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[lostinlovingrevery]

hiii!!! would u consider writing a reader who is extremely ticklish and gets very giggly during sex with logan?

(no issues if u choose not to) ✨️💜

Ticklish

Trilogy! Logan X F! Reader

You just can't help it

A/N: The gif is logan about to tickle you

Warnings: SMUT mdni! Established relationship, unprotected PiV sex, giggly sex, fluff, tickling, random DC reference, fingering,

"You're killing me bub."

Logan tipped his head up at the sound of your mirth, and the feeling of your wiggles underneath him.

"I'm sorry!" You laughed. "I can't help it!"

"I don't recall you being this giggly the last time."

"Well it was more serious last time!"

He raised a brow, "It's serious, this time too."

You laughed, "I'm sorry! I'm taking it serious, I promise!" Your hands reached up into his hair, curling into his locks and pulling him down to kiss you again. He was reluctant, but could never resist your lips.

He melted back into you, his body weight sinking over you- as much as it could without fully crushing you. Your fingers dug into his scalp, arching into him as your kissed turned into something more intense.

Then you smiled, and the giggles started again. Logan parted from you with a exasperated sigh.

"I'm sorry I was just thinking about how it felt earlier-" You laughed.

It wasn't that he wasn't annoyed with your giggles- in fact it was the opposite of that, he derived a lot of joy seeing you happy, especially under him.

He feigned annoyance as long as he could, but when he finally looked down at your fluttery self. He broke, letting out a small laugh, leaning down to peck your lips.

"Maybe you just need to get it out of your system." He says in a low voice- suggestive, almost threatening. Your smile dropped.

"Wait- We- Logan-" You stare at him in fear- your voice wavering, realizing you were completely pinned down by this man who weighed nearly 400 pounds - and he was giving you the most devilish grin that would put the Joker to shame. "No- No...No!"

Your shrieked as his hands went under your (his) shirt that you wore to bed. His fingers brushing over your belly, tickling you. The sensation almost become too much almost immediately. You squealed, your hands trying to stop his attack on you, as you kicked your legs and squirmed.

He was at an advantage, settled between your legs, he was able to grab a hold of your hands, pinning them to the mattress above your head with one hand holding your wrists together, while he lifts your shirt, and began blowing raspberries into your belly.

"Logan!" You shrieked, tears now streaming down your face. "Stop!" You squealed through your laugh, losing your breath. You managed to wiggle enough that you could turn to your side, allowing little relief from his attack.

His hands returned to tickling at your hips while he reached forward, pressing kisses into your neck, some firm, some soft, brushing over your skin and tickling your skin further. His fingers sneakily flit underneath your panties, making contact with your clit- and you gasped from the sudden difference in stimulation.

"Sneaky-" You accused, one of your hands curling into his hair. He grinned, rubbing circles into your bud, leaning down to capture your lips in a possessive kiss. You moaned into his mouth, arching into him as his fingers worked you over. Your tears still stained your face- and once again you began giggling.

"Damn sweetheart." He couldn't help but chuckle. "You just can't stop can you?"

"I-" You laughed, then moaned when he lowered his hand down your cunt, and slowly entered a finger inside you. "You just...Oh- bring it out of me." You bit your lip, tipping your hand back, the feeling of his finger slowly curling in and out of you. His thumb pressed into your clit, pressing firm circles as he worked you over. Shivers ran down your back- as your fingers buried into his scalp.

He hummed, adding another finger into your hole, sucking him in as he pumped his fingers in and out of your, stroking the gummy spot inside of you that made you see you stars. He planted his lips over yours firmly, thrusting out of you at a steady pace until your eyes rolled back.

"Logan!" You cried out, as your body froze underneath him. He slows his fingers in and out, in and out. Your arousal creamed his hands. He grinned- watching your giggly and squirmy figure become relaxed and quiet as your breathing eased.

He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean with a moan.

"Lovely as always baby." He smacked his lips. You let out a weak laugh, shaking your head before letting it fall weakly to the side. "Not so giggly now are you?" He asks, a cocky smirk on his face. He sits up, adjusting you onto your back.

Pushing your legs on his shoulder, he sat up on his knees and pushed down his briefs- his swollen and needy cock bouncing against his stomach, while he angles into you and pushes himself inside.

You gasped, tipping your head back. He leaned forward, your legs pushed to your chest. He pressed his forehead to yours, and began slowly thrusting in and out of you.

"Damn-" He hissed, shutting his eyes. "Feels so good as always."

You hands went to his hips as he thrusts in and out, and you grinned. You waited until he was melting inside you- before you started tickling his hips. He jumped, a small grunt escaping him.

"Hey!" He stopped opening his eyes. You started giggling.

"Guess i'm not the only one that's ticklish-" You tipped your chin up at him proudly.

He scoffed, "I'm not. You just took me by surprise."

"That so?"

