#no but seriously why is god in the streets at 3am

[onmykneesforcrowley]

"im not saying id fight god but if I saw her outside of a shop at 3am, id ask what her problem is" - crowley probably

[casuallyanidiot]

Yantober Day 4

Homemade Meal [Yandere Girlfriend x Gn. Reader]

Using @ozzgin's prompt list!

yeah I'm like totally behind on yantober at this point, but I'm going to keep trying to write for it because I don't like the thought of quitting lmao. This one is kind of boring but I wanted to try something a bit different from what I usually do

Tipjar :)

TW! MDNI ! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Abusive relationship, manipulation, isolation, toxic af relationship, yandere

You're girlfriend isn't really happy about the fact that you've got a job...

2.7k words

Recently, Dannica was obsessed with this domestic shit, and it was pissing you off big time.

“One of us should stay home and look after the place.”

Oh please. Like either of you could afford to take care of two people. You worked a night shift at a convenience store, and your on and off again girlfriend did god knows what. She could be whoring herself out for all you knew. It didn’t matter. You couldn’t survive on your own, and she always managed to bring in just enough cash every couple of weeks to make sure neither of you starved. 

“Dis’ is bullshit…” You grumbled out, an unlit cigarette pressed between your lips as you held a lighter in one hand and your phone in the other. It was blowing up like crazy, eating up your already precious break time. 

Where are you?

Send me a photo.

Are you with someone?

Are you cheating on me?

Pick up

Now

I’ll seriously leave this time if you don’t

I love you

“Ugh, shut up,” You huffed as you put your phone on do not disturb and slid it into your pocket. Shielding the stick of tobacco with one hand, you lit up your menthol infused vice. Your bleak eyes stared out into the near empty parking lot, only occupied by your beater of a car, a raccoon digging through a nearby dumpster, a swarm of moths enveloping a street light like a halo, and yourself. Everything was bathed in an eerie, cold glow from the buzzing LED sign from the store. You inhaled before you let out a plume of smoke into the open air. You tilted your head back, letting it rest against the concrete wall.

Dannica had been getting worse recently. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t know what you were getting into when you first started going out with her. She hit all the boxes of a crazy chick. Split dyed hair, tongue piercings, eyeliner so sharp it looked like it could kill a man. She had this look in her eye that had you drooling along like an obedient dog, pinning her to the wall and laughing at every other word she said. 

“You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

She was right, but you were far too drunk at the time to realize that.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes as you stepped back into the store after grinding the last of the embers under your muddy, stained shoes. The bright, cold lights sucked up any last vestiges of your mind. Check the cameras, check the register, check the shelves… you had done everything that you needed to for the rest of your shift. Well, at least until the small amount of people would trickle in after all the local bars closed. 

3am. You only had to wait until 3am before you could go home. You would normally be excited, but there was a familiar seed of dread that was blooming into a full blown nausea. You stared down at the old, faded clock, watching with a bleak stare as your free time dwindled.

You just didn’t understand why she was so fixated on having someone be home at all times. It’s not like your place was nice. All the furniture was shitty and second hand. If anything was stolen, it would be a pain in the ass to replace, but it wouldn’t be impossible per se. You had no pets and no, god forbid, kids, so what was it? Why was she putting so much pressure on this whole thing. Plus, although she acted like she would be fine with either of you staying home, cooking, cleaning, and waiting eagerly for the other to return, you knew that the one person she wanted to have as little contact with the outside world wouldn’t be herself.

You blinked as a paper was slid onto the counter in front of you. You blinked in surprise as you looked at the intimidating man standing before you, wearing a black face mask and a dark gray hoodie. The random tightness of the fabric as he moved suggested that he was probably fucking jacked underneath his baggy attire. You looked up at him with a slow blink. When had he come in? The bell to the front door hadn’t even chimed.

“Bring these home.”

“What?”

You jumped slightly as he spoke. You looked down at the paper. It was a list of ingredients all scrawled in Dannica’s handwriting.

“Bring those home with you when you close up for the night,” He repeated before lighting himself a cigarette. Your nose wrinkled. There were like 50,000 no smoking signs in here. “If I were you, I’d shutter down and head back right now. I mean, if you don’t wanna lose all your privileges and all… Here,” He said and slid another item across the surface. This one was an envelope filled with a wad of cash. “She doesn’t want you paying.”

So you ended up sitting in front of your apartment complex, your car’s shitty engine still thrumming. There was a bag of the groceries she wanted in the passenger seat, and you gripped the plastic bag with a shaky sigh. 

It was like you were in a trance like state. Turn off the car. Go up the steps. Put the key in the lock. Turn it. 

The bag felt heavy in your hand, and the faded number painted on the door before you seemed like it was growing blurrier and blurrier by the second. You didn’t want to open this door. You didn’t want to go inside and face her and whatever this was. You hadn’t even mustered up the will to turn your phone back on. 

You could only imagine all the things she had sent you. Would she call you a slut again? Or threaten to destroy all your shit? Would she go through with it, like she had one time when you found your clothes all shredded?

Dannica hadn’t done anything wrong today.

Yeah, your girlfriend had been a bit annoying, sure. That was putting it lightly, honestly, but she really hadn’t fucked up crazily. She’d only… She’d only sent someone to your job… and threatened you with some vague punishment if you didn’t come home…

That couldn’t be good, and it certainly wasn’t healthy. After all you put up with, she thinks she can push you around by sending some lackey or friend or whatever after you? Not to mention, it pissed you off to no end that she got someone else involved in all your toxic, messy shit. That was it. You couldn’t go through with this when you were so aggravated. It would only make things worse. She made you worse.

You turned away to go back to your car, to figure out where you would go tonight, to really process the fact that you probably, most definitely, were done with all of this-

“[Name]? What are you doing out here? Come inside already.”

You listened. You didn’t know why but you did. Dannica stood there with her hands on her hips and a slight frown on her pretty face. You just stared at her, unmoving for a couple of seconds, before she huffed and reached out to grab you by the wrist and pull you inside.

“Are you dumb or what, baby? Ugh, see this is why I’m telling you that you should be the one to stay home… That place has got you all spacey and shit… not listening to me…,” she grumbled and shut the door behind you with a resounding click. The apartment was dingy for the most part, but it had touches of where you tried to make it look and feel more cozy with some cheap fairy lights strung up haphazardly. It used to feel more vibrant and homey, but after every argument, you’d find that another trinket would be shattered, or another photo of a loved one would mysteriously disappear. 

“Did you at least do what I asked you to?”

“Huh?” You finally snapped out of it and looked at her. She was all up in your space, caging you against the cheap, linoleum counter. Her manicured nails drummed on the surface, and she narrowed her eyes. You cleared your throat and shrugged.

“Dunno’... you kinda lit me up there so I just turned off my phone…” You answered and brought the bag up to set it down and start putting away the fresh stuff. Dannica’s expression brightened when she saw it, though, and you paused as a big, cheshire cat grin stretched across her lips.

“You did listen!” She gushed and hugged you suddenly, and you had to stop yourself from flinching too much.

“Oh.” You said, standing there a bit stupidly. Oh, indeed. It was like you didn’t even want to really consider that she had sent someone, that she had gone that far.  “Yeah that… Danni, what the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

“Don’t play dumb. What was with that guy that showed up at my work? Who was he?” You asked and shook her shoulders just a bit to emphasize how seriously you were taking this. As much as Dannica hated the fact that you worked so late, in such a ‘dangerous’ area, and really the fact that you worked at all, she had never stepped over the line that you had firmly set once she started showing signs of her paranoia and clinginess. 

Never, ever show up to your work unless it was something serious.

The only time she had even come close to doing so was when she followed you to and from work one day to make sure you weren’t off cheating somewhere, so having her do this felt too much. You couldn’t not bring it up. You couldn’t not be angry.

“Hmm? Him? Oh… he’s no one, really. Just a … colleague,” She hummed as if she was bored, like you shouldn’t even bother to ask in the first place. Her gaze sharpened all of a sudden, and you could’ve sworn you saw a thought be processed in her mind in real time. “Unless… unless you want to know more about him? Why? Is it because you think he’s cute or something? What did you two talk about, huh?” 

“What? No it’s not-! You know what? I’m not even going to answer that. This is fucking stupid…” You muttered despite how pissed her expression was. Her grip grew stronger, and you shrugged it off as you moved to start putting away the groceries.

“It’s not stupid. I’m just trying to make sure we’re okay. Don’t you want that?”

“I didn’t realize me going to work meant we weren’t doing well. You know usually it’d be a good thing if the other person in a relationship isn’t a deadbeat…” You snorted, and Dannica put her hand over yours to stop you from dumping the vegetables into the Crisper drawer. A frown was etched on her face, mirroring your own. She wordlessly pulled out a piece of paper and slapped it down in front of you. Your lips curled back in disbelief as she tapped it with a sharply filed nail.

“Look…” She relented, or at least pretended to. “Just make this for me, kay? You can do that, right? I just want a good night, baby. No more fighting, no yelling. Can’t we just have a good meal?” Her words were like honeyed poison. You didn’t understand how someone could switch their tone so quickly. You turned your head away, just to escape from having to look at her, and actually read what she was trying to prompt towards you. It was a recipe for a meal. It wasn’t anything complex, just roasted vegetables and pasta, and it fit what she had made you buy to a tee. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Babe…” You mumbled. Your anger was being stamped out with every breath you forced yourself to take. You just needed to calm down. She wouldn’t stop bitching until you calmed down. “I’m tired-”

“You’re not that tired,” She jutted in, and you huffed. She brought out some pots and pans. “Just start the oven and cook,” she gestured to the crockery with an impatient, patronizing wave. You bit your lip in frustration.

“I don’t even want to eat right now. It’s 4 am. I just wanna go to bed.”

“So you don’t want to spend time with me then?” She accused, and you found your hands instinctively reaching for the cutting board and knife.

“What? I didn’t even say that.”

“But you meant it.”

“No? Danni, quit doing this shit. Just because you don’t get your way doesn’t mean I have to deal with you being all pissy. Look, I’m fucking making it, okay?” Each other word was enunciated with a swift thunk of a vegetable being sliced. You just wanted her to stop talking, to leave you alone, but you felt Dannica press up to your back. You felt her pouty lips against your shifting shoulder blades, and suddenly your already tiny apartment became a thousand times more cramped. Your skin crawled, and you tried to ignore how trapped you felt.

“Quit your job,” She said, not asked.

You stayed silent, though your muscles tensed and your heart hammered in your chest like a motor revving up. Your entire body was ready to spring, ready to just leave. You didn’t want to do this anymore, but it was like you couldn’t do anything but move with a molasses-like pace, grabbing the right ingredients, filling the pot, turning on the oven. You gripped the handle of the knife tightly.

Her hands slinked down over your waist, settling on the bones of your hips and clinging as a second skin. Her breath was hot on your neck, and you felt her teeth nibbling gently. Her efforts soon grew larger, and you couldn’t help but feel like she was just trying to get a reaction out of you, so she could have an excuse to smush you further down into whatever she wanted. Her bites became sharper. She was eating you alive.

“Hey, baby, answer me,” she said again once you stood back from the stove. You were at the point in the recipe where nothing else could be done except to wait.

“I like working Danni,” you stressed, and you flinched when you heard how desperate you sounded. 

“I know,” she cooed. You felt like you were crazy. Why did it sound like she was the reasonable one here? While you were what, a hysterical thing that she was so kindly taking care of?

“I know, but it’s not good for us. And I think I’ve been pretty patient and good about it so far, but I’m not going to let you just ruin everything because you want a little extra money. I know you like being independent, but I can take care of you. You know that? You don’t have to worry with me, baby,” she murmured. Dannica was calm, almost even elegant, while she was shutting down your life.

“But you don’t earn enough to support two people-”

“I do,” She insisted, and her arms looped around your waist and squeezed ever so slightly. You wheezed, and you felt her smiling. You just stared at the wall, hoping that if you blinked and turned around, magically she wouldn’t be there anymore. 

“I can, baby. You don’t even know what I’d do if you would just let me.”

The pit in your stomach grew despite the warm, inviting aroma that started to waft up from the oven, the little clock you hand winded up ticking away merrily. Her nails drummed over your clothing, teasing with the waistband of your pants. You jerked away, and she pressed her sharpened digits further in. You hissed out in pain, and she let out a disapproving hum.

“Quit your job, baby,” she repeated. This time, it felt like more of a placated threat. “Or else.”

By the time the timer finally chimed out, and the meal was ready to be plated, you knew that you had no more room to argue.

[sailsinstorms]

Legacy of the Girls - Part 8

Lets continue reading, shall we?

I'm beginning this post with Loren and Solar being absolutely adorable as they tell each other dramatic stories. Seriously, look at them! They're so cute!

My babies <3

Loren: Wanna hear a secret? Solar: Uhuh... Loren: I'm gonna break all the hearts before I leave this town. Or at least, like, six.

I'm not sure what happened but Radley was GOING OFF at this guy in the middle of the street. Radley: YOU SIR ARE A CRAB!

He probably said something along the lines of seahorses not being real horses or something...

Well damn, the whole freaking neighborhood rocked up to watch this fight. It is so hard to have Radley meet anyone because at one point or another she's gonna pick on them to the point where they hate each other and this happens.

Why can't you hold a decent conversation, girl?!

*being judged by the whole neighborhood*

Molly?! Molly he's back! MOLLY!

Molly: I'm on it! Two fights in one day. Wow, busy weekend.

Wait, what? Mya is running away?! WHY!? This household absolutely adores Mya, especially Winter. Why would she feel the need to run away? Was it something we did? Was it all the fighting?

I had Loren post online that Mya was missing because everyone was SUPER depressed about it.

I've been wanting Molly and Radley to have a "mean girls" night out for a while, but they were always on opposite schedules. But tonight they're both free! So we've gone to The Caboose for some drinks.

Radley: Why did she run away? We gave Mya everything </3 Molly: uh... there there...

Ugh, you guys better find some energy if this night is to be successful or not.

Oh my God, you guys I couldn't believe it. I'm sitting here watching Molly put up with this old fellow who wants to show her his pile of clay and THERE IN THE BACKGROUND IS TOM PEEPING! He's fully checking her out! He came here on PURPOSE!

You showed up at the wrong bar, buddy. Molly is not happy that you're here.

Radley: *thinking* Ah excellent, someone else I absolutely hate and can ridicule all night.

Molly: Did you just try to defend Mr. Peeping? Bitch, I will fight you. Do you wanna go!? Random Lady: Good Heavens, no!

Unfortunately if Molly has you in her sights its game over. Meanwhile, Tom is in the background there just having a cheeky swig from his drink.

Radley setting aside her hatred for mankind for a moment while she watches Molly wrestle with this woman. Girl: Damn, Molly's got some serious muscle. Radley: *winces* I wouldn't wanna be in that headlock...

Molly: So there are these foxes leading all these other animals to a new park where they can live happily ever after, right? But along the way the hedgehogs die..

Molly, six drinks in at 3am, thinking she's hot stuff as she shares some of her greatest stories with a hot stranger. Not gonna lie, seeing her interact normally can be weird sometimes.

