for her to add a bit of aroma therapy to the room.

"Gods that's so nice... ugh having boobs suck-"

She will grumble earning some nice chuckles out of both of you. Casual conversation will take place between the two of you as you work, but at the end silence will win over as she's too relaxes to speak.

"Thank you (Y/N) you're a life saver~"

Buggy

Buggy never talks about how sometimes his joints ache after using his devil fruit. Mainly his neck if he detaches his head for long periods of time.

Will throw a mini temper tantrum as you tell him to get on the table, which he does even if he makes a fuss.

Once you start this man is all moans and whimpers. Feeling you work the muscles in his neck into relaxation.

"Fucckkkk" He will moan and pretty much fall apart under your skilled hands. The nice strawberry lotion filling the room which makes him even more complient and relaxed. Defiently the type to get 'excited' during a massage as well.

"Well.. maybe we can do this again?"

Shanks

Shanks will be open to a massage, however it takes him a while to actually relax.

You focus on his shoulders and side of his body. Especially the one with his missing arm, He does get phantom pains and were the muscles are suppose to connect on his missing arm sometimes clench at the pack of stimulation. So you have to carefully work those muscles with your fingers and travel up to his shoulders and side of his body.

"...Thank you (Y/N)"

He will sigh out, feeling the ache in his arm fade from your fingers as the cucumber lotion helps him relax. Will try and crack a few jokes with you here and there but will eventually relax enough to allow silence.

"It's been a while since I've felt this nice, Thank you again"

Mihawk

When Mihawk finally allows you to give him a massage after pestering him for a while you see why- It's like his entire back is made of cobblestone- You question how he gets any sleep with this much tension!

It takes a good hour just to work out the knots before you can even begin to give him a proper massage. He will grunt only at the nice feeling of you working his muscles into submission, the Eucalyptus lotion helping his mind fade into tranquil bliss as you work.

Mihawk is dead silent the while time you work, enjoying the peaceful silence as you get him to relax and ease the pain in his entire back.

Once finishes you are close to exhaustion.

"Thank you deeply (Y/N)"

[2baabbies]

skz bingo; #7, she/her pronouns, with chan?? maybe some sort of bookstore meet cute where reader can't reach a certain book that's on a shelf just out of her reach, but chan is a little taller than her so he manages to crowd against her back and grab the book for her?? 👀 I don't mind either sfw or nsfw, whichever feels like it fits the fic best!

my dear, I couldn’t make chan taller for fear of excluding the tall girlies ;w; but I think I still worked it in well. and I hope you like hyunlix, because they’re in the background fulfilling my bookkeeper/florist couple fantasies. I also split the difference between n/sfw with extraflirty!chan, enjoyyy 🫶🏻

🖤 read me like a book (bangchan x reader) 🖤

Pairings: chan x reader, background hyunlix

Words: 1170 (I gave up on the world limit)

Humour + Suggestive (no smut) + Fluff

fem!reader

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Felix has been flirting with Hyunjin for over ten minutes, which is only a problem for you because he is sitting on the only ladder in the entire bookstore. The shop owner sits on the middle rungs as the florist leans against the wall and dramatically tells him about his morning. Felix clutches the bundle of white and yellow daffodils Hyunjin brought for him to his chest with a dreamy smile.

Residing on one of the upper shelves, out of your reach, is a new romance novel that you came to purchase. You steal a glance at Hyunjin and Felix, then continue glaring at your target. Now, it was not just the minor inconvenience souring your mood, but the envy of seeing the two men together. You felt incredibly unlucky in comparison to the perfect couple chatting away in the corner. You were tired of reading about romance, and more than ready to find it for yourself.

The tips of your fingers just brush the spine of one of the copies as you try again, and you sigh in defeat. Climbing the shelf would be entirely too hazardous, although you are getting desperate enough at this point to try it. You had been waiting for this book for months. But, as miserable as you were, you refused to interrupt Felix and Hyunjin.

“Hey there,” You look over your shoulder to face the man that speaks to you, “You, uh, look like you could use a little help?”

“I’ve got it.”

The speed in which you turn away is criminal. The stranger is incredibly handsome, and you would be damned if you let the cutest man to ever walk into this bookstore see the smut you were trying to pull off the shelf. He clears his throat gently and you peek over your shoulder at him.

“Hm, are you sure? I’ve got to grab something up there anyway.”

“O-Okay. I-If you wouldn’t mind…”

You are about to move when the man drops a stepstool behind you and springs onto it with ease. He braces one hand over your shoulder and leans in, his chest brushing against your back as he grabs the books. Your breath catches as he hops down again, and you will yourself to breathe as you turn around. You inhale sharply as he does not hand the book over to you, but flips through it instead. He then reads that lovely little page of content warnings- mainly kinks- listed by the author at the beginning of the book.

Your face burns as he hums and casually places it in your hand.

“Here’s your book.”

“It’s not mine,” You blurt quickly.

“Oh? Did you want a different one?”

You clutch it to your chest.

“N-No! I-I’m buying it… for my friend. I don’t read this stuff.”

“Oh, I see,” There is a troublesome little glint in his eye, “That’s a shame. That author is quite popular. Maybe you should give it a try?”

You squirm under his playful gaze. You wish you could just melt into the bookcase to escape this conversation.

“No.”

“No? Why not?”

“It’s not… realistic…”

His eyebrows quirk but he looks satisfied with your answer. Felix interrupts the tense moment as he begins leaving the bookstore with Hyunjin.

“Hey, Chan, I’m taking my break now. You got an eye on the cash?”

“Yeah, mate, you’re good. I’ll see ya in a bit.”

Hyunjin gives you an excited wave, which you return shyly, as Felix adds:

“Oh, y/n, I put a book aside for you. It’s behind the counter. Chan, her name is on it.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you,” You murmur.

The doorbell chimes as the door falls shut behind them, and you are left alone with Chan. He kicks up the stepstool and catches it one hand.

“Well, y/n,” He coos in his lovely accent, “I’ll be at the cash if you need anything. Give me a shout if you have any questions, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah, sure.”

He winks and walks behind the counter, settling in and opening the book he pulled from the shelf. You stall for a bit, then steel your nerves and approach the checkout. Chan sets his book aside and smiles as you set yours on the counter. He finds the book Felix set aside for you, and it is the exact same book you pulled from the shelf.

The road to Hell is truly paved with good intentions.

Chan pauses then coyly asks, “I guess you don’t want two of these, hm?”

You puff your cheeks.

“No.”

He chuckles and begins ringing up your purchase.

“Okay, I won’t tease you anymore. You don’t have to be embarrassed, you know?”

“I’m not embarrassed.”

He side-eyes you playfully.

“Alright. Are you paying with cash or card?”

“Cash.”

You quickly pull the bill from your pocket and hand it to Chan. You are both quiet as he makes your change then hands it back to you. You count it then furrow your brow gently.

“Something wrong?”

“Um, it seems… You gave me extra.”

He checks the receipt then looks at your hand as you hold it out to him.

“No, it’s right.”

“You gave me a discount?”

You drop the change in your pocket and accept the book and receipt as he hands them to you.

“Of course. Pretty girls shouldn’t have to pay full price.”

You fluster.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to tease me anymore?”

He rests his chin in his hand and leans his elbows on the counter with a smirk.

“That wasn’t teasing. That was flirting.”

You clutch the book to your chest and duck your blushing face.

“Well…”

He giggles and the charming sound startles you to look up again.

“Sorry. I’ll stop.”

“I-It’s okay.”

“Hm?”

“Uh, you don’t have to stop.”

Chan smiles warmly.

“Only if you like it.”

“I, um, I do.”

“Okay then. Well, I hope your friend likes the book.”

“It’s almost worse when you pretend you don’t know…”

“Well, for the record, I believed you a little bit.”

“Sure.”

“I did,” He purrs, “And I would agree with you. I tried to read those books but they weren’t really my thing.”

“You did?”

“Mhm, like you said: it wasn’t realistic. If you’d like an example of something more realistic though, I’d be happy to show you.”

You roll your eyes as a grin breaks out on his face. Although he delivered the line with confidence, his whole face is flushed like yours.

“I’ll keep that in mind…”

Chan winks as you walk away.

“Have a good day!”

You rush out of the bookstore and pause outside as you notice something sticking out of the book you just purchased. You flip it open to see a scrap of paper with a phone number written on it. You look through the window of the bookstore to see Chan, giving you a fluttery wave as you piece it all together. You huff and cover your face as you stomp away, but you cannot suppress your charmed smile.

[book-place]

History Repeats Itself

Warnings: mentions of cheating and killing, slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Batfamily x reader platonic

Request: Can I request a batfamily x reader (mainly domain but it's platonic because they're all friends). So maybe the reader is trying to get back with her ex but they won't let her. Example; "No, you're not getting back with him. He cheated on you three times already" Damian said for what seemed to be the 100th time. "I agree" Tim said from across the table. "But he said he was sorry!!" You replied. *dramatic batfamily sighs*

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You go to your best friends with news, but their reactions are less than pleasing

A/N: Finally got another fic out

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

The dreamy sigh that you let out as you entered the room alerted everyone of your presence, all of them glancing up and eyeing you.

You practically floated into the room before skipping over to the table and plopping down in your unsaid-but-designated seat next to Damian and across from Tim.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for you to show up at the Wayne family manor at random times throughout the day, though you were welcomed with open arms every time.

Damian, your best friend, had practically insisted upon it, as a matter of fact, saying that since your parents were always out of the city on business, it wasn’t safe or healthy for you to be alone in your own house all the time.

It had even gotten to the point where Bruce made sure to always have some of your clothes and extra toiletries in a room he had designated as your own.

Jason raised an eyebrow at your state. Sure, you were normally a happy and optimistic person- which was the reason people were often surprised when they found out how close you and Damian were- but this was different for you.

“What’s up, kid?” He asked, shoveling another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

During your stays in their house, you had become close to all the participants in one way or another.

Damian’s eyes narrowed as he studied you, “Indeed, what is the matter with you?”

“That’s not what I said,” His older brother scowled, eyes narrowing in on the young boy.

He rolled his eyes, “Same thing, Todd.”

Dick, ever the hero, was quick to come to your aid, “Does there have to be a reason for her to be happy?” A slight frown pulled at his lips as he thought about it.

You shot him an appreciative smile, but spoke anyway, “Oh nothing much, just the most amazing thing happened to me today.”

“You finally found a way to stop Jason from snoring like an elephant at night?” Tim perked up hopefully.

A laugh left your lips at his words, barely even noticing the way Dick wrapped his arms around Jason to stop him from pouncing on their younger brother.

“Better.” You stated with a grin.

“The anticipation is killing us.” Damian said flatly.

Early on in your friendship, you had learned that it was just the way Damian was and to never take it to heart. Because even though he didn’t show it very often, you knew he cared about you very much.

“Derek said he wants to get back together!” You announced, the grin not disappearing from your face, and you clapped your hands together once, sighing dreamily once again.

Everyone’s expression’s immediately darkened, but you didn’t seem to notice, even as the entire atmosphere of the room shifted.

“Derek? Your no good, cheating ex, Derek?” Jason asked through gritted teeth, his grip on the spoon making his fists turn white.

Derek had cheated on you not just once, but three different times. And everytime you ended up broken hearted, only for him to try and get back with you a month later, and you would go crawling back, claiming that he would be better that time.

It was times like that when Bruce’s ‘no killing’ rule seemed to physically pain everyone to follow, even Bruce himself.

And as much as they had wanted to prevent you from getting back together with him, it wasn’t their decision to make. You were your own person, and they could not control your life.

But this time, something seemed to snap inside of them. They had seen your tears-stained face over this boy three too many times. They had to resist beating the ever loving shit out of him every time they passed him on the street for too long. This time, they would put their feet down. And one shared glance between all of them confirmed that very thought.

“You are not getting back with him.” Damian stated calmly, picking up his cup and taking a sip of water.

“I agree,” Tim piped up, looking at you with sad eyes from across the table. A chorus of agreements rose up from Dick and Jason as well.

A frown pulled at your lips as you looked back and forth between all of them, “What? Why?” As if you were oblivious to all of the terrible things he had done.

“Because he cheated on you three times.” Damian seethed, smoke pretty much coming out of his ears at the thought.

A light laugh escaped your lips, “He’s different this time,” You shook your head back and forth gently as if they were the ones with preposterous words coming out of their mouths.

“He said that last time, n/n,” Dick looked at you with the same sad eyes Tim had been giving you.

“And the time before that,” Jason argued through gritted teeth.

A frown finally made its way onto your face, “I don’t see how it’s any of your business.”

Tim sighed, “We’re only saying these things because we care.” He stressed.

“But he makes me happy!” The words came out as if they were a beg while you leaned forward in your seat.

“For how long?” Jason asked, stabbing his spoon into his bowl, “How long until you’re broken hearted once again, hating his guts with every fiber in your being?”

You flinched slightly at his words, hesitation filling your eyes for the first time about getting back together with your ex, as if you hadn’t thought of the consequences that it could hold.

“He always does his, n/n,” Dick spoke gently, soothingly, “And we refuse to see what he will do to you again.”

“But…” Your voice came out so broken hearted, “But he said he loves me.” Your eyes filled with tears.

“It’s not true,” Damian had finally seemed to momentarily reel in his emotions at the sight of your broken state, “And you do not need him. You are far too good for that pathetic excuse of a human being.”

“I am?” The genuine confusion in your voice broke everyone’s hearts that much more.

“Of course,” Dick quickly rushed out, reaching across the table and gently grabbing your hand and his own and shaking it softly to make his point.

“It’s true,” Jason said through a full mouth, “If it were up to me, he’d be six feet in the ground by now.”

“For once,” Damian’s calm voice was back, “I agree with Todd.”

“So…” You asked with furrowed eyebrows, “I don’t have to go back with him?”

“No! Oh god, of course not!” Dick rushed out, the others nodding along as well.

“Oh,” You breathed out before a smile slowly made its way onto your face, lighting up the whole room instantly, “Well, okay then.”

Tim blinked once, “That’s it?”

You nodded your head happily, squeezing Dicks hand once in thanks before you let go, “That’s it.”

“Why-“ Tim was cut off by the harsh glare Damian threw at him from behind your back.

“I am glad you have come to your senses.” Your best friend spoke up, “Now, what shall we do today?”

