#you don't get him while saying you love him this is confusing

[cvntykiss]

jjk men forget your birthday. part 2.

context.: established relationship, non-curse au, all adult characters (even yn), jjk x you pairings, fem presenting!reader, they forget your birthday and blow you off.

characters.: s. gojo, s. geto, k. nanami, t. fushiguro, r. sukuna

tags.: angst, A LITTLE comfort, a little shit hitting the fan and a LITTLE suggestive.

READER HAS A BACKBONE!!!! there are TEXTUAL parts in this too!!!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

reading your husband's message, you quietly slip into the bathroom and locked the door. you had already been crying a little about how everyone had wished you a happy birthday except the one person you wanted most to say something - your husband nanami kento.

heart thudding against your chest, you pick up the toilet plunger and dial kento. the noises from beneath continued.

it rung twice before going to voicemail.

"seriously?" you mutter in disbelief as you rung him again, blood rushing to your face as you pursed you lips to stop yourself from crying. "does he want me to die?"

the previous feeling of being undesired and unloved combined with the adrenaline made you stifle a sob behind your hand. a moment later a knock resounded on the en-suite bathroom door. the one you were currently in.

"GO AWAY," you yelled, panicked. "I HAVE A GUN." you didn't, and you didn't think a toilet plunger would deal enough damage but this wasn't the time for logistics.

you rung kento again only to hear the intruder's phone ringing.

"darling," you heard the familiar deep and warm voice of your husband from beyond the door. "it's me."

"kento?" your voice came out choked as a sob slipped past your tongue.

hurriedly throwing open the bathroom door, you flung yourself on your husband.

"oof," he caught you in his arms. "hey, don't cry. i didn't mean to alarm you. i was hoping you would've fell asleep."

"you- you ASSHOLE," yelling at him, your hold only got tigther, the plunger still awkwardly in your hands, against kento's back. your body racked with sobs - now mixed with panic and relief, and some anger.

"honey i'm sorry- can you let of the plunger?" he gently pried it from your arms while still holding you.

"we're going to be late for our flight, my love."

you pull away to look at him with tears brimming your eyes. "flight?" you choked out.

his forehead creased immdieately after seeing you in distress. "we have a flight in 3 hours." he says while wiping your eyes.

"wha-" before you could say anything he suddenly pulls you into a princess carry and ushers you into your walk-in closet.

he sets you on your feet and pulls out a large bag he had somehow hid in the closet without you noticing. "put this on for me darling." he handed you a tissue and the bag.

"what is this for?" you said, voice still meek from all the crying you;d done, confused, and still hurt as you pull out a gorgeous dress that you'd been contemplating for far too long to buy or not because of how expensive it was.

"you didn't," you look up at kento, mouth slightly open in surprise. "how did you-"

he leans down and presses a lasting kiss on your forehead while holding your face. "happy birthday, my love." his hands still on your face, he pulls away to look at you. "get dressed and meet me downstairs, will you?"

"you remembered?" against your will, tears start to well rapdily in your eyes again and a lump forms in your throat.

kento stepped ahead once more and placed his lips on yours and pulled you closer by the small of your back.

"remember our first date? you said you wanted to once experience an angsty birthday, much like you'd seek on the internet to get in a good cry." he looks at you. "it was killing me trying to pretend i didn't remember my wife's birthday but i plan to make up for it and i plan to do it nicely."

he tapped your butt affectionaly and left the walk-in. "see you downstairs in 10, darling."

you quickly washed your face and put on the gorgeous dress that your amazing husband had gotten for you. tears long gone, you were smiled coyly as you dabbed on a bit of makeup and teased your hair.

stepping out of your room, the whole house was enguled in darkness except for the numerous candles scattered across the floor and on the stairs. you walked on a bed of white rose petals.

at the foot of the stairs, your husband had changed into a crisp white suit that complimented your dress perfectly.

your breath hitched as you saw his gorgeous face lit up by the soft glare of the candles. the room smelt like vanilla, you noitced.

he held out his hand as you reached him. you placed your hands on his and soft jazz started playing from the living room. whipping your head towards the dimly lit living room which had been transformed into a makeshift dance floor and a live band playing soft and sultry jazz.

eyes widened in surprise for the second time this night, you looked back at your husband who was staring at you with a lovesick smile on his face, enchanted by your beauty.

"can i have the honor of your first dance, m'love?" he pulls your hands towards his lips, pressing a kiss there while maintaining eye contact. heart thudding in your chest out of the sheer excitement of it all, you nodded your head yes.

he waltzed you around the dance floor gracefully as the band played song after song.

"happy birthday, my love," he looked down at you, swaying with the rhytmn. "you make my days so bright that without you everything seems dull and lifeless. i cannot believe how lucky i am that i get to call you my wife, mrs. nanami."

you reached on your tippy toes and pressed a kiss on his lips as his hold on you tightened.

he pulls away after a moment, still swaying. "we're going to see the northern lights tonight, darling."

your eyes widen and unwittingly starts to well up again. "the what?!"

he chuckled at your reaction as he nodded, "your bucket list. the northen lights, aurora borealis, specifically."

"holy shit," you breathed out in amazement. "like, right now?"

"right now," he confirmed.

"what about your work?"

"don't need that job if all it's gonna do is keep me away from my gorgeous wife." he smiled at you. "the taxi is waiting with our luggage."

he held out his hand, "shall we?"

you thanked the stars that night as you lay in sweden with your husband, watching aurora borealis, a mess of tangled limbs and littered bruises over both of your bodies.

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[heyimkana]

Currently thinking about... how break-up sex would go with JJK men...

Like what if, even though you're both so in love with each other, the situation you're in right now forces you to break up with them. They'll try to fight about it, of course, you're crazy about each other, after all. But you insist on breaking up, even going as far as to tell them that you don't love them anymore just so they'll believe you. And before you say goodbye, you ask them to hold you one last time.

Satoru would be quiet. Sex was always fun with him. rough, fast, exhausting, but never boring. Sex with him was always filled with laughter, giggles, and playful kisses that would end with gasps and moans but your last time with him would be quiet. So quiet, in fact, that you could probably hear the sound of him gritting his teeth while he was fucking you from behind, all because he was trying to stop himself from saying, "This is a joke. This must be a joke. We play tricks on each other all the time. You're just trying to get back at me, aren't you, baby? There's no way you don't love me anymore. But even if you do, I don't care. I had let someone go a long time ago and I'd spent years of my life regretting it. I'm not letting you go, not now, not ever. You're staying. No, I'll make you stay." He wouldn't look at you when he fucked you, not once, as he was actually scared that you truly hated him then. But it wouldn't matter if you did. He was never going to let you go.

Suguru would listen with his stoic face intact when you told him that you wanted to break up with him. And softly, he'd ask you why, and you'd lie and tell him that you just didn't love him anymore and his eyes would turn cold as he looked at you, trying to read between your lies and you were scared that he'd know the truth. And if you told him that you wanted him to hold you one last time, he would smile and say, "Sure." but it felt so eerie that you had goosebumps breaking on your skin. Suguru would drag you out of the bed, tear open your dress and his grip was hard enough to leave bruises on your skin but he would still be smiling, even when you flinched in pain. "You like it better like this anyway, right?" he'd say as he fucked you standing up from behind with his fingers wrapped around your neck. He'd have you stand in front of a mirror, making sure to see the pathetic face you made every time he fucked you stupid. He'd show you that you were his in every way possible, making sure you understand that you were going to fucking regret it if you decided to leave him.

Yuuji would be so confused. He'd be confused when you kissed him after you said you didn't love him anymore. He'd be confused when you still hugged him afterward, and kissed his neck, and tugged onto his shirt before you pulled it over his head. He'd be confused when you asked him to hold you one last time, and he wouldn't say anything when you pushed him down to the bed. It was only when you sat on his lap, trying to slide his cock inside that he'd stop you. "No, wait, I can't do it," he would say, unable to look at you because suddenly, tears started to brim in his eyes. "If you're going to leave me after we're done, I can't do it. I love you. I don't know why you suddenly changed your mind about me, but I'm still in love with you and I don't think I can love anyone else but you. You'll break me if you do this, so please..." His voice would break and he would hug you close, his chin placed on your shoulder, his voice, sketched with the tears he was trying to hold back, reverberating right in your ear. "Please stop and tell me. I'm an idiot so I'm very slow at figuring things out and I don't know if I hurt you and I'm sorry but... I want to understand... Why...? Why are you leaving me? Am I... not enough for you?"

Megumi would not do it. He wouldn't kiss you. He wouldn't touch you. He'd only clench his jaw and ball his fingers into fists the second the words "I don't love you anymore" flowed past your lips. And when you tried to kiss him, he'd take a step back, his voice deep when he asked you, "Have I done something wrong?" You'd shake your head no, saying "It's not because of you, Megumi. It's me—" and he'd cut you off with a "Don't give me that bullshit." He'd raise his voice, but only because he was shaking inside. "If that's true, then tell me what it is! Whatever you did, I'll forgive you. If it's a part of you that you think is the problem, I'll accept it. If it's the situation we're in, let me know so I can fix it. Don't just show up and tell me you don't love me anymore, don't—" he took a breath, his voice breaking at the end. His face would twist in heartbreak when he finally gathered the strength to look at you in the eyes. His voice would soften when he continued, "Don't tell me you're leaving me. Please."

Yuuta would feel a thousand emotions at once. For the first few minutes when you told him you didn't love him anymore, he'd keep asking you, "Why? Was it something I said? What did I do wrong? How can I make this right? Please. Tell me. Tell me so I can fix everything." And you'd see tears glazing his eyes and he would look so frightened, so heartbroken, unable to believe that the love of his life was slipping out of his fingers. When you told him, "It doesn't matter, Yuu. I just can't do this anymore." Yuuta would panic, colors leaving his face and he'd start begging, "No, please, you can't leave me. I don't know what I'd do without you. You're my everything, please don't do this to me, please tell me how to make things right," and it was breaking your heart seeing him like this so you'd try to distract him by kissing him.

He'd whimper against your mouth, cupping your face with both hands, still whispering, "Don't leave me" again and again. He'd slowly regain his composure, his body melting under your kiss and when you started touching him, he'd respond with as much passion, love, and desire as he usually offered you, not knowing that it was going to be his last time with you. It was only when he was holding you in his arms, your legs tangled around his waist, his mouth slicked with your cum, his hips thrusting slow but deep, that you told him the truth, "This is going to be our last time."

Yuuta would freeze, his eyes turning round in both surprise and horror, but after that... You'd find your body folded in half, your head trapped between your knees, your jaw hanging low on your face, unable to even scream his name as he was fucking the breath out of you. His usually delicate moans would turn into heavy grunts, and he'd bunch the sheets under his fingers before he grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed, holding them with one hand as he used his other one to grip firmly onto the back of your thigh, pushing you up even further so he could bury himself deep inside you.

"You're not leaving me," he'd breathe out. "I won't let you. We promised each other we'd be together until we die. I won't let you break it." He'd kiss you, rough and messy, smothering you with it. He'd see a hint of fear written in your eyes, maybe you'd even cry a little from how rough he was being with you, but he'd kiss the tears away, his smile looking both beautiful and terrifying when he said, "Don't worry, Sweetheart. There's nothing to be afraid of. No one will love you better than me, I promise you. And if anyone dares to come between us," he'd angle your face to the side, lick a stripe up your neck before he let his smile graze your ear.

"I'll fucking kill them."