Molly: And in the end they all realize the true treasure was the meaningful friendships they made along the way.

Radley: Which one of you crabs wants a drink? I'm free pouring for the next 20 minutes, lets go! Molly: Girl, get me a long island ice tea <3

Radley was surprisingly having a good time as a bartender! The night ended up actually being quite enjoyable. To be fair, she was pretty upset about Mya all night. That probably held her back a bit.

Molly: I have to go home now! *smooch!*

This boy's name is Hawea btw. I made sure I took note as soon as Molly had a shining towards him. Get it girl!

The girls literally drank and bar-tended all night until morning when they finally slunk home, exhausted and dehydrated and desperate to pee. What an achievement.

MYA CAME BACK!!!

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[imashoe69420]

Those Eyes: Rise! Leo x OC

Chapter 4

^^ A quick sketch of Lala and her “cabbage” hoodie lmfao

Warning ⚠️: mild language, parental manipulation

Recap:

He sighs, annoyed. “Fine. I will give you a reward if you complete this mission.” The man points at my neck where the metal ring around it glistens in the moonlight.

“If you complete this mission, I will take that thing off. For good.”

• • •

I try to remain stoic, but I can’t help but bug my eyes out.

Taking this thing off… for good? I’m not even sure what it does or why it’s there in the first place. Do I even want to know what happens? What if nothing happens at all?

“Wait, seriously?” I furrow my eyebrows.

The Lieutenant nods. “When you bug them, our mission will be nearly complete. We will have all the armor pieces and we will need you at your fullest potential.”

“What even is my ‘fullest potential’? I’ve had this thing on since I was little and no one has ever told me why it’s there.” I stare up at him, hoping to receive the answers I’ve been wanting for years.

Once again, I don’t get them.

“It’s the reason why you’re my best asset. You will know when you complete your mission. Will you do it?”

“I…” Is this really worth it…? Am I willing to be let down again? But maybe the Lieutenant is right and I do have some sort of power.

I hope he’s telling me the truth.

* * *

6:30AM

The next morning, I can barely keep my eyes open to turn off my alarm. I returned to my apartment at about 3AM with school being five (5) hours later.

I’m an idiot for that, but I don’t have anything big going on today anyways.

Crawling out of my bed, I take a step onto the floor and instantly recoil in pain. “God fuckin’…”

I look down at the floor and see the one thing I didn’t want to see first thing in the morning:

The Bug.

It must’ve fallen out of my jacket pocket when I threw it on the floor last night.

I pick it up and place it on my night stand before throwing off my sheets and getting ready for eight (8) hours of hell.

* * *

First and second period are blurs. I tried to brush it off this morning, but I can’t stop thinking about the Bug.

And Leo.

Everything about this feels so wrong. Like, I feel grimy like I haven’t showered in weeks. Why is this eating at me the way it is? Leo—and the other turtles—are supposed to be our enemies. But when I think of enemies, I think of my 5th grade class: pathetic people who can’t own their shit in fear of taking responsibility for their actions. Not Leo.

At least in our exchange last night, he was pleasant. When I punched him on accident, he wasn’t angry at me.

“God, you have a hellva right hook.”

Not even a groan or swearing. He was sarcastic, funny. Almost everything I said, he had a quip or joke or light tease for. I’ve never met anybody like that.

But I don’t know him. That was our only interaction, so why do I feel like I’ve known him forever? Like I’m betraying him?

“Lala,” my science teacher whom I haven’t bothered to remember the name of taps my shoulder, “class is dismissed.”

I look around to see an empty classroom and a few students trickle in for their third period class. I scoop up my backpack and speed-walk out of the classroom, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Third and fourth period fly by like I had wished they would. Now I can go to the library and finally focus on something other than Foot Clan bullshit. I’ve been reading a series about space lesbians. I wouldn’t characterize myself as such, but they are interesting to read about.

Soon, I feel myself begin to drift in and out of the middle place between being awake and sleep, barely able to keep my place. I cross my arms on the desk and rest my head against them prepared to just rest my eyes for a bit.

~~~~~

I walked down the street on my way home texting the Lieutenant of my location. My phone dings loudly, causing my ears to ring. I fumble the phone until it lands face down on the ground.

When I turn it over, it’s shattered, but somehow I already knew it was.

What shocked me was the caller ID had changed.

It was Leo.

I try to answer his call, but I have no bars.

“A mountain…” I said slowly before looking around and spotting a hill. I climbed on top of it and held my phone into the air.

Suddenly, the Leo’s caller ID popped up again.

I answered it. “Leo! I’ve been trying to call you but you—”

“Lala, don’t turn around.” A voice said, but it wasn’t Leo’s voice. “Don’t turn around!” He said this over and over again before the call dropped.

Despite his warning, I turned around and saw a future, but I didn’t know which.

It was me.

But it wasn’t… me.

I was in a Foot uniform with Foot soldiers by my side. I had a wide smirk on my face, and point towards the present me.

My heart began pounding as we stared at each other before the floor beneath me opened and I fell through into a dark pit of nothingness.

~~~~~~

I shoot awake, my heart still pounding.

What the hell was that…?

It’s been a while since I’ve had a dream like that in years, but it was different. The “future” me was lit by blue fire and my eyes radiated a light blue as well. I don’t remember what happened after that, but I wasn’t afraid of her like I was with the Foot one.

And why would Leo call me? I don’t even have his number or any sort of communication with him. Why is he even in my dreams?

I shake my head as the lunch bell rings and I head to the cafeteria.

* * *

Thank-fuckin’-god this day is over! I couldn’t stand those preppy kids their mocks toward me for being a freshman for much longer.

At my apartment, I enter my bedroom and crash onto my bed, sleep quickly overcoming me. I wake up about five (5) hours later and notice The Lieutenant had pinged me an hour or so ago, then thirty (30) minutes ago, and then fifteen (15) minutes.

He’s probably gonna make me patrol the city to look for the turtles as he had said he would last night, but for some reason, I feel hesitant about going for the first time in a while.

*Third Person POV*

Leo sat up and yawned loudly as he awoke from his twelve (12) hour slumber. He was hungry, so he sluggishly made his way to the kitchen.

As he was walking, he heard commotion going on in his destination and decided to ear-hustle.

“I mean, who would he even see? We don’t know anybody else besides April.” He heard his oldest brother, Raph, say.

“Yeah, but what if he knows someone we don’t? I mean, none of us have gone out alone for that long. What else could he be doing?” Mikey snitched Leo out.

“Mikey, I think you’re overthinking this.” Raph denied him. “If Leo was talking to someone else besides us or April, he would let his brothers know… right?”

Donnie sighed, exasperated by the conversation. “Why are we even talking about this? Whatever Leo is doing shouldn’t concern us. Besides, we should be worrying about this thing.” The purple clad turtle opened his hand to reveal the armor piece they’d stolen from The Foot two (2) days before. “It’s energy levels are impeccable; I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

Leo retreated back to his bedroom after his brothers stopped talking about him. At least he knew that Raph and Donnie didn’t believe Mikey. The last thing he wanted was all his brothers interrogating him. What would he even say? “Hey, guys, you remember that girl I saved oh-so bravely two (2) days ago? Yeah, I went all over the city looking for her and talked to her for all of ten (10) seconds before she ran off.” Of course not, he’d look like a stalker. Or an idiot. Or an idiot-stalker. All of those he didn’t want to be.

“Leo!” Raph seemed to always yell for him at an unreasonably long distance. “We’re on the move. Come to the Turtle Tank.”

The blue clad turtle quickly made his way over to his brothers to go on another mission.

• • •

L͟a͟l͟a͟’̲s͟ P͟.̲O͟.̲V͟.̲

As I had originally thought, the Lieutenant wants me to patrol. Not for the turtles, though. He wants me to scout a building to make sure it’s closed and everybody has left. Is it for the armor or paper again? I have no clue. I didn’t have the energy to fight for an answer from him today.

I stay posted on a rooftop a couple buildings away after I had cleared the building in question. The street lights cast onto the empty street below, but the alleys stay as pitch black as the night. They remind me of my dream earlier today, and I swear I see the “future” me staring up at me in the corner of my eye. I focus onto the alley, but there’s no one there.

The dream has left me in my head all day. That and the Bug. I had looked up what my dream meant while coming over here. Apparently my communication is stunted and I haven’t been listening to myself. In my opinion, there isn’t any room for that.

I don’t remember my life before The Foot. As I’ve said before, I only remember the fifth (5th) grade incident. The Lieutenant had told me I’d been with them since I was a toddler, but nothing more than that. I often fantasized about what my parents would’ve been like. What if I had siblings? Aunts? Uncles? Cousins? I get the feeling that I will never know.

I say this to day that I’ve been under someone’s control for my whole life. I am only a child in the Lieutenant’s eyes, therefore I must listen to him and never trust my adolescent mind. The more I think about it, the more I realize just how much I sound like him sometimes. I’ve never seen the Lieutenant as my father or any sort of father figure, but he’s been the constant in my life. He taught me how to fight, steal, and manipulate others into getting what I wanted. I had briefly admired him… maybe I still kinda do…? But more than anything, he’s been scaring me lately.

I feel like I owe him my loyalty. If what he says is true, he could’ve left me to starve. Bad things could’ve happened to me if he and The Foot hadn’t taken me in. Not only that, but he constantly reminds me of it; constantly accusing me of trying to betray him. If I was bold enough I would, but where would I go? The Foot pays for my apartment, my schooling, they train me, they know everything I know and more. Where would I run and who would I run to?

These thoughts diminish when I hear a loud engine revving. I look towards the building and see a large round vehicle turn off it’s headlights as individuals hidden by the shadows exit through a hole in the top of it and sprint towards the building.

I leap from my post to the back entrance and quietly push the door open.

• • •

Another Lala centered chapter, but I swear this is the last one for a while! Stay safe!

-ℍ𝕒𝕟𝟟𝕒

[petri808]

Prompt- Marking/Monster fucker @bkdkkinktober Day 5

Izuku woke up with a start, hand clutching over the heart racing frantically in his chest to the darkness of a witch’s hour. The sheen of sweat coating his body glistened in the moonlight flowing over his bed, and his breathing raggedly trying to find normalcy in the pungent scent of sex still lingering in the air. But how if this was just a dream? A dream perhaps, yet the strongest since they’d started two weeks ago. The sticky dampness between his thighs indicating anything but fiction.

A slight breeze through the window sent shivers along Izuku’s body still sensitive to the touch… the touch— his touch… The red eyes and blonde shadow emblazoned behind his eyelids. Who was he? This thing, this person haunting his dreams and sending his body into realms of ecstasy night after night to leave him wanting and drained the next morning. He couldn’t wait to get back to bed after a long day of work, ready for more like a drug addict jonesing for their next hit.

“I want more…” Izuku whimpered into the silent room. Of strong hands dominating his toned frame, sharp nails… or were they claws? Regardless, the way they dug into his skin and controlled his hips forcing him to behave… Izuku reached into his boxers and began stroking his cock through this trip down memory lane. “Yes…” he whined, “more, I want more…” of heated bodies entwined, feeling so safe below that scarlet gaze, yet frozen by their stare— and the bites… he remembered the canines that sent his heart stuttering. Izuku paused mid-stroke to reach up to his nape. Yes, the tenderness was there again, but skin still unbroken.

To experience being filled and fucked by this gorgeous dream man. Damn, he’d do anything to make this real! Take him, mark him, a willing slave if it meant nights of endless bliss! “Please—” Izuku groaned. “Be real…”

Each night that passed by left Izuku craving more, and body left spent and tired the next morning. He didn’t know how dreams could cause so much exhaustion, but the intensity was definitely increasing. The logical part of his brain knew damn well this wasn’t good for him, too bad his lonely heart was winning the fight.

“Y-Yeah, I’m heading out right now sir— literally running out the door as we speak… Yes, Mr. Aizawa, I know it’s the second time this week I’ve been late, I… I need to get a new alarm, I think mines broken— oh… of course, sir, I’ll grab that on my way to the office for you.”

As he rushed out of his apartment, Izuku clicked off the phone, repeating his bosses order. “Double macchiato, add cinnamon, double macchiato add cinnamon, don’t forget— OOF!” The phone went flying out of Izuku’s hand as he smacked right into a solid object and bounced back, falling on his ass. “Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorr—” Izuku gasped.

“Tch. What a way to welcome your new neighbor.” The stranger held out a hand to help Izuku up. “Just be more careful next time.”

“R-Right,” Izuku stammered, “sorry, mister?”

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

“Mr. Bakugou, thank you— I-I mean sorry, again!” Izuku bowed before rushing away.

Blonde hair, red eyes… It couldn’t be! This was the first time he’d met his obviously solid flesh neighbor, so there was no way he could’ve dreamt up the beefcake! “Couldn’t be,” Izuku mumbled to himself. The man was very new, moved in maybe a week ago… ‘right around the time the dreams started escalating…’ He shook his head. Ridiculous. Those were dreams and this man was real— they couldn’t be linked. By the time he got to work, Izuku put the whole event out of his mind and focused on his job before he lost it.

A guy that hot was out of his league, so why not just live in his dreamworld?

“Ka…cchan…” The name wisps out from Izuku’s lips as clawed hands guided the sharp rocking of his hips, ground firmly over the man’s cock. “I can’t—” Izuku whined, legs trembling and starting to give out. “Please…” It was the first time of any of the dreams that the mystery lover had him doing the work.

But in the blink of an eye, Izuku found himself on his back once more, his lovers low grunts to his moans echoing as he was filled over and over in rapid succession. The man’s face stayed buried in the crook of his neck— till a cry rang out, Izuku’s own from fangs sunk deeply into his skin. Familiar, delicious white-hot ache flowing through his system, sending stars flashing beneath his eyelids, and red glowing eyes burning in his mind, filling his soul with a sense of wholeness his life was lacking.

“Mine…” the male growled, “forever…”

Forever…

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Ahhhh!” Izuku shot up in bed, drenched in the familiar sheen of sweat to the sound of a blaring alarm. “Fuck!” He groaned and dropped back down. Stupid alarm! But as amazing as these dreams were, they were seriously starting to drive him insane. His days were turning into endless cycles of unfulfilling work and fornication, work, and fornication— with a physical emptiness left in its wake.

As routine, he touched the painful spot on his neck expecting the same thing he’d endured for weeks— but this time, something wet and tacky hit his fingertips. “What the?”

Izuku scrambled to his bathroom, and there in the mirror— two fresh puncture wounds… a gasp broke free. “Oh, my god—”

That was the first time the dream blonde spoke to him. It’s deep raspy voice sending shivers through his body just thinking about it. But it was so embarrassing to walk into work with a large bandage on his neck to hide the wound! Lots of snickering and questions of who the lucky guy or girl must have been to mark him with a hickey. If only it had just been a hickey! All the other nights left the area tender for just a few minutes, and no evidence, but today the damn thing still throbbed. This was all becoming way too real for Izuku— and frankly, scared him a little. ‘Forever…’ The thought had even crossed his mind that someone was simply breaking in every night, but there was never any proof.

