#the hand in the pocket hold onnnn–

[captainmartin20]

stunt on them hoes, baby !!!!

[ma1dita]

can i get one ticket for here for the boos!! starring luke castellan with a pretzel! and maybe a lil spice on that pretzel :O also, i love your fics so much i always re-read them because of how good they are <333

devil inside

[STARRING: LUKE CASTELLAN x reader ; “Don’t. Move.”]  wc: 1k  warnings: written with aphrodite reader in mind, but not officially stated; anon asked for lil spice so this came out veeeerrryyy suggestive? MDNI for non-descriptive fondling/fingering. yandere!luke. i say the word cum once—do what y’all will with that. implied minor character death, mentions of blood, alcohol, manipulation; title from inxs song, i’m tryna keep the titles spooky hehe. oh and i hit 2k followers while writing this last night! thank you thank youuu

monster mash-terlist

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Luke Castellan has always been your protector and best friend. 

A two-in-one deal that you couldn’t help but thank the gods for every time you throw your offerings into the hearth at mealtimes. He always has your best interest in mind, is always devoted to taking care of you, and puts you first over anyone—so who else would you depend on to walk you home from a beach party?

Bad things happen around here at Camp Half-Blood, especially after dark, if we’re being honest. It would only be sufficient to have camp’s best hero be your escort back to your cabin. You’re giggling like a fool as Luke half-carries you through the dirt pathway toward home, purple slippers tucked in his back pocket and his thumb grazing the sliver of skin that peeks out above your daisy dukes. 

It would be wrong of him to leave you like this. Truly, what type of best friend would he be if he did? He knows you have admirers—you’re beautiful, for one. And it’s in your nature to be desired by all, though he supposes even without your blood being mixed with ichor that everyone would still look at you the way they do. And it angers him more than it should, a slow bubbling in his stomach that boils through to the surface whenever anyone leers at you or ogles your form as something they hope to have, or worse—conquer. Vincent from Cabin 4 was bold enough to try, growing flowers at will and weaving them into your hair, touching you and decorating you—making it known to the others that he got close enough to something sacred. By the time Luke got to the party tonight, the son of Demeter had a smile that would make anyone think he’d won the lotto.

Well, Vincent won’t make that mistake again. Luke made sure of it.

Tonight alone was evidence enough that no one takes what belongs to him. But Luke has more pressing problems at hand as he leads you further away from the crowd, like how you keep pressing your soft hands into the growing bulge of his cargo shorts, a sly grin illuminating your face and a simple, “Oopsie!” each time you do it. The both of you know what you’re blatantly hinting at after the third pass, and he’d be an idiot to ignore the way your arms wrap around his neck, knees buckling as you beg him to divert your journey towards the lake—whichever way that may be; you’re drunk off cheap vodka and he’s drunk off the smell of sweat and salt on your skin.

You feel like you’re flying, squealing like Luke’s tickling you as he carries you in his arms. There’s something in him that loves the way you pretend to resist, like how prey fall limp in a predator’s hold just in case they might lose interest—but how could he? You’re mouthing at his collarbone, tongue tracing out the letters of your name and your body pliant under his grasp. His skin is impermanently marked where no one can see, yet he’s yours either way, especially when you tease him like this, cooing,  “Luke, come onnnn….”

“Shhh…silly girl, they’ll hear you.”

The boy is grinning and has his hands wrapped under your armpits; in your drunken haze, you think it might be the wind or his long fingers caressing the underwire of your bra as he sets you down against him, back to his chest and legs dipping in the warm waters of Canoe Lake. You lean into him nonetheless, pulling your best friend in with a cute pout until he’s putty in your hands. He’d do anything for you. And right now, you’re hyperaware of that.

“Stop…don’t move,” he breathes, eyes fluttering as you wiggle against his lap and wrap his arms tighter around you, engulfing your frame from any stragglers that might be heading back from the bonfire. But Luke made sure you’d be alone tonight, your cheek against his as you both observe how the moon reflects the water. Your face is warm against his and he feels the imprint of your smile taking form by how it feels against his jaw, “M’just playing Lu. You know that, right?”

Clenching his jaw he smiles stiffly at you, and he silently thanks the gods you’re too drunk to notice his disappointment. He knows you love this—reveling in any attention you give him, drunk kisses in the moonlight and wandering hands doing very unfriendly things that he wishes you’d actually want to talk to him about in the morning. But when you’re not with him, your attention is elsewhere—preening over being treated like the ultimate prize. He was just easy access for you. And you still won’t think it means anything.

So as a typical son of Hermes, he takes matters into his own hands, literally taking you, even if you’re not his. It’s all the same to him, really, and you’re the one pushing his palms into the cotton cups of your bra. You’re using him because he’s there, and whatever this is will have to do for now.

“Gotta stay quiet f’me…stay still, okay?”

Luke unzips your shorts, tracing slow circles into your sodden underwear as you bite down on your bottom lip and look at him all needy. It almost looks like desire, but he wants you to mean it. He needs to make sure you’re devoted to him too—not just when you spread your legs and moan his name into the quiet of the night.

Being desired might be your domain, but deception is his. By morning, they’ll find Vincent's body floating in the very lake that your legs are writhing in. While you’re busy with the feeling of his fingers delving in and out of your warmth, he plans on how to get you to cum hard enough so that your eyes stay closed and ignore the smaller details, like the smell of blood on the rocks, and the Demeter boy’s flowers he’s been plucking out of your hair since you started your rendezvous—drifting back towards the still-warm body of their owner.

You’ll see how much you mean to him. He’s made sure of it.

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ma1dita's monster mash is open for requests until 10/12 :)

[dabiekql]

JJK Gojo, Megumi, Itadori, Inumaki, Yuta - When Y/N's Hands are Freezing (Fluff)

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Gojo Satoru

Y/n rubbed hands together to create friction in hopes of making them warm.

"Out of all the days, I just had to forget to bring my gloves." Y/n grumbled in annoyance as she continued to rub her hands together.

Gojo came to a stop at her actions and wrapped his hands over hers. "Look! Isn't it warmer now?!"

Y/n's face heated up at the sudden contact that she was glad it was cold today. She had something to blame for her warmed up face.

"Are you an idiot? How are we supposed to walk if you grab my hands like that?!" Y/n grumbled with a fake annoyance to hide her embarrassment.

Y/n quickly removed her hands from his and walked in a fast pace.

'That's cheating, stupid Toru.' Y/n thought to herself as she pulled her scarf higher to her face.

Meanwhile, Gojo made a face of disbelief as he quickly caught up with her. "Huh?! That doesn't mean you get to just remove your hands like that!"

When y/n didn't reply to him, Gojo whined. "Y~~/~~N~~! So?!! You don't wanna hold my hand?? Huh??? Come onnnn!"

Y/n glanced at him briefly before holding his hand. She cleared her throat before saying, "Just because it's warm."

Gojo grinned widely as he hugged her tightly. "You're so adorable!"

"S-Stupid Toru!"

Y/n escaped his grip and quickly walked away from him. Gojo grinned at her before quickly chasing after her. "Y/n!!! So you really won't hold my hand?!"

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Fushiguro Megumi

Y/n tends to get cold easily that she always makes sure that she was wrapped up with layers, but she just happened to sleep through her alarm that she really didn't have the time to do so. She rubbed her bare hands together, trying to make it warm. "I can't believe I slept through my alarm..."

Megumi glanced at her briefly before grabbed her hand and pulling it to his pocket. Y/n stared at him in shock since he wasn't really the type to have any physical contact.

"It was annoying..." Megumi mumbled lowly without looking at her.

Y/n smiled at his excuse since she knows he just struggles to be honest with her. She didn't say anything to that and tightened her hold against his.

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Itadori Yuji

Itadori was waiting for y/n out the gate when he heard her voice behind him. He smiled at her voice as he turned to look at her, but his face quickly fell in worry when he saw her bare hands. When y/n reached within his arm distance, he wrapped his warm hands against hers. "Where are your gloves?"

Y/n had a sheepish smile as she mumbled that she lost it. At her response, Itadori thought for a moment before removing one of his gloves and putting it on her hand. The warmness spread through y/n's hand that she smiled unconsciously, but she looked at him with concern. "How about you, Yuji?"

She tried to remove his gloves, but Itadori was quick to stop her. He then grabbed her bare hand with his bare hand before grinning at her. "Now we are both warm."

Y/n's face flushed as she nodded her head with a smile.

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Inumaki Toge

(I still don't really understand his onigiri language T^T)

Inumaki flinched at the sudden back hug and was about to turn around to check who it was before he heard a familiar laugh. He sighed before mumbling, "Okaka"

"Hehe but it's fun!" y/n smiled before letting go of him.

That was when he saw her bare hands. "Takana?"

At his question, y/n shrugged her shoulders. "I lost it."

Inumaki sighed before giving her a look. "Mentaiko! Takana!"

Y/n covered her ears with her hands as she ran away from him. Inumaki quickly followed after her. When he caught up, he removed his gloves before putting them on her instead.

"But now you'll be cold!"

"Tuna mayo."

In the end, y/n wore his gloves while Inumaki warmed his hands inside his pocket.

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Okkotsu Yuta

Yuta was waiting for the bus with y/n and he noticed her keep rubbing her hands together as she blew on them. He reciprocated her actions and when his hands were warm enough, he wrapped his hands around hers. "Is it warm?"

Y/n smiled at his actions and the warmness spreading on her hands. "It's warm!"

Yuta smiled at her before blowing onto her hands to keep it warm. "Is it warmer like this?"

"U-huh!" Y/n nodded her head.

Yuta could see and hear that she was in a good mood that he sighed in relief and continued to keep her hands warm as they waited for the bus.

[scaredpigeons]

Aqua Regia II: putting down the roses, picking up the sword.

Previous chapter // Next chapter

Neuvillette x Fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

You get settled into your new position, but are you really.. settled? You realize something a bit embarrassing about your new boss too, best keep that one to yourself.

Authors note: this is where we get the slightest bit suggestive. I just cant help myself. HES A DRAGON COME ONNNN

The first thing Neuvillette notices is that his office is startlingly tidy. 

Now, he is not a slob by any means, and he prides himself in that fact— but since taking over Lady Furinas responsibilities, he’s found that keeping things as organized as he used to had become increasingly more difficult as the days went on. 

He rounded his desk, sitting down with wide eyes as he looked around at the new organizational structure of his desk. 

There is an incoming and outgoing bin on either side of his desk, filing folders clearly indicating which documents each folder holds, there's even a fresh pot of ink, and brand new pens placed neatly in an elegant holder. Across the room, against the wall in his direct line of sight is a very large calendar, Large print outlining each day's primary tasks. 

As he’s gawking at the lack of clutter, you waltz in, just as lovely as before, and he finds himself staring at you a bit more openly, though your gaze is trained upon the tray holding his favorite tea set, and a few bottles of clear liquid that he knows is fresh water, straight from the cooler. 

“Bonjour, Monsieur Neuvillette, I hope you had a pleasant evening.”

He nods as you set the tray down on his desk, carefully placing his teacup and saucer down in front of him. 

“Honey lemon, for your tea this morning.” You set the bottles down to the left of him, removing the tray to a vacant table as you continue speaking. “You have two meetings this morning, firstly with Madame Petra Voleange, who wishes to discuss the accommodations you spoke of for her son who was sentenced to the fortress last week— the young man in the wheelchair who was picking pockets.” 

You handed him a folder, which was clearly labeled and neatly sorted. “I spoke with the Duke, and this is all the information on what can be provided. Your second meeting is with Kemia, a researcher from Sumeru who wishes to gain your permission to gather information on local flora to aid in her botanical medicine research. The information she provided when booking should be in the top left hand drawer of your desk.”

He slid open the drawer, nodding at the folder placed on the top of the pile. 

You handed him another folder, much thicker and darker in color. 

“This is for today’s trial, which starts at 2:30pm. I’ve given you a mandatory two hour block starting at noon to take your lunch, and go over the information we have.”

You put a delicate hand on the backs of the two large bottles of water you placed on his desk, and he found himself staring at the way the condensation clung to your skin. 

“These are from Mondstadt’s finest spring production. I puttered around last night and was able to sweet talk a distributor into sourcing bottles from all seven nations, and he’s willing to send a bi-weekly shipment for us. Sedene told me that you are fond of the different flavors from all over Teyvat, and I saw that you only get shipments from the different nations individually, so I thought that finding a sole distributor who could outsource them for us would be much more efficient.”

He blinked at you, processing your words carefully. 

You stared right back, and as the silence grew, so did the pink on your cheeks. In the back of his mind, he thought it rather endearing that you seemed so flustered, so eager to please him. 

“Please say something, If you don’t I'm going to continue to ramble to try and convince myself that I’m doing everything correctly.” 

A soft breath escaped him, and then it fluttered into a chuckle, as much as he tried to stop it. Your gaze went wide, and you stood shock still, waiting. 

“This is wonderful, much more than I ever would have asked for.” He said, softening his gaze. He saw you relax, and smile back at him— and something inside him twitched.