You tickled him again, laughing at his reaction. He quickly grabs your hands- pinning them to either side of your head as he began plowing into you- Your laughter turning into moans. His lips planted firmly onto yours, licking into your mouth messily.

You couldn't help it, you started giggling again. Logan groaned- before laughing himself as he continued thrusting into you.

"God, I love you, you know that?" He chuckled, his arms wrapping protectively around you as he buried himself inside you. "Even if you do try to tickle me."

You tittered, pecking him on the nose, "I love you too."

[johnwickb1tsch]

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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 43 all chapters

WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

43.  surprise

A week later John interrupts you in your studio, looking unfairly edible in old jeans and a white henley, wiping his hands with a greasy rag. By his little smile, you can tell he was watching you for a while, before purposely alerting you of his presence. 

You don’t mind the interruption. You were just playing around, not feeling particularly inspired, just doodling. It’s funny, how contentment can kill your driving need to make your mark on a canvas, as though you’ve made some devil’s bargain with your muse.  

“I have a surprise for you.” 

“Baaaabe…” It still makes you a little uncomfortable. All the gifts. He presented you with a new phone the other day, programmed with your old number no less, and you are still feeling guilty for some reason, even though he destroyed your last one. Aside from the photos, and the occasional texts with your friends who are usually too busy for you anyway…you hadn’t really missed the device. 

You asked if he would like for you to go back to work, feeling like a freeloader–and he laughed at you before kissing you silly, and walking out of the room. 

You’d called your mother to check in, and found out she didn’t even realize you were gone longer than you were supposed to be in Italy. Your youngest half-sibling was crying for something on the other end of the line, and she had to let you go after barely saying hello. 

You’re not really sure why you even try, anymore, but it left you feeling slightly less sad than usual after talking with her. At least, you’re not alone anymore. You have someone in your life who thinks you irreplaceable. You feel how precious that is, more than ever. 

“I think you’re really going to like this one. I’m going to like it too. Come on.” 

You sidle up to him, not moving half as quickly as he’d like. You can tell by the way he narrows his eyes down at you, those plush lips pulled in a half-smile. Truth be told…the way this simple white shirt fits across his chest does unmentionable things to you, and you’re not sure you’re in a hurry to go anywhere. 

“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re not getting your surprise today,” he playfully threatens. 

“I have everything I need right here,” you assure him, running hands over his pecs, completely distracted. He catches your mouth with a groan, strong hands digging into your waist hard enough to bruise. 

“I’m going to sling you over my shoulder in five seconds if you don’t come downstairs with me.” 

“No!” you giggle, nipping him on the lip and running out the door. He chases you, and you laugh as you sprint down the hall, adrenaline and too much joy to stand singing through your veins. You feel like your heart literally might burst. 

He doesn’t catch you until you are down the stairs and halfway across the living room, grabbing you up in his strong arms, bending you over backwards with the fury of his kiss. He grins like a wolf between nipping at your tender flesh, and suddenly you find yourself on the floor, sinking into the plush new area rug with his solid weight on top of you.

“Hey, what about my surprise?” you goad him, laughing as he seems to attempt to bite through your bra strap under your shirt.

“I have a different surprise for you now, kitten,” he growls, unbuttoning your jeans. Your mirth quickly turns to moans, as his long fingers find your wet center, swiping up your juices and circling your clit.

As surprises go–this wasn’t bad at all.

***

You make it to the garage–eventually.

He blindfolded you with a clean dish towel, because it was on hand after the two of you staggered drunkenly like lovesick idiots to the kitchen for a drink of water, after christening John’s new rug. Soft. Good cushion. 10/10. Imagining giving this review to Charlie’s tough-looking clean up crew makes you almost choke on an ice cube.

“John!” you complain when you bang your toe on something. A tool box? Your legs still feel like spaghetti. 

“Sorry,” he chortles, not sorry at all, but trying to lead you with more care with arms on your shoulders. You take little steps, trying to track where you are in the garage, but your brain isn’t really functioning yet. 

“Hold out your hands.” 

You do so, extending them in front of you, groping through the air. Your fingertips brush something rubbery. And…some metal tubing. Your other hand finds the cool curve of…a gas tank. “Are you taking me for a ride?” you ask excitedly, caressing the contours of the leather seat.

“I thought I just did?” 

“Pfft,” you tease. “On wheels. I missed the motorcycle.”  

“That’s good news. Because you’ve got your own now.”

What? 

Now you can’t stop yourself from tearing off the blindfold, finding a sleek beetle-black machine before you. It’s smaller, definitely not John’s bike–but it’s cool. 

“It’s a Kawasaki. Just 400cc’s,” he tells you, patting the seat. “Perfect starter bike. When you get the hang of it we’ll get you something with more kick.” 

The significance of this particular offering does not escape you. That he would offer you the means of transporting yourself independently speaks of this newborn trust between you–and it means the world to you. He only staggers a little when you suddenly throw your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his. “I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. When do we start?”