[nibbelraz]

[VD: Video Animation of Moshang and The System with the music Kingslayer Ft. Babymetal playing in the background. The video starts with a black screen and text saying "Warning: This Video contains a lot of flickering, flashing lights, blinking lights." Before fading as heavy music starts up and shows Shang Qinghua running quickly as if something is chasing him. The next scene panning to view all of his peak, before dashing into his room and throwing the door shut. The music grows heavier with the visual of Shang Qinghua shakily trying to look behind him before the first vocals come in saying "Hi" with the system popping up from behind Shang Qinghua as he's stricken with fear. Next scene shows a close up of Shang Qinghua's face shaking in terror with vocals singing "Are you looking for the other side?" The visuals pan out to show the system is floating above Qinghua terrorizing him as it glitches out aggressively as Mobei Jun shadows linger in the back, he has been waiting for Qinghua but stays hidden to view what this thing is doing with Qinghua while more text moves in saying "Feel like nothing ever seems quite right?". Next Shows a side profile of Shang Qinghua looking at the system glitching in and out and yelling "WARNING!" with vocals singing "Are you circling the drainpipe, getting off on pain like" Before Shang Qinghua is standing in the middle of static, he himself glitching out with heavily distorted text saying "You're corrupted?" Then Mobei coming out of the shadows to grab at Shang Qinghuas hand and looking down at him in jealousy and anger, unsure of what he's doing with the green glitching thing as vocals and text sing "I need to know where your loyalties lie, Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite?" Mobei and Qinghua are moved to the side and blurred as the system blinks back to life behind them while vocals continue to sing "Do you really wanna twist a knife in the belly". Next is images in quick succession of Mobei Juns neck and Shang Qinghua's neck both being choked with a system induced lock at their throat.

The vocals scream "MONSTER" while the systems cheery face pops up. Next comes in a strangling, angry Shang Qinghua screaming with text behind him saying "GET THE FUCK UP" and "WAKE THE FUCK UP" With a close of of an angry crying Shang Qinghua while his eyes begining to blink in and out glowing gold. The music continues with "WIPE THE SYSTEM" Showing a new god shang Qingha wiping the system with a gold slice and zooms into Qinghua's serious face as his eyes continue to glow and vocals saying "BACK THE FUCK UP" Next is Mobei Jun clawing at his throat before Qinghuas power overrides the system and breaks the lock as it sings "YOUR A PUPPET WHEN THEY CUT YOUR STRINGS OFF" Before Mobei falls to the floor grasping at his throat and Shang Qinghua yells "MY KING" before running towards him as the sing sings "DON'T COME CRAWLING BACK". Qinghua grabs at Mobei's hand and lowers his head apologizing as he shakes while vocals scream "KINGSLAYER DESTROYING CASTLES IN THE SKY" Mobei looks at Qinghua concerned, confused, a bit angry but intrigued while another "Kinglsayer" screams in the back. Next shows Shang Qinghua crying, his eyes are glowing bright gold and in heart shapes with he has his hands clasped together begging his king. The vocals sing "FOREVER MORE THE APPLE OF MY EYE" the visuals zoom out to show Qinghua on his knees, system boxes pop up but they are bright gold and show different images of Qinghua from his life before and current, some show him as airplane, holding a mobei bodypillow, almost bashing his kings head in, and grasping at Mobeis hand. Text pop up to show as if Qinghua is speaking it "I'd sacrifice my life to find you". Next shows Mobei grasping at Shang Qinghua's hand, zooming out to show Mobei looking at Qinghua like he's the love of his life and would love him no matter hwat, before it zooms back in to then show glowing background and silouhette of Mobei Jun and Shang Qinghua kissing. It then glitches out in gold to move to the credits where text says "Thank you for watching! Novel: Scum Villains Self Saving System by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu. Characters: Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun. Song: Kinglsayer By Bring me the Horizon Ft. Babymetal. Art and editing: @Nibbelraz" End VD]

Ah Mobei jun, Don't be jealous of that dumb system! Shang Qinghua has loved you since creation 💞

Prompt for the @moshangevents DXD event: "Pre-canon SQH's identity reveal as the author/creator. Hiding in the shadows, MBJ eavesdrops SQH talking to the System and gets jealous." With added bonus of God Shang Qinghua! For @notsofrozt ! had a lot of fun making this and hope you enjoy!

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[iamthatonefangirl]

eavesdropping - fatws bucky barnes

guys forgive me for my absolute shitty taste in music! a lot of songs are mentioned in this one, i list them out at the end

not explicit but a lot of nsfw/sex jokes and references made

this is so fucking self indulgent wtf...

~~~

bucky never meant to eavesdrop, no. it wasn't in his nature; but with the enhanced hearing, he couldn't really help but hear you singing along to the music you played in your room. even if he was two stories below.

he couldn't make out any intelligible words, and he knew you were probably just relaxing, having a good time to yourself. it made him happy to see you happy.

he wanted to make you happy.

no, barnes, she's not yours.

he shoves down his feelings as he slowly walks up the two stories to your floor, your voice slowly getting louder as he approached.

god, you were a horrible singer. it make him crack just the tiniest smile, because of course he would never smile--

he knew he shouldn't be creeping up to your room like a fucking stalker, but he just wanted to listen in. just a little. he couldn't possibly have prepared himself for the lyrics you were singing, though.

"I wanna fuck you slow with the lights on..."

his eyes widen. what the fuck were you listening to?

he stands there dumbfounded for a minute. the song continues.

"she can ride on top your face, while I fuck you straight..."

he bolts before he can hear any more. he's got enough nasty thoughts of you in his head, and knowing that you're listening to this kind of shit, singing the lyrics like you've heard it a hundred times before?

well, if it makes him insanely just a little turned on, he would never admit it.

~~~

he has a hard time looking you in the eye for the next two weeks as he thinks about those dirty words every time he sees you. you don't pay it any mind, continuing to flash him your gorgeous, blinding smile every time you see him.

one day as he walks past you down the hallway, you give him that quintessential smile he loves to see. he manages to make out the lyrics to the music playing in your earbuds.

"rip off my shirt if you love me. spit in my face when you fuck me..."

he stops in his tracks, turning around to look at you casually walking down the hall as if you're not listening to the nastiest shit ever??

you're not even fazed by it. you're acting completely normal about it too. it makes him wonder... is it just your music? or do you have your own thoughts like these, nobody suspecting a thing?

he has to run to his room before anyone can see the bulge in his pants.

~~~

next time he hears you listening to music, it's in your room again. you're singing along, again. he knows it's wrong of him to keep listening in, but he can't help himself at this point.

he stands outside your shut bedroom door, listening for what he only plans to be a minute.

"do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? you can ride my face until you're drippin cum."

he listens to another few minutes of this nasty, disgusting song that makes him so hard confused before he knocks, unable to stop himself.

he hears the music pause from inside the room when you open the door to him, looking as innocent as ever.

"hi bucky, what's up?" you ask him. are you really just that oblivious to the words you were just singing? he feels like his face is on fire.

"what on earth are you listening to?" he blurts out, unable to come up with better words.

"the weeknd." you tell him.

"what's that?" he asks, confused. he listens when you tell him it's your favorite artist. holy shit, your favorite artist? this egregious song? what on earth...

"the lyrics are quite..." he begins.

"misogynistic? i know. but it's hot."

your words hit him like a fucking truck. the way you say it so casually, as though they have no meaning. you think this is hot? fuck, he has to run before he busts in his pants--

"right. sorry for eavesdropping," he says and bolts.

you laugh a little to yourself, knowing that the blatancy of the lyrics are probably shocking to him given the modest era he's from. you know you probably just scared the absolute shit out of him with how calm you are about it.

you shut the door and turn the music on quieter this time.

~~~

every time he sees you, all he can imagine is you and that goddamn lyric playing out in his head like a fucking porno, imagining you riding his face until you pass out from how good he would make it for you--

it was wrong of him to imagine you like that. he needed to get his shit together and keep it in his pants.

you, on the other hand? you debate back and forth between messing with him some more or turning the music down in case it makes him uncomfortable.

you know the right thing to do is to turn the music down and listen to it on low in your headphones.

but god, the way he was so fucking nervous about it when he knocked on your door... you craved to see the ruthless former winter soldier all tongue-tied over it. his calm and collected demeanor? you wanted it to crack.

maybe that was selfish of you, to want to break him. but something about it made you so turned on.

so you keep playing your music, knowing he'll hear it one way or another.

~~~

you're blaring your music as loud as possible in your room when you decide to go grab a bottle of water from downstairs. you open the door and turn into the hallway when you see him.

he's standing there, deer in headlights as you make eye contact with him. you hold back your smirk as he knows he's been caught.

from behind you, door wide open and music on blast to hear clear as day, the lyrics play out:

"fuck me all night, show me who you are, pornsta-a-a-a-ar"

he pushes himself off the wall and stands up straight as he tries to come up with a good explanation.

"you know, if you wanted to know what i was listening to, all you had to do was ask." you tease at him.

"yeah, sorry, i just-" he cuts himself off, knowing he has nothing to say.

suddenly, a song begins playing that you forgot you had in your queue. you could stand to let him hear anything, but something about this one makes you feel flustered. you run back into your room to grab your phone, trying to pause it.

he catches the scared look in your eye when the song begins, and he follows you into the room. he grabs the phone out of your hand before you can pause it, and he looks down at the screen, displaying the lyrics as they play aloud.

"this heat is gettin' to me, I want you all over me, baby you get me so... so soaked,"

you try to grab the phone away from him but he just chuckles and pulls back, reading the lyrics and listening carefully.

"what is it about this song that you don't want me to hear, doll? hmm? all the other ones were okay, but not this one?"

doll?

you roll your eyes at him and try to play it off.

"it's just a song." you tell him.

he knows he's pushing his luck, but suddenly, the roles here are reversed. he's finally not the one flustered over your music, this time, it's you.

he can't let such an opportunity go to waste.

"just a song? quite a reaction you had to it," he pushes.

you shrug.

he presses something on the screen and the song starts over again. you breathe out in frustration.

"alright, you've had your fun. now give me my phone back," you say, extending your hand in his direction for him to return it.

instead, he sits on the edge of your bed and begins to scroll through the lyrics, reading them more closely.

"bucky," you say loudly. "phone!"

"the lyrics on this one hit a little too close to home, doll?"

that sends you into a fucking spiral. he cannot know how fucking soaked you get just looking at his stupid, pretty, fuckable face--

you go for the phone, climbing onto his lap without thinking, trying to grab it back from him. he laughs all the while, holding it out of your reach.

you both end up falling backwards, you now on top of him as you finally retrieve your phone from him. you sit back on your haunches, inspecting your precious phone as though it's your baby.

it's only after you've paused the music and look up from your screen that you realize the position you're in.

you're fucking straddling him, as he currently lays in your bed. his hands somehow made their way to your hips when you weren't paying attention.

you try to move when you feel his hands dig into your hips deeper, holding you in place.

"bucky, what are you..."

"tell me to stop and i will." he says, his voice sounding so uninhibited compared to his usual self.

you stare at him, not saying anything, not moving.

he repeats his words once more.

"don't." you whisper. "don't stop."

he almost looks surprised, as though he didn't expect you to say that. he sits up, hands holding you tight as he brings himself closer to you. his chest gently collides with yours, his nose bumping against your own.

"you want me, doll?" he says ever so quietly.

"yeah," you breathe out, feeling like everything you've ever dreamt of is about to come true. your thoughts collect themselves for a minute, enough to bring your rational thoughts to mind.

"i don't... i don't just want sex, bucky," you tell him quietly. "if that's all you're looking for."

you feel more vulnerable than ever, laying out your feelings for him, everything on the line.

"yeah, doll? you like me?" he smirks.

your face heats. "maybe a little."

he loses the smug look on his face to genuinely smile at you, still right up close to your face.

"those goddamn songs of yours have been driving me crazy, you know that?" he chuckles.

you laugh a little in response.

"i know. the look on your face every time... priceless."

you feel so good just sitting in his lap, being up close, getting to laugh with him.

after a moment, he leans in and kisses you for the first time. he truly is everything you've ever dreamed of.

"got a lot of ideas to try out from those wretched songs of yours..."

