#that’s why he keeps fondly staring at him and taking his hand at every available opportunity

[regalfish]

okay so what if i wrote a persuasion inspired fix it for a post-series reunion between aziraphale and crowley

[thru-the-grapevine]

Movie Night

Pairing: Cho Seungyoun x reader

Summary: You thought this was just a friend hangout….but is it? Are you missing something?

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags: fluff, humor, idiots to lovers in a big way, reader is truly head emptiest

Author’s Note: I think fondly of this man every single day (real) and it was about time I wrote something for him

You must be dreaming. You have to be. That’s the only explanation that makes sense.

Granted, seeing a movie with your friend, Seungyoun, feels a little bit like a dream to begin with. Mostly because no one else in your friend group can go, so it’s just the two of you, and you’ve been realizing with mounting horror that you may actually have a massive crush on him. And also a little bit because this is the second movie you’re seeing alone with him this week. He’s painfully behind on new releases, he says.

You don’t mind being the only friend available to go with him, even if for secret, self-indulgent reasons. You don’t even have real interest in the movie, either. The entire allure of it is him. If you fall prey to the daydream that you’re a real couple when he orders popcorn to share, that’s your business alone, not his. And if it’s only made worse when he moves the armrest between your seats out of the way, so you can sit closer, no one has to yearn over it but you.

And boy, do you ever yearn. You’re certain you’re feeling enough wonderful agony to yearn enough for two people combined.

He insists you both finish the popcorn afterwards on a walk along the river. The fading light of sundown and the warm, pleasant breeze make everything feel even more dreamlike. You love watching Seungyoun people-watch, love listening to him chat about various and sundry things that come to mind, love that he laughs at your attempts at humor as though he’s enjoying your company. You just like him. You like him a lot, even if you won’t risk ruining the friendship to let him know it. And knowing he enjoys your company feels like a dream to you, too.

But this. This is what’s convinced you it can’t possibly be real life. This, the fact that Seungyoun just took the empty popcorn container from you, tossed it in a nearby bin, and then casually reached down and took your hand. Like he does this every day, like it doesn’t change a thing. You stare down at your joined hands, blinking, thoughts going a mile a minute. A dream. You must be dreaming.

It will hurt worse to wake up if you don’t put things to rights again. You bite your lip.

“Um…Seungyoun.”

Seungyoun turns his head from the river and looks at you. A little smile is hiding in the corners of his mouth. “Hm?”

How do I even set this right, you wonder. “So….this is probably a stupid question, so just, like, keep that in mind.”

That hidden smile curls properly on his lips, his eyes crinkling playfully. “I’m listening.”

He’s listening, great, now how to ask him. “I’m just wondering, I—are w….”

Rip the bandaid off, pal. “Is this a date?”

Seungyoun freezes in his tracks.

You halt, too, stomach dropping with panic. “Ah. Oh no. Okay. Um, please forget that I, uh, said that, I—”

“Yes?”

You stop talking and stare at him.

He looks absolutely flabbergasted at the question. As though it shouldn’t even be a question. “Yes, I…yes? What do you m—why wouldn’t….yes??”

You blink at him several times. Holy…shit.

“Oh,” you finally say.

A slow, incredulous smile grows over his face. He laughs once, a shocked noise.

“I…I told you that you were cute and then asked you to see a movie with me. Twice. In the same week.”

He says this like it’s rock-solid evidence. You blink in confusion. “I…yes, but you’ve told me the cute thing before and left it at that…? And we’ve seen movies together before, just us two.”

Seungyoun bursts into more laughter. “Yeah…those were dates too.”

You gape at him.

He eventually regains his composure, a few stray giggles escaping here and there. There are dimples in his cheeks from his wide smile. “I thought…I figured you just wanted to take it slow….so this is the first time I’ve tried holding your hand.”

He squeezes your hand for emphasis.

Holy god….maybe this isn’t a dream, after all. Maybe you’re just….dumb.

“I…” Your face is on fire. “I’m…I think I must be an idiot. I’m so sorry…”

His grin turns wry. “Tragically for me, I think I’m kinda into that.”

You’re still blinking in shock. “I…well, you are…in luck, because I am just…hah. Oh, my god…”

It suddenly occurs to you again. “This is a date.”

Seungyoun nods, watching you in amusement. “Yeah.”

“Oh my god, this is a date.”

“It sure is.”

Panic ripples through you. “I’m not dressed for a date, like, at all! Oh my god, I’m not nervous enough for a date!”

“Don’t be nervous, what?” Seungyoun laughs, disbelieving. “We’ve done this, like, four times now, there’s no use…?”

“Holy shit,” you mutter to yourself. You shake your head slowly, smile slowly growing.

It occurs to you again. “Wait. With me?”

Seungyoun snorts. “Yes?”

Your entire face lights up. “You’re on a date with me?”

Seungyoun starts laughing again, but you can’t stop grinning. Holy shit. That must mean….he likes you. Seungyoun likes you. He likes you back.

When he finally regains composure again, he squeezes your hand. “So, uh, this is okay, then, right?”

You blink at him, incredulous. “Holding my hand?”

“Yeah.”

You scoff, grinning like a fool. “Holding my hand? Is holding my hand okay? Seungyoun, you could—”

You lean over on your tiptoes and kiss him full on the mouth.

Seungyoun freezes again.

Ah, fuck. You lean back, looking at him nervously. His eyes are wide.

Fuck. Your stomach drops again. “Ah. Oh no. Okay. Uhm, sorry, I should have asked if—”

Seungyoun leans in and presses his mouth to yours, gentle and warm.

Oh god, he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you. Several of your braincells die a happy death at the feeling of his lips on yours.

When he leans back, you blink your eyes open and look at him in a daze. His eyes look hazy, too, gaze flickering back to your mouth.

You both lean in at the same time and do it again. It’s better this time, so much better, and you think you might end up addicted to his mouth, if that’s even a thing—

Someone whistles nearby, and you lean back and bury your face against his shoulder, ears burning in mortification. Seungyoun laughs once, breathless, and eventually his hand squeezes yours again.

“I’ll…make a note of that.”

Your voice is muffled in his shoulder. “Make a note of what?”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “That I’m allowed to do that. Kiss you.”

Ah. You gulp, hiding in his shoulder a moment longer before taking a deep breath and leaning back, continuing to walk with him like nothing happened.

“Good. Um. Good.”

You’re still not fully convinced this isn’t a dream. But god, you hope it isn’t. Or you hope you never wake up.

Admin Ellie’s Masterlist

[sagau-my-beloved]

What if during one of venti’s reruns the reader is spending dozens of wishes to try and get him, and venti wants more than anything to come home to his creator, but has to grapple with the highest power of them all- the gacha system. After losing the 50/50 to qiqi on the player’s 4th ten pull, he’d probably start trying to sabotage the draws by causing problems in teyvat, distracting the other characters so he’s the only available character and therefore has to be chosen (creator can’t pull any other characters if they’re not there to be pulled, right?). Venti will have a lot of explaining to do when he finally comes home.

Also can I be 🫧 anon pls?

This seems fitting considering his now confirmed banner coming up, also of course!

"Oh my god not again."

You wanted to throw your phone, the insatiable urge to destroy what was causing you so much grief was only stifled by your frankly incredible amount of self control.

This would make the third time you've lost to Qiqi on a 50/50, and that previously mentioned self-control was wearing rather thin.

Your luck was never particularly good, but come on, this was frankly getting ridiculous.

You let out a soft sigh, taking one more brief glance at the banner header to see Venti's joyful expression looking back, the exact opposite of what you were currently feeling.

Maybe a break was an order.

Sure, you had a few more pulls up your sleeve, but you were running low on primos and perhaps the passage of time would somehow manage to soften this obvious favoritism the game seemed to have towards paying players.

You looked at the banner with a forlorn expression for a second longer before logging out and shutting off your device, promising yourself to do something more productive with the next hour.

Venti, similar to you, was far from happy.

Really it was completely out of his hands, if his universe would allow him to be reunited with you, and so far the answer to that seemed to be a resounding no.

This was the second time you had attempted to reunite the two of you. He remembered watching the golden glow of falling stars fondly the first time, eyes shinning with hope and wonder, later to be replaced with sorrow when his spot was taken, stolen right out from under him.

He didn't understand why it took you this long to try again, pouting and looking desperately at the sky every night with the small hope that he would once again see that same glow of falling stars.

It became ritualistic in a way, downing a glass and humming a song, staring up at the stars for a while, trying to forcibly will them to behave.

He could feel his heart beating right out of his chest when he did see it again, hope bubbling up in its place, only to once again be dissolved into nothingness when the glow didn't quite reach him, passed right over him in the direction of Liyue.

Was this your will? Or was the universe simply destined to keep the two of you apart-

He wouldn't stand for the latter. Universe be damned, if it was him you wanted then it is him you shall have.

When the light grew dark he was still there, that was simply the way it was, you would try again, right?

How long would it take you this time...

'It isn't fair', rang out in his head, similar thoughts bouncing around.

Was there not anything he could do?

A few thoughts came to him in that moment, most simply the irrational product of frustration, but one rang out amongst the rest.

It was immoral sure, incredibly selfish too, but the more Venti thought it over, the more it seemed like the only option.

You must want him, right? That can be the only explanation as to why the stars presented themselves to him yet again, so would it really be wrong of him to help?

He could justify it under the premise of simply enacting your will, and in that case, not doing so would be considered blasphemy.

Venti quickly stood from where he sat on the edge of the hands of his own statue, it was a beautiful place to watch the stars.

How would this distraction work? Did he even have a way to hide people from the universe's view?

It took a minute longer for an answer to dawn on him, his spirit immediately perking up when it did.

It's not as if the stars could claim someone they couldn't see—

He jumped from the statue immediately, using a wind glider and his own powers to propel himself higher, high enough to see the streets of Mondstadt clearly.

He just had to spot any vision bearer that happened to be outside and lead them in, somewhere where the brilliant glow of the night sky didn't reach.

That didn't sound particularly difficult.

The first one Venti spotted was Diluc, standing idly outside the tavern with his back against the wall, looking up at the sky with the same frustration and barely hidden dismay that Venti had previously worn.

He dropped into an empty nearby ally silently, any sound covered by the light rustling of wind.

"Oh Diluc!"

The man instantly snapped his gaze up, a rather irritated expression forming at the sight of the energetic Bard.

Venti wasted no time running up to him, grabbing the taller man's arm and practically dragging him into the tavern.

Diluc almost tripped over himself at the sudden force, "What are you—"

"I'm in the mood for a particularly difficult cocktail," Venti cut him off immediately with that same singsong voice, "And there just isn't anybody else who can make it nearly as good, I'm lucky to have found you here!"

Lucky huh? Diluc's luck, on the other hand, seemed to be getting worse by the second. First the stars didn't deem him worthy, and now this?

The bar was just as bustling as it usually was with the same nightly crowd. Venti quickly pulled Diluc to the counter, listing off multiple complex instructions at light speed while doing so.

"Charles can make anything I can, it's not as though I hire incompetent bartenders—"

"I'll pay double."

Diluc promptly closed his mouth, it was rare to get the Bard to pay anything at all, much less more than full price, and this was already one of the more expensive drink options because of the outsourced ingredients...

With a sigh and a slight nod, Diluc went to the back in order to obtain the proper glassware, giving Venti just enough time to empty one of the ingredient jars.

Ground mist flowers. While he didn't doubt that Diluc had extra mist flowers in the back, the powder didn't last long by itself, so it was unlikely there was any spare. That meant that it would have to be ground fresh, a process that took at least half an hour due to the elemental nature of the flower.

Diluc promptly notice the absence of the necessary ingredient upon his arrival, face darkening slightly.

"It... Might be a minute—"

Venti could hardly keep the smile off his face, "Perfect, I have somewhere I need to be right now anyway, so take all the time you need!"

Without so much as another word Venti dropped the necessary amount of money on the table and darted out the door.

The astronomer lady who had recently settled in to the Inn was another threat, but that solution wasn't nearly as difficult as the previous one.

A magic seal on the doors and windows seemed simple enough, and it's not as if he wouldn't come back and lift it after his reunion with you.

Liyue was a fair distance away too, the chances that he could make it all the way there and back before you decided to try again were rather low...

Maybe it was about time he cashed in one of his many favors from Zhongli.

-

You knew you had previously said you were going to wait an hour, but the suspense was really starting to get to you.

So you found yourself here, once again on Venti's banner with only twenty pulls available to you. Even though you did technically have a guarantee, getting a five star character with zero pity wasn't an easy task.

You took a deep breath, mentally lowering your expectations as you clicked the ten pull button, watching intently for the star color.

So you were shocked, to say the least, to see the same golden hue you had seen on your previous pull light up the screen.

Was this actually happening?

You couldn't help the laugh of complete disbelief that escaped you when you saw him, you felt the need to personally thank whatever God had just blessed you.

Immediately opening up his character menu and working on ascensions that you had farmed for, Venti felt as if he could pass out from joy.

All that running around had been worth it, he was yours. He could feel your energy interwoven with every fiber of his being, practically hear your laugh ring out amongst the night sky.

He was yours he was yours oh he was yours. The stars had accepted him, you had accepted him, nothing else seemed to matter.

As long as you didn't happen to notice the large dark clouds covering the star's light from shining on Teyvat, how the only hole that appeared in them seemed to be right below where he was currently standing.

Sure, Venti now had a pretty hefty debt to pay back to Ei, but that was neither here nor there.

All that mattered was your gaze that now shown down upon him, enveloping him completely in a feeling of comfort long forgotten.

[mushiewrites]

Burrito Night

Yay! Day 7! I didn’t think I’d be able to stay on schedule, but here we are! Prompt from @fluffallamaful’s lovely lee!Dream event!

lee!Dream Day 7: couch / beanbag / blanket

George finds himself walking into the living room where Dream and Sapnap are messing around with a huge tortilla shaped blanket. As he leaves the room, he hears Dream scream and decides to turn back to check out the situation.

(lee!Dream / ler!Sapnap / ler!George: 1K words)

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” George stood in the living room doorway, chuckling and shaking his head at the scene playing out before him.

There on the floor a few feet away were Sapnap and Dream. They had moved the table away to the side of the room, and Sapnap was attempting to roll Dream up in the huge tortilla blanket the blonde had gotten as a gag gift for Christmas. The two younger boys were borderline hysterical, with Dream constantly wiggling to mess Sapnap up, causing the youngest to keep screaming at Dream to make him stop.

“Wehehe found this blanket in Dreheam’s room and we wanted to see if we could make him a b-burritoho!” Sapnap explained through choked out giggles, still trying to roll Dream up into a crease-free roll.

“You guys are idiots.” George rolled his eyes fondly as he made his way past the two and into the kitchen to grab some water. He was looking into the fridge for a snack when he heard a shriek from Dream, followed by high pitched giggles and yelling. George raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his face as he shut the fridge and took in the situation in the living room.

“G-geohorge plehease make him stohohop!” Dream begged, his head upside down looking at George as he attempted to kick his legs to no avail. The oldest boy followed his eyes down the blanket, stopping at and watching Sapnap as he held Dream’s ankles in a headlock, running his fingers up and down Dream’s feet.

“What’s wrong, Dreamie? Can’t handle a little tickling~? You were wiggling so much before, I figured I’d give you something to squirm at~.” Sapnap snickered, turning his head to the side to watch as Dream’s face slowly turned red, his head thrown back with loud giggles and sputtered out protests.

“Nohoho Sahapnahap please sto-OHOP! NOHOHO NOT THEHERE!” Dream flailed, almost jack-knifing to the side as Sapnap reached up and formed a claw on his tummy, squeezing and shaking his hand quickly. George was leaning against the wall of the living room, giggling to himself as he watched Dream fall apart under Sapnap’s fingers.

“Hey pretty boy, you gonna just stand there or are you gonna come help me wreck Dream?” he was snapped out of his trance, looking up to meet the hazel eyes staring up at him. He looked down into Dream’s green eyes, silently pleading and taking in big breaths as Sapnap gave him a small break.

“Hmmm….yeah why not.” George shrugged, laughing harder as Dream screamed, attempting to roll away. Sapnap had sat on his ankles as George walked over and planted himself on the boys hips, making sure Dream stays on his back and unable to move away.

“Sorry Dream, this is too entertaining not to.” the brunette smirked down at Dream, who bared his teeth with a low growl. It would’ve been intimidating if not for the goofy smile plastered on his lips and the tiny giggles slipping out every few seconds.

“T-trahahaitor. Both of you are trait-OHOHORS! STOP SAHAPNAHAHAP!” Dream’s attempt at sassing back was cut short as Sapnap decided he had done enough talking, dragging his nails slowly up and down the taller boys squirming feet. His laughter only got louder as Sapnap begin to dig under his toes, making Dream shake his head back and forth, trying to do anything to lessen the ticklish feeling.

“Awh, are we traitors Dream? Are we really~? After all the times you’ve hunted us down and tickled us until we couldn’t breathe?” the brunette sat on Dream’s waist had his attention now as he continued to shake his head, looking into George’s brown eyes as he watched the boy above him wiggle his fingers over his tummy.

“Nohoho plehehease! I’m sohohorry!” Dream begged George, watching the hands grow closer and closer to his tummy, the older boy wiggling his fingers to make the boy beneath him squirm even more.

“It’s kind of too late for apologies.” Sapnap giggled, skittering his fingers quickly along Dream’s arches. Dream attempted to twist again to kick his legs, but was rendered absolutely useless as George’s teasy fingers finally touched down onto Dream‘s stomach.

Dream lost it. He let out a loud, high pitched squeal followed by a longer wheeze. He arched his back up, only further pushing his tummy into George’s tickling hands before he fell back down against the ground, pulling at his hands in the blanket to attempt to cover himself. His eyes were squeezed shut and his head was thrown back, lost in helpless laughter.

“You think I can find his bellybutton even with the blanket on, Sapnap?”

“NOHOHO DOHON’T!” Dream’s pleading was ignored as if he wasn’t there as Sapnap answered George.

“I mean, I think it’s worth trying.”

“Nohohoho, G-George plehehease!”