So, as he crawled into bed that Friday night, the throbbing spot on his neck a reminder, Izuku set his alarm to go off at 3am. If there was any truth to this nightly visitor, he was bound to catch him if could break free from the dream. This was it! He had to know what the hell was going on!

Izuku twisted in his bed, whimpering under the lustful gaze of his dream lover. “No, please…” he shivered as the long tongue teasingly flicked the tip of his over sensitized cock. His body was still coming down from a high that had left a sticky mess plastered all over his torso.

“Say it,” the husky voice demanded.

“Forever…” Izuku breathed out.

With a grunt, red eyes flashed, centered, and drove its cock all the way into Izuku. Growling, “forever mine,” as he leaned over to suckle the man’s mark with licks and tortured kisses. Each touch ignited the same soul-stealing connection that kept Izuku trapped and begging for more. Powerful hips rocked in measured cadence, filling the man over and over to finish what it’d started.

Izuku’s back arched and legs clamped around his lover’s waist, nails digging into the man’s shoulders as heat swirled and a familiar smoky scent grew in the room. He sensed his lover’s climax, could feel it coming like a sensor knowing a storm approached. Their connection… it felt so real… so good— different this time. Peaceful, no pain… “forever…” Izuku mewled as darkness overtook him.

The distant sounds of morning slowly crept into Izuku’s consciousness. Soft bird chirping, the muffled roar of cars on a nearby street. He moved to bury his face in his pillow to block the sunlight, shifting his body from its side to his stomach— only he couldn’t. Izuku’s eyes pop open as the awareness hit. He wasn’t alone. Without moving his head, his eyes looked down at what was around his waist and saw arms, hands— someone’s hands?! Wait! His alarm hadn’t gone off either!

He forced himself to shift so he could see who was spooned up behind him and found blonde hair. The neighbor?! Izuku screamed at the sleeping male. “What are you doing here?! How’d you get into my apartment?!”

“If you’re gonna wake up your mate, a good morning would’ve been nice.” Katsuki mumbled against Izuku’s back. “After all I’ve done for you.”

“Y-You? I, w-wait, the dreams, h-how?!”

“Shhh,” Katsuki clamped a hand over Izuku’s mouth. “Go back to sleep, talk when I’m up.”

“Maft?!” Izuku mumbled back.

“Forever, remember? I need more sleep, now shush.”

“I wilf nats sh— ahhh—”

A blinding white light hit Izuku’s mind again, followed with a dull ache in his neck as Katsuki’s mouth clamped over the mate mark on his neck. “Oh, my kami—”

“Now do you believe me?”

Izuku looked over again at Katsuki’s face and noticed the man’s eyes were glowing red and fang tips glinted from his mouth. “F-Forever?”

“Forever.”

It was all real, and yet somehow… maybe this wasn’t so bad after all...

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 5/?

Word Count: 2.8k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name ( your best friend’s name)

Part 5! This is going well, I think, I hope you like it :) 

So last night, I finished two parts to this series, and guess what? Turns out when Tumblr glitches you have no rights and suddenly all your work is gone! If you need me, I’ll be crying in my writer’s corner

Warnings: Swearing, Trauma, Family Issues, Left on a cliffhanger lol :) sue me, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Down girl, you’ve been on two dates, did he even open up to you fully? A/N texted back to Y/N, who took a quick break to the bathroom to compose herself and fix her hair after Jason, the man she was casually seeing, opened up to her about his father and his father’s criminal record as well as his mother and his mother’s passing.

Yes he opened up to me! But we’ve been spending all day flirting and I told him about how my father is an immigrant and how I tell everyone I am legally a bastard, and I just don’t know, is it too soon to say I like him?

Go get him, Girl. Go get him.

In the other room, Jason was hastily texting his brother Dick, who has been in a relationship with Barbara for a while now, and is deeply committed to her. So, he needed advice.

How did I know when to kiss Barbara? Do you want to kiss Y/N? Dick asked back to Jason.

Yes I want to kiss her you idiot, but when do I do it? We’ve only been on two dates.

Why don’t you take her to a fancy restaurant out of the city where you aren’t being watched constantly and she isn’t flipping off the paparazzi, and then do it? Also, Bruce thinks her flipping off the pap twice is very funny, shockingly.

As soon as he received that text, she walked back out of the bathroom, this time, letting her hair down out of the bun it is usually in.

“You look nice with your hair down, Y/N.”

“You think so? I usually have it down when I don’t have classes.”

“I do think so.”

“Well, thank you, Jason,” she purred, sitting back down in her chair, opposite him.

“Bruce saw your shenanigans with the pap, he apparently thinks it’s funny.”

“Your family is checking in on you? Can’t they trust me?” she said, in a completely sarcastic tone.

“Well, I was just bragging about how lovely I find you.”

“Kind of you to do so, Jason,” she placed her hands on his and had to lift herself up slightly to lean into him, not to kiss him or anything, but to be closer to him. 

“Your love language is physical attention,” he smirked at her, “I can tell by how you grab me, Y/N.”

“Don’t psych me out now, we’re having fun!” she whisper-yelled at him.”

“I do it when I’m nervous,” he assured.

“What’s there to be nervous of?” she asked.

“The pretty girl leaning into my face making moves on me?”

“You want me to stop?”

“No,” he grinned, “no chance I want you to stop.”

And then his phone rang. He picked it up to hear a very panicked Bruce on the other end,

“Jason, here, now.”

“Okay, okay.”

He hung up and grabbed her hands and leant in, like he was going to kiss her, but only rest his forehead against hers,

“This has been lovely, really, but that was Bruce and he needs me, I’m sorry,” he whispered down to her.

“I understand, we can always go on more dates.”

“I hope we do, see you later, Y/N.”

“See you, Jason.”

And he left. But there was something about the furniture in the house after he left, it smelled like him. Not in a weird way where she was obsessed with it, but she associated the smell with the feeling of riding through the city and the back roads like no one was watching, the feeling of being free, the feeling of being unstoppable.

And that, that was the beauty of the chase, the beauty of what she wanted, to be free, gone from her parents, gone from her twin sister, free.

But, she went to bed that night without even going to her car to pick up her notes. She did have class tomorrow, but it wasn’t criminal psych. It was regular psych. Which she wasn’t stoked for, that’s for damn sure.

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Waking up, she opened her phone at around 5am to see a text from Jason,

You know, I always wanted to try some restaurants in Metropolis, I know you don’t like it, but I know the press doesn’t follow me there. What do you say? (Yes I know it’s 3am I’ll tell you all about what happened and why I’m awake so late later lol)

She thought about it, scared that her parents would see her walking around with this guy they didn’t know. Fuck it, she thought, I only live once.

Jason, I would love to. And I hope that story is a good one.

He almost immediately shot back, Mornin’ and yeah, it is. Do you have class today? I can come get you from your’s and pick you up from class if you need it, I swear you won’t have to ride the motorbike in your home city.

I do have class, and you don’t have to but my class is at 3pm again if you’re willing.

Meet up at 12 and talk for a while? Might be fun. 

My roommate will be here, though.

Well, you already inadvertedly met my best friend, remember the baker? His name’s Will Harper. I called in a quick favor to impress you and he’s a sucker for a good romance story.

Well, he seemed nice, and yeah, if you want to meet my roommate you can come over, Jason.

You can call me Jay if you want to, Y/N.

I gotta shower now, Jason, but I figured nick names would come out in time.

She put down her phone and went to shower.

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“Mornin’ A/N.”

“Y/N,”, she greeted happily, “the coffee’s already brewed by the way.”

“God I love you,” she blurted out.

“Yeah yeah, tell me the drama, did you guys have sex?”

“No, but he’s coming over today to meet you slash talk to me before taking me to class and then driving himself and I to Metropolis for dinner.”

“Escaping the cameras to go to the city that has your parents?” A/N questioned, seeming concerned.

“I know, I know, but I only live once and I doubt we’ll see them. If we do, I might just call him my boyfriend to get it over with. Have to talk to him about that though.”

“Honestly, have you told him how insane your parents are?”

“That’s what I’m planning on doing today, A/N.”

“Don’t scare him off, Y/N.”

Y/N scoffed and she went to go get her notes from last night, it was around 11:50am, so she knew that Jason would be here any minute, but she needed to get those notes into her room, she was right about Jason when he pulled down the street in a Porsche. Pulling into her driveway, Y/N waved at Jason while finishing to pull out her books from her beat up car. Quite the difference from the Porsche and her car, but she only noticed it for a few seconds before both doors slammed, in sync.

“Well, that was timed perfectly,” she said to Jason when he met up with her at her car.

“Wow, we’re magicians,” he joked, “Do you need help?” he asked.

“No, no, I can handle it myself, thank you.”

“Well, it doesn’t kill me to ask, you’re going to need help with that door though,” he mused.

“Oh no, you underestimate me, I can open doors with my hips, and I think I didn’t shut the door the whole way so I could do this easier,” she laughed and began to lead him up the driveway, like she had done last night before he ran off with Bruce.

“Thinking ahead?”

“Something I clearly didn’t do when saying we could go to Metropolis, I’ll admit.”

“What do you mean?”

“We have time to talk about it later, Jay, are you however, ready to meet my roommate?”

“No, but you only live once, Y/N.”

“You won’t die, I promise,” she said as she nudged the door open with her hip and greeted A/N, “Hey girl! This is Jason, entertain him while I file notes, maybe, I swear I’ll speed run it.”

“Entertain him? Are you serious? He’s your guest!” she joked.

“Hey thanks man really appreciate it,” Y/N joked before hastily walking towards her bedroom, this was obviously a song and dance they had done with A/N’s lover, so Y/N shot it back at A/N.

“Jason.”

“A/N, right?”

“Yes, sir, how are you today?”

“I’m good, was that a fight?” he questioned.

“No, don’t worry, it’s just the way I acted when I first brought my partner, person, thing, over. She’s just being spiteful. Trust me, if it was a fight, there’d be a lot more of a screaming match.”

“Well, that’s reassuring, I think.”

“So, Jason, do you like her?” she asked.

“We’ve been on back-to-back dates since Sunday, A/N,” he paused, “I really do.”

“Well, it is not like I am going to sit here and be like ‘Oh you can’t date her!’ and feign being upset about this, I mean it’s been 2 dates and you’re going on a third, if that’s not leading towards seriousness, I don’t know what is,” she assured him. He seemed to like this.

“How much has she told you? My secrets or anything?”

“God no, you’ll tell me those with time when we’re friends.”

“Well, I hope you’re a good friend to Y/N and myself, in the future, then.”

“The future is just around the corner. Don’t let Y/N escape you. She’s a catch,” she finished as Y/N reentered the room,

“Did you two have fun?” Y/N asked.

“I think we did,” Jason said.

“We did,” A/N assured, “you two can go to her room now, I’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t worried you weren’t going to be, you always are.” Y/N said to A/N before grabbing Jason’s hand and taking him to her room. He hadn’t been in her room yet.

It was kind of a mess, I mean it wasn’t like they had a maid and they’re both broke college/university students. Notes were strewn across her desk, but that was expected with such a high-study class, the one they met in.

“You clearly like the colour red,” Jason said, pointing to the obvious red feature wall, grinning.

“Well, I told my sister to design my room last time she was over and she picked it based off of the criteria I gave her, she’s going to be an interior designer, and red was one of the colours I gave her,” Y/N said with a sigh, “That’s kind of the thing we need to talk about, my family,” she sighed again, “They are, special, to say the least.”

“Well, so is mine.”

“Yeah but,” she sat on her bed and he joined her, “My family is quite, how do you say it, Christian? They’re very hard to impress and if they see me running around the city with you they might expect you to be my boyfriend, not the guy I’ve known for 3 days and went on back-to-back dates with,” she rambled, “ Not that they wont like you! They’re just traditional, and I’m not and it drives a slight wedge between us,” she paused to look at him, “This is just a really long-winded warning about only a chance to meet them,” she finished.

“Well, that doesn’t scare me. You would understand why if you knew the Waynes, not that they’re traditional, they too, are just hard to impress,” he assured.

“Probably shouldn’t have flipped off the paparazzi then, honestly.”

“No, Bruce found that funny. And about last night, my brother, Damien, he’s the youngest Wayne and one of the only not-adopted ones, being 3 not adopted ones,” he paused, “Anyway, he broke his leg playing office chair racing in the Manor, and I needed to go to Bruce to get yelled at for bringing up the idea,” he laughed, “Bruce then told me after that if he was invited I wouldn’t have been yelled at,” he paused, “That was fun.”

“So, very posh and pristine family, and one of you broke your leg roughhousing in a very expensive Manor?”

“Only in Wayne Manor would that be a sentence.”

“Seems like you have your hands tied with your family,” she joked.

“I wouldn’t if the idiots stopped hurting themselves playing games when I’m on dates,” he retorted and laughed with Y/N.

It seemed crazy that these two would meet, since so many factors played into it, but she swore God saw the potential for this to happen and said, This, this deserves a shot to shine. And she was grateful. She didn’t exactly believe in God, but if God sent her this boy, she might change her mind on going to church with her parents when they invite her.

And that’s the beauty in the mystery, the beauty in the ‘Positive’ they claimed after not knowing what to do next but still powering through to go on dates, and they had gone on enough dates and spent at least 1 third of the last 3 days with each other. That was impressive. That was a good sign and they both knew it.

The next step was packing a few bags and going on 24 hour dates in the cities, but they weren’t ready for that yet. They both thought a first kiss would be better before that. Luckily, Jason wanted to kiss her today, and she wanted to kiss him today.

Before they knew it, they were in the Porsche driving through the streets she describes all-too well, blasting songs and screaming lyrics with Jason, a song stuck out and that was the Annapantsu’s Smooth Criminal Rendition with Caleb Hyles. Since the rendition had a multitude of riffs that Y/N adored, she would scream it and Jason would continue the male parts. It was peaceful yet the most high-pressure intense situation she had felt in a while.

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Getting out of class, she somehow avoided the paparazzi she had grown somewhat accustomed to over the days she had known Jason, she got back into the Porsche before they noticed she was even there, but then they noticed, and Jason fucking floored it to the streets and out of there.

He dropped her off at her place to get ready for an expensive dinner with him in Metropolis. She thought long and heard about what to wear to her date, but in the end, she decided on a nice pink dress her mother had bought for her back in Metropolis. She had told her daughter, Only wear this on a date with a man you think is endgame, now, she didn’t know if Jason was endgame, but she did want to put all the energy she could into the universe to make him worthwhile.

(This is the first time I’m going to include pictures! I think I’m getting the hand of Tumblr now hehe :) )

(If the skin tone doesn’t match your own, because you’re darker or paler, just imagine it’s yours :) you’re all beautiful in your own right and I’ll use pictures with varying skin tones as I progress the story)

She gave a little twirl in her mirror before taking a quick picture to send to one of her other class friends, who was wondering how things were going with Jason at the time. Her name was Artemis Crock, she knew that Art and Jason were friends, but she also liked Artemis Crock a lot, thinking that they were likely going to be good friends.