~~~

here are the songs in order:

lost in the fire

slut me out

or nah

p*rnstar

soaked

honorable mentions that i wanted to include in here but didn't:

acquainted

often

~~~

masterlist

[sirxlla]

Hey! Can you make a hc of the batboys with their S/O getting wasted and claiming they have a boyfriend when they are their boyfriend. Thanks

You're Drunk & Telling Them You Have a Boyfriend

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Dick: "Uh, Uh. Get your slimy hands off me, Miiissster...I know karracheee." You slurred your words as he held you up in his arms to get you to the limo, maybe drinking so much at the gala was a bad idea. You made what your drunk self believes is karate hands at him.

"Wow, Karache? Really?" He laughs as he slowly lowers you into the limo onto the long seat.

"You'll seee...you'lll seeee I promise." You slurred as you rolled over face down into the long leather seat.

"Oh no, I'm sure I will, Pumpkin."

"Who you callin' pump-e-kin? Thats- I- Onllyyyy my boyfren allowed to call me that." You said a bit aggressively; it was like a baby bunny trying to take on a lion: attack = a hundred, damage = zero. You quickly fell asleep. The booze got to you, and when you got home, he had to remove you from the seat, your face red where the leather stuck to your face. He unzipped and pulled your dress off and your shoes and let you go to bed before kissing your head.

"G'Night, Pump-E-Kin." He teased you even though you couldn't hear it. "Pump-E-Kin." He whispered to himself with a huge grin before heading to the shower.

Jason: "Ohhhhhh, slow your roll, Muchachos. I got a boyfriend." You said as you waved your finger in Jason's face when his fingers even grazed your hips.

"Oh, yeah, who's this boyfriend? Tell me about him." He so badly wanted to know what drunk you would say about him considering he's never seen you drunk before.

"He kicks names, takes asses." You giggle, not even noticing or thinking for a millisecond that you said that phrase wrong.

"He takes asses? Is that what happened to yours?" Jason was always quick with it and it was even more fun with the idea that you were drunk.

"Hey, that's not nice. I'm gonna tell my boyfriend." You huffed like a cute angry kitten.

"Oh, yes. Please do tell your boyfriend. I'd love to know this boyfriend." He was making the most out of this moment; he'd cherish this forever and tease you just as long.

"Jay-son" You sounded it out as you went to call Jason, slowly scrolling through your phone. "Jay-son" You kept scrolling.

"You got a picture of this Jason?"

"I got millions." You pulled up a picture and showed him.

"Hmmm, this guy is pretty handsome. He looks familiar? I don't know where..." He watched as you zoned out while looking at the picture.

"I just love him so much." You turned into a puddle of tears within a few seconds. "He's everything to me."

"Awww, Babygirl. It's okay." He said as he hugged you and rubbed your back as you sobbed over the man you were right next to.

Bruce: "Y/N, that's more than plenty. No more drinks for the night." He tried to get the drink from you and could if he really needed to.

"You can't tell me what to do, you're not my boyfriend." You down another shot, and before it, you're trying to dance on the bar.

"I- Im, Yes, I am." He looked so confused at your words and how you were claiming not to be his girlfriend.

"My boyfriend's Batman. You know?" You made yourself look like you had pointed little devil ears. "Like Na Na NaNa Na Ba Batman!" You giggled completely out of it before nearly slipping on the bar

Of course, Bruce caught you before you fell too far. You started laughing so hard from being so intoxicated. He carried you out of the bar while paparazzi took pictures of you. If the alcohol in your system didn't have you disoriented, then the flashes from the cameras sure did. They gave you a horrible migraine which slowly pulled you out of your drunken state and back to a sober one.

"Mmmmm...my head feels awful." You grumble as Bruce helps you inside the manor.

"I'm sure it does, you had a lot to drink. We should get you out of those heels and into bed."

"What even is the difference between and manor and a mansion." You asked as he kneeled down to take your heels off.

"Well, A manor is a large estate with a historic significance and is a primary residence. A mansion is a large house that is over 7,000 square feet." He explains as he sets your heels down in his large walk-in closet.

You look at him with a face of complete confusion. Bruce laughs and smiles as he heads back over to you, taking your dress off.

"If you're still interested in the morning I'll explain it all to you." He took his mother's pearls off your neck before laying you down. Bruce put you under the covers and tucked you in like a little kid.

"Good Night, Beautiful." He kisses your forehead and heads down to the Batcave to work on a case he's been trying to break.

Tim: "Don't touch what you can't buy, Bub!" You said as Tim politely tried to guide you away from the party with a hand on your lower back.

"What are you even talking about?" He laughed as he slowly herded you like a cat towards the kitchen on a higher level so you could sober up somewhere quiet.

"Do you think Taco Bell called themselves that because it sounds like Del Taco? Is that like who came first the chicken or the egg? Mmmm, my boyfriend would know..." You grab your phone to call your boyfriend, which makes Tim give you a look of almost humorous astonishment. He laughs as he picks up the phone.

"Yes, Baby? What can I do for you today, Sweetheart." He asked as he stared at you, trying not to laugh.

"I'm with this guy, and I asked him if Taco Bell came first or Del Taco, and he doesn't know...Do you know?"

"Taco Bell, I believe, Honey." You hang up your phone before looking back at Tim.

"My boyfriend said Taco Bell."

"Your boyfriend sounds really smart."

"Oh, he really is and he's so nice to me. He got like so so many squish mellows, and they're so soft." You start getting emotional, and he can see the tears in your eyes, and he realizes he needs to get you into bed quickly because the last thing he needs is to carry you through a lot of drunk party-goers.

Tim very slowly gets you back to your room and gets you laid down on the bed you two share. He grabs a squish mellow that he knows you love most and puts it in your arms.

"You know my boyfriend would really like you; you're so sweet and caring, just like he is. He wants to make sure everyone's safe and happy. He's like a cute lil guy and he's just so amazing."

His heart swells about five sizes, and he thinks it might burst. It's sweet how loyal you are when you're drunk but also how highly you think of him, it means the world to him. Just as he thought he couldn't love you more, Tim finds himself being sucked deeper and deeper into the hole that is his love for you.

Damian: "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah. No. I have a boyfriend and he'll kick your ass." You said as you waved your finger in his face as you swayed from side to side.

"Yes, I know I am your boyfriend." He asks with a stern and annoyed look.

"Then what did I eat for breakfast and the color of my underwear?" You slurred with a smug voice.

"Cinnamon French Toast, and they're Burgundy; I know cause I made you breakfast, and I bought them."

"They're red." You giggle, which is bothering him even more; he's annoyed mainly because he needs to get you out of here. He's worried about the company around here, so therefore, he's worried about you.

"Burgundy is a color of red, Babe. Come on, we need to go. Come on, Beloved." He tries to help you up on the floor before you turn into dead weight in his arms.

"Well, isn't that just great?" He picks you up and puts you over his shoulder to get you out of the bar. Some creep acts like he might try Damian like a dumbass, he stops them in their tracks with just a single glare and his resting bitch face.

"Ha, Ha. Pussy." You laugh at the guy as Damian gets you out of the bar and twords his car.

"Hey. Hey, don't antagonize people. Lay down." He says as he puts you down in the back of the car. "Be good." He gets in the drivers seat and starts driving to the manor, he calms as he gets you both further and further away from that sketchy bar. He glances back at you every so often as he drives.

Once he parks the car he gets out and picks you up to get you inside. Between the front door and his bedroom theres a large pool of drool on his shirt from you. He smiles and lays you down before taking your heels off. Damian heads of to shower and change before climbing into the bed with you, gently moving hair away from your face that was stuck in your chapstick.

"Get some sleep, Beloved."

Send me prompts if youd like. ♡

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[fanged-fanfics]

Helllooo! I'd like to order up a request with corrupted pure vanilla with the reader. The reader is desperate to bring the positive pure vanilla they fell in love with back,,but he says something extremely cruel in an attempt to drive them away from him?

Have a lovely day! <3/platonic

☆ Sweet Turned Sour — Truthless Recluse x Reader ☆

Genre: Angst || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

"Vanilla-" you began desperately, the new darkened form of your love keeping himself facing away from you. His once bright robes had faded to an inky black, soulless blues accompanying the new shades. "Don't call me that" the Recluse said flatly "That's no longer my name". You got confused, stepping closer to him "PV, please. You're starting to scare me" you said. Despite your best effort, your tone wavered. The truthless recluse seemed to stiffen, half-turning to fix you with a gaze that held none of the usual kindness.

"Don't you tire of calling for a name now lost?" He asked. You felt irritation flare, immediately suffocated with fearful grief. "We need to talk" you said desperately "I don't know what's gotten into you, but this isn't you". "Finally caught on, have you?" He said in response. You let out a scoff "Pure Vanilla Cookie-"

"That's enough." The Cookie said, turning around all at once. His robes billowed while he approached you, only stopping a few feet from your face. "Quiet your whining at once. The Cookie you seek isn't here. The more you cry for that Healer, the more my nerves reach their limit" he said, all in a low and vengeful tone that sounded nothing like the man you'd come to love. You took a few steps back from him, too bewildered and hurt to speak. The Recluse let out a deep sigh, turning away "I can't stand to have you in my sight"

It felt like you'd been speared right through your chest. Pure Vanilla— your Pure Vanilla— wasn't anywhere to be found. There was only this cold, heartless husk, glaring at you with contemtp. You fixed a glare on your face, whipping around to storm off. The now lonely Cookie gave a deep sigh. There was a hidden layer of his souljam that twinged painfully when remembering the look that had crossed your face. He didn't know why he'd done that, it all just spilled out. Words that weren't his own, a visceral anger that he couldn't hold back. An unfamiliar wetness came to his eyes as his expression remained stern.

It was safer this way. He couldn't bring you down with him. He needed you to hate him, to keep yourself from getting wrapped up in this mental sinkhole he'd found himself in. He took a steadying breath, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. He gripped his staff tighter while beginning to walk off in the opposite direction. 'Forgive me, my dove, but this isn't a plan you should be anywhere near' he thought to himself 'Maybe someday, I'll recall that voice with mire clarity'

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

"TASTE SWEET AND LAST SO LONG~"

SYNOPSIS: it’s been a while since you and Kon had some alone time. His missions seem to be happening every day, and he's gone for two to three business days. But at least you finally have him alone for now.

Young Justice has been holding her boyfriend captive for far too long; this weekend, he's going to spend time with you and you alone. They already have a bunch of heroes at your disposal no need for him to go off to Nicaragua to do who knows what. Finally, you're both alone on his bed, his hands on your waist, pulling you closer even though you are already pressed flush against his body. You're giggling like a schoolgirl against his lips, noticing the small pink blush on his face that reaches up to his ears. God, you're in love.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" You say, giggling, as you gaze into his ocean-blue eyes, which seem to glow brighter the more you look at him. He laughs softly against your lips. "Can't I look at you?"

"No, you can't," you respond, with the smallest snicker in the back of your throat."Supposed to be enamored with me,"

"But I am," he answered cheekily, causing you both to start giggling. God, this is so cheesy and cringey, but when you're doing this, Conner, it feels romantic, even if you're in your messy room. as vulgar music plays in the background. You can barely hear the song that was playing; heartbeats and chuckles drown out the music. You both press small kisses against each other's lips. Conner pulls you himless into nipping and sucking on your bottom lip.

"You're such a perv!" You try to act disgusted, but there's a big grin on your face, and you have the cutest dark blush on your cheeks.

"I'm not a perv!" He protest, pulling back from him.

"If anyone's a perv, you're the one who’s the perv here, little freak," he smirked, going in for another kiss.

"Really? So I'm the freak ? I don't think you deserve another kiss," you teased, pulling yourself to the edge of his bed, making him get closer.

"Oh, come on, babe, that's not fair," he whined, pouting.

"It's fair to me," you reply, sticking your tongue out at him.

"No way, that's not fair!" He moved closer.

"Yes, way!" You pulled back even further.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-huh."

Connor huffed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and his hand went right back to your hips, where they belonged.

"You're mean," Connor's pout grows as he presses his forehead against yours.

"I'm not mean," you say, as your hand drops to his back, stroking his spine.

"You're so mean, pulling away and teasing me. Can I at least have a kiss? That's borderline torture."

That makes you laugh? "You're telling me a superhero clown can't handle a little teasing?"

"You're getting too soft," you said with a snarky grin.

"Yeah, so what?" he answered. "It's only for you; it's all for you."

"Yeah?" you asked.

"Yeah," he answered.

"I'm just like that." He was on top of you, lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss.