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[momentsofhyuka]

dates they take you on

txt x reader

summary: different dates they’d plan to take you on

choi soobin

something very domestic

he found a super complicated baking recipe online and decided you guys HAD to try it

cue classic cliche baking moments

you get some flour on his nose as a joke and this man DOUBLES DOWN in response you find flour in your hair for days

overall the kitchen is a disaster when you’re done but you guys had so much fun it doesn’t even matter

it’s even better when the recipe actually turns out surprisingly good

he immediately brags to the guys on their gc

(they’re spamming him to bring them some but he’s 100% ignoring them)

he’s just so boyfriend (insert dreamy sigh)

constantly hugging you and resting his head on yours while you’re waiting for the dish to finish baking

after you both enjoy the dessert he’s rushing to clean up insisting you stay sitting down comfy

(obviously you go to help him and he keeps pouting at you saying “he’s got it !!”)

even more fun while cleaning up the kitchen because you guys sing songs and do little dance routines to help pass the time

obviously you guys are using the kitchen utensils as microphones because duh

does not care that you are off-key he finds you adorable and is just having such a good time laughing with you

overall he’s just very into cute domestic dates that are more about quality time with one another than anything else

choi yeonjun

he seems big on enjoying a cool place with you

something like going to the beach would definitely be on his list

this man would not let you do anyyy of the planning but also would not tell you a single detail of his plan which he swears is amazing

he packs a full picnic full of all your favorite snacks and drinks

he brings cute things like a film camera and toys to build a sand castle

also remembers the important things like sunscreen, water, hats, sunglasses, etc.

he even remembers that you love collecting sea shells and brings a small container for you to take them with you so you won’t lose any

he’s all about the experience itself and enjoying it with you but he’s still going to try and cover every detail possible to make sure it’s a smooth experience

he wants you to feel relaxed and enjoy your time together so he will be super considerate of the logistics so that the day of it’s all good

constant teasing. he takes off his shirt to get in the water and before you could even blink he’s already saying “ooo you like what you see”

compliments you to the ends of the earth even when all you are doing is suntanning or reading a book

when you join him in the water all gentleman behavior is off he is body slamming u (not literally but like he will be carrying u around and splashing you with waves and essentially battling you the entire time)

makes sure you guys stop to eat lunch and are drinking enough water and half the time he’s taking pictures of you doing absolutely nothing with the film camera because you’re “his muse”

(he’s also a sucker for mementos of the trip, he will definitely be stealing one of the shells you find)

sand castle building becomes sand castle competition immediately and he’s very willing to sabotage your castle to ensure his wins (you’re still gonna win but he loves the chaos)

overall very much about doing something fun and exciting with you but dealing with all the details and taking care of you the whole time too

choi beomgyu

so many ideas but my mind keeps coming back to arcade date

he just loves the chaos and competitive aspect of it

don’t think he’s gonna be nice just because you guys are dating this is an every man for themselves situation

will keep track of scores and will tease you when he beats you at dance dance revolution

mainly he likes this type of date because you guys are constantly doing something together but also because he gets to watch you having fun

as exciting as the games are nothing beats the feelings he gets when he looks over to see your super concentrated (and cute) face or to see you laughing as you miserably fail at the punching bag strength game

will be winning you any prize you want.

you cant even let your gaze linger too long on a plushie or prize because he will notice and make it his mission to win it for you

excited puppy smile every time he proudly presents you with the prize

super cliche teasing like pretending he doesn’t know you and asking if you come here often or “helping to correct your form” for the basketball game as an excuse to hug you

(as if he needs one)

it’s cute you thought you would get your own drink when you guys stop to eat he is 100% doing the 2 straws cliche in whatever you guys order

(he insists it’s more romantic but you just think he likes how nervous and flustered you get when he drinks at the same time as you)

overall he would want to do something entertaining but where he can also just let loose and have fun with you

kang taehyun

i also cycled through a few ideas but i feel like he’s just someone that would enjoy a zoo date

his reasoning is that the animals will always be doing something different so it’s a “new experience every time”

he also likes to see how excited you get looking at the different animals and how you always talk to them or give them little back stories

he is endlessly entertained by you just constantly giving you that starry eyed smile (we all know the one !!)

will make it his mission to list any interesting facts he knows about the animals or the zoo itself

this man is a picture person idc !

his camera roll is just pictures of you from every angle ever doing anything

you insist he deletes the ones you don’t like but he refuses claiming that you always look perfect so why would he erase perfection

(easily leaves you a blushing mess with his bluntness)

will get silly animal face paint with you and take a billion selfies of the both of you with it

i feel like he’s a big spender not in a flashy way but more so he feels it’s a day for the both of you and you guys deserve to enjoy the best in the moment

constantly getting snacks for you two or silly headbands and will definitely be buying you something from the gift shop

(if you try to pay he immediately refuses and insists on covering it)

he lowkey likes that the zoo doubles as a workout and will jokingly do squats or lunges randomly

if there’s any kind of animal feeding opportunity you both are immediately there and he’s taking a ton of photos of the moment

(he just really likes to look back and reflect on the memories or see your face smiling back at him when he checks his phone)

overall he is just looking forward to doing something that allows him to talk to you a lot, take a lot of photos, and is new or exciting each time

huening kai

big fan of at home dates

why waste time getting ready and going to a super crowded place when you can just spend all day together and be comfy ??

when i say all day i mean all day.

he will show up bright and early at your place just to be able to nap with you until noon

i feel like he’s big on watching something together like a movie or anime or even playing video games together

will bring a sleepover bag filled with essentials it’s funny you thought he was ever leaving

also brings snacks ofc and i feel like he brings you random snacks he thinks you might like so it’s a fun experience of you guys trying them and reviewing it

speaking of random things he is king of gift giving he can’t see a single thing that reminds him of you because he will get it no hesitation

cute plushie with your energy? bought it. random flower he saw in your favorite color? he immediately picked it.

he is just always giving you things and whenever you get him stuff in return he cherishes it like it’s the greatest gift on the planet

(even if it’s just a rock you saw that kind of looked like a heart he will think it’s hilarious and the most amazing thing ever)

after settling on something to watch he insists on coziness i’m talking like a ton of blankets, pillows, plushies, warm drinks just ultimate comfort

i feel like he’s the type to talk during shows and movies like just to make commentary or laugh and he enjoys when you keep up the banter with him or offer your own thoughts

it’s his perfect way of spending time with you and also continuing to get to know you and create silly inside jokes, etc.

definitely the type to randomly go play you a song on a keyboard or piano if you have or decide to braid your hair

overall he’s into anything interactive and fun the both of you can share together at home while enjoying each other’s presence (and presents !)

[writerofadream]

Fortune favors the Bold ⛓

TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓

Chapter Twenty-One: The kids we left behind

(Netflix isn't working once again so enjoy a flashback chapter! You and Duncan are both seven, and this mainly revolves around his older brother, not a long chapter, sorry but i havent paid my internet bill or whatever so i wanna savor it- is that how that works-)

Mick watched Duncan wait patiently by the door. He knew that his youngest brother was anxiously awaiting for you to arrive. It seemed that the boy was always waiting for you.

Leo, was asleep and was nearly on top of Mick by the time you finally arrived. He didn't stay asleep for long though, you burst into the house nearly oozing with light.

"OKAY SO-" You jumped on top of Duncan who already was laughing.

Mick was amazed by the transformation you held over Duncan. The abused child who typically was quiet and reserved turned into this happy and joyful creature.

It was horrifying, but in a fun way.

"Miss me?" you smiled still nearly straddling the other boy. The boy smiled, and flipped you onto your back. "Always." He winked.

Oh these fuckers- Mick rolled his eyes, he never thought he'd say this about two children- but fucking marry each other already holy shit it's wild.

James walked by the living room and stopped seeing his youngest brother straddling the girl, James considered as another sibling.

"Uh-" James looked onto the couch and saw a half-asleep Leo, an amused Mick, Kenny who was for some reason under the coffee table, and Henry and Lucas staring at the TV.

"You gonna do something about this?" He questioned Mick who smiled and shrugged.

God, brothers.

"Idiots, I'm going to tell Ben about this I swear to god-" James turned around and ran up the stairs into the communal room he shared with his six other brothers.

Ben was scrolling through his phone doing situps on the top bunk. "Ben, how on earth does Duncan get more girls then you do?" James smiled scratching his nose with his middle finger.

"Dude, it's cause I'm gay-"

"Fair enough."

Ben rolled his eyes and jumped off the top bunk and whiped his hands on his sweatpants. "Show me the damage." He ushered his brother back downstairs into the living room.

The two bestfriends had now migrated onto the couch, and they were sitting next to Leo who was back to his usual snoring.

Y/N had her arm intertwined with Duncan's and was rambling about her day, but both brothers were a good 90% sure he wasn't listening, his eyes were focused on you, and there was this dreamy look in his eyes which made it clear he wasn't all there.

"You understand that they are like literally in love with each other, right-" Ben turned around to James unsure of what the problem was.

"... well for starters... their seven-"

"So? You had your first kiss at seven." Ben pointed out and James gave him a pointed glare. "I was asleep and it was the dog." James hissed.

"Your just sad because your brother is getting more action then you are." Ben laughed patting his brothers arm and sitting down on the couch, ruffling you and Duncan's hair with a fond smile.

"There is seven of us, it's almost guaranteed that one of us has to be." Mick said his eyes on the TV. "Why were you listening?" James raised an eyebrow. "Well it was either listen to you loose your shit, or listen to this idiot snore." He flicked Leo's nose upwards causing the snore to stop for a moment.

Before continuing.

"If any of you are wondering what to get me for Christmas, I beg of you, earmuffs, headphones, anything." Mick begged the lot of you.

You handed him a pair of shop class headphones and everyone looked at you curiously. "Ya'll I'm in three shop-classes, I'm always gonna have these on me." You blushed hiding your head in Duncan's collarbone.

"Marry her." Mick mouthed to his brother as he put the headphones on, sighing in relief.

Duncan blushed hard and shrunk in his seat.

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That night when Henry walked into his room, he didn't hear the usual sound of his youngest brother trying to get his older brothers to include him in the conversation.

(The conversation typically revolved around: How the hell are we gonna save up enough money to get out of this hell hole?)

So usually it didn't work.

But tonight he heard your soft chatter with Duncan, he stared at one of the bottom bunks and saw Duncan without a shirt on, he winced seeing his brothers bruises because Henry had the same if not worse.

You held ice on the bruises whispering your apologies each time Duncan whimpered. The bruises were so purple they were nearly black.

Duncan always seemed to have it bad in the Tarun household. No one really understood why, I mean sure the father hit them all, but not like he did Duncan.

As you grabbed Duncan's hand and positioned it to hold up the ice to one of the more nasty bruises you went into your backpack and pulled out a pack of bandaids.

You started off with the butterfly ones. When you had went over to your house for dinner, thats when their father came home, he decided that target practice was in order, and as usual it ended with the youngest child.

You slowly picked out the glass shards and went over the cuts with the butterfly bandaids. On the larger ones, you used typical bandaids that had actual butterflies on them.

Soon enough it seemed that Duncan had all of his major scrapes taken care of. Henry watched as you helped his brother slip on a shirt over his head and you tucked him into bed.

You seemed to be asking a question but you were far enough that Henry couldn't hear.

Duncan nodded, clearly tired, most likely from blood loss. You carefully climbed on the bed, and you angled your head so it wouldn't touch any of his bruises, and you laid your head on his chest.

He smiled once he saw how happy his brother looked as he wrapped his arms around you.

Henry was sad to say he knew the truth, he knew that he didn't need to call your dad and ask if you could stay the night. Truth be told he was pretty sure your father wouldn't even be there.

Y/N L/N was made for his brother, through and through.

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bonus: quotes from you, duncan, and his brothers!

You: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Duncan: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

You: Three of us saw it, Duncan. How do you explain that?

Duncan: *points at Henry* Sleep deprivation. *points at James* Paranoia. *points at Mick* Delusional personality disorder.

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You: Where's Duncan, Henry, and James?

Mick: They're playing hide and seek.

You: Where?

Mick: I don't think you get how this game works

You: oh then maybe my mom isn't dead

Mick: what do you mean?

You: well she's been hiding for almost three years now, maybe everyone was trying to play a trick on me

*Duncan falling out of the top kitchen cabinent, Henry unfolding himself out of dishwasher, and James stepping out of the garbage can, all of them are looking at you in horror.*

Seven year old you laughing and pointing: HAH **** YOU ALL I FOUND YOU WITH MY TRAUMATIC ******* BACKSTORY SUCK MY **** YOU ABSOLUTE SONS OF ******

Seven year old Duncan smiling and clapping you hand: Shes my best friend

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tagged: @lostsomewhereinthegarden

[paralyze-fic]

Paralyze.

Chapter 64

[Lime warning]

I woke up earlier than usual, at 5:45 am, mostly because I stayed Sunday night at my house instead of going back to U.A., and now I had to take my bag back to the dorm. So I got up without making a sound and grabbed my bag, I didn't really change out of my nightwear, I just changed my shorts for sweatpants and put on a military green bomber jacket on top.

After I made sure I had everything, I wrote on the sticky notes that we kept on the counter by the fridge and stuck it on it.

I sighed and smiled, "See you later, everyone."

//////

On my way back to U.A. I wondered if Katsuki was asleep or had woken up, but my phone buzzing startled me from my thoughts. When I took it out of my jacket's pocket I read the ID.

Katsuki.

I seriously think we have some kind of mental connection. But, either way, I picked up the call.

"Hello, Katsuki," I said softly and I heard him shuffling around, groaning cutely.

"Ugh... could you w-*yawn*... wait for me-*groan*... in front of my house?" I got goosebumps all over my body, and I felt warmth rushing up to my face as my heart sped up. I wished I was there to see him waking up. So cute!

"Y-yeah, I'll... I'll be there in a few," I cleared my throat in the middle of my sentence. He giggled softly and sighed.

"I'll be waiting, (M/n)." And he hung up. I stopped my steps and I sighed in a dreamy state, and a chuckle went past my lips when I realized what I did.

I'm so in love with Katsuki.

//////

But, it turns out, Katsuki wanted me to wait for him so he could...

Sleep more on our way back to the dorm.

When he opened the door, he greeted me with a kiss, handed me his bag and I turned around to walk to U.A., which was when he held himself with my shoulders and jumped on my back. My in-love teenage mind thought that he really missed me and wanted to be as close to me as he could, but then... I heard him snoring quietly.

I wasn't angry at him, I actually found it cute, and that was why I walked without complaining.

As I walked up the stairs to our dorm, I peeked through one of the windows by the front door. Thankfully, Eijiro was close, so I tapped the glass a few times until he turned to me and I signalled him to open the door for me.

"Is that... Bakugou?" I nodded placing down Katsuki's and my bag on one of the couches. "How can he be so..." I turned to Eijiro, who was making weird motions towards Katsuki with his hands, "... Be so not-Bakugou with you? Is this what love does to people like him?"

I chuckled and shrugged the best I could, "Why don't you ask him about it later?"

Eijiro thought for a few seconds, placing his right palm under his left elbow, resting his fist under his chin in a 'thinking position', and after a few seconds, his eyes were illuminated.

"I will!"

After Eijiro said that I excused myself to our rooms, but Katsuki's room was locked, so I took him to mine.