You’re going to make him swear up and down to Will that he is ‘Only seeing you casually’ while Will says he’s in love with you, you’re killing it. She shot to Y/N.

Y/N smiled and left her bedroom to go meet up with A/N, who wanted to make sure the dress she was wearing was cute, and it was,

“Holy shit! I said look cute, not make him your bitch, Y/N!”

“Potato, Potahto,” she laughed, “You really think I look worthy of a Wayne?”

“You always do, but you didn’t have to go THIS  hard to prove a point. Only one tabloid said you weren’t enough for him,” she paused and Y/N thought about that tabloid, it upset her, sure. But she was completely aware that spite was going to fuel many of her next moves in the press, “Just the one tabloid.”

“And the one tabloid is enough to make me spiteful. Fuck them tabloids, girl, they can suck it,” she said.

“I don’t think Jason would appreciate if the tabloids blew you,” she joked.

“You don't know that, A/N,” she retorted.

“Do you know that?” A/N said as the doorbell rang, “I’m assuming that’s for you, have fun!” A/N said and waved as Y/N waved back and walked to answer the door. Yep, it was Jason.

“Woah,” he said, mouth agape, when she answered the door.

“Close your mouth, Romeo. You’ll attract flies,” she joked.

[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Jun Fluff

MASTERLIST

Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

I’m back!!!!The boyfriend series is finally finished!!! How exciting is that guys??? I had a lot of fun doing this series and I’m glad all of you enjoyed it so much! I’m always happy to share my writing with you guys! I have two more requests after this and after that I’ll probably go back to my series if no other requests come in! Again, sorry requests have been taking so long, but my new laptop is up and running so hopefully no more delays! Thanks guys! And thanks for the request anon, I hope this one is a good ending to the series!!!!

Warnings: Mentions blood very briefly (just a little nosebleed, nothing too serious)

(I know I’ve used this gif before, mind your own business lol)

You had thought about how you were going to meet The One™

You had honestly thought about it a lot

Would it be by a chance run in at university where you both knocked each others’ books to the ground and brushed hands as you picked up your belongings?

Would it be at sunset by a lake where the world is glowing gold?

Would you meet as unsuspecting coworkers that have a cute office romance?

Would it be love at first sight with a stranger when you make eye contact as you walk in opposite directions across a bridge?

You had imagined it happening in every way possible

Any scenario that exists about meeting a romantic partner is one that you’ve spent an evening mulling over in your head

What you couldn’t have possibly predicted, though

Is how it actually happened

By accidentally smacking Jun in the face

On a street corner

On a cold and rainy day

“Oh my god are you ok?”

“Uh yeah, I’m fine,” he’s bent over and holding his nose so his voice is coming out all strange. “Sorry if my face was in the way of your hand”

You laugh a little at his joke before your face falls

“Oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

You pull him into a nearby shop and ask them for any sort of tissues

You sit across from him and help him hold the tissues up to his nose until it stops bleeding

You feel awful for smacking a stranger in the face so you’re nervously rambling on and on and trying to make him feel better

And he’s making jokes in hopes of easing you’re guilt 

“It’s really ok! I was honestly hoping to get a nosebleed today!”

He makes you laugh easily and soon your heart has stopped pounding from the guilt

It doesn’t take too long for the bleeding to stop, but by the time it has, a huge thunderstorm has rolled in

“You were on your way to the bus stop, right? I mean, it looked like you were heading that way. Do you mind if I walk you there?”

You can’t believe how nice he’s being to you and you try to decline

“Oh, I didn’t bring an umbrella with me today, I’m going to wait until the storm passes before I head out”

“Well you’re in luck, I brought my large umbrella today. We can share! I was on my way to the bus stop too anyways! And it’s the least I can do to thank you!”

“Thank me for what??? Smacking you in the face?!”

“No, of course not! I want to thank you for keeping me company afterwards!”

So you walk to the bus stop with Jun

And you’re starting to wonder if he’s flirting or just being overly polite like you had been

But you can’t not notice how his hand brushes over yours as you both insist on holding the umbrella for the other

Or the way his arm flies up around your shoulder to keep you under the safety of the umbrella when another pedestrian bumps into you

Or how nervous he looks when you ask for his number so you can buy him coffee to make up for... y’know... accidentally smacking him in the face

Jun jokes a lot on your first date

He’s always trying to make you laugh 

He makes dating him unbelievably easy

The beginning of your relationship is just cute dates with a Jun that makes you feel peaceful and content

But there’s a bit of a hitch at the beginning

Dating is easy

You both like each other

You can see yourself in a relationship with Jun for a long time

But 

It feels like you lack a spark

And you’re wondering if Jun notices

And then you’re worried he’ll get bored of you without it 

So you try all this crazy romantic stuff to try and just make the spark happen

But you’re not sure it’s working

Jun notices

He sees that you’re doing all the stuff for him and wondering why on earth you think you have to try so hard

He attempts to assure you that you don’t have to do all this for him, he’s happy with the way things are 

But you’re just worried that it’s not enough

And then one day, Jun comes home from practice

And you already have dinner ready

You see that he looks stressed so you immediately start suggesting things you two can do to take his mind off of whatever is bothering him

But 

Jun just grabs you and pulls you into him 

“Can we just sit here for awhile?”

You’re confused and more worried for a second since he’s never really reacted like this 

But then he just wraps his arms tightly around you

There’s a kiss pressed to your forehead before he buries his face in your neck

His arms pull you in even closer

You start to stroke the back of his head

“Do you need anything?”

Your voice is so quiet that for a moment you doubt he even heard you

Then after a pause he finally speaks 

“You”

Your heart gives one, big THUMP

“I just need to be with you right now”

That day you see a side of Jun you never had before

One that isn’t joking or energetic 

He’s just tender and soft and gentle 

You let him rant about what’s stressing him out

Then you cuddle on the couch in silence for a long time

His hands run mindlessly up and down different parts of your body

“[Y/N]”

He whispers, one hand sliding up your shirt to trace circles on your stomach

“Yeah, Junnie?”

“I’m really lucky to have you, I just... I don’t even know what I’d do without you”

He shifts both of you over so he’s hovering above you

You look up at him silently, waiting for him to speak his mind

But instead he silently smiles, looking over the features of your face

You can feel his fingers ever so gently running over your cheeks, across your lips, down the bridge of your nose

Then there’s another kiss on your forehead

Then on your nose

Your cheeks 

Your chin 

Every single one makes your heart beat just a little bit harder

“You know that you’re more than enough for me, right?” 

You nod shyly 

A kiss to your left cheek

“Then do you wanna tell me why you feel like you’re not?”

A gentle kiss to your right cheek

You feel a wave of embarrassment and then your eyes begin to fill with tears

Jun takes silent note of it, wiping the ones that fall onto your face and waiting patiently for you to respond 

“I don’t know, I was just scared that you’d get bored of me”

To your surprise, Jun giggles a little

“Bored? Of you?”

He suddenly attacks your face with kisses

“Jun! What are you doing???”

You can’t help but laugh with him as you sit up and push him back playfully

“How could I get bored of the person that smacked me in the face the first time we met?”

You start laughing again

“I’ve gotta stay on my toes around you, you never know when your hand will go flying up again!”

Your laugh gets louder 

Once your laughter dies down, Jun takes your hands in his 

“But seriously, [Y/N]” he looks in your eyes “anything that’s happening with us, I want to figure out, I want to be with you, no matter what it takes”

Your heart bursts 

And after that day

Everything just sort of clicks into place

You never doubt your worth to Jun because he never lets you

Dating Jun is wonderful

He loves you so so much

And he always finds the sweetest ways to show it

Intimate, gentle affection

Like it’s crazy how gentle he is because his energy level is always so high and you can see it in the way he moves 

But with you he’s just so tender 

Stroking your hand when he holds it

Softest kisses down your skin

Tight hugs that feel like home

Matching jewelry that is actually super personalized to you both

Always wants to tell you about everything that happens in his day and wants to tell you first

Getting overly excited to share all of his interests with you

He constantly brags about you to the boys

Like

Constantly

“Hey [Y/N]! How are you? How’d that presentation go?”

“It went great, Cheol! Thanks for asking! But I don’t remember even telling you about it”

“Oh you didn’t have to”

Jun literally never shuts up about you

So all the boys just know like everything about you

Honestly they’re always relieved when you come to hang out because that means they get a break from Jun talking about how he loves to watch you watching your favorite tv shows because your reactions are just so cute

“Jihoon? Is everything ok? You never call me”

“[Y/N], please come see your boyfriend, he can’t stop talking about you... I might duct tape his mouth shut”

Obviously you come to save poor Jihoon

But only for a moment before inviting him to come with you and Jun to a café so he’ll be stuck with the two of you for a good while

And sure he gave you the silent treatment for awhile

But it was worth it after seeing his facial expression when Jun reached across the table to wipe your face with a napkin

But seriously Jun just loves you so much 

Is also the type to want to do cheesy cliché couples stuff

Dancing around your house at 3am is one of his favorite things

It’s a way to get out his endless energy 

And after you’re done, you get to slow dance as he pulls you closer and closer and speaks gently about how much he cares for you

Jun is definitely not scared or ashamed to share how he feels 

So actual speaking is his main love language

But he also occasionally enjoys other forms of showing love

Obviously tons of affection

Ready to drop everything at any time to come when you need him

He also writes you a lot of love letters

Especially when he leaves for tour

He’ll hide them all over your place so you find them randomly while he’s gone

And some of them are humorous to make you laugh

And others are so sweet that they make you cry 

Jun doesn’t care as much about what you think of his talents specifically

But he will want you to have a good time whenever you attend their concerts

Of course you do

If your relationship is public he might announce that you’re there just to dote on you

If it’s not, then he’ll create some sort of signal that he always sends your way when you’re there

He doesn’t always like when you come to watch him practice because he doesn’t want to feel like he’s just making you wait around for him to finish

But you honestly love coming in to his his face when he realizes you’re there

He usually forgets that he’s all sweaty and will run up to hug you and attack your face with little kisses 

Because he’s honestly just always so happy to see you!!!!!

You’re his whole world for crying out loud

Jun is super duper energetic so he’s always at 100%

He’s down for anything at any time

He manages to be respectful of the times when you just want to sit at home and not do anything 

Because he knows not everyone feels like running around all the time

Occasionally, though 

When you’re having a night in

He’ll lay his chin on your chest and just 

Stare at you 

With giant puppy dog eyes

“[Y/N]”

“What Jun?”

“Let’s do something fun!”

“We were running around all day! How could you still have any energy left?”

“Please baby?”

If you think you can say no to him

Jokes on you

You’re definitely going out again lol

But it’s because you’d do anything to keep him happy 

And he’s going to do the same for you

No moment with Jun is boring 

Every moment is filled with love

So maybe your original fantasies of meeting your soulmate didn’t come true

 But you could not be happier than being with the boy you met by accidentally smacking his face 

[miyanom]

GAME NIGHT CONFESSIONS

MASTERLIST | LANCE MCCLAIN X F!READER

WARNINGS: jokes about sex, slight swearing

NOTES: This idea came to me at like 3am in the morning after I finished playing Monopoly lmao,, so it kinda sucks

Game nights were a weekly occurrence in Lance and Y/N’s apartment ever since the two had moved in together over two years ago.

It had been Allura’s idea, both the game nights and the move in. Y/N was looking for a new place after her roommate not so nicely kicked her out to make room for her new boyfriend, and Lance was looking for someone to help with rent.

Y/N was quickly accepted into the friend group after moving in, and the rest was pretty much history.

“You can’t buy it!” Pidge shouted, pointing at Hunk who was staring dumbfoundedly at the Monopoly money in his hand. “I rolled already!”

“Goddamnit, Pidge!” Hunk complained, carefully placing his money back into the correct piles.

Y/N raised her glass to her lips, watching carefully as Pidge moved her piece. “Dude, buy it before Lance!” She quickly spoke as Pidge landed on Mayfair.

“I am! Take my money!” Pidge handed the money off to Allura, who had been playing banker.

“Y/N, what the fuck,” Lance whined, glancing at the girl who sat beside him. “I was so close to having a colour set.”

Y/N laughed, pushing Lance’s shoulder softly with her spare hand. “That’s what you get for stealing Bond Street.”

“I didn’t steal Bond Street, it was free for the taking,” Lance defended himself, rubbing his bicep as he pretended to be hurt.

“Break it up, lovebirds,” Allura said in a sing-song tone, a smirk tugging at her lips as she stared at them. “It’s Lance’s turn.”

As Lance shook this dice in his hands, his eyes flickered back to Y/N. “Watch out, I’m coming for your last orange too.”

Y/N gasped jokingly. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.” Lance released the dice, and they all watched as they landed in the middle of the board, scoring him a three.

Another other time, Y/N would laugh at the small number, but she just watched in horror as Lance bought the last orange space she needed.

“I think Y/N’s brain just broke,” Pidge started cackling.

Hunk reached over to pat Y/N’s back comfortingly. “Don’t worry, maybe you can trade.”

Y/N let out a cry, falling back onto the carpet and staring up at the roof. “The betrayal,” she cried out, placing a hand against her chest. “It hurts!”

Allura laughed at her friend’s antics, until her phone beeped and she quickly stood up. “Let’s take a break, I need to answer this.”

Y/N lifted herself up, leaning back on her elbows as she glanced at her friend. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Allura smiled reassuringly. “Romelle’s calling.”

“Oh, her girlfriend is more important than our high stakes game. This is life or death, Allura,” Lance teased, only earning a kick to his thigh from Pidge.

“Dude, like you wouldn’t drop everything for your girlfriend- oh wait, you can’t get one because you’re head over heels for-” Pidge was cut off by Hunk’s hand covering her mouth.

Lance’s eyes began quickly flickering between Pidge and Y/N, who was now moving toward the kitchen. “Pidge, what the hell?!” He hissed, leaning closer to her. “What if she heard you?”

“If only,” Pidge rolled her eyes. “Maybe we wouldn’t have to listen to your stupid pining anymore.”

“Wh- what?! I don’t talk about her that much!” Lance’s eyes widened. “Hunk, help me out here!”

“Pidge is right,” Hunk sighed. “You know… maybe now’s your chance. While she’s alone.”

Lance’s gaze followed Hunk’s hand as the boy pointed toward the apartment’s balcony. Sure enough, Y/N was closing the door behind her as she stepped out, probably needing fresh air after being inside all day.

Lance huffed. “No way! Absolutely not! She’s gonna reject me.”

“And how the hell would you know that?”

Lance gulped as he slowly looked behind him. Allura stood there with her arms crossed, clearly she finished her phone call and heard their conversation.

“You never know what’ll happen unless you take a risk, Lance,” she told him. “I think the risk will be worth it in this case.”

Lance looked back to Hunk, who was giving him a thumbs up. With a loud groan, Lance pushed himself to his feet. “Fine… fine! I’m going. When she rejects me, I’m swapping apartments with you, Pidge.”

“What? Why me?!”