"Konnie, what are you doing?" You immediately jumped away from Conner, your eyes widening; your whole body was shocked and surprised as he fell onto his bed. Just then, you saw Jon standing right in front of you both with a Wii remote in his hand; he looked absolutely confused. Thank God.

He's looking down at Connor with a raised eyebrow, seeing his older brother upside down on the floor. He looks up to see you and frowns. "You had a [Name] here, and you didn't even tell me!" he says, with the biggest pout on his lips. "That's not fair; you're hogging them all to yourself!"

You know your boyfriend is still in shock, breathing hard. You don't know if it's from anger or if he was just scared to death by John. He gets onto Connor's bed, wrapping his arms around you.

"It's not fair! This is the second time [Name] comes over, and you don't even tell me!" He's upset, and you're completely embarrassed, covering your face with your locs.

Connor said, "Get out!" Now you can see the rage in his eyes. "What are you doing in here? The door was locked," he shouted at the top of his lungs.

Jon just stuck his tongue out. "Ma said there's no such thing as locked doors," he answered snarkily.

John snuggles into your chest, and Connor's rage intensifies. His face is red, whether from embarrassment or anger. "Jon, get out!" he shouts.

"No way!"

Now you have two superhumans over who gets to spend the Saturday with you! At least you got a kiss out of it!

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

PLEASE I WANT A PART 2 OF THE STORY WHERE JAMES CHEATS ON READER, IT'S SO GOOOD.

A/n: I AM SO HAPPY PEOPLE LIKED THE FIRST ONE BECAUSE I LOVED IT also I started writing this in class and almost started crying

It shouldn't be too confusing I don't think but it might be trying to read it idk it made sense in my head

Warnings: Angst, reader is in a coma, James cheats on reader, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 1

James watched you bash your face into the asphalt, the blood pooled around you but you wouldn’t stop, even as he clawed at you, screaming and begging for you to stop, and he knew he was the reason for it.

Eventually you stopped and James laid over you, eyes filled with tears that streamed down his cheeks and soaked into your shirt. He wrapped himself around you, feeling as your warmth slipped from you in the cold of the night.

Unable to take it anymore he got you into his truck, the passenger seat where you always sat when he took you on late night drives. He went around to the drivers side and got in, taking your hand and turning the truck around to get to the closest hospital. Of course he lived outside of town and it was a long drive, he refused to look at you, not even a single glance. He wanted the last image of you in his mind to be your beauty, how happy…

It had been too long since he’d seen you happy, he could barely picture it now. The last time he remembered seeing you happy was a picture you’d taken alone. James was on tour, you were left home alone while he was picking up groupies here and there, and Kirk showed him a picture you’d sent him where you went for a hike. He saw that smile and a little part of him -he wanted to say it lit up but it didn’t, it made him furious seeing you happy. James saw that picture of you and wanted to tell you to leave. He loved you so deeply and knew he wasn’t good enough, he hoped seeing how happy you were without him would make you leave. He wanted you gone.

He squeezed your hand tighter as he drove, sniffling softly while babbling apology after apology, telling you how much he loved, how bad he fucked up. He kept driving, knowing this was goodbye. He wouldn’t look at you, he wanted his last sight of you to be alive. He wasn’t driving to save you, he was getting a declaration. Your hand was cold but you didn’t tremble or huddle up to him like you always did, even when he tried to make you hate him, you’d crawl in bed next to him, find him in his little ‘study’, craving his touch, attention, whatever you could get. Even though he was just yelling at you, it was attention.

He carried you in, he wasn’t moving with determination or speed, you’d be dead either way and he was broken and tired. You’d be dead if he ran and you’d be dead if he stood still. Yet your head rested on his chest, over his heart, listening to it beat. He was alive after everything.

James’s mind was a mess when he reached the doors to the trauma centre, he calmly asked someone for help and you were rushed away. It was his first glance at what you had left of a face; skin would be left torn on the road back home, your blood drying sticky around it. Your hair was matted and muddy, everything was covered in blood, including him, and he just stood there until someone got him onto a bed where they gave him a quick check-up and a change of clothes.

“She’s dead.” He muttered, the resident looking over him gave a wry look.

“Who’s dead?” She asked, looking over his chart.

“My girlfriend.” He said, looking up at the woman. “She’s dead, right?”

She stared at him for a while, trying to come up with anything to say. “We, uh, we can’t share patients' medical information with anyone who isn’t a legal family member.” She said, setting his chart down on the table beside the bed.

“I am her family, we live together, we tour together… her family’s not here, she’s coming home with me, she’s dead, right?” He said. He hadn’t meant to say you were coming home with him, because you weren’t, you were dead and you’d be sitting in the basement until your parents came and he’d have to tell them what happened and why you did it.

The woman looked behind her to another room, James didn’t know what it was and there was only a small window that didn’t show much of who or what was inside. The woman slipped away for a second and peeked her head into the room. The noise was muddled with beeping and people walking around. Everything moved slowly and nothing felt real anymore. James was floating in his mind, watching everything happen behind a screen. He laid his head back on the pillow and could almost feel you under him, thighs holding his head and hands holding his face while you smiled down at him.

The resident came back and lowered her voice to speak. “She’s critical…” She kept speaking but James tuned it out. Critical wasn’t good, but it meant not dead. You weren’t dead.

He couldn’t stop the tears from flowing again, his breathing got heavy and he clutched the thin sheets tight in his fists. “She’s alive…” He muttered, repeating it over and over. The resident got a mask and held it over his mouth, he wasn’t injured but he needed a break, a reprise from this hell of being awake while you were dying in the next room over, where he could do nothing. The door to the room across the hall opened and a gurney was wheeled out right as James’s eyes closed.

“Jamie~” A voice purred. It was echoey and strange, calling to him from afar. “Jamie.” It repeated, clearer now. Your relationship passed his mind like flashcards, your smile, how shy you used to be and how warm you were, the meals you used to make together, how perfect you looked when you were sleeping in his arms. They quickly got darker, the night drives stopped, the face you made when he first started yelling at you -brows knit together and lips parted slightly, tears welling in your eyes as you fidgeted nervously with your hands- and the face you made when you got used to it -empty and expectant, you looked up at him because he got mad when you lowered your head, your shoulders slumped.

"Jamie." The voice came a last time. James finally opened his eyes and found himself in a white nothing, emptiness everywhere. His head was in your lap where it belonged, your fingers running through his hair while you smiled down at him. Even now he was crying, and he couldn't make it stop, he just stared at you, wetness rolling down his cheeks in cascades. "You're not supposed to be here."

James was quiet a moment. You were fine, and here, with him. "Where are we?" He asked, it wasn't what he meant to say, he meant to ask if you were ok, say he loved you, anything.

You looked around at the nothingness and shrugged. "Somewhere." James nodded but stayed in your lap, still crying but it didn't come through in his words, his voice and breathing were fine, he just kept crying. "You're not supposed to be here." You repeated, looking back down at James and wiping away his tears.

James reached up and held your hand to his face, feeling the warmth of your palm on his cheek for a moment. "Are you supposed to be here?" He asked hesitantly, waiting for your nod. He remembered what it looked like when you bashed your face into the concrete, how he reached to stop you to no avail. "You're not supposed to be here." He said, voice wavering slightly and he shook his head. "You-you're supposed to come home with me, alright? I'll take you home." He began to sit up but you pushed him back down, not with much force but it really didn't take much right now.

"I don't think I get to go home, James." Your own voice started to break now, lip quivering slightly. James shook his head again and sat up, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight to him, holding your head to his chest.

"No, yes! Yes, you do. You will come home and be my baby, you're my baby!" He cried, using everything he could to hold onto you, every ounce of will and strength in his being. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, slowly losing himself in you. "I love you! You need to know that, I-I have to show you and you have to give me the chance!"

"James." Another voice called. There was a pressure on his shoulder, someone was shaking him. He opened his eyes and it was all gone, every bit of it ruined. You weren't in his arms anymore, instead it was a pillow he held tight, a tear rolling down his cheek and soaking into it again. "James, you're doing it again."

"Sleeping?" He grumbled, shooting a look over his shoulder.

It was a woman sitting on the other side of the bed. Your bed where you'd spent so many nights alone and crying for him while he was out. Out with her. "You scream in your sleep, if I'd known that I never would've agreed to live here." He never told her about you, about what happened and that you were in a coma.

James stared at her a moment longer before getting out of bed, tossing the pillow aside, and went to the closet where your clothes still were. "Do I get to hang my clothes up soon?" She asked, stretching in bed.

"No." He said. "Don't touch anything."

The woman watched him now as he changed, wondering why he'd changed so much. He used to be so fun, going on all night and buying her flowers, chocolates, whatever she wanted, now she was a cage in what was supposed to be her own house. "Why would you move me in here?"

James turned around, having gotten his clothes on now. He looked her up and down, seeing she was still naked from the night before. "You wanted to be my girlfriend, you wanted to live here, this is what it's like." He grumbled as he made his way to the door.

"I'm sure your ex would disagree, she got to hang up her stuff, at least." James stopped for a moment, his hand on the doorknob.

"I'll ask her for you." He bit, swinging the door open and slamming it shut behind him. She had no idea what had happened to you, how your face looked, how James cried, how he visited you every day to make sure you were alright. Today was the day, he would come see you, he would talk to you, and he would beg and beg to anyone and everyone that was willing to listen you'd wake up, and if you didn't -he refused to say when- you would be taken off life support and he'd lose you forever.

[didishawn]

Forever (Pau Cubarsí x reader)

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warnings: really short, fluffy, a bit of reader's insecurities

You and your boyfriend might be young, but all your friends see your relationship like the one of an old married couple.

You met Pau back when the two of you were 12, your brother had just started living in La Masía, playing in the infantiles team as a goalkeeper.

You and your parents went to pick him up one day, and that's when he introduced you to his `bestest friend`-Pau.

Your twelve year old self found herself instantly crushing on the boy with pretty eyes and chubby cheeks who already towered over you back then.

And Pau too, found himself crushing hard on his best friend's twin sister.

Your brother-bless his heart- has always been a bit oblivious to this type of thing, so later on, once you met the boy and he realised what was going on, it was Lamine's task to get you and the centerback together.

It took him a while, and it was quite hard to get the shy boy to confess to you -Lamine's master plan a story for another story, but you and your gigantic boyfriend have been together since you two were 14.

Now you are 18, enjoying your boyfriend's drivers license for a beach day.

If only you two were alone...

From the boot of his car, you two watch Lamine and Hector run along the coast, passing a ball as the sun starts setting down.

His arm is around you as you cuddle against his chest, enjoying his warmth as you watch over your self proclaimed children -doesn't matter Hector is older that the two of you.

"I guess at least like this we are preparing pel futur" he suddenly speaks, his eyes not focused on his friends but on you.

Confused, you raise an eyebrow. "Preparing for the future?"

He hums, nodding. "Sí, for when we have our own kids," he grins, his face hiding on your neck and placing a gentle kiss on it. "Although I know our kids won't be so molestos"

You jokingly hit his chest, carelessly laughing. "Don't insult our kids like that!"

He rolls his eyes. "I can already tell you will be playing the good cop and I the bad cop when they arrive, will have to start practicing la meva cara de dolent"

"You are too cute to be the bad cop, Pau," you watch him for a moment. "I didn't know you planned having kids with me."

He looks at you, confused. "Who else would I have fills with?" you shrug your shoulders.

You love Pau, and you know he loves you too, but when your boyfriend suddenly becomes a worldwide star, it's only normal to become a bit insecure at the thought of some girl sweeping in and taking everything from you.

Pau has always been good at reading people-specially you. He knows exactly what's going on in your mind. He brings you impossibly closer.

"You are the girl of meva vida, have always been and always will be. Of course you are the mother of my kids"

His lips take yours. "T'estimo molt" he whispers into the kiss, hands cupping your cheeks as he deepens the kiss.

"Mare y pare traumatizing his kids."

You gasp and push him away, turning to face the two boys who have teasing glints on their eyes as they look at you and your boyfriend.

"Tenemos hambre" Lamine says, getting into the backseat as Hector follows closely, the two of you roll your eyes, walking to the front of the car.