 Since retaining his full dragonhood, he’s been struggling with new and confusing emotions, instincts, and for some reason every time he was in your presence he felt things he’d never experienced before. 

But—He felt so incredibly grateful for your assistance, so he tampered these strange emotions down, not wanting to speak of them and scare you off when you had just begun to better his work life.

You let out a dramatic sigh. “Thank you. I was so worried I had overdone it and you would be upset.” 

“You seem to have a lot of anxieties when it comes to your work performance. Your heart rate spiked the moment you walked in, and only now has calmed to an adequate level.” 

You gaped at him, and of course your heart rate returned to its accelerated speed. 

“I mean no offense by this,” he floundered— albeit gracefully, softening his tone. “I just mean to say that I wish you would feel more at ease here. You’re doing exceptionally well.” 

A strange smell permeated the air around you, sickly sweet and very enticing. He’d smelt something similar before, though much fainter, but he couldn’t remember when, and he knew for sure that he had never smelled anything so mouthwateringly divine as this. 

Was it a new perfume? Why hadn’t he noticed it before? 

 You seemed to turn an even deeper shade of red, before you nodded, bowing slightly before scuttling out the door, stammering about paperwork and your other tasks— carrying that sweet aroma with you. 

Strange, he thought. I’ll have to do more research into what this could be. 

He’d been experiencing many new senses since regaining his full power, perhaps a heightened sense of smell? He was not sure. All he really knew for certain was that he was thoroughly enjoying your presence here at the Palais. 

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The rain poured heavily this evening, casting everything in a deep gray filter, the dark clouds rolling over the city sky in thick droves. 

The trial was terrible. A child murderer had been left unchecked for too long, killing two boys and a girl, leaving one victim alive yet traumatized beyond repair. 

The young girl's mother had attended the trial, interrupting during the defense's deposition to scream at the accused, demanding retribution and revenge for her poor daughter, and the lives of the children that were lost before her. 

In the end, the woman had to be escorted away, and the trial continued. Justice was indeed served. But the look of broken rage on that mothers face stuck with Neuvillette the entire time, though he pushed it to the back of his mind to remain impassive to anything but the facts. 

The rain fell in thick sheets, soaking the streets and making everyone either run for an umbrella or to find shelter. He sat at his desk, back to the window as he listened to the sound of the water beating against the glass. 

With his attention drawn toward his thoughts, he almost didn’t hear you enter. He glanced at you as you walked past his desk, placing one of your hands on the window as you looked outside at the mess. 

“Wow,” you said. “It’s really coming down out there, isn’t it?” 

Neuvillette felt guilty. 

“Ah, my apologies, the rain must put a damper on your mood.” He said before he could even think to filter himself. 

He wasn’t exactly trying to hide what he was, but he didn’t think you’d quite figured it out yet. 

“Why are you apologizing, silly?” You smiled. “I love the rain. It’s so peaceful and calming.” 

His interest was piqued, and he turned towards you in his chair. “Oh?” 

You nodded. “I’ve always loved the rain. Something about water being the lifeblood of the earth, you know? The cycle continuing, nourishing us— Washing away the old, bringing in the new.” You flushed a little then, looking down at your feet. “Ah, forgive me, I must sound a bit odd.” 

“No,” Neuvillette said, seeing some clouds part ever so slightly outside, a ray of the sun peaking through to shine upon the Palais, upon you. “I quite enjoy the rain too, on more pleasant occasions.” 

You grinned at him. “Perhaps we could take a walk then? It looks like it’s slowing down, so we shouldn’t get too many odd stares if we keep to the grounds of the Palais.” 

“You wish to walk in the rain? I do not have an umbrella with me, unfortunately.” 

You shook your head, walking quickly just outside the door, where you procured a navy blue raincoat with a large hood from some void outside his office where you kept your belongings. 

“I never use umbrellas, I love the feeling of the rain directly, don’t you?” 

Something in his chest pulled, and he cleared his throat. 

“Ah, I do. I didn’t think many others felt the same.” 

“It’s quite warm today, so I don’t think you’d run the risk of catching a cold— as long as you don’t mind getting your nice clothes wet, I think we should do it!” 

You beamed at him, not knowing that he had never had to worry about catching the common cold before, yet you worried all the same. 

You seemed to be unaware of just how you affected him, how brightly you shined to Neuvillette. 

He’d not known you for long, but he genuinely hoped that you continued to stay here, working with him, because he was actually starting to look forward to coming to his office, coming to work. 

The rain clouds cleared just a bit more.

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You’re going to lose your job. 

If you cannot get a hold of yourself, of these childish, ridiculous, fantastical ideas you’ve managed to curate in your head— your boss is going to realize you’re insane and fire you. 

At least, this is what goes through your head when you look in the mirror at the crack of dawn, preparing yourself for work. 

Just over a month at this wonderful, enjoyable and well paying job, and your wonderful brain decides to throw you into a myriad of dreams in which your boss, the chief justice and newly reigning figurehead of the nation of Fontaine, was the main focus. 

It started off innocent. Dreams about normal and mundane things that happen at work. This was perfectly normal and fine, it happened with nearly every job you had. 

You reminisce on days where your dreams consisted of you bagging produce at a local fruit stand as a teenager— oh, such simple times. 

But as the weeks carried on, your dreams tended to metastasise into something less than appropriate. 

It started with his eyes. 

One day at work you caught him observing you. Now— this was not unusual, Neuvillette was a very observant person, and when in a comfortable environment, such as his office, he was not very subtle. It did not bother you, especially when you were doing such mundane things as filling out reports. But this time, when you looked up to check on him, your eyes met— and for a moment you held his stare. 

His eyes held such a depth of colour, so striking and vibrant, yet so pale and mystical.  And the way he looked at you stirred some aching, foreign thing inside you. It was like he was looking into your very soul, at the blood running through your veins. You flushed, naturally, and hurried off to procure the fresh water for his lunch break. 

You tried to pray away the heat that was quickly rushing south, antagonizing yourself thinking that somehow, someway, he was going to find out that just a singular look had you nearly swooning like a hormonal teenager. 

This look then proceeded to haunt nearly every dream, and the most recent one was something straight out of one of those light novels from inazuma. 

In the dream, you’d been arguing about something, which hadn’t happened in the waking world yet, so your brain just conjured some petty and random cause. You’d gotten frustrated, turning to stomp off. He’d caught your wrist as you were walking away from him, and had pulled you close, staring into your eyes like he was going to devour you. 

You had awoken covered in sweat, desperately needing a cold shower. 

It wasn’t even all that scandalous. You dreamed of his eyes, of light touches, familiarity, closeness. And like a fool, this still sent your heart into overdrive, barely being able to look at him throughout the day. Ever since he’d mentioned being able to hear your heart beating out of control, you tried to get a handle on your nerves around him, but this new issue only seemed to make things worse. 

One day, around the two month mark, you thought you’d been caught. 

It was just another day, you didn’t even remember what you’d said to make him laugh, but it was a short, slight wheeze that pulled almost involuntarily from his chest. It made you grin, it made you feel light. 

“Oh,” he shook his head, chuckling out your name and smiling down at you from where he stood by the window. “Your sense of humor never fails to impress, you really are a joy to work with.” 

Your heart jumped into your throat at his words, at his light and familiar tone, at his genuine smile. You felt your face heat up, and your thighs twitched with the urge to squirm, feeling some rather inappropriate things for your current setting. 

You wanted to smack yourself. You were a professional person, someone who took their job extremely seriously. You were not some degenerate whose knees buckled whenever they received praise from a handsome man, a handsome man who just happened to be your boss.

Neuvillettes nose raised a bit, and he breathed deep, as if he was smelling the air. “See, there it is again.” He said, stepping closer to where you sat at his desk, working on the weekly reports. “That scent, I only ever smell it when you’re here. Are you wearing some kind of perfume?” 

Your eyes widened. What smell? You thought back to your morning routine, deodorant, a light moisturizer on your skin, you wore your bulle fruit perfume this morning, loving the bright and citrusy scent it gave you, lasting throughout the day. You told him this, and he shook his head, brows furrowing in contemplation. 

“No, it's not that,” he said. “It’s difficult to explain, it's sweet yet earthy, rich…and incredibly enticing.” He sort of mumbled that last part, though he seemed to be speaking more to himself than you anyways. 

“Rather puzzling, and it tends to happen in conjunction with your fluster, though I haven’t quite pieced together why you’re still so anxious around the workplace, I've been quite diligent with reminding you how wonderful of a job you’re doing.” 

You did squirm this time, feeling a visceral throb between your legs, and a sudden weight drop in your chest one after the other as a thought warmed its way into your head. 

Could he…. Could Neuvillette really be smelling your arousal? And on top of that, not understanding that was what it was?

For lack of a better phrase, you would say that you’re incredibly screwed.  

[icycoldninja]

Dante comforting his s/o who’s insecure about being good enough in bed (as well as not being attractive enough)

Sure, sure!

I don't feel pretty enough (Dante x Insecure!FemReader)

"Hey, babe. What's wrong?" Dante called, entering the room, his hands in his pockets.

"Nothing," You sighed, from over on the bed.

"Are you sure?" Dante pressed, not buying your lame excuses for a second.

"I'm sure," Was your dejected response.

Obviously, you were not fine, you were currently going through a bit of emotional turmoil. You were insecure about how you looked, as well as your skills in the bedroom. While Dante was practically a professional with the body of a model, you felt like you...lacked, in some areas. You refused to speak about this issue because you were afraid Dante would criticize you for it, and the last thing you needed right now was an argument. So, you kept your mouth shut, tried your best to hold it all in, and went about your business.

"Hey," Dante began again, suddenly taking a seat next to you. When did he even approach you? You didn't remember seeing him do that. "I can tell somethin's buggin' you. What is it?"

"Nothing's bothering me. I'm fine."

"You've been staring at the sheets for half an hour. You're not fine."

Your silence proved Dante's point. After being exposed like this, you weren't sure what to say next since you risked starting something enorumous. Fear and anxiety gripped you as Dante sighed, scooted over, and slung a heavy arm over your shoulder.

"Come onnnn. What's up? You can tell me."

"Promise you won't be mad?" You asked, weakly.

"Why would I get mad?" Dante chuckled, slapping your shoulder roughly, but playfully.

"I don't know...just because? Can you promise me that anyway?"

"Sure. I promise. Now what's bugging ya?"

"Well," You sighed heavily, before drawing in a deep breath. "I...just don't...feel pretty enough. As if...I'm not...well...good enough."

"Good enough for what?" Dante asked, his tone now more serious.

"Good enough for you," You replied sullenly. "I don't feel like I match your skill."

"Well no, you wouldn't be able to," Dante chuckled, "But that's ok, you're still a badass devil hunter--"

"That's not what I meant," You mumbled. "I meant...I don't think I can match your skill in bed."

"Ohhh," Dante laughed, pulling you into a sideways hug. "Should have just said that, babe! Also, what the hell are you saying?"

You flinched in apprehension. Was he about to get mad, like you originally feared he would?

"You're amazing. You're way better at that than you think. Now, I don't know why you're worried, but you shouldn't be. I think you're hot as hell, and you should too."

"Really?" You muttered, half-heartedly.

"Yep. You're also way better at sucking dick than anyone else I know."

You chuckled, shaking your head fondly at him for being such a pervert during a time like this when a revelation suddenly came to you.

"Wait a minute. Dante, who else has sucked your dick?"

"Well, no one, really. I was just sayin'." Came the hasty response.

"Are you sure?" You questioned.

"Positive," Dante answered, a big goofy grin on his face.

"Fine, I believe you." You sighed, feeling worlds better now that you'd gotten all that out of your system. Dante really was the best.

[shuacore]

[ 00:53 ] skating in central park — bill evans

“holy balls it’s cold as fuck.” 

leave it to jun to keep it romantic. you hold back a snort of laughter, knowing it would only egg your boyfriend on more. he has his hand shoved into his pockets, breath coming out in steamy puffs of air. it’s biting this evening, but jun looks like a drama lead—so cute, all bundled with the tip of his nose red in his long trench coat and white puffy earmuffs—that you don’t even mind.

you sigh knowingly, twisting around to look at him with a smile. “come on! the christmas market is so cute.” 

“why can’t we just get drinks inside?” he whines, and you flit over, pressing a quick kiss to his cold cheek. this silences him for a moment as he regards you with wide eyes, smiling with adoration. your stomach flip flops around. ah, it never gets old.

“let’s just do a quick loop and then i promise we can go and get drinks. at a bar. inside,” you say in earnest, and this seems to persuade jun. you loop your arm through his, tucking yourself neatly into his side. he’s warm, even under all the layers, and you smell the familiar aroma of amber and cinnamon wafting from his skin. 

he groans,”fine,” without any heat, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. your grin takes over your whole face as you tug him deeper into the throng of people. there are booths lining the walkway packed with sparkling decorations, large painted ornaments and tempting aromas of herbs and spices. your mouth waters as you pass by a booth selling pierogis, and you tug jun behind you as you move closer, pressing a finger against the glass.  