Pidge’s words fell on deaf ears as Lance headed outside.

“Hey,” Y/N smiled softly, looking at Lance from where she stood leaning against the railing. “Come to keep me company after stealing my dreams, huh?”

“Hey, it was payback for telling Pidge to take Mayfair!” Lance laughed, carefully moving to stand beside her.

Without a word, Y/N passed her bottle over to Lance. He glanced down at it for a moment, before taking a large gulp. God knows he’d need more alcohol in his system if he was getting rejected tonight.

“Jeez, drink all of it why don’t you?” Y/N quickly took the glass bottle from him again. “Seriously, what’s got you so wound up?”

Lance whispered under his breath, causing Y/N’s brows to furrow up in confusion. “Dude, speak up, I can’t-”

“I like you!” Lance spoke loudly. “A lot, Y/N. And for awhile now, too.”

The two went silent, and Lance’s hung head low for a moment. “It’s okay, I know you don’t feel the same way. Oddly enough, I think that’s okay. You’re my best friend, I don’t want anything to-”

As Lance turned to face her, he was greeted by her lips against his in a soft kiss. His shoulders instantly relaxed as one of Y/N’s hands came up to caress his cheek, staying there even as she slowly pulled away.

Despite no longer feeling her lips against his, he still couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes, afraid it was all just a dream and that he was being delusional.

“I like you, too,” Y/N whispered softly, causing Lance’s eyes to finally open.

She stood there right in front of him, her cheeks tinted pink, though it would be barely visible beneath the flickering street light if he wasn’t this close to her.

Lance let out a sigh of relief, leaning in to quickly kiss her one more time.

Just as Y/N shuffled closer - about to deepen the kiss - someone began knocking on the glass door behind them.

The two quickly separated, turning to see who it was.

Their friends stood there with grins, watching as Lance and Y/N moved away from each other in embarrassment.

Opening the door slightly, Allura leaned out with a grin on her face. “It’s about time, you guys!” She cheered, raising her glass to them.

“Yeah, but get back inside already!” Pidge called out from further back in the apartment. “Don’t have sex on the fire escape, guys! You’ll get kicked out.”

Lance’s face grew hotter, and Y/N raced back to the door, yelling out to Pidge as she tried clearing up the situation.

Y/N stopped just before she stepped inside, turning to look back at Lance. “Let’s talk about this more when they leave, okay?”

Lance smiled softly as he nodded. “Okay.”

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[redqueen-hypothesis]

tied together pt. 1 ➳ mlqc

➳ WORD COUNT: 1874

➳ GENRE: fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: how would the mlqc boys (gavin and kiro) propose?

➳ REMARKS: this literally came out of nowhere, it’s 3am and i need to sleep. check out the inspiration for kiro’s song here!

GAVIN

he realises it on a completely average day

you’re over in his house for a surprise date-but-not-quite date, chiding him for not stocking up on his kitchen enough for you to make a proper dinner - he’s lucky you haven’t discovered his cup noodle stash in the bottom cupboard

the two of you end up ordering take in together

you’re blowing on some hot dumplings before you place them on his plate, rambling to him about your homemade food may not taste as good but is more healthy, when it hits him out of nowhere

yeah, gavin wants to have this everyday for the rest of his life

normal days don’t feel mundane in the least when you’re by his side like this, in fact, each day becomes more and more precious to him, no matter how ordinary they are

he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

this realisation almost scares him, because while he knows that he’s been in love with you for a long time, marriage is different - do you want to marry him? should he really go ahead with taking this step - making you his?

gavin is kind of out of it for the rest of the evening, just... thinking about it

imagining how you would be like if the two of you were married, his ring on your finger

his arms wrapped around you when he goes to sleep and when he wakes up in the morning

you helping him put on his tie before he leaves for work

all the cliches, he’s a sweet boy that way

gavin finds that he wants that more desperately than anything he’s ever wanted in the world, he wants to be the one that makes you happy. for the rest of your lives

the second you leave the house, gavin’s mind is scrambling to think about whether you’ll accept or not if he did propose

this goes on for a while, until one day eli calls you and asks you why gavin has been spacing out at work here and there

not enough for him to be a danger or for him to be shirking work, of course (you know how seriously gavin takes his job), but enough for eli to steal gavin’s pork chops right under his nose - and the man didn’t even realise!

that immediately has you worried

when you confront gavin about it, however, the man looks as cool as a cucumber as always

“eli thinks i’m spacing out? i noticed, i just let it slide.”

for some reason, that’s even more worrying to you (gavin giving up his meat? no way)

he’s actually panicking on the inside, oh my god eli shut up shut up shut up-

he eventually gets exposed to minor, who’s almost as ecstatic about this proposal as gavin is, this is his best bro trying to get married here!!

minor acts as gavin’s secret agent in the company, trying to figure out your ring size with the stupidest excuses

“it’s dark, i’m scared and just need to hold your hand.”

asks the most obvious questions ever like “on a scale of one to ten, how much would you like to marry gavin?”

anna, kiki and willow catch on fast enough and drag him away the second he tries to approach you in case you find out

minor has the subtlety of an elephant stomping through a china shop

plan minor is bust

gavin just gives up on elaborate planning and buys a simple ring

he doesn’t really know when the moment is the moment, so he just keeps the ring in a box in his pocket, waiting for whenever the moment shows itself

and the moment comes a few days later, when the two of you are washing up the dishes together after dinner, and he finds that he can’t stop looking at your soapy hands

part of his brain is terrified, insistent on putting it off, because what if you say no?

the other part of his brain is tired from all this wishy washy and just goes fuck it

reaches into his pocket to pull out the box and pops it open, knows he’s supposed to be kneeling but his brain isn’t working right. gavin stands there dumbly like an idiot, watching you hum to yourself as you continue soaping the dishes

even at this point, he’s still conflicted (to ask or not to ask) but luckily for him, just before he loses his nerves and shoves the ring back into his pocket, you turn around and spot the silver band in his hand

you start to tear up, shocked, while gavin internally panics because his head and tongue seem to have disconnected

forgot the script he’d spent nights working on writing and ends up fumbling out a hoarse “will you marry me?”

it’s then he realises why he’s been so terrified the entire time, he can’t chance you rejecting him, because he can’t imagine a future without you in it

you look at him as if he’s grown a second and third head, and he nearly flees out of your window before you’re wrapping your arms around his middle to tug him back into your apartment

“yes! yes, of course, yes! a million times, yes!”

there are tears in the corners of your eyes, and he brushes them away with a shaky hand before he kisses you on the lips

after the dizziness of the proposal settles down, gavin slides the ring onto your finger with gentle hands

keeps your hands together for the rest of the night

KIRO

realises it when you’ve been pouting a bit over female celebrities trying to get close to him right in front of you

he finds it cute, of course, but he feels like it’s time to settle down, to show you that he’s as much yours as you are his

the public does not know that he’s dating in secret, and the company would surely throw a fit if they know what he’s up to

decides not consult savin about this (uh oh)

has watched plenty of romance dramas, and has acted in countless of them. he knows the drill, diamond ring, tearjerker script and crying girl equals to profit!

but kiro doesn’t want that

he wants it to be special, a unique memory that only the two of you will share together

he’s releasing an album soon, it’s in the production stages, so he decides to add an unplanned song to it, one that he’ll compose and write completely from scratch on his own

manages to act pretty natural around you, although you tend to catch him staring at you with an uncommonly serious look when you’re not looking

it’s not that kiro can’t be serious, but it just isn’t like him to be silent for so long - he’s usually chattering on about something or bursting into random songs that are stuck in his head

surprisingly (to you), he consults you about the new addition to his album, asking you about your taste in music, how you feel about the lyrics

from what you can see, it’s a sweet love song with simple melodies, but deceptively emotional lyrics

he hides the full track from you though, even if you pout and whine

“you’ll just have to find out about it when it drops,” he laughs mischievously

you resign yourself to waiting for another month

the night before, kiro tells you to wait for him at the cross junction for him the next day so that the two of you can celebrate his album release together at souvenir - but he also makes you promise not to listen to the mystery track, he wants to be the first one to sing it to you, with his own lips, and his own voice

and the day it does, social media explodes into a frenzy over the mystery track, simply titled ‘sun’

while the song seems light and cheerful at first, the lyrics have a deeper meaning to them that fans can’t quite decipher, referencing memories and dates together, before bringing up hopes of a future - a future together

you don’t see all of this, however, firmly avoiding all social media to prevent yourself from breaking your promise to kiro

you’re waiting at the crosswalk for him at night after work, a little tired from your day at the office. it’s quiet from how late it is, and the streets are a rather empty, and yet, there’s still no sign of your boyfriend

kiro’s a little late

suddenly, the sounds of a guitar strumming ring out through the quiet night air, and you turn around in surprise to see kiro walking towards you slowly, playing a melody that’s both familiar, but also one that you don’t quite recognise

wait, he’s not wearing his mask or any disguises. people are already starting to turn and stare: is it really kiro? his gaze is fixed solely on you

normally, you would run to him, but the sincere, raw expression on his face glues you to the spot - others must feel it too, because not a single person dares to approach him, not with that fierce determination you see burning in his eyes

when he reaches a short distance from you, he stops and gives you a gentle smile, right before he starts to sing

“i was just one star out of infinity, but you made me your sun. this world of mine was barren, but your warmth filled me with life.”

it’s your song - the song that belongs to the two of you - of your story together, the way you’ve changed his life

“you said i belonged among the planets and the galaxy, but you held the universe inside.”

you don’t even realise you’re crying until kiro starts tearing up as well, and his voice breaks as he reaches the end of the song

“could i be selfish, reach up to pluck the stars and pull the universe into my hands?”

you know what he’s asking

“would you... be mine?”

as the song ends, kiro plucks off the ring hanging off one of the tuning pegs of the guitar, walking up to you with a shy, gentle ‘hey, miss chips’

you throw yourself into his arms when he’s halfway into kneeling, and that’s all the permission he needs to claim your mouth in front of the crowd that’s gathered at the cross junction

they scream and cheer, because it’s kiro finally getting together with the love of his life and he looks so damned happy they can’t help but feel happy for him as well

puts the ring on your finger and kisses it, stroking his thumb over it like he can’t quite believe that it’s there

the news blows up while the two of you beat an escape, kiro donning his disguise as you wrap your hand around his

the two of you have a quiet dinner in souvenir. the chef even makes a special pudding for the two of you, shaped like a small sun

savin throttles kiro the next day at work before congratulating him, and threatens to toss all his snacks in his sleep if he ever pulls such a stunt again

kiro still thinks it’s worth it

[opheliawritesxo]

Jefferson & Leroy Street

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Inclusive!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is an idiot, Y/N Stark is an idiot; Steve Rogers just wants them to kiss and make-up. So he plays matchmaker. How hard can it be to get two idiots in love? Apparently not as easy as he thinks.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: strong language, mentions of a horrible ex, angst with a happy ending

A/N: if anyone sees this fic on AO3 don’t worry about it, it is my own work I just thought I'd change it to a reader insert.

It’d been a long day; University had been busier than normal in the lead up to exams. They just kept telling their self - one more year - when in reality they still had to find a graduate job. What can one actually do with a degree in Criminology?

Unlocking the door to the flat they shared with their two best friends, they groaned at the mess. For two super soldiers, they sure knew how to create a mess. Steve Rogers, the famous Captain America, was currently away on a mission but Bucky was still here having not been needed for this particular mission.

“You had one job dickwad! One job!” They shouted as they looked at the state of the piled-up dishes. They had a bloody rota for a reason, god they missed the days of dishwashers and living at home with their parents.

           There was silence, frowning they searched every room before finally calling to F.R.I.D.A.Y and asking where the hell was Bucky?

“I’m afraid he stepped out over an hour ago Mx Stark, I can find his location if you wish?” The Irish lilt echoed throughout the empty flat. They groaned; they didn’t want to bother him in case he’d been called on a mission.

“Nah s’alright, but thanks anyway F.R.I.D.A.Y.” A weak smile crossed their face, they might as well clean the flat whilst they waited for Bucky to arrive home.

           Bucky never arrived home that night. They waited up as long as they could after giving the flat a thorough clean but when they woke in the morning it was clear he hadn’t come home. Their keys were still in the door. Groaning as they rubbed the back of their neck having fallen asleep on the couch, they checked their phone.

No messages.

That instantly put them in a pissy mood, they were a worrier; always had been, always will be.

           They knew it was going to happen, getting distracted beyond belief at Uni. Trudging back to the flat they could smell the aromatic aroma of Italian cooking. Clumsily opening the door, their face fell a little when they noticed Steve’s shield by the door.

“Are you.. are you seriously standing here cooking in your bloody uniform?” They snorted; well at least that was a sight to brighten their day.

“I was hungry!” He whined.

“Thought you were Bucky.” They muttered, grabbing the blonde’s shield and moving it to the cupboard. It was more so they wouldn’t trip over it as they had done a hundred times before.

“Well it’s his Ma’s recipe so I can see the confusion.” He smiled giving them a kiss on the cheek as they moved within reaching distance. “How was class?”

“Oh, you know.. the usual.” Plonking themselves down at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. “Say.. you wouldn’t happen to have heard from Bucky have you?”

“Yeah, he’s at some dame’s place.. he never told you?” He frowned; they hated that frown.

“Oh yeah, shit I forgot. Of course!” They spoke quickly, they were already pissed at Bucky; it wouldn’t do for him to be ganged up by both them and Steve. “How was the mission?” Quickly and effortlessly changing the subject. Giving Steve the chance to rant about everything and anything he could reveal about the mission. While he spoke, they sent a text to Bucky.

Sent at 4:56PM

You could have told me you were going to get laid. Next time do the dishes before you go and get your dick wet. That is all.

After eating the wonderful food that Steve had prepared, how they could still fit through the door with both of them being amazing cooks they’ll never know; they headed through to their room to do some studying.

They woke up at 3am to her bedroom door being thrown open.

“Jesus Christ!” They squealed, practically falling out of bed as they watched Bucky saunter in.

“What the fuck is this?” Holding out his phone, they squinted at his phone screen being the only light source in the room. Flicking on a light they glared at him.

“It’s three in the fucking morning James, what the ever-loving fuck are you doing sauntering in here like you own the place!” They shouted; they didn’t care if they woke Steve up at this point.

“I do actually own the place..” They groaned

“It’s an expression you idiot! Can we talk about this in the morning? I don’t know why you’re pissed at me! You’re the one that didn’t tell me you were heading out and also left the flat in a god-awful state!”

“Oh, get over yourself! Why are you always so fucking clingy Y/N? It’s ridiculous!” That broke their heart, they knew they were clingy; they always had been, but Bucky had always liked it. —or so they thought.

“I was just worried about you.. I didn’t know where you were.” They muttered, feeling terribly small with the towering figure above them.

“You don’t need to know where I am every second of everyday Christ. Stop being jealous just because you haven’t been laid in months. How is Nathan anyway? Still fucking your ex best friend?” Well that was a low blow, it was clear no one anticipated the slap when it came.