“You’ll have to get your learner’s permit. But I’ll take you to the empty parking lot in town right now, if you want to start learning how to shift.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Yeah?” His polished ebony eyes are absolutely shining, and you don’t know how it’s possible, that every time you think you couldn’t be happier, this man raises the bar again. 

How far the two of you have come.  

“One question.”

“Hmm?”

“Where does the samurai sword go?”

[just-a-fluffy-knight]

lee loki headcannons because I don’t wanna revise for my gcses and he’s invading my brain again <3

(yes ik I’ve made Loki tickle headcannons before you can read em here if u want BUT I JUST WANTED TO MAKE A NEW ONE W JUST LEE 💔💔💔)

NSFW/25+ DNI.

the biggest cackler ever :’)

AND A SQUEAKER though he will deny it until the day he dies

A literal walking tickle spot like if one spot doesn’t exactly get him giggling he’s certainly go red as hell

like he is a MASSIVE blusher, right from the ears down to his neck <3

THOUGH his worst spot is his tummy I shall take no arguments 🗣️

with honourable mentions for ribs, neck, ears, n probably his feet

cannot STAND soft and sweet teasing to save his life, like how dare someone speak to the almighty God of Mischief in such a degrading manner (even if he secretly loves it)??

“Kitchy kitchy coo! Awww, listen to those little giggles! How sweet-“ “IHI WILL KIHIHILL YOU AHAND YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY-!!“

Tries so hard to sound threatening to whoever is getting him but it just never works

Also does the same ‘ehehehe’ laugh as Tom Hiddleston, and he is absolutely mortified about it because he only ever keeps his laugh down to that deep chuckle he does

Used to get absolutely destroyed by Thor when they were younger, and if he provokes him enough he still will now 😭

OH SPEAKING OF provocation and mischief are his go-to methods to getting tickled

Because you will never EVER hear this man utter the dreaded sentence of ‘can I have some tickles’, like he would rather DIE

Just goes all quiet and sulky like the above gif when the lee mood kicks in, except a wee bit more red in the face <33

OH and another idea I had once if worst comes to worst he’ll go off into his room and cast illusions of his favourite people (e.g. Thor or his mother) teasing him, wiggling their fingers at him etc

AND HE JUST SITS THERE ALL CURLED UP AND UGH im sorry I love soft!loki too much 🙁

Or he’ll cast a little spell to tickle himself because he’s too much of a pussy to ask someone else PFHFHTHF

Oh yeah I’d also like to talk about this scene

LIKE???? I’m sorry this will never not be tickle coded to me (THE LITTLE DISCS ARE TICKLE MACHINES I SWEAR I scream as they drag me back to the asylum /silly)

Thors cheeky ass smile and the way Loki’s own asshole smile drops like YESYESYES GET HIS ASS GRHRHAAAGH

Loves to act all high and mighty like “Me? Ticklish? *scoff* Of course not, gods like us don’t succumb to such childish games.”

And next thing you know you’ve soon got him giggling like a little kid UGH

OH and last but not least raspberries absolutely kill him <3 like anyone nearby would be convinced a murder was going down he’s screaming that much 😭

(Okay this is all I could come up with I’m sorry that all I can get out for you guys is the same guy I usually yap about but uh I hope you all enjoy the meal anyways 💕)

[sameschmidtdiffname]

feeling a bit weird asking this request since i haven't actually seen anyone write such a thing, but i'd like to ask for something about the parent figure!mike (NOT SMUT OFC), maybe something he's the reader's father or brother or something, if it's not something you could write just ignore !!! (i'm also not a native speaker so i apologize if it sounds impolite i always have this problem :/)

Girl have you read my fics?? Do NAWT come on here talking about feeling weird for a request when I have written shit that's sending me to super hell with Jensen Ackles or whoever played the angel guy from Supernatural. (I hope that joke made sense, I'm not in that fandom </3)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! Fresh off the press for you pookie <3 (BTW, your English js great and you weren't demanding at all!! Seriously, don't feel bad 😊)

Same Shit, Different Schmidt

Dad! Mike & Gender Neutral! Reader

(This gif always sends me, I'm sorry)

Summery: You are a stubborn ass and Mike is not here to put up with that shit. Where'd you get this attitude, anyways? Is it so hard to just listen?

Tags: No use of Y/N, Reader is Mike's child, this is lowkey a sequel to 'What's One More?' but that is absolutely not required to read this, sickness, reader almost passes out, slight angst, Mike takes care of reader, Mike has a come to Jesus moment, mentions of arguing, injury, underage drinking, Abby and Mike go at it at one point, just a cute lil drabble :)

Notes: it feels illegal to post something so short. Is this allowed?? Anyways, this was so cute to write! Definitely a new approach. I hope you guys like this! Thanks for the request anon, I always love getting them 💗

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"I'm fine," you groaned emphatically, trying to to rise from the bed, musty from your body's sweat during the night.