"You two know we are not actually your parents, right?" you ask, settling into your passenger princess' seat as Pau starts his car.

"Gracias a mi estáis juntos, me tenéis que consentir." (thanks to me you are together, you have to coddle me)

"Almost 4 anys i segueix amb el mateix..." Pau sighs. (almost 4 years, and he still does the same thing...)

"Y seguirè hasta que me muera" he declares, proud of himself and Hector snickers. (and I will keep doing it until the day I die)

"Fucker"

The two on the back laugh at your complaint. Pau's hand settling into your thigh and caressing it.

You hope he is right, and that your future kids won't be as annoying as this two.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Yandere destined one... deciding to courtnap his new obsession. I would love to see this!

(I don't write much destined one but I'm really liking his character!)

Two young children sat in the shadow of the apricot trees, fresh and juicy fruits in their hands while they spit away the seeds, playing and laughing. Your childish laugh echoed when you were able to defeat the young one beside you.

Your innocent and naive mind never found trouble in his look, after all, how many kids could have said to be friends with a demon monkey?

"You know," you said, chewing another fruit, "my big sister is going to get married soon, and they promised me to buy me a new dress!"

His eyes narrowed; his sharp canines bit in half the apricot with one strike.

"What does marry mean?"

"It's when two people love each other a lot and they start to live together!"

"Oh…we do the same! But without new dresses…" He looked at you, his tail swirled around. "Say, would you marry me when we get older?"

You inclined your head, confused by this question.

"But you're a monkey!"

"I know! So? Do you want to?'

"…ummm…"

You bit into the apricot again, clearly questioning if you wanted to get married in the first place.

///

The open window allowed a soft breeze to enter your room. Your small figure held the doll that your father gifted you for your birthday to help you sleep, especially since, for some reason, your sleep seemed quite disturbed and erratic.

Strange noises came from your room, alarming both of your parents and the servants.

Sometime you woke up, feeling a pair of eyes watching you. Sometimes you actually saw a figure, and every time your screams woke everyone, alerting them and making them come to you in fear.

During the day, when you were able to meet him, you told him about those nightmares, fearing what was happening in the security of your own house.

"I'm sure those are just nightmares! Who could even think to hurt you?"

And you wanted to believe him, but the truth was beyond everyone's imagination.

Your parents always told you to beware of yaoguais, especially the monkey ones.

"As simile and harmless as they look, they can be conniving and prone to lying! They have an eye for treasures and beauty, and they're ready to steal!"

But a child doesn't know better, and you thought of him as a friend. You played with him, shared snacks with him, never knew that he had a treasure in his mind all of this time, and, despite the age, he had already enough courage to try and steal it.

You wanted to be brave, a brave little girl, and, instead of screaming, that night you pointed the light of your candle closer to whatever was roaming in your room.

Your eyes met the one of your friends, occupied in preparing a bag, with your staff.

When you screamed, your parents finally met who was trying to steal you. He ran away, betrayed and in fear.

You never saw him again.

///

"And what did the fortune teller say about the date?"

"The ending of the month is a good date!"

The voices of your mother and your grandmother were just background noises in your head. Looking out of the window, your eyes fall on the old apricot orchard, with the white petals falling down like snowflakes. An inch of nostalgia and fear came back to you, remembering what memories held that place. Sitting on your chair, the breeze outside the window didn't give you the chance to be part of the discussion between your family, even if you were at the center of it.

"My child is getting married! Her father acts all grumpy about the expenses, but he's just so sad to see his princess become a bride!"

It wasn't like you didn't want to get married; to be fair, it wasn't in your mind at all, and you were mostly acceptable of the event.

Your spouse, the man who insisted with all his soul to marry you, was the child that came to you after the rumor started to spread.

The girl of the monkey, a girl that had almost been taken away from her house by a demon monkey.

The child came to you, curious about why a demon should want to take away such an ugly girl like you. You didn't know if you were ugly, but you knew that you didn't want to take that offense, and so you punched him. You two became friends; he started to play with you, allowing you to finally come out from the fear of meeting the monkey again, the fear of being captured.

You forgot about that fear…Maybe it was because you wanted it to be as far away as possible that you decided to accept marrying your childhood friend, even if, more than love, you felt for him a connection like with a brother.

Well, it wasn't like you had any friends or suitors since your background…Better accept it, you thought.

While looking at the orchard, something caught your eye, a glint, something shining between the flowers and the leaves. Strange, it wasn't the right time to tend to the trees… You tried to look better, your eyes glued on the plants, when the cranky voice of your grandmother called you back.

"Child, are you listening? "

"Uh?" You looked at her, completely spaced out. She sighed, massaging her face.

"Dear Y/N, how are you planning to be a good wife if you can't even listen to your old baba?" She smiled again, caressing your face gently. "We were talking about the decorations!"

And, by being dragged back in the discussion, you failed to notice a tail moving like a snake in the trees and the glint of a sword.

///

The smell of the powder and the incense was almost intoxicating; you had to plead with your mother to let the maiden open a window to allow some fresh air to clean the room. You were in a remote area of the house; no one could ever be able to trespass there, so why bother fearing being seen?

The red silks adorned your skin like the petals of a peony, the blue gems in your hair to symbolize the ever-l'astinenza phoenix, the crystal flowers decorating your neck and ears…

You needed to look better, the gentle ray of sun illuminating your face like no candle could even. You never were someone that proud or arrogant, but this time you had to admit it to yourself: you were standing.

You gasped; the makeup on your skin gave you an aura of elegance and refinement. It was like a princess was sitting in front of that mirror.

Your mother must have noticed that a sense of pride took over her.

"Oh…oh, my baby," her voice starting to crack, holding a handkerchief to stop the tears from ruining her makeup.

"Mom, please!"You tried to calm her down, "Don't cry!'

"Forgive me, my dear," she sighed, "it's just so much for me…"

You smiled; a sigh escaped from you. She's been crying since the news of your engagement, so overwhelmed by the fact that her little girl was now becoming the bride of a fine young man. The child that was marked as the chosen by the demon was finally getting free…

You caressed her shoulder, hugging her with fondness, looking at the maid that even she couldn't contain the happiness.

"Please," you said, trying to calm your mother, "can you take Mother to take some fresh air? I can take it from here…"

She nodded, helping your mother to stand up and leading her out of the room, closing the door behind her to give you some privacy.

You turned your face back to the mirror, smiling again at your reflection on the surface.

You were getting merry; soon you would leave the house of your parents to live with the man that promised to protect you from an old nightmare…

You felt a little bad, but you cared for him, and you knew you were holding nothing but affection towards him.

He could have asked someone else, and yet he chose you. He properly courted you… Yes, it was better like this…

You yawned a little, feeling a wave of exhaustion crashing on you all of a sudden. How strange…Well, you had woken up quite early for the preparations, and you had no time to take a pause from your big day. Sitting down in silence, the sweet smell of the incense was making you quite dizzy and sleepy.

Without even acknowledging your action, you allowed your head to repose on your arm, sustained by the wood of the vanity. You didn't plan to fall asleep, only to rest your eyes a little. You promised yourself to not ruin the dress or your makeup.

Why were you so sleepy? Was always the incense of this smell? You didn't know; you felt so tired right now.

How funny, three people in a room and no one noticed a hand from the window, pouring a strange powder in the incense burner.

You were so tired; the figure slipping in your room was probably a dream.

///

"Oh my, she looks like a goddess!"

"Is she a princess, Mama?"

"Not for us for sure!"

The giggling from the monkeys was whispers in the cavern, echoing through the walls alongside the sound of water drops and the small cascades that were born from the main stream and found passages in the mountain.

The small taunts and remarks were silenced in the ears of the now-grown monkey, far too occupied in admiring your beauty, now sleeping peacefully. Not anymore the small cub that tried several times to take you away once, too small and frail to actually do it. Now he was older, stronger, and bolder; he had found no problem in holding you in his arms, like he had found no problem in slicing the throat of the young maiden and bursting like an old pumpkin the head of your own mother.

Killing the maiden? It was precociousness; he needed no one to set an alarm when he was taking you with him on the mountain cave behind the waterfall of his homeland, but with your mother…that was personal.

He had such a hate towards your parents that he swore nothing could compare to it.

He could have accepted the fact that for some mortals, taking away their own mate could be seen in not such a good light, but he was a kid! Who could blame the ignorance of the youth?!

He was able to understand that, but it was when he had come back with his father, to discussing the proposition of letting you two get marry once you were both old enough. He was even able to accept the idea of just doing it in the mortal way, acting as a human; that was nothing if the price was having you at his side forever.

"Our daughter will never be the spouse of that monster."

Since he was a child, those words were like fire branded in his mind. It was at that time that he decided that no matter the cost, having you was his real mission. No matter what the Elder said, bringing back the old Sage was just another way to prove how your parents were wrong.

He had trained a lot, you see? He had become stronger, just to protect you. He hated the fact that your parents put so many guards near your house; he even suspected that they forced you to not set a foot in your sacred haven, the apricot orchard! Where you two met, when he had proposed the first time to marry you.

You were silent that day, but you were just shy, right?

His hands caressed your rosy cheeks, your sleeping form on the mattress of thousands of flowers to help you sleep, until at least he had done what was needed to be done.

He could have stayed there for days, admiring your innocent, relaxed face, your chest rising and falling alongside your breath, in those beautiful garments made for a bride, his bride.

But he still had some jobs to do, he told himself, sighing, holding his sword to his side and his staff in his hand.

He needed to take care of your father and to that…boy.

Since the day he started pestering, how much he wanted to rip his fingernails one by one, to pluck his eyes and tongue to make him eat them, to rip his guts from his body and strangle him with them, to make him suffer in every possible way, to try to take his beloved Y/N away from. Marry him? The thought made him sick, like he could have been even at your level! Your parents were fools to accept his proposals; they did so only to keep you two apart, of course!

But that was over; today your life as newlyweds was beginning. Kissing your forehead, he saw your sleeping body move a little. He hoped you were dreaming of him because he had dreamed of you for such a long time.

And so, after another loving glance, he started marching out of the cave, ready to make some more blood spill.

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Could I get a little paragraph.. How would Dark or Damien react to you doing his tie for him? Brushing his hair back? Doing the buttons on his sleeves for him? Little things like that.

Anon, I literally had a giddy giggle fit just imagining it. You are amazing for suggesting it! Great taste, anon. Great taste.

I didn't do exactly every thing you asked for but it has the vibe. I hope you like it!

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The Little Things

Damien is getting ready to leave to go to the office. Punctual as he is, he's gotten ready on time and is about to go while still having ample time. He gets confused when you call him over just as he's about to put on his coat. You just wanted to fix his tie? Well, if you want to, why not?

He gets smiley. A bit giddy but is trying to hide it. He's not really hiding it, though. You're taking care of him and want him to look presentable? His biggest love language! His needs are so fulfilled!

He's looking at you the entire time. Unabashedly. When you're done, he lifts your face and plants a quick kiss on your lips. As thanks, he says. When he's in his office, he still feels butterflies when he looks down at his tie.

--

Now that we know how Damien would react, what about Dark?

Dark has picked out a shirt in the morning, just like usual. When he's just about to start buttoning it up, you put your hand on top of his. You want to do it for him? Why? He can do it himself. He's done it every day for literal years. When you still don't let his hand go, he relents. Sure then. Since you want to.

Well, if Damien tried to hide his enjoyment, Dark had perfected it. You're doing his buttons one by one. He tries to seem nonchalant. Why, this is more of an inconvenience than anything.

When you look up at him, his eyes flick away just for a millisecond. So he has been looking, sneaky man that he is. You smile. He's smiling as well. Very subtly. At least, that's what he thinks.