“ooh, let’s get some,” you say, and your excitement is enough to convince jun to hand over eight dollars to the stand, smiling fondly as you feed him bites from your fork. they’re warm and buttery and a perfect snack to combat the bitter chill of the winter air, and with full bellies you continue tooling around the market. you peruse spice stands, cooking stands, art stands, hand knit hats, scarves, and mittens, hand-painted ornaments, and a million other handcrafted things, all the while jun follows faithfully behind. his eyes glint merrily in the Christmas lights swinging in the night air. 

the pathway opens up into a lively center square, and you gasp excitedly, reaching out to grasp jun’s gloved hand tightly in your own.

“look! ice skating!” you say with vigor, skipping over to the barrier and watching the skaters with wide eyes. you turn back to your boyfriend, blushing to see him watching you again with poorly disguised amusement. “we should do it!”

jun’s eyebrows disappear underneath his fringe. “oh…i don’t know…”

you seemed to be spending most of your time convincing your partner to have a good time with you. 

“come onnnn! i’ll pay this time,” you plead, tugging on his elbow like a needy child. normally you’d take no for an answer, but it’s christmas for god’s sake, and you want to go ice skating with your boyfriend. not surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for him to relent—a few ‘please, please, please’s and an extra whispered promise in his ear for some winter activities you could do once you got home—before he’s pulling you by the hand to the booth and smacking a bill on the counter. 

“two pairs of skates! sizes 7 and 11, please.” your smile is blinding as you place a giddy peck to the cheek, and there he goes blushing again, like this is your first date and not your 200th. you like seeing jun all flustered around you; even after four years it still makes your stomach flip.

the worker hands jun his change and two pairs of skates—one of which he hands off to you—and you find a place to put them on. then the two of you are standing at the edge of the rink, hand in hand. you’ve only ever really gone skating on the ponds near your house, and even then it’s only been the two of you or family members during the holidays. and suddenly you’re a little nervous. experienced skaters and hockey players zip by at blinding speeds, and you inhale a sharp breath as the speed of a skater passing by ruffles your scarf. 

sensing your hesitation, jun gives your hand a soft squeeze and pulls you onto the rink. you grip the wall, white-knuckled, as jun leads you around the edge. it’s slow-going at first, as you get your bearings on the ice, but jun seems to pick up the movements naturally. he’s always been more adept at picking up new skill and ice skating seems to be no exception.

“wait, how are you so good at this?” you ask, breathless, as jun skates gracefully backwards, all the while still holding your hand in his. your trepidation is replaced by incredulity as jun releases your hand and swiftly flips around and glides off in easy loops.

“what the hell?!” you curse loudly, earning you a few grumpy glares from parents of young kids, but you’re too preoccupied watching your ice-skating-prodigy boyfriend to notice. the wind whips through his dark hair, pushing it off his forehead as he passes by you, close enough to feel his fingers graze your arm. “when did you learn to do this?!”

your knees are still unsteady on the ice, and you keep your fingers wrapped around the wall as you hobble around, trying to catch up with your boyfriend. 

“wait!” you call out in slight desperation as he skates past you one more time, weaving in and out of couples and kids making their own rounds. you frown, still sedentary, as jun finally skates back to you, skidding to a stop so you feel a light shower of ice sprinkle your face. 

“hey—ouch!” jun whines, rubbing his shoulder where you just punched him. “what?!”

“since when have you been good at skating?!” you ask in disbelief. he shrugs, exclaiming aloud when he dodges another swing. 

“stop!” jun protests, wrapping his hands around your wrists, and then he knits his fingers in your tightly. “just… like this, come on.” he pulls you gently away from the wall amid objections, showing you how to swish your feet in a graceful back-and-forth pattern. you start to gain a little speed. the wall seems miles away now, other skaters are dipping and weaving around you, and you turn back to jun with your arms held aloft, his name already formed on your lips in jubilation—

WHAM!

this time you do curse loud enough for enough people to hear. jun laughs raucously over the sound of other skaters as you lay flat on your back on the ice, your elbows, hips and pride aching. his face appears over yours, hair hanging down, face glowing with mirth. he offers you a hand, and pulls you up slowly as you wince. talk about old bones—you were going to be feeling that for a week. you hold your butt, massaging the muscle as it aches. 

“fuck,” you groan, lightly punching jun again as he laughs. it soothes your dignity just a bit to see him so happy, throwing his whole head back as he wipes the tears from his eyes. 

“here, i’ll help you,” jun promises, holding his arm out to you. this time it goes a little smoother as jun guides you around the rink. you almost make a full second rotation before you stumble again, this time taking your boyfriend down with you in a spectacular display of limbs and more curse words. the two of you laugh, amid a tangle of arms and legs, breathless. the air doesn’t seem so biting anymore. even on the ice, feeling the bruises blossoming on your shins and butt, watching your boyfriend heave himself to his feet, brush off the snow from his long winter trench coat like some kind of rom-com lead has your heart fluttering in your chest. he pulls you to your feet again, and sputters in surprise when you lurch forward to press a kiss to his lips. 

it fills your chest with warmth, and you laugh short-winded against his mouth as jun’s hands rest on the back of your neck. he’s a bit too eager, biting your lip slightly as you pull away before he’s finished. (you are still in public after all.)

“what was that for?” he asks, nose and cheeks red from the cold. you lift your hand to his face, tracing the line of his cheekbone lightly with your thumb. 

“mm, nothing. i just love you,” you say, quietly, unable to stop the smiles from filling your face. 

jun leans in again, lips centimeters form yours when someone yells, “get a room!” and you freeze. jun laughs loudly again, throwing his head back like he always does. you hid your face against his chest as you giggle in embarrassment. his arms are warm around your body.

“do you wanna take a break?” he asks when you resurface. 

you falter. “but we just got them,” you say, feeling a bit guilty. 

“hey, we have them for a whole hour,” he assures you, and presses a kiss to your temple. 

despite your protests, the activities on land are much more your speed. after finding a secluded little bench, jun disappears for a moment, only to return with two steaming mugs of hot apple cider. it’s sweet and a little spicy but it sends a welcome wave of warmth through your body, letting the steam defrost your noses and cheeks from the winter air. jun wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you watch the skaters together. 

and you just sit in quiet for a while, every so often commenting on the booths or other market-goers. unbeknownst to you, jun watches you fondly, taking in your slouched posture, your bright eyes as you drink in the christmas festivities. that alone is enough to make his chest want to burst. he tucks you just a bit tighter in to his side, lifting a hand to press a gentle kiss to the back of your gloved knuckles.

his presence is just as warm as the cider cupped in your hands.

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a/n: just a fun little wintery jun-fic that's been on my mind. i was also thinking of posting it to skating by vince guaraldi (also a good one if u want the ambiance!!!!) but i liked the mellow tones of bill evans too :3

xx thanks for reading LOVE U!!!

[the1975attheirverybest]

I know its silly and been done before but could you write something short about Matty and the reader having an argument and she leaves his house and he is running after and trying to apologize

Not silly at all! Here’s a little something! Hope you like it :-)

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“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this, Matty. You’ve clearly been drinking.” She turned her back to him, walking out of the living room and into the kitchen to get a sip of water.

“Was at a party. Of course I’ve been drinkin.’ Why does that matter, though? What I’m sayin’ still stands!” He puffed his chest, clearly irritated. “Where’ve you gone. We’re havin’ a conversation, come back here.”

She took a sip out of her glass, feeling the water run down her throat and relieve the dryness she’d felt since this ridiculous argument started.

“Doesn’t feel like much of a conversation when you’re steam rolling me and raising your voice. Can we, just, do this later?”

“I don’t wanna do it later. I wanna do this now.” He stomped his foot dramatically.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re being petulant.”

“I am not. You just have nothin’ of substance to say and you know I’m right. Just admit it!”

“Matty-“

“Admit it! Go on! You know me, I’ll throw my hands up and say ‘I’m wrong; you’re right,’ if you can convince me that I’m actually wrong. I’m not without integrity. But, when I’m right, and you’ve got nothin’ else to say, I’d like the same respect paid to my perspective, as well. Is that such a fuckin’ crime? Hmm?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head repeatedly in shock. “What? What’re you even saying? Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth right now? That’s what I mean about steam rolling! Why’re you on about fuckin ‘integrity’ and ‘perspectives.’ That was a shitty thing you did. Just say you’re sorry, don’t make it a thing!”

“You’re not listening to me!” He ran his hand through his hair, tugging at the roots and sighing loudly. “Listen- let’s start from the beginning. When I said-“

“No! You’re the one whose not listening! I said I didn’t want to talk about it right now. Not while you’re tipsy and getting aggressive and in my face about it. You know what? Fuck this, I’m out of here.”

She dumped the rest of her glass in the sink, setting it down with a loud thud and walking out of the kitchen.

“Where the fuck are you goin’ now! We’re not finished discussing-“

Matty watched her grab her bag from the hanger by the door, unlock the gate, and sprint right out. Not paying him any attention.

“Babe, wait! It’s late! You can’t-“

The door slammed shut behind her, shutting him the hell up.

The echoes of the door closing died down quickly, complete silence descending on the room in an instant. It made him uncomfortable. There was a finality to it that felt forceful. Mostly because it forced him to replay the whole interaction in his admittedly hazy, unfocused mind.

He walked back into the living room, throwing himself down on the couch. He fished his phone out of his pocket and checked the time. 13 minutes past midnight. He’d driven her to his place earlier in the day, so he knew she didn’t have her car. Which meant she was probably walking out in the streets alone. In the pitch darkness. He went into his phone log and pulled up her name and contact info, his finger hovering over the “call” button.

“Oh for fucks sakes” he muttered to himself and sprung to his feet, grabbing his keys and rushing out the door to catch up to her.

“Baby! Please wait!! Hold onnnn” he jogged up the street once he’d spotted her.

The sound of his voice startled her. She turned around, stunned. “What the fuck, Matty! Go away.”

“No- wait- fuck!” He was starting to run out of breath. “Hold on. Don’t say shit like that, if someone sees us they’ll think I’m some creep trying to harass you on the street.” He bent forward to catch his breath, resting his hands on his knees.

“Baby, please, listen-“

“Matty, all I’ve been doing is listening. I said i wasn’t interested in your-“

He interrupted her with a finger on her lips. “Wait- let me just catch a - a breath. Fuckin hell.” He took a deep breath, his heart rate beginning to even out. “Okay, look, I’m sorry. You’re right. I was being a dick. It’s not right. Please, okay? You don’t wanna accept my apology right now, that’s okay. I’ll wait and tell you, again, how sorry I am, in the mornin’ once I’m sober. But- please don’t go. Don’t leave like this! And certainly don’t walk alone at night.”

He straightened his posture and extended his hand out to her. “Take my hand? Please? Walk back inside with me?”

She hesitated briefly, watching him with doubtful eyes. She could see, from the look on his face, that he was being genuine. Besides, Matty was never the type to simply apologize just to end an argument. If anything, he was the exact opposite. Sometimes stubbornly refusing to accept his mistake, unless one could prove to him, without a shadow of a doubt, that what he did or said was objectively wrong. She took his hand in hers, relenting to his pleas.

“Thank you! Yes, thank you!” He squealed and kissed her forehead, taking her under his arm protectively. “Never do that again! storm out at night. Scared me shitless, alright?”

She simply giggled and rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t get you out of apologizing in the morning.”

“No, I know. Just- hate thinking I sent you into danger by being an asshole…”

“You do realize you like in a pretty fancy neighborhood.”

“Even so! No walking alone in the dark. Ever!”

“Yes, sir.”

[goatcheesecak3]

HI DO YOU WRITE FOR MATT FROM DYING BREED????

if so...... can you do a fic where him and reader (m!reader preferred but thats up to u :3) take a bath together???? it doesnt have to be smutty, just... some silly fluff???

Trip to Scotland

Matt x GN!Reader

fic type: fluff

warnings: none

summary: You and your boyfriend Matt enjoy a nice day out on your holiday, followed by a cosy evening sharing a bath

A/N hello! thank you so so so so much for requesting a Matt fic! He's so pretty i love himb. also!! i wrote this with the intention of making it x m!reader, but like halfway through i realised that i hadn't actually used any pronouns for the reader, so i just stuck with that, hope that's okay!

It had been a year since you and matt had visited rural Tasmania and suffered a terrible ordeal. Somehow, despite all the turmoil you’d gone through, not only had you and Matt stayed together, but you hadn’t let the events of that trip ruin travelling for you. Deciding that the pair of you wanted a change of setting, you had taken a trip to the beautiful Scottish highlands. A whole two weeks on a quaint little peninsular, surrounded by rolling hills and luxurious green fields spread across the land like velvet bedsheets. Having an aversion to camping, after your last trip, the pair of you had opted to stay in a gorgeous renovated mill house, with all it’s original architecture still in tact. This was most definitely a smart move on your part, taking advantage of the amenities of a house was by far preferable to a dirty tent.

This getaway consisted of long days hiking, visiting out of the way historical landmarks, and cosy evenings curled up by the fireplace. However, on one particularly rainy day, the two of you had decided against braving the treacherous conditions, and instead opted to visit a distillery.

