#sorry i ran out of room trying to explain the steps needed to unlock it. anyway

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i just beat the talos principle

this cant be happening

so right away, a quick disclaimer that this is a situation where i tried a game for like a few hours, decided "yeah ill totally play more later" and accidentally forgot about it for a few years. i got the achievement for entering elhim's temple in 2016, and the achievement for using hexahedrons in 2021. so my experience is a bit fractured, to say the least. i dont think it influenced my experience negatively, i didnt forget mechanics or lose the plot. the philosophical musings seem a bit more disconnected, which is a shame

i wanna talk about pretentiousness. i hear that word thrown around a lot, especially at games like this and braid. sure, the atom bomb stuff is pretty thematically disconnected from the time puzzles (hotline miami is a good example of the games mechanics and story elements: the instinct/purpose of violance) but fucking... the entire story of this game is about humanity, how machines may theoretically be built to replicate us and how this relates to our understanding of counsciousness, and how religion plays a role in understanding humanity's place in the world. ignoring these, and the sophisticated presentation, and the plot is basically the stanley fucking parable. i think it all comes down to presentation. TP has the same air of sophistication that something pretentious would, and since pretentiousness is easier/more common than actually thoughtful and engaging writing, people jump to conclusions (not unjustly) and prepare for a condescending experience that only serves to elevate the artist as the smartest one in the room. now, i dont think TP is trying to break ground and be revolutionary in its gameplay and storytelling, its just a basic puzzle game with a religious and philosophical story, so... honestly, if anything, its great for people to start with. kinda.

a lot of puzzle games have central mechanical gimmicks. superhot has the time synchronization thing, superliminal has the perspective size thing, viewfinder has the camera thing. talos kinda doesnt have that, at least not in a way thats as easily conveyed. its like... item management? using tools in specific ways. a lot of the actually puzzle-solving, when not just figuring out eccentricities of the game's rules (like eagle's nest and up close & jammed. easy as shit if you can rationalize the illogical mechanics) it's mostly about just managing the fact that you can only hold one item at once, or figuring out what configuration you need to place the items in for a gate to open. its either a fox-chicken-grain puzzle or a jigsaw.

this is at its worst in the late-game puzzle seven doors of recording. i personally enjoy taking an experimental approach to puzzle solving, a bit of "this seems like it might work" instead of feeling the dread of an engineer who has lives depending on their blueprints. but god damn. i think it would be fun to play around with the recording item's moody blues mechanic, if there werent so much waiting. i just pull out my phone for a few minutes to give future me enough time to experiment, which is the opposite of enjoying a game. when i forsaw needing to do that like ten more times i just made the fuck it adjustment and looked it up.

id call it honest, especially since figuring out the hidden interactions is part of the puzzle solving. thematically, i think this relates well to the ideas of human observation and membership in the world at large; arent we all just solving inventory management puzzles? finding our place in the world among boxes and mines and jammers or some shit? i dunno im not religious. just because i cant articulate myself doesnt mean the connection isnt there. but besides all that, good lord can the inventory management feel like pulling teeth. the puzzles shake out with either you knowing exactly what to do and needing to go through the motions of putting the crystal tripods at exactly the right angles and if you didnt put em right start over, or youre cursed to fuck around to try and see if inspiration strikes in a game structured around you sticking to a precise mental plan. to be fair, this only really gets bad in the late game, like halfway through world 3/3, but jesus did it take the wind outta my sails.

im glad im not alone at least

the story itself is like, alright? its a straightforward story about having an outsider lead you astray from authority and encouraging rebellion. i love the twist that its what elohim wanted all along too, its actually a really cool way to think about the free will problem. i also like the idea of internalizing milton, its really congruent with the themes of rebellion and refusing blind faith. other than those cool (and optional?) things right at the end of the game, its just a basic tower of babel/original sin plot. cool stuff, i love the religious themes, but like...

ugh im sorry but this game is so annoying. there were too many puzzles where i knew the solution and i just felt annoyance having to go through the motions of going back and forth and picking up the jammer and putting it back down and bringing the crystal tripod with you but oops you accidentally left-clicked instead of hitting [Unbound By Default] so now its not aiming anywhere so go back and do it again. also the last puzzle of the tower has like 5 sections but you can softlock and there arent checkpoints so fuck this game and play any other puzzle game. i dont feel accomplished just relief that its over

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More Hearts Than Mine-Her Hometown Friends Visit

~More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress~ Author's Note: back to my fav series Summary: Her hometown friends visit and meet Luke for the first time Warnings: swearing Word Count: 2,871 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

She wanted everything to be perfect. This was the first time her childhood best friends would be meeting Luke and their apartment. Usually Y/N would go home to visit them but they wanted to meet Luke. And it just so happened to be a weekend where Luke would be home because he had games Friday and Sunday at home. 

She kept trying to tell her friends that it would be too hard to have them visit on such a crazy weekend for Luke. But Luke convinced her otherwise. They were no longer in the fight for a playoff spot, all he wanted to do was finish the season strong. He didn’t care that they could be a distraction, maybe he needed one.

She was vigorously wiping the kitchen counter for the fifth time that morning as she waited for her friends to show up. They were driving up from their hometown and it was early. Luke was unloading the dishwasher as he watched her frantically spray the counter again.

“My love, I don’t think it can get any cleaner,” he mumbled as he placed the last of the mugs into the cabinet. She let out a groan as she walked away from the counter towards the bathroom. Luke watched her walk away as he pursed his lips forward. “Okay,” he murmured as he closed the dishwasher. He took a deep breath as he wandered away from the kitchen.

“Baby?” he called out as he followed her towards the bathroom. She didn’t reply. He walked up to the door as he watched her scrub the bathroom counter for the fifth time. “You’ve cleaned that four times already,”

“Well, you should’ve said this weekend was a bad time for them to come visit,” she mumbled as she lifted her head to meet her own gaze in the mirror. He leaned against the door frame as he looked towards her through the mirror.

“You put me on the spot, what was I supposed to say?” he asked softly. She took a deep breath. 

“Sorry, they’re just overwhelming sometimes with their ‘we’re so perfect, we’re so in love. Our lives are so perfect’,” she mumbled as she rested the cleaning bottle and the rag onto the counter as she turned towards Luke.

“You don’t need to impress them, they’re your friends,” he explained. She took in a long breath as she nodded.

“You’re right,” she mumbled. 

“Of course I am,” he teased as he scanned her frame.

“When are they supposed to be here?” he asked as he stepped into the bathroom, forcing her to step backwards. She met his gaze, watching his eyes squint slightly. His cheeks flushed slightly as he slowly shut the door behind him. 

“Maybe another thirty minutes,” she mumbled. He nodded as he quickly took a hold of the end of his shirt and threw it over his head. “Oh,” she mumbled as he quickly took a hold of her cheeks, kissing her urgently. She ran her fingers through his hair as he slowly guided her back towards the shower. 

She pulled away, reaching behind her to turn on the shower. “I actually have to shower too,” she mumbled as she pulled the shirt off of her frame, he simply hummed as he quickly began to take off the rest of his clothes. Giggles falling from their lips as they stumble into the shower together.

Another thirty minutes passed as she hopped out of the shower before Luke, she wrapped her towel around her body as she walked out of the bathroom. She began walking towards the bedroom, when there were loud knocks against her front door. “Shit,” she mumbled as she quickly walked into her room. 

She reached towards her phone that was ringing on her bed. She took a hold of her phone seeing her friend, Delilah, calling her. She pulled the phone towards her ear as she answered. “Hey, give me a couple minutes,” she mumbled into the phone.

“Door’s unlocked, can we just walk in?” she asked.

“No, I’ll be there in a second, promise,” she mumbled as she quickly slid a pair of jeans up her frame. She hopped slightly as she pulled the phone away from her ear. She ended the call as she dropped the phone onto the bed. She pulled a cropped t-shirt as she covered her frame. 

She brushed a piece of wet hair away from her face before she left the bedroom quickly. She banged her hand against the door, “They’re here!” she shouted into the bathroom. Luke shouted something back but she didn’t hear him as she jogged towards the front door of her apartment. 

She took a deep breath as she swung the door open. She smiled widely as she saw Delilah and Parker. They were her neighbors and Y/N had spent her whole life watching Delilah and Parker fall in love. They didn’t end up getting together until they were seventeen but the three of them have always been inseparable. 

Well, until Delilah and Parker got into a relationship. It became the two of them and sometimes Y/N. So it was always exhausting being around them. 

“Come on in!” Y/N forced out as she stepped aside letting the pair step inside. Their eyes quickly danced around the apartment as they walked inside. Scanning each corner and each piece of furniture. 

“This place is-” Delilah paused, “It’s cute!” she cheered excitedly, Y/N couldn’t tell if she was genuine or not. She delicately placed her bag onto the kitchen counter. Y/N watched a small piece of dirt fall onto the counter. 

“Hi Y/N,” Parker mumbled as he walked towards Y/N. He bear hugged her. Y/N smiled softly as she returned the hug excitedly. “This place is genuinely a lot nicer than some of the places I’ve seen in the city,” he explained. She nodded.

“Well that’s because she has that fancy NHL boyfriend, where is he anyway?” Delilah asked as she continued looking around the apartment, looking at the photo frame on the wall. It was a photo collage on the wall. It was a handful of photos of them with their families. One specific photo stood out. It was a photo of them together at her family’s house. Delilah’s smile faltered slightly at the sight. 

“He’s-”

“Hey, sorry,” Luke jogged out of the bedroom, a t-shirt and jeans on his frame. His curls dripped water as he reached the living room. Parker glanced towards Luke, a smirk toying to his lips as he looked towards Y/N’s wet hair.

“Nice to meet you, man,” Parker held out his hand for Luke. Luke smiled as he shook his hand. 

“Nice to meet you too,” Luke mumbled as he protectively walked towards Y/N. Loosely wrapping his arm around her waist. He shifted his gaze towards Delilah, she had a small scowl on her face. “I’m the one that actually moved into this place, Y/N lived here first,” Luke said as he pointed his attention towards Delilah, already deciding he wasn’t a huge fan of her.

Delilah had a smile form to her lips once she met Luke’s gaze, “Well, look at that,” Delilah mumbled. Parker took a hold of Delilah and the sinister smirk on her lips fell as her gaze softened. 

“So Luke’s playing tonight, and we got some lower bowl seats for us tonight,” Y/N offered as she met Luke’s gaze. Parker perked up as his eyes widened.

“Okay, I was trying to be all cool but dude I’m a huge fan of you and your team,” Parker let out while laughing. Luke smiled shyly as he dropped his head. 

“Thanks, that’s-that’s great,” he muttered. Y/N delicately ran her hand up and down Luke’s back soothingly. Knowing that he always feels awkward when situations like this happen. He took a deep breath, “I gotta start getting ready in a couple hours, but we can get some lunch if you guys want,” Luke offered, wanting to change the subject.

“That’d be great! I just want to get changed and ready, Y/N why don’t you help me get dressed and put on makeup?” Delilah offered as she looped her arm around Y/N’s and forced her to where she thought the bedroom was. Y/N glanced towards Luke desperately. Parker dropped his head while hiding his laughter.

Luke looked towards Parker. “Want to sit?” Luke asked, pointing towards the couch as the girls disappeared. Parker nodded as he followed Luke towards the couch. They sat down on the opposite sides, awkward tension filled the air. 

“I’m sorry about D,” Parker mumbled as he shifted his gaze towards Luke. Luke clenched his jaw as he met Parker’s gaze, “Her and Y/N have always had a complicated friendship,” Parker expressed.

Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he pressed his lips together. “Delilah has always thought there was competition over everything but especially me,” Luke leaned back against the couch, “Y/N and I were friends first, she’s practically my sister. I never even looked at her that way but Delilah’s always had some jealousy towards Y/N,” he explained. 

Luke clenched his jaw, picturing Y/N hugging Parker, suddenly analyzing every touch and glance the pair shared. Parker’s eyes widened, “Y/N never liked me like that, practically my sister, man,” 

“I believe you, I do. Just confused as to why Delilah thinks it’s a competition,” Luke explained while crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I’m not even sure but she’s always asking me why I picked her over Y/N when there wasn’t even a choice.” Parker explained, “I’m just giving you a heads up, it’s gonna be a long weekend.”

Luke let out a sigh as he stared towards the ceiling.

~~~

“Do you remember that time at Frankie’s party when you got into his hot tub withou-” Delilah started when Y/N kicked her from under the table. “What? You don’t want Luke to find out your secrets from high school,” she teased.

Y/N forced a smile as she panicky took a hold of Luke’s hand from beneath the table. He squeezed her hand a few times as he shoved a dramatic bite of salad into his mouth. “It’s not a secret, just not a story I’m fond of,” she mumbled. 

“Oh come on, Parker, you remember! She got that dare from Frankie to get into the hot tub naked with Henry and she did!” Delilah tilted her head back laughing. No one else at the table was laughing. 

Y/N took in a sharp breath as she glanced towards Luke and Parker. “I only did that because you told me that is the only way Henry would’ve liked me,” she explained, a small smirk on her lips. “And then we dated for two years. So I guess you were right,” she clenched her jaw as she dropped her gaze back down towards her salad. 

“No wonder why your dad didn’t like the guy,” Luke muttered. Y/N rolled her eyes as she squeezed his hand. She hasn’t spoken to her dad since Luke moved in, neither of them have made an effort to speak. He still doesn’t approve of Y/N and Luke living together. 

“Yeah, well, my dad doesn’t like you very much right now, so you have no room to talk,” she muttered as she pulled her hand away from his. She reluctantly pushed her chair back away from the table. “I need to use the bathroom,” she muttered. 

“I’ll join you,” Delilah offered. 

“No, I’m good alone,” she forced out as she walked towards the bathroom.

Luke leaned back in his chair as he let out a long drawn out breath. He pursed his lips forward as he reached up and adjusted the snapback on his head. Delilah shook her head as she mocked the few words that Y/N spoke. 

“Why is she so cold?” Delilah offered while clenching her jaw. Luke rolled his eyes as he tilted his head to the side.

“I mean, you could ease up on the mean comments,” Luke let out while meeting her gaze.

“Dude,” Parker warned. 

“No, dude, I’m tired of hearing y'all make fun of my girl all the time. Just because you guys have been friends forever doesn’t mean you get to be rude,” 

“That’s just how we’ve always been!” she chuckled, “We always make fun of each other,” she smiled. Parker frowned slightly as he tilted his head back. 

“That’s funny because I have only heard you make fun of her. Y/N hasn’t even made one rude comment to you,” Luke said while he continued staring down Delilah. Parker took in a shaky breath as he cautiously shook his head.

“Who do you think you are?” Delilah started. Luke rolled his eyes, “You’ve been with her for all of five minutes and you think you know what’s good for her? I’ve known her for forteen years, I think I know how to talk to my best friend,” 

Luke took in a sharp breath as he tilted his head back as he watched Y/N walk back from the bathroom, he watched her eyes blink rapidly; forcing the tears away from her eyes. He clenched his jaw. She sat down beside him as she rested her hand onto his thigh, He tilted his head to meet her gaze. 

“I’m sorry, that was unfair of me,” she muttered. He smiled softly as he leaned towards her, kissing her briefly. 

“It’s okay,” he whispered before he kissed her one more time before he shifted his gaze towards Parker. 

Parker looked down towards his lap as he took in a shaky breath. “How the hell did you guys just do that,” Parker asked, a dry chuckle leaving his throat. Delilah furiously shifted her gaze towards Parker, scolding him. “I mean seriously, Baby, we never get over an argument that fast,”

“It wasn’t an argument,” Y/N said while smiling. 

“I mean it looked like the start of one,” Parker offered. Luke took a hold of her thigh, running his hand soothingly. “Luke, why didn’t you try to defend yourself?” Delilah scoffed as she crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Nothing to defend, I knew it wasn’t personal,” Luke said as he squeezed her thigh.

“See, if I said that she would’ve yelled at me,” Parker muttered as he ran his hand across his chin. 

“I am about to yell at you, if you keep dishing our fucking business to Miss Perfect,” she muttered as she stood up. “You know what, I don’t need this. I’m done trying. Let’s go Parker,” she forced out as she began walking away. Parker reluctantly stood up. 

“I’m sorry guys,” he mumbled, he met Y/N’s gaze, “I’m really sorry,” Parker followed after her. 

~~~

After Luke and Y/N walked back into their apartment, Parker and Delilah’s bags were gone. Y/N was more sad that Parker went with Delilah than standing up for himself. Over the last year, their relationship seemed to hit a rock, as Delilah's insecurities in the relationship took over. 

Y/N sat in her seat, waiting for the first period to start. Luke and the rest of the Devils were in the locker room as the zamboni cleaned the ice. She felt someone tap her shoulder, she lifted her gaze to see Parker waiting for her to move so he could sit beside her. She smiled widely. “Parker?” she offered as she stood up. She quickly hugged him. “Where’s D?” she asked. He clenched his jaw as he quickly sat down beside her. 

“Gone, she drove home, we’re done,” he muttered as he adjusted the Hischer jersey on his body. Y/N’s eyes widened. “I mean I’ve spent the last decade trying to impress her and make her happy. I’m tired, Y/N,” he mumbled. “You and Luke have been together for what, a year? You guys communicate better than Delilah and I do after five years together. I’m so tired of every little thing I say getting twisted,”

“I’m sorry Parker, I truly thought you guys would’ve ended up together,” she expressed.

He tilted his head back as the introduction to the game began, “Me too,” he slowly licked his lips as he watched the Devils get ready to jump back on the ice for the first period. “Maybe I’ll find her in the city,” he tilted his head to the side, meeting her gaze. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. 

“I’m going to move here and start over. I need a break from that place,” he explained, “And please drop your ego, I wasn’t implying you,” he said while laughing. She tilted her head back while chuckling.

“Like I would pick you over my handsome sweet boyfriend over there,” she teased as she pointed towards forty-three on the ice. Parker rolled his eyes. 

“He’s definitely good for you, I’m happy for you,” he said as he switched his gaze back on the ice, “And how could I say no to free Devils games?” he chuckled. 

“I’m glad you stayed, Parker,” she offered as she met his gaze. Parker smiled softly.

“Me too,”

[naturesapphic]

Yn throwing a BIG tantrum she was having a bad bad week and came home and saw that billie had some friends over and she was laughing with them and all when previously she told you that she had to concentrated on her album so y’all couldn’t have a little moment together like a movie night. After her friends left the tantrum begged and I mean like slamming doors screaming cursing crying pushing her away trowing things and all

Ignored

billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: screaming, cussing, shoving, breakdown

Relief filled your body as you got out of your car and walked up to the shared house with your girlfriend. You couldn’t wait to go inside and relax after having one of the worst weeks. You unlocked the front door and your ears heard laughter fill the whole house. Confused, you walked further in the house, stepping into the living room to see billie and her friends cutting up. You felt your heart drop down to your stomach and watched as Billie was cuddled up between two friends.

You remembered Billie telling you that she had to focus on her music. That was her excuse for not having a movie night with you this week and now here she is, out of her studio and cutting up with her friends. You saw Billies eyes look over at you and a frown takes over her face. She knew she had fucked up. Immediately Billie told that it was time for them to go so she could spend some time with you and they all awed at how cute that was. You didn’t even pay attention, you were so deep in your head. When her friends left that’s when all hell broke lose.

“Y/n listen-“ Billie began but you didn’t want to hear any of her bullshit. “N-no! Fuck you billie! You kept saying “oh I need to work on my music” blah blah blah. Yet, here you were, hanging out with your fucking friends when I’ve been trying to hang out with you one on one for weeks!” You shout as you start to walk away from her. “Hey! Don’t walk away we need to talk about this. Please let me explain.” Billie begged as she gently grabbed your arm to keep you from walking away. “What’s there to explain! You don’t want to hang out with your girlfriend!” You spat out as you yanked your arm away from her and stomped up the stairs as tears burned your eyes.

Billie sighed and followed closed behind you. “I do want to hang out with you! They texted me last minute to see if I was free and I was!” Billie explained and you scoffed. You went to go to y’all’s room when Billie ran in front of you to block you from going in. Filled with rage and annoyance, you pushed her out of the way which caused her to stumble away but she stood back up easily and looked at you with a glare. You pushed past her and slammed the door shut and Billie immediately started banging on it. “Y/n…open this fucking door!” She yelled out and you didn’t say anything so she kept banging. “Fuck you billie!” You cry out and she smirked on the other side of the door. “Okay. Then unlock the door so I will.” She said, trying to lighten the situation.

“Please babygirl unlock the door. I’m really sorry.” She begged and you sighed. You went up to the door and unlocked it then went to sit on the edge of the bed. Billie opened the door slowly and peeked her head and spotted you. She went over to you and sat down beside you but left a little gap in the middle to give you some space. “Do you still love me?” You ask with a shaky breath as you look up at her. Your eyes showing vulnerability and fearfulness. “Babygirl…of course I do. You’re the love of my life.” She breathed out as she scooted closer to you and took your face in her soft hands. “I am so sorry that im making you this upset. I absolutely hate it. When they texted, I was getting done with work early so I could spend time with you when you got home but I didn’t know when you would be home so I said yes to their message. Plus I haven’t seen them in a while and I missed them.” Billie explained and you nodded your head.

“I-im sorry…” you whimpered out as fresh new tears blurred your vision. “Princess…don’t be sorry…I know you were extremely upset and acted out on it. We will work through it together but im not mad at you so don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” She said softly, reassuring you. “Now…why don’t we go downstairs and have our movie night hm?” Billie said smiling at you. She stands up and extends her hand out for you to take and you grab it, her helping you up. The two of you went downstairs and started the movie night, finally spending some quality time together.

A/n: thank you anon for this request! I hope you and everyone else enjoyed it. GUYS OMG IM ALMOST AT 3,000 FOLLOWERS OMG! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all :)

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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘

PAIRING : Anthony Lockwood x gn!reader

ONESHOT : in which after a breakup a sweet stranger comforts you

TRIGGERS : flashbacks of cheating, a breakup, and being kicked-out

A/N : This is aged up so that Lockwood is nineteen for the purposes of I don't know why the reader would move in with her boyfriend if they are under eighteen, also please do not let random sad strangers off the street into your house no matter how stunning they are or vice versa. Sorry if this is badly written, currently going through a lot, so I didn’t get to go through it as much as I would have liked. This is mainly fluff, but their is of course angst because of the ex-boyfriend.

WORD COUNT : 1.7k

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"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?"

A stranger's voice took me away from my thoughts as I continued to sit on the kerb of Portland Row, sobbing.

"Oh- uh, sorry. I will be," I attempted to whip away the tears streaming down my face, failing as only more left my eyes.

It must have been a sad sight, seeing someone late teens, early twenties, sitting on the kerb crying their eyes out. Especially since I have been out here for well over two hours. And even worse it had to only be a few minutes till curfew. 

Just as I thought I had successfully gotten the stranger to go away I heard someone sit next to me. I looked up slightly analyzing the boy who has sat down. He was dressed very formally as if he owned some sort of business, but he couldn't have been much older than me if at all. His eye bags were prominent, he looked as if he hadn't slept in days. His tie was a completely different colour from his socks, the tie being blue and his socks being bright pink. He gave me a grin as he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Lockwood, Anthony Lockwood," he greeted me. "Now, why don't you tell me what's wrong? I can't have a girl crying out front of my house, may draw away business." He laughed lightly at my joke before asking if I was okay.

Before I could answer, I just started crying once again. Tears flooded my vision as I leaned into him. Which I probably shouldn't do, but I just continue to cry as he starts to hug me allowing me to cry on his shoulder.

After a few minutes, I pulled away, whipping away the tears again, this time they nearly completely stopped. I looked at his shirt, the white of the dress shirt was nearly see-through as my tears soaked into it.

"Sorry," I looked away from him, fidgeting with my fingers."

It's okay, love-" a few tears spilt at the nickname but I was quick to whip them away- "What happened?"

I took a deep breath, preparing myself to relieve the memories of about three hours ago.

---

"Patrick? Patrick, I am home," I called as I stood in the doorway.

Our door was left unlocked, that should have been my first red flag. The second should have been the rushed movement I heard from our room.

Hesitantly, I walked into our room, preparing to be met by a criminal of some sort, but instead, I was met with my boyfriend of two years naked, trying to hide another woman in our closet.

My world stopped and shattered at the sight. It felt like my heart had been crushed into thousands of pieces and then stomped on.

My hands ran into my hair as I began to pull at it. My eyes closed as I felt the tears start.

"y/n," I heard his voice say, trying to calm me down as he stepped towards me. I only walked backwards as I opened my eyes and put one of my hands in front of me and the other around my body. "I can, I can explain I promise."

"What is there to explain, Patrick? What is there to explain?" The words out of my mouth sounded venomous as I backed out of the room.