I placed him on my bed softly and shifted his body slightly, and after I did, I went downstairs to get our bags.

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Back in my bedroom, Katsuki was still asleep, and I placed the bags by the bed. I knelt by Katsuki's and rummaged around looking for his room key, but I found other things. The condoms I bought and the lube were inside it, but there were some... toys too, everything was inside a black plastic bag. I ignored the fact that I saw that and with my face flaming, I kept looking for the key.

Aaannndd...

Found it.

Glancing at Katsuki I saw him -still- sleeping, so I walked out to go and get Katsuki's uniform. After I found it I went back to my bedroom. I placed it down on my desk, took mine from my wardrobe, and went to take a shower.

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I stood in front of the mirror, my blazer hanging on my shoulders and shirt unbuttoned -mainly because I forgot my undershirt and I didn't want to fully undress to put it on- as I brushed my teeth, with the towel around my neck. My hair was still dripping water so I placed it there to avoid wetting my uniform.

I finished brushing my teeth and walked out, drying my hair.

I heard a yelp making me flinch and when I looked towards where it came from, I saw Katsuki staring at me with wide dreamy eyes. He was almost drooling. It reminded me of two nights ago. On Saturday. When I made love to him and became one.

I had to swallow and look away for a moment or I would've had a problem otherwise. "Why are you so sexy, (M/n)? I want you to make me yours again."

Goddamn it, Katsuki. You know how to make me weak. But then, an idea popped up in my mind, making me smirk.

I turned to look at Katsuki and showed him an innocent smile.

"Close your eyes for a bit, Katsuki," he looked sceptically at me, but maybe the shy personality I always showed him made him trust that I wouldn't do anything 'weird'.

Oh, Katsuki, you'll be meeting my dark side.

I had left Katsuki's bag open and I took out one of his toys, I saw his face twisting with confusion, probably because of the sound, but he didn't open his eyes. I climbed on top of him, pressing my lips on his while pulling down his pants and underwear.

Katsuki gasped when his semi-erected member was free, and I stroked it up and down slowly, getting it hard all the way. Then, I firmly grasped the sex sleeve I grabbed and placed it on his dick.

Katsuki gasped, parting away from my kiss and looked down at his lower body.

"H-how did y-you...?" He was panting as soon as I began moving the sleeve up and down his dick, it must feel good, because Katsuki was blushing so much and had tears in his eyes. "Ah! (M/n)~..." he tangled his fingers in my hair, tugging back and then pushing my head forward.

Our noses and foreheads were touching while our breaths mixed.

I kept pleasuring Katsuki, and he clung to me, moaning and gasping breathlessly. Then I heard voices outside in the halls, so I had to kiss Katsuki to muffle his voice.

"Gghh nggh aghn (M... /n...)" he whispered my name against my lips, and I moved my hand faster. Katsuki was moaning louder now, and it was still very audible with my tongue in his mouth, so I had to think of something else.

"...Bite me, Katsuki." Without doubting, Katsuki sunk his teeth into the connection with my neck and shoulder, making me wince but at least it made Katsuki quieter as he came.

I let Katsuki get down from his high before pulling off the sleeve and it dripped with cum, Katsuki was panting slightly now and I took the sleeve to the bathroom, I'll wash it later.

I came out of the bathroom and I saw Katsuki almost falling asleep again, I snickered making him look at me, "Go take a shower and put on your uniform, we'll be late to class."

He groaned and sat up slowly, "Could you bring me my uniform so I take a shower here?" I chuckled and pointed towards my desk, he looked there and his blush came back.

"I'll wait for you downstairs, puppy."

[mmollymercury]

Ask game! Headcanons: but for Agustín!

Agustín, this is your time bby

He's the most dad a dad could ever be, he loves to coddle his daughters, even now and he still likes to sing for them, or tell them stories if they're upset, and because the blue sisters kinda feel robbed of their childhood in a lot of ways, they always accept when he does this.🥺🥺🥺

Malewife to the end😤😤. Him and Julieta hardly ever argue, I like to think they share a lot of the same opinions and are on the same page a lot of the time. If he accidentally upsets her however, he'll literally try to cook, or get flowers, or do anything romantic to make it up to her, but the thing is, every time he gets hurt and has to present his 'sorry' gift looking like an absolute wreak. This always makes Juli smile and forgive him tho. I actually drew something inspired by this headcanon for encantober lol.

When his girls were younger, he'd read to them every night and always make a dramatic; funny entrance into their room. I wrote abt this too🥺😳

He has his own nicknames for his girls, Mirabel: hermoso milagro (beautiful miracle) Isa: la rosa (rose) and for Luisa: la princesa (princess) that last one always made Luisa happy, since Isabela was usually referred to as that by everyone else. But Agustín knew that Luisa always loved princess stories💞

Him and Julieta had been flirting for a bit before she kissed him, because she made the first move DAMMIT. During the flirting, Agustín's stupid but kind and respectful brain was like: she probably didn't mean that romantically, I bet loads of girls ask for a kiss as a joke, then proceed to hold someone's hand. She most likely just wants to be friends? But I think I love her!!??😭

Agustín: so are we dating now? Julieta: wtf we've been dating for 2 weeks???

Julieta ties his shoelaces😭because malewife

Once him and Julieta were a thing, his family custom made all of the Madrigal outfits 💞💞

He prefers sweet things over savoury.

Even after all these years, he still sees Julieta as his dream girl💖💖🥺

He mainly fed his girls when they were babies; he'd do that thing as he fed them, with the silly faces and the baby noises-

Yall know what I mean😭😭🥺💖

*sighs* conclusion: he's so dreamy😭😭😭💞💞💞💞

[fific7]

White Wedding Pt 3

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: Alpha/Omega/Soulmate AU, based on Billy Idol’s song of the same name. This does not follow canon, it’s mainly Logan lemon zest 🍋 because the world always needs more Logan.

Summary: James has agreed to retire, leaving Logan and Juliet in charge of Delos. But there is one major condition attached… will Logan find it to be a deal-breaker?

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults*. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please use protection, let’s be careful out there.

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(My Photo Edit)

Hey little sister, shotgun (oh yeah)

little sister, who's your superman

Hey little sister, shotgun

It's a nice day to start again

It's a nice day for a white wedding

It's a nice day to start again

Take me back home, yeah

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The New Wife

Your eyes cracked open, a millimetre, slowly, carefully. Your head hurt like a bitch. What had those psychos injected you with, for fuck’s sake? Elephant tranquilliser? You rolled one eyeball gently around in its socket, trying to take in where you were.

A bright, white room. You were in a … your arms spread out on either side of you without touching any edges or anyone… big ol’ bed. Alone, as far as you could tell. You were wearing the clothes you’d had on yesterday, all except for the shoes.

The little snapshots of memories came creeping back into your head. The fucked-up shit that CEO bitch had pulled on you. The drugging, then falling into the abyss. Nothing more.

And now this. Where were you? Didn’t that bitch say you were being sent to your new husband’s house? Your ears strained to hear sounds, anything at all. Then you heard it, faint but unmistakable. The ocean. Despite the unknown and unsettling situation you were in, your heart soared. You loved the ocean! And this new husband dude of yours lived close by it, huh? Well you supposed that would help a little while you figured out how to get out of this totally unacceptable situation.

You stiffened as you heard a door open, and closed your eyes immediately.

“Ohhh…” you heard a woman’s voice, which was a surprise to you, “….she’s gorgeous, Lo.” A manly sigh, “I know, sis.” Ah, okay well… husband dude has a sister, surely that would be helpful when you told them what had really happened at LPV. “Her eyes are this incredible colour, I’ve never seen anything like it before.” There was a dreamy tone to his voice.

Wait, when had this guy seen your eyes? Leaving aside the uncomfortable fact that he’d put his tongue inside your pussy… a white hot hit of sheer embarrassment ran through you at the memory of it… you’d been covered by that sheet. And you’d have been spark out when you were brought here. So when had he seen you where he could tell what your eye colour was? More cheap tricks by the CEO from hell, obviously.

“I don’t know what to do, Jules,” you heard him say, “I wanna fuck her so badly but firstly, whatever they gave her still has her stone cold out of it, and secondly… well, I wanna talk to her first.”

You heard his sister give a short laugh, “Well they say there’s a first time for everything, Lo.” You stiffened again when you heard that - what, this guy fucked women without talking to them first? What kind of a douchebag was he?

“That related to the hosts rather than actual women, Jules,” he replied, gentle reproach in his tone, “she’s not a host.” “I’m glad you actually realise that,” she replied, “and Logan? You do not go at her like a bulldozer, you hear me? She’s a virgin, apart from anything else.”

An intake of breath from husband dude, “I know, I know! I’m so fucking excited about that. I’ll be her first. I can’t fucking believe it. I mean… look at her… she’s just a complete wet dream.”

You heard the door close and no more voices. So, they knew you’d never slept with a man before, no doubt courtesy of CEO Bitch… you were so glad all your secrets were out there! And … what were these hosts he was talking about?

You didn’t like the sound of that at all.

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The New Wife

You’d fallen back asleep, a natural sleep this time.

Suddenly you were wide awake again. Not sure how long you’d slept for, but one thing you knew for sure was that your dress was being gently pulled up. Fingers between your legs, the scratch of stubble on your skin, that tongue… delving right inside you. The same exciting combination of licking and sucking began, just like when you’d been sampled by him. What was happening? Was this someone else being allowed to do the same? Were you still at LPV in some kind of drug-induced nightmare? No, you were sure it must be your new husband. You felt you’d know that talented tongue anywhere.

But one thing you knew for sure, you were soaking. With a superhuman effort, you managed to keep quiet as it continued for what like seemed forever. His tongue was lapping up your juices from your skin then his fingers spread your legs even wider, his tongue went deep, deeper than before, then he was sucking your clit again and you felt a pressure building in your stomach. Suddenly a huge wave of pleasure you hadn’t ever experienced before washed over you, rolling and rolling and rolling, like a stormy ocean.

If you hadn’t already had your eyes tight shut, you would’ve had to close them.

Then he was gone, your dress sliding down over your legs, a hand smoothed your hair, lips kissed your temple.

His deep voice. Yes, his voice. “Sweet dreams, wife of mine.”

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Logan

The guilt was eating at him now. He lay on the bed in one of the guest rooms, staring at the ceiling. Once Juliet had left, he’d gone back into the master bedroom, hoping that she’d have woken up.

No… still spark out. He gazed down at her, god he needed to taste her again, needed to.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hand pulled back the bedsheets, slid her dress up until it sat above her thighs. It was like he was on autopilot. He parted her legs, his head was between them and his tongue plunged into that sweet, sweet honeypot. He licked and sucked at her, a little frenzied, working her for longer than he probably should have. But she tasted divine and he couldn’t get enough. She was so wet for him, drugged-up or not. He felt her climax and he stood up from her, the guilt already seeping into his veins.

He drew her dress back down over her legs, covered her with the bedsheets, stroked her hair, kissed her forehead.

And now he was mentally berating himself for tasting her while she’d been in a doped-up sleep. That was … low, wasn’t it? Even if she was his wife. He couldn’t even contain himself until she was awake.

He heaved himself off the bed and walked through to the master bedroom, looking in at her. She was still sleeping. He wanted her so much.

Maybe he could just have one more tiny taste….

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The New Wife

When you awoke the next time, bright sunlight was streaming in. It was possibly mid-morning.

Thinking about the nocturnal visit husband dude had paid to you, your cheeks flushed deep pink. My god, if that was what his tongue could do… you smiled to yourself, thinking about what else he was capable of. And did you imagine another, shorter visit to you later on or was that just wishful thinking?

Shaking off your thoughts, you leaned up on your elbows and took a proper look around you.

A spacious modern room, with floor-to-ceiling windows and white gauzy curtains, billowing slightly in the sea breeze. Not a lot of furniture, minimalist vibe. You were alone, and still clothed in what you supposed you should call your wedding dress.

Your breathing seized for a second, before you inhaled a big breath. You were screwed, truly you were. In every way. You thought that your brain must’ve been working overtime while you slept, and now you knew and begrudgingly accepted that while LPV had fraudulently trapped you into marriage, you’d never be able to prove it. Maybe you could just run away? Ummm.. nope. The whole plan of being at LPV was to avoid those low-life Omega kidnappers. How would you avoid them on your own, where could you go to ensure that? To another version of LPV somewhere else in the state, only to have them pull a similar stunt?

From the outside, this guy - high sex drive aside - seemed OK, there was another female around which was a big plus and he had what seemed to be a lovely house near the beach. You accepted that you probably just had to make the best of a bad situation.

You got up, stretching out your cramped muscles before walking over to the window and looking out at your new neighbourhood. Oh, okay… a house right on the beach, then. Not just close by. And you spotted a familiar headland… this was Malibu. Wow. Okay, so maybe he wasn’t hurting for money either. You vaguely recalled that CEO Bitch had told you that you now had a handsome, rich husband.

The door opened and you swung round, startled. A tall good-looking guy with dark hair came into the room, carrying a tray filled with plates, coffee pot, carafe of juice, cups and glasses on it. He looked as startled as you did when he saw you standing by the window, and his eyes - as dark as his hair - stared into yours, holding your gaze before he dropped his quickly down and back up your body. You took in his light tache and beard, which also spilled downwards and became a neck beard. That’s incredibly sexy looking, your brain said, unbidden and your face pinked up immediately. Correction - HE is just incredibly sexy looking, your brain then supplied, helpfully.

Shut up! you silently yelled back at it. That is not helpful in the slightest.

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Logan

Logan had nearly dropped the tray of food and drink. He hadn’t expected to see her up and about, she’d slept for almost twenty-four hours so whatever they’d given her must’ve been super strength. He felt irritated by that… it could��ve been too much for her. They could’ve harmed her. And then he would’ve had to harm them.

Woah! he thought, where did that come from? He shook his head and met her gaze, those otherworldly eyes of hers staring into his. She was just breathtaking, even in the defensive stance she was adopting with arms firmly crossed over her stomach. He could just sit and look at her for years. He cleared his throat.

“Hi,” he said her name, “I’m Logan. Your husband.” She continued to stare at him, face expressionless. He continued, lamely, “You’re my wife. We’re married.”

He saw a ghost of a smile flit across her lips, “Yes, so I found out. Ten minutes after it had happened.”

He cleared his throat again uneasily, putting the tray down on the bed and gesturing to it, “Come sit and eat. You’ve had nothing for I don’t know how long.” She remained by the window but her eyes went to the filled paninis and coffee and juice he’d brought through. “I do feel light-headed, a combination of no food and whatever drug they gave me, I guess.”