"You are not fine, do not bullshit me," Mike scolded. His hands pressed you back onto the bed, his scowl growing as he feels your temperature through your moist shirt. "When did this start?"

"I told mom my throat hurt last night and she gave me some ibuprofen. It's seriously just a cold," you said, trying one more time to rise from the bed.

"You always get a sore throat before you get sick, have since you were a kid. When did the fever start?" His hand feels freezing against your clammy forehead, making you shy away to avoid the chills that threaten you.

"Not hot."

"You want me to call your mom so you can gaslight her, too?" His tone is firm and threatening. "Is there something you're trying to get away with here or...?"

"I have tech tonight for my show, I can't miss," you finally admit. You open your mouth to continue, but Mike quickly cuts you off.

"No. Out of the question," he said.

"Dad, I'll get in trouble-"

"You will get everyone else sick and then what? I said no," he said firmly. But when he sees the way you sink into the bed, eyes sad and finally accepting the situation, he thinks of your mother acting in a similar manner or Abby when she was your age with the same attitude. It makes him relent, pressing his lips tight together. "What do you need me to do?" He asked, voice softer as he strokes your cheek. Your eyes brighten for a moment, a smile breaking out. "You're not going, I'm just asking what I could do to help."

You sink into the bed once more, crossing your arms.

"My director is gonna hate me," you mumble.

"I will deal with her, or she will deal with me. I promise you one's better than the other," he said. At that you crack a smile, finally looking at him.

"Mom's not gonna be pleased either," you said.

"Mom's not gonna let you go either," he said. "I'm getting the thermometer and then I'm moving you to the living room so I can watch you better. You get control of the TV as your consolation prize."

You twirl your finger in the air, rolling your eyes as emit a mocking 'yay,' glaring at him as he shoots the same glare down at you, walking out of the room and slipping his phone out of his pocket to call your mother.

"How upset are they?" She asked on the other side of the phone. He could hear the office chatter going on around her as he searched through the cabinets for the supplements they kept in stock.

"They're not thrilled. Not planning my death yet, but it's coming," Mike huffed. "Is it elderberry that helps with sore throats?"

"Elderberry makes it worse after you get sick, helps before. Don't give them that," she said. There's a slight pause before she adds "You realize this attitude is inherited?"

"Oh," he groaned, sucking on his teeth. "I wasn't gonna throw you under the bus like that."

"I helped raise Abby, do not pin this on me," she laughed.

"I don't deny sickness," Mike said.

"I can name five seperate instances where you did," she countered. Mike froze for a moment, trying to remember. "Just go easy on them. Remember you're dealing with your kid."

"And yours," he countered.

"Supposedly," she teased.

"I'm pretty sure that was you I knocked up."

"But are you sure?"

"Well, there was that one time with your mom."

She laughed. "Have them text me when they can. I'll deal with director, she knows me better."

"Thanks. She terrifies me. Kinda get why they don't wanna miss," Mike admitted. With a quick laugh and a quicker goodbye, Mike clicks off the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He gathered the vitamins in a small cup, grabbed the other needed items and made his way back to the room that used to house his little sister.

"Okay, Mom's dealing with director and is willing to grab dinner of your choice if you'll-" Mike trails off at the sight of your empty bed, worry prickling through and tainting the annoyance rising in his chest. He calls your name, turning to look for you before his ears tune in on the shower running in the bathroom. He sighs, placing the items on your bedside table and making his way to the living room. All is well until about ten minutes after the water shuts off, when he heard a small but sure 'thud' ring from the room.

"Honey?" He called. Nothing.

He rises from his chair, his mind trying to remind himself to stay calm and not jump to its automatic thoughts of harm and anxiety as he walked quickly to the door.

"If you don't answer I'm coming in," he warned. The quiet groan on the otherside is all he needed to quickly open the unlocked door, trying not to panic as he catches sight of you curled up on the floor with your head between your knees.

"I'm fine," you said quietly. "Got dizzy." Your clothes are thrown on haphazardly and it's clear how disoriented you are. Your hair doesn't even look properly washed.

Mike's arms are comforting, familiar and protective as he carefully lifts you up, taking you to the couch as though you weigh nothing to him. When his mind is racing like this, you may as well not.

"What were you thinking?" He asked in a panicked voice. "I told you you weren't going."

"My director hates me and tech is like, our biggest practice. I can't miss," you insisted, barely able to stand the light shining through the open windows. The couch is cool against your skin, the old leather offering relief. Mike had brought it home a few years back, a surprise he'd found at a thrift store with your help. Still pricey but a Christmas gift for everyone in the house. Your mother shook her head as she finally agreed maybe the couch that was as old as her needed to be replaced.