"Look, I have needs," He started, almost acting as if he was the victim in this twisted crime. "You weren't satisfying me, I needed someone who could. Please, love, just understand."

"Oh my god. Oh my god! You are acting like you are the victim here! Like you didn't fucking do anything wrong. Like you weren't just fucking cheating on me."

"Y/n, listen."

"No, I am not fucking listening for you to try and tell me how much of a victim you are and that I shouldn't blame you for going and sleeping with another. How long has this been going on?"

"Y/n..."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Six months," his voice was now rising at me as well as this was beginning to turn into a screaming match.

"Is she the only one?" Silence. "Answer me, Patrick. Is she the only one?"

"No, of fucking course not."

"Oh my fucking god. Do you know how low this is?"

"I have needs, y/n, you couldn't fucking meet them so I found someone who could."

"You fucking cunt. I can't believe you. I honestly can't believe you. Going off with another girl because I didn't turn you on enough? Is that all a relationship is? A sex life?"

"No, y/n, I still love you that's why I never left. That's why I never-"

"Obviously you don't fucking love me enough, to go fucking other people behind my back. You should have just fucking broken up with me."

"Fine then. We are over. Get the fuck out of my house."

"You're kicking me out just like that?"

"Yes, get the fuck out. Now. You can come back for your shit another day."

"Fuck you, Patrick, fuck you."

With that I stormed out of the house, tears streaming down my face. I sobbed knowing that I didn't have a place to stay the night. No family to go home to. I ran away for him. 

After ten minutes of walking, I found a small street called Portland Row. I sat down on the corner, my face in my hands as I sat on the kerb.

---

"My boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, I just caught him cheating on me. He kicked me out after we had a screaming match. I just have nowhere to go for the night," I explained to Lockwood as he kept a hand on my arm, rubbing it as if he was trying to comfort me. "So I just have been out here, trying to figure everything out."

"Come on, you can stay at mine for the night. There is only two minutes till curfew so we should get you safe," he told me as he stood up. He outstretched his hand, trying to help me up.

"I can't ask that of you... Besides, how will I know you aren't a murderer?" I stared at him, staying seated.

"I assure you I mean no harm, I am just a young man who runs an agency to help a pretty woman out. Now would you like to come inside and get some rest? I have tea if you would like."

I sat there for a few seconds before taking his hand. Staying with him was safer than sleeping on the streets, I know that. Besides, I am exhausted from the long hours I worked and all of the crying.

"Great, come on, let's get inside."

Lockwood led me inside one of the houses on Portland Row, it looked very homey. The thing that caught me off guard was an umbrella rack that had been used to house rapiers, which I then noticed the rapier Lockwood had on him.

I heard a few other voices talking in another room, but Lockwood told me to pay no mind and it was just his co-workers, reminding me that he did say he runs an agency. He led me to a room with two couches and a chair. It was fairly messy, but it gave a rather lived-in feeling. I was instantly at ease, admiring the old house.

"I'll be right back, I am going to go get you a blanket and pillows," Lockwood walked out leaving me in the room by myself.

 As I sat there on my own I began to run my fingers on the objects on the mantle, the couches, and the table. Finally, I sat down on the couch, which was ten times comfier than I expected.

The tears in my eyes had completely disappeared now. I felt a lot better than a few moments ago.

"Hey, I am back! I brought multiple since I don't know how many you would like."

Lockwood looked at me as he began to set down three pillows, two on the floor and one on the couch. He then put down a folded blanket next to me on the couch.

"I don't think I can thank you enough Lockwood, really, this means so much."

"No worries. You get yourself settled for the night, alright? In the morning, I'll make you some tea and we can talk about it."

"Yes, yes, I will pay you back as soon as I can."

"Don't worry about that right now, just let's focus on getting you back on your feet. Now get some rest, alright," He gave a smile, very similar to the grin he gave me outside.

"Thank you, again, I don't know what I would've done if you didn't give me this opportunity."

Lockwood went to leave but only after a few steps he turned around to face me. He walked back and kneeled down to my level as I sat on the couch, he took my hand in his, caressing it. 

"I am sorry about your boyfriend, I can tell you didn't deserve it, you seem like a great person. Stay strong, that dick didn't deserve you. There are better people out there, I am sure you will find them. Just keep your head up."

I looked at him, tears brimming my eyes as I gave him a half smile. "I don't know what I did to deserve to you meet you, but I am so happy I did."

"Get some sleep, alright?" His smile turned softer as he began to stand up.

Before he could go, I grabbed his wrist preventing him to leave. He turned to face me, once again, but this time a confused look played on his face.

"Could you," I stopped myself realizing how odd of a request this would be. I let go of his wrist before continuing. "Nevermind, it's fine. Have a good night Lockwood."

A look of worry crossed his face briefly, "What is it you wanted to ask?

""No, no, stupid honestly."

"Are you sure?"

"It's just... I haven't slept alone in two years. Could you stay?" I closed my eyes bracing to either be kicked out of the house or yelled at. "I'm sorry, I know it's asking a lot, you don't have to say yes."

"Of course, I will stay," He smiled at me once again before sitting next to me. He rests his hand on my knee as I lay my head on his shoulder. "Just, go to sleep, I will be here, don't you worry."

I smiled at him before closing my eyes. I slowly went to sleep, my mind nearly completely distracted from my breakup, by the boy I was resting on. I am so happy that I found such a SWEET BOY.

[midwestmade29]

Get Well Soon 🚑

To Anonymous: Thanks for sending in your request! I haven't written anything quite like this before, but your request inspired me to try. I really hope you like the story I came up with 🖤

Word Count: 2,046 Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine

Original Anonymous Request: Anyway I can request an Adam Copeland x Female!Reader? (Set when they were younger!) Maybe the reader is Christian’s younger sister and she’s in a relationship with Adam and when she’s in high school/college she ends up in a serious wreck that jostles her up pretty good so Adam essentially moves himself in (not literally but as much as he’s at the Cage home he might as well live there lol) so he can help their parents and Christian take care of his princess?

Disclaimers: Car accident, broken bones, concussion, lacerations, hospital stay, recovery. Read at your own discretion.

This story is written from Adam Copeland's POV 🙂

When Adam gets a phone call in the middle of the night, he rushes to be by his princess' side...

It was the middle of the night when my phone rang. I was not prepared for what Christian told me, honestly, it’s not something anyone can prepare themselves for. Once I heard the panic and fear in his voice, it instantly woke me up and put me on high alert. “What’s going on man? Did something happen?” I asked nervously. The pause in his voice did nothing for my nerves, and I could tell he was trying to hold back emotion. My heart fell to the floor when he told me about Y/N. “It’s Y/N. She was in a car accident,” Christian choked out. The weight of his words damn near crushed me. My eyes went wide and my mind started racing, I had so many questions I needed answered. “What happened? Is she okay? What hospital is she at?” I rapid fired. Before Christian even had a chance to answer me, I jumped out of bed with the phone pressed to my ear as I grabbed the closest pair of jeans I could find. I slid on a t-shirt and made quick work of my socks, all while trying to remember all the hospital information he was giving me.

I’m not sure how fast I was driving, but it had to be at least 20mph over the speed limit. I had to get to Y/N. I almost forgot to turn my car off when I pulled into a parking spot at the hospital because I was in such a hurry! I busted through the entrance of the emergency room and ran right to the desk, “Cage, her name is Y/N Cage. She was in a car accident and I’m here to see her,” “I’m sorry sir, only family is allowed in the private waiting area. You’ll have to stay out here until the patient is moved into a regular room,” the receptionist explained. I don’t think I’ve ever been angrier before in my entire life! If Miss Thing here thinks she’s going to keep me from my heart and soul, she’s sadly mistaken. “Either you press your little buzzer and unlock these doors, or I’m going to knock them down. Your choice,” I hissed, but she didn’t budge.

“Sir, I know that you are upset, but I can’t do that. If you’re not a part of the immediate family, you’ll have to wait out here,”

I continued arguing to the point the receptionist had her hand on the phone, ready to call security if I wasn’t going to cut it out. I ran my hands through my hair in utter frustration, letting out a guttural groan at this insufferable woman as I turned away from her. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I jerked free from it, certain that it was a security officer but that’s not who it was. “Hey! Dude it’s me, relax!” Christian said defensively. He took a step back and shook his head before turning his attention to the receptionist, “He’s with me. Adam is family,”

The walk back to the waiting room was quiet. Christian kept his eyes facing forward and his lips sealed, I couldn’t bring myself to break the silence. When the two of us walked into the private waiting room, Y/N’s parents jumped to their feet when they saw me. Mrs. Cage instantly had tears in her eyes as she walked over to me and embraced me tightly, her voice a mere whisper as she said my name. “Oh Adam! Thanks for coming honey,” Mr. Cage shook my hand while I was still being held onto for dear life by his wife, Christian was now seated in a side chair propped up against the wall. “Any updates? What exactly happened?” I asked cautiously. “Nothing yet. The doctor should be in shortly,” her mother explained. “All that we know is that Y/N was crossing an intersection when another car blew through their red light and t-boned her. We haven’t seen her car yet, but from what the officers said, there wasn’t much left of it. If Y/N hadn’t been wearing her seatbelt, things would’ve been so much worse. Right now, they’re running tests and scans to check for injuries or any unknown bleeding, things like that. She was unconscious when they brought her here,” My mouth hung open slightly, trying to comprehend everything Mrs. Cage just told me. My brain couldn’t form any words in that moment, so I just nodded my head and took a seat next to my childhood best friend. Time in the waiting room seemed to stand still. The hands on the clock moved painstakingly slow and the air in the room was thick and tense. The way the 4 of us jumped when the doctor tapped his knuckles on the doorway, you would’ve thought we were in a haunted house and a ghost just jumped out at us! “Good evening, everyone,” the doctor greeted. “I’m doctor Sampson and I’ve been looking after Y/N. I don’t have much of an update as we are still waiting on some test results, but I’ll tell you what I do know. First, I just want to say that Ms. Cage is in stable, yet critical condition. She’s still unconscious, but her vitals are good. She has several lacerations that are likely from the broken glass, and an x-ray showed she has 2 broken ribs, and her left wrist is broken. We’re in the process of moving her to her own room and she will be admitted into the hospital until further notice. Once she’s settled there, you all can visit her,”

After we all asked the doctor our questions and got our answers, he smiled at us warmly before making his way back to Y/N. Another hour went by before we were told we could visit her in her room, the nurse warned us about all the monitors, tubes, and noises we would likely see and hear while in there. Mr. and Mrs. Cage went in first while Christian and I waited in the hallway. “She’s gonna be okay man, I just feel it. She’s in good hands here and I know she’ll have the best care when she gets home too. Y/N is a fighter, it’s gonna take a lot more than this to hold her down,” My voice was full of hope, trying to comfort my best friend, even though the way I was feeling on the inside was the complete opposite.

Minutes later, Christian and I were allowed to go into her room. I offered to stay in the hallway so Christian could have a private moment with his sister, but he insisted I join him. The wind felt like it had been knocked out of me as I took in the sight of Y/N in her hospital bed. My poor precious girl. She looked so broken lying there, which in turn broke me too. The doctor had encouraged everyone to talk with Y/N as if she was awake and alert, but I couldn’t bring myself to speak. I’m not even sure I could make it through a sentence without breaking down completely. Christian initiated small talk with her, teasing his little sister playfully like he always does and talking about anything that came to his mind. I sat in the chair next to her bed, holding onto her hand firmly with her knuckles pressed against my lips. Stray tears spilled from my eyes the longer I sat there wishing I could go back to a few hours ago to prevent the accident from happening.

After a while, Christian and his parents decided to take a break and went to the cafeteria while I decided to stay with my girl. There was no way I was leaving her side! I rested my forehead on the side of her bed, not daring to let go of her small hand. She was still unconscious, and we were all longing to see her beautiful eyes. I had drifted off into a light sleep when the feeling of my hand being squeezed woke me up. I lifted my head slowly, my eyes readjusting to the light again when I noticed that Y/N was shuffling around on the bed. “Princess?” I croaked out. “Princess, it’s me! I’m here! Let me go get the doctor,” I ran to the nurse’s station and let them know that Y/N was waking up and they paged the doctor to let him know. I quickly typed out a text to Christian to let him know too before rushing back to my girl’s side. My heart soared when I heard her sweet voice call out to me, “A-Adam? What ha-happened?”

3 weeks had gone by in a flash. Y/N has been at home recovering and I’m so proud of how far she’s come! Broken ribs, a broken wrist, a concussion, and bruises and lacerations couldn’t steal the shine from my girl. The night of the wreck still replays in my mind frequently, especially the moment when Y/N woke up. I’ll never forget the relief that washed over me when I heard her sweet voice or the confusion that covered her beautiful face when I explained the accident to her. Things are still fuzzy for her about that night, but she’s still here and healing and that’s all that matters. Insurance has been a pain in the ass about everything since there was only 1 witness that saw the accident happen. We’re still waiting on the traffic cam footage. It’ll all get sorted out eventually.

I’ve hardly left Y/N’s side this entire time. There’s no way I can leave my princess. Maybe I’m afraid if I leave her, something else might happen or she might need me for something. I’m not willing to take that risk, even if Christian is tired of seeing my face around his parent’s house. “Go home man, you’re starting to leave an imprint on the couch,” Christian groaned when he walked into the living room. The Cage’s couch had been my makeshift bed ever since the day Y/N came home from the hospital. It’s not very accommodating to my 6’5 body frame, but it was the only free space in the house I could sleep. I rubbed my eyes before flipping Christian off and sitting upright. “I’m sure if I asked, your parents would let me have your bed instead. They’ve always liked me better,” I quipped.

Christian scoffed as he walked past me and into the kitchen. I love poking that spoiled teddy bear’s chest! My attention was pulled in a different direction when I heard my favorite voice speak sweetly, “Good morning handsome,” “Hey, what are you doing getting out of bed by yourself? I was just about to come and wake you. Come, sit,” I smiled. I stood and took Y/N by the hand, but she protested when I gently pulled her towards the couch. “I’m fine Adam, I promise. I’m perfectly capable of getting myself out of bed. You’ve done so much for me already,”

“I know you are princess; I just want to make your recovery as easy as possible. You know your body best and I trust that you won’t overdo it. Just promise me that you’ll ask me for help if you do need it, please?” I begged softly. I kissed my girl on the cheek when she agreed with my small request. She smiled when I pulled my face away and lead us both into the kitchen to join her pain in the ass older brother for breakfast.

Y/N was fully healed and better than ever now. I’m back to staying at my apartment and my aching back couldn’t be more grateful to be laying on a mattress instead of a couch cushion. Christian nearly threw a goodbye party when I collected the last of my belongings from his parent’s house. Little prick. Nonetheless, the most important thing is my princess is thriving again and this whole ordeal only brought us closer together. Her car accident got me looking at and thinking about the bigger picture, making me realize how much I love her and that I’ll always be by her side. Y/N is it for me, and I’ll be damned if anything tries to take her away from me again.

[wingnuttf2]

The Safehouse - Chapter 1

Bidwell, wiping some glass shards from his suit, approached Saxton, who had just come crashing in through the window. “It’s good to see you’re back, sir. Do you happen to know what happened to Mr. Mann?” “Oh, that bag of bones is dead.” Olivia, who had been sitting nearby, started to cry. Saxton hadn’t yet noticed her presence in the room and Bidwell chose not to address her. A bit taken aback, Bidwell continued, “So, you’re back in charge then?” “Yep,” said Saxton with a smile. “What will we do about the robots?” “We’ll just melt them down and make guns out of them, easy.” Bidwell nodded. Olivia, on the other hand, started to cry harder. Saxton’s gaze snapped to her. “No, no… When did she get here?” Olivia looked up at Hale with pleading eyes and tears running down her face. “No, we don’t have to melt anything.” Saxton, turning sharply back to Bidwell, said, “We’ll let them go, set them free. They can walk right out of here.” And looking slowly back to Olivia, who had apparently cheered up a bit, added, “No one needs to get melted.” Olivia stepped over to Saxton and wrapped her arms around his leg. “Reddy,” began Saxton, “Could you escort her out of here?” Reddy nodded and took Olivia’s hand, leading her out of the room. “So, we’re melting the robots?” asked Bidwell. “What? No! Didn’t you just hear me?” “I thought you were just humoring her.” “I can’t do that to her, Bidwell, her father just died! … Mann was her father, right?” “Yes, Sir.” “Right, good. Her father just died!”

Ms. Pauling pulled up to Mann Co. in a bus. Turning to the mercenaries filling the seats, she said, “Wait here, boys. And – Zhanna. I’ve got to talk to Hale, I’ll be back in a bit.” She got off the bus and made her way to Saxton’s office. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him. “I thought you’d be here.” “Of course!” beamed Hale. “This company’s mine, where else would I be?” Pauling smiled back at him. “Of course. Now, there’s something I need to talk to you about.” “Talk away,” said Saxton. Ms. Pauling explained that the mercs were out of a job and in need of someplace to go. Hale responded with a tangent that led to him telling her that he blamed the hoard of robots roaming Teufort on them and that they’re now wanted by the entirety of New Mexico. Ms. Pauling’s jaw dropped. “What?! We just got them out of trouble with the New Mexico government, Saxton!” Hale, with genuine sympathy in his voice, replied, “I’m sorry, Ms. Pauling.” Ms. Pauling sighed and hung her head for a moment, then looked back up at Saxton. “It’s fine, I know what we can do.” Back in the bus, Pauling explained to the team that they were heading to a safehouse in the desert.

On the ride to the safehouse, Spy started a conversation with Ms. Pauling. “So, this place in the middle of nowhere is our only choice?” “You’re all wanted and we have no money, we’ve been backed into a corner here. That’s what that place was built for, Spy, everything’ll be fine.” “I have money.” “But can you access it? We have enough gas to get to the safehouse and that’s about it. If you can walk to Colorado without getting caught by police on the way there, be my guest.” “Ms. Pauling, I think you forget that I’m a trained spy.” “If you think you can, go for it,” said Ms. Pauling with a sigh. “I’m just trying to protect you guys.” Spy turned and looked behind him at Scout, who was looking at where Zhanna’s hand used to be. “It’s ok,” said Spy, turning back, “I’m going to stay at the safehouse. I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

The bus ran out of gas a couple hundred feet away from the compound. “Aw, we gotta walk?” asked Scout, irritated. “Don’t you like to run?” asked Ms. Pauling. “Uhh… yeah.” Scout jogged off, a bit flustered, and when he reached the fence encompasing the compound, he climbed over it. When the rest of the group got there, Ms. Pauling unlocked the gate and opened it for everyone else. She then stepped through and locked it behind her, before stepping swiftly over to Sniper. “Everyone, your rooms have already been picked for you. Zhanna, you can just go with Soldier. I’ll show you all where your rooms are in a moment, for now you can just explore.” She turned to Sniper. “I’ll show you yours first, follow me.” Sniper followed Ms. Pauling to a building separate from the rest on the west end of the compound. Ms. Pauling opened the door and gestured for Sniper to walk in, then followed and flicked the light on. “This bed was cheap, so I got it,” said Pauling, gesturing to the queen bed in front of them. “I figured you’d like to be able to stretch out on a big bed after being cramped up in your van for so long.” Pauling smiled at Sniper, who turned to her, smiling as well. “Thank you, ‘preciate it.” “Well, I’m off to show everyone else their rooms. Enjoy!”

Engineer was the last merc for Pauling to show to his room. As she pointed him to the door, she realized she didn’t account for herself when having this place built. “Oh… no.” “What’s the matter?” asked Engie. “I don’t have a room. Dang it.” “That’s not a problem, you could just stay on the couch, right?” “Yeah, I guess I could.” “See? This ain’t so bad,” said Engie with a smile. “It’s not, I’d just prefer to have my own room… and a bed.” Pauling thought of staying with Sniper for a moment – he did have extra room in his bed. She dismissed the thought, however, when she considered that it was Sniper. She would prefer sleeping on a couch over being in a bed with him. She didn’t particularly have anything against him, she would just rather not be that close to him – especially when she was sleeping. The thought of Sniper’s bed reminded Pauling that Soldier’s room only had a twin and he would have Zhanna sleeping with him. She said a quick “See ya, Engie” and walked off to Soldier’s room, thinking that maybe Sniper wouldn’t mind swapping beds. She knocked on Soldier’s door. “Come iiin,” whispered Soldier through the door. Pauling opened the door slowly to see Zhanna fast asleep on top of Soldier. “Sorry about the small bed, Soldier. Sniper’s got a bigger one, I can go talk to him to see if he would be okay with swa-” “No. This bed is fine, we like it.” “You do?” asked Ms. Pauling after a brief pause. “Yes, very cozy.” Soldier wrapped his arms around Zhanna and smiled. Pauling smiled back, glad that their bed wasn’t a problem. As she started closing the door, Soldier whispered at her again. “Ms. Pauling, can you turn the light off?” Ms. Pauling nodded and flicked the light off as she closed the door.

In the middle of the night, Scout got up and meandered into the kitchen for something to eat, not noticing Ms. Pauling sleeping on the couch as he passed through the common room. He opened cupboards and closed them loudly as he looked for something to eat. He opened the fridge, but saw nothing inside and slammed the door shut. As he turned around to look in more cabinets, he noticed a dimly lit figure on the couch – Ms. Pauling. He froze in place, staring at her. She’s cute when she sleeps, he thought. And oddly active, why’s she moving so much? Pauling opened her eyes to a blurry silhouette standing in the doorway in front of her. “Who…?” she asked, half asleep and searching for her glasses on the floor. Scout, startled by her waking up, spat back, “Huh? Nah, I wasn’t watchin’ ya.” Pauling put her glasses on and glared. “SCOUT? You were watching me?” “No! Nooo, I just said I wasn’t!” “Then what were you doing?” “I, uh… Looking for somethin’ to eat.” “Out here?” “I was just goin’ to these cabinets over here.” He waved an arm off to the side. “You were standing still, Scout. Looking right at me.” Scout hesitated for a moment, then disappeared behind the wall to stare blankly at a countertop and mentally kick himself for getting caught staring. “That’s it,” Ms. Pauling sighed to herself, “I can’t sleep out here.”

[nctstany]

Love Me Now

Pairing: Jaeyong (Jaehyun x Taeyong)

Plot: All Taeyong wants to do is finish his last two years of college in peace but since he’s the son of a famous CEO he must do something he never thought he would do even in his next life time, marry his ‘enemy’.

Genre: Light angst, fluff, angst, smut???, light smut??, language, sexual themes, family problems, *cough cough* daddy issues

FOURTEEN

I said that I love him. Out of all the scenarios, why did I realize it after talking to a stalker-ish asshole? 

“Care to explain this?” Mr. Lee placed two articles in front of them. 

Oh right! I’m being interrogated.  

“In my defense….” Taeyong looked around the room even at Jaehyun for a moment but the other was sulking in the chair. Once he looked over a wave of guilt passed through him. He continued to look until someone cleared their throat and when Taeyong turned back, his father looked like all his patience was gone.  

“Wait, I'm thinking of an excuse.”

“Lee Taeyong, you are the only one causing trouble throughout this whole thing. Jaehyun has done nothing to give us bad attention.”

Taeyong and Jaehyun stayed silent as he went on about the steps they need to take forward in order to fix everything. 

“It’s almost over, just hold on a little longer.”

I don’t want to let go after.

“It’s still not my fault though. Yuta has been annoying since we were kids and this time he has an excuse.” 

“Just don’t get into any more trouble, dial it down a bit.” His father sighed, “You guys can go and I better see the both of you here with smiles on your faces for the press tomorrow.”  

His father waved them off and Jaehyun was the first out of the door. Taeyong followed right behind him like a puppy. He tried to reach out. 

"Jaehyun?" He spoke small and gulped, "Can we talk?" 

"About what? I'm busy." 

"Oh." Taeyong kept the tone and turned away quickly to hide his face, "Nevermind then." 

Jaehyun watched the other walk away with his head down. 

Goddamnit.

For once Taeyong hated that Jaehyun wasn't bothering him. 

"Taeyong!" 

He turned around quickly. 

"I'll see you later." Jaehyun smiled sweetly at him. Taeyong felt his shoulder untense and a smile crept on his face, "See you later." 

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"I'll see you later." 

God, it's the only thing that Taeyong has been thinking about since he got home. He's been sitting in his room just replaying Jaehyun’s words over and over again in his head. The way the words just made his heart warm up. Or the way he wants to so badly have Jaehyun home already. 

Oh no……I'm insane.

Like a freaking dog, he heard Jaehyun unlock the front door and like a normal person he ran into the living room. He casually sat on the couch, trying to control his breathing from running and didn't look over at Jaehyun coming inside. 

"Hey." Jaehyun called as he kicked his shoes off.