Before she could move, the door opened and a dark-haired woman came into the bedroom, looking over at her first and then to Logan. He turned to his sister. “This is my new wife,” saying her name again, before turning back to his wife and saying, “This is Juliet, my sister.” The two women smiled at each other, with his wife saying lightly to Logan, “You’re lucky you weren’t called Romeo.”

He laughed, “I think Mom toyed with the idea but as me and Jules are siblings, she thought it might be a bit too weird.” He got a genuine smile in return, which made his heart beat faster.

She walked over to the bed and perched on the edge of it, next to the tray, with Logan on the other side of it.

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Juliet

Juliet remained standing, leaning against the doorframe of the walk-in wardrobe to give them some space.

While Logan and his new wife ate together for the first time, she watched them for a few moments. She smiled inwardly, it was both touching and amusing to see Logan on his very best behaviour, slicing a panini in two for her and pouring her coffee, juice and bringing her a bottle of water in addition from the kitchen. She thought for another minute or two before saying, “Do you mind if I ask you a few gentle questions?” and using her name. The new wife shook her head and gestured with the hand which wasn’t holding her panini, “Ask away.” “You’re a Platinum Omega, is that correct?”

She saw a small fleeting grimace on the other woman’s face, “Yes, I am… for my sins.” Juliet nodded, “Very rare creature, so I’m told.” The new wife laughed, but it had a bitter edge to it, “Yes, it put a big target on my back. It’s why I ended up in LPV.” Juliet remained silent, encouraging the other woman to continue, which she did once she’d swallowed the mouthful of panini she’d been chewing. “I have no family left in the US, but I’ve got some European relatives who didn’t want anything to do with me. A couple of years ago when the Omega kidnappings really started ramping up, I sold my condo and along with an inheritance from my grandmother, I signed up to stay in LPV instead of being out in the mainstream.”

Juliet nodded, “I can totally imagine why you’d make that decision.” She hesitated, then decided to dive right in, “Logan said you argued with the LPV CEO about the marriage clause in your original contract.” The new wife’s lip curled in disgust and her face flushed, “That bitch! She screwed me over. When I signed that contract, only the scenting and sampling thing was in there… which I wasn’t happy about either, let me tell you. But they made it plain that unless I signed it, they wouldn’t accept me into LPV. And they drugged me for the sampling thing,” she stated, her eyes sliding to Logan and her face flushing even more. She kept looking at him as she went on, “And I know you sampled me again last night, maybe even twice. But at least I wasn’t drugged then.”

Logan choked on his panini, and scrambled to grab his glass of juice. Juliet kept her face neutral, but was thinking, “Oh, shit!” She didn’t know exactly what sampling entailed but she could guess it wasn’t just a chaste kiss. But it was really amusing to see Logan looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

The new wife continued, “I was made to shower and put these on…” she gestured to herself with her free hand, “and when I got into her office, she… very oddly… made me look at her new antique mirror,” she eye-rolled and Logan butted in, “Two-way mirror… so I could see you for the first time.” “Ah - ok, now I understand,” she nodded. “Well, then she asked me to check in, with two fingerprints as we were in her private office. We checked in wherever we went so I suspected nothing. She then dropped it on me that I was now married, that they’d done me a huge favour and that I’d be going to my new husband’s home within 15 minutes. They’d already packed up all my stuff. I know I didn’t sign that clause and I told her I hadn’t, that she’d hidden that section from me. She said that I definitely did sign it and I just hadn’t read it properly. They also drugged me again and that’s pretty much when I passed out. Then I woke up here.” She looked between Logan and Juliet, “I heard you two talking, but I was feeling groggy and pretended I was still asleep. I know that you know I’m a virgin, and I know that you…” she pointed at Logan, “…want to fuck me really badly.”

Juliet didn’t think she’d ever seen Logan blush so heatedly. His face was scarlet, even more so than when she’d mentioned the sampling.

Stifling a laugh, she said to the new wife, “You’re right… he totally does. He’ll get over the major embarrassment of being overheard very clearly and directly stating his intentions towards you. He likes to pretend he woos the ladies before fucking them.” Logan shot a very angry look at her but she ignored him.

She continued, “Look,” using her name, “I’ll give you a potted history of the Delos family. We own Delos Inc and Delos Destinations. Have you ever heard of Westworld?” The new wife shook her head, so Juliet carried on, “It’s one of several themed parks we own, they’re very popular and we are a bunch of rich, entitled fuckers.” The new wife burst out laughing, and took a hasty swig of her water. “Our mother passed away which left us in the care of our less-than-paternal father. Logan rebelled during his teen years and just never stopped. He’s done it all… drinks, drugs, women, men… whatever he could do to piss off dear old Dad… but also to get his attention. Cos Dad has always pretty much written Logan off, and that’s a mistake. Underneath all the BS, he’s a very astute, smart businessman.”

Logan was staring at her, a vulnerable, soft expression on his face… in fact his eyes looked glossy. “My sis is just as underestimated by him too,” he said quietly, “…she’s a total systems magician.” Juliet smiled at him, before turning back to the new wife, “So… a lot of shit went down which maybe Lo will tell you about some day. I offloaded a douche of a husband, Logan hit rock bottom and went into rehab and now he’s been clean for… six months, Logan?” He nodded. “No drugs, absolute minimum alcohol intake… and absolutely no sex whatsoever.”

Juliet was shocked, even she hadn’t known that - Logan had still appeared as usual on all the gossip sites with various women and men on his arm throughout that whole period. Well, she’d get the reason out of him at some stage.

He looked at his new wife, giving her a small smile, “You see before you a reformed bad boy.” She looked at him solemnly for a moment, then gave him a dazzling smile. Juliet could see Logan’s cheeks pinking up. Woah… was her reprobate of a brother actually about to be tamed by a woman? By just one woman?! Hmmmm… she’d believe it when it actually happened. But she hoped that he was going to take this marriage seriously and not fuck it up, because she really wanted her dad to have to admit that Logan wasn’t just a huge waste of space.

Juliet turned again to the new wife, “And just to round off our story, our Dad recently insisted that Logan get married before our father retires and hands over the running of the businesses to me and Lo.” She watched the girl taking in this influx of information and she didn’t seem particularly scared or repulsed.

She continued, “Now, it sounds to me like LPV really screwed you over. That was a low trick they played on you. They’ve probably been metaphorically rubbing their hands together since the minute you walked through their door, knowing what a valuable asset you are. I am guessing that there have been plenty of enquiries about you over the past two years, but they’ve played the long game and rebuffed all of them so far, until filthy rich Logan Delos walked into their lair. And I am personally feeling very guilty about all of this, because I went to college with one of their Betas and got Logan bumped to the front of their waiting list. But I had absolutely no idea they played these type of games, as my Beta friend is always banging on about what a good and great setup it is. However, I believe they already had that full clause in your contract and signed off from the get-go and hid the marriage section from you, exactly as you accused them of doing. They knew they’d be able to make a lot of money out of you some day.”

The new wife was drinking all of this in, looking angry, pensive and then angry again.

Juliet sighed, “Look, honey… I know you’re not happy about all of this. But you are not going to be able to get out of that marriage clause or the marriage with Logan either. They totally manipulated you, but to all intents and purposes you have no proof that they did. If you go the cops, or even the Omega Foundation, they are going to be shown those signed legal documents and possibly some CCTV of you signing the original contract, and digitally signing the marriage certificate… and they will tell you not to let the door hit your butt on your way out.”

She saw the other woman’s bottom lip tremble, and she replied in a small defeated voice, “I’d kind of come to that conclusion myself.”

Juliet decided it was time to put some positive things on the table.

“Now, I’m sure you’ve been going over alternative options in your head. Sorry to say, I don’t think you’ve got very many… two, I’d say? Number one…. run away and take your chances in the mainstream or in another facility like LPV. Very sadly, I don’t rate your survival chances in the mainstream as very high and what’s to say another facility won’t take advantage of you again, just like LPV did? Number Two… stay here with Logan, be his wife, help him to stay on the straight and narrow. I mean, he’s not that ugly..” there was a loud snort from Logan here, “he’s got an OK body,” another snort, “he’s rich as fuck and more importantly, he will look after you and keep you safe. And even though you may not be soulmates, he would still claim you.”

She looked at Logan, willing him to reply in the affirmative and back her up on her reasoning, but he was just sitting there, staring at his new wife like she was some type of mythical creature. “Logan!” Juliet snapped at him, and he swung his head towards her, “Huh? What?” “I said,” she said, very deliberately, “that even if you are not soulmates, you’d still claim her to keep her safe.”

“Oh yeah! Yeah, I would,” he replied, nodding his head up and down so quickly that Juliet burst out laughing. “Chill, big bro,” she said.

The new wife bit her bottom lip as she listened to and considered what Juliet had just said.

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The New Wife

You had listened carefully to what Juliet had to say, and you knew what she said made sense. After all, it was only what you’d been telling yourself.

You inhaled a deep breath before immediately exhaling it, and looked at the two siblings as they watched you expectantly, waiting to hear what your decision was.

“Thank you, Juliet, for summarising everything so well. It’s just what I’ve been telling myself in my head. And thank you, Logan, for offering to claim me.”

You paused, to make sure you phrased this correctly, “I am so, so grateful that you both do want me to stay within this arrangement. I have to say I’m not happy about LPV’s actions, but for my personal safety.., you’re right, there is no other valid choice for me. And Logan, I realise it’s just an arranged marriage to you so that you can inherit what you rightly deserve.” Logan opened his mouth to say something but Juliet hissed, “Shut up, Lo.”

You continued, “So yes, I will stay, Logan, if that’s okay with you. I won’t run away… which I confess was my first instinct when I woke up this morning.”

Logan reached over and took your hand, “That’s more than okay with me.”

Juliet came over and gave you a quick hug, “Welcome to the Delos family!”

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Juliet

Logan looked… ecstatic… that was the word, when she said that.

He’s going to have to sit her down and clear up a few things with her, though.

Fuck, I really hope this works out for him.

And for her too, of course.

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Logan

She… she said she’s going to stay with me.

He felt his heartbeat hammering in his chest, and tried to inhale a few deep breaths to calm it down. Now.. well now he had to get his head back on straight and make sure she understood his complicated past and his intentions in this marriage.

And he’d have to keep his dick under control so that he didn’t maul her at the very first opportunity.

I guess the old man will be happy after all, because I am going to make this work he thought, I totally am.

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The New Wife

Juliet hugged you again just before she left, giving you her cell number - for when you actually had one again, you didn’t get to have them in LPV - in case you needed her for anything. “You and I are going to be good friends,” she firmly pronounced, “call me anytime, I mean it… about anything.”

You’d discovered she had a four-year-old daughter with her now ex-husband. “Urrrgghh….” she’d eyerolled, “that’s a two bottle of wine story for another time.”

Logan had given you the guided tour of his beautiful home, and you had trouble taking in the fact that it was now where you lived. He’d been so sweet about it, too… saying repeatedly that it was “our home” and “our place” and you could make whatever changes you wanted to.

You’d shyly asked if you’d be sleeping with him in the master bedroom, and he’d laughed, “You most certainly will be, angel.” That had brought back the buried memory of what he’d said when he first sampled you, he’d called you angel even then.

Deciding to be bold, when the two of you were sitting on loungers on one of the decks after your house tour, you cleared your throat and said to him, “Logan… I may be a virgin, but at LPV they put me on a Sexual Knowledge course.”

Logan swung his head round to you, eyes dark and looking fiery, “And what does that consist of, exactly?” You swallowed nervously, “Videos, mainly. Porn I guess you’d call it. All the different positions, blow jobs, ummm… men eating pussy, stuff like that.” Logan seemed to relax back into his lounger. He met your gaze again suddenly as he said, “Look, I’m sorry for… tasting… you again during the night. While you slept, or while I thought you were asleep. I shouldn’t have done that - but even so, yes, I did go back for seconds.” You smiled at him, “So I didn’t imagine that, then. It’s absolutely fine, Logan - you’re my husband, and that means you’re entitled to taste me whenever you want.” His eyes widened when he heard your words and he continued to gaze intently at you, asking, “They told me you hadn’t even been scented or sampled until I came along. Is that true?” You nodded, “Yes. No one’s ever touched me except you, Logan. And when you tasted me last night, I believe I had my first orgasm.”

He suddenly shot up off his lounger, saying in a strangled voice, “I’ll just go get us some cold drinks!” and immediately rushed off into the house. You lay back and relaxed, looking up at the rapidly darkening sky and all the stars. Starting to doze off, you reflected that despite its rocky start, your marriage and new life seemed destined to become a dream come true.

Logan returned quite a while later with the cold drinks, mocktails served with ice in tall tumblers. He gently shook your shoulder and you awoke from your little nap. Once he’d sat back down, he sipped his drink for a little while before saying, “You know, it’s all very well LPV making you watch porn to learn about sex, but the only way you’ll properly learn is by doing it. But I’m not about to go all caveman on you, despite how much I might want to.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “ Look… Logan. You’ve plucked me from what I thought was a safe place but in fact it wasn’t, and I’m truly grateful to you for that. I’m your wife and I agreed to obey you in all things. So if you want to fuck me, you don’t have to hold back, please just do it.”

You heard him drawing in a shaky breath, then he sort of growled, “You shouldn’t say things to me like that, angel. I’m really trying to be a good boy for you. I don’t want to put you off sex by mauling you.” He turned his head towards you, “When is your next heat?” “I take inhibitors,” you told him, “they told me I’m highly sexed so I to take them every day instead of just for two days at the end of each cycle. Whenever you want me to go into heat, just let me know and I’ll stop taking the inhibitors.” You looked down into your drink, “CEO Bitch - and that fucking clause - said I must procreate whenever you want to so again, it’s up to you. When is your rut?… only so that I can make sure I’m ready to get you through it. I’ve heard it can be rough if you don’t have a partner.”

Now it was his turn to look down into his drink. “About that,” he said quietly, “What with all my substance abuse, rehab and other shit I’ll bore you with some other time, my ruts haven’t happened for a long, long time. I still got aroused… I take it CEO Bitch told you I’m a Dark Alpha?” You smiled at his use of your nickname for her, “Yes, but to be honest I don’t know what that is.” He nodded, “Well, it’s kinda like the Alpha equivalent of you, angel. A Platinum Omega… I’m the Alpha version. And part of that is we like sex when we like it, not just at rut and heat. Another reason we’re such a good match.”

He cleared his throat, “But apart from making my ruts disappear, my overindulgences also broke my dick. I hadn’t been hard for over six months, angel. Unheard of for me… the mighty fucker that is Logan Delos. I was beginning to panic, I’ll be honest with you. But when I scented and sampled and saw you, I got hard as a rock.”

He smiled over at you as your cheeks pinked up, saying, “I think I’ve got a new addiction, angel.”

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It’s a Deal -Ch. 13

Chapter Summary: Old memories come back to you. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: angsty internal thoughts, no Bucky this chapter.  