“Hmm….oh! Found it.” George nearly lost his balance as a scream tore from Dream’s throat, almost raspy from the force of it. He wheezed and squealed and laughed and laughed and laughed. Eventually, his laughter turned silent and Dream stopped squirming, completely accepting his fate and melting into the ground. The two boys took that as the sign to stop, and they both rubbed the ghost tickles away, helping Dream calm down until his breath had finally returned to normal.

“You okay, giggles?” Sapnap smiled as he climbed off of Dream’s ankles, George following his lead as they both sat on either side of him.

“Y-Yohou guys suhuck.” Dream let out a breath, the last of his giggles finally coming to an end as he squirmed slightly in the blanket.

“Yeah yeah, we know. I’d watch if I were you, Dream. We’re the ones who have to let you out.” George popped an eyebrow down at the blonde, running a hand threw the messy curls on Dream’s head. The blush returned to his face as he realized the brunette was right. They all laughed at how ridiculous this situation had been before they finally let Dream go, pulling the blanket and causing Dream to quickly roll out. He landed on his side, still giggling from being practically launched from the blanket.

George and Sapnap helped Dream up, all settling on the couch as they finally calmed down. They decided to watch a movie, so they all huddled together after grabbing various snacks and drinks from the kitchen and switching the lights off. As the movie started, Dream smirked before speaking, letting out a chuckle.

“I hope you don’t think either of you are getting away with that shit. Because you’re both gonna regret that, believe me.”

[wonlouvre]

wonwoo + childhood friends to lovers?? maybe some jealousy involved on woos side eliciting a confession?❤️❤️

home | j. ww.

pairing: wonwoo x g.n. oc genre: fluff warnings: none (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.3k

💌: thank you for requesting dear anon! i hope you really like this :’) so much wonwoo content if you haven’t noticed by now and i’m living for it! thank you again! please do tell me what you think <3

Wonwoo thinks of himself as a coward for not swallowing his pride and reservations in telling you the truth. The truth about how much he is so in love with you,  it’s making it difficult for him to physically breathe. He hasn’t planned on confessing yet, but as the days go by, he thinks he’s running out of time. And even though he still sees you every day and you still keep him around, it's not enough. It’s not enough that he’s not holding your hands like he wants to or kissing you senseless like he wishes to. 

It’s not enough that he can’t love you more than just a friend. 

 “Wonwoo?”

You have been trying to get the boy’s attention for the past minute because it’s starting to concern you how much he’s spaced out. You have already tapped his shoulder, poked his cheek and even tickled his side. But to no avail, he was just staring at his book and sighing defeatedly. 

“Wonwoo?” You shake him again and finally, he looks at you. 

“Oh?” Wonwoo leans close and gives his glasses clad eyes to you. “What’s wrong?”

You sadly smile, bringing a hand up to fix his fringe. “Don’t you think I should be asking you that? You’ve been distracted ever since we got here.”

You and Wonwoo never created a schedule to study together, but by some unknown force, you always gravitated towards each other. It usually just takes one text message or one call and you’d be meeting at the university’s library in no time. Maybe, it’s a thing to be in sync with your childhood friend. You’re not sure, but you’re not ruling out the possibility. 

You and Wonwoo became friends when you just turned six years old and he was already nine. The two of you are next door neighbors, even up to now. Both of your parents became friends in an instant, automatically drawing you close to the shy boy with ease. He was timid and reluctant at first, but eventually he warmed up to you. 

The two of you were at each other’s side growing up. Attended the same school and always hang out afterwards despite the fact that he’s ahead of you. Went to the same playground. Ate at the local street food stands. Played at the only arcade established in the neighborhood. All of those done, together. 

It’s not that difficult to keep communication lines open and connection intact most especially when your bedroom windows are both adjacent. It’s a little bit unbelievable, but you and Wonwoo saw the different phases of your lives through those windows. You saw him escape through that window to play computer games with Woozi once. On the other hand, he saw you through that window dancing to one of your favorite songs. No hints of embarrassment. You even developed a code where there’s a number of knocks on the glass that will indicate your identities. You can enter at the main entrance of course, but this is special between the two of you. 

Well puberty was a different chapter and the two of you may or may not have distanced for quite a while. But, your friendship triumphed over the trials. 

Several people have asked if you have feelings for your friend. And several times, you denied. Likewise, Wonwoo has had his fair share of nosy people. It’s a conversation that you two have already talked about a year into college. The two of you were awfully awkward in denying, but shrugged it off nevertheless. By far, no one has asked again ever since. 

It didn’t affect your friendship, but a shift definitely happened. Like, the two of you became hyper aware of each other’s presence and actions. Casual gestures became lingering touches. Casual nicknames became specially endearing (that no one else is allowed to say them).

You could say this friendship also became something more as well.

Wonwoo’s heart skipped a beat at the warm sensation of your hand. He plays it cool and scratches the back of his neck, a habit he does when he becomes nervous.

You take notice of that, making you conclude that there’s really something wrong.  “Is there something that’s bothering you?”

Your friend sighs for the nth time and slumps on the open books he has failed to study. Wonwoo’s afraid to ask and he doesn’t even know if he really should. But, he has to get this out of his chest one way or another. “Are you really going on that study date with Jeonghan?”

Suddenly? You frown, confused as to where this is coming from. 

You answer him nonetheless. “Yes. You know I can’t fail this class, right? Jeonghan seemed to be the ace and he’s willing to teach me for free.”

“I can tutor you too, you know?” Wonwoo’s pouting now.

You grin and lean your arms on your notes, mirroring his position. You teasingly narrow your eyes at him and he looks away, annoyed at your antics. “But you don’t have this class in your program, remember?”

“And so?” Wonwoo asks, eyes boring back to you at lightning speed. “Doesn’t mean I don’t have good knowledge about the subject.”

You smirk. Yes, Wonwoo is a coward, but you’re confident. You’re confident with how you have found the only person you’re still friends with since childhood. You’re confident with how you found the only person to teach you how to ride a bike and play computer games. You’re confident with how you found the only person you want to grow old with.

And, you’re confident with how you found Jeon Wonwoo as the only person’s initials you would allow to be at home inside your heart. 

“I smell jealousy,” you state the obvious for him. “Can you confirm that for me, Mr. Jeon?”

Wonwoo was a coward. But not this time anymore. 

Your eyes widen when he suddenly stands up, chair scraping against the wooden floor. What he does next almost made you topple over, but your tight grip on the table kept you grounded. Wonwoo gently holds your chin between his fingers and softly presses his lips against yours. 

Wonwoo is kissing you.

Suddenly, you’re not so confident anymore. Your breath hitches for a short second, but you relax immediately after. You close your eyes and eagerly return his kiss. 

“Uh, guys?”

Wonwoo immediately pulls away and stands straight while you cast your eyes down and pretend to read your notes. Idiot, you scold yourself. There’s nothing wrong with what you just did. Why are we acting like we just committed a crime?

Just like that, the magical moment bursted like a bubble due to Jeonghan's appearance. 

Jeonghan clears his throat and looks between the two of you, back and forth. “You can continue, you know? I'll come back when Y/N’s ready.”

“No!” You and Wonwoo shout in unison and everyone in the library is hissing and shushing. 

“Woah.” Jeonghan raises his hands. “No need to be angry.”

“No, I mean,” you stutter, finding the right words to say before holding the hand of the man who just kissed you. “Wonwoo will tutor me instead.”

Wonwoo blinks in surprise, but gets the message and holds your hand back tightly. “Yeah. I’m- I’ll handle it from here.”

“You know you can just tell me that you have a date, right? Why are you two acting like I don’t know what relationships are,” Jeonghan complains with a roll of his eyes before turning around and walking away. 

You and Wonwoo release a breath of relief, eyes meeting. You couldn’t hold your giggle meanwhile he couldn’t hide the growing smile on his face. You bite your lip and gaze up at him. He fondly caresses the back of your hand and tilts his head, a gesture you clearly know the meaning of.

“How about we do go on that date Jeonghan’s talking about?”

Your face warms, in love. “I’d love to.”

[luvbrie]

5:19 p.m.

pairing: mashiho x reader / mashiho x gn!reader

warnings: 2nd person, established relationship, fluffyy, um idk why this is so long HELP

wordcount: 1k words / timestamp

you were hanging out in the dorm with the boys after a particularly boring day. mashiho was simply laying down watching as the younger ones played around. you were laying down with your lover. “mashii,” you whined suddenly, “i’m bored.”

he chuckled, thinking you really were just so cute, “yeah?” mashiho fixed his position to where he was now facing you. his head was propped with his hand and you thought he looked a bit silly. it was like he was going to serenade you but inevitably fail with a pose like that. and watching you attempt to hold back your laughs made him embarrassed. the hand that held up his head came to rub his face as a flustered smile grew. “ya, y/n-nie, don’t be mean..”

you didn’t answer, only watching as that beautiful smile unfolded right in front of you. it was true, mashiho was truly adorable in every way, yet everyone failed to warn you that on top of his undying cuteness is a sweet beauty that took your breath away. not only from the way he looks, but the way he can make you feel so loved. no amount of beauty can compare to the way your heart swelled whenever he held you lovingly in his arms. you never had much of a chance to stop and admire every little thing about him, so you took advantage of your time together here and cupped his face with your hands.

just like you, he didn’t answer, instead stared into your loving gaze. he would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t beating rapidly right now. as much as mashiho was used to people calling him every cute word there was in the dictionary, there was something about you that could make his beat stop beating entirely, then the next moment it’s beating like he ran a million miles. because in his eyes, you’re just so perfect. all your little habits and quirks have him melting. from your adorable smiles and ‘i love you’ texts at 4 in the morning to the way you were so kind and giving to those around you; everything. he can’t find a single thing that he would change about you because you’re his perfection. slowly, he placed his own hand ontop of yours, his touch ever-so-gentle. “yes, my love?”

you only gave a cheeky smile, what could that mean? your fingertips squished at his cheeks and you laughed fondly. “mashi! why are you so cute?!” you started doing using a stupid baby voice to him. alright… maybe there was one thing he didn’t like about you. he groaned and rolled away from you, but you persisted and wrapped your entire body around him. you were practically spooning him at his point, where your legs were draped around his waist. you continued your ministrations, and he really had no choice but to sit there and suck it up. “ohh my wittle mashi, so super super cute like a sweet wittle baby~”

and just like that, he’s had enough. mashiho turns his body to face you, but you don’t seem to notice– or care, if you did happen to, –and kept on babying him. he sighed, seeming to go in for a hug. his hands were placed securely at your sides when he opens his mouth. “let’s see if you’ll keep talking after this.”

you held a look of confusion before it hit you. no, he couldn’t. he won’t do it… right? as much as you hoped and prayed, he did exactly the opposite of your pleas. please don’t tickle me!

his fingers worked away and you shrieked with laughter. “MASHII NOOO!!” you squealed between giggles. you desperately attempted to worm your way from your lover but it proved to be useless. mashiho couldn’t help his own laughter from spilling out, both of your giggles resounding throughout the room. you begged and begged him, “have mercy! please! i won’t do it again i swear!” but to no avail. unfortunately for you, you’ll just have to suck it up.

to your horror, mashiho took out his phone. “this is payback for all the other times too!” his intent was to take an ugly photo of you and set it as his lock screen. his fingers found a deadly spot and you knew you were done for. mashi held his phone above you, far above you to where you couldn’t reach– damn that smart boy –and snap! the damage… had been done. he was quick to find the photo in his gallery, a wide grin plastering his face. “MASHIHO YOU CAN’T DO THIS!!” you tackled him onto the floor, although careful not to actually hurt him. the both of you rolled off the bed fighting for his phone.

he had to run off to jihoon’s room, slamming the door behind him, giggling like crazy. jihoon, who was sitting at his computer, gave a questioning look to mashi, who honestly looked insane right now. even though jihoon questioned him, he quickly shut his mouth as soon as a pounding came at his closed door; “MASHIHO OPEN THE DAMN DOOR RIGHT NOW!”

through his giggles, mashi opened the photo to finally set it as his wallpaper. however, upon opening the photo, he just… stopped. he only stood in silence as his finger hovered over his screen. you looked so happy. there was such a genuinely brightness in your smile that made his heart skip a beat. the way your hair perfectly framed your face, even in messy moments like these. was it a live photo? god, he hoped it was. he stuck the phone speaker at his ear as your honey laughs filled his ears. unbeknownst to him, mashiho had a pure look of adoration as he played the live over and over.

silently, he opened to door, and flopped onto you, wrapping his arms around your waist securely. you automatically hugged back, and his grip only tightened.

“you’re lucky i love you.”

you smiled softly, “well, i love you too.” he hummed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. you two stayed like that for minutes long before you asked slowly, “so you deleted the photo?”

“pft, no.”

[honeyhenry]

Tiny Vol. 2: Kal + Will

you can read the first instalment of Tiny here!

A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!! All the love for our sweet bear and Henry of course! And baby Will my new fave 😍

Warnings: Premature labour, a LOT of fluff 

as a family of three, you, Henry and Kal were the dream team

Kal had of course taken to you the moment you’d met him

a lot of the time Henry claimed you were more loving towards the big bear than him; “I’m your actual boyfriend, remember?”

Kal naturally being part of your inevitable wedding

hell, he was likely part of the proposal, as role of The Distractor, while Henry would wait on bended knee behind you

Kal knew that he didn’t have a place on the big kingsize bed, but that never stopped him from standing by the closed door of the bedroom whenever you and Henry were occupying it, waiting for either an invitation for cuddles, or for your day to start so he could have some company

and any available snacks, of course

On Henry’s birthday, just over a year into your marriage, you’d bribed the Akita with an extra large prime rib steak in the kitchen so that he could stay content downstairs, while you kept Henry more than content upstairs

It was only 3 weeks later that Kal started to press his large head onto your stomach

at first it was endearing, but over time he became persistent and Henry often had to get him to heel so that he would keep out of your way

it was only one missed period later that you realised your fluffy companion might have been onto something

with a fairly tame schedule for now, you and Henry had stopped “not trying” for a baby, deciding instead to just let it happen when it happened

and somehow Kal had been the first to find out that it had indeed, happened

over the next few weeks and months, it wasn’t just your large, concerned husband that was protective over you, but your bear of a dog too

by the time you were showing, Kal was in full guard dog form, growling at anyone who expressed any form of interest towards your growing belly

even Henry was on the receiving end of a warning growl now and then

but most of the time, Kal knew that Henry was likely safe, based on the look of love he often saw on his owner’s face towards you, and the special little moments his two humans have together with whatever is blooming within you

any strangers that get close to you would face the wrath of Kal because if whatever is happening gets this much love and attention, then it must be special to his Henry and his Mama

Kal hangs around you a lot, favouring you over Henry, especially in your last trimester

which makes Henry pout because damn it, Kal is taking his place most of the time

“Only because i’m carrying a little you.” you’d reassure your husband “he’ll be back to his Henry-loving ways after baby’s born.”

Kal often lays his big head on your bump when Henry isn’t there because he knows you’ll let him get away with it

but if Henry spots him he receives a “Kal, off!” just for your goofy husband to rest his own head there instead, chattering to the baby about things that sometimes have you falling asleep

his voice is soothing, yes

but his video game talk is just the perfect soundtrack for a nap

you get slower and slower as you enter the last few months

soon its just Kal and Henry going for walks together at the park

your bear always whined to you, pawing at your lap as you curl up on the sofa, while Henry would attempt to nod him over to the door

“Mumma can’t come today, she’s staying here with the baby. But she’ll call us if anything happens”

You get a soft kiss on the lips from one member of your family, and a lick on the hand from the fluffier one

Did you know it was Kal who saved the day, the morning you went into early labour?

you’d winced at a small twinge of pain, and then groaned out loud, taken by surprise as you had just been peeling some apples to be made into a stew

the sun was rising slowly, glinting the dewy grass out in the garden, your favourite view from the kitchen window

Henry was in his study, a floor up, with headphones on, completely oblivious to what was happening downstairs 

clinging to a table, you’d started to feel tight pain across your belly, issuing you with a mild dose of panic

of course, as Kal has been by your side for the past few months, he’s right there in an instant

he rushes over to you, sensing that something is wrong, watching you as you attempt to sit down on the floor to try and take control of the pain

he had pressed his big head to yours, nudging you as if to ask what he should do

“Get henry, go get Henry, Kal”

you didn’t have to tell him twice

he’d bolted to the study seeking out henry, knocking over everything he flies past, running as fast as he possibly can within the confines of the walls in the house

he was loudly barking the whole time, knowing that right now you are in jeopardy and that his Henry is your only saving grace 

he’d burst into Henry’s study nearly knocking the door off its hinges, almost jumping onto Henry’s lap

immediately Henry knew that something was wrong

normally a gentle giant around the house, Kal is bumping into things trying to reach his master, to get you the help you needed from Henry

“Kal, Kal show me where, what’s wrong. Is it Y/N? The baby? Mumma?”

He received a large bark in return, before Kal was rushing back to the kitchen to show his Henry where you were

Henry had raced behind Kal to where you were, panicking as he heard you call for him weakly

he eventually found you, sitting on the kitchen floor and clutching your belly in pain

Kal had stood by the door, watching Henry take over, his muscular form lifting you up and holding you close to get you to safety over on a soft chair

“it’s too early love, it’s got to be false contractions”

“they don’t feel false”

Kal had watched as Henry made a couple of calls, with sweat collecting at his brow

He had then spent a few moments with you, counting and calculating timings on his watch while you’d cried “it can’t be time, he’s not ready Henry”

Kal watched his Henry take your hands and stay close to you, trying to keep calm on the surface while making you a myriad of promises

just 10 minutes later, Kal had been left in the house alone 

his only hope was that you and his Henry will be okay when you return

he’d had a strange few days at a friend’s house

their garden was smaller and they had a cat, but Kal hadn't minded them too much

he had still been concerned about where his Henry and his Y/N went so suddenly

and why did you not want to take him with you?

On the Tuesday, Kal hears the words “You’re going back home today, to see your parents! And they have your baby brother waiting there too!”