"Hi." Taeyong’s smile only grew, "Did you have a good day at work?"

"It was decent." The conversation fell short. 

"Um……did you eat? I can make you something." 

"It's fine." 

"Really it's no problem." Taeyong continued, getting up and heading towards the kitchen. 

"Stop." Jaehyun put his hands on Taeyong's shoulders and sat him back down on the couch. 

"What?" Taeyong looked up at the other with confusion. 

"Stop showing that you're sorry. I know you are." Guilt. It was something Jaehyun has been feeling since that day, "I'm sorry for overreacting and for not trusting you." 

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" A little smile appeared on his face that Jaehyun noticed but couldn't question. 

"I wasn't mad- I just- I was annoyed." 

"Annoyed?" 

"Yes."

"Annoyed about what?” Taeyong continued to ask because Jaehyun wasn’t answering. He just looked away and sighed so Taeyong continued on until-

"I don't like the idea of you with someone else!" 

Jaehyun was still gripping his shoulders, staring deep and never moving. Taeyong stopped breathing for a second, his heart pounded heavily in his ears and his mouth fell slightly open. 

"Oh-um.." Jaehyun couldn’t form a sentence. He just couldn’t believe that he said that out loud. "We should go to bed."

"Yeah." Taeyong finally spoke. 

They continued to stare into each other's eyes. Slowly breathing and bodies inching comfortably towards each other. It was Taeyong that noticed Jaehyun’s glaze on his lips. His heartbeat quickened, thinking about their lips touching again. It felt so long ago when they kissed by accident that night. Even if alcohol made the kiss more intense, Taeyong still felt something then, he just didn't believe it. There’s no alcohol this time so why is he looking at me like that? Why am I looking at him like that? Taeyong blinked the thought away and closed the distance, lips pressed against the others. Too scared to move or even deepen the kiss, he just stayed still for a couple seconds and pulled away. His eyes met Jaehyun's, who was shocked, smiling even and face quickly turning red. 

Oh god.

“Sorry!” Taeyong got up quickly and ran to his room, leaving Jaehyun in shock still. He turned towards the balcony and bought his hands to his face, “He’s fucking adorable.” Jaehyun chuckled with a sigh. 

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The next day came really fast. Taeyong blinked and it was already morning. He couldn't lie, he stayed up a little late and had to drag himself out of bed. He couldn't think straight. Having to be in front of people is the last thing he wants to do right now. 

"You ready?" Jaehyun popped into the hall fixing his silk button up that he tucked into his jeans. 

"You're wearing that? I feel a little underdressed." Taeyong stood there with plain jeans and a graphic hoodie that he definitely slept in. 

"You look fine. Let's go."

The ride was quick too quick even. Taeyong clinged to Jaehyun as they walked into the room with cameras pointed at them. Both of their fathers sat next to each other on the stage with a couple more important people next to them. Once the meeting began with Taeyong’s father starting it, questions started to come from the crowd. Camera flashes blinded Taeyong, the room was so loud. Jaehyun stood up to the front with the mic and answered those asking. It started off tame just answering stupid questions honestly, Jaehyun thought. A couple questions went and then the questions were being directed at Taeyong who was still sitting, trying not to let the flashing bother him that much. Jaehyun answered for him, seeing that the other was stressing under the pressure. 

“Why isn’t your husband speaking for himself?”

“He’s shy.” Jaehyun smiled, “Not really a people’s person.” 

“Shy enough to openly kiss another man in a crowded area?” Jaehyun was taken back and felt a hand on his shoulder. Before he could react he was already being turned and was kissing Taeyong. It didn’t last long. But it was enough.  

“I love him. We love each other.” Taeyong spoke into the mic and felt his face burn, “That man that kissed me was my drunk friend and my husband understands that. Any more questions?” 

The questions continued and Taeyong was the one to answer them as Jaehyun just stared at the other. With a blink of an eye it was over and the two were walking back to the car. Jaehyun could burn a hole into the back of Taeyong’s head at this point. He pulled Taeyong to stop and turn to him. 

“Why did you kiss me?”

“They bought it.”

"Did you have to though?" It was almost a pleading moan from Jaehyun and he couldn’t finish his thought. 

"You weren’t complaining last night~

“Shut up.” Jaehyun's face grinned as he walked away with the other. 

"Um Jae-" Taeyong reached out to him and Jaehyun quickly turned to face him again. "Yeah?" 

"I'm sorry……about everything. Putting you into this mess." 

"I wouldn't want to do this with anyone else." 

Heart pounding.

"Oh um……okay- do you want to go out to eat right now? My treat." 

"Yeah." 

~~

???’s POV

I just have to get him alone then it should be really fun. He’s always with that………that nobody. I turned the corner following behind and kept a good distance. Seeing them so close and smiling makes me sick. Those smiles have to be fake because I refuse to believe it. I thought that maybe tonight would have been the night but guess I was wrong with my timing. No worries, I basically know his schedule like the back of my hand. I’ll just wait some more and make sure that everything goes to plan. I’ll have my way and I just can’t wait to have my fun.

[buckys-little-belle]

Either with Cg! Hellfire or Steve or anyone in the ST universe with reader bumping their head and it causes them to feel little cause it hurts and they regress right there....I just hurted my head at work and it is really hard for me rn

Hellfire Babysitters Club (Part Four)

Little Bump

Eddie x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns) / Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them pronouns)

Warnings - reader cries, reader has a bump on their head, use of “ice pack”, descriptions of bump on head, alludes to a concussion

Note - ahhhhhhh I missed writing these and it’s been less than a week, anyways

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this fic and with this blog SFW.

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The Hellfire meeting had started three hours ago, this time it was on a Friday, the special meeting put in place so the group could finish out the campaign as late as possible. The group was growing restless, a few of the boys were hungry, Y/n was busting with energy, surprisingly still big, determined to finish out the game, and Eddie in need of a smoke break.

“Okay, 30 minuet break.” Eddie huffed, standing up and stretching, the rest of the group following suit.

“You think the cafeteria has any good snacks?” Dustin asked, turning his head towards Lucas and Y/n.

“I say we go check.” Y/n beamed, immediately b-lining for the door, ready for a snack of any sort.

Y/n, Dustin and Lucas walked down the hallway, their destination just a few doors down, and left unlocked. The lunch ladies seemed to have a sweet spot for the group, maybe it was Eddie’s charm, or the fact that the group would often help clean up if need be. Whatever the reason, they didn’t care, free snacks for some chores sounded great to the hungry group.

“I hope there’s left over granola from this morning.” Y/n smiled, skipping down the hallway.

“Just the granola or yogurt too?” Lucas asked, causing Y/n to abruptly turn around, the force of their stop knocking them over onto their pack. A loud ‘Thud’ could be heard when their head hit the floor. “Y/n!?” Lucas worried, hopping the situation wasn’t as bad as he assumed it was.

“It hurts.” Y/n said, trying to hold back tears and trying to stay as big as possible.

“Well yah dummy you fell.” Dustin laughed, walking over to help them up.

“‘m not a dummy!” They cried, the tears finally making their way down Y/n’s cheeks.

“Way to go idiot!” Lucas called, a few steps behind the two.

“He’s not an idiot!” Y/n cried again, distraught, holding the back of their head as it throbbed.

Gareth ran up behind the group, Mike not too far behind him. “What’s going on?” He said worriedly. “We heard crying.” He and Mike were both out of breath from running to help right away.

“They hit their head.” Dustin explained, now sitting next to Y/n, his hand on their back. “Like a pretty big thud.” He whispered hoping Y/n wouldn’t hear the last part.

“It hurts.” Y/n mumbled, now fully regressed, trying their best to cope with the pain they were currently experiencing.

Gareth took a deep breath, Eddie was outside, most likely in the woods, having a moment to himself. So that meant that they needed to solve this issue, the group now officially babysitters, like they promised to be. “Okay.” Gareth began, ready to take over the situation as the leader. “Someone grab a bag of frozen, fruit? Something we can use as an ice pack, and then someone else grab Y/n a snack.”

“Why a snack?” Mike asked, ready to do anything for Y/n but wondering what Gareth’s intentions were at the moment with his plan.

“Eating always makes me feel better.” He stressed, grabbing Y/n’s hands as he helped them up. Leading them back to the drama room, his hand on their back as he waved the others to begin their mission.

“‘m sorry.” Y/n mumbled, a few tears still making their way down their cheeks. “I ruined the game.” They sobbed, once again beginning a wave of new tears.

The two approached the empty drama room, the other two members most likely wandering around the school somewhere. “You did’t ruin anything little terror.” He cooed, sitting Y/n down in Eddie’s chair, the only one with armrests that would allow a bit more support. “We can still play, you just scared us.” He reasoned, thinking Y/n was most likely picking up on the stress of the group, which was coming from an injured member, not because they couldn’t play.

“You not mad?” They asked, the tears calming down, but still marking their face. Gareth shook his head, sitting next to Y/n as they awaited the others.

“Okay!” Dustin called as the three boys entered the room, a bag of frozen cherries in his hands, and yogurt with berried and granola in Lucas’s. Mike stood behind the two, a few juice boxes in his hands, enough for the whole group. Dustin walked up to Y/n, maneuvering their head so it leaned against the back of the chair, placing the bag of cherries ontop of their head. “That should help make the bump feel better.” Dustin smiled, Y/n looking a little silly with a bag ontop of their head, a large smile adorning their face.

“And this is for you.” Lucas said, walking towards Y/n and handing them the small bowl of yogurt, granola and berries, a fancy snack for a sad little terror.

The boys all sat down around the table, drinking their juice boxes and chatting amongst each other, the two other members arriving and doing the same.

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Once Eddie made his way back to the room he could hear laughter, the drama room’s lights on and not dimmed, the groups laughter loud and joyous. As he stepped in he saw Y/n with a bag of frozen cherries strapped to their head with a random shoelace, standing in front of his chair, like he would, babbling about dragons and making gasping noises.

“Ahh, so the little terror becomes the master of the game.” He sighed, walking towards his chair, placing his hands on both sides of Y/n’s face, their cheeks squishing together as he checked them over. “What happened?” He asked, wondering why such an elaborate ice pack was being used.

“Hit my head.” They mumbled, pointing towards the frozen fruit perched atop their head. “Dey all made me a cold hat.” They smiled, pointing towards the boys in the room. “I lob them.” Y/n laughed, hugging Eddie and yawning.

“You tired?” He asked, hoping the answer was no, knowing he needed to keep them awake if the bump was bad. Y/n nodded, snuggling closer into his chest. Eddie sat in his chair, his back touching the back of the chair and legs spread as wide as possible, seating Y/n on the empty chair space, wrapping an arm around them to keep them in place, and putting his own head on their shoulder, letting him see his game notes, and keep an eye on the little terror. “You guys ready?” He asked, the room nodding, handing Eddie a juice box of his own.

The group could get used to this, some teamwork, laughs, fun, and wholesome Eddie.

[gremlinvanfleet]

wrong choice - requested 

masterlist

this is a request for @yoruse! thank you so much for your request my love, i had a good time writing this even through it absolutely broke my heart lol. i hope i was able to put your mind into words for you ! 

original request: hii can i order a harry styles x reader (angst) where harry swaps the reader for a coworker but he didn't know the reader was pregnant and would tell him the day he breaks up with her and years go by and they meet again and harry feels sorry for everything, no cute ending.  i'm sorry if i didn't understand correctly, english is not my first language i love your writing❤

*lowercase intended* 

you came home earlier than you had expected. the office had given you the day off and you didn’t mind at all. this afternoon would be the best time to catch up on some reading that you’ve been dying to finish. you unlocked the door and walked into your cute apartment that you shared with harry. shoes off, bag on the counter, fridge open and grabbing the milk for the coffee that was brewing just inches away. you stilled as you poured the milk, the coffee aroma flooding your senses. you heard a noise upstairs. harry’s home? he had told you that he had a recording session and that you wouldn’t see him until later that night. your heart filled with excitement as you were glad to be able to spend the day with your boy. you ran upstairs and suddenly the noises stopped as you continued walking. you opened the door and saw harry’s heaving chest under the white bedsheet. he had sweat on his forehead and his eyes were wide. 

“hey, y/n!” he smiled. 

“what are you doing?” you asked. you scanned the room and spotted a bra that certainly wasn’t yours. you felt your heart drop to your feet. 

“oh you know, just trying to nap.” that was a lie and you knew it. you took a couple steps into the room and began searching for anything else. you picked up the bra and placed it on the bed right beside him. 

“why are you lying to me?” you simply asked. 

“w-what are you talking about?” he laughed, more high pitched than usual. 

“where is she?” you looked under the bed. not there, you opened the closet and found a pair of familiar blue eyes avoiding eye contact with you. you remember her from a night a couple months ago when he took the band out for drinks. she had one of the shirts that you got him clutched to her front in an attempt to cover herself. you silently turned around and headed toward the door. harry’s eyes met yours. 

“y/n, please let me explain.” he pleaded. you shook your head and closed the door behind you as you left. you grabbed the bag you had set down and put the shoes you wore to work back on. the milk still placed next to the coffee maker. 

you got in your car and started driving to literally anywhere else. your mind was racing the entire time. how could he do this to you? after all you’ve done for him. all those times he told you he loved you, were all lies. it stung even more to know that she had been working with him for ages. who knows how long this was going on for. you heard your phone buzz on the seat next to you. you quickly glanced over to see harry’s name flood the screen on top of dozens of texts and missed calls. you sighed and felt tears prick behind your eyes. this ultimate betrayal is something that you never imagined would happen to you and him. you thought he loved you and you loved him back with everything you had. you pulled into a parking lot, as the tears had been too much to see through anymore. as wetness that fell from your face onto the steering wheel started to collect, you picked up your phone and called a friend to find a place to crash. 

weeks had passed and harry’s persistent pleas for you to hear him never stopped. you needed some of your things from the apartment so you decided to text him to let him know you were stopping by. after you opened the door, you saw him sitting on the living room couch with his head in his hands. he heard your entrance and whipped his head up to look at you. 

“y/n.” he smiled and sighed. 

“i just need some things from upstairs and then i’m leaving.” you walked past him, avoiding his gaze. 

“y/n, please. we need to talk about this.” his voice wavered. as much as you hated to admit it, he was right about that. you did need to talk to him. 

“fine.” you sat down in the leather chair that was across from him. the coffee table had reflected both of your expressions back. 

“i just want to start out by saying i’m sorry. i’m sorry for two things. for hurting and betraying you like i did, and for hurting you more by what i’m about to say next.” his eyes were bloodshot, and there were bags where there is usually warmth and colour. “this whole situation has made me realize that we should break up. i hate hurting you like this but i just don’t see this relationship continuing.” 

you nodded. you stayed silent for a while to digest what was just said to you. 

“say something please. anything.” he pleaded. 

“do you want to break up because you don’t love me anymore, or because you feel guilty and you can’t look at me without feeling it?” you asked. he stared with his mouth slightly agape. 

“y/n, don’t make me say it.” he sighed. 

“say what, harry!? that i wasn’t enough for you? that she’s better than me? or maybe one woman just doesn’t do it for you anymore.” you stood and glowered at him. he shook his head and stood, now taller than you. 

“god, do you realize how stupid you sound right now? these things happen, whether we like it or not. i was spending a lot of time with her and one thing just led to another. it’s not like i was trying to hurt you intentionally.” he said, exasperated. 

“why didn’t you try spending more time with your actual fucking girlfriend?” you shouted at him. 

“come on, y/n, you know it’s not like that. this is just something that i needed to do.” “something you needed to do? are you seriously using that as a valid response to you literally cheating on me with some girl you’ve been working with for three months? you know what, if that’s all it takes for you to forget about our entire relationship, then there was no point in us being together to begin with.” you sighed. 

“to be completely honest, i’ve been thinking that myself lately.” he murmured. you shook your head. 

“i’ll be back friday afternoon to get my things, and i don’t want to see you again. ever.” you spat. just before leaving, the sound of his voice stopped you. 

“you know, i really did love you. so much. i just think our time is over.” 

“harry, i don’t really think you even gave our time a chance. i think we had something amazing. i was even looking forward to starting a family with you.” you said, tears filling your eyes. his frown became deeper as you ran your hand over your abdomen. the twinge in your heart became stronger as the door closed gently against your back. 

you got back to your friend’s apartment and collapsed on her couch. thankfully, she wasn’t home. your whole being felt like it was in shambles. the man you loved more than anything and the father of your unborn child wasn’t even interested in trying to save your relationship. the tears felt never ending as they cascaded down your cheeks. hot splashes landed in your lap as you held your face in your hands. the emotion wasn’t sadness, nor was it anger. it was pure confusion. was he really that unhappy? why didn’t he just communicate with you? the feeling didn’t subside once, even while you were packing away your things. you left one last word for harry on the kitchen counter. 

harry, 

i truly hope she’s everything you’ve ever wanted. i hope she can give you what i had failed to provide for you. you deserve nothing but the best, and i wish you well. hopefully you become more considerate of others as the years go on. i think that’s something you really need to work on. as for our child, there is no need for you to feel responsible in the slightest. i will do this on my own. they will never know of you. nonetheless, i have left the key in the usual spot, as i obviously won’t be needing it anymore. 

goodbye, 

y/n. 

a lone tear trickled down your cheek and onto the paper, staining it. you tried to wipe it away, but all it did was smudge the ink of the note. part of you feel guilty for keeping his child from him but at the same time, he took the only good part of your life that you knew away from you. this way just avoids the mess of sharing a child. he wants her more anyway. 

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you walk down the street with your young daughter’s hand in your own. she pulls you along as you try to peek in any of the store windows. you’ve been in the market for a new pair of doc martens. 

“this way! come on!” she continued to pull you along. 

“easy, love. don’t take my hand off!” you shouted after her. she wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings when she walked into a man. 

you immediately started apologizing for her actions, when you met his eyes. the eyes of the man who broke your heart 5 years before. he stood there alone, dressed in all black clothing that he knew how to wear so damn well. his hair was perfectly messy, and you know all he does is run his hand through it for it to look like that. truly infuriating. he smiled his smile at you and the pain that you tried so hard to suppress started forcing its way back to the surface and it was excruciating. 

“y/n.” he breathed. 

“harry.” it felt like a whisper rather than a proper utterance. 

“how’ve you been?” he asked. 

“busy.” you replied, gesturing to the girl staring up at the two of you. he smiled and directed his attention to her. 

“hello, little one. i’m harry. your mum and i used to be friends back in the day.” friends, huh? he extended out his hand. your daughter looked to you for assurance as she wrapped her tiny hand around his two large fingers. she smiled bashfully and clung to your leg. he has that effect on people, no matter who they are. 

“how’s chloe?” it came out more bitter than you had intended.

“ah, we didn’t last long. i think i realized that she wasn’t the one. i had already met the one.” he stared into your eyes and it brought immediate redness to your cheeks. 

“where is the one now?” you asked. 

“well she seems to have come back into my life pretty recently.” he smiled. you turned your face to avoid his gaze. 

“yeah and i think she’s just about to leave it again.” you grabbed your girl’s hand and started to walk away, until harry’s large hand clasped your shoulder to stop you. 

“y/n, wait. just hear me out.” you turned around wordlessly to look at him. “i know i fucked up. big time. and i know there’s nothing i can do to fix it but i just need you to know how truly sorry i am. i loved you. i still do, and frankly, i think i always will. i can’t explain why i did what i did, i just know it was the single dumbest thing i’ve done. i’m hoping one day, you’ll find it in you to forgive me.” 

his eyes pleaded with yours as you sighed. his words were heartfelt, sure, but you knew that there wasn’t anything either of you could do to heal that wound. no matter what, no matter how much time passes, you’re always going to remember her eyes when you opened the closet that day and that’s not something you can look past. 

“i’m the one who’s sorry harry. i’m sorry for trusting you as much as i did. you and i could’ve had such a happy life. i hope you can find something amazing again. have a good life.” you turned your back to him one final time. he called out your name but you ignored it. turning back now wouldn’t make for anything good happening. 

requests: open!

© gremlinvanfleet 2022 <3

[unsupervisedpanda]

Embry x reader

After moving in with your aunt temporarily, you find it difficult to be happy about the situation. Oftentimes you'd go to your cousin, Sam's, house. When there you end up getting more than you bargained for, but maybe it's what you need.

Games

   Shoving your food around on your plate you looked up at the woman sitting in front of you. Your aunt apparently. Glaring at her you stabbed into a chunk of food stuffing it in your mouth.

    "So...," She started her voice unsure, "your mom is going to Paris?" Great conversation starter. Your mom running off with her rich boyfriend.

    "Yeah. With Ron. Stupid fucking-" you grumbled your voice lowering to nothing.

   "Well you're welcome here. You know that." She smiled tightly and you glanced away glaring at the wall.

   "I know." You huffed before dropping your fork onto the plate. "I'm going to Sam's."

   As you stood up your chair scraped loudly across the floor. Picking your plate up you walked into the kitchen and dropped the dirty dishes into the sink. You sighed as they clattered noisily. You heard your aunt let out a heavy breath before she called out.

  "Y/n I know you don't want to be here but please try to be understanding." She tried, her voice faltering.

   Sighing you rinsed the dishes and then grasped ahold of the sink. She may not have been your favorite person right now, but she took you in with no hesitation. Heaving a sigh you pushed yourself off the sink and walked back into the dining room.

   "I'm sorry aunt Ally. I'm just, I don't like being dropped off like extra luggage." You explained, walking back over to the table and pushing your chair back in.

   "I know sweetheart. Just," she paused, "tell Sam and Emily I said hi." She smiled pushing away from the table herself. You watched as she stood and made her way over to you.

   "Have fun and be safe." She cautioned, pulling you into her arms.

You nodded, letting yourself hug her back.  

    "Sure thing." You murmured as you slowly pulled away.

    Smiling sadly she waved you on and you gave her a small grin. Grabbing your bag from your temporary room you dashed to the front door.

    "See you later!" You called snatching your jacket off of the coat rack as you stepped out onto the porch.  

   You noted the rainy weather and shook your head. It was Forks after all. Pulling out your car keys, you clicked the button to unlock your vehicle.

  Yanking on the door handle the door opened with a squeak. You frowned but slid into the seat, starting the car and clicking your seat belt in place.

   Rearranging the mirrors and seat you placed your hands on the steering wheel, letting out a sigh as you threw your head back. You let yourself enjoy the silence for a moment before you opened your eyes. Shifting the car into reverse, you pulled out of the driveway, before shifting back into drive. The ride was relatively quick as you drove to La push.

   It took maybe 20 minutes before you pulled into the driveway. Putting the car in park you turned the vehicle off, hopping out onto the driveway.

   The house was small and welcoming as you walked up to the porch. You raised your hand to knock but jumped when the door swung open and a boy rammed into you.

   "Oomf." You huffed as you fell backwards off the porch and onto the ground. The boy didn't seem to notice or care as he hopped over you and ran into the woods.

   "Rude." You grumbled pushing yourself back up. Brushing yourself off you walked back up to the house and knocked on the wall.

   "Hello? Sam?" You called.

Emily walked around a corner and smiled when she saw you.

  "Y/n! It's so good to see you. It's been too long." She huffed dramatically as she dried her hands off.

   "I was here yesterday Em." You giggled as you entered the kitchen, immediately grabbing a cookie off of the plate on the table.

   "I know but with all these boys around it feels like forever!" She smiled grabbing a cookie for herself.

   "Right. Speaking of boys.... Who just ran out of here?" You inquired taking a bite of your cookie.

   "Depends. Probably Paul though." She sighed as she glanced at the door.

   "Maybe. First guy I've met since coming back other than Sam though." You smirked biting into the cookie again.

    "It's probably best you don't meet the others." She sighed turning to the oven. Pulling on an oven mitt she pulled out a fresh batch of Chocolate chip cookies.

   "Oh my gosh Em! Those look so good!" You moaned making grabby hands at the warm cookies.

   "You can eat as many as you'd like once they've cooled down!" She laughed placing the cookies on a cooling rack.

    "Fine." You grumbled sliding off of the stool.

   "Where is Sam anyway?" You asked as you began to clear off the counters and put the dishes away.

   "Out with the guys. Keeping them out of trouble I hope." She sighed thanking you as she began to wash the dishes in the sink.

    You continued to help Emily with the chores and jumped when the front door slammed open.

   "Em- oh my god are those cookies!" You heard multiple boys 'ooh' and 'aah' at the snacks and laughed.

   "Em make sure they save some for me would you!?" You called as you switched the laundry in another room.

   "Sure thing!" She hollered back and you could hear as she smacked someone's hands. Starting the laundry up again you skipped back into the kitchen.

   "Cookies?" You asked and cheered when Emily handed you a plate.

   "Thanks." You grinned taking a bite out of one.