A/N: Here it is. I’m sorry I ended up not reblogging all the comments on last chapter before I post this one, but I’ve read and cherish them all, please don’t doubt that. Thank you, incredible Suz, @bucky-the-thigh-slayer you’re a Queen around here. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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You bet that if you told anyone about the scene playing out in your apartment right now, people would scoff their asses off at your face: Saturday afternoon, your living room, the Leader of the Avengers Tech Team, the Director of SHIELD – probably the most powerful organization in the world- and one of the scariest, if not the scariest spy to ever walk on earth. All three of you sitting on your carpet, barefeet, wearing tops and tiny shorts due the heat brought by the bright sun slipping through your windows. A big bowl of popcorn in the center and innumerous chocolate bars everywhere. 

Those afternoons with the three of you are a rare event. First, you had your relationship with Eddie to blame, but now it’s mainly due to your work schedules that almost never are in sync, but whenever there’s an opportunity, there you are.

Your phone's message alerts ringing together bursts into the conversation and the three of you grab your devices simultaneously. You were dreading to see what it was, sure it was something from work, but a huge smile widens in your lips at what you see on your screen.

“Jesus…” Nat says, while, laughing, you three turn the screens to one another, confirming you have received the same message. “Bucky’s a lost cause with that cat. That’s the millionth picture I received of her this week. And she’s always doing something extremely exciting like… sleeping.” She rolls her eyes.

“But we have to admit that little asshole is kinda cute,” Sharon comments looking back at her screen and the picture of the, indeed, sleeping cat.

“She is, right?” You agree, with a huge smile on your face. You and Alpine may have had a somewhat rough start, but you can’t help but admit she’s an adorable little jerk who’s just very protective of her human.

“By the way,” Natasha smirks at you, putting her phone back on her pocket, “I had no idea that was what he meant when he said he would romance the shit out of you.”

“It suits perfectly, though,” Sharon comments, shaking her head and laughing with her.

“It does. Shame on me, I should’ve known better.” Nat agrees.  

“He said that?” You ask with peaked interest you try to disguise in the quietness of your tone while you bite the corner of your lips.

The curiosity in the information doesn’t go unnoticed by them, who just snicker at each other. You decide to ignore that.

“The dude is smitten, Y/N, wake the fuck up.” Natasha not so gently throws a popcorn right on your face.

“Hey,” you whine.

“And so is she, giving that little dreamy look on her face. Wake the fuck up indeed.” Sharon sides with Nat with a huff.

“I’ve created two monsters…” Nat comments like you weren’t even in the room, referring to the fact she is the one who brought you two together.

“It’s not like that…” You barge in their little interaction, catching their attention, before folding your legs up and holding your knees, “I mean… yeah, of course… I can’t help having feelings for Bucky, I mean… he’s…” you pause, searching for the right words to describe him, “He’s Bucky.” You shrug… a small smile curling your lips, “He’s Bucky…” you repeat with a sigh while your gaze wanders away…

It’s just you don’t really need anything else to justify why it’s so inevitable to grow feelings for him and your friends catch on to what you mean, because when you look back at them, they both have stupid and dreamily little looks at you… ones that don’t fit to a couple of spies. 

You clear your throat, letting your initial line of thoughts come back to you, “But it’s not that simple… There’s…’ you falter.

“There’s what?” Nat insists, in a kind way.

But “Who” was the more proper pronoun.

“Eddie…” You whisper.

“Argh…” Sharon groans, tilting her face to her side before, looking back at you, “What about Eddie?”

It was just yesterday that you had your little “encounter” with Bucky. You know it was no coincidence he was there, the little shit must’ve tracked you down… but you couldn’t make yourself care about that when it was so amazing… incredible… Not only the fact that he went down on you in such a shameless way and gave you a mind-blowing orgasm, like he always does. It was also the way he spoke to you…his attitude… not really imposing himself… encouraging you to have fun with your friends… no sign of jealousy. It made you feel special and free and… loved. Really loved for who you are and not for who you make yourself to be to please and that is a tremendously powerful feeling.

Still… you have mixed feelings about it all and Eddie is the reason. Being there with him felt familiar and comfortable, but, in some way different… better than before. It makes you think that he really is engaged into finding not just a way back to you, but also a way to make your relationship work and it certainly weighs over your heart.

You tell your friends all of that.

“Did Eddie notice anything?” Nat asks, reaching over for some popcorn.

“I don’t know,” you answer, “He wasn’t at the table when I returned, but he came back shortly, my friends were still talking about it, but we changed to subject once we saw him. The girls didn’t comment anything again, and he acted normal… I guess he didn’t.” You shrug, starting to bite on your nails.

There’s an annoying little feeling rising in you since the night before and, thinking over it, you recognize it as guilt. Guilt for doing that with Bucky while Eddie was there in Club, guilt for not being bothered by Bucky’s presence, while, at least initially, you were bothered by Eddie’s, guilty for enjoying that Bucky was the one who actively made a move when Eddie didn’t, for missing him more than you missed Eddie, for feeling more positively about his change of mind than Eddie’s, for wanting Bucky more…

Guilt because you know you’re falling for him. For Bucky. And there’s little you can do to stop it.

“What is it?” Sharon asks, tightening her lips and nodding at where you’re chewing your nails.

You promptly stop, bringing your hands to around your knees again, “I guess I wasn’t expecting either of them there.” You decide not to share your most recent thoughts with them.

“You know why both of them were there. It was definitely not a coincidence.” Nat reminds you.

“I know… but it's ok, they were polite...” You brush it off but add, quickly, fighting back a smile at the memories that flashes in your mind, “In their own way.”

“Polite? Even when Bucky had his face up your pussy?” Sharon teases, not letting that one go, and making you give in and let out a laugh while you hide your face with your hands for a moment.

“I was pretty excited to find out he was there, actually,” you admit and their faces light up, which you assume is prompted by your own expression. “It was a thrilling sensation… I can’t quite explain.”

“He really is in love with you…Bucky…” Nat tightens her lips and tilts her head.

You sigh, looking back at her, “I know…” You admit.

They both keep waiting for you to say something else but you don’t know what you could say. No… as a matter of fact, you do. You’re just not ready to put your thoughts out in the world. At first, you had your doubts if what Bucky was feeling was really that deep… but now… something has changed. You believe him. You really do. And you know you’re falling for him, too, but…

Eddie was the one you wanted for so long… you’ve made so many plans with him… Long term plans. You used to see yourself growing old with him and that’s an image that still somehow haunts your feelings. And now… the fact that guilt surrounds the feelings arising for Bucky inside you makes you feel like a cheater. You didn’t feel that when it was just sex, but now you do. And you’re damn scared.

What if you surrender to your feelings now and go to Bucky and then comes a day you’ll realize that you were wrong and Eddie will still be the one you really want? You wanted him for so long… can that really have changed? How can one let go of that feeling, that certainty of being right for each other, without being afraid of doing the wrong thing? And if that happens, if you do the wrong thing now, you will eventually hurt Bucky and that’s definitely the last thing you want.

That’s fucked up and you know it. But it’s what you’re feeling.

You keep it to yourself, though.  

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It’s a few hours after the girls left your place, you take a refreshing and long bath and are about to put on a movie to relax a bit more for the rest of the evening. Maybe that way you can put your thoughts and feelings in order.

That duality of emotions is crushing your mind. You wanted some time alone and you had that… now, you can’t help the feeling that you need to come to a decision, a conclusion of some sort, you just can’t keep pushing it further. For better or for worse. Or you will lose your mind soon.

A comfort movie is in order for all the thinking you need to do, so you set “The Prisoner of Azkaban” on your TV before you head to the kitchen. You’re still pretty full of all the junk food the three of you made a feast of the whole afternoon, so you decide to prepare just an old recipe of peach iced tea your mom has taught you. Perfect for the hot weather, too.

You’ve just added the ice in the jar when your intercom rings. You frown wondering who could that be and check your phone for any missed calls or messages, finding none before answering the intercom.

“Yeah? Oh… no, yeah, sure, come up.” You press the button to let him in. Your heart beats just slightly faster, wondering what could he possibly be doing there.

“Hi,” he greets, once you open the door after he pressed the ringer.

“Hi,” you answer, and without even thinking, just keep staring at him, blocking his way into your apartment while he stands at your door, holding a big box in his hands.

“Can I come in?” He asks, when you say nothing else.  

“Oh, yeah, of course, sorry.” You step aside, allowing Eddie to walk into your living room with a tight smile on his lips.  

“Please,” you gesture towards your sofa and he nods, walking with you over there, “I was about to pour me some iced tea, would you like some?” You offer, tentativeness still present in your tone, while the big box secured in his hands grasps your attention for a second.   

“Your mom’s recipe?” He asks, his whole face lightening up as he takes his seat.

You chuckle and nod.

“Oh, hell yeah, then.”

You take just a little longer than you actually need to fix the tea for the two of you in the kitchen. For some reason, his presence, after the night before, what you did with Bucky and after you coming to terms that you are, indeed, growing feelings for the other guy… it just unsettles you.

After taking a deep breath or two, you come back to the living room. Some small conversation ensues while you take a seat by his side and you two drink from the tea you’ve just prepared.

“Ahm…What’s that?” At some point you give in to the curiosity and nod towards the box now on your center table.

He smiles, before placing his cup on your table and taking the box in his hands. He shifts on the sofa, making room for placing it on one of the cushions between the two of you. “I was taking a look at it at home earlier, it just… I couldn’t help myself… and decided to come by to show you.”

When he opens the lid, placing it aside, you take in the contents, which makes your heart beat a bit funny at the surprise. You recognize pictures of the two of you, letters, a few souvenirs… All of them represent a memory of your relationship.   

“Oh…” you say. You know all that stuff had been stashed in some place, but you never knew he had taken them with him once he moved out.

“Yeah…” Eddie brushes the back of his neck, peering at you from beneath his lashes, “I guess I really wasn’t that confident about my decision when I left…” he shrugs, looking down at the box again, “I just couldn’t leave it behind.”

You give him a tightened and brief smile, before placing your teacup on the table and starting to fumble through the items inside the box. You let out a breathy laugh when you find a picture of the day you two have met… he had founded a study group on advanced software creating techniques and you were the only one to show up.

“Oh my God…” you laugh.

“Yeah… what a couple of nerds,” Eddie chuckles, looking at the picture.

He helps you through the shuffling when you go through some more pictures from college, his family, your family… the day you two closed the deal to buy the apartment… the letter you received when you were both accepted in the Avengers tech team…

You feel the tears gathering in your eyes before they start silently rolling down your cheeks… It’s a weird sensation, it’s like meeting with an old part of yourself, an old friend. One that has never really left, but you almost don’t recognize anymore… leading to a nostalgic and longing feeling.

They’re all good memories stashed on that box… of course… you guess no one is really keen to proposedly keep a souvenir from the bad ones… but that’s not on what your focus lays right now.  Your attention is caught by a particular thing from the box. A small gasp escapes your lungs at the sight.

You look up at Eddie, whose eyes have been intensely trained on you, before you grab the object in your hands.

It’s a scrapbook you two have made through college years. While you silently and carefully go through the pages your life passes in front of your eyes. Movie and concert tickets… more pictures… a few drawings… software ideas you had together… little notes you’ve written to each other… and then, on the very last couple of pages, there they are.

You remember them. The day you two decided to write a letter to each other, telling how you wanted your future to be.

You roam your fingers through the frayed papers… you don’t have to read them again to know what’s there. You remember. Without knowing, in the end you two had written the exact same thing in both letters… among other small stuff, you two wrote you wanted a kick ass job, live in the city in an apartment of your own… and stay together forever.

Your watery gaze follows when Eddie slides down to the floor and kneels before you, taking your hands in his, “I meant every word then and I still do,” he says, softly, staring deeply into your eyes, “I can’t see my future without you… I just can’t.” He shakes his head, before it drops.

You see how his lips twist before he looks up at you again, with a saddened look on his face, “I know how that guy makes you feel…”

Your body freezes just as your heart does and you feel the precise moment when it splits in two. That heavy sensation comes back to your chest when the image of Bucky pops into your mind and suddenly there are two lives running before your eyes. One there, with Eddie, with everything you've ever dreamed of… the other running straight into Bucky's arms and leaving all of that behind.

And you know there's only one right for you.

You're brought back to reality by the sound of Eddie's voice.

 “I- I know about what happened last night, I, ahm, I’ve heard the girls…” he stammers but holds his hold on your hands when you shift on your seat and he senses your discomfort. “No… it’s ok. “I know it’s new… it’s exciting…” he continues, nodding and hastily licking his lips, “And you deserve to explore that. You do… it’s ok.” He puts on a small smile, “But I want you to know that I’m here. I’m waiting for you. I’m waiting for us… for our future. No matter how long it takes. How much fun you need to have with that guy before you realize what I already know.” He smiles wider, “Because I know you and I are it. We’ve always been it.”

You’re frowning while looking down at him. His words making their way into your senses.  

You free one hand of his secured hold to reach over and cup his smiling face.

He leans into your touch.

You make a decision. 

[night-raven-dorms]

Hi Hi can I request the dorm leader's with a s/o that is similar personality as Luna Lovegood? you know unawarely honest and kinda a air head.

Dorm Leaders with a Strange S/O:

A/N: My apologies for quite the long wait. I did a bit of reading through the archives, and I was busy with some personal matters (after all potions don’t brew themselves). While I would love to write for each of the dorm heads, I thought it would be best to narrow it down to 3. I do apologize if it seems a tad out of character as well.

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Riddle Rosehearts:

He has probably experienced stranger and weirder things, so they’re probably “normal” in his eyes

He will call them an idiot at some of the things they say (lovingly of course)

I personally would like to think Riddle enjoys the weird thoughts his s/o has. Mainly because they make him realize things he didn’t think of before. Other times however...

“Riddle, if your pink hedgehog bred with your blue one, do you think they’re offspring would be purple?”

He’s surprised his nose doesn’t have a permanent indent from him pinching it so much

That being said, Riddle would probably use his s/o’s honesty to help him improve and to help run the dorm smoother

“how was that?”

“Better. Your aim is a tad scattered. You’re also too stiff.”

He’ll never say it out loud, but the dreamy and airy tone to they’re voice really helps him relax. Especially when his boiling point is pushing itself. They’re voice is so delicate and gentle

S/o unintentionally spills secrets about their private time in front of others

“stop it” Riddle will say as he pushes your face away from his

“But you said you liked it when I kiss you. You didn’t have a problem when I kept- hmph”

When his s/o first went to visit Night Raven and met the other boys, they were very confused on why a student from another magic school was aimlessly roaming the halls with their head in the clouds

“Are you lost?”