“Fuck. You.” They growled, grabbing their jeans; pulling them on angrily as they moved to grab their coat.

“Y/N, darlin’ it’s late. Come on we’ll got through to my-“ Steve was interrupted by the front door slamming. “The fuck Buck?” He said turning to his best friend.

“Don’t Steve.. just don’t.” The former asset muttered as he moved through to his room, slamming the bedroom door shut.

“Fucking hell..” Steve muttered, rubbing his hands over his face. “F.R.I.D.A.Y, please track them and let me know the minute something isn’t right okay?”

           When they arrived back at the flat four hours later, Steve was already opening the door to her before they could even get their hand on the handle.

“Bloody intelligent busy body in the ceiling.” They muttered to herself as they trudged in. Toeing off their shoes, they headed to their bedroom but were stopped by the ever-righteous grandpa.

“We need to talk about last night.” Steve’s voice was soft, but it held a commanding edge to it, they couldn’t be fucked with that in that moment.

“No, we don’t, Barnes made everything crystal clear. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have class in an hour and a half.” They grunted, hands on his chest to push him out of the way.

“Y/N.. he was- “

“If drunk is about to come out of your mouth I’m whacking you with your own shield. He can’t get drunk; well all know that so why don’t you stop coming up with excuses for his behaviour and just ‘get over yourself’ like I’m doing huh?” Expression blank, but the tears that were starting to well in their eyes were clear for anyone close enough to see.

“You went to Nathan’s.. Y/N, that’s not.. we talked about this. You were doing so well.” He whispered, holding onto their upper arms to keep them in place.

“I waited Steve, I did what you said, and I waited for him to come around. Every-time I tried to make the first move it didn’t work. Bucky doesn’t want me; I’ve accepted that now.. maybe it’s time you do too. Matchmaker isn’t really your biggest strength.” A weak smile on their face as they finally pushed their way out of his grasp.

Heading down the corridor she saw Bucky’s door slowly close, he’d obviously been listening in. Typical. Rolling their eyes, they headed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind them.

           It had been a week since the incident. Both Bucky and Y/N hadn’t left the flat which was more concerning on Y/N’s behalf due to the fact they’d missed a whole week of University. The final straw was when Tony cornered Steve after a briefing asking why he’d gotten an email from the University saying his child hadn’t been attending classes.

He hated being cornered by a protective Tony, especially since they were tentatively trying to build a relationship together. Totally hush hush at the moment; only the two of them aware. Stomping into Y/N’s room he frowned when he saw them staring into space.

“Enough. Get dressed and get the fuck out of here for a couple of hours. Please I’m literally begging you. You’re both driving me up the wall.” It took a couple of seconds for Y/N to grasp that Steve was in the room speaking to them.

“And where exactly do you want me to go?” They mumbled into their duvet.

“Anywhere that isn’t Nathan’s or somewhere dangerous.” Going into their wardrobe he started throwing clothes at them. “If you’re not ready in ten I will barge right back in here you hear?”

“Jesus Steve.. I’m going, Christ.” She muttered, shooing him out the door so they could get ready. Maybe a night out would be nice, they could go for a couple of drinks.

           When they finished getting ready, they side-stepped Steve before they collided with him. Sending a mock salute his way they grabbed their shoes and headed out the door. There were a few bars within walking distance, so they ended up at the first one on their path. Slipping inside they sat themselves down at the bar, ordering a whiskey neat.

“Well, well, well look what the cat dragged in” Mouthing a ‘fuck’ into their drink they turned to see Nathan.

“What do you want?” They grumbled, arms crossing over their chest. He scoffed.

“I can’t believe I don’t even get a hello when I so kindly let you sleep on my couch last week. Didn’t even get a thank you.” Rolling their eyes at him.

“I’m pretty sure letting me crash on your couch is the least you could do after ruining three years of a relationship by shagging Caitlin.”

“I was expecting at least some thank you head, but you never were one to give, were you? Always take, take, take.” He purred; they could smell the booze off him as he made himself at home in their personal space.

“Fuck off Nathan, I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“When were you ever in the mood, I’m sure I can get you there though. Always knew your-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence as a metal arm had him lifted halfway off the ground. They couldn’t help but snort at the fear in Nathan’s eyes.

“Want to finish that sentence?” Bucky growled. They couldn’t help but bite their lip, they’d always had a thing for pissed Bucky; as long as it wasn’t aimed at them but then again. A hand on their arm snapped them out of their daydream. “We’re going for a walk.” His hand slipping into theirs as he dragged them out the bar.

“Oh, we are, are we?” They muttered; the silence grew between them as they walked down the block. “Thanks.. for that back there. I- I didn’t sleep with him by the way. Just crashed on his couch.” They admitted. “I’m an idiot, but I’m not stupid.”

“No one said you were.” They pulled on his hand as they got to a bench, pulling him down to sit next to them.

“I am. I’m sorry about the text.. I was just so worried. You know what I’m like, the world’s worst over-thinker.” Bucky groaned, running a hand over the back of his neck.

“I’ve been a prick.” He grunted, looking at them with sad eyes. “Do you remember the night you caught Nathan?”

Frowning they tried to remember what happened. “You took me to that club? You said something like ‘it’s more or a distraction for me so I don’t rip the bastards throat out?’ Or something along those lines?” He chuckled softly; their heart stopped for a moment — god they’d missed that sound.

“Yeah that’s right, you then proceeded to get fucking drunk off your ass and you said you can’t remember anything else from that night?” They shook their head.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure that was it.”

“Well.. I’m gonna remind you of something right now just.. bear with me.” He mumbled, cupping their chin in his hand; he kissed them. Right there, on the corner of Jefferson and Leroy street. Their hands moved to clutch at his shirt, hazy memories filtering in. Loud music, colour, Bucky, heat, cool metal wrapped around them, Bucky, hands in silk strands, the taste of whiskey and something ultimately Bucky.

“Fuck I kissed you, in the middle of the dance floor..” They whispered as they pulled back, fingers moving to press lightly against their lips. They couldn’t believe she forgot.

“There’s an endless number of things that I wish I could forget darlin’, but I couldn’t forget that. Played in my mind for days. I realised quite quickly you didn’t remember it and you were still getting over him. Then you started to flirt with me and I just; I couldn’t take it.” Their heart was breaking.

“Buck.. I’m so sorry!” They croaked, taking both his hands in theirs; thumb stroking over the back of the smooth metal. “If I’d remembered I would’ve- “

“Thought I was gonna be your rebound or somethin’ and I couldn’t deal. Pretty sure you engrained yourself in my very soul from the day I met your cocky little ass.” His eyes were glued to the ground, but they weren’t having it. Grabbing his face in their hands.

“You never would’ve been a re-bound for my James. You understand me? I’ve loved you from the minute I met you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, I’m hopelessly, utterly-“ They hated being interrupted but they were pretty sure they could make an exception for Bucky’s lips on theirs. It was softer than they remembered, like they were something precious. That’s when the tears started to fall —no one had ever treated them like that before, like they were something to cherish.

“M’not good with feelings and emotions, life ain’t been too kind to me but I know that I love you and I want you. Every part of you. So m’gonna say it now. You’re mine, you’ll always be mine. Even if we can’t be together; you’ll always be engrained in-“ It was their turn to cut him off, kissing him hard; throwing their very soul into the kiss.

“I’m yours Buck, forever and always I’m yours.” They whispered. Chuckling softly, he brushed the tears from their face.

“That’s what I was hoping you were gonna say.” There on the corner of Jefferson and Leroy, two idiots finally got their happy ending. If Steve looked extra smug the next day; Tony would think it was because of him but in reality, it was because of the two thank you texts he’d received from the two idiots. His two favourite idiots.

[taylow061514-blog]

the addict

today i woke up (hungover) at 6:30. my baby was awake and today we planned to go to the zoo. i got up and stumbled to the bathroom to look at the mess sleepy me created. i got dressed then got her dressed, and woke my 24 year old man child... we finished getting dressed and we loaded up in the car. my mind couldn’t let go of the things i read.. truly, you were a legend.. *insert laughing-crying emoji here, fucking idiot.. 

all I knew at the given time was that you were either: 1)Dead, 2)Overdosed, 3)Off the deep-end, 3)Stupid. I couldn’t decipher the -addict’s- Facebook statuses anymore than i could reach her. i read comments for clues (which, to my avail, one hint was recovered), and it all made so much sense. you are so stupid, Mr. “I’m not addicted”. I rode two hours away getting no response from -the addict-, inquiring about you, “not the addict”. now it’s been over 13 hours and i’m anxious now... i don’t know what you were doing, but apparently lingering the streets at 3am with the -addict- was involved. seriously, you’ve lost it. 3am is totaly in the S L E E P I N G time zone. whatever, yolo i guess. 

i get so mad thinking about where it all went wrong. you were on such a good track; i was beyond proud of you. you got your bachelors degree. i tried to warn you and even most, i dont want to tell you i tried to tell you. why didn’t you listen? sure, a pretty face or three was involved, but it wasn’t worth it, now was it, “not the addict”? i always show love from a distance and you’ll realize that when you and -the addict- are clowning me for my inquiry during your next roxie-sesh... if you aren’t dead now, what do i know? nothing.

i have a baby now, so i’m not going to invest my time in reaching out to you. i honestly hope you do pull through. i talked to god about you and if you’re not with him, i hope you come out and get clean. 

stay cool fella. 

[jjpmoans]

Across The World | jackson wang

w.c : 1k+

The setting is almost the same like Jinyoung's Lucky Star. Happy Chinese New Year to my mutuals and friends. Have a great year ahead and be happy!

x

You feel your ears start tuning in to some distant sound, that's when you want to groan. It is not good to wake up and start grumbling about the unfairness of life but you hate mornings. Waking up is like a battle within you and the world. It is always the sound that wakes you up. Either from the street or the person beside you.

The person beside you.

Your eyes shoot open, finding the familiar figure lying next to you, eyes closed and breathing very softly. He looks tired- no. He is tired. He stays unmoved like a log, the only proof he's alive is because of the warmth of his hand around you. Just like the previous year, Jackson is home.

He promised you he'll be home for Chinese New Year, even if it takes him to travel from the other side of the world. You don't even want to hold the promise against him because you know how he takes promises seriously. You want him to be safe and healthy so you don't want to make him come home for Chinese New Year.

But like always, Jackson knows you better than everyone.

He knows how your 'no' has different intonation, how your 'yes' differs depending on your mood. He knows you inside and out, it will be impossible to mask your true thoughts to him.

So when you opened the door at 3am to him, standing in front of your shared apartment safe and sound, his arms reached for you first, pulling you into a hug while you cried. You remember Jackson have to bring both of you inside, though the memory was hazy because you cried too hard and immediately blacked out after Jackson lulled you to sleep.

Now that you are wide awake, you'd like to take this time to appreciate the man before you. Your eyes wanders his brown locks, short ends sticking out in all directions. He is sleeping peacefully, like a baby. Ironically, Jackson generally is a baby inside a man. He whines about everything but still overwork himself. He is sensitive, as what his fans will call him, but with that amount of knowledge, people still write malicious comments about him online. 

You still remember when his face changes when he learnt that some fans think he prioritize his solo career instead of GOT7. You thought their comments were dumb but Jackson thought it was really his fault.

Your hand reaches to fix his hair, pining it down to match the other strands. You love this man with all your life. Tell you about lucky, you're the luckiest woman on earth. The day Jackson laid his eyes on you was the day every other fangirl lost their chances. 

Sometimes you think how devastated they can be and are you suitable to be his girl. However Jackson has you assured with just one simple word. 

"I know what I want. And I want you."

Your heart makes a somersault when Jackson stir from his sleep, unconsciously tightened his grip on your waist. You heard him yawns, his bicep underneath your head moves and in no time you are pulled into his chest, being closer to him as if it isn't close enough.

Deep rumbles resonates from him, you feel his nose on top of your head, taking a breath of your smell. 

"Jackson no!"

You feel his nose now replaced by his lips, dropping a kiss before dropping another on your forehead.

"Good morning sweetheart." He smiles, showing his perfectly aligned teeth and you feel like crying again. It has been so long since you met him and though sometimes you feel like Rapunzel being kept in a tower, you can't deny the fact that being in Jackson's arms are definitely the best thing you will ever want.

"Good morn-mphh," yes and waking up to Jackson means getting kisses even though he has morning breath.

Talk about whipped culture.

"Oh my god Jackson!" You manage to pull away after fighting with his strong arms. "I'm breaking up with you." 

"You won't dare!" He laughs when you try to escape his hold, somehow you will never learn that he is much stronger than you. "Sweetheart hey hey- oh god."

He had enough of you.

Using only a little of his strength, he flips you easily, your back laying flat on the bed and he has effectively caged you from moving but half crushing his body on yours.

You feel like your breath getting knocked out of your lungs, Jackson being on top of you brings you countless of memories you were together. It seems like you're dreaming, Jackson is probably not here and you're hallucinating to keep yourself sane.

"Hey.." god his voice is so real. Is this a dream? 

You feel him leans in and press a peck on your lips.

"Do you feel that I'm real now?" He asks. He knows how you've wanted him to be home for so long, so he is aware that you still think your mind playing tricks on you.

"Can you do that again?"

He does, pressing you another firm kiss, slightly cupping your lower lips with his and gently sucking on it. 

Pulling away, his eyes finds your face, adoreness pouring out which makes your lungs suffocate. You feel your lungs burnt together with your mind, then something snaps inside you, as if your hallucination disappears.

But Jackson didn't disappear. 

So you reach one hand, stroking his hair lovingly. 

"Are you really home, baby?" Hesitating, you are afraid that he'll say no. You're afraid that he will say this is not real and you will wake up later. However, you know Jackson will never lie, dream or not.

He takes your hand from his hair, pulling it towards his lips and kiss it gently. 

"I'm home, sweetheart. I'm home." Jackson offers your a genuine smile, chasing all your doubts away. He nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, snuggling against you while another drop of your tears escape, happy that your man is home.

Like every other year, Chinese New Year is one of the reasons why you are still alive and breathing.

It brings your man back to you.

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[tehrevving]

can i get a dante x reader fic in a laundromat. like those boys have a washing machine lmao.

Ok, but Dante naked in the laundromat at 3am is my new kink. 

All things considered, it wasn’t a bad job. You honestly weren’t even sure why your boss hired you. The answer as to why an automated laundromat needed a night attendant was beyond you, but it didn’t matter. Basically you just did whatever you wanted all night, it helped pay the bills, and really that was all that mattered.

Tonight, or this morning, working the night shift was confusing sometimes; you were binge watching another series on netflix that you didn’t really care about while reading some quite well written erotica that your friend had recommended to you. It was 2:47am when you finished the latest chapter and honestly, it was about time for a bathroom break. You had seriously considered giving yourself some quick release after the last few steamy chapters but, the thought of how absolutely gross the bathroom down the street was made you think twice about it. 

Anyway, you got up, stretching your aching muscles and headed off for a much needed bathroom break.