Well, if he's pretending to be, oh, so casual about it, you can do that too. When you finish buttoning his shirt, you take quite a while to smooth out the wrinkles of the soft material. On his shoulder, straighten his collar, down his chest...

His hand catches yours in a gentle grip. You look up at him, a picture of perfect innocence. He rolls his eyes, then brings your hand up to his lips.

After all, you're both quite sneaky.

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hey curly would love to see dean's daughter and uncle sammy interact!! wholesome goodness galore please!!

𖦹Bad Day𖦹

summary𖦹 Sam helps you cheer up from a bad day

pairing𖦹 Sam Winchester x Niece!Reader

word count𖦹 1,066

notes𖦹 ok I totally nerded out in the last half sorry if you don't care about batman lol hope you like it

not proofread

You were having a bad day, and your uncle Sammy knew it. He knew it would be rough for you before you even woke up, Dean wasn't gonna be home in time for your “weekly shred bedrotting time”-as you liked to call it. In fact, your dad wasn't gonna be home till the next day, his hunt taking longer than expected. So, it was no surprise to Sam when you came home from school all dejected. 

When you walked through the door of the bunker you immediately put your bag down and slipped your shoes off, not caring if they were in the middle of the walkway. “Sammy” you call out searching for a response. When you're met with silence you head to the kitchen to find something sweet, what a year today has been. 

You have your head in the fridge when you hear movement behind you and turn around to find your uncle making his way into the room. “Hey sammy” you say while shutting the fridge behind you.

“Hey kid, how was school” Sam responds

You roll your eyes and huff in annoyance, “you know, the worst”

He smiles at your answer, “you know, I could think of a couple ways to make your day better”

You lean against the counter with a questioning look “What are you gonna do, cause I could really go for some pie right now” 

He smiles knowingly “Well it's not pie, but i got some cake and ice cream”

Your face lights up, “you better not be joking”

“Why would I joke about this? That would just be cruel” He asks “I also got out the DVDs, you can pick what movie we watch”

You jump up from your position against the counter in excitement “Omg girls night”

He crosses his arms and gives you a look of confusion “Girls night?”

“Shut up and accept it” Your expression shifts to a playful smirk “if it's girls night can I braid your hair”

Sam pauses for a second “what?”

“Pleeeasseeee” you beg “ it's so much easier to braid someone else's hair and yours is so soft and long” You eagerly explain

He pretends to think it over “fine” 

You clap your hands together in excitement “yay! Ok so you get the desert ready and i'll get the tv on and the hairbrush out”

He smiles fondly at your excitement then agrees to your plan with a nod. While you left to set up in the Dean cave, Sam got to work at plating your sweet treats. He also prepared some regular food cause he knew you would want something savory after. He was glad you were so excited and that he was able to lift your mood, that's the whole reason he planned this. Sam didn't want you to have such a bad week, he could tell that Dean's absence was taking its toll on you–usually you two were attached at the hip.  

When he walked into the Dean cave, balancing multiple plates in his arms, You were waiting for him with the TV already on. He hands you your cake, setting aside your dinner, and sits on the couch next to you, looking up at the TV. “Lego Batman?” He asks with a smile

You look at him with a fake hurt expression “it is a cinematic masterpiece. Also I'm literally batman.”

He chuckles lightly “you literally aren't”

“Oh really, you can test me on this, im literally him” You say while picking up your spoon to dig into your cake

He puts his hands up in defence “ wow you want me to test you ok….ummm…name five robins”

You roll your eyes “that's easy; Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Stephenie, and Duke. Boom that's more than five, it's all of them” you finish with triumphantly taking a bite

He smiles smugly “your forgot one”

You look at him confused “no I didn't” you say with a stuffed mouth.

“Bruce's clone” He corrects

You swallow your food “That totally doesn't count”

Sam shakes his head in disagreement “oh, it totally does”

You roll your eyes and start the movie, accepting that you won't win this one. He lightly smiles at your defeat and turns to watch the movie. Before you both could lock in to the TV you turn back to sam and say “you're a nerd, and i'm still batman”

He turns to you and smiles “ok”

After that you both were silent throughout the film. When you were done with your dessert you had moved on to the dinner Sam had brought, claiming that the cake was too sweet,  just as he suspected you would. When you were done eating you had cuddled closer to Sam on the couch for the remainder of the movie, your knees to your chest and your head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around the back of the couch.

After the movie You decided it was time to do sams hair. You forced him to sit on the ground in front of the couch as you got to work, sitting on the firm cousins behind him. “Thanks for this sammy” You say while separating his hair into sections.

He tries to look back at you to respond but you force his head forward so you can continue working on his hair. “For what?” He asks.

“I know you planned this night for me cause Dad isn't here, it's really sweet and I really liked it so, thanks” You answer

“Of course kid…You know, I really liked it two–even though lego batman isn't comic accurate” He teases

You sigh and continue to work on his hair, “ok that gets me a little frustrated too but the humor and homoerratic relationship between the joker and batman makeup for that”

You can feel him roll his eyes as he responds “whatever you say”

The night ends with you and Sam asleep on the couch, his hair braided, the TV left on, And dirty dishes left out. When Dean comes home the next morning and finds the state that you two are in he takes a couple (dozen) photos before waking you up and leading you back to your bed. Dean was sad he wasn't able to see you yesterday but if it meant that he would find you and Sam cuddled up like that, he would be ok doing it again.

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hai bby! hru?

so idk if this is going to make sense but i've had this thought on my mind for a while and i wanted to request something if it's not too much to ask for.

so like, rich sunghoon who's very protective of y/n and is cold to everyone but y/n and their rich kid friend group. and rich y/n who even tho is rich, is still very kind and caring. they're both in school (college or high school) and they're like the "rich and popular" kids. so basically, y/n's super innocent and sweet and hoon is trynna figure out how to confess? can be angsty with fluff? and you can decide whether it's written or a smau.

i'm so sorry if this makes no sense 😓 and if you can't do it, that's totally fine too. hope you're well love!

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youre not for sale (request) ☘︎ park sunghoon

warnings: fluff, comfort, angst, mutual yearning, reader being a bit blind, i think thats all!! if there's anything else let me know!!

park sunghoon was in love with y/n l/n. that was a fact no one could deny. It was obvious to everyone. Well, everyone except one person. y/n. He was constantly buying them things, from flowers to expensive jewelry. but to y/n, he was just “being a really good friend”. to sunghoon, they were the kindest, sweetest, ad most attractive person he had ever met in his whole life. that brings us to now. sunghoon has been with jake all day, coming up with a speech to tell y/n he likes, scratch that, is in love with them. “what the actual fuck do i say to them man? ‘hey y/n i know were super close and all, oh by the way, i'm in love with you’? hell no. shes just- sweet, and, i dont wanna say fragile. but shes innocent. i dont wanna hurt her or confuse her.” so far, its going…not so great. “i really don't know what to tell you bro. you just need to grow a pair and tell her.” sunghoon gives him a glare, “easy for you to say, you got your girlfriend by just being pathetic and following her around like a puppy”. “OH FUCK YOU MAN” safe to say, jake didnt take too well to his jab. sunghoon felt like drowning in self-pity. his friends were no help, and with each passing day he fell for y/n more and more with no idea how he should confess to them. especially when everyone around them knew all of their business. y/n on the other hand, could not have been more oblivious. “i’m telling you noo, he does not like me like that”, they say. oh how wrong they were. sunoo looks at them as if they were insane, “are you serious right now y/n? that guy looks at you as if you created all things good in the world! i’m serious!”. in that moment, he thought they could never be more dense. 

a week went by of sunghoon helplessly wondering, crying for help to his friends, and buying flowers for y/n that reminded him of them. he sees y/n walking to their class and runs up to them. “y/n! Hey! um- do you wanna hang out later? Maybe like grab some lunch or get boba or something” he asks, desperately hoping that they say yes. “oh my god yes! i’ve been craving boba like crazy!” for a moment, sunghoon truly believed there was something in the universe on his side. he spent the next 3 hours trying to think up someway to confess. flowers? the ring they've been talking about wanting? unlimited trips to their favorite restaurant? he needed to come up with something, and fast.

the pair somehow end up back at y/n’s dorm, playing video games. sunghoon had just beat y/n at mario kart *again*, and y/n decided they needed a break. “god, how do you win every time?’ they grumble while walking to the kitchen. sunghoon replied before even giving a second

thought, “i’m just that good baby”. y/n had never turned around so fast in their life, “what?”. He froze, nothing coming out of his mouth, eventually, it all just started coming out before he could save himself. “i love you. you’re so amazing, and kind, and pretty. i don't even think i deserve you but i really hope you’ll give me a chance! i’ve been trying to figure out how to confess to you for so long and this really isn’t how i planned it but this is how its happening. you just make me so nervous but in a really good way and i just really hope you feel the same or you hear me out and at least let me take you out on one date.” he stops speaking abruptly as it all just happened so fast. silence filled the once loud room that was overflowing with their laughter. “sunghoon…” they trail off, “you really feel that way?” he doesn't respond and simply stares down at his feet in embarrassment and defeat. “i’m gonna go, i'll see you around.” he abruptly stands up and leaves with y/n protesting behind him and telling him to stay. he beat himself up the whole night, this isn't how he wanted it to go, not at all. he couldn't believe he let himself word vomit like that! he just blew it with the person of his dreams, he could never tell his friends about this. they’d definitely use it against him for life, and he can’t bear the thought of reliving his worst heartbreak.

y/n wasn’t completely sure what to do, or how to handle this. sunghoon liked them? there's no way. he’s handsome and kind, he's perfect. and he seriously likes them? as she runs through every possible scenario of how this situation ends in her head, she impulsively decides to go to his dorm. she hesitated before knocking on his door. sunghoon opened the door, to see, to his shock, y/n. “i really really like you too and i’ve never known how to tell you and when you just said everything to me i froze because i didn't know what to say! you're the most amazing guy sunghoon and i want this to work out. so please just tell me if you want to make this work too.” he stood in the doorway, his mouth parted in shock. he spoke quietly after a moment, “you really mean it?” y/n looks at him incredulously “are you kidding? of course i mean it!” sunghoon swore he felt his heart stop for a solid 5 seconds. “i thought i lost you for good, oh my god!” he sighs in relief. “you could never lose me don't be stupid.” he gives them a glare before wrapping his arms around them, not caring who in the hall saw. “does this mean i can take you on a date now?” he asked softly. “i mean obviously”

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better than the movies / rafe cameron

a/n: if ur seein this its my first fic on here <3 hope its good, i actually don't hate it. it's long for my first tho.

word count / 1.3k

to you, love was just something people found in the movies. it was fiction. you had given up on finding love a long time ago.

but here you were. looking at him and feeling so much love. rafe cameron. you smiled to yourself. how did you get here? how did you even know that you loved him? that you were in love with him? you just knew.

if someone had told you that you'd be here in bed, spending your early morning with rafe, you wouldn't have laughed. no, you would've looked at them like they were deranged. "are you fucking crazy?" you'd say. "never in a million years."

you hated each other. rafe was the biggest asshole ever and you were the only girl who wouldn't put up with his shit. in your eyes he was some spoiled brat who turned to drugs when things didn't go his way. you hated how everyone glorified rafe and ignored who he really was. and you were like a punching bag to him. you frustrated him immensely. he hit and hit and hit you over and over again. only you hit back. he was so used to running over people with no regard to their feelings. he had to admit, he enjoyed the fight a bit.

the first time you had seen rafe differently was at topper's party, last spring. it was hot and muggy outside. it had stopped raining a couple hours earlier, before the party started. you were out back, sitting on the edge of the pool with your best friend niya. there were people everywhere and you were starting to sweat. "i need out or im gonna die," you told niya. you got up and walked toward the house.

she shouted after you. "please don’t take your sweet time!"

you rolled your eyes and smiled.

i need to find a bathroom. i can get away from everybody in there.

you kept walking throughout the house knocking on and opening doors until you found one. finally, shit. when you opened the door all the way, you were met with an unfortunately familiar face.

"what the fuck?" he looked at you with disbelief.

"rafe?" you're kidding.

you were pissed now. you were hot and sweaty and just when you thought you had a chance to breathe you run into him.