  "Wait wait wait why does she get an entire plate!?" One of the boys whined and you turned to face them. They were all super tall and that made you a little anxious.

   "Because Quil, she helped me with the chores." Emily grinned as Sam wrapped his arms around her waist. The man turned to face you and smiled.

  "Thanks for keeping her company and helping out." He smiled and ruffled your hair. You smiled at him and shook your head.

   "Anything for her." You smiled kissing Emily on the cheek.

   "After all she is my favorite." You laughed.

   The male smiled at you before playfully lunging.

   "Aaah whatever will I do!?" You jabbed and screamed as you ran out of the house. Sam chased you out in the game of tag and you shrieked as you jumped off of the porch.

   "Have mercy!" You pled as you scrambled around the yard. Jumping over a log you squeaked when you ran into a person.

   "Oh my god!" You yelped when Sam crashed into you and the guy you bumped into. You groaned but laughed as Sam rolled off of you. Pushing yourself up you smiled at the person underneath you.

   "Are you alright?" You asked crawling off of him. He seemed stunned but smiled turning to face you.

   "Yeah I'm good." He laughed.

Giggling you got up brushing yourself off.

   "Sorry about that. Sam was trying to kill me because his fiance loves me more." You smirked sticking your tongue out at the male behind you.

   "Need a hand?" You asked holding your hand out to him.

   "Uh sure." He smiled nervously taking your hand in his.

   You jumped at how hot his hand was. And how heavy. You yanked him up and lost your footing when he was off the ground.

    Squeaking your arms wheeled as you tried to rebalance.

   "Sam!" You shrieked and the man snickered as you fell back.

   "Crap!" You heard the boy yelp as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest.

   "My bad." He chuckled. Smiling you pressed your hands to his shirtless chest.

   "Thanks for saving me." You grumbled glaring at Sam.

    The man smirked at you raising his hands in mock surrender.

  "You tried to steal my fiance. Again." He snickered. "You had it coming."

   You rolled your eyes before glancing up at the male with his arms now wrapped around your waist.

   "I don't believe we've met. I'm y/n. You are?"

    "Anything you want me to be." He whispered dreamily his eyes locked on yours. Your eyes widened and you mouth opened forming and 'O'.

    "Embry. Stop being a creep!"

Jumping you turned when you heard a loud shout from the porch. Your eyes trained on the guy who'd pushed you earlier, Paul, smirking. Your eyes narrowed and you flipped him off.

   "Easy there wolf bait. I might bite!" He laughed loudly and you huffed.

   "Okay so you're Embry?" You asked facing the boy who held you, placing your hands on his forearms.

   "Yeah. Embry Call." He nodded.

  "Okay Call. Care to explain why you're looking at me like you're about to get on your knees and kiss my feet?" You smiled jokingly. Then quite literally the boy got on his knees in front of you.

   "Oh my god! No! Stop that! Get up! Get up!" You panicked, flustered, hitting him on his shoulders. You could hear Sam cracking up behind you and whipped around to glare at him.

   "Sam! Make him get up!" You shrieked. Sam curled over in laughter as you flushed.

   "Embry! Can we talk about this? Get up!" You urged grabbing his arms and yanking. The boy glanced at you before standing up and holding your hand.

   "Sorry. Too much?" He asked and you flushed.

   "Just a bit." You agreed brushing some leaves out of his hair.

   "Care to explain what this is all about or..." The silence spoke for itself.

   "Maybe once we're inside? Sam and Emily can help me explain so I don't sound too stupid. Or look more stupid." He blushed under his russet skin.

    You placed your hands on your hips and nodded.

    "Alright let's do that." You agreed with a smile.

    About an hour later you were sitting in the living room of your cousins house, your brain scrambling to take in all the new information. Your hand was in Embry's despite everyone telling you you didn't have to be in love with him. Glancing up you made eye contact with Sam.

    "So you and Emily?" You hinted and the man nodded.

     "And me and Embry?" You continued. Again the man nodded. With a sigh you faced Embry who was staring at your interlocked fingers.

    "What do you think of all this?" You asked stroking your thumb over his knuckles. He jumped before looking up to you.

     "I, uh,-" he stumbled over his words and you laughed.

     "Whatever you have to say, Sam won't kill you for it." You assured and the boy relaxed slightly.

    "I think you're really cute, and I think that I want you to be mine. Not that you have to be it's just you're so... Wow." He breathed as he stared into your eyes and you smirked as you rose a brow.

    "That so?" You teased and he flushed.

   You rolled your eyes before turning to Emily and Sam.

   "So you boys turn into wolves? Because my new school has vampires? And you can get a soulmate thing out of that?" You asked trying to summarize.

    "Plus the healing factors and being hot all the time." Embry added and you smirked.

    "Em I thin- wait!" You whined slapping your forehead as you realized that Emily and Embry would have the same nickname.

    Emily laughed as you flopped back into the couch and Embry stared in confusion.

    "Sam. I don't think you have to worry about me stealing your fiance anymore." You sighed as you slid into Embry's shoulder.

    Sam chuckled before pulling Emily close to him, kissing her forehead.

    "I'm okay with that." He admitted and you groaned.

    "Emilyyy! My love! Our union has been forbidden but I will always love you!" You exclaimed as you let yourself fall into Embry's lap dramatically.

   The boy jumped before running his fingers through your hair. You hummed happily lifting a finger.

    "On second thought I think I'm okay. I still get Emily on Fridays and Tuesdays though, okay?" You bargained and heard the group laugh.

    "You'll have Emily every day when me and your puppy are out." Sam reminded and you gasped.

    "You're right! That's great news." You grinned before opening your eyes and looking up to Embry.

    "So you wanna try being boyfriend girlfriend, soon to be genderbent Emily and Sam?" You asked and the boy smiled.

    "I'm okay with that." He nodded and you shot him a couple finger guns.

     "Great. So Sam that means lay off on my man or I'll steal Emily!" You warned and the man huffed.

    "Y/n you already do that." He reminded and you rolled your eyes.

    "Yeah whatever you say. For now I'm ignoring you because Embry is amazing and way prettier than you." You teased and grinned when Embry blushed.

     This was going to be a fun relationship.

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touch me

spencer reid x reader

Summary: Spencer is incredibly touch-starved and hard on himself since coming home from prison. Luckily, the medical examiner in this small town is really good at reading people, and exactly what he needs.

warnings: mentions of cases, insecurity issues, female reader, smut, blowjobs, riding, praise, emotional hurt/comfort. emotional sex, strangers to lovers, hook-ups,

word count: 5.8k

They had been in New Mexico for almost a week, solving a series of murders that seemed to have no end in sight. There was nothing they could do but go back to their hotels to sleep, hoping there’d be a connection in the morning.

Spencer and JJ were sharing a room as the small town hotel didn’t have accommodations for everyone that was visiting to help with the case. They didn’t mind, it was like a long sleep-over.

They did their own thing, kept their space and Spencer really did enjoy overhearing her on FaceTime with her kids. It was refreshing happiness in the middle of the madness murder sadness and despair they were swallowed by.

When his phone rang at 6 am, just shortly after he returned to his room for a quick rest, he sighed deeply, “Dr. Reid.”

“I’m so sorry to do this to you, but another body dropped and I need you to go to the ME,” Prentiss explained softly down the line. “It’s weirder than the other’s and you’re the only person who would be able to work it out with the examiner.”

“I’m on it,” he replied with a tightlipped smile. He hung up and looked over at JJ, already peacefully asleep on her bed. He closed the door softly on his way out, not wanting to disturb her any further.

At the other end of the hallway, Spencer stood and waited for the elevator. It seemed to be taking forever, everything he was doing lately dragged on and on with no end in sight. He was exhausted, still struggling with his PTSS, just all around not having the best time.

He was in the middle of rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when the elevator opened with an equally tired woman waiting inside. “Hi,” she said before covering her mouth to yawn, “sorry.”

“I get it,” he smiled as he stepped inside. “Lobby?”

“Yes please,” she smiled. “Are you here for the case too?”

“Uh, yes,” he answered softly, “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, with the FBI.”

“Oh, hi! I’m Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, the medical examiner,” her face lit right up. “Agent Prentiss said you’d be joining me I just didn’t think this quickly.”

She was adorable, bubbly and happy in a way he envied. He missed the feeling of random giddiness, smiling at her as he felt the butterflies swirl in his stomach. “Do you need a ride? I have an SUV from the bureau.”

“Yeah,” her smiled got bigger. “That would be really nice.”

They walked closely together through the lobby and towards the parking structure, he hit the unlock button a few times while trying to figure out which SUV his keys matched to. Finally getting in and watching her climb in the passenger seat.

“Do you know anything yet about the body?” Spencer asked as he turned on the ignition.

“Yeah hold on,” she pulled her iPad out of her bag and started sliding through emails.

“Your tech girl sent me the initial police reports, witness statements and overview,” she began to explain. “Like the others, she’s a 25-year-old female, blond, blue-eyed, athletic.”

“Prentiss said it was a weird one?” Spencer added.

“They think she was embalmed before the unsub staged her,” Y/N added with a tone of disgust on her voice. “Do you have your tech girl’s number?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Spencer dug his phone from his pocket and dialled the number.

“Penelope Garcia, the 8th wonder of the world at your service,” she answered after just one ring. “How are you doing on this fine morning, my fine furry friend?”

“Not so hot,” Spencer replied. “I’m with the ME right now on the way to the body, she has a question for you.”

“Oh hello, ask away.”

Y/N was smiling on the front seat, enjoying the show they put on for her. “Um, hi I was wondering if you could look into anyone in this town buying embalming equipment, or if any has been stolen from the funeral home? This town is so under-resourced already, I don’t know where this guy could get this stuff.”

“Absolutely, I’ll add that to my parameters,” Garcia’s voice was lovely and soft. “I’ll call you back if I find anything!”

“She’s lovely,” Y/N exclaimed as Spencer place his phone back in his pocket.

“Yeah, she is.”

Spencer pulled into the morgue’s parking lot, the lights were all on and the Coroners van was parked by the loading doors. Inside there was just 1 officer, waiting beside a body bag as Spencer and Y/N walked in.

The officer gave them both a quick rundown of the crime scene findings, as well as information about where all the equipment was before leaving them to their work.

“Have you ever examined a body?” Y/N asked Spencer.

He nodded, “I’ve been present during a few, held some organs, but I’ve never done one myself.”

“They’re pretty gnarly,” She scrunched her face and giggled. “Let’s get you all geared up.”

She handed him a hairnet, a white plastic suit, goggles and a mask. “Gloves are on the wall, pick your size.”

He felt like a lunch lady standing beside her, taller than her by almost a foot, dressed in all white with a hairnet. He could tell she was smiling at him under her mask, her eyes gleamed up at him in a way that made his heart melt.

He had to remind himself multiple times that this was nowhere close to the time appropriate to want to flirt with someone. They were about to examine a dead body, and potentially solve a case. There would be time to flirt later.

But he was just so amazed by how she worked, being able to tell everything that was going on by just looking at the body. Making notes on her own and only occasionally explaining things to Spencer. In her own little world, solving the puzzle with expertise.

“The other 4 vics were just strangled and staged, dressed up and left in different areas around town,” she ran the case down more for herself, needing to hear the words to make a connection.

“Yes,” Spencer followed her train of thought, tilting his head as he listened.

“She was murdered, embalmed, staged and sexually assaulted. His MO is completely different and it’s only been 2 days since the last body dropped. I think he’s found his signature,” She explained her thoughts. “His sexual aspect comes out only when they’re dead and cold, we’re dealing with a necrophile.”

“While most serial killers start with small animals before moving on to humans, he started with women and then eventually grew to what he really wanted. That’s what we were missing,” Spencer’s eyes lit up.

“He’s a lot younger than you hypothesized in the original profile,” She added.

“You read it?”

She nodded, “yeah I like to know what you’re looking at to see if I have answers.”

“This is really going to help us,” Spencer smiled, his eyes mimicking hers now.

“I can finish up here if you want to go back to your team? I can get a cab,” She offered. “Go catch this guy.”

“Okay,” Spencer said, backing up from the table and taking his equipment off. Placing them in the hazmat garbage. “Are you sure?”

“Yes Dr. Reid, I’ll be fine,” She laughed. “Can I call you if anything comes up?”

He smiled again, “call me even if something doesn’t.” He dug a contact card out of his pocket and placed it on top of her purse. Waving as he walked out of the room.

—

He thought about her smile for the rest of the afternoon, leaving his findings with Prentiss before heading back to his room to sleep for a few hours.

He finally found his way back into the police department 5 hours later, coffee in hand as he tried to absorb all the new information. They had a lead, stolen embalming equipment from a funeral home a few towns over was reported 4 days ago.

He stayed back during the apprehension of the suspect. Simmons, Lewis and Rossi were closer and they didn’t think the unsub would be dangerous. No one was missing and he wasn’t expecting them, should be easy to get him to come in for some questions.

Much like the rest of this case, it didn’t go to plan. They found another woman in his home, having to shoot him in the process. Ending the spree, ridding the world of a necrophile. It just didn’t feel like justice was served when another person had to die.

Spencer sat on his bed, calming down slightly from the end of the case. Saving a woman, killing a murderer, it was all a lot to process in such a short time.

JJ was in her bed on the other side of the room, scrolling through Facebook as she looked at photos of her kids. It was a much easier way for her to calm down, remembering that she could go home to pure, unadulterated happiness at the end of a case.

They heard a small knock on the door, Spencer volunteered to answer, opening it only a small amount as he looked out.

“Oh, hi,” surprised to see Y/N behind the door.

“Would you like to come and drink with me?” She asked, holding up a bottle in her hand. “In my room,” she added.

“Yeah, yes um, hold on,” he closed the door on her softly.

“Who’s that?” JJ smirked at him.

“My friend,” he replied quickly, running to the bathroom to look at his hair and fix his shirt. “I’ll be back later.”

He grabbed his wallet, making sure he had a condom first, before opening the door only a small amount to slip out into the hall. Hiding Y/N from JJ as she tried to look out the door.

“Sorry, my co-worker and I are sharing,” he explained.

“It’s okay,” she smiled, heading towards the stairs. “I’m just a floor up, and the elevator takes a million years.”

Spencer held the door for her, watching her head up the stairs as he noticed the bottle in one of her hands and her shoes in the other. She walked up the steps in her socks, exhausted from the day.

“Did you get any sleep?” She asked him softly as she kept climbing the steps.

“A few hours, did you?”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “I woke up just before they called about the body this morning.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to just go to bed? You’ve been working for 12 hours,” Spencer worried for her.

She reached the door for floor 3, pulling it open with the hand she held her shoes in, “Sleep is the for weak.”

He laughed lightly, “do you want me to hold anything?”

“Here,” she handed him the bottle, “thanks.”

She dug the keycard from her pocket as he followed her towards the right door. Excitement bubbled in his chest as she opened the door and welcomed him inside.

It was exactly like his room downstairs, only there was just 1 queen bed and a few couches by the window. She set her things down on the bed, sighing deeply as she sat on the edge.

“Do you have any cups or mugs?” Spencer asked, reminding her that he was holding the alcohol still.

“Yeah, on the bar table over there,” she pointed. “I’m just going to change in the bathroom quickly, you can pour yourself a drink.”

“Okay,” he smiled awkwardly as he crossed the room.

She dug through her suitcase quickly. Spencer saw from the corner of his eye as she took out some shorts and a shirt, not even slightly worried about being so casual in front of a complete stranger.

He inspected the bottle, it was just a cheap scotch, nothing too special. He poured about an inch of the golden liquid into two cups, not a big fan of drinking but tonight he felt a little risky.

She came back looking more refreshed, very cozy, and still breathtakingly beautiful. He hadn’t felt this way about someone in a long time, the tightening in his chest as he wondered where the night was going to go.

Not to mention the longing he felt.

Even before prison, he wasn’t one to spend a lot of nights alone with a beautiful stranger. The added isolation in his life changed him on a fundamental level, he realized just how much he craved contact, and just how much he’s deprived himself over the years from both men and women. He just wanted to be loved properly.

He silently handed her one of the cups, smiling at each other softly as they tapped cups. Taking the whole drink, “oh, yep that was exactly what I needed.” Y/N’s eyes watered as her face scrunched up, coughing a bit.

Spencer felt the same, only being able to hide it a bit better. The burn was nice on his throat, it made him feel alive. “Did you want to order some food or anything or?”

She laughed, “that would be the smart and responsible thing to do.”

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

She looked up at him, her shoulders dropping as she released the tension in her body. Looking into his eyes with care, it was so different from the way his co-workers looked at him. She didn’t think he was broken, she had to reason to believe he was even damaged.

“Yeah,” she smiled, placing her hand on his chest as she stepped in closer to him. “Do you like mushrooms on pizza?” She giggled, even this close to him with every opportunity to kiss him, she chose to just make him smile. Something that didn’t happen too often lately.

“I do, it’s my favourite topping actually.”

She took his tie in her hands and dragged him to the couch, “I enjoy topping sometimes too.”

She sat down on the couch and looked up at him, waiting for him to sit beside her. Patting the cushion beside herself while he swallowed sharply, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, making her smirk.

“I won’t bite Spencer,” she laughed finally. “I’m sorry if that was too much?”

“No,” he said, sitting down beside her quickly. “No, it’s fine honestly, I’m just not used to it.”

“Too busy with the FBI to find anyone to hit on you?”

He shook his head softly, pushing his hair out of his face. “I uh, I was framed for murder and in prison for 3 months. I haven’t really had a conversation with anyone I don’t work with in a while.”

“Oh,” she didn’t look surprised or scared. “That makes sense.”

“What does?”

“You’re soft,” she leaned in to press her hand against his chest once more, eye level with him now. Seeing his eyes dart from her lips to her eyes every few seconds as he licked his lips. “You don’t look like you want to hurt anyone, but something about your aura is changing. You know how to protect yourself now, and you’re stuck thinking you’re still in danger.”

“How can you tell all that just from looking at me?” He asked softly.

“If I showed up at any other man’s door with a bottle of alcohol and the offer of a night alone, I would have been pushed against that door the second we got here,” she explained. “You respect me, almost a little too much.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” His face was soft and curious and proving her point.

“You see me as a person, but I can tell you’re touch starved. Every time I get close to you, it’s like you don’t want me to move away,” her voice was barely a whisper as she leaned in even closer to him.

She could feel his breath on her face, her nose was close enough to brush against his as she stared at his lips, “but you won’t make the first move. You want to protect me from you.”

He nodded his head lightly before rubbing the tip of his nose against hers and making her smile. He let out a sigh, relaxing his shoulders as she straddled his lap, leaning him back against the couch. He bit the bullet and let his hands rest on her hips, looking at her softly in the hopes it was okay.

“Tell me?” She begged, holding his tie in her hands, running it through her fingers as she waited. “What do you want? What you miss? Let me be that for you,” she begged.

“Anything,” he finally tells her. “Just touch me.”

She loosened his tie, freeing his neck finally. She slowly undoes every single button on his shirt, untucking the hem from his pants as she opens it up.

Her fingers are warm on his skin, but he still gasps at the touch. Her fingers were so soft, like angel kisses as the pads of her fingers traced the skin. Gliding over every freckle, raking through his chest hair, bumping along the barely-there abs.

His thumbs rubbed against her bare thighs, where he held her lightly. “You can touch me too,” she whispered.

His hands travelled up to her waist, he gently pulled her in closer. No longer resting on his legs, but pressed close to his chest. Her hands landed on his shoulders, looking down at him with nothing but pure lust as her breathing hitched.

She cupped his face, gliding her thumbs along his cheeks softly as she stared at his lips. He opened his mouth to breathe, his bottom lip was plump and beautiful and she couldn’t help herself from rubbing her thumb over it.

He kissed her thumbprint before taking it in his mouth, sucking on it softly making her hips buck into his lightly. The suction on her thumb was more erotic than she expected, the feel of his hot mouth, his wet tongue swirling around it before he let her go with a pop.

She accidentally let out a moan that excited him, “like that?”

She immediately felt her heartbeat in her clit, she nodded feverishly. Suddenly at a loss for words, wondering where this Spencer suddenly came from.

“How far are we taking this?” He asked softly. “We can stop and order that pizza at any time?”

There he was, the soft and sweet man that she brought here in the first place. “Pizza is even better after sex,” she couldn’t stop the giggle from erupting from her, even as she bit her lip.

He smiled at her like she was the world. A complete stranger making him feel more than anyone had in the last year. “I’m going to need longer than it takes to deliver a pizza,” he admitted.

“Luckily they’re open late,” she compromised, leaning in and finally kissing him.

It was soft at first, then he pulled her in even closer. She was chest to chest with him as he breathed her in deeply. She melted into his grasp as if he had just stolen her soul right out of her body.

She was his now.

She kept his face in her hands, holding him as he broke the kiss to explore her jaw. Kissing every inch of her neck and chest as she gripped his hair, making him moan as she used her nails to comb through the long locks.

“Does that feel nice?” She cooed, running her nails along his scalp as he tilted his head back.

“My favourite thing,” he explained as he closed his eyes, letting her repeat the same motion again and again.

He looked so peaceful, running his hands over her back and sides softly as she massaged him. She leaned in and kissed his cheeks, the tip of his nose, both eyelids and his forehead.

He wanted her to touch him everywhere, her delicate touch made him feel worthy for once. Every self-hatred of his washed from his body as she explored him with care, care only one would receive if they were a most prized possession.

He felt loved.

It was overwhelming, he didn’t realize a tear had slipped down his cheek until she was wiping it from his skin. Shushing him softly before kissing him quickly on the lips.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, what’s on your mind beautiful?” She asked softly as she brushed through his hair once more.

“I just,” he looked in her eyes ever so innocently. “I’m not used to feeling cared for, no one pays attention to me this way.”

“That’s shameful,” she looked utterly perplexed. “Look at you? You’re gorgeous, you’re smart, you’re powerful. You’re kind and lovely and soft?”

“But I’m also weird and too much to handle,” he interjected.

“Not to me,” she corrected him. “this morning you could have said nothing in the elevator, you could have driven by yourself and awkwardly waited till I was finished my work. But you didn’t, you had a conversation with me, you helped me many times, you cared about me making it back here safely and you didn’t even know me. You’re a special kind of person Doctor Reid, and anyone who doesn’t see it is an idiot.”

He pressed his lips together in an awkward smile and furrowed his brow, “do you ever give out parts of yourself to everyone because you know how hard it is to feel appreciated?”

“All the time,” she laughed softly. “But not now.”

“Me either,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“I’ll make you a deal, you tell me the worst thing you’ve ever done and I’ll tell you mine,” she offered. “Even the playing field.”

“How so?”

“Right now you think I’m super nice and kind right? And I just told you how I feel about you, but you hate yourself and outside of here I hate myself too. Share a secret, we can be fucked up together,” she smiled.

“In order to keep myself safe in prison, I poisoned a batch of heroin and almost killed a lot of people,” he responded without thinking.

“Okay,” she was a little shocked that he gave in so fast. “One time I stabbed a guy who tried to touch me after I pushed him off me twice already. He didn’t die, it barely even went in.”

“Both are technically self-defence,” he shrugged.

“See?” She smiled. “You’re not as bad and scary as you think you are. You’re smart and cunning.”

“Are you sure you’re not a therapist?” He teased her, “because this has been better for me than any therapy appointment I’ve ever gone to.”

She laughed again, kissing him softly. “I think it would be against the rules for your therapist to do this, I guess that’s why some men cheat.”

“How so?” He just liked listening to her speak.

“It’s easier to be open with someone you’ll never see again than it is with your therapist or wife because there are no consequences. They can’t judge you or hold anything against you, they do what you paid them for and they leave,” she explained herself.

“I’d like to see you again,” his voice barely a whisper. “If you’d like that?”

She nodded softly, “maybe I’ll move back to Virginia, finally.”

“Is that where you’re from?”

“Born and raised. I moved to Albuquerque with my girlfriend 5 years ago, and she left me about 2 years ago now,” Y/N explained. “I liked my job too much to move all the way back there and start over.”

“I can put in a good word for you where ever you want,” he offered before he could stop himself from looking too desperate.

“I’ll look into it,” she smiled.

He kissed the centre of her chest again before pulling her into a hug. Hearing her heart beating in her chest softly as she pressed her cheek to the top of his head and rubbed her hand over his back. Soothing him so completely, he felt beyond amazing.

And then she was gone, pulling back from him and standing up. “Wh-?” Before he could even ask, she was lifting her shirt off.

He stared at her breasts, eyes wide and jaw dropped. She walked over to the bar, taking another shot before she pushed her shorts down and climbed onto the bed. Completely naked in under a minute.

He stood then, pushing the opened shirt off his shoulders and immediately undoing his belt. He took a condom from his wallet before kicking off his shoes, dropping his pants and underwear to the floor and stepping out of them.