Kal was delivered back home that afternoon, and comes bounding into the house, making a beeline for Henry who was waiting by the front door to greet his furry friend

You had stayed upstairs in the master bedroom with Will, making sure he was safe from the inevitable commotion downstairs

You’d heard Henry embrace Kal, talking to him like an old friend whom he hadn't seen in years

Kal was so riled up from being away for so long, and Henry still in a lovestruck daze from the last 72 hours

“I know we were gone so suddenly, but everything is okay. We’re back now, and we have someone special we want you to meet” you can hear your husband speak excitedly to the bear

Kal had whined in retaliation, as if to ask "why did you leave me, Henry? What could have possibly been so important?”

“Kal” and it’s Henry’s no nonsense voice that you’d recognised this time; “Your baby brother is upstairs with Mum but he is very little. Very, very small. And you’re a big bear. So we’re going to be calm. Okay? Calm and gentle bear, good boy.”

Henry's footsteps and the tinkling of Kal’s collar were becoming clearer and clearer before the door to the master bedroom creaks open 

and there stands Kal in all his fluffy glory

Henry is right by him, watching over every move Kal makes, with baited breath in case he decides to make a running leap towards you and your tiny bundle of joy

Henry had looked up to you with a gentle grin, ensuring the door was left open in the event of any sporadic movements, particularly if Kal wasn’t interested in this new person after all

“Knock knock, Kal’s promised to be good if he wants to see his brother”

Kal wants to jump up onto the bed but he knows he can’t, no matter how curious he is

so he just waits patiently by the bed, because whatever you were holding  seems important, especially given that Henry is being very stern with him

maybe this is the special thing that his Henry and Y/N had loved so much

he looks up at you as you lean down enough for him to see the baby’s little face 

“Kal, this is your baby brother. This is who all the fuss has been about. he’ll be able to play with you some day, when he’s a bit bigger.”

Kal blinks, taking the situation in

A new smell, a new person

A new, tiny Henry

At this realisation, he fondly rested his head in your lap right next to Will, receiving praise from Henry “easy boy, good boy Kal”

Kal makes an oath there and then to protect his tiny Henry

He sniffed a blanketed foot carefully, nuzzling it before staring at your sweet baby’s face

You look up at Henry briefly, and he’s already watching you as the rest of the scene plays out

“I think our boys are going to get along just fine” you murmur, basking in the fond greeting between Kal and baby Cavill

only for it to end a moment later when your son squeaks the quietest noise, causing Kal to back up quickly, shocked by the sound

“Ohh, are you saying hello to Kal honey? He is so gentle and fluffy isn’t he?” you’d cooed to the fidgeting bundle in your arms

“i think it’s Kal who needs to watch out around here now” Henry comments with a grin

Whenever Henry goes out to play fetch with Kal in the huge garden - it may as well be a football field - you’d watch carefully from the balcony window while cradling Will, pointing out his how his Daddy throws a ball or a stick, and how clever Kal is for fetching and returning it

whenever your older boys are done, they both scramble to be first back to see you and the youngest of the Cavill pack

Will is often found snoozing, giving Kal the perfect excuse to curl up right alongside his crib him to protect him, should anything threaten his soft sleepy snores

And if Will is sleeping in the crib in the master bedroom right beside you and Henry, Kal paws at the door until he is let in, taking his rightful spot curled up beside his new best friend

If you or Henry, or a loving relative or friend is holding him, there is Kal right by their side, as if to stake his claim; “this is my baby”

In the middle of the night when Will starts crying, Kal is there first to check on his tiny Henry before he runs for immediate assistance

cue Henry having tripped over Kal in the middle of the night several times now, as Kal had rushed to the master bedroom and Henry having rushed out of it in the dark

Usually the consequences involve Henry taking a bump to his shin or his head, with you having to get up, turn the light on and fetch a crying baby Will

So yes, Kal is in the nursery a lot of the time and yes, you need to install a couple of night lights in the hallways so that Henry doesn’t ultimately fall down the stairs or continue to injure himself via a fluffy Kal on a rescue mission

Henry always exclaims the next morning “I can’t believe he’s always in the room”

Which makes you laugh, replying “You’re just jealous he loves Will more than you now. I have to say Will is taking the badge for favourite Cavill of the month in this household”

Will sleeps a lot, and when Kal eventually gets bored, he sticks his big head into the crib, panting and waiting for his tiny Henry to pay him some attention

when you catch him, you rub his big head, letting him sit on the bed while you cradle a snoozing Will

however if Henry catches Kal with his head in the crib? Kal is out of the nursery for the rest of the day

“He can’t stick his head in like that, I’m not having him hurting Junior, accident or not”

So you need to unite your parenting tactics to train your dog before you use them to parent Will

When he’s not in his crib, Will is in one of the new moving cribs that Henry had researched to death before ordering and consequently building himself

That was an especially hot day in your pregnancy, and it was in December

Kal often just lays and watches his little best friend in it for as long as he likes, as he soon realises his large Henry will allow him to do that

sometimes you see Will laying in the crib with lots of dog toys around him

courtesy of Kal, of course

typically, Henry will be around to supervise, always thanking Kal on Junior’s behalf, engaging his two dependents in conversation; “oh look another toy, Will. Thank you Kal”

Kal would already be out of the room to fetch another toy while tiny Will is taking a hardcore nap

feeding and putting weight on is hard work!!

Henry definitely gets a few stares at the park now; a big beefy man, pushing a high-tech stroller, alongside an absolute unit of a dog

Kal is obedient as always, walking nicely beside the stroller with his two Henrys

he’s not even tempted by puddles or ducks or squirrels

his focus is on his best friends, especially the one wearing their brand new sweater to signify his move to newborn sized clothing at the age of 9 weeks

he loves watching his Henry and his Mama celebrate his tiny best friend, no matter how small their achievements - or sweaters - are

Kal is always gonna look out for his large Henry and his new tiny Henry, who both have the same dark curls and sparkly eyes

He is just the most wonderful big brother you could ever have wished for your little boy, and you’re sure they will get into heaps of laughs and trouble when Will grows up to become a rambunctious toddler, with peels of giggles coming from wherever the two will be playing together

Kal has the patience of a saint, and it’s why you don’t worry at all when you find out a couple years later, that there will be two more little Henry’s for him to play with and guard, with his whole fluffy being

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[cazzyvintage]

Oblivious

Request from anon: Hi, I really enjoy your writing, particularly your Zemo fics! I had an idea for one that basically follows the while y/n joining Sam, Bucky, and Zemo through Madirpoor and Riga. Only despite Zemo’s flirting, y/n doesn’t really do anything about it or even notice until y/n along with Sam and Bucky witness Walker (New Captian America) murder a flag smasher in the street. They all go back to the safe house and y/n is like, in shock. “Captian America just killed someone” is all y/n can really say. And Zemo is able to calm them down. Maybe the romance can start then?

Word count: 3.4k

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Heels clicked along the pavement as you sashayed along the road, approaching the men before you, two of which you know fondly. The other one, however... not so much.

They all stood close together in a circle, obviously discussing something important but at hearing your voice call out their heads turn towards you, a smile appearing on Sam and Bucky’s faces as they see you. “Long time no see boys,” you say, stopping a few feet away from them to lean on a wall.

They both walk over to you, Bucky pulling you into and hug then followed by Sam hugging you tightly. “Thank you for agreeing to help us out y/n. I know things haven’t been easy for you,”

You fake a smile at Bucky, one you hoped he wouldn’t see past resting your arm around his shoulder. “Anything for my friends,”

He was right, though. These times haven’t been easy for you, especially after Steve Rodgers left. Captain America had always been your idol, ever since you were a little kid you aspired to be just like him. You collected all the Captain America merchandise along with your brother Phil, always arguing with him who owned which toy of his. Meeting Steve had been a dream come true for you. He was the person you were closest to. He helped you come to terms with your brother’s death and whenever you needed help; he was there. You two stuck together through the thick and thin. That’s was how you got to become good friends with Sam and Bucky. You and Steve have always had a complicated relationship, though. You two liked each other and tried to see if you could be something more, but it never seemed to work out. Then Thanos happened. You, along with half the universe, were dusted. For you it was as if you had simply blinked however for Steve it was five years without you. You barely got to see each other again before he went away for good. You couldn’t hate him for it, you understood why he did what he did. He was always telling you about the ’40s, about his childhood, about her. You just wished you weren’t so connected with him. Seeing him there, old, dying. It broke your heart. But times move on. You can’t live in the past as he did.

Your eyes focus on the man behind Sam and Bucky and you frown, pulling your arm away from Bucky. A man you never thought you would see again was staring right back at you.

He stood a few feet back, knowing he wasn’t welcomed in the warm reunion of friendship. He clasped his hands, unsure what exactly he should do right now, feeling awkward, but as he looked over at you his eyes twinkled with recognition. Now you had been interesting to him. You weren’t a super soldier like Steve and James. Yet you certainly could hold your own against them. He had seen when he had first activated James. No, your strength and fighting abilities were down to your own human powers and he admired that. You were one of the few avengers he might have had an inkling to like if the Sokovia attack never happened. Still, it wasn’t as if you were to blame for it. The people who were to blame had suffered for it. You were merely the pawn in the giant game of chess. Perhaps he could grow to like you, after all, he could admit you were certainly tempting to him, the way your body was shaped excited him, the way your neck was shaped made him want to brush his fingers along it and your piercing eyes felt like they could look into the darkest corners of his soul.

“Why is he out of prison?” you snap, bringing Zemo out of his trance

Sam turns to scowl at Bucky as you all turn to Zemo, who awkwardly smiles. “Bucky thinks we need him,” Sam mutters

“Why would we need him!” you exclaim, crossing your arms and shooting Bucky a glare.

“I am invaluable,” Zemo explains with his hands, his eyes unwavering from you as he answers for Bucky.

“He hates super-soldiers, therefore he will help us in getting to Karli,” Bucky says, stepping in front of your eyesight trying to explain himself.

“That also means he hates you, Buck,”

All of them freeze as you address the elephant in the room. Bucky grits his teeth and steps back, averting your gaze as you and Sam stare expectedly at him but he doesn’t respond so Zemo takes his opportunity to step closer to you, now only a few feet apart.

“I can assure you, getting rid of Karli and her super soldier friends is my priority. Not James,”

You clench your jaw in anger as you look at Zemo. He tilts his head, the side of his lip curling up slightly, hoping you’d take a chance on him. Sighing, you turn to shoot one more look at Bucky.

“Steve wouldn’t have liked this,”

Later you sat across from Zemo on his private jet. All of you sat in uncomfortable silence as you flew to Madripoor. Sam and Bucky did not seem as close as you were to both of them. They both just sat on their respective sides and looked out the window. Zemo had a book on him which he seemed very preoccupied reading, yet there were moments where you could feel his eyes settle upon you. Ignoring his inquisitive gaze, you choose to follow in Bucky and Sam’s lead of looking out the window and daydream the rest of the trip away.

Your mind trails back to Steve. You wondered just what Steve would have thought about you teaming up with Zemo. He would have understood, wouldn’t he? It was the best option you had. Ah, but he had always been such a stickler about the rules. Breaking a criminal out and helping him avoid the law wasn’t very patriotic of you. Yep, he would not have gone through with this plan, he would have found another way that worked. But none of the people here were him. He choose not to be here. You knew you had to let him go.

“Champagne?”

You pull your eyes away from the window, coming back to reality as you see a bottle of champagne in Zemo’s hand and an empty glass in his other hand. He already had another glass full beside him as he looked at you expectantly.

“No,”

“Sure?”

“What part of no do you not understand,” you snap harshly glaring at him then back out to the window

“My apologies,” he says, pursing his lips together as he looks down at the empty glass. He glances over to Sam and Bucky but they both shake their heads as well so he hands the glass and drinks back to his butler and sighs as he opens his book again.

The tension between all of you sticks around as you arrive at Madripoor. Zemo had provided you a tight-fitting dress to ‘appear the part’ of your allice, and it showed off a bit too much of your chest than you liked. It was too bright for you, golden and sparky, cutting off at your upper tight, and had a very low v cut. You try your best to pull it down to cover you some more but to no avail. Begrudgingly, you leave the plane to meet up with the rest of them.

“My my y/n, the dress suits you,” Zemo says, smirking as his eyes trail up and down your body as you walk past him taking a straight beeline towards Sam and Bucky.

“How long will this mission take?” you ask, already feeling the cold air nip at your skin.

“Few hours at the least. I’m sorry that you have to do this, y/n”

“Hey, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to help you two,” you mutter as you hear a car pulling up behind you

“Not exactly this though,” Bucky grumbles, glowering over at Zemo who motions to the car that had arrived. Zemo opens the door and waits for you to get in however you walk to the other side of the car and get in. Bucky chuckles at Zemo’s annoyed expression as he instead gets into the side, which Zemo held open.

During the mission, Zemo kept getting uncomfortably close to you. Occasionally his hand brushed against your back as he moved past you, or his hand would bump into yours slightly, lingering against yours longer than normal.

You knew why he was doing this. Because of Steve. He knew how close you and Steve were, everyone did. During the fight between Steve and Tony which Zemo had helped cause you stuck by Steve every second. Now that Steve was gone, Zemo was trying to rub that in. Trying to irritate you on purpose. You would not let him get to you.

During the meeting with Selby you stood off to the side with Sam and you were feeling pretty good about yourself that the mission was going well until Sam’s phone rang. You tried to keep cool while also giving Sam the wtf look as to why he didn’t put his phone on silent. You hung out hoping things would go okay, but today wasn’t your day.

Shelby got gunned down in front of you, and the mission was ruined. Running in heels wasn’t ideal, but you had to make do. You followed Sam and Bucky as Zemo split up from you, running off somewhere else. Eventually, you kicked off your heels, believing running barefoot would be better than dealing with the agony of heels.

Finally, meeting back up with Zemo, you were ready to have to fight your way out of this mess, but then someone you didn’t think you would ever see again appeared. Sharon Carter. You two weren’t exactly buddy buddies. You got along for Steve’s sake, but it always felt like a sort of rivalry between you two for his attention.

“Y/n,” she says, finally addressing you

“Sharon,” you say back, feeling the awkwardness seep back in. Sharon didn’t seem bothered however, she even kindly let you have some new clothes and shoes which were much more comfortable than the ones Zemo lent you and more your style.

Walking back into the main room you see Zemo sitting down, once again drinking, Bucky sitting down as far away from Zemo as he could get and Sam standing at the side. You choose to stand by Sam.

“Hey, y/n, you doing okay?” Sam asks as you walk over.

“Better than other days. What are we waiting around for?”

“For Sharon to lead us to a party where she can get the information we need,” Zemo answers for Sam, peeking over at you. You ignore him.

Sharon comes back in and tells all of you not to get in trouble while you are out at the party.

“Trouble,” Zemo jokes, and he once again glances over to you, raising a glass and winking at you as he downs it.

Following Sharon, you head into the party. It was to show off the art pieces she had got a hold of so you thought you might as well look at them as you were unlikely to see any of these genuine pieces again. You could see however Zemo following you. He tried to be sly by checking out the other artworks near you, never exactly where you were, but you could tell because every time you moved to a new place soon enough Zemo would suddenly appear there as well. He leaned into one of the artworks, pretending to study it closely, but the corner of his eyes would flick over to you.

Groaning in frustration at your new stalker, you decide you had to lose him in the crowds. Swaying your body, you enter the dancing crowd and jump along to the music, letting yourself go. You could feel your excitement growing with the crowd as you danced, but with one quick turn around there, you saw him.

Zemo had now entered the crowd and was dancing along to the music as well, pumping his hands in time to it. As you stared at him in disbelief, he notices and takes that as an innovation to dance over to you.

“Dancing is fun, right?” he asks as he claps his hand to the music

“Why are you doing this!” you exclaim glaring at him.

His eyebrows furrow as he looks at you, “I don’t understand what you mean?”

You huff in annoyance and storm away, going to find Sam and Bucky leaving Zemo alone on the dance floor. He watches you go and sighs, moving away from the dance floor. It had been a long time since he last got to socialize with anyone and he was trying with you; he wanted to know you more, but he didn’t want to push you too far either if you were uncomfortable with it.

The next few hours felt like a blur to everyone. Sharon found out where the doctor was and you found out a bit of information before Zemo choose to shoot him. Then the whole place exploded, and you had to fight for your life while Zemo hijacked and car to pick you up. Now you were standing outside the safe house.

Zemo opened up the doors, and with his arm motioned for you to go in first. You roll your eyes at his extravagance and storm in, looking around the place. It was simple, but you could still tell that it was all designer, expensive to Zemo’s tastes. You sit down on the sofa while Zemo instantly gravitates towards the liquor cupboard.

“If you drink so much you won’t have long left to live” you mutter as you watch him pour some whiskey. His head shoots up as he turns sidewards to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Concerned about my health now?”

“I’d rather have you not pass out during a mission, at least till you are no longer of use to us then you can drink yourself to death for all I care,”

“Ah concern for the mission, yes you avengers folks are all the same. The mission takes precedence before anything else,” Zemo says, grabbing his glass and walking over to take a seat on the sofa opposite you.

You give him a cold hard stare crossing your arms. “What do you mean by that” you hiss

He tilts his head, smirking as he sees how riled up you were getting. “I’m simply observing that you have to put your mission before human lives. I know from how much I studied Steve-”

“Don’t bring Steve into this!” you exclaim, leaning forward, baring your teeth at him.

Zemo pauses for a moment shocked, he pulls his head back to observe, his mouth slightly ajar as his eyebrows cast down but realization dawns across his face.

“Ah, you and Steve, you two were an item,”

“It wasn’t like that” you murmur, jumping up from the sofa and pacing around the room to try to alleviate the agitation you felt, your nails digging into your arms as you wrapped them around your body in comfort.

“But there was something,” Zemo replies, watching you pace around the room then looking into the glass bitterly, his grip on it tightening.

You turn your back to Zemo to stare at your reflection in the mirror, seeing the tears swell up in your eyes.

“Why are you bringing this up? Why do you keep trying to annoy me Zemo, what purpose are you getting from this apart from some sick sadistic pleasure?”

It was Zemo’s turn to jump up from the sofa, hurt you could ever think so lowly of him, his eyebrows furrowed as he speeds over to you. He stands beside you, getting a lot closer to you than you would like. You turned your head away so he couldn’t see the tears threatening to fall.

“Do you think that bad of me? Y/n we may not have had the best first impression but know that it is never my intention to irritate or upset you,” Zemo says, trying to move even closer to you, but he moves a step too far and you back away.