“Babe, look!” Matt exclaimed excitedly, pointing towards a kiosk in the gift shop. A little sign read “free samples.”

“Knock yourself out, babe” you smiled. You were driving that day, so you couldn’t exactly sit around tasting whisky, so instead you had a little gander around the rest of the shop.

You found an adorable beanie, navy blue with an embroidered wild boar on it – it was the perfect gift for Matt, you always thought that blue brought out his eyes. After checking out, you found Matt back at the kiosk, having just purchased a pretty fancy bottle of whisky.

“For us tonight” He grinned, shaking the bottle by the neck, before slipping it into his bag.

“Now that is an idea I can get behind” you grinned, as the two of you left the distillery, “come on, you” you giggled, pulling him into your car.

The rain persisted throughout the rest of the day as the two of you browsed local knick-knack and gift shops. Matt looked cute enough to put in your pocket in his new beanie, which he was incredibly grateful for by the evening when the temperature began to drop. But soon enough, not even knitwear could keep either of you warm, so you decided to call it a day and head back to the mill house.

The crackling fire punctuated the sweet silence of the living room, as you snuggled up in an armchair to catch up on some reading. The reading was going to have to wait, however, when Matt burst into the room, an excited look on his face.

“Y/n, come with me” he beamed, his cheeks rosy from the warmth of the fire hitting his face.

“May I ask what exactly I’m giving up my precious reading time for?” you chortled.

“Just come onnnn” he whinged needily, holding out a hand for you to take.

It took no more persuasion for you to follow Matt and his longing green eyes upstairs, as he lead you to the bathroom.

He’d run a bath and set two tumblers and the bottle of whisky on a stool next to the tub. Matt stood proudly in the doorway.

“Now, I’m no genius, but I think drinking fancy scotch in a bath with your boyfriend is a lot more fun than drinking it alone with a book” He winked.

“I don’t know… books are pretty great” you teased sarcastically, already getting undressed.

…

Leaning back into Matt’s chest, you sipped your drink and closed your eyes, letting the hot water run all over you. Matt’s soft hands tenderly rubbed up and down your arms, his chin resting in the crook of your shoulder.

“Better than a book now?” He whispered

“yeah, something like that” you smirked, turning to look at him.

He pressed a delicate kiss onto your cheek, his arms weaving their way around your waist and holding you close.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he mumbled, the alcohol rendering him a soppy and affectionate mess – not that you minded.

“you’re not so bad yourself” you smirked.

“I’m serious, Y/N, look at you. I can’t believe I’m in a beautiful country, drinking the fanciest bloody whisky I’ve ever had, in a bath with the sexiest person I’ve ever seen.”

It usually took a lot to render you speechless, in fact more often than not, you had an answer for everything. But when the love of your life looked at you with those mesmerising eyes, so full of love and admiration, you almost forgot how to speak. You knew that no words could ever do justice for the way you felt about him, so instead you turned your body to face him, cupped his face and kissed him.

“Love you so fuckin much” you mumbled against his lips, earning a giggle and a squeeze around your waist from Matt.

“I love you too, baby” he replied.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Only the Young | Part 2

Part 1 | Part 3

18+

Synopsis: Eddie tries to fix what he broke, making you start crushing

Pairing: Eddie Munson x shy/socially anxious!reader (I'll admit this is a little self indulgent)

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"Come onnnn," He groans, shuffling around the tapes on the shelf before going back up to the counter, "Are you sure that's where it's supposed to be?"

The clerk, who looks like she'd rather be anywhere else, doesn't even look at him as she runs a coat of polish over her nails, "If it's not there, then we don't have it."

"Can you check the back for me?" He asks, "I really need a copy."

She sighs and rolls her eyes, "Whatever."

She can hear his rings anxiously clicking against the counter as she quickly scans the shelves of the stock room.

His hopeful look falls when she comes back empty-handed, "W-what about-"

"We. Don't. Have. It. Munson." She growls, "And if you ask me to check the back again I'm gonna ban you."

He whines and bounces slightly, "Fine."

He stomps towards the records, angrily flipping through them. He grabs the new Twisted Sister album and a few blank tapes before he goes back to the counter, fishing out a few crumpled-up bills from his pocket.

He tosses his new music on the passenger seat of his van and strolls into RadioShack.

"Anything I can help you with?" Bob Newby smiles from behind the register.

"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for a new Walkman and a set of headphones?"

"Walkmans are over there," He points to an isle, "And headphones are on the back wall."

"Thanks, man."

He nearly chokes on his own tongue when he sees the price, $100?! He doesn't have that kind of cash, especially not on him. He'd have to hope for a busy week to get the money, but he really wanted to give Y/n a replacement on Monday. Now, not only was he down the tape but the player too.

"You okay over there?"

"Yeah..." He sighs, trudging to the headphones, might as well get them now. He's grabbing a decent-looking pair off the wall when he gets an idea.

He quickly pays for the them and hurries out to the van.

○●○●○

Monday rolls around and he doesn't know why he's so anxious.

He nervously grips his black lunchbox before stepping into the cafeteria.

He spends a few minutes looking for you, but comes up short. He knows you're at school, you were basically hiding behind your textbook in your shared class, and disappeared before he could talk to you.

He checks the school steps and the bleachers, not finding you in either place.

Lastly he looks in the library, quickly peeking down the rows of books until he finds you.

You're on the floor, so wrapped up in your book you don't even notice him approach.

"Good book?"

You let out a small shriek, book slamming shut and he's quick to apologize.

"Shit! No! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Don't scream!"

It's quiet for a moment as you stare up at him with scared eyes, waiting for the librarian to reprimand you. Nothing happens and he looks between you and the floor in front of you, silently asking permission to sit.

You nod slightly and he sits cross legged in front of you, fingers nervously tapping the metal box.

"Can I..." your eyes dart around as you hug the book to your chest, "Help you?"

"No... I-I mean, I was hoping I could help you!" He stammers when you look at him confused. He clears his throat as he fumbles with his lunchbox, "Here."

His hands are shaking and he doesn't look you in the eye, holding a Walkman in front of you.

"I know it's not new, these things are like crazy expensive, but I wanted to get you something that at least worked since yours was trashed because of me," he explains when you take it.

You're silent and turn the device over in your hand, looking it over when you see it. The faint remnants of "Eddie Munson" written in sharpie on the back, looking like he'd tried to rub the letters away.

"I-I can't-"

"No, it's okay, really!" He interjects, "I don't really use it anymore anyways."

He's lying of course, that Walkman is one of his favorite things, but its worth it to see you crack the slightest, appreciative smile.

"Oh! I also got these since... y'know."

"Th-thanks Eddie," You smile fondly at the player and headphones in your hands, your stomach doing somersaults, "But you really didn't have to."

"I wanted to."

End of the day, you go to your locker and pop open your newly acquired Walkman to put in some music, but there's already a tape in it.

Your eyebrows furrow as you take it out, Eddie did say he didn't use it much, so it's not too surprising he forgot he had a tape in there.

But when you look at it, it has your name written on it. The tracks say it's mostly Journey, but there's a handful of various other artists on it.

You feel your heart flutter.

He made you a mixtape?

You don't even bother hiding your blushing smile as you slip the tape back into the deck and hit play.

A few weeks go by, and you listen to your new tape over and over. Every time you try to convince yourself that it doesn't mean anything, that he just felt bad for what happened, you remember he took time to make it for you.

The biggest downside to your crush is that now whenever you look at him, or he says something to you, it make the butterflies that have taken permanent residence in your stomach, go crazy. As if it wasn't hard to talk to him before, it was pretty much impossible now.

Eddie notices your excessive timidness around him and starts to wonder if the mixtape was too much, that maybe he'd overstepped.

That is until he sees two of the more jocky seniors bugging you by your locker.

"See that? It says Munson," one laughs holding the Walkman away from you, "What? Are you and that freak going steady or something?"

"I bet he made a shitty mixtape too," the other snatches it away and pulls out the tape, "Shit! Look! I was right! Aww, your freak boyfriend make you a lot of these?"

He manages to yank both the player and the tape from them before they notice him, "Don't you assholes have anything better to do?"

"Look who came to the rescue," the first one scoff, "The town freak."

"Back off," he makes sure stand in front of you, making him the sole target.

"Or what?"

It doesn't matter to Eddie that normally, he would never be a hero like this, but something about these pricks screwing with you, it made him want to tear flesh.

He's just about to deck the older boy when a teacher comes around the corner. She yells at them, telling them to get home, or wherever they need to be before all four of them get detention.

Eddie waits until the other two leave before turning to you. You look like you're either about to bolt or die on the spot, your lip quivering.

"Y/n are you-" He stops when you sniffle and he does the first thing that comes to mind. He pulls you into a hug.

His heart both soars and breaks when you let him pull you close, your fists gripping his shirt as you start crying.

He has to keep himself from freezing, he hadn't 100% known if you'd be comfortable with his sudden closeness.

"Y-you're okay," He mutters, hands running across your back soothingly, "A-are you okay?"

He's only slightly panicking when you don't answer and he starts rambling, "Do you want a ride home? I could drive you- O-or I could just leave you alone? I know this happened because of me so I get if you want me to just walk off a cliff or something. Damn it, I shouldn't've stopped you. None of this wouldn't be happening if I'd just let you walk home- I'm so fucking sorry Y/n."

"C-can you shut up please?" You pull away just enough to look at his face and his mouth snaps shut, brown eyes trained on your tear-stained cheeks. He's sure you can feel the way his heart is absolutely pounding, "I..."

Your cheeks heat up, embarrassment flooding through you when you meet his soft, worried eyes, and you lose your words. Damn you definitely had it bad.

"I-..." You have to tear your eyes away just to get your mouth working again, "I would like a ride home, actually."

"Y-yeah?" You nod when he asks, "Okay. Yeah, okay. Let's go."

He immediately takes your bag and his hand finds the small of your back, leading you out to his van.

You feel your cheeks burn when he opens the door for you and offers his hand to help you in.

You can't bring yourself to say anything during the drive, but he can feel you glancing at him.

When you're nearly at your house you have to really psyche yourself up.

"So uh..." He grips the wheel as he comes to a stop, "I'll um... W-where did we land on the whole 'being seen with me' thing-?"

His voice catches in his throat and he goes rigid when you lean over and kiss his cheek. His face is bright pink when you pull away and grab your bag.

"Thanks... F-for the ride. I'll see you tomorrow."

He watches you in awe as you get out and walk into your house. He can't stop himself from swooning.

○●○●○

For the next two weeks, he notices you smile at him more and even hide laughs at his stupid comments in class, egging him into doing more just to break you.

But what really gets him excited is when he goes to lunch and finds you reading at the Hellfire table. He's practically vibrating as he sits down next to you.

"Hey!" He cringes slightly at how loud his voice is and clears his throat, "Hey, Y/n, I didn't expect to see you... Sitting here that is."

"Do...do you... Mind?" You look at him like a deer in headlights, "I -I can move-"

"No! No, of course it's fine," He shakes his head, "You are more than welcome to sit with us. P-pretty thing like you? M-more than... welcome."

What the hell is he saying? He wants to slam his head against the table until he gets the foot out of his mouth.

"Hey, who's this?" Gareth asks, sitting across from you.

"I-I'm Y-y/n," You stammer, eyes glued to the table and Eddie can't help but think how cute you look all flustered.

"Oh you're Y/n?" He asks and both you and Eddie look up at him, "Eddie hasn't been able to shut up about you-"

"Your taste in literature!" Eddie jumps in, grabbing your book, "See? Now they're reading..."

He looks at the cover, holy shit, "The Hobbit. Which, as you know, is one of my favorite books!"

Oh god, he wants to kiss you. He wants to kiss you so bad. You're sitting at his table, reading his favorite book, looking like the cutest thing he's ever seen.

"Yes," Gareth looks at his friends in bewilderment, "We sit around and talk about what other people are reading, obviously!"

Eddie glares at him until he hears you- holy shit was that a giggle?

"Yeah," you say softly, fingers brushing his when you take the book back, "It's my favorite too."

He spends the rest of the block trying not to blatantly stare at you with heart eyes.

○●○●○

"What do you mean you haven't seen Labyrinth?" Eddie's eyebrows shoot up at your confession.

"I-I don't know, just haven't had the chance I guess," you shrug from the passenger seat. As the two of you became friends he started driving you home most days.

"Well, I guess we're gonna have to change that, won't we sweetheart?" He laughs and your stomach flips, "You free Saturday night?"

"I-" you bite your bottom lip briefly as your cheeks flush with warmth, "Yes."

His grin widens and he excitedly hits the wheel, "Alright then! I'll pick you up, we can make a night out of it!"

He rambles on as he pulls onto your street, "We'll order pizza, and I'll buy us some candy. What's your favorite candy by the way? Never mind, I'll just get one of everything."

"It's a date then," You smile kissing his cheek and grabbing your bag, "I'll see you later, Eds."

He watches you get out and walk inside, swallowing hard.

"A date?"

○●○●○

"Dude, it's just a figure of speech," Gareth chuckles, as Eddie fumbles over his word while they clean up after Hellfire.