“I’m looking for Riddie~”

If his s/o is interested, he’ll more than happily show them the Queen of Hearts rules

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Azul Ashengrotto:

His s/o was friends with the twins before they started officially dating

Initially he was more curious about you and wanted to crack you open, but seeing how you were so honest, he found that you really didn’t hide anything... more like you didn’t NEED too

Twins turn into the biggest wingmen for him

Being at a different magic school, he and his s/o write letters to each other and he will always prioritize their letters before anything else

“Hey Azul, we got more paperwork”

“Uh huh.”

“And a letter from (Y/N)”

“Give it to me now. You can put the rest on my desk.”

Said letters also keep him grounded if he feels himself getting too greedy or if he feels him losing himself with the pressure between being a student, dorm leader, and manager

They make surprise visits to the lounge because they somehow know when he’s about to pop

A cute ritual Azul and his s/o have together is letting his s/o fix and adjust his suit. Azul loves how they make everything look perfect and will sometimes “forget” to do something so that they can fix it

He finds they’re air headedness endearing because he knows you’re really smart underneath it all

They usually have a straight face on and often get lost in thought, so Azul gives them a quick peck on the lips to bring them back down

That being said, his gentlemanly nature makes them smile and he loves it

He can’t keep secrets from them since they find out anyway

“I’m fine”

“No you’re not. You’ve been staring at the same document for the past 30 minutes. Your right hand is clenched around your pen and you’ve loosened your tie a bit.”

They ask him a lot about his home town because they’re so curious about it

—

Vil Schoenheit:

“How did you become a couple?”

Vil loves to dress them up, and his s/o wouldn’t mind at all

Vil calling his s/o “Doll” as an endearing nickname

His s/o has probably commented once or twice on his make up when it was too cakey or even if his eyebrows were ever so slightly different. While it irks him, he does take some of it in stride and makes alterations to his make up.

(his s/o smiles whenever he does listen to them)

As strange as they might be, Vil curiously adores his s/o’s choices when it comes to beauty because it’s something only they can pull off

Vil practicing new beauty routines with/on his s/o

At the beginning of the relationship, Vil used to get annoyed by his s/o’s blank stares, but now he just sighs and kisses their temple or forehead

Even as skilled as he is with potions, Vil does occasionally have accidents which lead to some injuries

“Don’t look at them, they’re ugly”

“I think they’re beautiful Vil”

“Why?”

“They’re a part of you”

He’s caught off guard at these words because they were said so honestly and with no hesitation

His s/o occasionally fiddles with his hair and he finds it extremely soothing with the way their fingers brush through his hair effortlessly

the delicacy and airiness in they’re voice makes him melt because he finds it so elegant

[elysianslove]

hihihi i just saw your beautiful s/o with dimples with atsumu, osamu and kita so i was wondering if you can do that with akaashi,sakusa and kenma. plz don't overwork yourself and be safe if this is bothering you plz ignore it. i hope you have a great day/night

omg vdhsjds im so excited at having a sakusa request eeeee. also tysm and i hope the same for you, my love <333

akaashi keiji

people think looking at the two of you is illegal cause you’re just that pretty 

i don’t think akaashi’s a looks person as much as he is personality but like even he can’t deny how beautiful you are

and it’s very obvious he thinks that way because whenever he looks at you even if he’s asking you a basic question like what’d you get for number 5 he has heart eyes for you. it’s so blatantly clear how in love with you he is

tries to be subtle about it but he is definitely the type to lose focus when you’re talking to him, especially if you’re being very expressive cause it makes you look ten times more beautiful. not to be mistaken for him being a bad listener no akaashi slander here smh

kinda really dislikes that other people are so infatuated with you. it’s not that he’s a jealous person, he’s the farthest thing from it. he can’t really explain it but whenever he goes to tell you how beautiful he thinks you are he can’t help but think of how insignificant it must be to you because you hear it so often

prove him wrong and kiss him on the lips every time he tells you you’re pretty, please <3

finding out you have dimples is like a shocking thing for him cause how did he never notice??? 

he realizes after one game of is where you meet him after, with a really bright grin on your face as you congratulate him and throw your arms around him. his brain’s like !!!!!! 

he quite literally goes, in a really soft voice, “you have dimples,” like it’s a sudden revelation. he sounds so in awe omg babyhfsjflwjhs

he’s hyperaware of them every moment after. like any time he sees you smile or grin or laugh a really dreamy smile graces his lips a true man in love 

gets teased about it but it’s okay <3333 you’re his gorgeous baby <3333

really, really, really likes to kiss any spot on you that tickles, because then he gets to see you giggle and smile and try to shy away. he always smiles in a way that shows just how mesmerized he is of you. like he is in proper awe. absolutely fascinated. in complete love!

it would be embarrassing but who can blame him

sakusa kiyoomi 

oh my god okay!!!! 

so i think omi would absolutely find you beautiful, he would just never let you know it because he doesn’t wanna inflate your ego, even though it doesn’t seem like you have one???

he also like. doesn’t wanna reduce you to just that. your looks, you know? especially when he starts to realize he has feelings for you. he doesn’t want it to be in his head that he just likes you because you’re pretty, because he knows there’s so much to you than just that

his intentions are pure okay!!

that’s why, as your s/o, whenever he catches people staring at you or when he watches someone trip over their words in front of you, or when you receive so many confessions, he always looks so. angry? annoyed? yeah lowkey he’s jealous but highkey he doesn’t like how people only view you as something pretty to look at

even though the rational part of him knows everybody loves you for more than just your looks

anyways! he has. so. many. photos of you. mainly because he doesn’t like to stare at you in public, so he just saves any and all pictures you send him, plus takes a lot of candids of you so that when he’s in the privacy of his own room he can stare and admire all he wants

like he’s just buried underneath his covers with his phone in his hand with this stupid, loving, soft smile on his lips as he swipes through photos of you

every once in a while when he’s out with you or something and he’s just casually zoned out staring at you it will hit him just how beautiful you are and how you really are his s/o. like it’s kinda one of those dissociating moments where he’s like omfg this person is mine!!!!! and!!!!! they’re so beautiful i want to love them forever!!!!

it’s in a moment like that he notices your dimples 

he doesn’t show his shock but his heart like pinches in his chest at just how much cuter it makes you

loves to show his appreciation for them by lightly stroking your cheek when he kisses you, pulls back and watches you smile. you always smile so bright after kissing him and the dimples are just so,,,, fucking cute. he cannot resist 

the trope of broody person A falling for bright person B with sakusa eeee

kozume kenma 

not a lot catches kenma’s eye, so you are the ultimate special

the reason he was so quick to realize his feelings for you is because the moment he saw you he was like “oh wow they can’t be real.” that was literally his first impression of you, because you were just so radiant? and so gorgeous? how were you this gorgeous? 

of course he absolutely hated that that was his first thought and was like no no no but!! over time as the two of you grew closer he grew to appreciate his feelings towards you more, grew more accepting of them, you know? 

likes to act so nonchalant about your beauty just to piss you off honestly. so if you buy a new outfit and go to show it off to him expect him to just shrug and be like, “it’s okay i guess.” if kuroo’s there though make sure to ask him how you look. that gets kenma off his high horse bsdhksbhd

he does like to remind you every once in a while randomly that he really, and i mean really, thinks you’re beautiful. like you’ll be sitting down at a study date with him at home and all of a sudden he’ll nudge you with his foot to grab your attention and go, “you know i think you’re beautiful right?” 

once the initial shock wears off please just leap on him and smother him with kisses. it’ll leave him a blushing mess oh my goodness

just fall onto the bed on top of him and ask him things like, “aw you really think i’m pretty, baby?” and kiss all over his face. he will not reply, but take his silence and his impossibly red face as a yes <3

it’s a moment like that that he realizes you have dimples!! you’re hovering above him after he’d just called you beautiful with such a pretty, wide smile on your face that instead of avoiding your gaze like he usually does, he does a double take and kinda lifts himself up on one elbow, then he lifts his other hand and pokes at your cheek and goes, “oh my god.” 

then he giggles. kenma giggles

like yeah thanks now i’m in love with you even more

gives each cheek a kiss, and then falls back onto the bed still laughing, which dies out in a sigh 

he thinks you’re ridiculously cute 

like i said, he already thought you were literally unreal

but now??? god help him you were just. so perfect. and all his too wow <3333

[otptings]

Reunited

✖︎Idol: Park Jisung

✖︎Genre: Fluffffy

✖︎Word Count: 1237

✖︎Synopsis: Tours are hard, but being reunited is all you could ask for

✖︎A/n: edited, the original goes by the name of tour. requests are open for enhypen, treasure, and svt. if you enjoyed this please like, reblog, or donate to my ko-fi in my bio thank you so much

“I miss you.” You held back your laughter at the sight of Jisung puffing out his cheeks in an obvious pout.

“Only two more weeks, then you’ll be back in my arms.”

“That’s boring, why can’t I just teleport there now? Or better yet you teleport here?” Shaking your head at his childishness you couldn’t help but feel the same. There have been more than enough lonely nights to last you for the rest of your days. Nights that were spent looking at all of the various photos and videos that Jisung - tried to-  regularly send you, along with scouring the Dreamies Youtube channel for any videos he forgot to tell you about.

You were more than grateful he was able to experience the tour, especially now that his knee was fully healed, but a miniscule part of you wanted him to be here, wrapped around you like a koala, your favorite habit of his. You’d give anything to be suffocating because of the immense warmth he constantly radiated, your head laying on his chest to listen to his heart beat. The moment when you’d look up at him only to see him already staring back, a sweet smile on his face as he leant down to place a kiss on your temple. Moments you wished you hadn’t taken for granted.

“I miss you more than you know, but I’ve seen all of your performances. You make me so proud everytime I watch them.” A dark blush spread of Jisung’s cheeks. He was weak to compliments. A mumbled ‘he’s on the phone’ was heard before the dressing room dorm burst open, the rest of the Dreamies making an appearance. The boys rushed to the camera, the sound of their screams and greetings making you giggle.

“Don’t think I forgot about you guys, I miss you too.” A mix of Korean and English could be heard, but due to their overexcitement actually understanding was out of the question. Jisung muttered a quick ‘bye’ before the phone beeped, signaling that he hung up. You laughed at his panicked expression before realizing he didn’t end the call with an I love you. Or the next time you’d talk.

Touring makes it hard to schedule things, having an estimated time when you two could talk did help. Giving you something to look forward to between his performances and your school schedule. You had started to get deep into your thoughts when your phone dinged.

Jisungie🐹

I love you ❤️i’ll try and call you tomorrow before practice

A smile spread across your face at his text. Jisung wasn’t forgetful, you don’t even know why you were so worried. Laying back against your pillows you grabbed your stuffed bear, a present Jisung had given you on your 6 month anniversary, hugging it close to your chest, attempting to ignore the empty sensation in your chest that had been steadily growing since he boarded the plane.

Three weeks can’t pass quickly enough.

Stuffing your hands in your pocket you huffed impatiently. You were waiting, just standing there waiting for the aircraft to deplane and the door to open revealing the purple hair boy, for the aching in your chest to finally be alleviated when he held you in his arms for the first time in months.

You felt your breath hitch when the gate doors opened without warning. 6 months, 26 weeks, and 4380 hours without Jisung, he’s finally back. People slowly started to trickle out, and your impatience only grew when none of them were your boys. After what felt like hours - approximately 5 minutes - Mark’s bright blue hair came into view. A mixture of relief and elation rushed through you at the sight of Jisung, his eyes moving rapidly before meeting yours, the same emotions flooding through them.

What you did was stupid, giving the company free ammunition to be mad at you. In your defense NCTzens already knew about your relationship, after 1 year together the company released a statement before Dispatch had the pleasure of creating a scandal. So what if you gave them a few couple pictures to leak.

Jisung met you halfway, his neck pillow laying discarded on the ground, arms wrapping around your waist tightly, as if he was scared you’d leave. That wasn’t a problem, your arms draped over his shoulders, holding him just if not more close. In your brain you could make out the Dreamies cooing over you too, but your attention was mainly on the feeling of your chest finally being full for the first time in 6 months, your other half was back.

You hadn’t realized just how much you missed the feeling of his arms around you, feeling protected in the way he seemed to fully wrap around you. You pulled away only long enough to look up at Jisung, frowning at his watery eyes.

“You’re crying.” Jisung’s hand came to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away the tear you hadn’t realized you were shedding. Giggling, you buried your face back into Jisung’s chest. You refused to let go.

“Are they really crying? Oh my god we’re gonna be here all day.” You couldn’t see the aftermath of Haechan’s dramatic yelling, but you did hear the soft thud of someone smacking his arm - later you found out it was Renjun due to Haechan's whining about how unfair it was.

“It’s young love, they missed each other let them be.” Jaemin began to scold them, protecting his two babies as he always does.

Come on guys, let’s head to baggage claim. Sooner we get there, sooner we can go home.” Jeno’s voice broke through and you finally pulled away, not before he wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you tightly pressed to his side as you walked.

In a total of 37 minutes all 7 of the boys got their bags - including Haechan’s extra bag for souvenirs - loaded them into the van with the help of their manager, and returned back to the dorms, where you were currently curled into Jisung’s side as the other boys were spread out around the dorm, minus Chenle, Mark, and Haechan who were at their respective residences.

Jisung’s head laid on your chest while your fingers ran through his hair, massaging his scalp and listening to the soft sighs that left his mouth, his own hand playing with the bottom of your shirt, fingers threatening to touch the smooth skin underneath.

“I really missed you” Tilting his head up Jisung looked at, relief still evident in his eyes, “It’s hard being so far away from you, I can’t sleep in those different hotel rooms. Of course I have my members, but it’s not the same as having you beside me.”

“You’re back now, and you can’t act as if the tour was all bad. How was it anyway?”

Jisung recounted the tour days for you, making sure to spare no detail of how they convinced Renjun to reenact his voice crack on the stage during the encore, or when they woke Mark on his birthday by pouring water on him and how Haechan was the one to take all of the blame, or when they all decided to gave themselves temporary tattoos with a sharpie and how the makeup artists lectured them for hours while trying to get rid of the black ink - except for Mark who use blue because it was his favorite color.

Tours are rough on both of you, but being reunited is all you could ever ask for.

[peanutpinet]

Lucas x Reader (mafia)

A/N: I dunno if this is a bad thing or not but I immediately got an idea from this writing prompt I found on Pinterest where character A found out character B got into a "fight" and got hurt then character A swipe their thumb across character B's bloodied lip and asked "Who did this to you", kay I'm weak

Alright, I'm a bit emotional because I had just submitted my final assignment and sorta used Lucas' name in my assignment but immediately jumping straight here XD

Theme: abuse (just a bit but I still put it out here), scary Lucas and some fluff!!

Kay, for this scenario, I, once again, imagine that Lucas is the head of the WayV unit of the NCT mafia. Also, to clarify, the NCT mafia that I imagine doesn't really do anything bad. Instead, they are more so a group that the government decided to build to serve the world but doesn't necessarily follow the rules; something like a secret agency but wilder.