“Just leave me alone, Zemo” you whisper, then run out of the room to find a bathroom to let everything out.

Zemo watches your form leave, angrily clenching his jaw, knowing he pushed it too far. The vein in his neck twitches as he grabs an ornament by the side of the mirror. Holding it in his hand, he observes the glass figure, a dove, then chucks it into the ground in rage, feeling an inkling of satisfaction at seeing it smash into a thousand pieces. He grabs more ornaments, at that moment not caring how much they each cost, just enjoy the release of anger he felt every time he smashed one.

-

You could hear the blood in your brain roar through your ears, the feeling of your heart hitting your chest in shock as you stared down at Lemar’s dead body.

Your eyes flicker to John’s who knelt beside him, trying desperately to wake him up, but you knew it was hopeless. Lemar was gone. Your eyes flickered around the rest of the room, Karli and her friend realising how bad they have messed up were already running away from the room. Bucky and Sam looked at each other as if knowing what was to happen. Your eyes finally land on Zemo’s. John had tried to arrest him, but you were able to stop him. Zemo was still useful though you hated to admit it, it wasn’t long however till the Dora Milaje would find him.

You feel a hand brush against your shoulder and snap back into reality, “We need to leave, now,” Zemo whispered in your ear, pulling your arm to make you move.

Gathering your senses, you let Zemo lead you out of the building as you hear a crash from above. Running out into the road, you and Zemo catch up beside Sam and Bucky and watch the disaster unfold.

There was John, in Cap’s uniform, holding Cap’s shield above that man.

Steve.

Steve’s shield.

You feel a scream tear from your lips as you watch John Walker bring the shield down, penetrating the man’s chest, staining it in blood. Tears leak from your eyes as you attempt to rush forward, to try and stop it, but arms grasp onto you, pulling you back.

“NO” you repeatedly cried, trying to worm your way out of the grasp, but they gripped you, refusing to let go. Your knees gave out and you sink to the floor, collapsing in the arms of the person who held you, your head buried in the fur part of their coat as they held you to their chest.

You kept sobbing, shaking as the image replayed over and over in your mind.

“Captain America just killed someone,” you whispered, unable to say anything else. The arms which held you picked you up, quietly shushing you, and carried you down a road, back into the safe house.

They tried to put you on the sofa but you clung to their body, not believing you could survive without their support, so they settle on lying down beside you on the sofa.

They turned you to face their body as their arms draped around you, gently rubbing circles into your back. Burying your head into their chest again, you let the sobs wail out as your chest ached from breathing.

“Captain America just killed someone,” you whisper again to him.

“That wasn’t Steve, y/n, Steve would never do something like that,” he murmured, his accent soothing your nerves.

“But it was his shield Zemo. The very thing I had idolized for so long,”

“A shield which by now no longer belongs to him. He was never Captain America y/n, what we just saw proved that. They will give the shield to someone better,”

You sniff, trying to prevent the snot from coming out of your nose as your bloodshot eyes look up into his, “Really?”

He gently smiles at you, taking his hand off your back to push a strand of hair that was hanging over your eye away.

“Yes, they won’t make the same mistake twice,”

Zemo’s words brought more comfort than you could have ever imagined. His embrace brought you warmth and you could feel yourself slowly stop shaking as he held you. Looking away from Zemo in embarrassment, you instead choose to snuggle your head back into his chest, hearing the rapid beating of his heart which lulled you to sleep.

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[ninja-scenarios]

Spa day w/ Illumi ✨🐰

I started writing this a month ago so it still says “15th of Christmas” pls bear with me lol

This is part of a Illumi/Hisoka/reader poly relationship! But there won´t be any Hiso in this, sorry! I have another fic planned tho so pls anticipate it :)))

Now I can´t stop imagining Illumi with a bunny ears headband... uwu

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„What is this?“

- „A jelly peeling.“

„And this?“

- „A brush used for applying skin masks, so you don´t have to use your hands.”

You beamed with anticipation. This year, you had decided that it was time to show the boys how to make a couple-advent-calendar. A collection of 24 enjoyable things you could do together. And here it was. The 15th, “spa day”.

Hisoka was out, so you´d grabbed Illumi and dragged him into your study in what had to be the most comfortable kidnapping in history. He actually behaved very well, and you had the slight suspicion that he already enjoyed this.

“First is a headband.”

After you´d both taken a steaming hot bath together and rose from it super relaxed, you slipped a bunny-ear headband onto your boyfriend. Illumi turned to view himself in the make-up mirror. The feeling of something restricting yet comfortable was new to the assassin. The headband wasn´t meant to hurt him or for training, just to hold his hair out of his face. It felt... good. And the light pink went beautifully with his crème bathrobe.

“Look! You look like a bunny now!”

“Is that good?”

“It means you´re very cute and I like it.”

“Ah.”

“My cute little bun bun~”

While Illumi was admiring himself in the mirror, you had to resist the urge to braid his luscious hair, simply gathering it in a ponytail and then taking a seat in front of him.

Illumi´s mind wandered to the rest of the bathroom. You really had taken the time to tidy and clean everything and even decorate. Everything smelled so good! The light-scented candles held a soothing glow and they smelled sweet, as if Illumi just had to stick out his tongue and receive candy. You had placed them on every available surface, creating a big palette of colours that put his mind at ease. The products sitting neat next to them had big beautiful names and colourful packaging. Together with the tasteful instrumental music they made Illumi feel something he didn´t before. A thrill of anticipation.

“We´re starting off with a cleanser.”

Illumi´s watchful unblinking eyes followed every step of the routine. He sat there a little stiffly in a tailor-fashion, yet it reminded you fondly of a watchful cat. Or bunny, in this case. The outfit was so cute on him! It was a pity he wouldn´t let you take a picture.

You started to apply the soap-like foam onto his face with gentle care. Your nails were cut short just for this occasion and the way you worked the product into his skin was light and even. Your touch made him want to flinch, with how light and gentle it was, yet Illumi willed himself to hold still.

When would it start to sting? Illumi anticipated the pain, yet he trusted you. Whatever would happen, whatever would come, he wouldn´t flinch away. Even if you hurt him, he would be able to take it.

“Is this okay?”

“It is.”

You watched Illumi for signs of discomfort, a little concerned since he still wasn´t able to relax. It looked like he was preparing for the worst, even though you had mobilized everything to arrange a relaxing spa day... Ye the longer you brushed over his face, the heavier his eyelids became.

“Do you like it?”

“...”

His eyes closed and he started to relax. His shoulders became heavy, his hands slipped from his thighs into his lap where they loosely intertwined.

“Lumi?”

“Mh.”

Illumi wondered, when was the last time someone had taken care of him that way?

There was a memory from when he was about 3. He had fallen face first into the mud while running. Branches and dirt and pebbles had hurt his skin, yet by this age he had already learned not to cry. Illumi tried to remember. Had he already been numb to pain then?

One of the pebbles had lightly pierced through his cheek, resulting in an ugly wound that started to bruise. His mother had started yelling, fussing over his face and ushering him inside. She´d been angry and Illumi had felt responsible, mentally preparing himself for punishment. But then she had sat him down in her room, in her high chair in front of her vanity and tended to the wound under his eye with maybe the tenderest care he had ever seen in her.

“Illumi? I said do you want to wash your face yourself or do you want me to do it for you?”

You giggled when Illumi´s dark eyes shot back to your face. He had been zoning out for a while, probably lulled in by the soothing patterns on his face. For a second he just stared at you.

At you or at his mother, who had been wearing her hair down, then. Her beautiful locks of hair were black as night, just as his. His mother´s fussing had made him feel important, cared for.

“You do it.”

There was no force between his words. They came out slowly, eyes trained on your face as you smiled. Wordlessly you took a fluffy white washcloth and dipped it into a bowl with warm water.

“Close your eyes.”

You gently took a hold of his chin, just so much so that it would stay in place, as you began cleaning off the product. Illumi´s skin felt different now. Smoother, but dry.

“Next up is exfoliating!”

With far more fun that you´d imagined, you started rubbing the gel peeling into his skin. You had seen an instruction in a youtube tutorial earlier that day. When your thumbs brushed over his cheekbones in a circular pattern, Illumi let his eyes slip shut. You kept working gently on his face, eradicating non-existent little bumps and imperfections on his perfect glass skin. It was probably owed to his perfect diet and frequent intake of water... sometimes you were so jealous of that wonderful bastard.

Meanwhile Illumi thought about the pattern you used for the massage. Half a circle...

´Illumi. Keep up!´

His father had drawn the same pattern on the mat with his bare foot when he drew it back. Illumi hadn´t known then, that he´d done it to gain force and use it to punch his son square in the jaw.

`If you can´t evade my fist, how will you defend yourself against an enemy who attacks from the front? Illumi, they won´t have mercy like me. That is your first lesson.´

It had been the first time his father had openly punched him. Illumi had trembled in pain, holding his cheek with his tiny hand while trying to swallow his sobs.

`I trusted you, papa. I never thought... I never thought you would hurt me.´

Illumi´s eyes shot back open. His hands were gripping both your wrists, thumbs pressing into your palms and tilting them back.

A little gasp escaped Illumi´s mouth. His ears still rang with the blow of his father´s fist. Only after the noise had subsided did he notice.

In the same second he released you immediately. His heart beat wildly in his chest, spurring him on to fight, even though there was no actual danger. Even though you had never done anything to hurt him.

Your hands, they were so gentle, so soothing. They had brought him nothing but joy. There was no doubt in his mind that you were harmless.

“I should leave.”

He didn´t want to see your face, he couldn´t. After all, he had brought you damage. A flaw in a perfect system. Even though Illumi couldn´t decide if the flaw was his self-control or letting you close in the first place.

You went after him, grabbing onto his sleeve in the doorway.

“Illumi, listen to me.”

He didn´t move a muscle. He should go back home. His father would fix him. That was if he could forget you.

“I know it wasn´t the best idea to sit in front of you and repeatedly touch your face while you´re feeling vulnerable. I know you. I know have those patterns.”

Why did you have to say these words? They cut right into his soul with how true you were. It was unbearable yet Illumi couldn´t bring himself to walk away. Why couldn´t he just leave?

“Illumi...I want to walk through them together with you and for us to create new ones. New patterns, new memories, new routines.”

Why had he let a civilian come into his life? The needle he´d grabbed on instinct in his other hand when he´d grabbed you had almost come in contact with your skin. But you hadn´t even noticed.

“Don´t be a fool. I hurt you. It´s like father said. He let me live my own life, knowing I´d make a mistake and realize that there is only one way.”

Slowly, you walked around until you faced him.

“Illumi. Look at me.”

Reluctantly, the black-haired man raised his gaze. His eyes looked wet with frustration.

“You aren´t flawed. You´ve been put in a system where being perfect is unachievable. But look.”

You outstretched your hands, palms up. Upon further inspection, there were no bruises. No marks. Not even a red tint from where he had grabbed your wrists.

“You never hurt me, Illumi. Your grip was so gentle, somehow you must´ve known it was me. You see? There is no flaw.”

You beamed up at him.

“For me, you´re perfect. I love you, Illumi. I wouldn´t want you any other way.”

There was no flaw... he hadn't actually hurt you. Illumi's initial frustration started dripping down his cheeks.

For a long time, he wouldn´t let go.

With the utmost care he wrapped you in a hug, burrowing his face against your hair.

"Thank you. For letting me stay."

[2-cute-4-school]

NCT Dream reaction to you getting your wisdom teeth removed

Mark

babysitting the dreamies is part of his daily job so he thinks ‘how hard can it be to take care of you for a few hours pffft’

he’s never regretted underestimating you so bad in his entire life ◑.◑

you’re not just a nightmare

you’re THE ULTIMATE NIGHTMARE

he was so embarrassed when he had to gently drag you out of the dentist’s office while you were crying cuz

“mY TOOTH!! mark, i lost my tooth, what am i gonna do?!?! i should have put a leash on it, i knew it!!!! now it’s gone and it’s all my fault!!!!” (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

*ugly sobbing* *mark awkwardly patting your back while pulling you away from the scrutinizing glares of a few karens in the waiting room*

“mark. i didn’t even get to name it!!!”

poor bby cheetah mark is SO lost

“baby, hey, don’t cry! we’ll uh…. i’ll get you a new one!” ヾ(ﾟДﾟ;ヾ)

you look up with your glassy eyes and your right cheek chubbier than your left from the cotton lodged where your tooth used to be, your bottom lip trembling oh so cutely 

and mark just…stops functioning for a moment because

‘HOW CAN ANYONE BE SO CUTE BUT SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS AT THE SAME TIME IT’S NOT FAIR !!??!?!?’

“ rweally? would you really do that for me, markie?” (◞‸◟；)

“ASFKSFRDACGCS YES LOML ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING JUST SAY THE WORD AND I’LL BRING THE MOON TO YOUR FEET YOU PRECIOUS LIL BABY” ⊂（♡⌂♡）⊃

 and he still insists he’s not 120% whipped for you can you believe it

he ends up piggybacking you all the way back home because your giggles were just too cute for him to resist so he can’t even get tired with how happy he is to witness you so carefree and joyful

and his heart just melts when you leave a huuuge kith with the loudest *MWAH* ever on his cheek and you nuzzle your nose in the crook of his neck that’s like the fatal combination of cute acts ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

in conclusion : this man just adores you with every bit of his heart :((((

Renjun

probably asked kun to pick you both up from the dentist 

you’re just too much for him smh

you’re cute and all but renjun is a tired uncle

so you’re both in the backseat with kun as your driver and it’s silent

renjun just knows something is wrong there’s no way you’re so calm 

but you’re just staring at him like ◎_◎

“uh..babe, you alright?”

silence and then *GASP*

renjun just knows he’s about to facepalm himself into another dimension when you grip his cheeks in both hands

“you’re a fAIRY!!!!!!!” (*ﾟﾛﾟ)

*sigh* *muffled words* “y/n let’s calm down and just-”

he doesn’t get another word out before you shove his face in your lap and literally raise his shirt up to the nape of his neck

damn beach you know what you want huh go off

“where are they???!!?!?! where are you hiding them you impostor??!!!?”

and then you start slapping his back

“ow ow OW, Y/N WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? STOP !!”

“YOUR WINGS!!! WHERE ARE YOUR FRICKIN’ WINGS ?!?!?” (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

renjun is this 👌 close to knocking you out for good with a karate chop

so he just pushes you off and straps you to your seat with a second safety belt as he huffs under his breath

“i can’t guarantee you’ll live to see next week” (⊙_◎)

kun watching in the rear mirror like （͡°͜ʖ͡°）

“you know what? i’d really eat some chicken wings right now!! jun, let’s go get chicken wings!!!” ⊂((・▽・))⊃

he’s surprised you even remember his name

but you eventually exhaust yourself and pass out in the backseat of the car so renjun and kun drag you to bed 

and renjun just tucks you in like the soft loving boyfriend that he is

and he just stares at you fondly and smooches you all over your face cuz

“how tf can you be so cute, you lil overexcited evil? you’re like the cutest thing in the world and it just!!!not!!!fair!!!!!” (♡ ‸ ♡ )

so even though he complains about you a lot, he’d sell his kidney just to see his lil cute bub happy i’m so soft :((((

Lee Jeno

“let’s go to the playground!!”

“y/n, no, let’s go home and put some ice on that cheek”

“but baaaabe i wanna go one the swing” ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

“then we’ll have to ice both cheeks”

“what did ya say???!!?!”

so jeno’s headache only worsened once you both arrived home with no prior stop to the playground

and as much as he loves you he also wants to bang his head against a wall and end his suffering yay o((*^▽^*))o

“just stay still for a second please, i’m really trying to tie this thing properly around your head”

you’re just so restless and jeno is just so done

“does it hurt?”

“ywes, my heart hurts because my own boyfriend doesn’t love me!!!”

“y/n, we already had this conversation, now just-”

“i just wanted a swing!!!” *bursts into tears* *jeno sighs half of his soul out* ଽ (৺ੋ ௦ ৺ੋ )৴

so jeno sits down beside you and pulls you into his lap gently, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to soothe your sobs jeno best boyfriend no cap

“there there, baby, we can’t go out-” *sobs intensify* “BUT i promise i’ll get you a swing right here if you let me take care of you first”

you leech yourself onto jeno’s sleeve and wipe your tears on his shirt but he doesn’t seem to mind the wet patch left on the material as he watches you with that soft look of his (´-ω-`)

so you let him patch you up after his reassurance and after he just pats your head affectionately and motions for you to stand up

and this man just flexes his arms and nudges you to latch on

that’s how jeno ends up with a squealing you as you swing back and forth with your fingers gripping his arm ╰(✧∇✧╰)

Lee Haechan

you want to pretty him up

because “since my left cheek looks like it’s stuffed with a tennis ball, i can’t carry the visuals in this relationship for a while, so i need to hand the responsibility over to you”

“who even said you’re the one carrying the visuals” ℃ↂ_ↂ

“oh honey you’re only now realizing?”

(╬☉д⊙)⊰⊹ฺ

he blames the anesthesia for your severe accusations

but the only way to shut you up is give in to your wishes

so that’s how he found himself seated down on the carpet of your home with your legs draped over his and your totally professional make up applied over his face

“i look like a clown”

“not even make up can cover your true identity, hyuck”

deep breaths, donghyuck, in and out, take it easy (◎ω◎*)

“any preferences for the nail polish color?”

“to match my soul”

“so hot pink” o(≧∇≦o)

*poker face* “you know i could obliviate you if i wanted to clown you”

*pout that hurts hyuck’s lil heart* “but you wouldn’t do that to your hurting baby, would you” *blinks rapidly with puppy eyes*

“you bet i would” (no he wouldn’t you’re just too cute and he loves you too much) *totally not whipped (♥ω♥*)*

painting his nails is the hugest struggle in your entire life

“WHY TF ARE THEY SO SHORT, ARE THEY TAKING AFTER YOU”

on second thought, mercy is no longer available for you

“hyuck, you should tape your fingers so you won’t bite your nails like a preschooler anymore”

“i’ll tape your mouth shut, that’s what i’ll tape” *_*

“hUH???!?!!?”  (*ﾟﾛﾟ)

Na Jaemin

“okay jisung is an easy task compared to you right now”

even though this man is used to being the mom of the group

he’s still most likely in disbelief watching his otherwise angel flap around like a headless chicken 

but you’re even cutter with your swollen cheek so he forgives you (︶▽︶)

“hey, jaem, did you know i’m closely related to snails??”