"Your mom is dealing with her and she's gonna deal with you next if you don't listen to either of us," Mike said. He ran back to your room, collecting the items and returning to your side before you could even respond. "Can you just let us take care of you?"

Oh. Oh. Fine, okay. There it is. He hears it now, that point your mother had just been making.

As the thermometer takes longer than he'd like to beep, he sighs at the sight of you looking like death on the couch. "You get this attitude from me," he finally sighed. You raise your brow quizzically, waiting for him to continue. A soft noise emits from the device. Mike takes it from your mouth and scowls at the number that flashes back at him. He hands you a now room temperature cup of throat coat tea with three ibuprofen to help with the fever before he takes your hand.

"Did I tell you about the time your mother had to drag me to the emergency room for stitches on my forehead?" He asked, smiling. You snort, taking another sip of your drink. "It happened when you were little. I don't even think you were two. Abby was going out with this idiot and figured out how to take out the screen in her window so she could sneak out without any of us knowing. This girl was bad news, I mean-"

"Aunt Abby?" You asked.

"What? No. No, the girl she was going out with, Lisa Browning. Had her come home with a belly button piercing once, I wasn't happy about that. Anyways, Abby decided that she was going to this party one night and I'd found her bed empty halfway through the night while I was going to check on you. Well, I decided I was gonna wait for her in her room with the lights off until she got home. So I sat in front of her window and eventually got tired, so I shut my eyes. Figured it couldn't hurt. Took a couple hours, but eventually your mother woke up and my side of the bed was empty and she heard this loud as fuck noise from your aunts room. This is like four in the morning, mind you," he said. "So she jumped out of bed and heard your aunt yelling, saw some guy in dark clothes on the floor, open window and the lights are off, and she's still wiping sleep out of her eyes."

"Oh no," you groaned.

"Oh yes. Grabbed some metal Eiffel Tower thing on Abby's desk and just swung at my head. Hurt like a bitch," he laughed, you joining in as much as you could without hurting your throat. "It was a good hit. I think she realized it was me when I grabbed her ankle and hollered her name cause she stopped right after that. Wasn't too bad, but I wouldn't stop bleeding."

"So did Abby get in trouble?" You asked.

"Are you kidding? I was even more pissed, I chased her down the hallway after her girlfriend climbed in and fell on top of me. I was ready to kill her. Your mother had to drag me and her into the car, go back and grab you and deal with us screaming at each other all the way to the hospital. Not that I wanted to go, I was fine with just pressing a dishcloth to the thing and carrying on with my plan to rip my sister a new one. She had to threaten us both to actually get me inside, and I only conceded because I was too dizzy to object by that point. I think the nurses assumed she was insane. I mean, kid on her hip, dressed in pajamas with some drunk teenager bickering with a guy bleeding from his head at the crack of dawn. I'm surprised no one called the cops. They did have to almost seperate Abby and I, though. Which just upset me more."

"How did they get you to calm down?" You asked.

"Your mother handed you to me while she walked Abby to a bathroom so she could take a go at her. And you were all upset anyways because I wasn't paying attention to you and you didn't understand why the nurses were fuckin' with me or why I was upset. Once I had you in my arms I refocused, calmed down a good bit. Someone brought me a book to read you and we got to focus on that while they prepped me for stitches," he said the last part softly. "I was so glad when Abby got out of her teen rebellion phase."

"She ruined mine," you joked.

"Yeah. She used pretty much every trick in the book, so we were ready for you. Sorry," he said.

"It's fine, I don't like parties."

"I don't either."

Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it, typing a quick response before refocusing on you. "Your mother wants to know what you're thinking for dinner," he said.

"Chinese?" You asked.

"That comes from your mom's side," he smiled. "She'll be pleased."

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Short but sweet. This was a fun one :)

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unicornqueen2022 is my old account

You did fantastic on the last fanfic. I like how Garrett was a werewolf.

Can u do a fanfic where Garrett x female shape-shifter but she turns into a black panther instead of a wolf. She is Paul's cousin but they do not get along at all and but Garrett does not find until the battle with Victoria and her army of newborns. Instead of the newborn hurting jacob, she ends destroying the newborn by tearing the head off. He then ask her on a date. She yes but Paul tries to start a fight with the reader but she kicks his butt.

Oooh new page? Starting fresh I see, we’ll still it’s wonderful to have you back and around :) ahh and the wears full part was actually a mistake. I went back and edited to vampire though I’m glad you liked the slip up I couldn’t live with it lol

↳ don’t mess with the guardian ↲

✭ pairing : garrett x reader

✭ fandom : twilight x reader

✭ summary : she was the guardian of the jungle, the mightiest predator of them all. Having come to forks due to an urgent call from her younger cousin Paul she’s now here to help them with their little leech problem, too bad one of these leeches seems to be her mate. Not that she really minds it though. But when someone threatens her new found lover she’s ready to kick some ass and show them who’s boss, even if it’s her family who’s doing the threatening too. After all, never get in the way of one’s mate.