"get out."

"gladly," you were about to turn around when you noticed something. his nose was red, his eyes watery. almost as if he’d been crying. "wait, were you crying?”

"get the fuck out, now."

"no, not until you answer my question."

he rolled his bloodshot eyes. "no, i wasn't crying."

"it's okay to have feelings rafe, i know you're not used to it."

that set him off. his tough exterior crumbled when he was around you. you never failed to get under his skin. he lunged for you, grabbing you by your arm before you could react. he dragged you inside the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind you, reaching down to lock it.

"and i know you're not used to being anything other than a fucking bitch."

while you would've fired back with some smart ass comment any other time, you weren't worried about his insults right now. no matter how rude he was to you, you were genuinely concerned. you'd never seen him show any emotion other than anger or annoyance.

"rafe, i'm serious. are you okay?" you asked softly. you and rafe stared at each other for what felt like years. he was scared now. he didn't show it but it felt like you could see right through his big, scary act. but he couldn't look away. you had him hypnotized and he could see the genuine worry in your eyes.

"what do you care?"

"im not as big of a bitch as you say i am. i have a heart."

he realized he had you against the door, your head caged between his arms. he stepped back and broke eye contact to stare at the ground.

"i just- i'm going through it right now." he dragged his hands down his face. "i dont wanna talk-" the tears were back.

you stepped towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist. the fuck? what is she doing? he stood there confused. the hug actually felt....good. so he let his arms hang and the tears fall.

"it's okay rafe, you don't even have to tell me."

he finally hugged you back. now he was sobbing, pouring his heart out into the hug. into you. you hugged him tighter. you were so sweet, he realized. he couldn't believe he spent all this time hating you, insulting you every chance he got. how could anyone hate this sweet, sweet girl? nobody had been there for him like this.

his father didn't believe in emotions. maybe that was why he was like this. he felt like he had to be an asshole. not because he wanted to but because if he didn't protect himself, who would?

rafe tucked his head into your shoulder. you smelled amazing, like strawberries and vanilla. it added to your sweetness.

"shhh it's okay." you rubbed his back. "let it all out."

so he did. and when he was done, he pulled away from you and you let him. your heart panged a little at the loss of warmth. but you were glad he let you in. it wasn't as hard as you thought because you genuinely were a good person. rafe just had it out for you for some reason. you acted how you did towards him in self defense.

"dont say shit about this to anyone." good ole rafe.

"oh im so ready to tell everyone," you deadpanned.

"seriously."

"i would never."

"thanks." he sniffled, glancing at you then at himself in the mirror. "really, thank you."

"anytime." you smiled that sweet smile. he hated that he actually liked it.

rafe found a hand towel then turned the sink on, wetting it. he turned it off and wiped his tears away. he looked at you one more time and actually smiled. you stepped out of the way as he reached for the door, opening it and walking out.

you hadn't talked to rafe for a couple months after that. you'd see him around but he'd make it a point not to look at you. at least not while you were looking at him.

it wasn’t until the beginning of summer that you’d heard from him again. you were lying in bed, watching the sunset out the opened doors of your balcony when he called you. how rafe got your number you couldn’t figure out (you make a mental note to ask him about it when he wakes up). but you picked up, and thank God you didn't hate him anymore or you would've hung up when you heard his voice.

thank God you didn't hate him.

he hated to admit it but, "i need you." he said. "please."

and so you ran out your room and drove over to tanneyhill without a second thought. and you were there for rafe. eventually it became routine. he would call you when he needed a shoulder to lean on.

suddenly, his hate for you was gone. maybe it had been love masked as hate.

rafe let you know that he was there for you too, of course. after being around a vunerable rafe for a while, you finally let him in.

you and rafe spent the whole summer together. at the end of everyday, you found yourself wrapped in his warm embrace. you pretty much lived at tanneyhill. being with him felt better than the all the movies you’d watched and the books you had read.

you made love. you argued. you cried in each others arms. you laughed together. and kissed. and held each other, and so much more. but most importantly, you loved each other. and looking at him now, lying on his stomach , the sunrise shining on his toned back, you realized love wasn't fiction. it was real. you had found love. or maybe it had found you.

rafe was love.

a/n: i thought my first fic would be a drabble or smth, but it kept goin and goin and goin. i have drabbles in my drafts and they'll prob turn into full on fics. hope smb see's this and loves it! i would love feed back and suggestions. i dont have a masterlist or anything yet so this is just me trying smth out, thanks @littlelamy for encouraging me. i’m dedicating this to you! <3

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꒰ ���'ˎ˗ conspiracies ✰ jaime reyes ꒱

✰ SYNPOSIS : jaime just really wants you to think he's cool. in both forms. too bad you're a raging conspiracy theorist.

inspired by this post so thank you for making my mind spiral insert heart emoji. i love xolo (as everyone who knows me both online and irl knows) and i love jaime so this was just a treat

also this is highkey movie jaime coded but yj him works too tbh

!!! LIVA DNI !!!

It was a regular Monday morning when you first met Blue Beetle.

Your life was as normal as could be, and you were perfectly content living your life out like this. Growing up fine. Leaving school fine. Entering college and trying to find a real, lasting job fine.

Today was a regular old day in your regular old life. Nothing special, really. Just on your way to work at your local coffee shop—mostly to pay off your crippling student loans—in an admittedly nice (and safe) neighbourhood.

Which is why you weren't expecting this. In such a dramatic fashion—a random in a ski-mask comes by and tugs your tote bag off your shoulder, and starts running. The tote bag with your expensive ass phone, and those authentically beautiful earrings you'd gotten as a gift for your 18th inside—so of course you take running in your scuffed and ragged sneakers.

"Wh—hey! Come back here!" You yell out as people on the sidewalk rush to the side from the random pushing their way through. They may be covered by a good ten layers—but by god were they fast. No way you could catch up to them.

But you'd be damned if you didn't try. Too bad you didn't join track in high school—you have a feeling it really would've helped right now.

You consider yelling out that you have a barista's salary and you doubt there'd be much of worth inside, but you're stopped before you do.

The random thief in question is not on the ground anymore. In fact—he's three feet up in the air and dangling upside down, screaming. The ski mask falls off and you see it's actually one of your regulars in your shop.

Your eyes widen, then narrow into a hard glare "Dan?! What the hell, man?!" His eyes look anywhere but at you. He knows he's never going to get his double-caffeinated espresso ever again.

But then, you look at exactly what is holding him from that unfortunate angle. A superhero... you think. Black and blue suit—tendril-like things behind him, one holding up your thief. Blasters underneath his feet that seem to allow him to levitate so high. Pure white eyes and no mouth in sight.

"Why don't you give the lady back her bag, huh?" His voice—while it's partially distorted, he seems rather giddy. Maybe he's a new hero. You were sure as hell Batman wouldn't be running around here.

The bag drops to the ground as soon as he says it, and you rush to collect your things. People around crowd in awe at the heroic act, but all you can think about is how grateful you are that you hadn't lost your phone. Thank god for Block Blast.

You look up—Dan falls to the ground with a grunt while the hero lands gracefully on his feet, hands on his hips—you can practically feel the self-satisfaction radiating off him. He looks to you. "Are you alright, ahem—ma'am?"

Did he just make his voice deeper?

You nod, and spare him a smile. "Yes, thanks to you. I can't tell you how grateful I am that I won't be late for work now."

The hero seems rather confused, "Wait, what—"

"Thank you!" You call out as you take off, running. You had fifteen minutes until your shift started and no way you'd miss it and in turn miss an hour of pay. The hero seems to try and call out to you—but the crowd around him doesn't let him move an inch—and it's like clockwork when a camera and microphone get shoved in his face like he's nothing but a trashy celebrity.

"And, Blue Beetle—how is it that you came to this civilian's aid so fast?"

"I guess I just have a sixth-sense for saving people in need."

You grab the television remote and switch the TV off before you roll your eyes back into your skull. Jaime—your friend and currently the only person at the stand with you—seems less than pleased you did so.

"Hey! What's with you?"

You make a face. "Sixth-sense for saving people? Seriously? Even you have to admit, it's pretty stupid."

"Didn't you say that you were the one he saved this morning? And that's why you weren't late for your shift?"

Resting your elbows on the glass stand, you call for your lazy-ass co-worker (currently on his phone in the back) to take over the cash register when a customer comes in.

You continue to talk away with Jaime, who's shining a glass. "Just because I'm thankful he saved me doesn't mean he's exempt from my well-deserved critique. He sounds like a less-inspiring Superman right now."

Jaime laughs, muttering something under his breath before turning back up to look at you. "That's just mean, chica. I think he's pretty cool, no?"

He places the glass on the table near the blender—while you huff indignantly, leaning backwards. "You've always been like this with superheroes, and so have I. Some things will never change, Jaime. Just like the fact we're both in crippling debt at this dead-end job."

"But... you don't even think he is a little cool... at all? I mean—the costume's pretty sick." He stands over you, arms crossed and smiling.

You pause, thinking. "... Alright, fine. Yeah, the costume looks cool. But I think his head's too big for his body. ...Hey, he kinda reminds me of you."

"... You don't say?"

"I do say," you affirm, smiling at his scoff. "Time to get back to the shop, Reyes. You can uplift any bugs you want after our shift is done."

You press your finger to his nose and move him back, bouncing out of the back room as he watches your retreating figure—deep in thought.

You thought that would be the end of it. Maybe, in a few months or so—you'd get into trouble and a hero would come and save you like in the movies. Maybe even in a few weeks or so. Depending on how unlucky you were.

Well, it seems Lady Luck has a hate boner for you, because this was just getting ridiculous.

On Tuesday, all your stuff was thrown high into a tree and only a being with flight could reach it. The day after that, somebody was about to trip in front of your bus—saved at the nick of time by a blue hero.

Thursday, you were almost hit by a bus this time—swerving on the road like it were drunken, only for the two parts of a now disconnected bus to fall beside you, and a beetle in front of you with a smile.

On the last day of a regular school week—you nearly tripped with several large coffees on your tray—and it doesn't take a genius to figure out why your shirt was not littered with stains and why you still had a job. You don't even know where he came from.

Saturday, a pipe broke and boiling water was about to spray you in the middle of the street. Before it even touched you, a holographic blue shield formed around you and saved you from the embarrassment of a see-through shirt.

On Sunday—you were sick of this. An hour into your shift—somebody rushes in with a bat and shatters the glass casing of your displayed pasteries, stuffing them all into their mouth (how did they even do that...?) and taking off.

Before you could even react—or anyone could, for that matter—Blue Beetle was already there, in the doorframe with a tut and a shaking head. You almost lose your mind as a crowd surrounds him with a tied-up thief beside his feet.

You practically collapse when you get back home, in your dingy little apartment. You lay down like a starfish on your bed and think back to everything that had happened to you the past week.

Robbery. Sabotage (you think). Near-death experiences, twice. Plain and simple clumsiness. Probably sabotage again. And more robbery.

This was very not normal. You've come to this conclusion. Whatever supernatural entity wanted you gone was very aggressive about it. You couldn't possibly imagine what you did to piss somebody off this bad.

Maybe they just didn't like your caramel frappuccino. (You don't think it met health standards, anyway).

But what's even more abnormal than that—Blue Beetle is just always there. Every single time. Without fail—as soon as a problem arises, he just ever so conveniently shows up and saves the day like a true hero.

You practically groan into your pillow.

It's like you haven't had one normal day since he showed up. Since he first saved you. It doesn't help that Jaime insists he's a totally awesome hero just doing his job—saving civilians.

No... he's not just saving you... he's practically always there. A hero can be good. But never that good. He doesn't have super speed, nor (from what you can tell) a literal sense for danger (as you watched a building collapse on him on live TV).

There's no tangible way for him to be constantly saving you, in all different areas of the city, in no particular order.

Unless...

You enter your workplace, determined. This Monday morning you found yourself being mugged in an alleyway you didn't even know existed until today.

Take a wild guess who showed up as the gun pressed to your temple.

You discard your tote and shrug off your coat with snowflakes dribbled all over. You can't believe it had just started snowing today of all day—perhaps the universe sensed your imminent realisation and decided to try and hinder you.