“entertain me” (∩_∩)

“they can sleep for years at once. that’s like my main talent.”

“it would be great for me if you’d put this talent of yours to work now”

jaemin ends up sprawled over the couch and watching dramas like a tired mom of 3 hyperactive children with you curled up at his side playing games on his phone

*hiccup*

jaemin’s brain before he even registered the sound : something’s wrong

“y/n baby?” (｡•́︿•̀｡)

*hiccup* *sniffle* *hiccup* 

jaemin’s overprotective instincts kicked in ಠ╭╮ಠ

he knocks the phone out of the way and swings your legs over his lap to cradle you against his chest and hush you with the gentlest coos while rubbing your back up and down softly

“what happened, my love? does it hurt? tell nana what’s wrong and he’ll get rid in a second of what dared hurt his precious baby” just imagine this man this would be like the peak of my life  🥺

so in between your boyfriend’s comforting whispers and your harsh breaths of air you managed to let out a few words

“e-elephants, nana”

he already knows the biggest facepalm is coming his way -_-

“tHEy CAn’T jUmP, tHE poOR ELephANTs”

(ノ-_-)ノ~┻━┻

he just sighs and continues rocking you in his arms until you doze off, slumped on his chest, your head cushioned by his shoulder

he softly shakes his head at you and lays a butterfly kiss on your forehead

“i would make elephants jump just for you, my cute big baby” ♡♡(￫ε￩*)

Zhong Chenle

he halfway panics at the way you act

you’re usually the one who takes care of him so your childish act that surfaced because of the anesthesia took him by surprise

“dude they brainwashed y/n” (ﾉ｀□´)ﾉ

once you start babbling to him about the end of the rainbow and the elf that awaits there with a pot full of golden coins he knew you lost it

calls renjun

“hyung i’m sorry for saying you’re batshit crazy with your conspiracies, but aliens kidnapped y/n”

*muffled voices on the other side*

“NO, I’M NOT DRUNK!! they brainwashed y/n or even worse… returned a cheap copy of them”

renjun probably just tells him to put you to sleep and advises chenle to do the same with himself -_-

so chenle just approaches you very carefully, his voice barely above a whisper

“hey, babe, aren’t you tired?”

“actually no, how about a walk in the park???”

“idk y/n, it doesn’t seem like the best idea”

“PLEASE”  🥺

“THIS IS THE BEST IDEA OF THE YEAR BABY!!!11!!”

this man is royally whipped for you so he takes you to the nearest park and keeps a careful watch on you as you bend down to pet every dog that passes by ⊂((・▽・))⊃

while he would do anything for you, he’s very panicky about your safety so he has to hold your hand the entire time and you’re not allowed to leave his side for even a second overprotective boyfriend check

mid walk you take a break on a bench and you lean your head on cheble’s shoulder before muttering sleepily

“lele, i’m tired, imma take a nap”

“are you serious rn” (ಠ_ಠ)

but you’re already a goner and chenle is left fuming by himself

despite his annoyance he still adjusts you so he can piggyback you home and hums songs softly every time you stir (灬♥ω♥灬)

you’ll have to baby him an entire week to pay him back

Park Jisung

this boy is actually quite pleased

because for once he can take care of you and not the other way around without any complaints coming from you

so you both end up curled into each other under a blanket while watching the Frozen movies :((((((((

and for once he ends up watching you more than he watches the movie because you’re so cute reciting all of Olaf’s lines ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱

but the fun can only last for so long

and when your mouth starts feeling ‘funny’ jisung’s mind goes haywire

“sung, i’m gonna die”

panic panic PANIC (ｼ;ﾟДﾟ)ｼ

“they poisoned you didn’t they??? i knew it!! i knew dentists are evil, how am i gonna explain i let crazy doctors perform dark magic on you???!!?!?” no offense to dentists y’all are life savers

so you have at least 2 ice packs and a bag of frozen peas clutched against your cheek and you swear you’re about to die from frostbite rather than the weird feeling coming from your teeth 

and then jisung wraps you in a mountain of blankets cuz ‘we can’t have you catching a cold now too’ as if sweating your ass off is gonna fight off the numbing cold on your face  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but babie is confused a tad lot bit scared for both his and your life

and you’re kinda very dazed so comforting him isn’t really in your agenda

he probably worries within an inch of his life ヾ( ๑´д`๑)ﾂ

too afraid to let you fall asleep just in case

so every time you doz off sweet cutie jisung just kithes you (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

and you wake up just to kiss back your cute boyfriend

and he just chuckles and blows raspberries on your neck man jisung would be such a cute whipped boyfriend

but he ends up asleep next to you with his face buried in your hair and arms tightly wrapped around you cocooning you close to himself ah i’m getting soft again ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

[clairecrive]

“Closeness”- Bane x reader

A/N: I’m back you guys! Writing this was like a breath of fresh air and it got me back to writing.This was supposed to be short and sweet but it turned out long and fluffy. I mean I’m not mad about it and I hope you won’t either. 

Summary: Bane comes home after a long work day, his mind still caught up on something that happened during the day, so his significant other takes it upon themselves to cheer him up.

Word count: 2.4K

Tw: cockworming, nudity but it’s mostly fluffy 

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The bed creaked when Bane sat on it to remove his shoes. It was late at night and he had just gotten home while you were engrossed in the book you decided to read while waiting for him.  The scene was familiar for both of you as this happened almost every night: if he'd come home at a reasonable hour, he'd find you in bed with a book or watching tv so that you wouldn't fall asleep and could see him whenever he'd get home. You had learned not to approach him right away, as when he had had a bad day he would usually come home still worked up about it and was liable to snap. So you waited for him to give you some kind of signal, wondering what was going to be tonight.

It came in the form of a long sigh. The boots were discarded on the floor and the bones in his neck popped as he stretched it to relieve some tension. It caught your attention as it was an unusual sound to come from him. Anger and stress translated into restlessness and groans and while he manifested rage by being extremely calm and cold on the outside making him look scary and unpredictable, observing him now you deduced that that wasn't it. It was something else.

Closing the book, you kept a close eye on him. His stance didn't appear tense, on the contrary, his shoulders slouched. And if the sigh hadn't alarmed you enough, noticing this certainly did. Bane never slouched. His posture was always correct and proper, his back straight and chin up.

Something was definitely bothering him.

"Babe?" you quietly called him trying to test the waters. A grunt was all you got.

"Everything alright?" your voice a little stronger, your worry evident. He just lowered his head and held it in his hands and although he didn't say anything out loud, his body let you know everything you needed to. You crawled on the bed stopping behind him. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you gently started massaging the zone trying to make him relax.

"What's wrong?" you softly in his ear after he had lifted it from his hands.

"I had a bad day but I do not wish to talk about it." He slightly turned his head to you and his tone matched yours albeit it came out a bit harsh because of his mask, but you had learned to understand him by now.

"Alright." Leaving a small peck on the side of his neck, you moved to climb off the bed. Bane's hand reached out to yours to stop you from getting away as if to check in with you and make sure he hadn't offended you somehow. Holding his hand, you gesture that you'd only be a moment, letting him know that he was fine.

Both of you had always been adamant on sharing whatever was troubling you right away instead of keeping it all bottled up as you both agreed on it being a bad habit. It didn't always work as it's easier said than done and while Bane, true to himself, came in strong and usually ended up demanding you to speak, you tried to be more mindful of his needs. You knew firsthand that sometimes you don't have the right words to express what you're feeling or you're not in the right state of mind to talk about it, so you tried to keep it in mind when dealing with him.

What you found always worked with him was creating a safe zone where he felt comfortable enough to share whatever was on his mind. Due to his lifestyle, Bane doesn't let go easily. This meant that he did not trust easily but even once he had allowed you in, he still tended to keep everything to himself. At the beginning it was a problem, you didn't know each other that well and you took his reluctance to open up as a lack of trust from his part. Filling the tub and lighting some candles, you smiled fondly at the memory of his awkward attempt to explain and to reassure you that that wasn't the case. His eloquence oddly failing him when he had to talk about his feelings.

When the water had reached the desired level, you turned the tap off and poured your rose-scented soap that you knew he secretly loved.

"Babe, come here." You knew he was probably already looking at you, he had a problem with staring that you had already addressed before, but either way, he kept doing it and with time his eyes on you didn't make you tense or anxious but felt natural.

"I would have thought you had already taken your bath seeing as it's past midnight." He said once he saw what you had been up to, totally misreading the situation.

"This isn't for me," you cooed at him implying that it was for him but all he did was arching one of his eyebrows and look at you sceptically. So you took matter into your own hands and started unbuttoning his vest. With every garment that came off, a kiss was placed in its place.

"A hot bath will do you good." His stance previously so tense, grew looser as the items of clothing came off and your kisses and caresses were the only things he could feel. Trailing softly on his skin from his collarbone, one of your hands came to his and gently coaxed him towards the bathtub. It seems that whatever put him in this mood was so bad that Bane let you lead him where you wanted without making a fuss.

He lowered himself in the bathtub and as soon as the warm water hit his aching muscles a groan left his mouth. Happy that it worked, you watched as he shuffled to find a comfortable position to lay in and when he settled, you reached for the soft sponge you had already set out and gently rubbed it on his chest.

He opened one of his eyes at the new feeling, "I am no longer a child, I am capable of washing myself", he stated in his usual as-a-matter-of-fact tone but he didn't make a move to stop what you were doing.

"Close your eyes and relax," you replied without missing a beat. "You've had a bad day so I'm taking care of you. I know you're capable of doing it but I am also capable of washing and pampering you and so I'll do it." Sarcasm filled your voice - you were amused at his antics more than anything. You didn't stop your movements, scraping away the dirt with the sponge and then making sure to give more attention to all the spots you knew were bothering him; you take your time and make sure that every part of his body is taken care of. Soon enough you reached his legs and took your time in rubbing his feet. You could only imagine how sore they were after more than 24h of standing. You've never met someone as hardworking as Bane in your life, it was one of the things you admired in him but at the same time, after living with the man for a while, you realized with what personal sacrifice it came with. He was one of those men who put work first- not only above his personal life but also his health. You had tried countless of times to get him to find a healthier balance and if the walls of your home could speak, they'd tell of his stubbornness.

"It's late y/n, you should be in bed."

"Don't worry babe, I don't mind. I like taking care of you." You smiled at him before moving your attention on his other foot.

You knew he was deep into the narrative of "I'm the man, therefore, I'm the one who has to take care of you", however, you thought it was utter bullshit. Yes, you liked how careful and mindful of you he was. What you didn't like was him refusing to accept the fact that you wanted to take care of him too and that allowing you to wouldn't make him less of a man. It was just a way to show him that you loved him. And maybe he had finally got it too because he doesn't fight you anymore as much as he did in the beginning.

"Why don't you join me?" he asked after a while and when you opened your mouth to answer him he spoke again as if he already knew what you were going to say, "I'd like to hold you."

Sometimes, Bane had the ability to disarm you. To leave you completely clueless as to how to react to what he did, or in this case, said. Usually, it was with his eloquent way of speaking and his complex thought process that he would always leave you to marvel at him and at how lucky you were to be with him. Very rarely though, he'd say something so sweet, in a way so simple that a warm and fuzzy feeling took over your body and you were suddenly rendered speechless.

So, you usually gave up trying to give him a worded answer and resorted to action, quickly undressing so you could join him.

He was so big that he took up all the available space in the tub but before you could wonder where to sit, his hands steadily guided you until you were laying on him. As your arms circled his chest, your face buried in his neck and he guided your legs around his waist. You couldn't be closer than this and as his arms tightened around you, you figured it was exactly what he wanted. And as for you, you'd never turn down cuddling time.

"Sometimes, I find it hard to believe that you're mine." His voice cut through the quiet atmosphere of the bathroom, his mask stroking your shoulder where it was resting. There was something in his voice that gave you chills. Sensing that this statement hide something more serious underneath, you pushed yourself up and gently perched on his chest so that you could look into his eyes while speaking.

"I don't know what happened today, but whatever it is, it has nothing to do with how I feel about you. Nor could it ever change it." You reminded him while his face leaned on your hand that was stroking his cheek.

"Unless what you did today was cheating on me. That would definitely change things," you added to lighten the mood sure in your heart that he'd never do it. "But I'm sure that's not the case, is it?" It was more of a rhetorical question really but it was to lure him out of that bad space his mind was in at the moment.

"I would never do that to you." He confirmed and you smiled brightly at him. Words failed to express how much you loved this man, you hoped that your eyes were doing a better job.

"You are loved and you are worthy of it." You continued with a more serious tone.

"You are lovable and I do love you, Bane." You pecked the grate of his mask letting your words sink in before speaking again. "Do not listen to that nasty voice in your head that tells you otherwise. You are everything I need and even more that I could want. I am lucky to have you because you're special. You're brilliant, the brightest man I know, fiercely loyal, you're good at everything you do and you're so hardworking. Last but not least, you make me feel like the most special girl in the world."

"I am the lucky one." His fingers trailed lightly your back while he mirrored your smile. At least you figured as much by the way his eyes narrowed.

"Let's agree the universe smiled at both of us that day, hm?" Another peck was left on where his mouth was supposed to be and you went to your comfortable position on his chest when something poked your attention.

"I thought you were tired," you gasped in mock surprise when there was no doubt on what it was. And, as a matter of fact, Bane didn't even attempt to hide it. His hands simply moved to your lower back and pushed you to him to create some friction.

"I crave the closeness, nothing has to happen." Almost as if to shush you, one of his hands cradled your head and pushed it further into his neck while the other moved you up on his body so that you were perfectly aligned with him.

"Baby, there's no way we can get closer than this." But of course, he was already working on proving you wrong. And you understood you were once he slowly pushed into you and despite being skin to skin, only now you felt like you were one.

"I never would have guessed you liked cock warming," you pointed out after a while. Both of your fingers were caressing the other's skin at leisure. The water was still warm and the soft light from the candles only added to the already relaxed atmosphere. There was nowhere else you'd rather be right now. Not even your bed.

"I'll admit that I've never cared for the intimacy it offered before." Ugh, this man was definitely after your heart.

"I can see what you mean. I agree It's not something you can do with everyone." You ought to be comfortable enough with your partner to do something like this. Now, being comfortable with yourself was a challenge of its own for you, so for you to be naked on him while he could see and feel everything was a love confession alone. And Bane knew that it was why he had never asked to this before.

In your own way, both of you was saying something to the other just by laying there together. And being so in tune with the other, both of you were aware of it. With every caress and every second that passed, the only thing you could feel was your heart swell with gratitude for the human you held in your arms.

[babbushka]

Invitation Only

Bond Villain!Kylo Ren x 007!Reader 

3.5k ; NSFW (69, oral sex (m & f receiving) fingering, come eating, come swallowing, mirror sex, PIV)

Inspired by some prompts requesting masquerade/costume party with BV!K

Available on AO3

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Sometimes, you can’t help but think as you make your way down the grand staircase, being an agent really does pay off.

It’s shockingly easy to sneak into the party, the ball. Because that’s what it is really, a grand costume ball hosted on Halloween. It’s the perfect opportunity for you to slip through the doors, everyone is wearing masks and therefore could be anyone in the world. By that same token, you could be anyone, and for tonight, you relish in the opportunity to be no one; the opportunity to simply enjoy the party, and try to gain some intel for Mi6. There were no attacks planned tonight, no fights – you didn’t even have any guns on you this evening.

No, you were here simply to mingle with the best of the worst; the most powerful criminals, evil villains and masterminds that the world had to offer.

So it should make sense, that you would run into Kylo.

You knew he would be here, of course. In fact, you had almost been counting on it, you had dressed for it. You knew he’d be here, and you knew that he knew you’d be here too, so you made sure to put on your most elaborate ball gown, hair done up to the nines, and of course a beautifully crafted mask tied around your face. You knew he’d appreciate the effort, and that he’d come find you to tell you just how much.

However, you hadn’t expected him to take his time finding you. You’d been at the costume ball for nearly two hours, a martini glass in one hand and a winning smile the only thing keeping you company as you rejected offers for dances from men and women alike. Kylo wouldn’t have been too pleased with that, you smirk to yourself behind your glass, and you weren’t here to cause a scene.

It’s elegant, the party. Set in one of these rich old men’s rich old homes, a castle atop a hill in the south of Germany proudly hosts nearly three hundred guests. Ornate candelabras and chandeliers are lit with the orange glow of candles, there are servants walking around with silver trays of food and drink, the baroque music is played by a lively orchestra, and henchmen and masters alike enjoy the merriment on the dance floor.

You have relocated to the upper level of the ballroom, one hand skimming along the banister railing that prevents guests from toppling down off the balcony which overlooks the dance floor. Eyes cast downward, you search through the group of beautifully organized dancers, trying to find the handsome villain you have come to adore.

When he comes up silently beside you, you grin.

“Are you aware that this party is invitation only?” Kylo muses, his voice deep.

You do not turn to face him, instead captivated by the way the dancers spin and move around one another, choreographed steps that have you itching to join them. Taking a sip of your martini, you smile.

“Who’s to say that I wasn’t invited?” You counter. The both of you know you weren’t invited, but what did it matter? You were here, you weren’t causing any trouble, there was no cause for alarm.

Kylo grins and puts his hand on the railing close to yours. He’s wearing gloves, the same as you are; but where yours are long satin opera gloves that go up to your elbow, his are short made of cotton, white and pristine.

“Finally decided to see the light and join the better side, have you?” He murmurs, voice low in your ear as he steps a little closer to you. He too casts his gaze down to the view below, approvingly.

“Maybe I have, or maybe I wanted an excuse to dress up, we’ll never know.” You shrug, finally turning to look at him.

“It’s a beautiful costume, but I’d much rather see what you’re hiding underneath it all.” He’s all teeth when he grins at you, sinister and handsome beyond belief.