✭ authors note : there aren’t many gifs for Garrett which really sucks

✭ twilight masterlist

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape, (y/n) navigated her way through the dense forest that surrounded the town of Forks. Her form shifted effortlessly, transforming from a graceful black panther with glowing purple eyes into her human self. The journey to Forks had been spurred by a call for help from her cousin Paul—someone she didn't always see eye to eye with, but blood was blood, after all.

As she arrived at the outskirts of the town, her heightened senses picked up on the presence of a pack of wolves. Their collective energy was familiar to her, and she couldn't help but grin. Shapeshifters like herself, they were part of her world, and one of them was a close friend—Sam Uley.

Stepping out of the shadows, (y/n) allowed her form to shift back into that of a human. She moved with purpose, her violet eyes scanning the group of shapeshifters as they gathered around. Sam's gaze met hers, and a warm smile spread across his face.

"(y/n), you made it," he called out, approaching her with open arms.

"Of course I did," she replied with a grin, accepting his embrace.

Paul, who stood nearby, rolled his eyes. "Great, the circus has arrived."

(y/n) chuckled, not letting Paul's comment get to her. "Cousin dearest, aren't you just thrilled to see me?"

Before Paul could respond, Sam interjected. "We could really use your help, (y/n). There's a threat in town, and we've been called in for fighting lessons against it."

Her curiosity piqued, (y/n) raised an eyebrow. "Fighting lessons against what?"

Sam's expression darkened. "Newborn vampires."

The words hung heavily in the air, and (y/n) felt a shiver run down her spine. She had encountered her fair share of dangers, but the thought of facing an army of newborn vampires was unsettling. Victoria's name sent a chill through her, reminding her of the brief encounter they had had a few weeks prior.

"So, Paul didn't think it was important enough to mention Victoria and her plans?" she mused, a hint of irritation in her voice.

Paul shrugged nonchalantly. "I figured Sam would tell you when you got here."

(y/n) sighed, a mixture of frustration and determination welling up within her. "Well, now that I know, count me in. I'll help you guys deal with this."

Sam's smile returned, a mixture of gratitude and relief. "We're glad to have you on board."

As the group of shapeshifters began to move in the direction of the Cullens' house for their training session, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a surge of camaraderie. Despite the differences that had existed between her and Paul, the impending threat had a way of uniting them against a common enemy.

As they walked, her mind raced with thoughts of the battles that lay ahead. Her abilities as a black panther shapeshifter were unique, and she knew that her role in the upcoming conflict would be significant. With determination burning in her eyes, she prepared herself to face the challenges that awaited her—the eerie threat of newborn vampires, and the promise of unity that came from fighting alongside her fellow shapeshifters.

And as the night descended upon Forks, (y/n) took a deep breath, ready to face whatever darkness Victoria's army might bring.

As the shapeshifters gathered at the Cullens' house, (y/n) couldn't help but notice a tall figure leaning casually against a nearby tree. Her eyes honed in on him, and recognition stirred within her—Garrett, a skilled fighter with his own history of battling newborn vampires. A knowing smile played on his lips as he met her gaze, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still.

The Cullens explained that Garrett had been invited due to his experience, which aligned perfectly with their current predicament. As the training session commenced, (y/n) found herself observing from a unique vantage point—perched atop a tree in her panther form. She watched the interactions between the shapeshifters and vampires, the strategy discussions, and the demonstrations of combat techniques.

Yet her focus kept returning to Garrett. Their eyes met across the distance, and in that instant, something extraordinary happened. A rush of images, emotions, and sensations flooded (y/n)'s mind—a vivid flash of a life together, as if the fabric of time had been momentarily torn. She saw herself and Garrett side by side, fighting against threats, sharing laughter, and embracing moments of profound love.

In that flash, she witnessed their relationship blossoming—their adventures, their bond deepening, and even the moment they exchanged vows, promising to stand by each other's side for eternity. The vision continued, showing them with a child, a hybrid of their two worlds, a testament to their unique connection.

Garrett's presence was both familiar and intense, an anchor that grounded her amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Her heart raced as she experienced the love they shared, the highs and lows of their journey together. It was a glimpse into a future that felt simultaneously distant and remarkably close.

As the vision faded, (y/n) blinked in astonishment. The connection she felt with Garrett was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She knew, without a doubt, that he was her mate—the missing piece that she had unconsciously yearned for.

She wasn't alone in feeling the powerful pull. Garrett's expression mirrored her astonishment, though his experience was different. While (y/n) had glimpsed a tapestry of their shared future, Garrett's response was more immediate—a deep-seated instinct, a primal recognition of their connection. He felt an overwhelming urge to be near her, to protect her from any threat that might arise.