Too bad, the universe could take its pity dick out of your mouth—because you didn't need it.

Today you and Jaime didn't have an overlapping shift together. His finished as soon as yours' started, actually—watching him slip on a thick jacket and greet you with a smile. "Hey, [name], what's—"

You stomp towards him—looking very mildly threatening in your green apron. You point at him, digging your nail into his chest. "You. me. Back of the shop. Now."

His eyes widen as you grab his collar and practically drag him through the cooking areas—co-workers laughing as they holler, "Jaime's gonna get some!"

Yeah, he's getting some alright.

Some conspiracy theories.

You practically shove him into a wall when you kick the back door shut.

"Jaime—I've known you since high school. Didn't really like you then—but we ended up in the same course at the same college and now we're bonded for life. You're my dude, my bro, my hermano—that's why I'm telling you this." You speak, deadly seriously. You're staring up at him with murder in your eyes.

"... Wait, you didn't like me in high school?" He deflates.

"Not important. What is important is that I need to tell you this—because I feel like I'm going crazy." You grab onto his shoulders and glare into his eyes. "I think Blue Beetle is stalking me."

A few seconds. Almost nervous silence. You don't break a sweat, but Jaime seems to be perspiring like he'd just run a marathon—eyes looking anywhere but at you. "... Why do you think so...?"

"Every single time I'm in trouble, he's always there in the blink of an eye! I mean—it's more than saving me, it's every single time. This week has literally been the worst week of my life, and he's always there. The minute somebody takes something from the cafe on my shift—boom, he's in the doorframe before I can blink. Bus about to ram straight into me? He slices that motherfucker in half."

Jaime sweats even more now. "He probably does that with everyone."

"But he doesn't! Yesterday I saw somebody robbing a convenience store in broad daylight—and the police were already there before he even showed up! And you know how long the police like to take their sweet time." You shake his shoulders back and forth. "Jaime, I swear to god—I'm not crazy. He is freaking stalking me. I don't know why, or what for, but—"

An uncomfortable laugh escapes his lips as he pushes you back, lightly, so you're not practically squishing your nose against his. "[name], I'm pretty sure you're overthinking this. That's crazy—I mean, Blue Beetle is a superhero, why would he stalk—"

"I don't know!" You practically explode before he can finish, pacing back and forth with your chin cradled and your eyes narrowed into a glare at the ground. "Maybe he thinks I'm his Lois Lane or something—maybe that's how Superman got the girl and this newbie thinks he can replicate that with me. Argh! Maybe he thinks I'm going to become a villain?! Maybe he's from the future where I already am a villain, and my first step to villainy was getting mugged in an alleyway! You can never tell with these time travellers."

Jaime steadies you with a hand on your shoulder, sighing deeply—as if he's conflicted on saying something, "Look, [name]... I think... you've gotten the wrong idea. I didn't want to tell you this, but—"

Something dings. Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket and you gasp. "Shit! My shift is starting! I'll catch you up on my theory if anything else happens—tell me whatever it is later!"

You run back into the shop like your life depends on it—and Jaime's left standing there in the snow, dejected and thoroughly disenchanted.

Tuesday morning. Everything really hurts.

The sun shines directly into your eyes the moment you awake, and have to reel back from the heavenly brightness. You have no shift today—which means, as far as you're concerned, you're free to go do whatever you'd like.

You decide to stay in bed as long as possible.

Wrapped up in cosy white sheets and limps sprawled and messy over your frame—it takes only a few hours for you to get tired of laying around and get up to actually do something.

You rummage through your closet. Yesterday was your hair-wash day, so you'd be damned if you didn't go out and show off your fresh hair. Maybe you should go and see Jaime and his family. It's been a while since you had some of his abuela's cooking.

Yeah. That'd be nice. No trouble, no weird situations, and certainly no superheroes. Just you, your friend, and his sweet family.

You pick out a cute coat and even cuter flared leggings—grabbing your phone and mints (you never know) and your keys. You walk out the door with your head held high and hope in your bones.

You should've known better. Lady Luck wasn't about to let you run around without being completely miserable—no way. Maybe this time was your fault—dividing away from the main street and going through a shortcut that was devoid of people and rather thick with heavy snow.

It was you and your uggs against the world—stomping through heavy white and snuggling closer into your scarf as snowflakes flutter into your freshly washed hair. Dammit.

Humming a little song to yourself—you don't let this get you down. You're too excited to eat some really good authentic food. No way you're going to be a Debby Downer in their lovely home!

There's a shift in the roof in front of you. It creaks a little—and you instinctively look up. Your eyes widen in panic, and your feet are so buried in the snow you can hardly move—a large pile of white fluff that would be enough to bury you alive is about to do exactly that.

It tumbles, starts to fall and you're about to accept the status of a human snowwoman—when a figure dives in front of you and a blue bubble forms around your figure.

You open your eyes, cracking the lids and peering ever so slightly. It's not cold. It's not even fluffy. You don't feel anything different—but you do see a sheepish blue and black figure, all too familiar, trapped within this same bubble.

You could see red right now. "Are you... Are you serious?!"

You expect him to jolt back, to be surprised—but he doesn't visibly seem to be. He stands there, hand behind the back of his neck and eyes focused on the snow that falls over his bubble like it were miles more interesting than you.

You barely notice it, however—as you finally decide to confront him about your little theory. "Are you stalking me?!"

Blue Beetle gasps. You've even shocked yourself a little bit. You didn't expect to be so blunt about it—but whatever gets the job done.

"Wh—stalking you?! Are you serious?! Why would I... stalk you...?" His tone starts to grow suspiciously more like a question as he nears the end of his quip—you narrow your eyes even further and press your finger accusingly into his chest plate.

"You literally show up every single time I'm in the mildest situations of danger! The moment I trip, the moment my things are stuck—the moment a freakin' bus is about to ram into me, you're always there! Are you just following me around, waiting for the next thing to happen?"

"I thought youd be more grateful! I'm saving you from danger, aren't I?" He sasses. You sneer.

"Of course I'm grateful, but tripping and falling with coffee in my hand isn't really dangerous, in my books." You cross your arms, staring up at him and his pure white eyes. "Now, if you don't have a good explanation for this, I swear on my life I will—"

You don't really have a threat on what you can do to an actual superhero—so you're kind of glad (hidden underneath all the initial shock) that he does something that steals the voice from your throat.

With one swoop—his mask is ripped off his face—a head of curly hair spills out from underneath and a face is revealed to be one you recognise so vividly.

You step back a little, eyes and mouth wide open, "... Jaime? You're the Blue Beetle...? What the hell... when did this even happen...? Why are you a freaking superhero now?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I'll answer everything later, I promise. I just..." He averts his gaze, lips pressed tightly together. "I... I wasn't stalking you, chica. I... I just didn't want anything to happen to you, so... I just happened to go around your usual routes while patrolling the city."

For a moment, you pause—and all the embarrassment hits you at once, like a freight train. You ranted to Blue Beetle about... Blue Beetle stalking you. What a life. But you don't let it show, you can't let him know your weakness right now. You're supposed to be the accusatory one here.

"So... you were stalking me, Reyes?" You lift a brow. "And you did come barging into my shop and lifted me into your arms before I could trip and lose my job."

That particular moment seems to make him flush and he turns his head to the side, "I... I just... you know..." Trailing off, it falls quiet.

A few moments of awkward silence make him speak up again. "I... wanted you to think I was... cool... and I didn't want you to lose your job... cause then that'd mean I wouldn't see you every day... and I'd really gotten used to it, you know? I swear. That was it."

You could almost laugh in his face. But you're a really good friend, so you don't. "... You know, that's such a you thing to do, Jaime. Idiot. I can't believe you let me think I had a super-powered creep following me around." A smile crawls onto your face, and it's almost so infectious it latches onto him.

His lips turn upwards, "Come on... don't embarrass me, chica. Is it wrong for a guy to want a girl to think both he and his alter-ego are cool?"

"You can't have 'em all." You shake your head, then turn around to look at the snow piled over the force field. "How are we gonna get out? I was heading over to your house, to start with."

"Ah... seriously?" He seems starstruck and almost dopey—but shakes his head quickly and reaches his hand out. The mask reconstructs over his face just as he grins, pearly white peeking out. "Come on, hermosa."

A few seconds later—you're being carried in his arms as he bursts out of the snow—hovering in the sky as you cling on for dear life. "Ho... Holyyyy shit! How do you do this?!"

Everything is so small under you, and you feel motion sick just looking at the top of snowy buildings. He laughs like he finds your fright amusing. "Don't worry, you're not going anywhere."

You pause, eyes focused on your hands for a second,d before you look up at him and his pure white eyes. "... Yeah I know. You did take care of me for a whole week... even if I didn't know it was you. I... never got to thank you for that, did I?"

His tone is light—amused, "Yeah. You were too busy ranting to me about your conspiracy theory."

Your cheeks burn and you slap his arm—knowing he probably didn't even feel it. "Shut up. I was right, wasn't I? Anyways, I'll thank you now. For the whole week.

You lean up and press a chaste kiss to his masked cheek—face feeling hot beneath your touch and you squeeze your eyes closed like you can't bear to look at him. "Thank you... thank you for being there, even if I didn't want you to."

He's stunned into silence for a few moments. Then, he speaks—shakily. "... Y... Yeah. Of course. A... Anything for you."

You smile, softly, "Good. Then how about we go back to your house and I can finally eat some of your abuela's cooking, then?"

"Sounds like a plan, hermosa." He grips you tighter in his hold. "And after that... I could fly you home...?" His voice trails off, expecting you to answer his half-question.

You laugh a little and nod, smiling. Arms wrapped around his shoulder tighter when you speak, "If that's the only thing you wanna do, Reyes."

Another moment of silence. Then, he hisses, seemingly flustered and angry, "Khaji—shut up!"

You give him a confused look, but he quickly speaks, "No—no, that's... I'm talking to my scarab..." Another confused glance. "I'll explain it all to you later, I promise."

"Whatever you say, beetle. Now hurry up."

He blasts off to your command and you bury your face in his chest as you rip through the snowy clouds.

Perhaps your co-workers were right, and Jaime really did get some that day.

[mystarsohee]

fuzzy feeling (drabble)

genre: fluff, bestfriends to lovers hehe

nonidol!myungjae x f!reader

authors note: I'm just gonna type my brains away while listening to fuzzy feeling by grentperez and thinking of myungjae that freaking cutie pie... don't expect this to be good or anything..

you and myung jaehyun have been inseparable since elementary school. it was always you and myungjae, myungjae and you. the both of you did absolutely everything together, whether it was the movies, going to the mall, studying, etc. anyone who didn't know you personally would probably think you were dating him.

did he have feelings for you? absolutely he did.

would he ever do anything about it? thats a really good question.

you've known each other for how long now? and ever since the day myungjae met you, he knew he didn't want to leave your side. although, it took him a while to realize those feelings were romantic. I mean, every time you looked at him, he'd get those fuzzy feelings in his chest. is this what love is like? did myung jaehyun fall in love with you?

on the other hand, you were quite the oblivious one. it seemed everybody around you knew about his love, except the one it was directed towards. you don't have a clue about the butterflies he gets whenever you're together.

it got to a point, he couldn't handle it anymore. the two of you were sat on his couch, silently enjoying each other's company. it was a very spontaneous and unplanned confession.

"do you uh, wanna go on a date with me?" he said, suddenly.

you looked up at him, definitely confused. you two always went out together.. what did he mean?

"seriously. a date. like, ya'know, flowers and stuff.."

"what are you saying?" you were caught off-guard.

the both of you went back in forth, as he tried to convince you that he meant a true, genuine date.

"yes, i mean a date. i'll pick you up and we can go do whatever couples do, i mean, uh, what? ...yeah." oh he was so embarrassed.

you on the other hand, you didn't even think this was possible. of course at some point during your friendship, you fantasized about what it would be like if you were together for real. in fear you suppressed those feelings, and would take it to the grave.

"uh.. hello?" oh shit. he's still here. snap out of it.

"yes."

"i'll go on a date with you, myung jaehyun."

authors note ✍️:

HELLO HELLOOOO !!!! i dunno what caused me to suddenly write something... but.. whatever it was.. thank u🙏

i will probably make a part 2 to this, but i just wanted to get back into the feeling of writing fics again, because i miss ygs :c

no requests yet,,, i'm slowly easing into writing again! so like. if this drabble SUCKS. just.. ignore this ever happened!

also if anyone cares im seeing grentperez in april uhh yeah yippee woohoo!