She was laying back against the pillows when he crawled over her, resting his naked body against hers ever so slightly. She just smirked as she looked up at him, “hi.”

“Hello,” he whispered.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“You.”

He kissed her softly on the lips, or at least he planned to. Y/N wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him down against her. Swiping her tongue across his bottom lip, begging to make out with him, finally.

Grabbing and tugging at each other as everything started to heat up, she could feel his erection against her leg as he ground down on her. Sucking on his tongue, lightly making him moan into her mouth.

His hair kept tickling her face, every time she’d push it away it would just fall right back against her skin. She pulled him off by his hair, gasping for air as they stared at each other again.

“Can I be on top?” She asked lightly.

He wrapped his arms under her, holding her close as he rolled over. Watching her settle more onto her knees as she sat on his hips. “Better?”

“Much,” she said as she sat up, taking a hairband off her wrist and putting her hair up. Raising her arms in a way that made her tits perk up. He reached up and cupped them, rubbing his thumb lightly across her nipples before giving them a squeeze.

She just laughed as she finished her ponytail, “having fun?”

“Absolutely,” he smiled up at her.

His hands followed the curve of her body, from her boobs to her waist and down over her hips. She was stunning, confident, everything he ever wanted and more.

She found the condom in the sheets, the bright purple packaging making it easy to see. She played with it in her hands, seeing how long it would take before he got desperate, but he never did.

“How long have you had this?” She asked, trying to tease him.

“Not long,” he was honest. “I just got out of prison, remember?”

“So you haven’t had sex since before you went in?” She looked excited.

“No, why?”

She smiled, “so I’m taking your free man’s virginity.”

“I don’t think that’s a thing?”

“It is now,” she giggled before leaning down to kiss him once more.

Trailing kisses down his neck, stopping only to suck a mark near his Adam’s apple. Hearing the sweet little gasps he made every time her tongue came in contact with his skin. She kissed his clavicle, his shoulder and down his chest. Making her way across his abs and over his lower tummy.

He gripped the sheets, not knowing what she had planned or where she was going. Spreading his legs, she kissed his groin, his right hip bone and the inside of his thighs. He couldn’t believe it, the way she explored him so delicately.

She ignored his cock for a while, kissing and sucking at any and all the visible skin she could find. He felt her smile against his thigh then, getting closer and closer before she took his cock in her hand and kissed the base.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, settling into the bed like water filling a glass, he was liquid in her hands. Her mouth was a blessing and she chose him to worship.

“Fuck,” he moaned as she took all of him as far as she could. Dragging her tongue along the shaft as she pulled back up. Swirling her tongue around the tip before taking him all the way in once more.

She pulled off with a pop, sitting up now with his dick still in her hands. She tore the condom open with her teeth, taking the package off and rolling it over him.

His dick bounced back against his stomach when she let go of it, hard enough that it had a mind of its own now. She bit her lip as she lifted herself over him more, setting herself down softly where it laid against him.

The head of his cock brushed her clit as she ground down on him, his hands found her hips once more as he instinctively helped her find a rhythm.

He could feel how wet she was, the way she glided over him so easily. Her breath hitching every time her hips bucked, she was enjoying herself. It made him even more excited. She leaned back down then, kissing his neck once more as she continued to push down on him.

“I need you,” Spencer gasped.

She smiled against his skin, lifting her hips enough for him to line up with her before she started to sink down on it. He watched himself disappear inside of her, feeling the way she took him in like he was always meant to be there.

“Fuck,” she gasped as she sat down fully, her hands resting on Spencer’s stomach as she tried to get used to it all. Listing herself up and down little by little to get the rhythm going again.

Spencer pulled her back in again, arching her back so she could bounce easier. She held him close, tucking her face into the crook of his neck as she started to move faster and faster on him. Hearing his breathing pick up as his grip tightened on her asscheeks.

She kept one hand in his hair as her other hand reached for her clit, pleasuring herself slightly the way she knew she liked it. “Jesus Christ,” she whispered against his skin as she fucked him.

It had never felt like this before, it was so personal for the first time. They worked together perfectly, not having to communicate at all, following the other person’s rhythm like a well-oiled machine with a task.

He felt her everywhere. Her hands in his hair, her lips on his neck. The way her hot breath tickled right under his ear as she tried to catch her breath against him. The way she pulled off him and sucked him back in, again and again, her breasts against his chest and her ass in his hands.

He couldn’t believe it. That a real human being cared about and appreciated him, even after learning his worst secret. She was special and different and everything he needed.

He could feel himself getting closer, wanting to savour every moment with her that he could. His hands roamed her back, over her shoulders and arms. He wanted to touch every single inch of her while he had the chance.

“I’m so close,” she whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek and resting her open mouth against his.

They weren’t kissing, they were panting over each other with their foreheads resting together. Euphoria filling the empty spaces between them as she came, gasping and shaking violently over him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bending his knees and driving into her a few more times before he finished.

She tugged on his hair then, biting his bottom lip as she felt him twitch inside of her. Letting out the smallest gasps and whimpers as she pulled her hand out from between them and pushed herself off him.

Dropping her body against his, resting her head on his chest as they caught their breath.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her in a hug as he repeatedly kissed the top of her head. “Thank you,” he was still out of breath as he said it.

She smiled, laughing against his skin again as she hugged him back.

—

He woke up to the sun in his eyes and the feeling of lips against his skin. He blinked as gained consciousness, finding Y/N laying against his chest again. Her face in his heck where she was placing lazy kisses, trying to wake him up nicely.

“Good morning?” His voice was groggy and deep, it made her smile against his skin. A feeling he didn’t realize he missed so much during the night.

“What time is your flight back?”

“10:30, why?” He asked softly, rubbing his hand over her back softly.

She held him tighter, breathing him in deeply as she did so. Not wanting to let him go any time soon, “it’s 9:45.”

“Is it bad I’m hoping there’s a secret serial killer in Albuquerque?”

She laughed again, sitting up this time so she could look at him again. “Maybe I’ll come to visit my parents soon a find a reason to stay in Virginia?”

“I’d like that,” he smiled, pulling her into a kiss. Never wanting it to be the last one.

He waited till the last possible moment to finally peel himself out of her grasp, trying to find all his clothes and belongings from the night before

He kissed her quickly at the door before taking off down the steps and back to the room he was supposed to be sharing with JJ. He knocked on their door lightly, hoping to every god on earth she hadn’t left yet.

She opened the door and just stared at him with her mouth open, “oh my god?” She laughed.

“What?” He asked, completely oblivious to how he looked.

JJ dragged him inside, pulling him towards a mirror and pointing at his reflection. “What happened to you?”

His hair was a mess, he had hickeys all over his neck. His shirt was barely buttoned, definitely not untucked and he didn’t even have his shoes on. “oh.”

“Oh?” JJ couldn’t believe it. “Who is she?”

“Um, the ME from this case,” he explained, scratching the back of his head as he squinted.

JJ just laughed then, “hurry up and look somewhat presentable, pretty boy, the team is going to eat you alive for this.”

Sure enough, when he finally sat in his little corner of the plane with his glasses on and a hickey still visible above his collar, all eyes were on him. No one wanted to ask, they all just made it abundantly clear that they were curious.

Alvez even took a photo to send to Penelope, who sent it to Derek, who texted Reid only 20 minutes into the flight asking who she was. He rolled his eyes and put his phone back in his pocket. About to get really pissed when a second text came in.

555-0623: if you’re still serious about that recommendation, there is a spot available at the DC medical examiner’s office… I’d probably be closer to you than your therapist’s office 💋

He smiled then, saving her number and starting his letter.

[butterflyyeo]

drunk in love

pairing - yeosang x fem reader

genre - fluff, angst (?)

tw - lots of alcohol consumption, swearing

wc - 10k

side ships - seongjoong, yungi

a/n -- was meant to be angst but turned into fluff... im trying my best to get better at writing angst aaaah. but please enjoy this for now <3 thanks for letting me tag you @iminchaosnow !!

------------------------------------------- you had known kang yeosang for nearly two years now. two, dreadfully slow and exhausting years.it was your final year of high school when he transferred to your school, he was a close family friend of wooyoung's. his parents had spoken highly of the school, insisting that yeosang transfers in order to excel for his last year of schooling. as far as you were concerned, he had decent grades, but he preferred to spend his time hanging around the skatepark after dark, when everyone else had left.

and in all the two years you'd known him, you had never once had a full conversation with him, despite being in your group of friends. his side of the 'conversation' usually consisted of monotonous 'yeahs' and 'mhms'. wooyoung constantly assured you it was because he's shy and that he'd eventually open up. but you weren't convinced. you tried so hard for him to like you, but your efforts were fruitless. it was infuriating, feeling like you were constantly doing something wrong whenever you were around him.

you currently found yourself in the backseat of yeosang's car, wedged between a drunken yunho and mingi while a chaotic wooyoung was singing along to his chosen playlist. (though, it sounded more like wailing.)

you and the eight boys had all decided to take a gap year, spend every last cent you earned on adventure and alcohol to make lifelong memories, before your careers became a blockade in your friendship. but the year was coming to an end soon, it was already mid november. on the bright side, that meant your favourite holidays were just weeks away.

yeosang was always the designated driver. that was something you had noticed about him over the last few years. to be honest, you weren't sure just how he coped with a screeching wooyoung, because you sure as hell weren't dealing very well with yunho and mingi who were playing a very intense game of rock paper scissors to decide who would be crashing on the couch in your apartment.

"i win!" mingi cheered, waving his hands excitedly. "you're on the couch, man."

yunho frowned, "damn."

you laughed, "it's okay, yunho. you can share the bed with me if you'd like."

"hey! that's not fair y/n! you said i could this time." wooyoung whined from the front seat.

"sorry, woo. you know i keep my promises, but you're going back to your apartment. remember?" you tried to reason.

wooyoung looked as though someone had switched a lightbulb on behind his eyes, "oh yeah! i forgot."

the four of you burst into laughter, mainly caused by the alcohol and partially because of wooyoung's realisation. and still, yeosang didn't crack a smile, hands just gripping the steering wheel tighter as his knuckles turned white.

soon, you arrived outside your apartment block, quickly stepping out the car after yunho. wooyoung wound his window down and you poked your head in, attempting to hug him goodbye.

"bye woo!" you said, giggling at your faltered farewell.

"good night y/n, thanks for the drinks!" he shouted, exclaiming a bit too loudly next to your ear.

"thanks for the lift as always, yeosang!" you yelled, pulling away from wooyoung's tight hug.

he nodded, "no problem." before putting the window up and driving away.

you pouted, turning around to face the two boys. "i just don't understand what i'm doing wrong." you buried your face into your hands, "why doesn't he like me?" you groaned.

"y/n." mingi began, "its nearly 1am, its way too late for this 'why does yeosang hate me?' crap." he shook your shoulders, literally trying to shake some sense into you.

"yeah, mingi's right. we've had this discussion a thousand times." yunho said grasping your wrist and pulling you up the stairs, stumbling along the way. (because lets be real, stairs are difficult enough as it is, let alone when drunk.) "now, let us into your apartment so we can eat your food and crash on your couch!" he joked, nudging mingi in a playful manner.

you reached into your pocket and fumbled around with they key for a moment before unlocking the door. the boys practically pushed you inside and made a beeline for the fridge.

"help yourselves! i'm going to shower." you called, dragging yourself to your bedroom.

once you'd finished showering you went back to the living room to check on yunho and mingi. not so much to your surprise, they had fallen asleep on your couch already, cuddled up into each other. it was cute, even picture worthy to show their sober selves. you reached for your phone which typically lived in your pocket, though you began to panic when it wasn't there. hurrying around the apartment, you searched every possible nook and cranny for your phone, but it was nowhere to be found. you collapsed onto your bed, snuggling into the soft sheets, too tired to worry about your phone anymore and content with the assumption that you'd left it in yeosang's car.

shortly, your heavy eyes fell shut and you began to sleep away the tequila.

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the next morning you awoke to mingi and yunho's deep, hungover voices, discussing their plans for the next week.

you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and dawdled down the hallway.

"ah! there's our favourite karaoke partner!" yunho greeted, jokingly.

you laughed, "shh, don't let wooyoung hear you say that."

"she's right, man. he'd be so offended." mingi said, stretching out his sore limbs. "how are you feeling today, y/n?" he asked.

"not the worst hangover i've had. what about you guys? you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like, until you feel better." you replied, knowing them well enough to know that they'd need at least a few painkillers and a good meal before they went home.

yunho chuckled, "i feel like crap, but nothing a sandwich and glass of water can't solve."

"i second that." mingi said, raising a hand.

"okay, well in that case, i'll go to the store and get something for breakfast. sound good?" you reasoned, running a hand through your hair. you loved these boys, and making them breakfast was just a nice way of showing you cared. drunk or not, they knew how to make you smile and laugh, which they loved to see.

"sounds amazing!" yunho said, breaking into a sincere smile.

you quickly changed out of your pyjamas and slipped some shoes on.

"i might be a bit longer, i need to stop by yeosang's. i think i left my phone in his car." you explained, picking your keys up from the kitchen counter. "see you guys soon! feel free to take a shower if you want." you said, waving goodbye and heading out the door.

"okay, bye y/n!" the boys called from behind you.

the first stop was yeosang's apartment, he only lived about ten minutes away with wooyoung and san, in the same building as jongho. both yunho and mingi lived on the other side of town, which is why they so often crashed at your place after parties. seonghwa and hongjoong were fortunate enough to live in a house, just outside town, they had actually been the hosts of last night's party.

it didn't take long to get there. you pushed open the lobby door and made your way over to the elevator, disappointed to see that it was out of order for maintenance. instead, you took the stairs and began spiralling upwards. less than a minute later you looked up, only to bump into the man you came looking for.

"oh, yeosang! i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to." you quickly apologised, worried about creating another reason for him to dislike you.

"it's fine." he shrugged.

you both began to talk again at the same time, "ah, sorry, you go."

"i was just gonna say, you left your phone in my car. actually, i was about to bring it back." he pulled your phone from the pocket of his jacket, handing it to you. as he did, your fingers brushed against his. he spun around suddenly and began to walk away, "i'll see you around."

he had left before you even had a chance to thank him. slightly confused and frustrated, you turned back around and traipsed down the stairs.

you gathered what you needed for a hearty breakfast at the local convenience store before heading home and spending the rest of the day in the enjoyable company of yunho and mingi.

yeosang had entered back into his apartment and sat down on the couch.

"back already?" wooyoung asked, rummaging through the fridge.

"she was coming to get her phone and i ran into her on the staircase."

wooyoung sighed, "when are you gonna stop hating her?"

"i don't hate her." yeosang said, not looking up from his phone.

"then why do you act like you do?"

yeosang pretended to not hear that question and continued to scroll through his phone. see, he'd rather not dwell on things that he couldn't understand.

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to fill up your weekdays during your gap year, you had picked up a job at a hotel in town as a receptionist. to your dismay, your boss had asked you to work night shift all week, which is how you found yourself here on thursday night, sitting alert and waiting for the slight chance that someone might check in at this time of night. it was a pretty fancy hotel, and the job payed well enough, so really, you had nothing to complain about.

the nights seemed to drag on for an eternity. to keep yourself busy, you often wasted time counting the cars that drove past, or tried to count the number of crystals that hung from the chandelier. so far, only a few people had checked in during your shift, having come from overseas and recently arriving at the airport. honestly, whenever someone walked through the front door, lugging a suitcase behind them, you got excited as it gave you something to do.

the clock was creeping up to 4am and you let out a quiet yawn, feeling drowsy as your body clock hadn't yet adjusted to the change of sleeping patterns on such short notice. taking a sip of water, you shook your head, trying to stay awake. your head suddenly jolted up at the sound of the front door opening.

a man stumbled forward, and you'd seen enough zombie movies to become instantly paranoid. you quickly pushed the thought out of your head, feeling ridiculous for even considering it. but as the man got closer, you could smell the cheap, potent alcohol lingering on his body.

he leant against the desk, peering down at you. "i need a room for the night."  he grumbled. "my stupid wife kicked me out." he said under his breath.

you forced a friendly smile, despite feeling uneasy, "of course! i just need you to fill in this form with some simple details." you said, sliding across a clipboard and a pen.

he huffed, picking up the pen and scribbling onto the sheet of paper before pushing it back to you. "can i go now?"

"just a moment, sir." you replied, eyes skimming over the form as you copied the information into the computer in front of you.

the man was growing impatient, stepping from foot to foot with his arms crossed.

"uh, sir, you missed a part of the form. could you please provide your phone number here." you pointed to the empty space on the sheet.

"for fucks sake." he muttered, "i don't have my phone on me and i don't know my phone number." he said, annoyedly tapping on the desk.

"i'm really sorry, sir, but—"

"can't you just find me a fucking room?" he snapped, hands balled into fists and slamming against the desk, making you jump in fright.

before you had time to try and reason with him, he continued to shout.

"you're as stupid as my wife! i'll just find a different fucking hotel." he yelled, swiping the clipboard and pen off the desk. "useless bitch." he mumbled as he kicked over a chair on his way out.

you chewed your bottom lip, trying to fight back the tears. with shaky hands, you picked up your phone and dialled the first place that came to mind. after a few rings, the phone answered.

"woo?" you croaked, trying hard to not cry.

"he's asleep. this is yeosang." he replied, evidently having just woken up by the sound of his voice.

"oh." you began, instantly feeling guilty for waking him up, "i'm sorry i didn't mean to disturb you."

"did you need something?" he asked.

"i just, i was..." you let out a sob, wiping at a tear falling from your eye.

this didn't go unnoticed by yeosang, "are you crying? what are you doing awake right now anyway?"

"i'm at work." you managed to choke out.

"at 4am?"

"i'm on night shift."

"why are you crying then?" he asked, feeling something slightly tug at his heart, but choosing to ignore it.

you began to ramble, "a man came in and he was really drunk and complaining about his wife and then he yelled at me because i asked him to give his phone number and—"

"i'm on my way." yeosang cut you off.

"what?"

"i'll be there in ten." with that, he hung up the phone.

exactly ten minutes later, you were sat in the passenger seat of yeosang's car. he was dressed in sweats, clearly having come straight from bed. you'd left a note on the desk, explaining to your coworker why you wouldn't be there when she arrived to take over your shift. a silence filled the car, and you felt the need to talk, but chose not to, worried about giving yeosang another reason to hate you.

once you arrived outside your apartment building, you were surprised that yeosang got out the car too and trailed closely behind you up the stairs to your apartment. when you reached the door you spun around to face him.

"thank you for bringing me home." you said, voice quiet and still rather shaken up.

"it's no problem. good night, y/n." he replied, sensing that you were still upset. he suddenly felt this overwhelming urge to wrap his arms around you tightly and not let go until you stopped crying. he wanted to protect you from every drunk idiot on the planet. he wanted to make you feel safe.

but instead, he watched as you closed the door behind you and locked it from inside.

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you arrived at work the next morning, instantly feeling more comfortable with cleaners, employees and people coming and going. immediately, you headed for your boss's office.

"good morning, sir. i just wanted to come and apologise for leaving my shift early last night. i can assure you it won't happen again." you said, feeling nervous as to what your boss might say.

he shook his head, "i should be the one apologising, a man came in this morning and spoke very sternly about the safety problems here. i realise now how stupid it was of me to make you work night shift, alone, at such a young age. we've hired security guards and have also made sure that two people will be on desk at all times. i'm sorry that you had to deal with that."

you were at a loss for words, you didn't think that there would be such drastic changes just from the once incident. "thank you so much." you replied.

"for now, take the rest of the day off. you'll only be working day shifts for next week and can return to doing night shifts whenever you feel ready to do so." your boss said, motioning for the door.

the rest of the day you spent in deep sleep, catching up on some much overdue rest.

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weeks passed and you found that work was much more enjoyable. you still hadn't returned to working night shifts, but at least now you had someone to run the front desk with you and keep you company.

this weekend, you were going to visit hongjoong and seonghwa. hongjoong was sick and so you decided to go help out since seonghwa couldn't always be there to look after him.

you knocked on their front door and was surprised to be greeted by san.

"good afternoon! come in." he gave you a hug before ushering you inside.

"what are you doing here?" you said, following him down the hall.

in the living room, you saw all eight of the boys gathered around a couch-ridden hongjoong.

"jongho was already here when me, yeosang and woo arrived." san explained.

"yeah, and then mingi and yunho turned up." wooyoung continued.

"y/n! i have never been more glad to see you! you gotta save me from them." hongjoong laughed, arms open, signalling for a hug.

you went over and embraced him in a hug, "good thing i brought an excessive amount of cookies." you said, placing the box of cookies on the coffee table next to the couch. the table was covered in empty mugs and bowls, you could tell seonghwa had been busy and hadn't had the chance to clean up. you opened up the box and handed him a cookie before offering them around to the rest of the boys.

"you're the best cook ever." mingi said, taking a big bite.

"i made you spaghetti last night!" yunho countered, feeling offended that his roommate didn't think he was the better cook. mingi just laughed and took another bite.

"jongho get off the counter, please." seonghwa said, coming through the front door. "don't be so comfortable, you were throwing up in my toilet like a month ago." he joked.

yeosang glanced your way, his eyebrows furrowed like he was contemplating something.

"lets head off and give these two some space." yunho said, dragging mingi behind him.

wooyoung stood up, "yeah, lets get going."

yeosang pulled his keys from his pocket, "okay, bye guys." he said, heading down the hallway.

"can we get some food on the way home?" you heard san call as they left.

"bye hongjoong! i hope you're feeling better soon." jongho said, "bye seonghwa, i promise i won't throw up in your toilet any time soon." he joked, leaving through the front door.

"seonghwa, how are you? don't forget to take some time for yourself as well." you frowned.

"i'm tired, but i'll be okay. i just gotta clean up and—"

"why don't you go rest a while? i can keep hongjoong company for a few hours." you reasoned, wanting to help as much as possible. there was nothing you hated more than seeing you friends in distress and upset.

he looked between hongjoong and yourself, "i couldn't."

hongjoong let out an audible huff, "hwa! will you just let her help please, she clearly wants to."

you grinned, "exactly, now go read or sleep or watch some tv or something." you said, gently pushing him towards their shared bedroom.

you spent the afternoon tidying up and talking with hongjoong. you managed to do all the dishes and put them away before scouring their kitchen, deciding on what you could use for dinner. you found everything you needed for a decent meal and began cooking it up. hongjoong had dozed off mid conversation, surrounded in a pile of tissues, you chose to let him sleep so he would recover quicker.

about an hour later, you placed two steamy hot meals onto their dining table next to two full glasses of water. you quietly knocked on their bedroom door, finding seonghwa asleep amongst the covers.

you gently shook him awake, "hwa, i made dinner for you guys. you can wake joong up, i'll head off now." you said with a smile.

leaving the two of them to enjoy their dinner, you headed home and cooked yourself something to eat. it was nice having some time to yourself, but saturday nights were becoming more and more empty as winter grew closer. december was only days away and the year would soon come to an end. you reached for the phone, suddenly desperately missing your friends despite only seeing them hours ago.

"hey woo, are you free next weekend?" you asked.

he paused a moment, "i think so, why?"

"you wanna go out with the others? it's been a while since we have all caught up for drinks."

"count me in!" wooyoung cheered.

you called everyone else up and they all agreed, even hongjoong promised to come if he was feeling better.

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you found yourself surrounded by wooyoung, san, yunho and mingi as the music blared. it was a less popular club on the far side of town but it was a comfortable place for you all. you often came here for drinks and the staff members knew you, quite well, a little too well. san grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times with the music.

you laughed, leaning against him, "maybe spinning around isn't the best idea right after two shots of vodka."

"what?" san yelled into your ear, struggling to hear you over the music.

you laughed louder, pulling him closer to you, "i said, spinning is not a good idea after drinking vodka!"

"oh!" he joined you in laughing before trying to twirl you around once more.

hongjoong and seonghwa sat at the bar, holding hands and being intimate as always. yeosang was sat next to jongho at a booth, quietly talking with him, but from the corner of your eye, you saw jongho stand up and walk away. your eyes watched him worriedly and you couldn't help but run after him. you followed him as best you could, stumbling every now and then. he'd gone to the bathroom so you patiently waited outside until he came back, looking slightly pale.

you practically leapt at him, doing a quick scan to make sure he was okay, "jongho? are you alright?"

he smiled at your overwhelming concern, "yeah, i just drank too much as usual. i'll be alright, you can go back to dancing."

"let me just get you some water first. i'll be right back okay?" you patted his shoulder. "don't go anywhere i'll be back in a second."

you made your way back to where jongho had been sitting with yeosang. as you approached, yeosang eyed you up and down, taking in your drunken state, though, it wasn't the first time he'd seen you this way. you nearly tripped as you reached the table, struggling to walk in heels.