The training session continued around them, but (y/n) and Garrett remained locked in each other's gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. They had been brought together by circumstances beyond their control, bound by destiny and a love that transcended time.

As the day unfolded and the shapeshifters and vampires honed their combat skills, (y/n) found solace in the knowledge that she wasn't alone in her fight. Garrett's presence by her side, whether through visions or instincts, was a reminder that they were meant to face whatever challenges came their way together—a united force against the looming threat of Victoria's army.

And as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the training grounds, (y/n) leapt gracefully from the tree, her panther form melding back into her human self. Her eyes met Garrett's once again, and in that shared moment, they both knew that their lives had forever changed. The past and the future converged in a dance of fate, intertwining their destinies in ways they could only begin to comprehend.

The air was charged with tension as the forces of the Cullens, the shapeshifters, and Garrett aligned themselves against the approaching army of newborn vampires. The night was alive with the sound of heartbeats, growls, and the rustle of leaves as they prepared for battle. Victoria's army, a dangerous and formidable threat, loomed on the horizon.

The battle erupted with a fury as the two sides clashed. Vampires and shapeshifters moved with incredible speed and precision, battling their common enemy. (y/n) joined the fray, her panther form a blur of sleek muscle and fierce determination. With each swipe of her powerful claws, she took down a newborn vampire, her eyes gleaming with a primal intensity.

Garrett was a force to be reckoned with as well, his movements fluid and calculated. His experience in battling newborns shone through, his blows precise and deadly. The Cullens fought with a unity born of centuries together, while the shapeshifters moved as a pack, their wolf forms a fierce and coordinated unit under Sam's leadership.

In the midst of the chaos, (y/n) spotted Jacob in his massive wolf form, locked in combat with a particularly aggressive newborn. Without hesitation, she lunged at the vampire, her powerful jaws closing around their neck and tearing it away in a spray of blood. The severed head dropped to the ground, and the vampire's body crumpled to the earth.

The battle raged on, the forces of good and evil clashing in a symphony of violence. But slowly, the tide began to turn. The newborns, strong though they were, were no match for the combined might of the Cullens, the shapeshifters, Garrett, and (y/n).

As the last of the newborns fell, the battlefield fell silent. Blood-stained and battle-worn, the victorious fighters surveyed the aftermath of their conflict. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the scene.

Once the danger had passed, (y/n) allowed her panther form to recede, her body shifting back into that of a human. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the exertion of the battle. Garrett approached her, a mix of relief and admiration in his eyes.

"(y/n)," he began, his voice sincere, "you were incredible out there."

She offered him a weary smile. "We all were. We faced this threat together."

Garrett's gaze held hers, his expression becoming more intense. "Would you do me the honor of joining me for a date? I think we've earned a moment of respite."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, the memory of their shared visions and their bond filling her thoughts. "I would like that," she replied, her smile growing warmer.

Their moment was interrupted by a familiar voice. "You can't date him, (y/n)."

(y/n) turned to see her cousin Paul approaching, his expression clearly displeased. "Paul, what are you doing here?" she asked, her tone tinged with annoyance.

Paul's gaze flickered to Garrett. "He's a vampire, (y/n). You can't trust him."

(y/n) shook her head, her frustration evident. "Paul, you don't get to decide who I can and can't date. This is my choice."

The tension in the air was palpable as Paul's words hung between them. "(y/n), what, you're a leech lover now?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

(y/n)'s eyes flashed with a mixture of anger and frustration. Without warning, Paul lunged at her, and she swiftly sidestepped his attack. In one fluid motion, she spun around, delivering a precise kick to his side that sent him stumbling backward. The shock on Paul's face was evident as he struggled to regain his footing.

"Paul, stop!" she snapped, her voice firm. "I won't let you control my life or my choices."

Paul's expression shifted from surprise to fury, and he charged at her again. This time, (y/n) was ready. She expertly blocked his blows, her movements calculated and precise. She deflected his attacks with ease, her frustration fueling her determination.

As Paul's assault grew more frantic, (y/n) found an opening. With a swift kick to his chest, she sent him sprawling to the ground. He lay there, panting and defeated, while (y/n) stood over him, her gaze unwavering.

"You don't get to decide who I can and cannot date," she declared, her voice unwavering. "My choices are my own, and I won't let anyone, not even family, dictate them."

Paul glared up at her, his pride wounded. "You think you're so high and mighty now?"

"No, Paul," (y/n) responded, her tone softer now. "But I do believe in making my own decisions. I'm not a child anymore."

With that, (y/n) turned away from her cousin, her steps purposeful as she walked toward Garrett. He was standing a short distance away, watching the scene unfold. She met his gaze with a determined look, her resolve unshaken.

"Garrett," she said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, "I'll be looking forward to that date."

Garrett returned her smile, a mixture of admiration and affection in his eyes. "As will I," he replied.