"You weren't there," he whines, "The way they said it was really, I dunno... suggestive?"

"Suggestive?"

"Yeah, like... like," he sighs, head dropping, "I just don't want to disappoint them by being too casual about this."

"You've been crushing on them for what, two years now? What do you want out of tomorrow night?"

He stops for a moment and thinks, "I want them to be comfortable with me, and I... I want to... kiss them."

Gareth smiles, "Then go for it."

"I don't wanna scare them off."

"Eddie, if you trust me on anything, trust this? You won't."

○●○●○

You can tell something is up when his fingers tap erratically on the steering wheel on the way to his place.

You don't say anything until you're sat on his couch and he's pacing in front of you, rambling about some candy he pulled out of a shopping bag.

"Eddie?" He doesn't hear you at first, "Eddie!"

He freezes on the spot and looks over at you.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm, uh," his cheeks tint pink, "Y-yeah. Let's start this movie."

He turns on the VCR and hits play, sitting about half a cushion away.

As the movie goes on he relaxes, arm comfortably on the back of the couch. He doesn't notice you scooch closer until your head is resting on his shoulder and his eyes go wide.

He tries not to freak out, and he prays you can't feel the way his heartbeat skyrockets.

It takes him a second, but he somewhat casually moves his arm from the back of the couch to around your shoulders.

You stay like that for a while, both of you relishing the closeness.

"Hey, uh, Y/n?" He mutters near the end of the film.

"Mm?" Your eyebrows furrow, but you don't look away from the screen.

"Hey," Two fingers furn your chin to look up at him and your eyes widen, suddenly pulling back when you feel his lips on yours. He immediately starts apologizing, "Shit- I'm sorry! I-I shouldn't have- Mm!"

He groans against your mouth when you're suddenly kissing him.

"I-I take it you like me too?" He asks as he pulls away, "Or am I reading too much into-"

"You're not," you assure him, hand cupping his cheek, making him smile.

"Good," he turns his head to press a kiss to your palm, "Cause I would hate for this to be a one time thing."

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[robobarbie]

This but with quest and toasty? I can handle the angst

Please and thank you

Quest watches you pull the ring from your pocket. He stares as you set it on the table between you, gently nudging it forward.

You catch his gaze -- you're so, so hopeful. You want nothing more than for him to say yes. You can already envision your life together. He can see it in the way you smile and the way you lean forward a little.

But he's... he can't picture it. There's too many uncertainties. You don't know enough about him yet. About his past. He hasn't told you everything yet. And... and he's certain you'd feel differently if you knew it all.

He gently takes the ring, holds your hand, and places it back in your palm. He curls your fingers over it slowly and your smile falls from your face.

His heart breaks and he pulls his hands away.

"Let's go home, angel. We need to talk."

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You giggle in Toasty's ear and hug them from behind. "Come onnnn, come on!! I have to show you something!!"

They pause their game and oblige you, taking your hand and following you to the bed.

"What's up? What couldn't POSSIBLY wait?" They tease you as you lean over to grab something from the side table.

You giggle, hiding it behind your back. "Guess."

They snort. "As long as it's not a ring, I'll be happy."

Your smile instantly falls. "What?"

They pause. "It's... it's not a ring, is it?"

Their heart drops and you bite your lip.

"Darling..."

You slowly pull the ringbox out. It's beautiful just on it's own. They gently take it from you and open it to the most perfect ring they've ever seen. You must have... spent months picking it. Shit.

Toasty runs a hand through their loose hair, failing to stop the hollow feeling in their chest as it grows heavier and heavier.

The snap the lid shut and hand it back.

"I got a job offer."

"Oh."

You had known he'd been looking.

"Where?"

"Across the country."

"...Oh."

After a moment, they gingerly sit next to you. They don't move to take your hand.

"You can't move... right?"

"Right. Right, I-- I can't." The words stumble from your mouth and their eyes fall to their hands.

And before you have to have the next conversation -- the one you both were hoping to never have -- you sit there with them. Holding on to the last fragments you have of the life you enjoyed together.

[mikanotes]

amethyst ring

ei x gn!reader | 1.3k words

genre: angst

warnings: mentions of death, and just pure angst i'm sorry lmao

synopsis: you are the best that there is, and for this reason she must leave.

“Ei!”

Your existence was a beautiful one.

“I brought you some Dango Milk. This guy’s going out of business with how bad it’s selling, you know? Let me in, will ya?!”

A truly, stunning one indeed.

“Oh, man.” you sighed, the bag holding the bottles of milk swaying on your arm as you clasped your hands together and closed your eyes tight. “Oh, Plane of Euthymia, will you do me the great honor of opening your doors to me, allowing me to see Her Excellency herself?!”

Ei found herself smiling at your words. You were never scared of her. How come?

“Ei-chan, come onnnn! Open already!”

Ei. Baal. Beelzebub. The Raiden Shogun. Her Excellency. The Electro Archon. The one who presides over Inazuma. The cause of the storm confining the islands away from the rest of the world. The one who’d partially led and actively participated in the Vision Hunt Decree. How come a mere human like you couldn’t be scared. How come she found herself opening up to you? How come she’d inadvertently let her guard down when you were around, allowing herself to feel?

“Ei!”

She couldn’t allow it. But for one last time, she indulged.

The plane of Euthymia opened, enveloping your figure more and more until you were entirely in it. Once you were, you huffed out an annoyed sigh. “Took you long enough!”

“My apologies, it seems my time of meditation made my thoughts wander elsewhere.” she said, uncrossing her legs slowly and stepping down to the ground. You only chuckled in response, shaking your head.

In the hundreds of years she had lived, Ei had ever seen someone so beautiful. Each and every of your features, each movement you made, each smile, each touch… She had to end it.

“It’s okay, I was kinda kidding.” you laughed, “Y’know, Yae took ages to agree to give me that Pass Permit! And that Okuzumeshuu guy still doesn’t believe me despite it being like, the fifteenth time I show it to him! I work real hard to see you.”

She wants to tell you, now. She wants to tell you but the words are stuck in her throat, unable to leave. She only smiles softly.

She couldn’t allow it. She had to end it.

You spent a few hours talking and drinking Dango Milk, as well as eating other sweets you knew she liked. She felt comfortable, and she felt less lonely. She was always happier around you, for the months you’d spent together. You were the hand that brought her back to the surface when she drowned in her own thoughts. The very sound of your voice calling out her name was enough to relieve her from the growing anxieties in her mind.

Nevertheless, it had to end.

You walked to the gate, showing the Pass Permit to the Okuzumeshuu, before walking cheerfully to the doors you were so familiar with. The Raiden Shogun was sitting in a corner, seemingly “asleep”, and you walked over to the other side of the room.

“Ei-chan! It’s me!”

Silence. You were used to it, but this time, it felt unusual.

“Eiiiiiii! I’m hereeeeeee!”

Nothing, still.

“Ei!”

You repeated her name, calling for her over and over for what felt like hours, before you sighed and put the gifts you’d brought her on the floor. You kept one of the boxes in your pocket before heading out.

This felt lonely. You weren’t used to her not answering at all. Was she meditating again? Was she busy? Did she simply not want you company? Or felt like being alone?

Oh, well.

The second day, there was still silence. And your bag of gifts remained on the floor.

The third day was still the same.

The fourth one, the bag disappeared.

The tenth one, you fiddled with the box in your hands before putting it back in your pocket and leaving.

The twentieth time, you didn’t call out her name anymore.

The twenty-fifth time, Ei stepped out of the Plane of Euthymia. She looked around Tenshukaku, empty and cold, with the Raiden Shogun puppet asleep on the floor. By the doors, she found a letter, and a small box.

“Ei-chan.

I’m not entirely sure what to write in this. I miss you, is probably the thing I want to tell you the most. Why? is what I want to ask you the most. Was there a reason as to why you stopped responding to me? Are you even feeling alright? If I was bothering you, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t want you to feel lonely, but perhaps my presence became overbearing. I hope that isn’t the case.

Ei-chan, I care about you more than you could ever imagine. The first day you didn’t open the Plane of Euthymia for me, it made my chest ache like it never had before. I’m not even entirely sure whether it hurts more now or if it did on that day. Perhaps the realization that you didn’t want to be with me anymore was the most painful one.

I gave the Pass Permit back to Yae-Miko, and told her I probably wouldn’t be coming back to ask for it again. She was confused, and I didn’t understand. I thought she wouldn’t be surprised. So why, Ei? Why did you leave me?

I love you. That won’t ever change. As you have said so many times, Inazuma shines eternal. And as my heart tells me, so does my love for you. I don’t think there will ever be anything or anyone that will hurt me as much as your love did. You made me happy and you made me sad, you made me feel the most pure and full side of every emotion, and I loved you for it. I loved you, I love you, and I will keep on loving you.

If that’s a problem, I’m sorry. I won’t be in your way again.

Please accept this gift. It was originally meant to represent a promise, a promise of love. I believe that now it simply represents my feelings.

[name].”

Ei raised her head before the tears could hit this precious piece of paper. She cherished it, and she would cherish it for as long as she’d live. She couldn’t allow a single teardrop to stain the ink of your handwriting.

After closing her eyes and taking a calm and deep breath, she grabbed and opened the box.

A ring. Stunning, made of metal and set with Vajrada Amethyst. It was shaped into a sakura flower, and inside of the amethyst, a single sakura bloom leaf was set. It lit up a bright purple upon her fingers touching it, sending a slight shock through her body. It was almost as if it was imbued with electro energy. But you had no Vision, no powers, nothing.

Perhaps those were simply your feelings communicated to her.

She put in on her ring finger, staring at it longingly. Her lips would probably never form a smile like you made them ever again. Her heart wouldn’t ache in the way you made it ever again. Your face would never be as close as it usually was to hers-- Ever again.

This was for the best. With the beginnings of her change of mind about Eternity, she couldn’t allow herself to stay with you. You, as any other human, was the opposite of Eternity. You would fade away as fast as you came to her, and she would let her feelings guide her back to her previous principles. She didn’t want to lose you, ever. But this was for the best.

She touched the flower-shaped ore, and felt another shock.

In your bedroom, laying down on your bed and staring at the ceiling, you felt a shock go from your ring finger to the rest of your body.

Ei-chan.

[name].

I miss you already.

I miss you already.

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Sugar on Honey🍯

A/N: Hellooo I hope you guys are doing great I just wanted to try writing a Jim Hopper fic since I barely see any like come on he's so fine and ugh. Ahem anyways pls enjoy the story if u have any recommendations feel free to comment! If u have a request feel free to send a message to me! I'm still new to Tumblr so I'm not really sure how to work any of this sorry about that! ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- Hopper didn’t understand how you were so calm with Eleven. He tried, he really did. He took care of Eleven as if he was her own but he couldn't be as gentle and soft as you were. “This is an apple ok? It's red, sweet and a fruit. This is a cucumber, it's green and a vegetable!” Hopper watched as you taught Eleven basic English. “Ok, now you try” You hold up a bunch of grapes. “These are...grapes, sweet, blue and...fruit?” Eleven guessed while squinting hard at the grapes. “Heyyyy not bad! You're doing great, you just mixed up purple with blue but no biggie. Do you wanna do another one?” You said encouragingly. Eleven nods and proceeds to pick another product to investigate. “Oooh~ Hopper watches as you two laugh and learn, he couldn't stop himself from smiling, he appreciated what you were doing especially since Eleven was on house arrest. You were the only one he could trust. He absentmindedly takes a sip of his dark coffee hissing as it was too hot to drink. “You ok?” Hopper looks up to see you looking at him with a worried expression on your face. He loved that face, it was pretty cute. He chuckled “Ye, just too hot to drink” “Be careful before you burn your tongue off for good” You start cleaning the food off of the ground. “Yeah yeah, I won't mom” Hopper jokes as he goes into the kitchen. “Very funny Hopper haha” You give a playful glare “What is so funny? Ha...ha?” Eleven asks, seeing you two joking around not understanding the sarcasm. “Oh it's just sarcasm honey, try finding it in the dictionary, you'll find the meaning there.” You give a gentle smile while pointing to the thick book. “Well, there you go word of the day.” Hopper comes back into the hall sitting in the big chair stirring his spoon in the white coffee-stained mug. You wondered how much coffee he really drinks in a day. “S-A-R-C-A-S-M? the use of i- irony to m-mock or con-convey contempt?” Eleven read trying to read the words correctly. She looked at you for guidance and approval. “Good job kid, you’re doing so well, I need to go now, be a good girl for me ok?” you kissed her crown and gave a hug feeling her arms slowly wrapping around your bottom. “Bye-bye now~” “Bye (Y/N)” Eleven gave a small shy smile as she watched you look for your coat. “Here you go, make sure to zip up” Hopper gives you your coat helping you put it on. “Mm thanks, Hopper” “You want a ride?” Hopper suggests side-eyeing you while he refills his coffee. “I think ill manage, il call if anything happens” “Nope nope it's freezing, not letting you go out alone especially when it's night,” He says sternly as he puts on his coat and boots grabbing his keys on the way to the door “I'll be fine-” “Come on, let's go” You sigh “Ok fine” You trudge to his truck knowing he wouldn't let you win the argument. Giving a small wave to Eleven through the window. You pull his hand stopping him from going too close to the truck. “What, what's wrong, did you forget something?” Hopper asked “No you did” Hopper gives you a confused look “Eleven” “What about her?” “You didn't tell her bye” You take your hand backcrossing it against your chest as you look at the chief disappointed. Hopper sighs and goes back to the house, you watch as he tells Eleven bye” “Happy?” He says with his arms out as he walks towards you. “Depends,” You say as you open the truck door. You wait until he starts the car and starts moving out of the parking area. “What did you tell her?” “What?” “What did you tell her?” “I told her to keep the doors locked, not go out, keep windows and curtains closed-” “Hopperrr” You interrupt him,