"i need a glass of water, do you have a glass of water? jongho needs a glass of water." you mumbled to yourself, reaching for the jug in the center of the table.

"are you okay?" yeosang asked, quickly pushing your hand away from the jug.

"i'm okay, but jongho needs water. can i take this cup? he's waiting for me, i told him not to go anywhere, i need to get back to jongho—" you tried to pick up a glass but yeosang pressed your hand back down once more.

"i'll take it to him, you stay here." he said, filling the cup full with water and heading towards the bathrooms.

your brain suddenly felt fuzzy and your eyes became blurry, it was like the alcohol hit your system all at once. your head spun round and round and you leaned forward, resting your hands on your head. you'd never felt this sick from drinking, maybe you'd had too much too quickly, maybe it was the spinning. there was no way to tell, all you knew was that you felt like you were about to fall from the top of a very high roller coaster.

your eyes felt increasingly heavy, you allowed them to slip shut, head falling to the table with a not so gentle thud.

"y/n?" someone shook you, "y/n wake up!" it was wooyoung.

"shit, is she okay? should we call an ambulance?" jongho said, reaching for his phone.

"is she breathing? has anyone checked?" seonghwa gently lifted your shoulders and sat you upright, relieved to see the rise and fall of your chest. "we should call a taxi and get her home."

"are you crazy? she's unconscious, she won't be able to get up the stairs to her apartment! what if the driver is dodgy? she's already had to deal with shitty men while working night shift, imagine if something happened while she's drunk!" yeosang blurted out. the boys were shocked over his sudden concern for you. yeosang had never once shown any interest or care for you in the presence of them.

"well, what should we do then?" mingi asked, worriedly running a hand through his hair.

"i'll take her, you've all been drinking." yeosang concluded. "she'll be fine, don't worry. enjoy the rest of your night, okay? i've dealt with woo passing out before remember?"

"that's true." san said, throwing a light hearted glare in wooyoung's direction, who showed a rather sheepish expression.

the boys went back to their drinks, taking it a little slower now and yeosang carried you to his car. it wasn't easy, but he managed to sit you upright in the back seat of his car with his rear view mirror aimed directly at you so he could make sure you were okay.

he was able to lift you up the stairs and get your house key from the pocket of your jacket, which would've looked questionable to anyone else, but he had the best intentions. he sat you down in a dining chair, watching as your head lolled forward and your body slumped. he quickly filled a glass of water and came back to you.

"y/n." he whispered, resting a hand on your shoulder. "y/n." he said again, louder this time.

the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but you weren't waking up and that was becoming concerning. he shook your shoulder, as gently as he possible could in a moment like this, and to his relief, your eyes hesitantly opened.

your head felt like a bowling ball and you groaned quietly. "yeosang?"

"here." he said holding the cup to your lips, allowing you to take a small sip.

"how did we get here?" you mumbled, head rolling to the side.

he caught your head and carefully pushed you back upright, "i drove you, this is your apartment."

"oh." you said, eyes drooping shut again. "oh." you repeated.

"y/n, i really need you to stay awake right now." he said, bringing the cup to your mouth again. "lets talk."

"we never talk!" you exclaimed. "this is the longest conversation we've ever had!"

"i know." he said, pulling up a chair to sit directly in front of you. yeosang felt that slight tug at his heart again tonight, the way you sounded so excited just to talk with him.

"no, no, no." you whined, "this is so bad!"

"what is it?"

you pouted before nervously biting your lip, "i'm really sorry."

"for what?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair.

"for ruining your night and making you stay here with me! now you just have another reason to hate me." you sighed, letting your head fall into your hands.

"i could never hate you." he said, voice barely above a whisper.

but you had fallen back asleep, so yeosang sat you upright once more and monitored you closely all night. with every minute that passed, he wished more and more that it was easier for him to show his emotions, to you especially. he wondered if maybe he wasn't so closed off that things would be different between the two of you. but it was hard for him, to let people in, he was afraid. afraid of people judging the real him, afraid of what might happen if he lets himself become vulnerable, afraid of facing his feelings about you.

you awoke hours later with a raging headache and extreme nausea. you headed straight for the bathroom and hunched over the toilet, feeling the sickest you'd ever felt. yeosang waited patiently outside the bathroom door with a glass of water and painkillers.

when you came out, he held his hand out, "take this."

you looked down at his hand and then up at him, slightly confused, "what are you doing here?"

"you passed out last night, and i drove you home because everyone else had been drinking." he said, passing the glass of water.

"oh my god." you ran a hand through your hair, "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to be any trouble! you must of been here all night, i promise it won't happen again, that was so stupid of me—"

"it's fine, don't worry about it." he said, shrugging, "i'll get going now, but make sure you take it easy and drink enough water." his eyes carefully scanned your body one last time, making sure you were really okay. he headed for the door and you followed.

"i'm really sorry." you frowned, feeling as though no amount of apologies would make it up to him.

he let out a slight chuckle, "it's okay, seriously y/n." he said before leaving. you heard the all too familiar jingle of his keys as the door closed behind him.

he'd stayed with you all night, eyes watching over you closely. ready at your side whenever you stirred in your sleep. he'd been there in the morning prepared with water and painkillers. this was never how it was, usually this was your job, taking care of the boys. it was your way of showing you cared, helping out wherever possible.

this wasn't like yeosang. at all.

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as soon as yeosang got home he was greeted by a very concerned san and wooyoung.

"is she okay?"

"are you tired?"

"did she wake up?"

he was bombarded by questions.

"she's okay, she fell asleep after a while and i made her take some painkillers when she woke up." yeosang said, collapsing onto the couch.

"so you really don't hate her then." wooyoung thought aloud.

"he can't, he spent the whole night looking after her!" san said, hitting wooyoung like it was obvious.

"owww," wooyoung rubbed his arm, "even she thinks you don't like her!"

"i know, she said last night. but she probably won't remember saying that." yeosang said, feeling increasingly drowsy from his lack of sleep.

"maybe you guys should like, talk things out?" san suggested, taking a seat next to him.

"maybe." yeosang said, drifting off into sleep.

you had spent the day curled up in bed, wondering how you could make it up to yeosang, and there was nothing more you wanted than to get to know him better, but what would he want? you called up san on that thought.

"hey sannie," you said, "i need your help, actually, is woo there as well?"

"oh my god she's alive!" you heard wooyoung call from beside san.

"what do you need help with?" san asked.

you paused a moment, "is yeosang there?"

"well yes, but he's asleep."

you groaned, "i feel so bad that he stayed up all night looking after me. i really wanna make it up to him but i don't know how. plus, it's not like he's that fond of me. maybe i should just thank him by staying out of his space."

"i don't think he'd like that." wooyoung interjected. "i still think he just needs time before opening up to you."

"i think its just me." you sighed, worriedly chewing on your bottom lip.

"hey! don't be like that! there's no reason to not like you." san scolded you for down talking yourself as he always does.

"agreed." wooyoung said, chiming in.

"i'm sure i'll work something out. thanks guys! enjoy the rest of your day!" you said.

"good luck!"

"bye y/n!"

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you had been staring at your phone for at least an hour, typing and retyping the message to yeosang. wooyoung gave you his number so that you could contact him when you'd finally worked out how to make it up to him. in the end, you decided that you would let him decide.

you drew in a sharp breath and squeezed your eyes tightly shut as you pressed send.

you: hey yeosang, i still feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you !!

yeosang: did wooyoung give you my number? T~T

you: yes he did.. i hope thats okay !

yeosang: of course yeosang: how about you make it up to me over a cup of coffee? >.<

you: that sounds great !! you: when are you free ?

yeosang: does tomorrow morning work for you ? i can pick you up ^_^

you: of course ! i'll see you tomorrow :)

yeosang sat in his room, facepalming. why was it so easy to be more open over text?

you on the other hand, felt your heart swell in a bizarre way. maybe it was the way you hadn't expected him to use such cute little emoticons. maybe it was the way that you'd be able to have a full conversation with him. whatever it was, excitement had taken over you.

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a knock pounded at your door and you rushed to open it.

"ready to go?" he asked, leaning against the door frame coolly.

"yes, lets go!" you said, sounding a little too excited.

the two of you made your way down the stairs and into yeosang's car. you found yourself smiling as you looked out the window.

your excitement hadn't gone unnoticed, "you seem awfully excited."

"i really wanted to make it up to you," you beamed. "it must've been boring to watch over me all night."

"i didn't mind so much." he said, shrugging.

you frowned, "you shouldn't of done it."

"and leave you passed out in the club?" he quirked an eyebrow up at you.

"well..."

"exactly." he said, parking the car outside a small cafe nearby his apartment. "come on, lets go inside."

you followed him in and took a seat across from him at a table close to the window. you both ordered coffees and resumed conversation.

"so, where were we?" you smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

"talking about how you wanted me to leave you passed out in the club." he said. you were almost convinced you saw a teasing smile pulling at his lips.

"right. i'm so sorry about that."

this time he actually chuckled, and you were taken aback. it was like the wall yeosang had surrounding himself was crumbling before your eyes.

"you need to apologise less." he laughed, bringing his coffee cup to his mouth for a sip. "half of the time we talk its just you saying sorry to me."

"i'm so—"

"hey!" the two of you broke into laughter.

his laugh was loud but warm and you couldn't help but notice the way his nose scrunched up cutely, the way his eyes looked full of stars and the way he brushed his hair out of his eyes after, revealing his beautiful birthmark. from that point on, you wanted to be the one to make him laugh every day.

he felt that familiar tug at his heart, the one he'd been feeling every moment he spent alone with you. the one he felt when he first met you. the one he couldn't make any sense of. it was as though his heart was a violin and you were the one playing it. (which would explain the tugging feeling.) but you were playing the sweetest song and he never wanted it to end.

the two of you laughed the morning away, gradually making up for what you'd missed over two years in a matter of two hours.

you'd discovered that even after getting him to open up more, he wasn't one for words. you found yourself talking his ear off while he listened intently, occasionally sharing his opinions and stories. in all his honesty, he didn't mind listening to you talk. he could've sat there all day, drinking countless cups of coffee, watching the way you bit your bottom lip whenever you paused to think or the way your eyes filled with sparkles when you talked about something that made you happy.

you insisted on paying for the infinite cups of coffee, as it was your way of making it up to him. he reluctantly agreed, but promised that he would pay if there ever was a next time, which he secretly hoped there would be. he'd finally had the chance to let his walls down. (it was actually more like you'd climbed the walls and torn them down with your bare hands.) but he was thankful for it.

he drove you back to your apartment, even after you persisted on walking home, seeing as it wasn't that far. he refused, insisting that he drive you. he even followed you up the stairs to the door of your apartment.

you turned around to face him, "you know, you're not so bad when you actually wanna talk to me."

"you know, you're not so bad when you're not drunk." he countered, his lips breaking into a playful grin.

you glared jokingly, "hey! don't make me apologise again."

"okay, okay. i won't." he said, raising his hands in defence.

you smiled, resting against the door, "alright, well, i've really enjoyed hanging out with you today. maybe we should catch up more often."

"maybe we should." he said, bearing a coy smile, "bye, y/n. i'll see you around."

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it was only about a week later he showed up at your work, at the end of your shift. you were pleasantly surprised to see him, and at first thought he was just someone coming to book a room.

"hello, are you looking for a r— yeosang?"

"when do you get off work?" he asked, glancing over to the clock.

"five minutes."

"i'll be waiting in the car, okay?" he said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

on his way out, you saw as he ran into your boss, the two of them beginning conversation.

"it's good to see you've made those security changes." yeosang said as he nodded, extending his arm for a friendly handshake. "i'm very thankful."

your boss shook his hand, "and i'm thankful that you suggested them."

just over five minutes later you got into the passenger seat of yeosang's car.

"it was you who told my boss about the safety problems." you said, in near disbelief.

"hello, to you too." he joked sarcastically. "well, i would hate to think that the situation could happen again, so i just suggested some possible improvements. thats all." he shrugged like it was nothing.

"suddenly, i feel the need to make it up to you again." you smiled shyly.

"you can do that by accompanying me to the skate park." he said, motioning to his skateboard on the back seat.

"ah, so thats why you came."

"well yeah, i wanted to bring you to the skate park."

your heart swelled once again, feeling joyed that he wanted to share one of his favourite places with you. (despite him never telling you directly, you knew he loved the skate park as he spent majority of his high school time there when he wasn't studying.)

when you arrived, the sun was beginning to slip behind the horizon, causing the sky to glow a rosy pink. there were still a few kids, probably high schoolers, hanging around the park. you took a seat at a bench and waited for yeosang to come over, who was getting his skateboard out the car. you felt oddly out of place since you were still in your neat work uniform and didn't know the first thing about skateboarding.

yeosang rolled over with a grin plastered onto his face, you'd never seen him so happy, and it made you happy to see him this way. it was strange how all it took was a few cups of coffee for him to become a completely different person around you.

he didn't need to ask you to watch as your eyes were already glued to him as he dropped into the bowl, showing countless tricks and flips.

the truth was in fact that yeosang was grateful for you 'making it up to him'. he'd never been able to comprehend his feelings for you, if they were even feelings at all. he hated the confusion and decided it was easier to ignore it, and to an extent, ignore you, to make it go away. it had been working for the most part, until every time the two of you were alone together, he couldn't ignore the slight tug at his heart, that was becoming more of a pull over the last few weeks.

"you're amazing!" you cheered as he sat down next to you, out of breath.

"thanks." he smiled shyly, running a hand through his hair and out of his face. he leaned back, looking up at the sky. "do you sometimes wish you could see the stars from within the city? hongjoong and seonghwa are so lucky they can see them from their house."

you pondered a moment, thinking about the last time you actually saw stars in the sky. "i see stars in your eyes sometimes." you said, absent minded.

he felt warmth burning in his cheeks, "you do?"

"do what?" you turned to him, "did i say that out loud?" you gasped, covering your face in embarrassment. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to say that it was just a thought and—"

"what did i say about apologising?" he laughed. "it's getting cold, right? you ready to head home?" he asked.

you smiled, "if you are."

he drove you home and said goodbye, feeling happy about spending time alone with you once again. he couldn't stop thinking about what you said and you couldn't stop feeling like a fool for saying it.

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the weather got colder and colder and soon it began to snow as the days of december passed. you had spent the day helping jongho move some new furniture into his apartment. it was a difficult job, but easier with the two of you, even san and wooyoung came to help. you couldn't resist wondering where yeosang was and why he didn't come, seeing as they lived in the same building. maybe he was busy, you thought.

"hey, where's yeosang?" you asked, lifting a box and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"at home, i think he's been feeling sick or something, he hardly comes out of his room lately." wooyoung shrugged, assuming it was all good.

"if he's sick i'll bring him over some food and painkillers, maybe keep him some company." you explained, not wanting yeosang to be unwell.

"i think he'd rather be left alone, to be honest." san said, giving wooyoung a side glance that you couldn't miss.

you pulled out your phone and sent yeosang a quick message.

you: are you feeling okay? san and woo said you were sick :((

he didn't respond right away and you just figured he was asleep. but as you finished helping out at jongho's house a few hours later, he still hadn't responded. when you were sitting down to eat dinner at home, he still hadn't respond. just before you were going to turn the lights out and go to bed, he still hadn't responded.

something was up. this wasn't like yeosang, not anymore. not since the two of you had been spending so much time together. maybe it was like the boys said, and he was truly very sick, but in that case, why wouldn't they let you help?

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days passed and you went to work as usual, repeating the same few lines, asking people if they want a room, asking them to fill in a form, then directing them to the right room. days passed and you still hadn't heard back from yeosang, you wondered if he was still sick. days passed and you began to think maybe you should go over there to see if he's okay.

but if there was one thing you'd learnt about yeosang recently, it was that he was the quieter type, and probably wouldn't appreciate you going over there to keep him company and would rather be alone. so that evening when you got off work, you didn't go visit him like you so desperately wanted to, instead, you went straight home.

you cooked and ate dinner for yourself, before picking up your phone, only to see still no messages from yeosang.

you: hey woo you: is yeosang feeling better ?

wooyoung: yeah he is

you: well then can i come visit tomorrow ?

wooyoung: i think he's busy wooyoung: sorry

you: its okay woo you: its not your fault !!

you switched your phone off and headed for the shower, trying to wash away the stress and worry for yeosang that had built up over the last few weeks. you had really grown to like him and there was still so much about him you wanted to learn, like when he learned to skateboard or how he got the small scar on the back of his hand, that you'd noticed when ever he brushes his hair out of his eyes.

two years he'd spent, not interested in holding conversation with you and two years you'd spent, wondering what you'd did so wrong. but lately, you felt like you were doing something right around him, getting him to smile and laugh, share his own stories.

you couldn't shake the feeling that maybe he still didn't like you, and had just been trying for wooyoung's sake.

or maybe he was genuinely starting to like you, but you went and fucked it up by weirding him out and telling him about his starry eyes.

or maybe he'd just had enough of you already. decided that a few weeks was enough time spent trying to change things between the two of you.

as you finished showering and changed into comfortable clothes, you glanced at the clock which read 10:56pm. you switched on the television to watch some youtube before going to bed. as you felt yourself dozing off, a faint knock sounded at your door, so quiet you almost missed it.

when you opened the door, you were shocked to see yeosang standing there, leaning against the door frame for support. he looked up at you, his normally starry eyes were dulled with tears.

you rushed forward to him, smelling the alcohol as you got closer, "yeosang are you okay? what are you doing here? i thought you were sick. are you drunk? you never drink, come inside." you gently pulled him inside, closing the door behind you. when you turned to face him, he was staring at you, tears about to spill over the brim of his eyes.

"i hate you." he breathed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. he didn't seem angry though, he looked fragile, like a glass vase balancing on the edge of a table.

you felt the urge to cry, finally hearing those three words that confirmed your biggest concern, yeosang disliking you. "yeosang, i'm so sorry. i never meant to—"

"i hate you." he said, louder this time before running a hand through his hair hastily. he let out a frustrated groan, dragging his hands down his face. "i hate the tugging feeling in my heart whenever we're alone. i hate the way you put yourself before others. i hate the way you ramble on when you're nervous. i hate the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh. i hate the way i don't drink around you because i feel the need to protect you and make sure you're safe. i hate the way i tried to ignore you for two years because i was scared and confused about my own feelings. i hate how it only took one cup of coffee with you for my walls to come crashing down!" he paced from side to side, waving his hands around crazily.

yeosang looked scared and lost, like he'd never felt this way about anyone before, and that was the truth. he didn't know how to comprehend these feelings and it terrified him.

you watched as he spiralled, seeming as though it would never stop. you weren't sure what to do, so you just listened to that swelling feeling in your heart once again, the one that had led you to develop feelings for yeosang, and you pulled him close into your arms. he clung onto you tightly, scared to let go, like if he did then he'd lose you forever. you ran your fingers through his hair briefly, trying your best to comfort him.

"i'm sorry." you repeatedly whispered to him. you'd never meant to upset him or confuse him.

yeosang let out a quiet sob into your chest, "i hate the way i've fallen in love with you." he croaked out.

he didn't hate you. never did. never will. your heart swelled completely in your chest, feeling as though it would burst through. but it couldn't be true. he's totally drunk out of his mind.

"you're not in your right mind, yeosang, you need to get home. you're drunk and talking nonsense." you embraced him tightly one more time, and you could've sworn you felt the beat of his heart through the hug. "come on," you urged, steering him towards the door, "wooyoung and san are probably worried and waiting up for you."

with much effort, you led him down the stairs of your apartment block and walked him home. the street lamps led you in the freezing city night air. you held his wrist lightly, guiding him up the stairs to his own apartment. he didn't speak a single word the whole time, instead, sniffling and wiping at his eyes. it hurt you so much to see him this broken, but you knew he wasn't saying the truth under control of the alcohol in his veins.

you knocked at his apartment door, hoping that one of the boys were still awake. luckily, they both were and quickly they flung the door open.

"y/n? yeosang?" san questioned, his eyes wide open with disbelief.

"we've been so worried about you!" wooyoung said, pulling yeosang away from you. "hang on, are you drunk?"

san had noticed his tired, tear stained eyes, "you look like you've been crying! are you okay?"

you let out a quiet sigh, knowing you didn't need to be here anymore. you gave a small wave goodbye and headed home, utterly exhausted.

and though you were so drained, you couldn't seem to fall asleep. those words yeosang said to you kept running through your mind busily.

did he mean any of it?

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yeosang felt bad. he felt terrible. like he wanted to vanish into thin air and float away with the breeze. though he couldn't, no, he desperately wanted to apologise to you. but he didn't know how, he wasn't good with words or expressing his feelings, and you wished he knew that was something you loved about him.

wooyoung and san tried to ask him what happened the night he drunkenly confessed to you, but he couldn't have them know that he'd been harbouring feelings for you for all this time, they'd never let him live it down. he could imagine the continuous teasing they'd give him, nudging him whenever you were together or giving him side glances after talking to you.

yeosang gave it lots of thought. he mulled it over in his head repeatedly. it was only after hours spent hidden away in his room that he decided to go back to where it all started, a text. a text that said how much he wanted to make it up to you for having to deal with him drunk, just like the one you'd sent initially.

yeosang: hey y/n, i feel really bad about the other day, i wanna know how i can make it up to you! T^T

your heart leapt a mile seeing his name appear on your phone. you grinned upon reading his message, realising it was scarily similar to the message you had first sent him.

you: hmmm you: that sounds familiar

yeosang: >.< yeosang: seriously though, how does dinner at my place tomorrow night sound? i'll cook

you: you can cook?

yeosang: there's a lot you don't know about me x_x

you: okay, i'll be there !!

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yeosang wasn't lying when he said he can cook. as you traipsed up the stairs of his apartment block you could smell something delicious laced in the air.

the usual swelling in your heart had instead fell to the pit of your stomach, you were feeling slightly nervous as to what would happen when you entered yeosang's apartment. you inhaled deeply before knocking at the door of his apartment.

"hey y/n, come in." yeosang greeted, holding an arm out, signalling for you to come inside.

"you must've been working hard cooking! it smells delicious." you said, feeling a sense of comfort just from the smell of food.

"yeah, lucky i sent wooyoung and san over to jongho's place, otherwise i doubt there would be any pasta to serve." he joked. "you can take a seat, i've just gotta serve up."

you sat down in front of a neatly laid table, it had somewhat surprised you how much effort yeosang had put into this dinner tonight. he placed a steamy hot plate of pasta in front of you and one where he would sit.

"so." he began.

"so." you copied, teasingly.

"i guess, i really just wanted to say i'm sorry for how i behaved the other night when i was drunk. you shouldn't of had to deal with that." he frowned, poking at his dinner.

you furrowed your brows, "it's seriously fine yeosang." you took a bite of pasta, "i was just surprised to see you drunk, since you never drink."

he chuckled, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, "actually, i do. i just never drink when you're there."

"really? why?" you questioned, eating another mouthful of pasta.

"because..." he paused. "no, it sounds dumb out loud."

"it's okay, you don't have to explain yourself." you smiled warmly, "but that does remind me to ask... do you remember anything you said to me while you were drunk?" you leant forward, genuinely curious.

he sighed, "i remember.. enough."

"you don't really hate me, right?" you asked, playing with the food on your plate.

"of course not! that's why i invited you here tonight. to show you that i don't, and to make it up to you." he had to refrain from reaching across to hold your hand, just to show how much he cared that little bit more.

you nodded, "well, thats good. i was kinda worried that we'd gone back to square one."

comfort settled within you. it was relieving to know you weren't hated by the one person whose love you wanted most. a tiny thought crept into your mind, maybe, just maybe, now would be the right time to tell him about your blossoming feelings for him. or would that confuse him more? now you were the one feeling conflicted.

"are you finished eating?" he asked, reaching for your empty plate.

"yes, thank you! it was delicious. you're a good cook, y'know."

"ah, thanks y/n." he turned away to hide the blush appearing on his cheeks.

"would you like me to do the dishes? since you cooked." you offered, standing up. but he quickly opposed.

"don't be ridiculous." he shooed you back to your seat. "can i get you a coffee? water? wine?"

"a coffee sounds good, i think you and i have had too many drunken situations lately." you laughed.

yeosang pulled out two mugs and put the kettle on. he felt your eyes carefully watching him. once again, he hated the feeling that was pulling at his heart. the way you could say nothing, yet he felt everything.

"can i tell you something?" you asked, voice now quieter and more hesitant.

"sure, what is it?" he said, placing a warm cup of coffee in front of you.

you took a sip, humming in delight. it was exactly the way you liked it. when the two of you went out for coffee, he had unintentionally remembered just the way you like it.