You had been gone maybe 10 minutes and weren’t really paying any attention when you returned. It took far too long for you to notice the humming and gushing of water signifying that the machines were in use. You looked up finally, always curious about who the fuck was out doing their laundry at 3am.

You were absolutely not expecting what you saw.

Standing next to the row of washing machines was a tall and very fucking naked man with his back to you. His long white hair shook as he hummed and danced to a tune that you couldn’t make out. 

“Holy Fuck!” You exclaimed, much louder than you expected it to be, but honestly what other reaction was appropriate?

The man noticed you then and slowly turned around until he was facing you. He was older, attractive and with a good body. He made absolutely no effort to cover up his nakedness and you struggled to draw your eyes away from the very large, flaccid just cock just lying right there against his leg.

He started walking towards you and his fucking cock jiggled with every step. 

Eventually you managed to draw your eyes up to his face, but you couldn’t look him in the eyes. You saw him wink at you out of the corner of your vision and you couldn’t help but blush. 

“I didn’t realise there would be such a pretty attendant here at this time,” he said, his voice low and flirty. 

You were speechless.

“Name’s Dante,” he drawled, holding his hand out for you to shake. 

You introduced yourself with a stammer, reluctantly shaking his hand, figuring it would be pretty rude for you not to. At least with him being this close to the counter, you weren’t able to see his dick. 

“I guess we’re stuck here together for the next few hours,” he winked again, “let me know if you need anything,” he said, and then turned around chuckling as he moved to sit on one of the benches near the machines. 

He pulled out a magazine, you couldn’t make out the contents from where you were but you were pretty sure there was a scantily clad woman on the front of it. He was still naked, his bare ass on the bench and you could still see this fucking dick. 

“Umm, Dante,” you called out to him and he looked over at you. “Would you mind, umm, covering up?”

“Oh,” he said and then looked down at himself, “honestly I’d forgotten I wasn’t wearing anything,” he stopped and thought for a moment, “all of my clothes are in the wash though.”

“Let me look through the lost and found for you,” you stammered, reaching underneath the desk to pull out the old cardboard box. 

The gods were not fucking on your side today. The lost and found box was totally empty apart from a single in-date magnum condom. What the fuck?

By the time you’d finished screaming internally, the man had gotten up and stood near enough to the counter that you could make out the fucking veins on his cock.

“Find anything doll?” He was smiling, looking straight at you and smug as he cocked his hip. It was like he was trying to get you to look at his penis. 

You shook your head, “no.”

“What a shame,” he said and then he laughed, brushing his hair back from his face as he lowered his voice and stooped over slightly so he was closer to your height. “I could always wear you instead sweetheart.”

It took far too long for you parse his words, your mouth hanging open like a fish while your brain struggled to catch up. He was hot, you were still pretty horny from reading porn and well, it’s highly unlikely that anyone else is gonna come into the laundromat.

“Has that line ever worked for you?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“I dunno. You tell me. First time I’ve ever used it.”

You leant over the counter so you were closer to his face. “It’s only gonna work because I’ve been reading porn all night and I’m fucking horny. OK?”

Dante laughed, “Jackpot!” He beckoned you over to him.

You reached down and grabbed the single fucking condom out from the lost and found box.

You made a show of looking him up and down as you walked around the counter towards him, focusing between his legs, “you’re a magnum right?”

He laughed, “come here.”

He pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around your body and leaning down to press his lips against yours. 

His lips were soft and his stubble was rough against your skin. He was warm and you couldn’t help but run your hands against the bare skin of his chest. He pulled you flush against his skin, his teeth teasing at your lips. It didn’t take long until you could feel the press of his cock against your leg as it started to stir. 

Dante lifted you up effortlessly, you clung onto his arms for dear life but he seemed confident enough. He deposited you on top of the currently whirring washing machine and you gasped slightly at the vibrations of it against your heated body. 

He leant down and started to undress you, pulling off your baggy sweatpants and underwear until you were bare and smearing your arousal against the grimy plastic of the washing machine. 

You put your hands on his hips and pulled him close to you. He let out a groan as your bodies slotted together. You kissed him, pushed your tongue down his throat as you felt him shift so his hand was pumping at his cock. 

Dante pulled away with a groan, slightly breathless as he plucked the condom from your grasp. You chanced a look downwards to watch him put it on and holy shit, his dick was even bigger hard; thick and long it seemed like it took an age for him to finish rolling it down his cock. 

The he was winking at you, leaning down and pulling you to his body. He manipulated your body until your teeth were at his shoulder and his cock was pressing against your entrance. 

“Feel free to use your teeth if you need to sweetheart,” he smirked and then began to slowly press forward.

You did end up clawing at him, your teeth pressing marks into his skin. He went slowly and between the lube on the condom and your own slick he sank inside of you easily enough. But he was big and thick, and the burn was intense, soothed only slightly by the vibrations of the washing machine underneath you. 

His hands squeezed hard at your ass when he finally bottomed out inside of you. A small groan escaping his lips and he panted slightly. “Shit, that doesn’t normally happen,” he said, pulling away slightly to look down at where your bodies were joined, where practically the entirety of his cock was sheathed inside of you. “Damn,” he breathed. 

“Move,” you said to him, bucking your hips digging your nails into his back until he had no choice but to oblige. 

He started off slowly at first, setting a rhythmic pace but with the vibrations of the machine spurring you along, you couldn’t maintain it for very long. Soon he was fucking you with long, hard strokes, his large cock pressing against every sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Shit, you feel so good,” he groaned against your ear, but you were too busy trying not to bite all the way through the soft skin of his neck. 

He picked up his pace as your cries began to reach a fever pitch, as the washing machine underneath you whirred louder and stronger as it neared the end of its cycle.

Dante fucked you roughly, his hands pushing and pulling at your ass. He took his own pleasure from you, but as the heat kept building and building inside of you, you couldn’t even care.

The vibrating of the washing machine reached a fever pitch and you cried out and came around his cock. Dante moaned and his hips stuttered as your body tightened impossibly around him. He couldn’t help but bury himself deep inside of you and come. 

He practically flopped over on the washing machine, his hair falling in your face with his weight an almost unpleasant press on your body. The washing machine underneath you decided to start beeping then, signalling that the load was done. 

Dante laughed and then swore, pulling himself upright. Your whined at the loss of sensation as he pulled out of you. 

He helped you get down off the washing machine and help you up while your shaky legs recovered. You found your pants on the floor and struggled to pull them on as you watched Dante begin to transfer his clothes from the washing machine into the dryer. 

His cock was still slightly hard, sticking straight up and bobbing as he moved. It looked fucking ridiculous and you couldn’t help but laugh.

He looked at you, slightly hurt as he turned on the dryer. He sat back down on the bench and beckoned you over. You sat down in his lap and got comfortable against his chest.

“I gotta start doing my washing more often.” he chuckled, smirking down at you. 

You just punched him in the shoulder and laughed, unsure of what the fuck just happened and where the fuck you were going to go from here.

[thatfanficstuff]

Happiness - Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Warnings: So fluffy my teeth hurt.

A/N: This has been in my head forever. I had feels and needed to get it out. So...enjoy.

***

You sat up in bed with a gasp, a hand pressed to your chest. Your gaze darted around the room, searching the darkness as you tried to shake the dream off. Typically, when you had nightmares, they were about a case or an unsub that you had trouble letting go of. But this one…

You widened your eyes as you tried to shake off the last little bit of slumber hoping the remnants of the dream would go with it. You twisted around to sit on the edge of the bed and dropped your head into your hands. Your heart still pounded wildly in your chest.

Your eyes slipped closed and an image of Aaron Hotchner bloody and lifeless flashed through your mind. God, that dream was so graphic and felt so real. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and pulled up your contacts. Your thumb hovered over Aaron’s name. A quick glance at the time showed it was just after 2:00AM.

You couldn’t wake him, not for this. Could you? You bit your lip and pressed his name before you could talk yourself out of it. You weren’t going to be able to sleep until you heard his voice. 

“Hotchner,” he answered after two rings. His voice was low and raspy with sleep.

“I’m so sorry, Aaron. I just…I had this dream and I needed to know you were okay.”

“Y/N? Are you all right?” He instantly sounded more alert.

The corner of your mouth curled up in a smile and your heart calmed. Aaron was fine. “Yeah. I’m good. Promise. I just needed to hear your voice. Go back to sleep.”

“Do you want to come over?”

You smiled. “I thought we agreed on no sleep overs, Agent Hotchner.” The two of you had been dating for several months but had agreed to keep the relationship out of the bedroom so to speak in front of Jack.

He gave a low chuckle. “I might have had some thoughts about that.”

“Is that so? Well, we can discuss it tomorrow. Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t be. I’m here whenever you need me. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Aaron.” You hung up the phone and placed it back on your nightstand. Your hand lingered. “I love you.” You’d said it in your head a thousand times. Whispered it as he slept, but you’ve yet to say it to him. He was so adamant about taking things slow after Haley and you didn’t want to scare him off.

You curled back up in your bed and nestled into your pillow. Speaking to Aaron had brought you some peace but now your mind was racing and you were having trouble going back to sleep. You’d just flipped over for the fourth time when you heard a knock at your door. A glance at the time showed that it was almost 3AM now. You rolled off the bed and padded to the door. You peered through the peephole and smiled when you found Aaron on your doorstep with Jack sleeping in his arms. Both of them still in their pajamas.

You unlocked the door and quickly opened it. “Aaron?” You kept your voice soft so you wouldn’t wake Jack and took the two bags he carried from his hand. One you recognized as his go bag. The other was Jack’s backpack. “What are you doing here?”

One corner of his mouth kicked up in a crooked smile as he stepped past you and into the house. “I told Jack you had a bad dream and he thought we should come over.”

“Did he now?” He followed you down the hall to the second bedroom you used as an office/guest room. You pulled back the blankets so he could put Jack in the seldom used bed and you put his bag on the chair in the corner. Once he was settled you tucked him in and pressed a kiss to his forehead. When you turned you found Aaron watching from the doorway, a soft look in his eyes. Your cheeks heated under his attention.

As you passed by him, you grabbed his hand and pulled him after you. When you reached your room, you dropped his bag next to your dresser, then it didn’t take long for the two of you to crawl into your bed and get comfortable. Your head was on his chest and his arm wrapped around you. He kissed the top of your head.

“So why did you really come over?”

“I told you, it was Jack’s idea.”

“Seriously, Aaron?” You pushed yourself up to give him a look that said you weren’t buying it.

He huffed a little laugh and smiled. “I am serious. He woke up while we were on the phone and came in my room. He asked if I had to go to work and I told him no and that you’d had a bad dream. Once he discovered you had no one to sleep with and make you feel better, he insisted we come over.”

Your eyes burned as tears welled up and you sniffed. Aaron and Jack Hotchner loved cautiously but when they did, it was with their whole heart. It still astounded you on a daily basis that they’d allowed you into their little circle.

Aaron reached up and used his thumb to wipe away a tear that escaped and started to run down your cheek. “Happy tears I hope?”

You nodded. “Happy tears.”

He pulled you to him and kissed you long and slow before you settled back down to sleep.

***

The next morning was announced by a small body crawling up on the bed and belly flopping across the two of you. You grunted as the air was forced from your lungs but you were quick to recover. Your fingers dug into Jack’s sides, making him squeal with happiness.

“Jack, what did I say about pouncing on people to wake them up?” Aaron’s voice was ragged with sleep as he struggled to wake.

The thought that he was so used to this that it failed to rouse him completely, made you giggle. He peered down at you, one eyebrow arched. “Think that’s funny, do you?”

You nodded as you tickled Jack again.

“No! Y/N! I’ll behave. Promise!” the boy managed to get out between squeals.

You ceased tickling and instead wrapped your arms around him, placing him between you and Aaron. “I’m not certain he’s learned his lesson, dad. What do you think?”

Aaron looked very seriously between you and his son before grinning and wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close so Jack was trapped between the two of you. You and Aaron then began to pepper Jack with kisses while he laughed with delight. When you stopped to give him a chance to breathe, he looked up at you with a wide smile on his face. “I love you, Y/N.”

You mirrored his grin and leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, Y/N,” said a much deeper voice and you jerked your head up to meet Aaron’s eyes. He was smiling but you knew him well enough to see the worry in his gaze that you wouldn’t return the sentiment.

Your grin widened. “I guess it’s a good thing I love you, too, then.”

He shifted Jack over to his other side so Aaron was laying between you and his son. Then, he turned and kissed you. It was brief, chaste, but promised more to come later.

“You know what else I love?” a little voice piped up.

You both looked expectantly at Jack.

He grinned. “Pancakes.”

There was a beat of silence that was quickly filled with laughter.

“I tell you what, Jack. I don’t have the stuff I need here to make pancakes but there’s a place just down the street with the best pancakes in the city. Why don’t you go get dressed and we’ll go out for breakfast,” you told him.

“Yes!” He was out of bed in a flash.

“And brush your teeth,” Aaron yelled after him.

Your boyfriend gave you another quick kiss. “Happy?”

“You have no idea.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I do.” Then his lips captured yours again. 

[sunyoonandstars]

BTS Drabble || 3a.m.|| Jimin x You

〖 Requested 〗

a little angst, but mostly fluff

Word Count 1.658

Jimin wakes up at 3am to a series of missed calls from you and instantly fears the worst. Soon, however, the nightly disturbance takes an unexpected turn ... 

A/N: This was such a sweet request. Please show it some love. Thank you. 💙

3a.m. 

Only grudgingly did Jimin open his eyes, his peaceful slumber being disturbed by a relentless buzzing sound that just would not stop.

Still half asleep, he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before he went on to stretch his limbs and blindly feel for his phone – no doubt the source of this disturbance – on the nightstand. The bright red digits of his alarm clock read 3:01am.

"For the love of –" Jimin had started out to curse, furious with whoever dared to bother him at such an ungodly hour. As soon as he read your name, however, and discovered the six missed calls he had received from your number, he stopped in mid-sentence, an icy shiver immediately shooting down his spine.

For you to call him in the middle of the night, something must have happened. And nothing good, he presumed.

Within seconds, Jimin was wide awake, his senses heightened, no trace of drowsiness left in his system as his thoughts were racing, imagining the most terrifying scenarios.

What if you had been in an accident? Or got drunk with your irresponsible college friends again, who would leave you wandering around Seoul all by yourself like last time, when you couldn't afford the cab fare? Or, even worse, what if you had gotten into an argument with your parents again? And your father had hit you, in the heat of the moment? Or locked you out? It wouldn't have been the first time.

Sick with worry, his hands trembling, Jimin called your number, seconds feeling like hours while he was forced to listen to the dial tone. But you didn't pick up.

"Y/n, I'm worried. What happened!? Are you okay? Call me when you get this," he left you a frantic voice mail, almost choking on his own voice, so tight was his throat.

What if he had lost you? What if you were in trouble? What if he had slept unsuspectingly when you had needed him the most? What if he let you down?

"Shit," Jimin cursed under his shaky breath as he paced the floor of his bedroom, running in circles, bathed in cold sweat while he desperately longed for his phone to ring once more. But it didn't.