Getting a good look at him, you rake your eyes over his body. He’s usually formal, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him in casual dress, but tonight he has truly taken it up a notch. He’s wearing a white bowtie along with his top hat and tails, his starched shirt handsomely pressed and near blindingly clean. His mask is nothing more than a thin strip of gauzy black fabric over his eyes, and you raise a brow. It does nothing to conceal his identity, unlike the more traditional masquerade mask that you sport.

“Incorrigible.” You swat his shoulder as you link your arm around his, allowing him to lead you away from the banister and down the stairs. “And what are you supposed to be?”

“I’m the tall dark stranger your parents warned you about.” Kylo replies easily, and you bite back a groan at his lines. Kylo is nothing if not dramatic, after all.

“Sorry, is that supposed to impress me?” You reply sarcastically instead, and Kylo chuckles, a low rumble in his chest that blooms into your side from where you’re holding onto him.

“Did it?” He teases.

“No.” You lie, and he only grins again. You’ve missed that smile, even though you’d never let him know that.

“Then no.” He lies right back, and before you can say anything else, he frowns suddenly. “You haven’t danced with anyone all evening.”

That observation doesn’t surprise you, but you feel the need to give him some grief about it anyway. Kylo leads you through the dance floor, the two of you wandering and meandering through joyous couples on the marble tile, careful not to bump into anyone as they spin and bow and step in time to the music.

“Oh so you’ve been watching this whole time, have you.” A waiter passes you by, and you place your empty martini glass onto the tray as he goes, both your hands free for what you hope will be a fun dance. “I wonder why you didn’t come see me sooner.”

Kylo falters for a moment, and that’s a rare sight to see, the sight of him biting the inside of his cheek with nerves.

“I wasn’t sure that you’d want to see me…our last meeting did not end as well as I always hope.” He replies quietly, and you sigh.

The last time you had seen one another was nearly two months ago, an agency helicopter swooping down to pick you up from a rooftop shootout in Spain. Kylo had been the one shooting at you that time, and you back at him.

“I know you missed on purpose.” You shake your head, “You have better aim than that.”

Seemingly appeased, Kylo stops right in the middle of the dance floor and turns to face you fully. The music ends and everyone turns to applaud the orchestra. That had been a short dance, so they do not take a break, the conductor murmuring to her musicians and telling them of the next piece.

“Dance with me, just one dance.” Kylo bows deeply before you, and offers a hand.

You do not hesitate to take it.

This piece is slower, much slower. It is heavily piano based, as opposed to the lively strings of the previous music, and you can’t help but wonder if Kylo planned it this way. The crowd thins a little as well, those who had tired themselves out while dancing their hearts away retiring to the sidelines for a new crop of villains to take the floor.

Kylo’s hand is on yours, his other tucked behind his back as you both follow along with the dance. Kylo has always been elegant in his own way, in everything he does, and the dancing is no different. In fact, as the strings begin to swell along with the piano, you feel as though you’re the only two people in the entire castle. You look into his eyes through his thin mask, and he stares into yours, and that is it, it is just the two of you.

Candles glow all around you as you and Kylo walk around one another, as he holds your hand and bows to you, as he never keeps his eyes off of you. In the back of your mind, you know that everyone is watching you. You, the mysterious woman who has shown up to this party, dancing with one of the most notorious and dangerous criminals among them. Who were you to have won his attention? Oh, if only they knew.

“You’re very good at this.” You say softly, so that only he can hear.

“I’ve been practicing.” He admits readily, and you let out a little laugh at that, at the image of him roping one of the Knights of Ren into dancing with him again and again. They’re good sports, supportive of their master, you wonder if they’re here tonight on the dance floor elsewhere, showing off the moves they have had to learn.

“Now that does impress me.” You smile, and he beams.

The piece comes to an end a few minutes later, minutes spent gazing lovingly into one another’s eyes, quirked shy smiles and affectionate squeezes of hands. Once again, like with every other time you’re with Kylo, he doesn’t feel like an enemy. You don’t feel like you’re surrounded by people who want to kill you, you feel…accepted, welcomed, warm.

Those are dangerous feelings for an agent to have about her target, but you have them nonetheless.

“Shall we get out of here?” Kylo asks you discreetly as you applaud the orchestra once the music ends.

You nod, having hoped that the evening would take this turn.

 The room he brings you to is lavish, luxurious, gorgeous. It looks as though it’s never been modernized from the time the castle was built, whenever that must have been. A great big canopy bed takes up the majority of the room, red velvet drapes with golden ropes holding them open framing the mattress. You hardly have any time to look at anything else, before Kylo is taking you by the hand and bringing you to it.

You step out of your shoes and follow him, his hands frantically searching for the zipper, the button, the clasps anything that will get you out of these clothes and into his arms, and you laugh fondly at his enthusiasm. He’s so enthusiastic in fact, that he drops down to his knees and crawls underneath your giant skirt, his hands working to unclip your garters, to pull your stockings down, to mouth at your pussy through your underwear.

“Kylo!” You gasp and laugh at how bold he is, “Get up here.”

“Naked, I want you naked. There’s too many layers.” He growls, doing as he’s told. You reach behind yourself for the hidden zipper, and when Kylo finds it too, he gives it a hard yank.

“Don’t you dare rip this dress or I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out.” You snap when the dress protests with a creak, and Kylo only moans.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me baby.” Releasing your dress, his hands instead cup your throat, your cheek, as he kisses you sloppy hot and wet.

You kiss him back, unzipping the gown and letting it fall down your body. You remove your undergarments quickly as he kisses you still, his mouth insistent upon yours, his tongue firm and slick as it slides against your teeth. He’s still fully clothed, and he scowls about it, breaking away to begin shedding clothing of his own.

While he does that, you take the opportunity to climb up onto the bed. It’s massive, it feels like there could be five people fitting easily here, and it is so plush that you sink into it with a pleased hum. A fireplace crackles and snaps across the room, and though you’re naked in this big castle, you’re warm. Even warmer still, when Kylo’s naked body joins you on the mattress and pulls you tight against him.

He’s achingly hard, you can feel his cock brush against your thigh as he kisses you some more, touches you. His hand drifts down between your legs and he dips his fingers into the folds of you pussy, massaging and encouraging your cunt to drip all over him. You reach to do the same for him, but he shakes his head, kisses your jaw.

“Let me eat your pussy, I’ve been thinking about it for months baby, please.” He whispers, and you find that you would rather die than deny him.

“How do you want me?” You reply straight away, and he sucks in a breath, excited, eager, rife with anticipation.

“Sit on my face, right here.” He manhandles you a little until you get the hint, straddling his head, your knees on either side of his ears. He’s got you facing away from him, and hanging up on the wall is a grand ornate mirror in a gilded gold frame. Maybe he doesn’t notice, but you do, as he sighs and licks into you with an, “Attagirl.”

Your pussy throbs around his tongue, his fingers. He keeps two in you, rubbing at the front of your walls, thrusting in and out slowly while he licks and sucks at your cunt. Your nipples stiffen at once, and your hands come up to cup your breasts and give them a squeeze, the sensation going straight to your clit.

“Fuck,” You moan, “Fuck that’s good, Kylo,”

It’d been so long since you’d been pleasured like this, since you’ve had his nose prodding up into you, his fingers curling and crooking inside your body, stretching you, opening you up for what you’re sure will be the fucking of a lifetime when this is done.

You ride his face, hips moving of their own accord, wanting more, seeking more. You stare at your reflection, watch as you rise and lower yourself onto his tongue, how your pussy drools and soaks his chin, how he swallows it down with groans and hums and sighs of his own. You look up, there is a mirror there too, you wonder if Kylo’s able to see himself eating your cunt like this, or if his eyes are shut with pleasure.

“Your dick’s drooling for me.” You manage to sigh, “Let me take care of you Kylo.”

His thighs twitch and his knees bend, hips pushing up at the insinuation. He doesn’t stop licking sucking biting kissing fingering your pussy as you shift yourself forward so you can grasp the shaft of his cock with one hand and wrap your lips around the head that’s oozing pre-come just for you.

“Mmm!” Kylo chokes on your pussy with the first hard suck you give his cock, and you both laugh through it, laughter that turns to moans as he fingers you harder, eats you out faster, a challenge.

You’ve never been one to back down from anything, and you don’t plan on backing down from this. You hollow out your cheeks and work him down down down your throat, until your nose nestles in the thick black patch of hair, your neck bulging out from where you’ve managed to fit nearly all of him.

Bobbing your head, your hands wind around his thighs and stroke at his calves, teasing touches that have him gasping as he buries his face in your pussy.

“Fuck – baby – I’m gonna -- !” Kylo moans and grunts into your pussy as he thrusts his hips up and fucks your throat, wishing he had a hand in your hair to keep your head down, keep you steady.

You pull off him quickly so you don’t choke, just as his come spurts from the head of his cock, landing all over his stomach, the hard firm muscle twitching as you jerk him off, stroking every last drop you can squeeze out.

“God you’re good to me.” Kylo grunts, nearly blacking out when you lean down to lick away some of his come, the flat of your tongue scooping it up off his skin and swallowing it. He smacks your thigh playfully for the effort, makes you whine.

“Fuck it into me,” Your voice is raw, used, but you reach for one of his hands and guide it to the pool of come on his abs. “Make me come on yours, mix it together.”

Kylo does as he’s told, moans into your cunt as he smears his fingers through his own come and pushes them into you, coating your insides with it. He thrusts his fingers hard and fast, until you’re riding his face in earnest to meet his pace, watching through lidded eyes in the mirror as your tits bounce and your body sweats on top of his.

When you come, you drench Kylo’s face, and the slurping sounds that come from his mouth as he swallows you down have you coming even harder, until you’re shaking, thighs trembling, and you have to be moved by him to lay on your side.

“Holy shit I missed this.” You laugh, delirious with bliss, and Kylo only hums in agreement, his cock still hard.

He doesn’t reply, instead shuffling down a little to worry one of your nipples between his lips, his arms wrapping around your middle tight. You sling a leg over his hip and card your fingers through his hair as he kisses and licks at your breasts, the both of you trying to catch you breath, shocks of pleasure rippling through your nerves.

After a while, Kylo’s breathing evens out so much, that you’re not entirely sure he hasn’t fallen asleep with your tits in his mouth. You gently tug on one of his ears and he groans, the kind of groan deep in his chest that only confirms you were right.

“We can’t stay here Kylo, someone will surely find us.” You say regrettably, still very aware of the masquerade ball which continues on downstairs. Music is playing, people are talking and laughing, all of those sounds come seeping back into your consciousness as the post-orgasm glow fades from your mind.  

“If they do I will simply tell them to fuck off.” Kylo only holds you tight, nuzzles his face further into your cleavage.

“I know you think you can do whatever you’d like but really don’t you think that’s in poor taste?” You chuckle, amused, twirling pieces of his long dark hair around your finger and giving them a little playful yank.

“Why should it be? This is my castle.” Kylo suddenly is invigorated, and your eyebrows shoot up as he rolls you over so that you’re lying on your back.

Your legs fall open for him, and he easily works his cock into your stretched and relaxed cunt, pussy giving way to him happily, easily. He doesn’t thrust, just holds himself there, holds himself above you as realization dawns across your face.

“…This is yours?” You blink, wondering how you had never known before, wondering just how many other lairs he had.

“Of course.” Kylo leans down to kiss your throat, your jaw, nibbling at your ear. “I threw this party. I wanted to see you.”

Of all the dramatic, theatrical, over the top schemes! You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head and covering your face with embarrassment that you had fallen for such a thing. Surely he knew by now that he could just call you, he didn’t have to go planning something so elaborate.

But – then again, this was Kylo.

Yes he did.

“I hate you.” You grin, and Kylo only takes the opportunity to start moving his hips in earnest, to start fucking you with that never ending stamina he seems to have whenever you’re around, and you laugh, filled with bliss and pleasure as he corrals your legs around his waist, one pushing up his shoulder to get a deeper angle, making you gasp out, “I hate you so much!”

Kylo only grins right back at you, those crooked teeth wanting nothing more than to dig into your flesh, to leave their marks, their bruises in your skin as your mouth falls open and your back arches into his touch. You’re watching yourself through the mirror on the ceiling, and you think that this is a good look, you spread out on the bed under him.

Kylo can tell you’re thinking too hard, and that won’t do, not for this evening. In the morning you can both deal with the fact that you’ve gathered absolutely no intel, that you’re an agent, that you’re the agent – but for now, for now Kylo kisses you, and smiles against your lips as you moan around his cock, and whispers against your tongue,

“Why don’t you close your eyes and hate me some more?”

And you do, except that you don’t.

In fact, you’re sure that after tonight, you’ll never be able to hate him again.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Our Little Deal

Prompt: Training

Hatake Yua and Akimochi Choza

Words: 742

@narutoocevent

For: @clethan who wanted some Choza Love

Konoha was a beautiful village. With lush green grass, flowers blooming in every available patch of dirt, and warm sunlight shining down on the villagers. For the first time in her life Yua couldn’t spot a mountain of snow, or brown sludge anywhere she looked.

Living in such a beautiful place, she couldn’t help but go out for a walk every day and enjoy the weather. Even if Sakumo told her it would be easier to stay home. That she wouldn’t have to deal with people staring at her and spreading gossip among each other as long as she stayed at the Hatake compound.

There was just so much for her to see. No one could blame her for wanting to explore. If she was going to live in Konoha, she wanted to see every inch of it. The little shops are tucked away in the dark corners of the alleyways. All of the different plants that grew there, and the animals that ran through the streets.

“Yua-San!” Hearing a familiar voice calling out to her, Yua glanced down the path to see Choza running towards her with a bag of chips in hand and a smile on his face.

“I thought you were supposed to be training right now,” Sakumo had informed her that she was meeting up with his team to train for a bit. Even though all three of them were now Jonin, they still liked to spar once in a while to keep their skills sharp, and Sakumo used it as an excuse to check in on his old students. Ensuring they were still working cohesively as a team and assisting them if they weren’t working together perfectly. “Don’t tell me you’re late, Choza.”

“I forgot,” the Akimichi rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, showing more shame for his forgetfulness than either of his teammates ever would. Perhaps that was why Yua liked him the most. He was always such an honest kid. “I’m just hoping Sensei doesn’t scold me over it.”

“Mmm,” usually Yua would remind Choza of the importance of punctuality and training. Perhaps even lecture him a little for allowing such an important event to slip his mind. Today, however, she was feeling a bit nicer. Perhaps because this moment reminded her so much of those rare moments where Mifune would show his vulnerability to her and ask for her guidance. “If he asks about it, tell him I stopped you on the way over to help me with some groceries.”

Of course, now she would need to pick up some groceries to support Choza’s little lie. An easy task to fullfil, and a great excuse to walk through the market and peek around some of the shops.

Choza stared at her with wide, hopeful eyes. “Do you really mean it?” He asked, excitement dripping in his words. “Yua-san, you’re amazing!” He threw his arms open, preparing to hug her when he remembered her current condition and forced himself to take a step back. “When you have your baby, i’m going to make sure to bring them all of the best potato chips.”

The words caught Yua off guard for a second, but once she had processed them she laughed. A small, controlled laugh that was easy to muffle with her hand, but it was a stronger response than most people could get out of her. “I’ll keep you to that,” she promised, closing her eyes and giving him a soft smile. “Now get going. Sakumo is a patient man, but if you keep him waiting too long he will come looking for you.”

As if suddenly realizing where he was supposed to be, Choza rushed down the street with a ‘thank you’ and a slight curse when he just about ran into someone else along the way.

“Shinobi,” she muttered fondly, careful to keep her words low enough so that unwanted ears didn’t hear her. “What a strange bunch.”

No doubt they would say the same about her, though. With her ideals of honor and friendship, she was bound to raise a few eyebrows. She didn’t mind feeling a little out of place though. Where she was, surrounded by strange customs and new faces, was right where she belonged.

“Come on,” she whispered, placing a hand over her belly as if it would connect her to her child so that they could hear her words. “I think we deserve a treat before groceries.”

[worldoffanfiction2021]

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The family of three deities had bid adieu to their relatives in Quingqui and taken the magical boat to Bihai Cangling. Dijun and Fengjiu had both managed to handle their respective duties and arranged for messengers to visit them here at their new place of residence, actually their real home, for the next few months. They were all very excited about it.

Fengjiu was remembering their last visit fondly. The last time she had been here, she had spent some magical time with Dijun.

Dijun was also remembering his last visit. But there wasn’t any fondness in those memories for him. He had been there was to build the Star Light ward. He had not expected to come back alive to this place, much less to come back alive with his wife and son. He looked at Xiaobai and marveled at her. It had been her who had saved him and saved his home. She was the best. He lovingly played with her hair.

Gungun saw that they were about to reach to a beautiful landscape, the likes of which he had never seen. “Father, your home is so beautiful. It’s even better than the Sky Kingdom!”, he exclaimed clapping excitedly.

“Gungun’s reaction to Bihai Cangling is just like yours when you came here for the first time.”, said Dijun smilingly to Xiaobai. "It's your home too, Gungun. It’s our home.", he added. He liked the sound of that very much.

Xiaobai noticed that a lot had changed since she had last visited. Row of fruit trees and vines had been planted - grapefruits, pears and grapes. There was a long corridor with an artificial hill. The hill really looked like a real rocky mountain, just smaller than a mountain. On either side of the corridor there were beautiful trees of foiling flowers. Spiritual birds danced to ‘paying homage to the Phoenix’ near by.

Then there was a pavilion overlooking a lotus pond. White and pink lotuses swayed gracefully in a cool breeze there. White sandalwood on each side of the pavilion gave the seating area a perfect cover from sun.

Xiaobai recalled her own words from the last time she had visited. Dijun had done everything she had asked for. She was transfixed.

When they walked a little further, her jaw dropped to the floor. Sitting atop a slightly raised platform was a house. Not just any house - the bamboo house she had drawn! Oh, Dijun!!!! She stood dumbfounded with tears in her eyes.

Dijun realized she had stopped walking and turned around. When he saw her face he asked with worry, “What’s wrong? Did I mess it up?” Forgetting about Gungun watching them, she ran forward and hugged him. She buried herself in his arms and said, “No, Dijun. No mess up. This is perfect. You made our home. Our home!” She choked on her emotions and couldn’t say anything else. Dijun smiled and planted a kiss on her head.