sighing with your head down “What have I told you, give be gentle with her. She’s smart and strong, she can handle herself if anything happens. All you have to do is give her a simple bye and a hug” You put a hand on his leg “I know you're trying Jim, I really do know that. I've seen some progress and I'm really happy for both of you. Don’t be so harsh on her ok? She’s just a kid” Hopper sighs calming under your touch. “I know, I know I just. I feel like if I don't be hard on her, she’ll run away, get in some serious trouble and go meet her boyfriend.” Hopper rolls his eyes thinking of Eleven and MIke together. “Well if I was on house arrest and a teenager I would've run away to see my boyfriend too,” You say taking your hand off of his leg. “No you wouldn’t, you wouldn't even go out to the park, you were too much of a wuss,” He says as he looks for something in his coat. You dramatically gasp “Ok first of all, you're right, I would've never run away. Second, I have strict parents and you know that. Third I am not a wuss I just like staying home,” you sigh “who am I kidding I hated going out and being around people, especially with those dumb kids running around” You shake your head thinking of how introverted you were as a kid. Hopper laughs, throwing his head back watching you jokingly pout at him. He takes a cigarette out of his right pocket. “Well you were always the kid in the back of the room, quiet and shy, never understood how you could keep your mouth shut for so long” You grab the cigarette out of his mouth throwing it away somewhere in the car making him give you a glare “You know how my parents are, “be quiet,” “be good,'' “do good in school”, “no boys”” You say, quoting your parents' famous words. “Well at least they raised a good person,” He said, giving a genuine compliment your way. “Hah, that was all my doing” Frowning remembering how horrible your parents were at raising a child. You saw Hopper turning the radio on. You knew what he was doing but you weren't going to stop him at all. He turned it to the classic rock channel starting to sing and rock his head. Ah, how you loved him. Hey hey baby when you walk that way, Watch your honey drip, can't keep away Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ahOh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ah. “Here comes Jim Hopper, everyone missing members of Led Zeppelin'' You say as if there's a crowd. I gotta roll, can't stand still Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill You laugh at how amusing he sounds, he's not half bad for the chief of police. Eyes that shine, burnin' red Dreams of you all through my head You throw your head back clutching your stomach, you just couldn't stop laughing. “Come on singggg, I know you know this one” Hopper says encouraging you to sing. “Noooo, are you crazy?!” You yell at him “Come onnnn” He pushes you You roll your eyes as he starts singing again. Hey, baby, oh baby, pretty baby Move me like you're doin' now- “Who knew the kitten could sing huh?” Hopper looks at you while you start singing with a big smile.

Didn't take too long 'fore I found out What people mean by down and out

Spent my money, took my car Started tellin' her friends she gonna be a star~ ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- “Thanks for the ride, really appreciate it Jim. Goodnight. Make sure to get some rest ok?” You say as you close the door “Yeah yeah mom, I get it” You give him a glare through the window door. Giving him a wave you turn around to your place. “Hold on!” You hear Hopper's voice shout behind you. Stopping in your tracks you turn around to see Hopper speed walking towards trying not to slip from the thick snow on the ground. The night was so beautiful, the snow was thick and flowing down like paper, it wasn't too cold but just cold enough to make the tip of your nose red. The street lights were on looking like yellow stars in the dark blue sky. It was perfect. “You forgot your bag,” He said, giving it to you. “Oh? OH thank you” you said, giving him a thankful smile while reaching for the bag. “It's fine, it's not like I'm gonna steal it now” Hopper chuckles putting his hands in his coat pockets. “Well, why would anyone steal a gift they gave to someone else?” You said giggling as you put the bag on. He grins “It looks good on you by the way, really suits you” “Oh, thanks” You blush at the comment while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just thinking, you don't have to if you want, but I just wanted to ask you if u wanted to go on a date? I was thinking of a restaurant but only if u wanted to go there, we can go somewhere else, really up to you," he sighed "I'm gonna shut up now, have a goodnight” Hopper turned on his heel and started leaving but felt a tug on his coat. “I would love to go on a date with you Jim,” You said, giving him a gentle smile. You stood up on your tiptoes giving him a peck on the cheek. It felt different because of the stubble but you liked it. The butterflies in both of your stomachs were going crazy, fluttering around as if they were being chased by a bird. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace but fell back down due to the height difference.

“6 pm Friday at Johnnie's?” “I would love that, casual dress code?” “Why would we need a dress code?” He joked “Hoppperr” You hit his chest distancing yourself heading to your house. You stood on the porch seeing him waiting for you to go in your house safely. You lean against your doorway. “Goodnight Jim” God he loved it when you called him by Jim, it was like sugar on honey. “Goodnight kitten” You smiled at the nickname.

Heading inside you close the door, leaning against it. “EEEEEEEEEEE he actually asked me out, oh my god” You laugh at how excited you were acting. You couldn't wait. --------------------------------------❈-------------------------------------- Hopper headed to his truck getting in and turning the radio on. “Good job Hop, good job” He chuckled as he drove off. He couldn't wait.

[fayemarvels]

Please come pick him up

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: After a hard case, Spencer and the team go get drunk to forget about it. Spencer gets drunk and this leads to (Y/N) accidentally meeting Derek.

Warnings: mentions of death, murder, unsub, consumption of alcohol – not specified, 1 sexual joke, / please inform me if I missed something

Word count: 2k

! Please don't repost my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you!

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Spencer and (Y/N) have been dating for 9 months. Everything was going great, they met each other’s parents and Spencer even met (Y/N)’s parents. But she still hasn’t met his. It wasn’t because he was ashamed or embarrassed by her.

He just knew the team would make a huge deal about it, and would probably embarrass him or make a huge deal out of it. He knew he would have to introduce them eventually. But for now, he wanted to keep the relationship a secret from the team.

(Y/N) knew the reasons as to why she didn’t meet the team, and she was okay with it. He wanted to introduce them on his own terms, but he didn’t think she would meet them because of his alcohol intolerance.

It was 1 am and (Y/N) was waiting for Spencer to come home. He and his team went out to get their minds of the latest case in California. It was physically and mentally very draining. It took them 4 weeks to catch the unsub, who killed 9 people before they got to him. And as usual, everyone on the team blamed themselves just a little, for all the lives that were lost, especially Spencer. Scratch that, Spencer fully blamed himself for the killings, and it broke (Y/N)’s heart.

“I should’ve known where he was hiding, it was on the geological profile and I glanced over it! They would still be alive if I saw it sooner.” Spencer was sitting on the ground with his back to the couch sobbing. His hands were tugging at his hair, his eyes full of tears, his cheeks red and blotchy and he tried to catch his breath.

“Bub, please don’t do this to yourself,” (Y/N) begged as she tried to get his hands out of his hair. She took him into her arms and he leaned against her.

“It’s okay, it’s fine,” she tried to calm him down. He put his face into the crook of her neck and breathed in her scent. His breath started to calm down and his eyes started to close.

“Bub, we have to get to the bed, your back will hurt if we sleep here” She slowly walked him into his bedroom and helped him into his pajamas. When they flopped onto the bed, Spencer immediately laid his head on (Y/N)’s chest and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“Goodnight bub, it’s gonna be better tomorrow, I promise.” She whispered and ran her fingers through his hair. He fell asleep quickly that night.

Originally, Spencer didn’t want to go to the bar with his friends, but (Y/N) persuaded him. She said it would be good for his mind, to get his mind off the case.

She dropped him off in front of the bar and kissed his cheek.

“Call me when you want to go home, have fun, get your mind off the case, don’t drink too much please, your head hurts when you are hangover.” He nodded and got out of the car.

“I’ll call you, Love you bye,” he said and walked into the bar.

He came to the bar at around 9 pm. Penelope, Emily, and Derek were already there and they saved him a place in the booth. They talked about work, personal lives, and the rest of the team. Rossi and JJ came at around 10 pm and Hotch came 15 minutes after them. The alcohol started coming their way, and Derek persuaded Spencer to drink.

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3 hours later, Spencer couldn’t stand on his own properly. He was really tired and wanted to go home and cuddle with his love.

“Okay pretty boy, I think that’s enough for you,” Derek said and Spencer shook his head.

“Noooo I want some more, she told me to have fun,” Spencer whined and Derek looked at him confused,

“Sorry pretty boy, but we need to get you home, you said you have someone who will pick you up, give me your phone, I will call.” Spencer pouted and mumbled,

“I want to go home, she will be worried, I told her I won’t drink.” Everyone looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Her? Who is her? You have a girlfriend we don’t know of?” Derek teased and Spencer nodded dreamily.

”Yeah, her name is (Y/N) she is the most beautiful person in the whole world. She is my ride home, call her.” he instructed and Derek rolled his eyes.

He fished out Spencer’s phone from his back pocket and dialed the contact with the name “My (Y/N)”

“Hey love, everything alright?” he heard a cheery voice from the other end and he chuckled.

“Hey, this is Derek Morgan, Spencer is very drunk and he says that you are his ride home, can you come to pick him up please?”

“Um, sure yeah I’ll be there in about 10 minutes, bye.” She said and ended the call.

“So, pretty boy, tell me about this girlfriend of yours.” Derek teased and Spencer grumbled.

“I won’t tell you anything, you will make fun of me”

“I won’t, I promise, I just want to know everything.” Derek tried to get any information out of him, but Spencer didn’t budge.

“No, if I told you anything, I would regret it tomorrow.” Spencer shook his head and Derek shrugged his shoulders.

“Ok, but just now, I will get it out of you.”

Just as he finished his sentence, a car pulled up next to them.

“Hey lover,” The woman in the car called out to Spencer and his eyes widened in happiness.

“My honeybun, you are here,” he slurred and (Y/N) laughed in embarrassment. She got out of the car and walked towards Spencer.

“Well hello,” Derek greeted and she smiled at him.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N), it’s pleasure to finally meet you, ” she shook his hand.

”I would like to say the same but considering I just learned about your existence, I would be lying.” He glared at Spencer and the genius wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s shoulders from behind.

“I missed you so, so much, honeybun” he mumbled.

“I missed you too Bon Bon,” she teased and he glared at her. He always called the weirdest nicknames when he was drunk, and she loved it.

“Okay lover, let’s get you to bed,” she said to Spencer and he wiggled his eyebrows and she smacked his forehead very lightly.

“Not like that you idiot,” she shook her head and his shoulders sagged.

“Come onnnn,” he whined and she started to push him towards the car. When she finally stuffed his long body into the car, she turned to talk to Derek.

“Thank you so much for calling me, do you need a ride home?” she asked him and he just waved his hand.

“No, I have a ride, thanks for asking though.” She nodded and thanked him once again.

They said their goodbyes and (Y/N) sat in the driver’s seat. She turned towards Spencer and saw him passed out with his head against the window. She covered him with her jacket and started the car engine.

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She drove through the empty streets and listened to the random song on the radio, which played through the car quietly. The bar wasn’t far away from Spencer’s apartment, only about 10 minutes. She pulled up to the parking lot in front of his apartment and turned off the engine.

“Baby wake up, we are at home,” she softly stroked his cheek and he slowly opened his eyes.

“Already?” he asked groggily and she hummed in agreement.

“Yeah, come on, I’ll help you” she got out of the car and went to his side. She opened the door and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Come on, up.” She struggled to get him to stand up, but they finally made it. His limbs were like jelly and didn’t listen to him at all.

“m’ really tired” he whispered and she rubbed his side.

“I know my love, we are nearly there,” she tried to comfort him.

They slowly walked into the building, and towards the elevator. After they stepped in, and Spencer pushed the floor number, she sighed in relief. Her back was killing her, and her arms hurt from holding Spencer’s body weight.

The elevator came to stop and (Y/N) dragged him down the hall towards his apartment. When they got to his door he slumped and she fished out keys from her pocket.

When she finally opened the door he stumbled in and slid down against the wall, and stretched his long legs in front of him. (Y/N) laughed when she saw him and he made grabby hands towards her.

“What is it bub?” she asked and crouched down beside him. He pulled her towards him and she sat on his lap. She moved some hair from his forehead and he kissed the inside of her palm.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he asked and she hummed.

“You told me quite a few times.” She put her forehead on his and pecked his lips softly.

“I love you so, so much.” They stayed like that for a couple of minutes before (Y/N) pulled away.