There was really only one thing left to do for him now. He would have to go over to your place to check on you himself and search all of Seoul if he had to.

Quickly, Jimin grabbed a random jacket from his wardrobe and threw it over his pajamas, almost leaving the apartment barefooted in his hurry. Only midway down the staircase did he realize that he had forgotten to put on shoes, cursing his own forgetfulness when he had to turn back to put on his practice sneakers. God knew in what sort of emergency situation you currently were. Every second might have counted, and he just wasted about thirty of them.

"Shit, shit, shit," Jimin was muttering to himself as he made his way down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator.

Finally, he arrived at the lobby and rushed past the building's security guard positioned by the main entrance.

"Sir, what's –"

"Nothing." Jimin stopped him with a wave of his hand when the man made a move to block his way. "Gotta go. No time to explain."

Luckily, the guard decided to let him pass without asking further questions.

As soon as Jimin reached the open street, he broke down, gasping for breath, his lungs burning, his sides cramping, struggling to get back on his feet.

He had to call a cab.

He had to get to you.

Now.

No time for weakness.

No time to waste.

Pictures of you, bruised, bleeding, hurt, lost, alone, crying … haunted him, urging him on to keep running.

Until, suddenly, unexpectedly, the call of a familiar voice demanded his attention. The sound was so faint, almost inaudible through the ringing in his ears, Jimin was inclined to believe he had misheard. But there. There it was again.

"Jimin?"

Wide-eyed, he spun around.

"Jimin! It really is you!"

At first, he was hesitant to trust his eyes. But there was no doubt. It was you he was looking at. His y/n. His girlfriend. His love. Alive and well, by the looks of it, smiling even.

Beaming with joy at the sight of him, you made your way over to Jimin who remained frozen in place, a state mostly owed to the absolute exhaustion that had gotten a hold of his limbs, as well as to utter disbelief.

“Y–Y/n!?" he stammered, battling with mixed emotions.

On the one hand, Jimin's heart was flooded with relief at the realization that no harm had come to you. On the other hand, however, he was furious you had given him a reason to fret and do a full-blown cardio workout in the middle of the night for nothing.

"Yes. I'm sorry if I woke you," you smiled at him warmly as you threw your arms around his waist for a close hug, burying your face in his shirt and making it so much harder for Jimin, if not impossible, to stay mad at you for even one second longer. "But how did you know to come down here? My phone died. I didn't even get a chance to let you know I was here."

"I – Y/n! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Eyes wide with confusion, you pulled back from the hug to look up at him, brows raised.

"I – What!? How? Why?"

"I don't know. You tell me!" Jimin scoffed, his tone a little harsher than initially intended.

He could tell you felt bad already, so he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, cupping your face with both his palms.

"I was just so worried, baby, when I saw all your missed calls and couldn't reach you after I woke up. I thought something had happened."

"Oh," you sighed, pouting. "I'm sorry, Jimine. I didn't intend –"

"I know. I know, baby. It's okay. But, please, don't ever scare me like that again."

With a fond smile, he ran a hand through your hair, his other arm wrapped around you tightly.

"I won't, I promise."

"Good. Now, why did you call me, Y/n? Did something upset you? Or did you get lost again?"

"No," you shook your head, cheeks flushed if Jimin wasn't mistaken. "It – It's nothing. It's stupid. I shouldn't have called you at this time of night for no reason. I'm sorry."

"I'm sure there was a reason, baby. Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me. Don’t worry. You can tell me. What kept you up at night? Hmm? Did you have a nightmare?"

"No. It's just –" Abashedly, you cast down your eyes, avoiding his on purpose. “I couldn't sleep, and it was one of the first warm summer days, and I haven't seen you since last week, because your schedule is so busy during the daytime. And then I saw all these couples outside, roaming the streets, laughing, holding hands, having ice cream ..."

You had started shifting your weight nervously from one foot to the other, in doing so wiggling free from Jimin's embrace, clearly ashamed. Despite your efforts to shake him off, though, he didn't let go of your hand but, instead, wrapped his pinky around yours, a thing the two of you did sometimes.

Because, at the beginning of your relationship, you used to have trouble being intimate and vulnerable with him emotionally and physically at once. So, whenever the two of you would have a heart to heart, you would get scared and shy away from Jimin's touch. Until he established this ritual, where he would just hold on to your little finger until you would be comfortable enough to allow physical closeness again. A method which had proven effective in making you feel safe and gaining your trust, something Jimin cherished above all else.

For a few seconds, he merely looked at you, getting lost in the view, incredulous at the fact that such a beautiful, loving and lovable, tender and delicate creature was actually his.

"Sooo ...," he then cooed, smiling, smitten with your adorable attempt at hiding your embarrassment on account of having woken him from sleep for such sentimental reasons. "You missed me? And wanted to take a night walk with me? To have ice cream? Is that it?"

At this point, Jimin couldn't contain his wide grin, despite his efforts to show you that he took you seriously, smiling so hard his cheeks burned.

"Maybe," you muttered, averting your flushed face and hiding behind a protective veil of tousled hair.

"Aww, baby. Why didn't you just say so earlier? I missed you, too! So much!" He pulled you close and pressed his lips against your temple for a quick peck, meeting no resistance. "And I would love nothing more than to take a romantic night walk with you! It's been too long since we had our last date, anyway."

"Really?" You blinked up at him, stunned by his unexpected reaction.

"Of course, stupid," Jimin smiled, gently poking your nose with the tip of his index finger before kissing it.

"Come on, let's go!" He eagerly pulled at your hand, fingers intertwined. "There's a convenience store close by, and I know for a fact that they have your favorite ice cream. Any idea how I know that?"

"No," you shook your head, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Jimin was the only one who could make you smile like that. And, right now, his features were a reflection of yours, eyes sparkling, two crescent moons, shining brighter than the sun herself in the balmy summer night.

"Because, whenever I pass the store and see the advertising poster for that ice cream hung up in the shop window, I have to think of you, Y/n."

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Called It(Tyrus fanfic)

1720 Words

Wrote this at 3am with a friend so excuse any errors. Let us know if you’d like more fics :)

“Is there anything else you wanna ask me?” TJ inquires, his hand inching closer to Cyrus’. He’s so nervous he feels lightheaded.

“Is there anything else you wanna tell me?” Cyrus asks, looking down at TJ’s hand, which was inching closer to his as they spoke.

TJ smiles. “Yeah,” he pauses, not thinking about what could happen next “...is there anything you want to tell me?” Part of him isn't sure Cyrus knows what he’s referring to, and that makes what he just said a lot less terrifying.

“Yes.” Cyrus beams, grabbing the hand that TJ has subconsciously inched closer to him. As soon as he feels the contact, TJ lets out a breath of air. Then he smiles. He wants to just start laughing, he’s so happy. And yes, he’s nervous, and he can tell Cyrus is too, but no emotion can change the way he feels right now, because he’s holding hands with Cyrus Goodman.

“Sooo...now what?” Cyrus grins. TJ can see the joy in his eyes, and he feels like he’s about to explode. This isn’t some misunderstanding, or some game. TJ is holding Cyrus’s hand, and Cyrus is happy about it.

“I don’t know,” TJ trails off, “maybe this?” He says slowly, leaning in slightly towards Cyrus.

“Earth to TJ!” Andi yelled, frantically waving her hand in his face.

TJ looked around him. Right. He was packed into a booth at the Spoon with Andi, Buffy, Jonah and Cyrus. Hanging out with the four of them had sounded a little intimidating, but at least he got to see Cyrus.

“What? Sorry.” He apologized, snapping out of his daze, but quickly falling into another one as he looked over at the brown haired boy sitting across from him.

“It’s your turn! Truth or dare?” Buffy asked, eyeing him carefully.

“Dare I guess?” TJ smiled and raising his eyebrows at Cyrus, who smiled at him a little. TJ’s heart raced from that alone.

“Oooh okay dare. Dare, dare, dare. What’s a good dare?” Andi thought aloud, glancing around the Spoon.

“I GOT ONE!” Jonah chimes in. “Ask for her number.” He exclaims, pointing to the short brunette waitress TJ knew from school.

TJ glanced at Cyrus, the pair growing increasingly tense. In truth, the boys had been an unofficial “thing” since that night on the bench, but nobody else knew. Cyrus swallowed hard, training his eyes on the grimey tabletop.

“What? I-I can’t do that.” TJ stuttered, his eyes darting around the small restaurant.

“Why not? It’s not like you have a girlfriend...right? DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFR-“ Andi blurted, only to be cut off by TJ.

“NO! N-no I don’t...” he paused, looking at Cyrus‘ uncomfortable expression, “have a girlfriend- but...I don’t even know the waitress!”

“Chicken.” Buffy teased, punching TJ on the shoulder.

“Guys he doesn’t want to,” Cyrus said quietly, shooting a sheepish smile towards TJ.

“Yeah, you’re right. I withdraw my dare,” Jonah said, holding his hands up in defeat. “Also I withdraw myself. I should get going to my guitar lesson.” He stood up from the booth suddenly and gathered his belongings, nearly causing Cyrus and Buffy to slide out with him.

TJ smiled, because he shouldn’t be excited about something as dumb as this, but Cyrus was right across from him now.

He kicked Cyrus under the table and saw him turn a slight shade of red. Thelonius, he saw Cyrus mouth, and now it was TJ’s turn to shoot the boy a death stare. Bench or no bench, Cyrus was a great best friend.

The group said their goodbyes to Jonah, and then immediately returned to their intense game of truth or dare.

“Alright Andi, your turn. Truth or dare.” Buffy spoke.

“Honesty is the best policy!” Andi giggled at her cheesy joke.

“Okay. What’s the most awkward thing that’s ever happened to you?” Buffy laughed.

Andi took a minute to consider her answer. “Probably when Cyrus and I both liked Jonah.” She laughed a little.

The small group fell silent, Cyrus going beet red.

TJ stared straight ahead of him, repeating what Andi had just said over and over in his head. Cyrus looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. So it must’ve been true. Cyrus liked Jonah. For all TJ knew, he could still like him. Maybe it was true that Cyrus was gay, but maybe he didnt like TJ at all. Maybe he was just using him to get over Jonah, or to get a boyfriend in front of Jonah.

No, TJ told himself. Cyrus would never do something like that. Besides, he had to be over Jonah by now. Jonah was straight, wasn’t he? But Jonah was so much of a nicer, better person than TJ ever was. TJ imagined Cyrus picking between him and Jonah. For some reason, he couldn’t imagine Cyrus picking him instead. TJ felt sick.

“I take it back, this is the most awkward thing that’s happened to me,” said a voice at the other end of the booth. TJ barely heard Andi as she laughed again, not catching the drift.

Buffy clamped her bottom lip between her teeth, turning towards Andi. “TJ didn’t know…” she muttered at a level that could only be heard by a very flustered looking Andi.

“....ohhhh.” Andi said, her brows knitting together in concern as she noticed Cyrus’s pained expression and realized what she had done. The whole table watched as TJ stood up, his seemingly angered expression going blank.

“TJ,WAIT!” Cyrus called, ignoring his friends’ pleads to stay and running after the boy. TJ, unfortunately, was far more fit than Cyrus, due to his status of basketball team captain. Cyrus stopped frequently to catch his breath, letting himself fall behind TJ.

Cyrus stopped running when Main Street came to a dead end. Where would TJ have gone? To his house, to the school gym, to the park?

Oh, God. Cyrus knew exactly where TJ was. With the little energy he had left, he sprinted towards the park.

TJ sat, head in his hands, on a swing. Tears of anger were rolling down his face, he wasn’t mad at Cyrus or Jonah- how could he be? He was angry at himself for letting someone else break down his walls. He was angry at himself because he could never hate Cyrus, no matter how hard he tried.

TJ felt a presence sit down next to him on the swings. He had known that Cyrus would find him, but he had no idea what he was going to say.

“TJ-“ Cyrus started, his voice full of hurt.

“Just get away from me” TJ muttered, making it impossible for Cyrus to hear what he said.

“What? I didn’t hear you?” Said Cyrus.

“JUST GET AWAY FROM ME, OKAY CYRUS? WHY DO YOU THINK I RAN AWAY FROM YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?” TJ yelled suddenly, making Cyrus step back a little. He gulped, lifting his head up. “Just leave me alone.”

“You didn't leave me alone. The second time we were here.”

TJ was still fuming, and he was never known to be cooperative when he was angry. “Whatever Cyrus. Play your little game, see if I care. Just leave me out of it,” he said, standing up from the swings and beginning to stomp off.

Cyrus surprised himself when he grabbed onto TJ’s shirt, whirling him around. “Teej - I don’t - oh my God, are you crying?” He let his hand fall and looked straight at TJ. “Teej, what’s going on?”

“It’s not like it matters to you anyway,” TJ finally said, letting out a fake laugh. “I’m not stupid - well, maybe I am, but I know you were just...using me.” TJ choked out, not completely believing the words tumbling from his lips. He let a tear fall down his face.

These words hit Cyrus like daggers. “TJ come here.” Cyrus inhaled, not expecting TJ to turn around. Surprisingly, TJ listened, turning on his heel. Cyrus intertwined his fingers with TJ’s and began to speak, “come on. You know me better than this. Why would I ever hurt you? And Jonah… that was all a long time ago, I don’t have feelings like that towards him anymore. And for the record you are not stupid. Please stop saying that you are.”

TJ stood there wordlessly, for a while, drinking in Cyrus’ words. He finally spoke, “I’m so sorry, cy. You’re right. I do know you better. I know you wouldn’t use me or hurt me. And I’m really sorry if I hurt you. I just-“ he smiled sadly, “I just don’t want to lose this. I care about you so much, underdog.”

“I care about you too, so so much. I think you underestimate how much people care about you, TJ. And I - God, I can’t believe you thought I was using you for Jonah. Do you know how-” Cyrus laughed,”-how crazy I am about you?”

TJ smiled a little.

“No, seriously! You’re always so nice to me, and my friends - even Buffy now. You put up with their impromptu truth or dare sessions, and Buffy and Andi’s comments about everything, and you’re so funny too. You know, you’re so cute when you smile and- oh” Cyrus stopped, realizing he was rambling, and blushed a little. “I’ve liked you for months, Teej, much more than anything I ever felt for Jonah. I’m just so glad I have you.”

TJ shut his eyes closed till he saw red, and he smiled and smiled. “I’m so glad I have you, Cyrus,” he said.

“Now, do you think we could fit two people on a swing?”

Back at The Spoon Buffy was trying, but failing, to comfort Andi.

“I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THAT! I DIDN'T REALIZE - OH GOD CYRUS IS GONNA HATE ME!” Andi wailed, facepalming.

“Just calm down!” Buffy urged, looking out the window searching for any sign of either TJ or Cyrus. She was surprised to see the boys walking together, injured from a very bad, gay idea. She smiled faintly. “Hey Andi?” She called.

“Yeah?” Andi asked, turning her head to see what her friend was gaping at.

“I think they’re going to be just fine,” Buffy laughed, gazing at Andi’s awestruck expression.

“Called it.” Andi smirked.