"well," you began cautiously, in case you brought this situation into flames again. "i just... i always wondered why you didn't like me. if i was doing something wrong, if i said something once that really upset you. and then after we started spending time together, i finally felt like i was doing the right thing." you groaned, frustrated with yourself for not getting to the point quicker. "what i'm trying to say is that i have feelings for you. it's okay if you don't feel the same way. i wouldn't expect you to, i just thought you should know—"

yeosang basically choked on his coffee, eyes widening in shock. "it's okay, y/n! in case you hadn't noticed, i'm crazy about you."

you had continued to ramble nervously before hearing what he said.

"wait. you are?"

"basically ever since you said that thing about stars in my eyes, yes."

you cringed, remembering how you had said that so absent minded. "yeah, sorry about that."

"it's okay, it was cute. and what did i say about apologising?"

you shook your head and smiled, "i know."

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ever since the two of you confessed to each other, you had been almost inseparable, except of course when you had work. but he dropped you home most nights, even though you insisted it was okay and that you could walk. he came over every weekend just to spend time with you, even if the two of you just sat and talked, enjoying each other's company. you'd been dating for a few weeks now, but kept it undercover, not wanting to suffer the incessant questioning that would come if you told your friends.

it didn't go unnoticed either, wooyoung and san were constantly nagging yeosang about why the two of you spent so much time together, and each time he just shrugged it off.

christmas was just around the corner, so you were spending the evening at seonghwa's and hongjoong's house, who of course, were throwing an unnecessarily large house party to celebrate.

you were sat between a very drunk yunho and mingi, who were trying to talk to an also very drunk jongho. you eyed your boyfriend from across the room, as if asking for a way out and he just laughed at the situation you were stuck in.

after at least ten minutes more of having your ear talked off, yeosang came to pull you away to the dance floor.

"care to dance?" he asked, extending his hand to you.

you immediately jumped up, latching onto his hand, "i would love to!"

he chuckled, pulling you close to his side and leading you to the makeshift dance floor that seonghwa and hongjoong created.

the two of you laughed at the boys' reaction. they were completely shocked to see the two of you so close together and yeosang being friendly.

he twirled you around a few times with the music, before settling his arms around your waist. he brought you near to him as you placed your arms behind his neck. you swayed back and forth, engulfed in your own little bubble of comfort in each other's arms, completely out of time with the loud thumping music that blared around you.

you felt content, and yeosang no longer felt confused. he found his home in your arms and his happiness.

you reached up to place your lips on his, capturing the moment surrounding you. yeosang melted into the kiss, discovering that your lips were soft and sweet against his, just as he had imagined, which caused his knees to feel weak and his heart to skip more than just one beat. he never wanted to let you go, he wanted to compensate for every second that he didn't spend with you since the two of you met.

he leaned forward and whispered softly, just so you could hear above all the music and singing, "lets stay like this forever."

[marvelous-harry]

Maybe Harry/Florence/Marcus? I love Marcus he seems so hot

Easy Choices Harry/Florence/OC!Markus Words: 1.6K Summary: Some choices aren't that hard to make, especially when there's a nice little treat at the end.

Harry was tired. He'd been in and out of meetings all day and nothing seemed to be going right. Grabbing his cellphone from the passenger seat, he glanced at it to open it up before looking back up at the road as he drove.

Pulling up his contacts he scrolled till he found Florence's number and hit call. "Please, pick up," he muttered as he headed out on the motorway. When her voicemail message started playing, he hung up and took a deep breath.

She'd promised she'd be home when he came home, and fuck, he really hoped she was cause he needed her. Touch her, smell her. Just be near her. Pushing the gas pedal down a bit more, he raced home as quick as he could.

Pulling into the garage, he looked curiously at the car that was parked in the driveway. He didn't recognize it and he sighed as he realized they had company over. Closing his eyes, he bit his lip as he tried to collect himself. He couldn't walk in there dropping when someone was over. It was okay, he could get through this. He'd just politely say hello, do a little chat before excusing himself.

Opening his car door, Harry got out of the car before grabbing his bag from the back. Locking the car and the garage, he unlocked the side door and headed inside.

Kicking off his shoes, he dropped his bag down before taking another deep breath. "Florence?" Harry called out as he peeked into the living room and the kitchen, not seeing anyone.

"Upstairs!" Florence yelled back. "Bring some water bottles with you!"

Harry headed into the kitchen and grabbed six bottles of water before making his way upstairs. He started recognizing the smell hanging in the air and the voice that Florence was talking to.

Rushing up the final steps, he headed into the little tv lounge they had next to their bedroom.

"Took you long enough, why you stay in your car for so long?" Florence asked as she glanced at him before snuggling close to Markus. They were both just sitting dressed in robes as they watched TV.

Harry quickly put the water bottles down before rushing over and dropping to his knees in front of Florence, hugging her leg. "I didn't recognize the car and thought you had a stranger over and I thought that I'd have to wait for you but I need you so I was just trying to focus," he whimpered as he explained.

Florence hummed as she reached down and ran her fingers over his hair before grabbing on to it. "That's the problem with you thinking, isn't it? Doesn't end well. Not very good at it," she chuckled and yanked his head back.

"Get your clothes off and say hello to our guest. Being very rude right now," Florence said before letting go.

Harry shuddered and felt his body and cheeks heating up. "I'm sorry," he whimpered as he quickly stood up and started taking off his clothes. "Fuck," he mumbled as a button on his cardigan fell off and bounced across the floor.

"Fold your clothes nicely and pick up the button. Don't want you making a mess," Florence ordered as Harry slung his t-shirt and cardigan to the floor.

"Yes, Florence," Harry said as he picked them back up and folded them. Picking up the button, he placed it on top before he shrugged off his jeans, underwear, and socks - folding it neatly before putting it all in one pile.

Dropping to his knees again, he glanced at Florence before he moved in front of Markus. Harry blushed more as he gave him a quick moment of eye contact. "Hi Markus," he said. "Please let me know if I can do anything for you,"

Markus smiled as he sat up straight and spread his legs.

Harry licked his lips and could not help but look towards Markus' crotch, trying to get a glimpse of his cock.

"Glad to see you haven't changed," He chuckled before he looked at Florence. "How long has he been locked up for this time?" Markus asked.

Florence smirked as she looked down at Harry and his cock that was locked up in a cock cage. "Been almost a month now," she replied. "Just after the last time you saw him, I think it was,"

Harry blushed and looked at his legs.

"I have emptied him once during that time. That was fun wasn't it?" Florence asked as she grinned. "God, you cried so much that night,"

Harry whimpered at the memory of having his prostate massaged for almost two hours until he finally had his very disappointing orgasm while wearing the cock cage.

"I'll have to film him next time, show you how pathetic he gets," Florence chuckled.

"Please do, I'd love to see that," Markus smirked as he pulled her in for a kiss.

Harry was blushing like crazy, fiddling with his fingers as he looked at them.

"Rest your head," Florence said and patted the spot on the sofa between herself and Markus.

Closing his eyes, Harry turned his head sides ways and put his cheek against the sofa cushions.

"Good boy," Florence muttered before she started stroking his hair. "Tell us about your day,"

Harry shifted on his knees and licked his lips. "I.. So many meetings just wanted to come home. So tired. Please," he whimpered and reached out to touch her.

"Did I say you could touch me?" Florence tightened her hold on his hair and yanked hard.

"I'm sorry, no! I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please, please," Harry muttered as he quickly took his hand back and clasped his hands together.

Delivering a little slap to Harry's cheek, Florence let go and pulled back. "Go to the bedroom and take a seat in your chair," she told him while adjusting her robe that had slipped open.

"No, please! Let me stay! Want to stay with you and Markus! I'll be good!" Harry begged as he put his hands behind his back, bowed his head, and rested his forehead on the sofa's edge. "Please, please," he whispered softly.

"Harry. Now," Florence ordered. A hard edge to her voice.

Harry whimpered and dared to look up at her, his eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry!" he told her pleadingly but she kept looking back at him sternly. Slowly, he stood up and he looked pleadingly at Markus to step in. Letting out a sob as Markus gave him a little wave, Harry started to walk out of the room and over to their bedroom.

Taking a seat on his chair, he kicked his feet and stared longingly out towards the hall.

Sniffling, Harry wondered what they were doing. What they were saying. He just wanted to be with them. Whimpering loudly, he hoped they could hear him and took pity on them but there was no movement from the hall.

It was an eternity later when Harry finally heard footsteps coming down the hall. Sitting up a bit more, he looked down and grasped the arms of the chair.

Markus took a seat on the bed in front of the chair and leaned forward. Much to Harry's displeasure - he had gotten fully dressed. "Florence is not very happy with you," he said simply.

Harry whimpered and pouted - squirming in his chair. He could feel his cheeks heating up as his cock started going hard - well trying to get hard inside the cock cage.

"She told me she knows it's not your fault. She knows how hard it is for a whore to control itself while being so close to dick and pussy," Markus chuckled and patted Harry's knee.

Harry blushed but looked up at him hopeful.

"But that doesn't mean you don't get punished for misbehaving,"

Harry whimpered and slumped in his seat. "But I didn't even touch her! I just reached for her, I didn't mean to, Markus, please!" he let out a little shout as Markus slapped his thigh.

"Shut up and let me finish," He said cross. "You have a choice to make. You either get a spanking from us both for as long as we please or you can get the paddle from us both for as long as we please but I will let you warm my cock with your mouth for 5 minutes after we're done," Markus smirked.

"You have a minute to decide, I'm going back to Florence. Come over when you've decided. Either you'll come without a paddle in your hand or you'll come with a paddle. Do you understand?" Markus asked.

Harry nodded as he sniffled. "Yes, Markus," he whispered quietly.

Markus stood up and left the room.

Harry pressed his hands against his eyes as he breathed quickly. Standing up, he paced back and forth as he deliberated over his options. "Fuck," he whispered before making his choice.

"Wise choice," Florence smirked and held out her hand for the paddle as Harry entered the room once more. "We considered doing a bet over what you'd choose but neither of us were willing to go for the option where you don't get any cock. We do know our little whore quite well after all," she chuckled.

Harry blushed hard as he stared at the floor.

Florence pointed the paddle towards the sturdy desk up against one of the walls. "Get into position, I get to go first,"

Harry made his way over to the desk and carefully bent over it, resting his chest on it. Licking his lips, he squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered as he waited. This was just what he needed after the day he had had.

[connorsslut17]

Night Off (Connor x f/reader)

Summary: You were enjoying your night off until that familiar android knocks on your door to ask you something...

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

***

You looked up from your book as you heard a loud knock at your door. You put the book down and glanced at the clock, the hands pointing to 10:47 pm. It’s a little late for someone to be showing up, you thought to yourself. You were just trying to enjoy your night off. You took one more sip of your red wine as the knocks came again, this time more urgent.

“I’m coming, Jesus.” You mumbled to yourself, standing up and walking over to the door. You peered through the peephole, seeing a familiar android standing outside. Your heart jumped, rather confused about why he was at your apartment, even more, confused as to how he knew where you lived. You ran your fingers through your hair quickly and glanced in the mirror to check your appearance, not that he would care, but you did it anyway. Unfortunately, you were only wearing sweatpants and a large t-shirt. Pushing the thought from your mind, you unlocked the door and swung it open.

“Good evening, Y/N.” He spoke softly, his mouth twisting into a subtle smile. He was wearing his usual android attire.

“Hey, Connor. What’s up?” You asked casually, pretending not to be at an utter loss for why he showed up at your place. “I found something rather alarming on Hank’s computer today, I didn’t know who else to talk to.” He looked down in thought, and you opened the door wider for him to come in.

“What do you mean?” You questioned as Connor entered your apartment. You closed the door behind him as he scanned the room, his blue LED blinking as he did so. You walked past him and sat down on the couch, beckoning for him to sit down as well.

“Well,” He began to say as he took a seat, “I was looking for some files on Hank’s computer, and I came across a video of two people… being intimate. I wasn’t sure exactly what they were doing-”

“You found Hank’s porn!” You laughed as you brought your hands up to your face to hide your reddening cheeks.

“Porn? That word doesn’t seem to be in my database.” Connor looked down, you assumed to scan his database again. You reached over and picked up your wine glass, downing the rest of it.

“Okay, well, do you know how humans reproduce?” You asked, realizing this was going to be really hard to explain.

“Yes, but that didn’t seem like they were reproducing.” Connor looked back up at you. You choked back another laugh as you pondered what kind of porn Hank had.

“So, humans tend to do stuff like that for fun, without the intent of making babies,” You hesitated, “because it… feels good.” You looked away as you tried to block out your memories of you touching yourself to the thought of Connor.

“Hm. Why would they film it? And why was Hank watching it?” His face was full of confusion.

“Jesus, Connor, for an android you sure don’t use Google very often do you?” You rubbed your face with your hands. The both of you sat in silence for a few seconds.

“Have you done that?” Connor asked abruptly. You almost choked on your own saliva.

“Wait, do you mean have I filmed porn, watched porn, or had sex?” You questioned.

“All of them, I suppose.”

“Um, no, yes, and yes.” You said quietly. You glanced over and saw his LED turn yellow for a brief second.

“Are you alright, Y/N? Your heart rate has increased rapidly.” He put a hand on your shoulder, causing you to tense up.

“No, I’m fine… Is it hot in here or am I insane?” You stood up, fanning yourself with your hands. Connor’s LED started blinking.

“Your apartment has been at a solid twenty degrees since I arrived.” He said, standing up. “You seem to be experiencing anxiety. Did my question make you uncomfortable?”

“No, I just need some water.” You power walked over to the kitchen. You poured some water into a glass and turned around, leaning on the counter behind you.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. To be honest, I came here because… I wanted to see you.” He looked down. Your heart jumped.

“What do you mean, you wanted?” You asked. He had never said anything like this before. Was he starting to deviate?

“I know I’m not supposed to want things, but I can’t stop thinking about you… I scanned myself multiple times for malfunctions or viruses, but there’s nothing.” He walked closer to you, a pleading look in his eye, almost as if he wanted you to tell him something was wrong with him.

“And when I saw that video- I felt this weird sensation in my chest and I immediately thought of you-” Before he could say another word, you walked up to him and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. You lingered for a moment, and then pulled away. Your eyes opened and you saw that his LED was now a solid yellow, not changing back to blue. He looked shocked. Your mind started racing, thinking that maybe he didn’t like it. Before you could process what was happening, his hands came up to the sides of your face, pulling your lips against his once again. You inhaled from shock, and your hands went to grab onto his shirt to pull him closer to you. His hands were slightly cold, but you weren’t surprised because he was an android after all. It struck you again that he was an android, and you pulled away.

“Are you sure you wanna do this? You’re technically a deviant now…” You smiled lightly, only half-joking. He brought his hands down to your waist, resting them there gently. You felt butterflies in your stomach as you stepped even closer to him, so your bodies were completely pressed against each other.

“Please… I want to know what it feels like.” Connor whispered, his lips lightly brushing over yours. Your cheeks heated up once again. You didn’t even feel like this was real.

“I’ll show you.”

Read the rest on my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30457698

[dccomicsimagines]

Stalker - Terry McGinnis x Reader

Trigger Warning - Stalker Behavior, Darker Themes

Requested by Anon - Can I request one where Terry finds out his s/o has a stalker?

***

You shivered, standing outside of school. It was a cool spring day. You wished you had worn your jacket, but the sun shining through your bedroom window this morning made you too optimistic about the weather. 

“Come on, Ter. Where are you?” you whispered, jumping up and down to warm up a little. The school bell rang. You sighed. “Late again.” You turned around to enter when a warm jacket suddenly wrapped around your shoulders. 

“I’m not late. Just almost late.” Terry chuckled in your ear. He kissed your cheek before moving ahead to open the door for you.

“For once.” You winked at him, sliding your arms into his jacket. “Come on, we’re going to be late for Literature.” 

Terry groaned, running a hand through his hair. “What’s the reading we had to do for today?” 

“The Yellow Wallpaper.” You sneaked a sniff of his jacket, enjoying his scent. Terry rubbed his eyes and missed it. “I’ll catch you up. We’re just supposed to be in discussion groups.” The two of you strolled down the hall, tempting fate as the final bell was about to ring. 

“Lucky I have you, babe. I think I’d have to drop out by now if I didn’t.” Terry wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, still snug in his jacket. 

“I doubt that. You’d just actually have to do your homework.” You caught his lips in a quick kiss before you both entered the classroom just as the bell rang.

***

You walked alone to the elementary school to pick up your younger siblings and Terry’s little brother, Matt. Terry’s mom and your parents paid you the big creds to babysit them every day after school. It was actually how you met Terry in the first place. 

Terry would usually try to walk with you until you met up with the kids, but today Mr. Wayne needed him earlier than normal. You pulled his jacket closer, only realizing now that you still had it. Oops. You shrugged, smiling to yourself when you got a whiff of Terry from the jacket. 

As you neared the elementary school, a shiver ran up your spine when you heard footsteps behind you. “Excuse me,” someone said from behind you. You turned, holding your bag tighter.

It was an older man, maybe mid-forties. He ran up to you. His hair was oily and his face was breaking out in hives. “Can I help you?” you asked. Something felt off about him. You took an involuntary step back when he stopped before you.

“You dropped this.” He held out keychain with a batman symbol on it. 

“Oh thank you.” You gasped, holding out your hand. He dropped it into your palm after a pause. “I can’t believe I lost it. It must have broke.”

He nodded, smiling as he stared at you. “You’re welcome.” 

You waited for him to leave, but he didn’t move. Just staring. Your stomach twisted, nerves on end. “Well, I better get going. Thanks again.” You turned and hurried away with your hand clenched around the keychain. Terry had given it to you. You usually had it on your bag. Once you turned the corner and were in front of the elementary school with a crowd of people, you opened your hand to check the keychain.

Your blood ran cold when you saw it wasn’t broken. How would it have fallen off if it didn’t break? You checked your bag, heart pounding when you saw your keychain was still attached.  Your thumb ran across the one in your hand, noting it didn’t have the scratches yours had. 

“Creepy.” You glanced over your shoulder, relieved that the man wasn’t in sight. Maybe it was a mistake? Maybe it wasn’t as creepy as you were thinking? You swallowed hard and tossed the keychain into the nearby garbage can. 

Matt and your siblings ran up to you, chattering away. You gathered them up and led them toward home. However, the entire way, you felt you were being watched.

***

“What’s wrong?” Terry frowned at you, noting how you clung to his arm as the two of you slowly stepped onto the tram. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” You let go of his arm, crossing your arms tightly. Terry led you over to a seat.

Terry sighed. He rolled his eyes. “You been like this all week. (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He sat down beside you. You scooted closer to him. 

You glanced around nervously. “I’m fine, Ter. I just want to get home.” 

“Okay.” Terry frowned and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “I just thought you wanted to spend time with me.” 

“I do.” You smiled at him. It wasn’t a real smile. Terry kissed your temple. “I’m not feeling all that great today. We can hang out at my house. My siblings are at my grandparents this weekend anyway.” 

“That would be great.” Terry felt you relax, closing your eyes as you laid your head against his shoulder. He pushed his worries aside. You probably weren’t feeling well like you said. It was probably nothing. He relaxed himself, keeping you close just in case. 

***

You stared at the keychain lying on your doorstep. Your blood ran cold with terror. It was the same batman keychain, brand new, matching the one on your bag. Your siblings were a few feet behind you as you had rushed ahead to quickly get into your house where you were safe. Clearly, it wasn’t safe anymore.

“Wow, a batman keychain,” Matt said, moving around you to pick it up. 

“Hey (Y/N), it matches yours,” your sibling said, giggling.

“Terry must have left it.” Matt made a face. “Gross.” 

“Yeah, he must have.” You painted a fake smile on your face and took the keychain from Matt. “Come on, let’s get inside. I’ll let you have whatever you want for a snack.”

The kids cheered and rushed inside once you unlocked the door. You hurried after and slammed the door shut, clicking the lock. The feeling of uneasiness didn’t leave you. 

***

“Terrance!” Bruce’s voice echoed through Terry’s ears. He jerked the batmobile into a climb to avoid crashing straight into a building. 

“Okay, okay. We’re fine.” Terry chuckled nervously, shaking his head. 

“If you crash it, you buy it.” Bruce growled. “Pay attention!”

Terry cleared his throat, turning to fly the batmobile for another lap of the city. He flew over your house and scanned the place. Everything was fine. However, the light in your room was still on. Terry glanced at the clock. It was two in the morning. “Bruce, I’m going to make a quick stop.”

“This is no time for social calls.” Bruce’s voice sharpened. 

“How about you keep an ear on the police scanner like you always do and let me know if I need to go anywhere?” Terry smirked when Bruce huffed and clicked off. “Got ya.” He flew out of the batmobile and glided toward your house. Terry balanced himself on the sill of your window.

You were in bed with the covers pulled over your head. Terry opened your window silently and stepped inside. “(Y/N).” You sat up suddenly and screamed at the sight of him. Terry’s eyes widened. He pulled off his mask. “Honey, it’s me. Hush.” 

You slapped a hand over your mouth, gasping for breath. The blood drained out of your face. Terry swore, shutting the window behind him and ducking into the closet as your family tore into the room. 

It took several long minutes for your family to leave. Terry waited, hoping Bruce didn’t catch how badly he scared you. He leaned against the wall of your closet. His mask twisted in his fist.

The closet door opened a few minutes after the room went quiet. “I’m sorry.” You hugged him, burying your face into his chest. “You scared me.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you.” Terry kissed the top of your head. “I saw your light was on, so I’d thought I would stop by.” 

You jerked away from him, blood draining out of your face. “No, no, no,” you whispered, running to the window and quickly shutting the curtains.

Terry rushed to your side. “Babe, what’s wrong?” He laid a hand on your shoulder. “Why are you so scared?” 

You looked at him, tears filling your eyes. Terry felt like he got punched in the gut. “I don’t want to talk about it. Please just hold me.” You hugged him so tight, he thought he might bruise.

“Okay, okay.” Terry hugged you back. He gently rocked you, still confused and concerned. Part of him wanted to demand you to explain, but seeing how upset you were, he couldn’t do it. So he let it go and held you until you fell asleep.

Terry gently tucked you into bed and turned off your light. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before slipping out the window, making sure to shut it securely behind him. “Bruce, you there?” 

“Are you ready to get back to work?” Bruce’s tone edged toward scolding. Terry rolled his eyes.

“I am.” He wanted to talk about your strange behavior, but he stopped himself. Bruce doesn’t know anything about relationships anyway. He’d be no help. Terry rocketed into the sky to catch the batmobile as it went by on autopilot. 

***

“Terry!” Max ran through the hall, bumping people out of the way to reach him. Terry turned to look at her, alarmed. “Come quick!”

“Where?” Terry grunted when Max grabbed his sore arm and tugged him down the hall. Max was leading him toward the school’s office. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s (Y/N). We were outside for gym class and they collapsed.” Max panted. It was only at that moment that Terry realized Max was in her gym clothes. Bruce was right, his detective skills really did need work. 

His blood ran cold. “Collapsed? Are they okay?!” Max led him into the nurse’s office. Terry ran ahead and opened a curtain to find you shaking, gasping for breath as you curled up into a ball on the bed. The school nurse seemed lost. “(Y/N), sweetheart, I’m here.” Terry sank down beside the bed, wrapping his arms around you. 

You looked at him, pupils dilated, eyes wide. “I...I...can...can’t breathe.” Tears ran down your cheeks.

“(Y/N), you need to calm down. Breathe with me.” He took a slow deep breath, looking you in the eye as he rubbed your back. You struggled at first, but eventually you slowed your breathing down with his. Terry could feel your heart calming down.

The school nurse said something about getting you some water and a snack, leaving you, Terry, and Max alone. “I’m sorry,” you said, leaning over to bury your face into Terry’s shoulder.

Terry shared a look with Max. “Okay, (Y/N). Something is clearly wrong. You got to tell us and don’t say it’s nothing,” Max began, sitting on foot of the bed. You pulled away from Terry, sniffling and grabbing a tissue from the box nearby. Terry took your hand, squeezing it gently. 

“Okay, alright.” You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath. “I think I have a stalker.”

Terry’s stomach dropped as ice cold horror washed over him. “What?!” You flinched at his tone. Max glared at him, poking him.

“Calm down, Ter. Let (Y/N) explain.” Max turned back to you. “Why do you think you have a stalker?” 

The nurse came back with water and a packet of crackers. She smiled when she saw you were calm. “Eat and drink, we’ll see how you feel. Terry and Max, you can stay with (Y/N). I’ll let your teachers know.” You took a sip of water once the nurse left again.

“Slag it. (Y/N), tell us what happened.” Terry’s hands shook. You looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“Okay. It started a month ago...”

“A month? This has been going on for a month?!” Terry got to his feet. The terror going straight to his head. 

“Terry, sit down and shut up.” Max punched his arm. Terry flinched before forcing himself to sit on the edge of the bed. 