Anyways, everyone in the business world practically knows who NCT is, who the members are and that NCT are always watching. No matter what business they are, wherever they are, NCT has eyes everywhere. Which is why no one dared to question them and would never try to challenge them in any shape or form.

With that being said it didn't mean that NCT was never harmed or was never targeted by other mafias that were trying to run illegal businesses all over the world. It's just that they were always unsuccessful when it came to challenging NCT because NCT would always be one step ahead of them.

Which was why when someone harmed you, Lucas' girlfriend, it nearly shook the entire NCT. Okay, let's rewind how it all happened and actually put some context to how you guys met and how your relationship became what it is.

So, just as the previous Lucas fic I did, you were just a college student while Lucas, is the head of the WayV unit, a sub-unit of NCT that mainly takes care of business in China/Hongkong/Taiwan/Southeast Asian countries. You were in your 2nd year of college when you met Lucas. It was an accident, really.

You were walking back to your dorm after hanging out with your friends who weren't living at the dorm. You told them that the dorm was nearby and you would be fine on your own; adding that you have been taking some self-defence class. But unfortunately, tonight was just not your night, or was it?

You were almost by your dorm's gate when a gang of motorcycles rushed past you, one of them grabbing your bag while you tried to hold onto it. Unfortunately, you were overpowered and ended up falling on your butt while the gang of motorcycles were cheering until another gang of motorcycles and cars blocked their path.

And of course, one of them was Lucas. Lucas came out of the car and confronted the low gang motorcycles, telling them off unless they wanted to take it further which by the look of the gang, they were not expecting the NCT to come and deal with them since normally, it would be the police.

"I'm only going to tell you off just once. Stand down and stay where you are unless you want this problem to escalate further" Lucas growled at the motorcycle gang who just stood their stance

"Round them up. Now, which one of you, ahh, there you are" Lucas mentioned, grabbing your bag which the gang stole

Honestly, you were just stunned. You weren't expecting two different gangs to be doing this late at night and on a school night at that. You just sat on the ground watching the whole scene unveil until Lucas went up to you, extending his hand out which you nervously grabbed.

"You alright? This must be yours" Lucas stated, handing you your bag while your hand was still in his

"Huh? Oh, yea, thank you. Ar-are you like with the police or like is this a gang fight because if it is then I better go back to my dorm..." you stuttered, earning a chuckle from Lucas

"No. We're not really with the police but we're also not really fighting that gang. You can definitely say we're a gang but our gang doesn't really do those bad things. We're more so, cleaning up the trash" Lucas chuckled

"Oh, okay then. Um, thanks again for this" you uttered, shyly looking away

"Anytime. Take care. May our paths cross again someday" Lucas commented, letting go of your hand and heading back to his group

And cross paths you both did. Truth was that Lucas secretly spied on you because you left that much of an impression on him. It didn't take long for Lucas to finally came and told you how he felt because that night he saw you walking back to your dorm, alone, again. Worried that something similar would happen again, he didn't hesitate to come up to you and walked you back.

From walking you back to your dorm, to exchanging contacts and 'i love you' to now, almost a full year of dating. Throughout the whole year, Lucas slowly introduced you to all of NCT. Starting from WayV to the Dreamies who were closer to your age along with some new members (Sungchan and Shotaro) before NCT 127. At this point, everyone in NCT knows that you and Lucas were a thing and was even happy for y'alls relationship, supporting you every step of the way(V); especially the WayV members.

From the beginning of your relationship, Lucas would already tell you what he does and that he promise you that he would never let anyone harm you; and even if they did, they would pay for it. Lucas also told you that he would never exclude you from your life just because you were dating him and you would have every right to do whatever you wanted to do (just with some additional protections).

Lucas and the other NCT members also allowed for you to come to visit them at their headquarters or even at their own apartments whenever you wanted to (remember the visit to Lucas' apartment, yea). And today was one of those days.

After the incident on campus, Lucas made sure that he would be the one to pick you up and drop you off to campus since you practically moved in with him after the incident. If he couldn't make it, he would have someone from NCT do so. They would even accompany you wherever you wanted to go because to them, it was an excuse to get out from the boring meetings that occurred too regularly.

Today, Xiaojun and Hendery were the ones to pick you up because they were passing by your campus. You texted the two boys that you were just going to have a consultation with your lecturer for your final paper and told them to wait for 15 minutes.

But while Lucas did his best to make sure you were unharmed by anyone involved in NCT, there were just some things out of his control. Because as it turns out, your "consultation" turned to be a trap. There was a rumour going around your college about the literature lecturer abusing female students but there was never any proof so no one really believed the rumour, yourself included.

WARNING!! IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE READING ABOUT ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR, PLEASE SKIP THIS PART!!

When you went into the lecturer's room, you were quick to notice something was off. How your lecturer purposely brushed his hand over yours, leaning his head a bit too forward to your liking and finding excuses to get closer to you. Just when you were saved by a phone call from Xiaojun, your lecturer was also quick to notice your behaviour. He grabbed your phone and throwing it off your hand before pinning you to the door, locking it.

You tried your best to fight off with the self-defence lessons you took and learnt from some members of NCT but once again, when you're faced with the actual situation, sometimes, it doesn't turn out how you expected. While you managed to kick your lecturer and got free of his grip, you failed your escape as your lecturer yanked your hair back, making you hit your head on his desk before being welcomed with a hard slap that cut your lip.

Over at Xiaojun and Hendery's side, the second you didn't answer their 5th call, they knew something was wrong. Pulling out the GPS for the tracker they put in your phone, they followed it and arrived in front of the literature's office. Hearing grunts and screams, both Xiaojun and Hendery didn't waste any time on breaking the door.

Entering the room, Xiaojun was quick to pull the lecturer off and gave him a hard punch whilst Hendery went to see your weak figure by the desk, ripped shirt, cut lip and bruises covering most of your body. Hendery immediately took his jacket off and putting it around you, calling out to Xiaojun to get out of there.

Kay, you can continue reading from here!!

"Oi!! Xiaojun!! We should go now!!" Hendery called out

"Shouldn't we grab the douche as well? Lucas would want to have a word with him" Xiaojun complained, grabbing the passed out lecturer by the collar

"We can always track him again. The problem is getting (Y/N) to safety. C'mon!!" Hendery protested, holding your figure firmly

"Fine. He's dead sooner than later" Xiaojun sighed, throwing the lecturer on the ground, helping Hendery bring you back to headquarters

Upon arriving, the three of you were greeted by some of the dreamies and WayV members, mainly Renjun, Jeno, Ten and Winwin. The four of them were informed by Hendery that you were going to need some treatment as soon as possible before Lucas finds out about the situation. Renjun and Jeno were quick to take you from Hendery and Xiaojun, helping you to the treatment room where Ten and Winwin were.

"No one informed the others or Taeyong or even Lucas about this, right?" Xiaojun asked

"Lucas and Taeyong are out with the 'Make A Wish' unit to finish with the business contract. Depending on how that go, Lucas can either be very pissed when he finds out or..." Renjun mentioned

"Or he could be ready to kill you both" Ten blurted, helping to treat the bruises on your arm and legs while Winwin have a look on your face

"Guys!! They're back!!" Jeno stated, making everyone in the room tense while you were somewhat asleep

"Quick!! We have to move her to a different room, they're for sure going to come here first" Hendery mentioned

"Who do you have to move and why?" everyone heard Jaehyun mentioned

"Jae...hyun-hyung...and Lucas-hyung, hey!!!" Renjun stuttered as the others were trying to cover you from their sight

"Why are there 6 of you here? Xiaojun and Hendery too? Is (Y/N) resting somewhere? In the kitchen?" Lucas questioned as everyone nervously sweats

"Ummm, yea, she's resting. She said she was extremely tired. Her classes finished a bit late. We had to wait for a good hour when we arrived" Hendery nervously answered

"Weird. I would normally get a text from her. Maybe she's napping" Lucas sighed, looking at his phone

"Lu...cas..." you mumbled as the boys tried to cover it up

"Huahhh, Lucas-hyung. Jaehyun-hyung. You must be tired. How did the meeting go?" Jeno tried to divert the conversation

"Wait, that, sounded like (Y/N). Is she napping here?" Lucas asked, trying to look around as the others blocked his view

"What? No!!! She's in your resting room" Renjun argued

"Lucas? Jaehyun? Taeyong wants us to have a quick meeting right now" everyone heard Doyoung mentioned

"Doyoung-hyung!! How did the mission go?" Xiaojun asked as Doyoung went into the room

"Not that good. Which is why Taeyong wants a meeting on our plans for the next step. C'mon, we have to go" Doyoung ranted, pulling both Lucas and Jaehyun out of the room

"Tell (Y/N) to see me in my office later!!" Lucas stated before being dragged out of the room with Jaehyun

"You got it!!" everyone muttered

"Ten-hyung, Winwin-hyung, please be quick!! Hang in there (Y/N)" Jeno mumbled as the two older men treated you

Time skip for an hour or so

"We did everything we could. She has to see him either way" Ten argued

"He's going to kill us" Hendery reasoned

"Well, you might as well tell him now before he finds out on his own. And maybe have the douche's location ready so he wouldn't lash out at you. Plus, if the both of you were there with her, he wouldn't kill you. He would never do it in front of her" Winwin stated

"They're right Hendery. We gotta tell him. At least we won't die that quickly if we tell him when (Y/N)'s with him" Xiaojun mentioned

"Alright, (Y/N), wakey wakey, let's see your boyfriend" Hendery groaned as he was about to wake you up but saw an empty bed

"UHHH!! Xiaojun?! Ten-hyung?! Winwin-hyung?! WHERE IS (Y/N)?!" Hendery panicked

"Where's Jeno and Renjun?!" Xiaojun questioned, looking back at the two older ones who shook their head

"Crap!! Hendery we gotta go, now!! Thank you for treating her!!" Xiaojun exclaimed, dragging Hendery out of the room to Lucas' office

At Lucas' office

"Hyung? Can we come in? (Y/N) is here" Renjun stated as Lucas perked from his chair

"Come on in!!!" Lucas exclaimed, ready to welcome you with a big hug especially since he already freshened up

However, Lucas was not expecting to see you still wearing the same clothing you did in the morning when he dropped you off to campus with Hendery's jacket around you. Not only that, the more he walked closer to you, the more evident the bruises on your body were. At this point, Lucas was more than ready to kill both Hendery and Xiaojun but he had to calm his nerves and take care of you first.

"(Y/N)...sweetheart, what happened? Who did this to you?" Lucas questioned, running his right thumb across your dry bloodied lip while his left hand was placed softly behind your head

"Please...please don't kill them" you managed to state, looking down from Lucas' gaze at the same time he heard loud footsteps coming to his office

"We can explain!!!" Hendery exclaimed as he and Xiaojun were panting when arriving by Lucas' doorframe

"In, both of you. Jeno, Renjun, you both can leave" Lucas stated as he brought your figure behind his desk, straddling you on his lap as Renjun and Jeno left

"Before you get mad at us. We have a good explanation" Hendery muttered

"It better be" Lucas growled but calmed down when you nuzzled your head on his neck, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders

After some explanation, Lucas was more than furious at what happened. Was the warning towards the bastard couple not enough to inform the campus that you were off-limits? What's more was that your so-called lecturer was a regular at one of NCT's bar and even part of the businessmen that didn't fully agree to the agreement they were dealing with.

"Wow. Talk about killing two birds with one stone" Lucas chuckled, wrapping his arm firmly around your waist, making sure you wouldn't fall since you were asleep

"You're not going to kill us, right?" Hendery asked

"If you both manage to get that bastard in the bar within half an hour, I'll reconsider it. And the both of you better come as well. Now get on it and explain everything to Taeyong-hyung as well. Go." Lucas instructed and the two immediately left the office

"Love. Do you want to sleep here or back home?" Lucas softly asked, bringing your face to meet his

"Hmm? Anywhere, as long as you're there" you yawned

"Do you mind staying at the base just for tonight? I have to deal with something" Lucas mumbled, brushing your hair off your face, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead

"Don't hurt Xiaojun and Hendery, okay? They helped me. It wasn't their fault for what happened. It was also not your fault, so don't blame yourself too" you muttered, nuzzling back into Lucas' neck, inhaling his signature scent

"If that's what you want. I won't hurt them. But I can't promise for your lecturer" Lucas sighed, patting your head

"He, he hurt others as well. He deserved to be hurt too" you sighed

"Is that so? Anything for you sweetheart. Now, I'll leave you with the dreamies and under 127's supervision, is that alright?" Lucas questioned tho it was more so a statement

"Hmm. Be careful, alright? Everyone has to come back safely" you mentioned, feeling a smirk forming on Lucas' face

"Will do sweetheart. Get some rest" Lucas mumbled, kissing the side temple of your face before carrying you to the dreamies' dorm, entrusting you with Jeno and Renjun

At the bar

"She alright?" Taeyong questioned, walking into the bar with Lucas and the 'Make a Wish' unit

"Yea. Left her with the rest of the dreamies. Sorry that we had to work this late" Lucas sighed

"It's alright hyung. We won't let anyone harm our sister and gets away with it" Jaemin mentioned

"You guys actually called her sister?" Lucas chuckled

"Of course!! She's the same age as most of us, dreamies. Plus, she's so much fun to be around with" Shotaro added

"They'll pay for what they did. Just look at them" Jaehyun chuckled, opening the door to their office in the bar, revealing Xiaojun and Hendery holding the lecturer and the other businessman down

"Wow, it really is killing two birds with one stone" Lucas smirked

"You, you can't kill us. The government wouldn't allow it!!" the leader spoke

"Oh? Who said anything about killing when you're already dead" Taeyong scoffed, sitting on the chair behind the desk

"Wh, what do you mean, dead?" the lecturer stuttered

"Heh, he's all yours Lucas" Taeyong stated

"You see. The second you lay on that student today, you're already in our death note. No one. And I mean no one. Touches my queen without my permission. Especially a bastard that harms other people's queens. Oh, the things I'm going to do to you. It'll make you wish that you were actually dead" Lucas snickered, stepping on the lecturer's throat, just enough to make him suffocate to Lucas' liking

A/N: Well, that ended a bit dark

[lyricalporcupine]

Talking about how much they love the other to friends/family pls 😊

Here ya go! I did both Yasha and Beau and there is a time skip. I also got carried away with Beau’s part so oops lmao

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“You’re such a fucking sap,” Molly cajoled.

Yasha smirked and shoved her friend, causing him to stumble a bit on the street. He laughed as he regained his balance and turned around to face Yasha, walking backwards without regard to the other people.

“It’s true, darling,” he drawled with his own smirk.