“Come to bed” she whispered against his lips and he nodded his head. She could see that Spencer sobered up a bit. When she helped him up, he could stand on his own and move quite easily.

They walked into the bathroom first. (Y/N) put some toothpaste on both of their toothbrushes while Spencer pulled out the things each of them needs for their skincare routine.

“Thanks love,” He thanked her when she handed him his toothbrush. They brushed their teeth quietly and occasionally bumped their hips together. When they spit out the toothpaste and flossed their teeth, they did their skincare routine.

They started by washing their faces, put on some cleanser, toner, eye cream, and moisturizer. They put it away and shuffled into the bedroom hand in hand.

“What do you want to sleep in?” (Y/N) asked Spencer, who was already laying in bed, trying very hard not to fall asleep.

“Pajama pants and your pink sweater, you know which one” Spencer replied and (Y/N) threw the clothes at him. He caught them and changed into them.

“Come cuddle me please.” He requested softly and she complied. In her pajamas, she walked towards the bed and slid under the comforter. She opened her arms and Spencer put his head on her chest.

“The headache tomorrow is going to be huge,” he sighed softly and she ran her fingers up and down his back soothingly.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.” She comforted him and he snuggled deeper into her side.

“You know, you have to introduce me to your teammates now that they know I exist.” She teased and Spencer nodded

“I’ve thought about it quite often lately.” He confessed and (Y/N) looked at him shocked.

“You have?” she asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, I want them to know all about the girl I love.” He said and she kissed his cheek in gratitude.

“I can’t wait” she whispered.

“We should sleep, so we can go to the market tomorrow.”

The market thing was their tradition. It started about a month before they officially started dating, back when they were just friends. She membered it like it was yesterday. They were watching doctor who at Spencer’s apartment and she wanted some apples in caramel.

They went out and wandered around quite a bit before they stumbled on the little farmer’s market. It was October and apples were everywhere. It turned out great, (Y/N) got her apples in caramel, and they got a tradition that would last for a very long time.

(Y/N) came back into reality, when she heard a snore come from Spencer. She smiled at the sight of him, looking so peaceful. He looked so beautiful when he slept. All of his facial muscles relaxed, and with his mind at peace.

“Goodnight my love, sweet dreams” she whispered softly, tucked the comforter up to his chin, and kissed his forehead one more time. Her eyelids closed and she drifted off into sleep.

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I am sorry this took so long, but I have been so busy, we are back in school, homework and everything piled up and I didn’t have time for writing.

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~ kiss it better ~

warnings: none, just fluff !!

word count: 1.5k+

pairing: reki kyan x gn!reader

your legs slightly wobbling in an attempt to stay steady on the wooden board as your red-head boyfriend held onto your waist, rubbing your skin lightly with his thumbs as an attempt to calm your nerves. “promise you’re not gonna let go?” your eyes found his pleadingly “come onnnn don’t you trust me?”.

you took one look at his wide grin and felt some of those nerves leave your body, he always new how to keep them under control. “you ready baby?” “mhmm” still being able to sense your worries he presses short, light kisses to you cheek filling your stomach with butterflies in an instant. “okay! we’re gonna start off slowly, you got that babe?” you could see that look in his eyes again, the same look he had whenever he skated. a look full of wonder and excitement.

you start to feel the wheels move beneath your feet as reki slowly begins to walk, pulling you along with him hands still on your waist as yours stay clinging to his shoulders. you notice your legs starting to still as your confidence begins to build slowly, holding your head a little higher a smile starts to appear on your lips. reki notices, chuckling slightly in admiration “ready to speed up a little?” you nod flicking your eyes to him nodding making his chuckle grow into his usual infectious laugh “if you say so”

after adjusting to the slight increase in speed, you built up the courage to take your hands off of reki’s shoulders and holding your arms out in an attempt to balance yourself “there you go! , look at you you’re a natural!” joining in on the laughter you start to feel a rush of adrenaline as the wind blows through your hair. you get so caught up in the feeling that you fail to realise that the hands of your boyfriend slip from your waist. after a few seconds of letting you go by yourself, reki can’t help but cheer on his s/o in excitement “wooo! keep going (n/n) you’re doing great!” within an instant your mood switches, dread replacing joy as you realise your trustworthy boyfriend had in fact let go of you. you flicked your head around and realised just how far you had gone without guidance “reki you promised!!” he takes no notice of the waver in your voice but instead carries on shouting praises.

no longer feeling the confidence as before, the wobble in your knees starts to return and your arms start to flail. “reki!!” his praises stop when he realises your state, eyes widening “ah? oh no” your panic gets worse as your knees start to lose control, tilting the board back and forth arms flailing wildly. “stop!! you’re gonna-” an anomalous rock makes contact with the wheel of the board sending you flying in the air “fall”.

the pain washed over you in an instant, it’s bearable but somehow the embarrassment of falling in front of your skating god of a boyfriend made it worse. speaking of, reki’s with you in an instant rushing to make sure you’re not too badly hurt. “are you okay baby?” he tuts holding your wrists lightly, helping you to sit up properly brushing stray hairs out of your face pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. you whimper slightly when you realise the blood trickling down from your knee. his concern starts to grow as he brings his face closer to the wound “does it hurt?” when he doesn’t get a response he shoots his head up to realise a stray tear fall down your soft cheek. he brings his hands to your face, holding it gently as he swipes his thumb against your skin “hey...hey don’t cry sweetheart” he spoke softly, words dripping with worry “does it really hurt that bad” he ran his finger down your face softly before tilting your chin up to face him “i’m gonna need you to use your words baby” letting out a meek “no” he can’t help but smile at your tone, looking at you with so much love in his eyes, “why you crying then babe, huh? you know i hate to see you cry” his voice cracking slightly, you finally bring your eyes to his. “it..it hurts a little” he takes his hands off your face “let’s get you cleaned up okay princex”

as your sweetheart of a boyfriend reaches into his pockets for his mini supply of bandaids and wipes (he always carries them due to his accident prone of a best friend langa) you wipe away a few more tears off your face “here we are. okay, is it just your knee?” you shake your head slightly and bring your palms up so he can see your scraped skin. tutting once more he pouts his bottom lip feeling sorry for his s/o “aww you poor thing” he holds your left hand in his and brings the bacterial wipe to your wound feeling you cringe under his touch “i know it hurts i’m sorry” he hears you mutter something quietly, unable to understand what you had just said “what was that (nickname)” he moves onto your right hand as you speak up “you promised you wouldn’t let go” he shoots his head up, heart slightly breaking when he sees the sadness on your face “oh my god i’m so sorry baby” he brings you into his chest, careful not to cause anymore injuries and attacks the crown of your head with kisses “but you promised” he couldn’t stand to see you like this, he felt terrible. all he wanted to do was help you out but he hurt you, he’s never hurt you before and he hated it.

moving back out of his chest he takes your hand again, wiping it clean of grit and dirt “i’m so sorry. i’ll never hurt you again” you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in your chest “it’s not entirely your fault bub, i fell off the thing” he laughs lightly “i still let go when i told you i wouldn’t” you brung your freshly cleaned hand to his cheek “it’s okay reki, i forgive you” holding your hand with his own he leans into your touch, relief washing over him. “how about that knee huh?”

after wiping your knee clean he opens up the bandaid holding up it up to the wound, sticking his tongue out in concentration. once satisfied with the placement he presses it firmly down, swiping his thumbs over to keep it in place. he hums happily at his handy work “thanks rek-” “nope, not done yet” he leans down further and presses a lingering kiss to your knee, holding eye contact whilst lovingly rubbing his hands up and down your thigh. the pain starts to leave your body. “there” his usual grin returning to his face “all better”.

“thank you reki” “of course prince(ss), i’ll always take care of you” he gets up, holding out his hands for yours “come on i’ll help you up” you tilt your head in confusion “don’t you wanna stay? you didn’t get to skate today?” it’s true, he hadn’t even thought about himself because all of his attention was on his s/o and teaching them how to skate “but you’re hurt don’t you wanna rest? that was a pretty big fall” “it’s alright i don’t want you to miss out” he brings you up gently, helping you stand. “are you kidding?” wrapping his arms around your waist he brings you close “i skate every day babe i can skip out on one, plus i got to spend the day with you” you bring your arms around his neck bringing him down to you “i had a great day reki, i love you” you run your fingers through his unruly read hair “i love you too.. wanna go back to my place for a nap, you could stay for something to eat? my mum keeps complaining that you haven’t been over in a while, she misses you” reki’s mother always welcomed you into their home, she loved you and reki was so happy when he saw how well you got along. “i’d love to” when your lips finally meet it was a feeling that you could never get bored of, kissing reki was always wonderful wether it was sleepy pecks after a long day or full on make-out sessions, each kiss had so much love poured into them.

your lips only part because you yourself running out of breath, he takes this moment to push down on the back of his skateboard, picking it up “ready to go prince(ss)?” you nod again wrapping your arm around his waist, him draping his free arm around your shoulder kissing your temple. “let’s go get some rest baby, you did well today you deserve it”.

and it’s done!! i enjoyed writing this a lot and i hope to write more soon ty for reading ~lucie <3

[harrysbbby]

Don’t Forget Where You Belong -  JJ Maybank x Reader - Part Three

A/N: new part!!! feedback is always appreciated and please let me know if you’d like to be tagged

Part 1

Part 2

“Okay. So, um... we didn't see anything,” Pope said clearly stressed. “We need to have total and complete amnesia.”

“Actually, Pope's right for once,” JJ piped up. You shot him a confused look. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘and what about it, “See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny,” JJ continued to yabber on.

“Guys, we can't keep that money,” Kie said.

“Okay. Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara,” JJ shot back at her.

“We really should give it to Lana Grubbs. Technically it was her husbands.” You spoke, raising your hands defensively as JJ shot a glare at you.

“See,” Kie said gesturing towards you, “Otherwise, it's bad karma.”

“Bad karma to be implicated in a felony, too,” Pope spoke directly and with conviction. He kept his head down.

“Pope…” you started but he cut you off.

“We gotta go dark.” He said, lifting his gaze to look around at all of you.

“If that means we get to keep the money, then I agree,” JJ settled. You went to open your mouth to say something, but John B’s voice cut you off.

“I don’t agree,” he said to JJ. He moved to the centre of the porch and began explaining as if he was giving a Ted Talk,

“Just think about it. This is Scooter Grubbs we're talking about. Same dude that's buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We're talking about a dirtbag marina rat who's never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he's got a Grady-White? Just sayin'.”

“It is a little odd,” you said in agreeance, leaning back on your chair and nodding up at John B. He nodded back as if to say, ‘thank you’ and then turned to the rest of the group who still didn’t look quite as convinced.

“I don’t know…” Pope trailed off. Looking around at you all. He stood and grabbed a fishing rod from the side of the doorway and made his way out to the pontoon. JJ grabbed the other and followed. The five of you made your way out to the water, perching yourselves along the wooden structure. The boys launched their baits into the water as John B started up again.

“All right, so think about it, Pope: How does a marina rat get a Grady-White?” he asked. Pope didn’t even look up from his line as he deadpanned,

“Prostitution”

John B shook his head in disbelief, “Square groupers, bro. Okay, flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance. They don't do that stuff during a hurricane. What does that mean?” He looked around at the rest of you. You and Kie just shrugged as John B sighed, “JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin'.” He answered

“Smuggling, really?” you asked.

“Yup,” John B asserted, “And I guarantee there's a serious amount of contraband.”  

“Hell, yeah,” JJ hooted. His line gave a sharp tug and he struggled to keep control as he reeled in it. “Fish on!”

The group decided that it would be a good idea to throw a kegger in order to “lay low”. Somehow this always seemed to happen, but regardless you helped Kie carry the red solo cups onto the beach and placed them next to the keg. You felt an arm rest again your shoulder and when you turned your head your eyes met JJ’s

“Hey hey,” you said to him, moving your arm to wrap it around his waist, “who will be your claim tonight? Pogue or touron?”

JJ was notorious for accumulating at least one hook-up from each of the Boneyard parties. You were able to hold your own every now and then managing to find a cute boy to occupy you for the night, but it wasn’t quite your thing as it was JJ’s.

“I don’t know, think I’m getting kinda over it,” he said shrugging avoiding your gaze. You head did a double take as you whacked his chest.

“JJ Maybank, over hook-ups at keggers? I think the world is ending!” You spoke melodramatically, placing the back of your hand against your forehead and pretending to faint onto him. He let out a small laugh as he grabbed your body that had fallen across his. You stood up again smiling back at him.

“Yeah, think I just want something… I don’t know, different?” in said in a questioning tone. You furrowed your brows at him. You could see the look on his face was stone-cold serious and it confused you. In all the years you had known JJ he had never spoken about relationships like this. You ruffled his hair as you joked with him to lighten the mood again,

“My little boy’s growing up!” you giggled as he picked you up off your feet and tossed you over his shoulder, a joking ‘piss off’ escaping his lips.