Gungun was watching all this and came running. “Mother and Father are kissing again. I want a kiss too.”, he giggled. Dijun picked him up and twirled him high. His giggles and Dijun’s laughter filled the space. And Xiaobai’s heart. They were home.

When they went inside, Xiaobai realized that all the basic things they had planned for, had been done. There was a study, a living room and a well-lit, well ventilated kitchen. The large kitchen window overlooked the fruit trees. There were two identical rooms - one for Gungun and another for his little brother/ sister, as Dijun explained, his eyes hinting mischievously. It made Gungun very excited to think that he would have a playmate. Then there were a couple guest rooms. Dijun and Xiaobai’s  room was a spacious suite with a large bed. A foiling flower tree was the headboard of that bed. They even had a nice little hot spring next to their room.

“Dijun, the house is great, but there’s still work to do. We have to set up the kitchen, the wardrobes and such.”, began Xiaobai. “If I do everything, what will you do?”, he interrupted her, pretending to be arrogant and tapped her forehead. Then he leaned in and whispered in her ears “But I have already done so much work here. You owe me big this time.  I will collect my dues from you at night.” Seeing her cheeks instantly color up pleased him.

There was a balcony behind their room. It overlooked a large playground with targets set up for practicing archery, an open space for sword plays and martial arts. On one side was another building. “That is a workshop where we can forge weapons. I have also placed all the weapons I have made or collected in a room in there. I am sure you will like it.”, said Dijun. She looked at him with pride in her eyes. Dijun felt that all his efforts had been completely worth it.

“I am so hungry, mother. When can we eat?”, asked Gungun. “You and Father can put your things in your rooms. I will quickly get food ready.”, said Xiaobai patting him. They all went their separate directions and got busy.

After some time they all got together in the dining room and ate a simple but delicious meal. Fengjiu had found that right next to the kitchen was a vegetable and herb garden. She had picked some fresh veggies to prepare rice porridge and mushrooms-vegetables stir fry. Some lentil cakes rounded up the meal. She had always been good in cooking. Her years in mortal realm had helped her perfect  the art of making do with whatever was available.

After they cleared up all the food, Fengjiu wanted to go to her room and take a nap. But Dijun insisted they go to the lotus pond and catch some fish. She almost suspected that he wanted to keep her away from their bedroom. “May be he has made a mess in there with all the stuff. I better not go in there or else I will end up cleaning everything myself.”, she thought to herself as she followed her guys to the pond. When they got there, she rested her head in Dijun’s lap and dozed off happily.

She woke up a little while later when tiny hands were trying to tap on her head. "Mom, wake up! Look I caught a fish!! My first ever fish!!!", Gungun was showing off with eyes wide with excitement. She couldn't help by smile at him. "I will make sweet and sour fish for dinner tonight with this. You both like it, don't you?" She said. Two heads full of silver hair nodded in fervent agreement. "Like father - like son", she chuckled.

She completely lost herself in cooking dinner. In addition to sweet and sour fish, she also made sticky rice and soup. "For Dijun and Gungun. They need this nourishment.", she told herself. All this was gobbled up pretty quickly between the three of them.

After dinner they took off for a long walk that led them back to the weapon forge. Dijun took them in and Fengjiu was like a kid in the candy store. She enjoyed designing and creating mechanical weapons. Among other things, this was something she and Dijun had in common. Gungun was quite curious and looked around with amazement. But he was slowly beginning to get tired and needed to get to bed. So they all returned homewards.

"You take him to his room and get him ready for bed. I will bring him a glass of milk. He will sleep well with that.", said Dijun. Fengjiu nodded and walked away holding Gungun's little hand. In his room, she helped him bathe and change. They both were happy they didn't need to dye his hair anymore. As she was settling him in his bed, Dijun came in with a glass on milk in his hand. He made sure Gungun finished it up. Then they both dimmed the candles, kissed Gungun sweet dreams and left the room.

When they reached the doorstep of their bedroom, Dijun gestured Fengjiu to stop. "What's wrong?", asked Fengjiu puzzled. "Close your eyes.", ordered Dijun. "Why should I?", replied Fengjiu more puzzled. "Please, Xiaobai. Do as you are told.", Dijun coaxed her. So she sighed and closed her eyes. "You are acting very weird tonight.", she said.

She found herself being lifted in his arms. She felt the door opening and he walking in with her.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Feng Jiu asked. "Not yet, just a little bit longer.", Dijun replied. She could feel the smile in his voice.

"What's going on? I am opening my eyes now." She nagged him anxiously as she felt herself being lowered on something extremely soft.

"Wait. Just a few more moments.", Dijun replied as he adjusted her clothes. "Okay, you can open your eyes now.", he said.

She was so not ready for what she was seeing. The room had been transformed. It looked like a bride's chamber on a wedding night. There was an altar placed for heaven worship ceremony. Gold, white and purple lanterns adorned the ceiling. Matching candles, flower arrangements and curtains hung everywhere. Every seat in the room and the whole bed was covered in foiling flower petals. She was draped in her wedding gown. And then as she turned towards Dijun she saw that he himself was looking extremely handsome in his wedding attire. Nothing in the room was nearly as mesmerizing as the sight of the regal man himself. He took her breath away and she could not help but stare at him open mouthed.

"I never gave you a proper wedding. I have regretted that very much.", he said huskily as he walked towards her with a purple veil. "Tonight, let's get married, Xiaobai.", he said softly as he came close and arranged the veil over her hair. She didn't know what to say or do. She was completely under his spell.

He led her by her hand towards the altar. They kowtowed to the heaven and earth. They remembered her parents and kowtowed for them. Then they bowed to each other. Very carefully he lifted her veil and took her hands in his.

"In all three eternities you are the only one who has moved my heart, Xiaobai. You, little fox, will always belong to me.", he looked deeply into her eyes and promised possessively.

She smiled with stars in her eyes and promised him back, "In any eternity I will bring you in my life. Because I love you the most Dijun, you will always belong to me."

He leaned in and planted kisses on her face. He kissed her hair, her forehead, her eyes, her nose and then covered her lips with his. He felt her respond to him and deepened the kiss. She trembled and moved closer in his arms. Slowly he moved to her ear. "Ever since I have had this dress made for you, I have imagined so many ways I would like to undress you from it.", he teased huskily. "Um? So you got this elaborate and extravagant dress made only so that you could undress me from it?", she asked pulling back and squinting her eyes at him. "HHmm.. ", he pursed his lips and nodded solemnly. "You are so... ", she started to say, but completely lost her train of thought under his hot, hungry gaze. He claimed her lips again and started undressing her.

[merakiaes]

What’s Your Number? - Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: No other warnings than the fact that this isn’t proofread and I have no idea how many mistakes it’s got😂 And it might be a slight bit OOC, but whatever. I’m really writer’s blocked and discouraged right now so comments, reblogs and feedback would be greatly appreciated. I hope you like it, and remember that Criminal Minds requests are still open! 

Wordcount: 4430

Summary: When Spencer starts frequenting a bookshop and buying books that he’s already read, Morgan gets suspicious and is determined to find out what the young doctor is hiding. What he finds out is not what he was expecting but in the end, he gives Spencer the push he needs to make a move. 

It was a little past ten o’clock in the morning when Spencer walked into the office on Monday.

It was one of the rare but well-appreciated occasions where the team hadn’t been awoken and called into a case in the middle of the night, having been allowed to sleep in for a change, and Spencer had gotten a full night of rest much to his own surprise.

He was carrying his brown satchel over his shoulder like always, a book held open in his hand and another two held under his free arm. 

He had read all three of the books more than once, but he had nothing else to do so why not read them again when he already had them available?

He was staring down into the book in his hand as he walked into the bullpen, eyes rapidly following one line of words to the next, and the next, and the next, until it was time to flip the page.

He was so wrapped up in reading that he didn’t spare the others as much as a glance or a word as he passed them, heading straight to his desk and sinking down into his chair.

He flipped the page once again and rid himself of his bag without ever looking away from the book and the others halted their previous conversation to look at him, amusedly taking note of his concentrated behavior.

“Well, good morning to you, too.” Derek was the first to speak up, while JJ and Blake simply sipped on their coffee, awaiting the show that was sure to come if they knew the two men right.

Only then did Spencer look up from his book, his concentrated frown falling and his eyebrows shooting up.

“Good morning.” He replied after a moment of looking between his three friends, his face lighting up in a clueless smile.

His smile and childish persona was contagious, bringing all of them to chuckle fondly.

“You been going to the bookshop a lot lately?” Derek continued, pushing himself off the desk he was sitting on to take a small step closer to the younger boy.

“What? No, why would you think that?” Spencer wasted no time in asking, shutting the book in his hands and straightening in his seat.

Derek only raised an eyebrow in response, motioning a hand to the book in his hand and to the books on his desk, to which Spencer shrugged.

“I’m just reading a new book, is that so strange?” He questioned, and again, Derek raised his eyebrows, approaching his desk and sitting down right next to him to get close enough to grab one of the books.

“It wouldn’t be strange if it was the truth.” He answered, inspecting the cover. “But I know for a fact that you’ve read this book several times and I know the state of yours well enough to know that this is a new copy, which also goes for the rest of the books you’ve brought with you every day for the past couple of weeks. So…”

He looked up from the book to meet Spencer’s gaze again, putting the book back down and folding his hands in front of him.

“Why are you buying new copies of books you’ve already read and already own one, if not several, copies of?” He asked matter of factly and stared him down.

Spencer’s face fell and his tongue tied together as he tried to speak, stumbling over his words. “I- I spilled coffee on the old ones.” He lamely defended.

“All of them?” Derek raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Spencer shrugged.

“How do you spill coffee on a bookshelf?”

“The books were on the floor at that moment.”

“What were they doing on the floor?”

“I was color coding them.”

“Uh-huh.” Derek wasn’t convinced, eyes narrowing in suspicion when Spencer’s leg began bouncing up and down. “I’ve also picked up on the way you’re suddenly in a hurry to get back after all of our cases. Sneaking around, avoiding the subject, lying. What are you hiding, Reid?”

“I’m not hiding anything.” Spencer forced a tight-lipped smile and shrugged once again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Derek opened his mouth to probe some more into the young genius’s secretive behavior, but he wasn’t left the time to utter another word before Hotch walked into the room with a file in his hand, signaling for them to join him in the round table room.

Spencer could lie all he wanted but Derek knew something was going on with the way he more or less shot out of his seat to avoid any more questions, and he was not planning on letting it go until he got to the bottom of it.

And at the end of the week, he had successfully done just that.

Hotch, Blake, Rossi, Spencer and Derek were all stuffed into the same car on their way back from a successfully solved case. The latter was smirking smugly at the boy beside him, who didn’t seem to suspect a thing as he was once again too caught up in his book to notice his surroundings.

Derek continuously kept glancing between him and the road ahead of them to keep track of where they were, and when they eventually reached the right spot, he leaned forward between the two front seats where Hotch and Rossi were sitting.

“Hey, Hotch. Take a left up here.” He said, pointing his finger to the road in question.

Hotch spared him a questioning side glance. “Why?” He asked.

“Just do it.” Was the only answer he got, Derek squeezing his shoulder before leaning back into the backseat.

Hotch sighed but didn’t protest, turning a left just like he’d been asked to do. It was only then, as if out of instinct, that Spencer looked up from his book, his head rapidly turning left and right to locate where they were.

“Where are we going?” He asked, and Derek’s smugness only grew when he identified the look of realization and recognition in his eyes.

“Oh, don’t act like you don’t know, pretty boy.” He chuckled, not giving him any time to reply before turning his head back forward. “Right here is good, Hotch.”

Hotch slowly made the car come to a halt and Spencer gulped, absentmindedly closing the book in his hands as he looked out his window where they were now parked in front of a bookshop; a very familiar one.  

“So here’s the thing.” Derek said before anyone else could, causing Spencer to look back to him. “I did some digging and found out that you’ve been spending an awful lot of time at this specific bookshop, so I went ahead to find out what was so special about it. Nothing extraordinary at first look, just a bunch of boring books that I know that you’ve read before.”

Spencer’s lips were still pulled into a tight line, his face calm but his eyes and tapping fingers showing that he was everything but, and Derek leaned forward, eyes twinkling with amusement as he knew.

“But you can imagine my surprise when the cashier stepped out of the backroom and offered me her assistance.” He continued, smiling from ear to ear. “Pretty little thing, isn't she, Reid? Kind, smart, beautiful smile.”

Spencer’s ears burned hot and his thoughts automatically wandered, your face and the smile in question burning its beautiful image into his mind, immediately followed by the memory of the sweet scent of your perfume and the sound of your voice.

Derek was instantly overcome with a feeling of success when getting the exact reaction he was hoping for, but Hotch and Rossi, who were both dying to get home after a long drive, weren’t as amused.

“You brought us here to bully Reid?” Rossi asked from the passenger seat, throwing Derek an unimpressed glance through the review mirror. “You couldn’t do that at the office?”

Spencer snapped out of his thoughts and Derek momentarily let his eyes leave his to meet Rossi’s. “I brought us here because our boy has a crush that he’s been trying to hide from us so now that the cat’s out the bag, you know I have to help him slide in.” He explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and then turned back to Spencer, raising his eyebrows.

“So?”

“So what?” Spencer replied quietly, looking up from his hands.

“So, what's she like?” Derek asked, his eyebrows raising further and his entire body language suggesting that he was expectant.

But this time around, Spencer didn’t have the reaction he wanted, simply averting his eyes back to his hands and swallowing uncertainly. "Uh, I don’t know.” Was the only thing he could get out as a response. “I’ve never talked to her.”

Derek could only stare in disbelief, his eyebrows remaining high on his forehead, but his smile slowly falling.

“You go here every day and buy books that you’ve already read all because you’ve got a crush on the girl who sells them, and you don’t even talk to her?” He asked, slowly, like he was having a hard time believing it.

“I don't know what to say. I don’t have much experience when it comes to girls.” Spencer admitted sadly, and Derek let out a dry laugh.

“You don’t say.” He agreed.

“Are you gonna do this or what?” Hotch spoke up from the front seat then, following Rossi’s example and meeting Derek’s eyes through the review mirror. “I have to pick up Jack from Jessica’s in an hour and I have some paperwork to get through before that.”

The team leader was clearly annoyed, but everyone knew not to take it personal at this point, so all Derek did was to raise his hands in defense. “Hey, chill out, man. I'm helping our young prodigy get laid.”

“I'm not trying to get laid.” Spencer wasted no time in jumping in, and Derek turned back to him.

“Yeah, you are, trust me.”

Spencer gulped again, his eyebrows creasing together. “Well, I’d like to take her out first.” He said, and Derek laughed.

“Well, that's only to be expected from you, vanilla boy.”

“I'm no-“

“So this is what you’re gonna do.” Derek interrupted him and pointed a finger to the window. “You go in there, do what you usually do and then when you get to the counter, introduce yourself, and compliment a feature of hers that you like. Be assertive and confident.”

“Confident? Have you met me?” Spencer scoffed, shaking his head. “This is a really bad idea. She's way out of my league and it would just be a waste of time. Last time I got rejected didn't end up very well for me.”

“Don’t tell me you’re talking about what happened in high school.” Derek gave him another look of disbelief, his posture slouching.

“Well, I-“

“Hey, hey, no, you were twelve and I won’t have you selling yourself short like this. I won’t have it.” Spencer was once again interrupted. “You can do it, kid. Just don't be creepy about it, alright? Confident, but not too confident.”

Spencer slowly nodded his head, averting his gaze to the floor. “Assertive, but not creepy. Confident, but not too confident. That’s not really helpful. Not at all, actually.”

As he glanced back up, Morgan shot him a look, and he let out a puff of air, nodding his head rapidly. “Okay, I can do this. I got it.” He said, trying to convince himself that the words were actually true.

“Yeah, you do.” Morgan instantly grinned, reaching over him and opening his door. “Go get her, tiger.” He clapped him on the back and gave him an encouraging shove.

Spencer didn’t protest, stepping out of the car and pocketing his hands as the door was closed and locked behind him, robbing him of any means of escape.

“I can do this. How hard can it be?” He spoke to himself, slowly starting to walk up the path of the small hill he had walked so many times over the past couple of weeks.

He always approached the small shop with clammy hands and his heart beating violently in his chest, all in anticipation to see you and feel your calming presence again, but this time was different.

He walked into the shop with another agenda than just getting books this time around; this time he was going to be talking to you, you would be speaking words that weren’t just a brief exchange of ‘thank you’s’, and he didn’t even want to think about the countless, catastrophic possible outcomes.

He felt nauseous when he opened the door and stepped into the warmth of the shop, the jingle of the bell over his head making him jump.

He stared at it for a moment as he regained his composure, before continuing into the room and taking an immediate left, starting to browse the shelves.

Just like Derek had said earlier, there was not a book in this shop that Spencer hadn’t read, most of them more than once.

Just like every time he was there, Stevie Nicks was playing softly from the speakers in the upper corners of the room; a clear favourite of yours as he hadn’t ever heard you play anything else.

“Back again so soon?” The sound of the familiar voice reached his ears when he least expected it and a lot sooner than he’d thought.

It took him completely by surprise and he instinctively slammed the book in his hands shut, practically jumping around to face the source of the voice.

And there you were in all your glory, looking effortlessly beautiful where you leaned against the edge of one of the bookshelves.

Your arms were crossed over your chest and your face was pulled into that smile that never seemed to leave; the very smile Spencer had fallen in love with the second he first laid eyes on you, and his heart felt as if it was going to beat out of his chest at the mere sight of it.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” You continued in a chuckle and only then did he realize how stupid he must have looked; eyes wide and wild and mouth hanging agape.

He quickly snapped his jaw shut and neutralized his shocked expression, forcing himself to smile through the anxiety and embarrassment and clearing his throat.

“Oh, uh, no, it’s okay.” He stuttered out, hands squeezing the spine of the book.

You took note of it and nodded your head in its direction, uncrossing your arms and standing up straight. “You read a lot, huh? How do you get through them all in such a short time?” You asked curiously, tilting your head slightly.

“I can…” He cleared his throat again and adjusted his stance. “I can read twenty thousand words per minute.”

Your eyebrows instantly shot up. “No kidding.” You said. “Are you a genius or something?”