Yasha felt herself flush and knew her face was red to the tips of her pointed ears. “She makes me happy,” Yasha said simply with a shrug and soft smile.

“Ugh,” Molly exclaimed, turning with a flourish that allowed Yasha close the small distance between them to allow them to walk side by side again. “Why?”

Yasha’s soft smile grew. “She’s strong. She’s really funny. She’s smart as hell. She’s honest,” Yasha said with a chuckle, “even if it hurts.”

“She’s an asshole,” Molly countered, to which Yasha laughed.

“I like that she’s an asshole,” Yasha said with a shrug.

Molly smirked at her. “You would.”

Yasha bumped his shoulder and he bumped hers in return.

“Anything else,” Molly asked after a few moments. “What else attracts you to the grumpy one?”

Yasha was silent for a while, hands shoved into her coat pockets. She was quiet for so long that Molly figured she wasn’t going to answer. But then, softly, Yasha said, “She makes me feel safe.”

Molly stared up at his friend. He knew exactly what that meant for her and how important it was. He finally realized that, to Yasha, Beau meant something so precious to her. Something Yasha had been looking for for years that Molly himself had tried to give her. Beau, to Yasha, meant home.

He huffed, his breath drifting up in front of him as steam in the cold air. He linked his arm through Yasha’s and pushed into her side. “You love her.” It wasn’t a question.

Yasha gave a small nod. “So much.”

Molly heaved a dramatic sigh. “Does this mean I can’t tease her anymore,” he asked with a pout.

Yasha chuffed. “She’d probably think you were sick if you didn’t bicker.”

“Well I am all about keeping up appearances,” he said with a self important sniffle.

Yasha laughed outright. “You’re an asshole,”’she said with all the affection she could muster for the tiefling. Which was quite a lot.

“Yes, I am,” he agreed happily. Then he smiled up at her. “But you like assholes. Remember?”

Yasha smirked down at him before kissing him on his horn. “Yes, I do.”

~~~~~~

It was a rare event that Beau visited her parents. She hated doing it, mostly because of her father. But she went, at least once a month, just to see TJ. Beau’s disdain for her parents wasn’t his fault and Beau hoped, that by spending time with him that he wouldn’t pick up their shitty attitude. As the years trudged on, TJ, thankfully, didn’t seem to be anything like their father.

Instead, much to their parents’ chagrin, TJ had instead picked up his sister’s mannerisms, quick wit, and snark. And as a pre-teen, it was only getting worse. Or better, if you asked Beau, who encouraged him.

Despite this, their parents would allow TJ to visit his sister for a week or so, mainly during the summer while school was out. He’d pack a bag and all but run to her car when she showed up and throw himself at her.

Now they sat on the floor of Beau and Yasha’s living room, playing a racing game TJ brought with him. They were neck and neck, tied in their wins. This was the last race and as

Beau was poised for a victory, Yasha walked out of the bedroom and kissed the top of Beau’s head, which caused her to completely forget the game and crash into a wall as she turned her attention to her fiancé.

“I’m meeting Molly,” she said as she checked her purse. Yasha wore a sun dress, something she didn’t often wear, and turned to smile at Beau and TJ when he turned to look at her after crossing the finish line. “I’ll be back later. I was thinking burgers for dinner?”

TJ’s face lit up. “And milkshakes,” he asked hopefully.

Yasha smiled and walked over to ruffle his slightly curly and very shaggy hair. “Only if you let Beau win,” Yasha teased.

“Oh, nevermind then,” he said and turned back to the tv.

“You little asshole,” Beau said with a laugh.

“Beau!”

“What,” Beau asked defensively. “He knows I’m kidding!”

“I know she’s kidding,” TJ echoed.

Yasha sighed and bent to kiss Beau. “Behave,” she said as she headed for the door.

An echo of “No!” followed her out the door.

Beau and TJ smiled at each other as he picked a new game and Beau set her controller aside, content to watch him play.

“Dad says you’re engaged,” TJ said as he got up and shuffled through his games. He looked over at Beau as she relocated to the couch.

“Yuppers,” she replied. “I was gonna talk to you about that, actually.” She smiled at him and asked, “Want to be a ring bearer?”

“I can’t be your best man,” he asked with a grin.

Beau laughed and raised up her arm, flattening her hand, palm down. “Sorry, you gotta be be at least this tall.”

He glared and flipped her off. She only laughed harder which caused him to smile. “Sure, I can be a ring bearer.”

“Excellent,” Beau said. “Yasha will be thrilled I finally asked.”

“When’s the wedding,” he asked as he finished picking a game and came to sit beside his sister, picking up his controller on the way.

“Next fall,” Beau answered. “Yasha likes the colors.”

“Neat,” TJ replied. “You and Yasha have been together a long time.”

Beau chuckled. “You sound like my friends. They think it’s overdue.”

TJ shrugged. “Maybe they’re right.”

Beau shrugged back. “Eh, we got there in the end. All that matters.”

“You inviting Dad,” TJ asked.

“Well if you and Mom are gonna be there, kinda have to invite the old man, too,” Beau said.

“I could accidentally on purpose break his leg so he has to stay home,” TJ offered.

Beau laughed. “Then you and Mom would have to stay home and take care of him.” She gave him a sideways smile. “Thanks for the offer, though, little brother.”

“Anytime,” he said with a laugh. “So, who asked who?”

Beau smiled and flashed her left hand and waggled her fingers until TJ turned to look at the small blue diamond on her ring finger. “She did.”

TJ looked at the ring then up at is sister. “She has poor taste.”

Beau’s mood fell a bit. “Like you’re some ring expert.”

“Not the ring,” he said. “You.”

Beau made a squawking noise and shoved TJ’s shoulder. “Fuck you!”

He laughed as he fell onto his side. “Fuck you, back!” He never paused in his game.

TJ eventually sat back and smiled. “So,how did you know?”

“How did I know what,” Beau asked.

“How did you know she was ‘the one,’” he asked, laying his controller down to air quote.

Beau smirked. “Really want to know? It’s sappy shit.”

TJ shrugged. “I mean. I did ask.”

“Fair.” Beau repositioned herself and draped her leg over the couch arm. “I always thought she was hot, ya know?”

“She is very pretty,” TJ cut in.

Beau smirked. “I’ll be sure to tell her you said that.”

TJ whipped around to face Beau, his dark skin turning darker with a blush. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

Beau laughed and gently nudged him. “Don’t be a shit and maybe I won’t.” TJ pouted at her and Beau laughed harder. “Anyway. She’s always been hot. And she’s sweet as hell. A literal fucking angel, ya know?”

TJ was nodded like he did, in fact, know.

“But there was a moment, so fucking small, that sealed the deal,” Beau said with a dreamy sigh.

“What was it,” TJ asked, finally pausing his game and turned to Beau, wholly focused on her and the story now.

“We’d been dating for a few months,” Beau continued. “And while out doing some errands, we decided, on a whim, to stop at this antiques store. Nothing there caught my eye,” Beau said before quickly standing and heading over to a bookshelf next to the tv. It held books, of course, but also a few knick knacks. Beau reached for a small clay figurine of a dog, one of a set of five, and turned back to TJ.

“She bought this set of dog figures,” Beau said, a dopey grin on her face. “She had been so excited to have found them. As excited as if they’d been real dogs.” Still holding the figure, Beau walked back over to the couch and sat down and handed the dog to TJ to look at. “You don’t really remember, cause you were still pretty little, but Yasha used to be really standoffish. She was quiet and didn’t talk much.” Beau smiled at her brother. “You fell in love with her immediately, nearly forgetting all about me when we came to visit.”

TJ blushed at Beau’s words.

Beau smiled warmly at him. “That was one of the first times she really came out of her shell.” Beau’s eyes slid shut as she recalled the memory, a large grin on her face. “She was so beautiful in that moment.” Beau’s eyes opened but she didn’t seem to really see TJ in front of her, still lost in her memories. Then she blinked and her eyes focused. “It was one of the cutest fucking things I’d ever seen. The way she lit up, little brother. Brighter than the sun.

“That’s when I knew I would spend the rest of my life with her.”

She smiled at her brother, who simply stared back. He finally handed back the clay dog and nodded. “You were right.”

Beau took the figure and cradled it to her chest. “About what?”

“It really was sappy shit.” Then he smiled at her.

Beau launched from her spot and tackled him, lightly pinching his shoulder as she sat on him.

They eventually came apart, laughing and sweaty from their tussle. Beau put the figure back on the shelf, grateful it didn’t break, and sat back on the couch. TJ went back to his game and they were content in their silence.

Finally TJ said, “I’m really happy you have Yasha. And I’m happy she has you, too.”

Bea smiled and ruffled TJ’s hair. “And I’m happy you’re here, too. We both love you.”

“Ugh,” TJ groaned. “Stop.”

Beau laughed and turned back towards the tv, happy with how her life had shaped up to be.

[barzzal]

babysitting for dummies

summary: you and your boyfriend tyson figure out how to calm a crying baby.

↳ pairing: tyson jost x you

↳ warnings: extreme baby fever, does that count?

↳ genre: fluff, established relationship

↳ length: imagine; 1.1k

↳ masterlist: the barn

note: this is a bit short but i’ve just written it mainly to compensate with my insane baby fever given all the hockey men and kids content i’ve been seeing. also, i’m tagging a few babes i know that are a sucker for josty as well (i finally wrote for him!!) @hookingminor​ @justjosty​ @hockey-ice​ 

You were almost sure that babysitting your nephew was a good idea not until your home was filled with non-stop crying coming from an all too fuzzy little babe named Lucas.

Though at this rate, the crying might even be coming from a now frustrated Tyson eagerly scrolling on his phone, googling endless ways on how to stop a baby from crying. 

“Can’t we just feed him another bottle?” He frustratingly asks for the hundredth time yet again burying his face in his palms just to muffle a scream. It didn’t help much to stop the baby’s crying and neither did it do much to your and Tyson’s despair. 

“Come on, we can’t just shove a bottle up in his mouth every time he gets crazy.” You continue rocking your body back and forth, making sure that the baby was as close to your chest as needed to somehow mimic the warmth his own mother gives off.

You reach your head down close to his body in order to get a quick whiff just to make sure that that area wasn’t the reason why he was being such a brat.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” You cooed, holding him close to your body whilst you continue soothing him with a lullaby that he’s gotten used to hearing whenever it’s nap time. 

“Okay okay, it says here to try swaying him side to side in a swift motion.” He announces with hope in his voice. Tyson swears he has never experienced such a mind numbing scenario in his life. He’s not even sure if his hearing’s still right once all the bloody crying stops. 

Oh the things he’d give just to make it stop.

You try to do what he said and sway your nephew side to side like a mad man.

“This doesn’t feel right, babe! I feel like his head’s gonna come off or something!” Your voice sounded unsure and alarmed which only made things worse at Tyson’s end because he knows how much you knew about babies so the fact that you couldn’t stop this child, who was your kin for the matter, just made the whole narrative a lot harder for him to bear. 

Finally, Tyson decides he’s had enough and stands from the couch, leaving all the stuffed animals and picture books lying around. 

“Give it to me, let me try.” The only thing he sees other than a wailing Lucas was the glare you’ve got going on when he was trying to get the baby.

“He’s a ‘he’ not an ‘it’, mister.” You walk over to the kitchen to get one of his bottles. 

“Well, he doesn’t look like one right now!” He starts to laugh, making you roll your eyes at his innate goofiness. 

“Stop it.” You say. When you see his arms still asking for the 3 month-old infant, you begin feeling the weight the baby had in your arms that the idea of Tyson having him even just for a little while sounded so appealing. You let out a sigh before finally deciding that trying would be your best resort at this point. 

“Fine. Don’t you dare drop him!” You half-shouted, quite hesitant to let the clumsiest man you’ve ever known carry something so fragile, let alone a child that couldn’t be easily replace with just a quick run to the grocery.

Tyson takes Lucas from your arms and places him safely in his, “Careful! The head, baby. The head.” You remind him, your hands suspended into mid-air, readying yourself in the event that Tyson does drop him.

He looks at you once the little one is settled in his arms, albeit still with the wild squirming and crying going on. “See? I got him.” He says, now treading his way back to the living room and towards the giant mirror articulately placed across the love seat as per Tyson’s request back when you first moved in your shared apartment. 

You didn’t mind him anymore and instead started to clean up some of Lucas’ stuff scattered around the kitchen island. You make your way to the powder room to get Lucas’ wash kit when the familiar quietude of your home starts ringing in your ears.

Have I gone deaf? You think. With a baby bag filled with wipes and Lucas’ soft towels wrapped in your left arm and a couple of his milk bottles on the other, you get out of the powder room and hurriedly stride your way towards where Tyson was, anxious as to what might’ve possibly caused him to stop crying; only to see Tyson bouncing him back and forth in front of the mirror. 

“Who’s that? Do you know who that is?” Tyson coos in a voice you never thought he’d ever use. The baby that was once screaming bloody murder, was now giggling at the way Tyson showed him what wonders a mirror could do. 

“Yes! That’s you buddy! That’s you right there!” He cheers when Lucas tries to grab himself through the mirror. 

You couldn’t believe what Tyson was able to do and neither could he. All he knows now is how good it feels to be the reason behind a child’s small giggles.

He couldn’t possibly put into words how it felt when Lucas wrapped his teeny tiny little fist all over his finger that he’s almost too certain that he didn’t want his parents to come home and get him just so he can make him giggle a little bit more. Perhaps, it’s even safe to say that in that little moment he had with him has made him realize why having a child will always be a good idea considering the misery he was in a few minutes ago. 

You put down all the things that had you occupied so you could join them. Tyson sees you through the mirror, a quiet smile breaking off his lips. 

“He stopped crying.” He whispers, planting a soft kiss on top of the baby’s head. Giving himself a whiff of Lucas’ baby scent. The one that’s always made your uterus skip a beat each time you get to hold him.

You only nod along, answering Tyson by whispering a soft “Yes, you did it.” before wrapping your free arm around his strong physique.

You rest your head on his shoulder. Your eyes, meeting each other’s through the mirror as Lucas’ hand is now wrapped around your finger, all whilst Tyson continued to bounce him lightly in his hold.

“Lucas has got pretty eyes, don’t you think?” You quietly tell him, both of your gazes pinned towards yourselves in the mirror. Evidently in awe of the mental image it has printed for the both of you. 

Sure, it was quite obvious, but neither of you wanted to say a word. You can’t help but wonder, of course. You just weren't sure if Tyson had the same mental image running in his head. You weren’t sure if he wanted the same thing you never knew you wanted not until you saw him holding Lucas oh so perfectly. 

Well, not until he spoke and replied to what you’d just said.

“I hope ours has yours, y/n.” Tyson looks at you, eyes dreamy and glinting with hope. A sight you see before he finally reaches to meet your lips as if to seal that mental image you both happened to have all along.