He placed you on your feet again before running off to give John B and Pope the drinks he’d originally come to the keg for. As watched him swagger away juggling the three drinks, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to the thought of JJ wanting that relationship with you. Although you met John B first, he was more like a brother, you had always seen JJ differently. Like when he’d run a hand through his hair to put his cap on backwards your breath would catch in your throat. Or when you could feel your skin spark when he would grab your waist as he picked you up to toss you in the water. Or when you could feel your stomach drop and heart sink every time, he would get close to another girl.

You had always had a thing for JJ, but you knew the rule: no Pogue-on-Pogue macking. But it was killing you. You huffed as you took post next to Kie on the log, taking a huge gulp of your beer.

“You good?” she asked at the sight of your clearly distressed demeanour. “Let me guess, JJ?”

“Shh,” you shushed her placing your hand vigorously over her mouth. “Be quiet, I told you that in confidence.”

You and Kie, being the only two girls, would go to each other for anything that even entered the realm of emotional. The other boys just didn’t understand the need to articulate one’s feelings. You had told Kie about your crush on JJ a few months prior, and she had listened like a best friend should. But she agreed with you when you expressed your concerns about ruining your friendship. As much as you liked him, your friendship with him and the other Pogues was something you had to consider if you decided to risk it on a potential relationship.

“But yes, it is JJ. He said something super weird about not wanting to hook-up with anyone cause he wants something “different”.” You said, emphasising the different and looking at her with a bewildered expression. She hummed as she sipped her drink, clearly mulling over the information.

“That’s good though, right?” she asked, “he might like you too then?”

You shook your head at her,

“No, he said “different”, Kie. I’m normal, someone he sees every day. We’re routine.”

“I guess,” she shrugged. As you remembered what had been playing on the back of your mind, you perked up.

“Although,” you dragged out looking at her with pure excitement. She raised her eyebrows at your tone, “what we really need to talk about is you and John B,” you said nudging her with your elbow.

She looked down shyly, “what’s there to know?” she said playing dumb.

“Oh, come on Kie! You kissed him!”

“I did not,” she said sternly, “I only kissed him on the cheek,” she said flipping her over her shoulder.

You kept your eyes trained her as you narrowed them. She looked at you expectantly before she rolled her eyes.

“No! Y/N, god no! I don’t like him, okay? Not like that.” She said giving you a shove which made your coy smile slip slowly from your face. “I’m just worried about him.”

She looked over to where John B was chatting to a girl with long blonde hair. You nodded, accepting her answer as you felt a body sit beside you. You turned to see the usual mop of blonde hair that was usually in your face. Kie smiled as she slid her sunglasses off her face and onto your nose. You laughed as she did, saying she was going to go chat to John B.

You slyly turned around to JJ, the red, love heart sunnies on your eyes. As you did you slid them down your nose and popped your elbow on your hip, giving him a pout.

“What do you think?” you asked him cheekily.

“I mean you’ve looked worse,” he joked.

“Oh, shut up JJ!”

***

You heard the sound of fist hitting skin, followed the commotion of yelling. You looked up from your conversation with Pope to see Topper tackling JJ. You and Pope ran to the front of group that was forming. By the time you were there JJ was out of the equation and John B was shoving Topper.

“We’re supposed to be incognito remember?” Pope yelled. Sarah was trying to break up the fight, but Topper landed a punch on John B face. JJ went to go forward, but you put your hands against his chest.

“Nuh, uh.” You said holding him back. You looked down at your face with an aggressive expression but relaxed once he met your eyes. He lightly shoved your hands off his chest, huffing as the two of you turned to watch the scene unfold.

“Hey, John B, don't make me drown you like your old man, all right?” you heard Topper growl. JJ held your shoulders as he saw your body go to move forwards, as rage heated your insides.

“Fight, fight, fight!” the crowd kept chanting as John stayed crouched in the water. John B grunted as he tackled Topper into the water.

“Stop you guys!” you heard Kie yell as the boys continued to wrestle. John B nabbed a punch straight into Topper’s face.

“That's what I'm talking' about” JJ jeered.

“Come on!” “You wanna go?” “Come onnnn!”

The boys were yelling viscously at one another as they sized each other up. Topper landed a sharp blow to John B’s nose making him stumble back into the water.

“Stop!” the scream ripped from your throat. It hurt you to see someone doing this to John B.

“Come on, Topper! Let’s go!” John B yelled at him, fire in his eyes as he pounded his chest.

Topper flipped John B into the water and pinned his face down. John B’s arms flailed as he struggled.

“He’s drowning him!” Pope said, distressed.

“I know,” Kie replied with an equally amount of anxiety laced in her voice.

“We need to do something!” you looked around helplessly.

You saw JJ move from beside you and lift his hand up to Topper’s hand brandishing something black and sleek and metal. You heard it click. Oh no.

“Yeah, you know what that is,” JJ spoke menacingly, pushing the barrel further to Topper’s head, “Your move, broski.”

“Chill dude!” Pope called.

“JJ,” you said warningly, stepping towards him both arms outstretched.

“Put the gun down,” Sarah said calmly. JJ didn’t even move to face her as he fired back,

“Did you say somethin', princess?”

“We're good. We're good.” Topper said, his arms raised in surrender. “All right? Come on, man!”

“Y/N can you check your psycho friend, please?” Sarah yelled gesturing to JJ. You moved towards him as he pushed Topper to the ground. You placed your arms on his shoulders “JJ, please” but he pushed you aside as he charged forward.

“Okay, everyone, listen up!” his voice billowed across the boneyard, “Get the hell off our side of the island!”

He fired the gun into the air twice.  

“Are you crazy?” “You idiot!” “It’s not worth it!”

Pope and Kiara were screaming at JJ. “I was saving his life okay?”

Topper and Sarah had bolted once the gun had fired. You turned to see John B struggle to rise up from the water, only to slump and fall back in, water gushing over him again.

“Guy!” you called to them, but they were still yelling – “You're gonna jeopardize everything” – and you knew you couldn’t move John B alone. You grasped his head to keep his head above water so he could breath as you shouted again, “HEY!” there was gravel in your voice as you used all your might to get their attention. The three of them instantly pivoted towards you, taken aback from your uncharacteristic show of aggression towards your friends, “help me.”

You all managed to get John B back to the Chateau. Between the four of you, you managed to carry him inside and lay him on his bed. You had been silent the whole time, all of you, not daring to be the first to speak.

Pope, the often peace maker piped up first, “I think I’m gonna head home.”

Usually after a kegger you would all pass out, still mildly drunk on any surface at John B’s, but after tonight’s events, none of you wanted to stick around much.

“Me too. I’ll drop you,” Kie said. She gave you a small smile and wave as she and Pope exited the room. You were standing in the doorway of John B’s bedroom, observing at his passed-out body. He was breathing fine, just exhausted. So, you came to the conclusion that he would be fine, just needed a decent sleep. You could see the bruise forming on his face, so you made a mental note to check on it and make sure he iced it when you inevitably saw him the next morning.

JJ was sitting on the end of the pull-out couch. He watched the back of your body as you leant against the door frame. He did not dare to say a word to you before you spoke to him. By the glare you had given him as you gathered everyone’s things as he and Pope lugged John B’s body home, he knew you were furious.

He looked like a wounded puppy when turned around to face him.

“Want a ride?” you asked. All he could do to answer was nod.

You drove in silence all the way to JJ’s house. Usually you would just have him stay at your house. Your stepdad was usually oblivious to your actions and your mum didn’t really care what you did as long as you were safe, so JJ was always welcomed. But not by you tonight, not after what he did. No matter how much you wanted him to stay and not have to be in a house with his dad. You needed time to cool off.

You switched the engine of your car off as you pulled into the grassed drive of his house. You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said keeping your eyes trained forward.

“Y/N…” JJ started but you cut him off.

“No,” you said holding your hand up in front of him. His brows were furrowed together, and his eyes were glassy, and it made you feel terrible. But he needed to hear what you had to say, “what you did tonight was so fucking stupid, JJ. I hate Topper as much as you do but you could have killed him.”

JJ went to open his mouth, but you raised your hand before he could speak.

“I know he was drowning John B, but you didn’t have to pull a gun on him. Word of this is gonna spread, and there’s gonna be consequences to that. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” you looked him directly in the eyes. You could see an emotion flash over them, was it guilt? It was something you definitely hadn’t seen before. You felt some tears well up in your eyes. “You’re just so reckless sometimes JJ. You’re gonna get yourself killed! So please, just think a little more next time okay?” you begged him as a single tear slipped from your eye. You hastily wiped it as he nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms as far around his torso as you could from across the center console.

“S’okay, I just worry about you.”

“I know,” he said pulling back. He kept one hand outstretched on your arm, rubbing small circles with his fingers. “Please don’t cry.”

You laughed as you sniffled and wiped your nose with the back of your hand.

“You know I get emotional, especially when I’m drunk,” you laughed. He joined with you, but it wasn’t quite genuine as it usually was. He sheepishly looked forward, avoiding your gaze, “but thanks for the most awkward hug of my life.”

This grabbled a candid cackle from the back of throat as you smiled.

“Yeah remind me to not try and have a moment over the gear stick of a car again,” he said locking his eyes with yours.

“Ahaha, yeah…” you said, holding his stare.

“Yeah,” he responded still looking deeply into your eyes.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that. Time moved differently with JJ. Eventually, he cleared his throat and opened his door, triggering the inside light. You cringe at the brightness after having stared at JJ eyes in the dim for so long.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked standing in the door, crouching down to make eye contact.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you affirmed. JJ shut the door with a solid thunk and wandered inside his shack.

You took a deep breath as you pressed the start engine button. You rested your head against the steering wheel as you groaned: what was this boy doing to you?

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Some soft Tally

idk if i posted this before but here yall go-some random Tally cause i have no motivation to do anything

***

It was too early in the night to be this drunk, but Tim Shepard knew how to shotgun a beer like no one else could, and he happened to have close contact with the bartender at Bucks. Never paid for his drinks.

Most likely because he ran out without the check.

“Shepard, get your ass-” Bucks words were cut off as Tim slipped into the crowd, laughing a little to himself and heading towards the pool table, where he knew Dally would be.

Sure enough, he was hunched over in concentration, aming his cue towards the ball. With a satisfying clunk, he knocked two of the balls in, and the guy across from him groaned.

Dally smirked, holding out his hand and watching as the man slapped a few bills into it. Dally rifled through them before nodding and shoving them in his pocket. Looking up he saw where Tim was standing, leaning against the wall and watching.

Striding over, Dally slung an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, Shepard, long time no see.” His eyes were sparkling with the excitement of his win.

Tim shook his head. “Beat that guy good, huh?” He was leaning against the wall more for support than comfort at this point.

Dally smiled. “Nah, he was pretty bad. Man, Timothy, you’re drunk as hell.” Tilting his chin up, he stared at Tim’s eyes, trying to judge how bad it was.

“M not. And don't call me Timothy.”

“I'll call you whatever I want, Timothy” Grinning, Dally stole a drink off the table next to them, taking a swig before making a face.

“Man, thats nasty.”

“No shit, it's someone else's drink. What did you think?”

“Thought they’d have better taste” Dally looked at Tim. “You’re swaying, you need to sit or somethin? Don't you dare throw up all over me.”

“Won’t”

“Mhm. Come on, we’re going upstairs.”

“I don't want-”

“Well I don't care, you are not throwing up all over the floor, we’re gonna get you to a bathroom.”

Dally seemed fairly sober, Tim noted as he was dragging him up the stairs. He kind of wished he wasn't drunk, but he doubted Dally would be as nice to him if he had any chance of remembering anything. 

Kicking open a door off the hall, Dally pushed him in, shutting the door behind him, and watched as Tim stumbled over to the bed, sitting on the edge and closing his eyes briefly.

“Hey, man, no falling asleep yet. You’re in my bed, remember.”

“But I wanna sleep…”

“No sleep. Not yet. You are gonna smoke and calm your stomach before you-”

Tim flopped back on the bed.

“No-no, godammit-oh for fucks sake-”

“Come on. Bedddd”

“No-”

“Come onnnn.” Tim pulled Dally closer, making him topple on top of him. Tim was laughing now, and Dally was grinning, trying to pin Tims hands down. 

“You are not a good fighter when you’re drunk” Dally commented, having made his way on top of Tim and pinned his arms down.

Tim stuck out his tongue, and Dally laughed, laying down beside him.

“Ah so now you’ll share a bed, huh Winston?”

Dally grinned again, tossing an arm over Tims chest. “Mhm. Sure. Not because you placed yourself on my bed”

“Totally not.” Tims head was spinning, but he snickered anyway.

“I'm assuming you’re gonna sleep here, you lazy bum?”

Tim groaned, rolling over. “Guess’o, if that's okay with you.”

“Mmm” Dally mumbled. “Get under the blanket, Shepard, before I change my mind.”

Tim obeyed, pushing down the covers until he and Dally were both entangled in them.

Dally was already half asleep, and Tim was too drunk to know what was a dream and what was real, but their hands may or may not have clasped underneath blankets, their bodies may have shifted so they were close enough together for one to wrap their arms around the other, and their lips may or may not have brushed.