“Or something.” He chuckled breathlessly and watched as the corners of your lips turned down in a ‘not bad’-kind of expression.

“Impressive.” You hummed and lightly smiled. “My mom and sister have always more been attracted to brawn than brain. Both my dad and brother-in-law are football players who spend most of their time bulking up, but I like my men intelligent. A man who reads is way more attractive than one whose only personality trait is the size of his muscles, at least if you ask me.”

You shrugged your shoulders and pulled on the hems of your sleeves, a nervous habit you’d had since you were little. 

Spencer might not have had a lot of romantic nor sexual experience, or any experience with the opposite sex, PERIOD. He might even have been a little bit naïve, but he was everything but stupid.

He recognized your stance, your body language and your choice of words, and the combination of the three factors instantly registered in his brain.

You were clearly flirting with him and doing a hell of a good job at it, too. But no matter how hard he tried to form a comprehendible response that would have been Morgan-approved, all he could get out was a nervous, breathless laugh.

You gave him a moment to respond but when you were met with only silence, you clicked your tongue and nodded your head.

“Well, you know where to find me when you’re done browsing. Don’t keep a girl waiting for too long.” You told him and offered him a last, gentle smile, before turning around and leaving him alone as he was clearly nervous with the way he was avoiding your eyes.

Going back to the front counter, you busied yourself with testing out all of the pens that were standing in the mason jar by the register. You did a few swirls with each pen, threw away the ones that didn’t work, and put the ones that still did to the side.

You had been procrastinating this simple task for weeks now and constantly annoyed yourself by grabbing pens that didn’t work.

Not too surprisingly, most of them ended up in the trash, and before you knew it, you were joined by your frequently visiting customer again.

“Find everything you needed?” You asked as your eyes met his, and he nodded.

“Yeah.”

He gently placed four books on the counter and you wasted no time in starting to ring him up, simultaneously grabbing a plastic bag from the side of the counter and putting them in as you went.

“That brings you to $25,63. Will you be paying with card or cash?” You asked and looked up, only to find that he was already holding his card out for you to take.

“Card.” He replied anyway and you smiled, taking it from his outstretched hand and looking back down to complete the payment.

Spencer swallowed thickly as he silently watched you, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his coat. His mind went blank for a moment as he inspected your every move, but then Derek’s voice echoed in his head.

Do what you usually do, introduce yourself, compliment her.

The first of the three was all done, which left the second and the third step of Derek Morgan’s ‘how to get the girl’-plan.

“I like your hair.” The words spilled out before he could even stop them; before they’d even registered in his brain, and he mentally cursed himself for his worthless social skills and the fact that he had gone about the two remaining steps in the wrong order.

But luckily, you didn’t seem opposed to the sudden compliment, a wide smile spreading over your face as you looked back up. “Oh, thank you. I went to the salon yesterday.” You replied, pulling a hand over the fresh cut. “I wasn’t really sure about going for this style but it’s starting to grow on me.”

“It looks nice.” He nodded, lips pulling into a tight smile.

“Thank you.” You thanked him again, before turning to finish the purchase. “Here are your books, your card, and your receipt.” You said, handing him each of the things as you counted them out.

“Thanks.” This time he was the one to express gratitude, taking all of the things from your outstretched hands.

He put his card back into his pocket and let the receipt fall into the bag of books, popping the button of his pocket into its rightful place before looking back up to meet your gaze.

You stared into each other’s eyes for a moment, an uncertain and awkward blanket of silence falling over the room.

“So… Was there anything else you needed?” You drawled after a moment, drumming your fingers on the edge of the counter in a nervous manner.

“I- uh, I didn't think I'd get this far.” He cleared his throat and frowned. “I'm not really... used to talking to girls, like this.”

“Like this?” You raised an eyebrow, which instantly sent him into a babbling panic.

“I mean, like- Like this, like in a way-“

“Calm down, I'm just giving you a hard time.” You chuckled at his rambling, flashing him an amused smile. “I'm (Y/N).” You introduced yourself, sticking out your hand over the counter.

He looked at it for a moment, but eventually brought his own hand up to close it around yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Dr. Reid. I mean, Spencer Reid.” He kept stumbling over his words and you couldn’t help but laugh, finding it adorable.

“I get the feeling that you’ve already read all of the books you’re buying from me, Spencer Reid.” You confessed as your hands fell down. “Twenty thousand words per minute is a lot and we have a very limited selection of books in here. So, why do you really come here every day?”

You tilted your hair and slightly narrowed your eyes as you teased him, and he shrugged, avoiding your gaze. “I just like it here, I guess.” He replied lamely, looking around the small, humble shop.

“That so?” You questioned, and hummed when he didn’t say anything else. “Well, if there isn’t anything more I can do for yo-“

“What's your number?” He interrupted you suddenly, his head turning back around to face you. “I mean… Can I have your number?” He continued, this time calmer and gentler.

You had been watching him struggle since he got there and you had picked up on the signs of his anxiety every time he came around. You usually did a good job at hiding your amusement, but this time you couldn’t hold it in.

“Wow, you are bad at this.” You laughed aloud, shaking your head.

Spencer felt his ears grow hot again and he swallowed, only getting more nervous by every second passing. “I'm sorry. I don't usually do this and I'm really nervous.”

“I noticed.” You raised an eyebrow, holding his gaze for a moment longer before turning to the side. “I'll make it easy for you.”

You grabbed the notepad laying around on the bench below the counter and picked out one of the few remaining pens, pushing them both over the counter in his direction.

“Could I have your number? I’d love to meet up and go out sometime.” You said with seemingly no effort, a natural smile gracing your features. “If you’re interested, that is.” You added, and Spencer instantly jumped into action.

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” His lips pulled into an embarrassingly large smile and he started scribbling his phone number down with too much excitement for his own good.

You didn’t seem to care or judge him in the slightest though, as you simply accepted the notepad back from him with gentle eyes when he was done.

“I'll text you then.” You said and held the notepad close.

“Yes, I'd love that.” He grinned, and before either of you could speak another word, a loud honk sounded from the street outside.

Up until then Spencer had completely forgotten that the team was still out there, waiting for him, but when he realized again, he was immediately pulled out of his lovestruck bubble and brought back to reality.

“I better go. Thank you, for the books.” He said, and you nodded.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

You exchanged goodbyes and smiled at each other one last time, before he turned around and headed outside, running down the small hill and back to the car.

While he did that, you wasted no time in fishing your phone out of your pocket, instantly beginning to put his number into your list of contacts.

When Spencer got back into the car, Hotch wasted no time in starting it back up, obviously impatient to go home, and Derek’s face was all up in his the second the door closed behind him.

“So?” He asked, not even giving him a second to get situated. “How'd it go?”

The car fell silent as the question hung in the air, even Hotch and Rossi curiously awaiting the answer judging by the way their eyes kept flickering up to the review mirror.

Spencer couldn’t wipe the stupid smile of his face as he put the bag of books on the floor between his legs.

“She, uh, she asked me for my number, and I gave it to her.” He replied, and once again, Derek’s face pulled into an expression of disbelief.

“She asked for your number? It was supposed to be the other way around.”

“Yeah, things didn’t go as planned.” Spencer sheepishly admitted, his entire face growing hot when he thought back to the fiasco that had become of his attempt to pick you up.

“Well, you had the right idea and you got it done so it doesn’t matter.” Derek gave in with a shrug. “Are you taking her out?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Spencer nodded with a grin, an identical one to match his own growing on Derek’s face, as well.

“My man.” He said and clapped his shoulder. “Just you wait, pretty boy. Once you get a taste of that sweet womanly fruit your life will never be the same again.”

“Oh, please.” Blake scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to him, Reid. If you need advice about women, ask a woman. Not a man who might as well be a gigolo.”

“Hey, that’s offensive.” Derek turned his head to face the only woman in the car, pointing a stern finger at her.

They kept bickering and although it was much to the dismay of Hotch and Rossi, Spencer was happy to finally have Derek off his case and to be left alone to his own thoughts.

He still hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off his face as he stared out the window and his mind wandered back to you, completely disconnecting him from his surroundings until a chime from his phone brought him back to reality.

Flipping it open, he came face to face with a message from an unknown number, but he knew exactly who it was from.

‘Hey, Doctor, what’s you number?’ was printed across the screen in black letters, and the winking emoji that followed only a second later clearly indicated that you were making fun of him and his sad attempt at flirting. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to care nor be embarrassed about it, because in that moment, he felt like he was on top of the world.

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[mermaidenisaacs]

isaac went to college and became a fratboy, part 2

the aftermath of hooking up with isaac lahey at a frat party includes: shame, regret, and the stupid thrill of leaving him on read 

TW: sexual language, sexist language, some impure thoughts

I finally saw Isaac again. 

After a fire alarm interrupted my study session at the library (some idiot burned Poptarts in the microwave again), I was forced to evacuate to a nearby dining hall. I was annoyed by the whole ordeal until the hunger pangs kicked in. 

I was waiting in line for tacos when I saw him. He was sitting at a table by the windows, laughing with his head thrown back while another guy, presumably one of his frat bros, playfully shoved his shoulder and laughed along. He was surrounded by three attractive boys, one of which I recognized from my political science class last semester. I remembered him because he was unnaturally attractive, with swooped brown hair and warm chocolate eyes, and also because he had saved me from the embarrassment of forgetting to bring a scantron for the midterm by offering me one of his extras. His fratboy status aside, he was surprisingly decent. His name may have started with an ‘S.’ Steven maybe? Sam? 

I couldn’t focus on him for long, not when Isaac suddenly turned in my direction and met my gaze. I froze, caught in the act of staring. The corner of Isaac’s mouth tilted upwards into a smirk, and his gaze dropped shamelessly to my legs and drifted slowly back up, and in that moment, all the memories of our night together came rushing back. 

It was the first time I’d seen him since that night he had invited me to a party at his frat house, where he unceremoniously fucked me head-first into his bedroom door, then kicked me out, leaving me to retreat with my hair disheveled, makeup smudged, traces of him between my thighs. Anyone who wasn’t too drunk or high could piece together why I looked absolutely wrecked. I’m sure many girls had been seen doing the walk of shame out of Isaac’s room, and now I really was just one of the many, another notch on his bedpost. 

Isaac succeeded in living up to his fuckboy reputation. After that party, he texted almost every other midnight, snapchatted borderline nude selfies of his shirtless chest or his hand palming his erection over his sweatpants, with captions like “wyd,” “you up,” or “miss this?” That last one always sent waves of arousal, tainted with shame, reminders of the way I let Isaac degrade me and use my body, the way I loved every second of it and craved to feel it again. 

So far, I hadn’t texted him back, but I couldn’t resist leaving him on read. I smirked at the thought that Isaac might feel the sting of my cold indifference. It wasn’t much, and it was stupid, but it was the only power I could salvage back for myself. I avoided him in class too, and nearly gave myself leg cramps every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday to sprint across campus and get to class early so I could choose a seat far away from our usual spots. I sat towards the front, an area I knew he wouldn’t encroach in fear that the professor would see him dozing off during lecture. He even texted me dirty things during class to get my attention. It was taxing to ignore the distraction, but I ignored the buzzing on my desk, letting Isaac’s stare burn a hole into the back of my head. 

Eventually he got the hint and the texts stopped, and it left me with the somewhat bittersweet realization that we had reached the end of our… whatever it was. 

Or so I thought. Three weeks and one burnt poptart later, there he was, staring back at me with the knowing glint in his eyes that only comes when you’ve seen someone naked. 

The only available table in the dining hall was one near the windows, and I would have to walk past Isaac’s table to get there. With my tray in hand and my bag hanging off one shoulder, I steeled myself and walked in his direction. 

I hung my head, letting my hair drape my face from his view, but my attempt at hiding was useless. He called out my name anyway. I tried to continue in my path and pretend I hadn’t heard him, but he called my name louder. Begrudgingly, I stopped and turned around. 

“Isaac.” I said.

“So, she lives. I was starting to get worried. You never responded to my messages,” he said, subtly referencing his obscene attempts at luring me back into his bed. 

I rolled my eyes and smiled back tight-lipped. “I was hoping you’d take the hint and leave me alone, but clearly you’re too dense.” 

One of Isaac’s friends snorted loudly at my remark, the one I recognized from last semester. Isaac glared at him. “Sorry,” the boy said. “First time seeing a girl call you on your bullshit. I like her.” 

I smiled at him, bashfully tucking my hair behind my ear. “Um, I remember you, but I’m blanking on your name. Sorry,” I said to him. 

“No worries! I don’t think we were ever properly introduced. I’m Scott. We had political science last semester, right?” I nodded. “Yeah, you were the girl who forgot a scantron.” 

“Yes.” I chuckled in slight embarrassment. “Thanks for that, by the way. You really saved my ass.”

“Of course! I was happy to have an excuse to talk to the pretty girl who sat next to me all semester, even if it was just for a few seconds,” he said charmingly, flashing an adorable smile. I scoffed playfully at the compliment. His gentle flirting was a welcomed change from the texts I’d been receiving from Isaac, who I noticed was suddenly glaring daggers at me. “Hey,” Scott said, “since you’re here and you know Isaac, and now you know me too, why don’t you join us?” 

My eyes went wide and my mind blanked. I stuttered for an excuse. “Oh, th-that’s okay, I don’t want to intrude. Besides, there aren’t even any empty seats--” 

“Oh no worries, I got you.” Scott stood up and looked around, then approached a nearby table. He spoke a few words to the group of girls studying there, who giggled at something he said and nodded. Scott picked up an empty chair at their table and brought it over, proudly presenting his contribution. “There! Please, sit.” He gestured towards the seat and smiled at me so sweetly, I felt it would be rude to reject his offer. I nodded and gingerly perched on the seat. I set down my bag and my food, and cordially gave a tiny wave to all the other boys at the table, who exchanged knowing grins. 

~*~*~*~

Isaac couldn’t believe you actually accepted Scott’s offer to take a seat. 

Not that Scott had left you much of a choice. He had these big brown eyes that girls usually fell for. And then there was the way he so valiantly brought a chair over for you. Isaac chewed on the flesh inside his cheek, unable to plaster on his usual easy grin. He couldn’t help it, especially now that you were sitting with him and his friends, acting all cute and polite, playing the act of the good girl again. 

Normally, his pride would swell if he saw you act all prim and proper. He could bask in the satisfaction of being the only one who knew who you really were, what you really were. He knew your ticks, your kinks, what you looked like when you were coming apart all over his cock and begging him for more. 

He couldn’t enjoy that knowledge today, not when his friends were staring at you like that. To any outsider, they just looked three boys engrossed in chit chat, but Isaac knew better. Behind their friendly, clean cut facade, they were all thinking the same thing, and it was far from clean. Isaac didn’t care who his friends slept with, and on occasion they even passed around the same girls, those special ones who didn’t care who they fucked as long as they had a good time. 

But for some reason, the thought that any one of them, Theo or Liam, or especially Scott, laying a finger on you, made Isaac’s blood boil. Isaac tried to extract this ugly feeling, this primal possesiveness he couldn’t seem to shake when he saw another guy looking at you.  

Isaac somehow managed to keep his expression neutral as you giggled at something Liam just said. The kid had managed to endear himself to you already. He was young, and in the newest pledge class, but he was a quick learner. Isaac had taken a fondness to him and decided to mentor him, taken him under his wing and transformed him into his image. Liam’s arrogance and eagerness to prove himself was something Isaac remembered from his freshman year. What he didn’t expect was that Liam would hone Isaac’s techniques to make girls fall at his feet and use them on you.

You giggled again. “Oh my god, Liam, I can’t believe you did that!” Liam had just finished telling a story about the time he knocked over a TV trying to do a drunken keg stand. “You could’ve broken your arm or something. What were you thinking?” 

Liam shrugged sheepishly and grinned. “I don’t know. There was a girl I wanted to impress and she was older than me, so I just went for it ya know?” 

You smiled fondly at him. “That is adorable. How much older was she? And what year are you?” 

“She’s a senior and… I’m a freshman.” Liam looked down shyly and rubbed the back of his head, just like Isaac had taught him to. The lesson was to use your age to your advantage. Girls loved that cute shit. 

“Aww, Liam you’re so cute! And I’m sure she thought so too.” 

“You think so? That’s good. I’m kinda into older girls.” Liam bowed his head again and smiled, and Isaac would’ve been proud of how well he’d taught him, if only you weren’t on the receiving end of his little performance. 

Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be working. You hummed casually in response. “Hm, I know what you mean. My philosophy professor last semester was so hot. She was maybe in her late 30s, and I still have no clue what she went on and on about, but it was my favorite lecture of the day.” 

Isaac inwardly grinned at the way Liam’s accomplished smile faded at your unaffected response. 

Theo snorted. “You had a crush on your female professor?” he drawled. “That’s kinda hot.” 

“Is it? It’s not really that big of a deal. Haven’t you ever found any of your male professors attractive? I feel like the place is swarming with hot male professors.” 

Theo looked at you in amusement, with a twinkle in his eyes that Isaac was all too familiar with. It was clear now Theo had his sights set on you, and usually when that happened, Theo got exactly what he wanted. “Can’t say I’ve had time to think about the men around here. I’ve been a bit too distracted with the girls.” 

When Liam flirted with you, Isaac could manage his jealousy, since the kid was still mostly innocent, all talk and no real game. With Theo, all bets were off. He didn’t have an innocent bone in his body and he wasn’t afraid to let girls know, and they were always very happy to know. Isaac knew he himself had strayed far from purity a long time ago, but Theo was something else. Isaac preferred you choose anyone over Theo, maybe even Scott, who was Isaac’s closest friend, if it meant you would stay away from Theo. 

“So, I’m curious,” Theo continued. “How exactly do you know Isaac?” 

Isaac noticed the way your eyes widened the tiniest bit. “Oh, uh, we um, have a class together,” you said. Isaac could hear the nervous wobble in your voice as you spoke, and his lip curled up in amusement at the realization that you were nervous because you were thinking about him.

*

author’s note: i came across a google doc of a draft i wrote 3 years ago. a continuation of a fratboy!isaac fic that made people feel some kinda way. the fic, along with all my other fics, got zapped when my old blog got terminated. but since i found the draft and remembered how many requests i got for a part 2, here it is (kinda). 3 years later. i’m sorry.