You blinked back tears. “I...It started when I was walking to the elementary school to pick up the kids. You weren’t with me, Ter. Mr. Wayne needed you that day. I felt like someone was watching me and then someone ran up behind me. It was an older man. He handed me a batman keychain like the one you gave me, Ter, and I thought it was mine. I thanked him, but he just stared at me.” You shivered. Terry wrapped his arm around you, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. “It creeped me out, so I left. It was then I realized that the keychain wasn’t mine. It was brand new and my keychain was still on my bag.” 

Max and Terry tensed. “That is creepy,” Max whispered, reaching out to pat your hand. 

“I threw it away, but I felt like I’ve been watched ever since.” You swallowed hard. Rogue tears slipped down your cheeks. Terry wiped them away with his thumb. “More keychains keep popping up wherever I go. There was even one on my front doorstep. I’m so scared all the time. That’s why I screamed when you visited me last night, Ter. I thought someone was breaking in to get me.” Your entire body trembled. “Even during gym class, there was one in my spot on the bench. That’s why I freaked out.” 

“Why did you not tell me?” Terry soothed, pushing down his anger and terror. It wouldn’t help you. 

“I didn’t want you to worry. Besides, I was hoping it was nothing, but it’s not. It can’t be.” You burst into tears again. Terry pulled you into his chest, sharing another look with Max. 

“I’ll go see if I can find the keychain outside,” Max whispered to Terry. She slipped out of the room.  

Terry sighed. “You’ll be fine, (Y/N). I’ll protect you. Whoever this is, they won’t get you.” 

You grabbed at his jacket tightly. “Okay.” You sniffled. “Do you think they’ll let me go home? I just want to be home now, Ter.” 

“I’ll go ask if I can take you home.” He pulled away from you. “Just relax.” You settled down on the bed, drinking the water the nurse brought you. 

Terry clenched his hands into fists. His heart burned at the thought you were in danger and he didn’t even notice. Something bad could have happened because he didn’t get the answer to your strange behavior before. He swallowed hard, going to the school nurse to talk about being able to take you home. Hopefully, Max will find that keychain for him before he left. It was time for him to use his detective skills. You needed him to.

***

“What are you doing?” Bruce asked, walking over to Terry as Terry stared at the batcomputer. Terry was running scans on the keychain Max had recovered from the school. He hated to leave you, but Max was with you, helping you watch your siblings and Matt while also keeping you safe. 

“(Y/N) has a stalker.” Terry slammed his fist against the computer when the keychain came up with nothing. “Slag it!” 

Bruce raised an eyebrow. Ace barked at him in warning. Terry forced himself to relax, rubbing his chin to think. “What do we know?” Bruce’s tone became more serious. Terry looked up to find Bruce studying the results. 

“This is a dead end. The guy didn’t leave anything on the keychain and (Y/N) didn’t keep the others.” Terry sighed. He ran a hand over his face. “There’s got to be a way to catch this dreg before he does something to (Y/N). (Y/N)’s already scared out of their mind.” 

Bruce huffed. “You need to think less directly, McGinnis.” He gestured for Terry to get out of the chair. Terry stood up, sighing as Bruce took the seat and started working on the batcomputer. “Do you know where these keychains are sold?” 

“I bought (Y/N)’s at the mall. There was a kiosk selling all these retro keychains.” Terry blinked. “Do you think we could hack into the mall’s security footage and see who was buying them?” 

Bruce’s mouth twitched into almost a smirk. “Yes.”

“(Y/N) gave me this.” Terry pressed a button to bring up your description of the man you first encountered. “This is the man who gave them the keychain the first time.” 

“Interesting.” Bruce hacked into the security and brought up footage of the kiosk. “What day did (Y/N) have the first encounter?” 

Terry rubbed his chin. “About a month ago.” He shook his head. “I’m such a dreg for not noticing sooner. They are so scared.” 

“Focus, Terrence.” Bruce frowned as the security footage fast forwarded until it stopped when it caught a person buying several batman keychains all at once. “It looks like we found our person.” 

“Wait.” Terry leaned forward to study the person. “Oh my god, I know them. They go to our school, but (Y/N) was approached by an old man with the first keychain?” 

Bruce hummed. “They probably paid the man to deliver it.” The computer popped up with the person’s school record. “Their name is Tay Diabolos. Seems like they have a shaky school attendance record and their grades are worse than yours.” 

“Geez, thanks.” Terry frowned. “But (Y/N) hasn’t had any interaction with them as far as I know. They would have told me if they were being weird.” 

“Sometimes that doesn’t matter.” Bruce brought up Tay’s address. “Go to their home, see what you can find. Don’t engage them. We’ll need to do this carefully.” Bruce glared at Terry. Terry just blushed. “I will run more tests on this keychain. My gut is telling me there is something we’re missing.”

“Mine too.” Terry patted Ace’s head before running off to get on his suit. Bruce watched him go. Ace barked, butting his head against Bruce’s leg. 

“I know. He’s probably going to make a mess of it.” Bruce scratched Ace’s ear and turned to examine the keychain in ways Terry didn’t even think of.

***

Terry turned on his optical camouflage as he neared the run-down part of Neo-Gotham. He swallowed hard, pushing aside his fear for you. Max already called him to reassure him you were fine, but his stomach was twisted in knots.

He landed on the roof of an old house that must have been built around the time Bruce was young. A smirk pulled at Terry’s lips as he thought that it was probably over a hundred years old. 

“Are you at the address yet?” Bruce’s voice suddenly filled his ear. Terry jumped, thankful Bruce wasn’t able to read minds. 

“Just arrived.” Terry climbed down and opened the second story window. “I got nothing on my heat scans, so no one is home.” 

Bruce grunted. “I told you not to rely on that too much. There are ways to cheat the scan.” 

“It’s fine.” Terry looked around the empty room he entered. He went over the door and opened it. The hallway was dirty, covered in beer cans and stains. “Looks like a party house of some sort.” 

“I found a micro tracer on the keychain. It’s cheap, only a range of two miles if even.” Bruce hummed. “He was attempting to track (Y/N). Are you sure (Y/N) never kept the keychains?”

“Yeah, they threw them away because it freaked them out. The only one still around is the one we have.” Terry’s eyes widened. “Wait, did you deactivate the tracer?”

Bruce snorted. “Of course.” Terry moved deeper into the house, following the light that peeked under one of the doors. “Remember do not engage, McGinnis. This is recon only.”

Terry didn’t respond as he peeked into the room. His heart spasmed in terror when his eyes fell onto a wall covered in pictures of you. A few were your school photos, but most were taken without your knowledge. Terry touched one that was you walking home with your siblings. “Are you seeing this?”

“This has been going on longer than we thought.” Bruce sighed deeply. 

“Oh no, no, no.” Terry’s blood ran cold when he saw strands of your hair pinned to the wall. “The dreg has (Y/N)’s hair.” His hand clenched into a fist, rage pounded into his chest. 

“Terrance, calm down. Remember this is recon.” Bruce’s voice was so calm. Terry wanted to snap back at him, but snapping at Bruce never did any good. “Is there any sign of plans?”

Terry shook his head, clearing the red rage from his vision. He let out a slow breath. “No, this looks more like a shrine to (Y/N).” Terry knelt down to access the computer on the floor next to the shrine. One tap, and he gave Bruce remote access. 

“It looks like they ordered flowers for (Y/N) tomorrow.” Bruce’s rapid typing filled Terry’s ears. Terry felt sick to his stomach. 

“That’s it. I got to go be with (Y/N). This freak is going to do something.” Terry got to his feet. He froze when he heard a door open downstairs. “Slag it. Someone’s home now.” 

“Get out of there. I’ll search the computer some more.” Bruce clicked off. Terry shivered, eyeing the shrine of you one more time before slipping out of the window and rocketing into the sky. 

***

“Terry, are you sure? Doesn’t Mr. Wayne need you today?” You asked, wrapping a blanket around yourself as you curled up on your couch in your living room. The window curtains were all tightly closed.

“No, he doesn’t, and my mom called the school to get me off today too.” Terry sat down next to you, pulling you into his arms. “I’m here to stay.” 

You had stayed home from school once you explained to your parents what was happening. They called the police, but of course, they couldn’t do anything since Tay hadn’t actually done anything. Terry could see the trembling of your hands, how the color drained from your face. This was making you sick.

“Thanks Ter.” You relaxed into him. “I hate this. Why did this person have to do this to me?” 

“They’re sick.” Terry bit his lips. “(Y/N), do you know someone named Tay Diabolos?”

You blinked. “Yeah, they go to our school. I had science with them before they got kicked out for mixing cleaners and almost killing the class with the fumes.” You looked up at Terry curiously. “Don’t you remember? I had to go to the hospital with Blade and Zip. We got the worst of it.” 

Terry’s eyes widened. “Wait, isn’t that when I got you the keychain? I picked you up from the hospital and took you to the mall where we got it from...that’s it!” Terry got to his feet suddenly. Your eyes widened at the sight. 

“What’s it?” You bit your lip.

“The connection. I was trying to think why. I couldn’t remember why Tay would start doing this.” Terry sank down to kneel on the floor beside you. “That must have been the event to start their obsession.” 

“Obsession?” Terry could see the terror wash over you. Right, he didn’t tell you about the shrine he found.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it.” Terry took your hand. “I’ll handle it, okay?”

“Okay.” You gave Terry a weak smile as you squeezed his hand. “Just be careful.”

“Always.” Terry leaned forward to kiss your lips sweetly. For the first time in a long time, you seem relieved.

***

“I think I should fly down there and scare them away from (Y/N),” Terry said as he paced the cave. Bruce and Ace sat by the batcomputer, watching him. 

“Ter, you know that will cause more problems. How does Batman know Tay is stalking a classmate? Why is Batman involving himself in a stalker case?,” Max said, eyeing the huge cave around her. It took a long time, but Bruce finally let her into the cave. She wandered over to look at the old costumes display. Bruce eyed her with slight disapproval.

“True.” Bruce stuck his cane out and tapped Terry’s leg. 

Terry stopped pacing, crossing his arms. “I was thinking I would confront him as myself.” 

“No. That will just make things worse.” Max snapped and turned to look at Terry with wide eyes. “Clearly, Tay was triggered by seeing you with (Y/N). That’s the reason for the keychains. They must have seen you buy one for (Y/N).” 

“Then what am I supposed to do?! This is killing (Y/N)! I’m sick and tired of seeing them scared out of their mind!” Terry threw his hands up in the air. Ace barked at him, nervous from his outburst. 

“Calm down, McGinnis,” Bruce said sternly, turning around in his chair to study the computer. “We need to go through normal channels. I’ve spoke to Barbara Gordon, she says she can help (Y/N) get a restraining order, but we need evidence first.” 

“Aren’t the keychains enough?” Max asked, coming to Bruce’s side to watch the security footage of your house. They had installed it just in case. 

Bruce shook his head. “No, (Y/N) threw most of them away. Besides, there is no evidence that Tay gave them the keychains. They covered their tracks well.” 

A groan came from Terry as he pulled at his hair. His phone beeped. He picked up the phone once he saw it was you. The sound of your tears met his ear, his blood turned to ice water.

“Terry, there’s a message on our machine,” you whispered. Your voice breaking with a sob. “It’s from Tay. He said he left a present for me outside...”

“It’s okay. Just have everyone stay inside.” Terry ran over to the batcomputer, having to focus to keep his voice calm and even. Max and Bruce watched in concern when Terry had the batcomputer zoom in on the footage of your front step to show another batman keychain lying there. 

“Oh my god.” Max gasped. “But we were watching the whole time.” 

Bruce hummed, a scowl on his face. He reached over to pet Ace, who was getting jumpy from the energy of the room. “Terry, I can’t live like this anymore,” you said.

“Hush. I’ll take care of it. I swear.” Terry’s heart was ready to pound out of his chest. He wanted to fly over to Tay’s house and beat the life out of him. “Just stay inside. Leave the keychain where it’s at. I’ll be there soon.” 

“Okay.” You hung up the phone, but not before Terry heard a full out sob burst out of you. 

“I think I have an idea.” Bruce got to his feet and walked over to the workbench to get his pill bottle. Terry stared at his phone, lost in his own tortured imagination. “We need to get Tay off the streets, and the best way to do that is to catch them for another crime.”

“Another crime?” Max put her hands on her hips. “But isn’t harassing (Y/N) enough?” 

Bruce grunted. “No. Harassment is messy. It rarely sticks unless you have hard evidence which we don’t have.” Bruce leaned on his cane as he picked up his pills and swallowed them dry. 

Terry stuck his phone back in his pocket. “You have a plan I assume?” He ran over to the changing area to switch into his suit.

“I do. From what I seen in the vid from your search of Tay’s home, I saw evidence of slappers.” Bruce walked back to the batcomputer and sat down. 

“Oh, so we get Tay for drug possession, which should get them away from (Y/N).” Max grinned. “Sway idea, Mr. Wayne.” 

“Yeah, sway.” Terry ran out of the changing area in full Batman mode. He hopped into the batmobile. “Keep me updated on what I need to do, but I have to check on (Y/N) first.”  The batmobile zoomed off. 

***

After Terry made sure your house was secure and you were calmed down, he followed Bruce’s lead to Tay’s house once again. “What’s your plan?”

“Find evidence of slappers in Tay’s house, make probable cause for the police to enter,” Bruce said firmly. “If we can get Tay on drug possession charges, they can get off the streets and get the help they need.”

“And (Y/N) will finally feel safe again.” Terry rocketed out of the batmobile and landed on the roof of the house next door. “There’s a party going on.” Tay’s house was raging, filling with people drinking, laughing, dancing. Loud music boomed out of the opened windows. 

“This might be to our advantage. The noise alone will be probable cause.” Bruce hummed. “But we need to make sure the police find the slapper evidence and connect it to Tay.” 

Terry grunted, turning on his optical camouflage and glided toward the house. He slipped through the open window, avoid the people in the room as he slipped through the open door to the hallway. It took him a full minute to get into the room where the shrine was since a couple was making out against it. They finally moved and Terry slipped inside. 

Tay was in the room, luckily facing away from the door and didn’t see it seemly open on it’s own. It took every ounce of will for Terry not to rip into them when he saw them adding another photo to the shrine. He paled when it was a photo of your bedroom window, showing you hugging Terry with Terry still clearly in his batsuit. 

“Damn,” Terry whispered under his breath. Suddenly, a smirk pulled at his lips. He turned off his camouflage. 

“Terry, what are you doing?” Bruce asked sharply. 

“Tay Diabolos.” A wave of satisfaction washed over Terry when Tay jerked, turning around in surprise. “I need to have a word with you.” 

Tay laughed. “You think I’m scared, Terry McGinnis.” Tay pulled out a gun, aiming it at Terry’s chest. “You aren’t good enough for (Y/N).”

“You think I’m Terry McGinnis?” Terry laughed darkly. “You aren’t very smart, but then again, you wouldn’t be if you can’t notice what you’re doing to (Y/N) is criminal.” 

“Don’t mock me!” Tay fired the gun. Terry easily dodged by stepping aside.

“Careful of the civilians around you, Terry. I’ll make an anonymous call to the police,” Bruce said. The slight approval in Bruce’s voice made Terry’s heart soar. 

Terry shot out a batarang and knocked the gun from Tay’s hand. “Leave (Y/N) alone.” He marched forward, picking Tay up by the front of their shirt. “If I ever see you even look at them again, I’ll pound you into the pavement. The police would have to take a DNA test to identify your body.” 

“You won’t stop me.” Tay spit in Terry’s face. Terry held back a flinch. “I’ll be with (Y/N). I love them more than you ever could, McGinnis.” 

Terry grunted and dropped Tay only to throw a quick jab at their jaw. Tay dropped like a pile of bricks. 

“Well, you certainly made a mess now.” Bruce’s voice filled Terry’s ears. 

“We’ll figure it out. The suit can still be on autopilot mode, right?” Terry took the photo of himself and you and slipped it into his pocket.

Bruce hummed. “Yes, but you’ll need to move fast. The police are incoming.”

Terry grunted, climbing out the window of the room and flying through the air toward your house.

***

“I’m telling you the truth! Terry McGinnis is Batman!” Tay shouted, fighting against the restraints as the cops tried to put him into the car. Barbara put her hands in her pockets and glanced back at Batman who stood a few feet away.

“Right.” Another car pulled up and Terry exited. Barbara smiled. “And how is it he can be in two places at once?”

The blood drained out of Tay’s face as they looked between Terry and Batman. “It’s a trick! He planned this! I’ll get (Y/N) away from you! I swear it!” 

“Enough.” The cops pushed Tay into the car and slammed the door to lock him inside. 

Barbara patted Terry’s shoulder as Batman suddenly rocketed off into the sky into the waiting batmobile. “Tay won’t be bothering (Y/N) anytime soon. We have enough evidence to keep him in juvie for quite some time.” 

“And the evidence for the restraining order?” Terry asked, biting his lip to keep from smirking in delight. The cops drove Tay away. Their shouts could still be heard through the vehicle. 

“Being processed. We’ll hand it over to (Y/N)’s lawyer in the morning.” Barbara sighed. “I’ll let you deliver the news to (Y/N).” 

“Thanks.” Terry hopped back into the car and drove back to your place. 

“So it worked?” Bruce asked through the comlink in Terry’s ear. “And slow down, that’s my car you’re driving.” 

Terry laughed. “It worked. Tay looked crazy.” He bit his lip, slowing down a bit. “Did the suit get back to the cave alright?”

“Yes, it just arrived with the batmobile. I’ll shut down autopilot mode.” Bruce hummed. “I assume you’re going to (Y/N)’s.”

“Of course.” Terry’s foot hit the gas again. “I’ll check in tomorrow.”

Bruce grunted. “Right.” He hung up bluntly as he always did. Terry shook his head, unable to keep the grin off his face. 

***

You shivered, pulling your jacket tighter around you. Taking a step outside your front door, you sighed in relief when you weren’t frozen from anxiety. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Terry said, running up the steps to you. You laughed and jumped into his arms. 

“Hey yourself.” Terry spun you around. You screamed when he almost toppled down the stairs. “Are you ready for the club?”

“I am.” Your face hurt from how much you were smiling. “I want to dance the night away.” 

Terry ran down the stairs with you still in his arms. “Sway, because I’m ready to dance with you all night too.” 

“Put me down.” You patted his shoulders. Terry set you down, keeping his arm around your waist. You kissed his cheek as you both started down the street. “And thank you.”

“For what?” Terry smirked at you. His hand squeezed your hip. 

You looked into his eyes. “Oh, you know.” The words didn’t dare leave your lips, keeping the fear at bay.

Terry smiled before kissing you passionately on the lips. You melted into him, content and safe in his arms.

[cloudytamaki]

hq » dumbass things

warnings: crack, dumbass topics (choking etc), swearing 😺✨ author’s notes: sorry if i didn’t get many characters / all of them,, i’m new to watching/reading + this is my first time writing haikyuu!

bokuto • you were choking on water, and guess what this dumbass does? he panics and yells your name, jumping up quickly as he slaps his hand down hard on your back. sir?? are we trying to give y/n a mcfucking back issue?

sugawara • found a puppy in the backyard at 12 am and brought it inside. i’m currently wondering if he needs glasses or a slap on the back, because it was obviously a coyote. you kept telling him and told him not to bring it inside, but he was in his mom mode and brought the ‘homeless shepherd mix’ inside anyway.

tsukishima • so you got up early in the morning and absolutely lost it when tsukki got up without pants on. this man was wearing his mom’s birthday gift from last year – boxers with chibi dinosaurs on them. when you pointed them out, he got redder than the dinos on the fabric.

asahi • you asked him to watch a horror movie with you. this was a very bad idea since you chose saw. he actually jumped into your lap a few times, and on a particularly gory part, he gasped and suddenly went silent. he actually fainted.

oikawa • you did the tiktok shower prank on him since he was singing at the top of his lungs. you jumped in, fully clothed, expecting a funny ass reaction. what you didn’t expect was him screaming, pulling down the shower curtain, slipping and falling, butt ass naked. he got shampoo in his eyes and landed hard on his wrist. you had to help this man up and rinse him down, then dry him after.

yamaguchi • you were at a gas station, buying slushies and random snacks for the car. you paid and walked out of the store, getting into the car. you thought he was behind you... he wasn’t. he actually got into an unlocked car; you dragged him out before the person could come back and call the cops.

kuroo • you have a pair of crocs that you wear all around the house, and you usually keep the strap up. but when you slid them on, you didn’t notice that the strap was down, and you were in the hallway trying to yank your feet out of the crocs when kuroo came in and scared you, causing you to fall right on your ass. he started laughing like a hyena and didn’t help you fix them.

goshiki • you were giving him a haircut since he insisted. i don’t even know how this happened but your dog came running in and started barking because of the mailman. and guess what?? goshiki jumped and there was some screaming – then suddenly you realized you had chopped a lock of his hair off. cue intense fright when he looks in the mirror. never again.

iwaizumi • you were cuddling in bed, fully asleep when suddenly he had a nightmare. his foot slammed into your shins and you let go of him, screaming. he shot up, his eyes crazed and his hair wild when he saw you on the floor. he helped you up and was so confused when you scooted to the other side of the bed.

kageyama • he... i don’t know how to explain this but he managed to get his foot stuck in the door. literally not joking. he managed to get his foot stuck in the door and called you for help, you grabbed him and pulled him hard but it didn’t work until you unscrewed the door.

daichi • he was eating lunch with you; he ordered a dish and he forgot to tell the waiter to hold the spice. so, when he started eating, he started coughing loudly. his entire face was red and no amount of water could fix it. guess who’s never going back there.

hinata • you know the funny my-child-is-at-the-register joke? you always laughed at it until it happened to you. you went to the bathroom and when you came back out, you couldn’t find hinata. he was gone... or so you thought; your name was blasted throughout the store on the loudspeakers. when you came over there he looked like he was about to piss himself.

lev • you were at the beach, slowly stepping into the water to have some fun. then your 6′5 boyfriend comes running in the water and slips on the sand, doing a wonderful face plant. and when he slipped, mud and water sprayed all over your nice new bathing suit. 

kenma • this man... you were at ikea looking at some new beds and wallpapers for your rooms, kenma was looking for a gaming desk. you told him you were gonna look at another theme and he nodded and sat down on a nearby couch. then you walked back over and saw him slumped on the couch, passed out. you had to shake his ass awake because there were angry staff people behind you.

tendou • he was making a scene about how he stuffed 12 pieces of gum in his mouth and was dancing to the store music when he started choking on his bubblegum. people literally passed by the aisle you were in with disgusted looks as you gave him the heimlich. don’t even ask me how, but he managed to get it stuck in his hair.

akaashi • you were going ice skating. kind of a classy activity, so you thought he’d be great at it. well... he kind of was; he didn’t fall, but he accidentally slid into the wall/railing thing a few times.

atsumu • begged you to go out with him to a new pizza restaurant and said he’d pay for everything. you reluctantly agreed, and you had the best pie of your life. and the $40 receipt comes, and you realize this man. left. his wallet. at home.

osamu • he mopped the floor and went outside, then came back inside, expecting the floor to be dry. well, it wasn’t, so when he walked on it, there were some nasty ass footprints. he actually blamed it on you uhm...

sakusa • someone recognized him in public and shook his hand because they were a big fan. the man went into convulsions when the person’s skin made contact with his.

terushima • he keeps acting like his tongue piercing is something to brag about. it definitely isn’t when he gets it stuck in some food and asks you to help him take it out.

suna • so... you were unaware he was taking a nap in the other room, and you were shaking your ass to some cardi b songs. and you thought the door was locked, and he caught you right in the middle of a split. your muscles popped when he threw open the door asking you to turn the volume the fuck down.

ushijima • you were cleaning the fish tank with him and you offered to carry the 10 gallon tank back to where it was after you washed it. he kept denying you and lifted it up to prove his point. when he was walking with it, he dropped it. 

yamamoto • kept talking about having guts and being manly, so you decided to test his resolve by dragging him to an actually haunted house. he did a very good job of disguising his surprise, but he just squeezed your hand tighter. you were nearing the exit when a big ass hairy spider dropped right in front of his face. man jumped back and shrieked like the little girl you saw earlier. he was so embarrassed when you brought it up.

nishinoya • you invited him horseback riding, and he happily agreed. well, you warm up to the horse before swinging yourself onto its back. he somehow botched both of those – the horse bit him and ran off when he got on. that pretty much ruined his perception of horses.

tanaka • he was going out in public and was completely oblivious to his own smell. goddamn, it smelled like baked beans fermenting in a sewer. he was acting all cool and didn’t even notice people covering their noses. when he got home with a bouquet of marigolds, you didn’t know what smelled worse, the flowers or him.