With one last glance at Paul, (y/n) walked away, leaving behind the tension and the turmoil of their encounter. Her heart was lightened by the knowledge that she was in control of her own destiny, that the choices she made were hers to embrace.

As she and Garrett walked side by side, the promise of their date hanging in the air, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. Their bond had been tested by battle and family drama, but their connection remained strong. With each step forward, they were ready to face the challenges of the future together, united against whatever obstacles might arise.

[delugyu]

h-hi.. i say, shaken and disheveled after all the love language era content 😭😭 for my mental health i cannot even begin to talk about the mv alone without my words becoming incomprehensible or just straight up BARKING. ok fine only two words. KAI’S ABS…… [flatline noise.]

ooohh congrats about the interview and the pierce the veil concert!! and good luck with your interview, what an amazing opportunity 🫶🏾 the discord thing is so tru tho.. i added people (not from tumblr) a few years ago for ‘casual friendship..’ again, i have a 12th house stellium so we kno how that goes 💀 those people are some of my closest friends to date, our friendship goes far beyond just ‘internet friends’

wait… taehyun as jennifer in a jennifer’s body au?! ITS A NEED NOT A WANT!!! brief / random lore dump: why was the ✨kiss scene✨ in that movie like my first gay awakening LMFAOOO surely most people relate to that.. right? 🤔 reimagining that with taehyun tho.. *duck shaking head with cigarette gif* yea… #needthat

OFC U GET MEEEE!! silly beomgyu thinking that taehyun would EVER let him get a taste of mc again (at the very least not until he broke the both of them. saying sorry isn’t enough, he’s a brat tamer dealing with *two* brats after all 💔) mc knows better than to try to override taehyun’s decision, she might as well just smile and wave gyu goodbye 😭

girl i’ve been wanting to play the sims too !! also a new game called inzoi came out. purely out of jealousy i haven’t watched people play it much 😭 my poor macbook starts sweating and the fan starts blowing loud asl if i even hover over the sims icon so i wouldn’t dare buy / install it LMFAOO

— ♐️ stellium anon

ps: i fear u were right about the writers curse 😟 JKJK take ur time, we will wait until it’s to your standards !! it’ll be worth the wait <3

HEYYYYY 😚😚😚 literally this era has me folding over crying out in agony that i’ll never get to wife all of txt up… is this not cruel and unusual like omg. i need them badly.

hehe tyyyy i just had my interview last friday and it went super super well so i was cheesing so hard the rest of the day!!! it starts in the fall semester so i’ll update in a few months on how that goes 😋 LOLLL those lifelong bonds a 12th house stellium makes are soooo karmic and spiritual like u guys are locked in forever!! i honestly might give in and get discord soon LMAO but idkkkk we’ll see! i like the ppl on this side of tumblr so i’m slowly getting convinced

YESSS i love jennifer’s body so much, ive read a few aus and i just love the concept so much. i almost wrote one for the last fandom i was in but that was years ago lmao. decided against it at the time but now that my writing’s matured and i’m more confident with delivering that kind of concept, i think it’ll be super fun. the jennifer’s body gay awakening is SOOOO REAL needy and jennifer are so insanely hot together 😵‍💫 and as i’ve said before i am such a huge sucker for best friend tropes especially when it gets toxic and clingy and obsessive 😇 so like is that not perfect?!? and taehyun as jennifer makes my head spin…. god complex taehyun with demonic powers I NEED YOUUUU

brat tamer taehyun dealing with gyu and mc… that’s so beautiful… no but i literally love this idea so much i lowkey wanna write it but it wouldn’t fit with the storyline i’m going for 😫 maybe as an extra once i’m done with the series because this thought is actually so delicious

omg i’ve never heard of inzoi before i’m looking it up rn. the graphics look like a cross between sims and gta lol cute. also twin for avoiding watching other ppl enjoy something out of jealousy cause i do that too 🤞 im crying so bad at ur macbook screaming for help the second u even think abt opening the sims 😭😭😭 i can literally only download and play it for like a month at a time cause any longer than that my laptop starts freaking out and threatening to explode. my last sims family had a serial arsonist (extremely bad chef) and i broke out in a sweat every time she walked into the kitchen. the amount of times i had to motherlode to replace the appliances. i almost had the other girls beat her i was so annoyed 😭

SHUT UPPPPAKJAJKSHSH the writers curse is so real 😭😭😭 thank u tho bae teehee i’m glad everyone’s super patient cause i was lowkey preparing myself to get hate for that LMAO idk why bc i’ve literally never had a negative experience on here. i mean it’s only been 4 months but still. that was actually one of the reasons i hesitated making this account for so long, i was worried abt getting hated and doxxed and shit 😭 well also the moral implications of writing smut about real people but. i’m well beyond redemption for that now lmao. but honestly i’ve had a super pleasant experience so far!

hehe ty for popping innnn 🤍🤍🤍

[immortal-in-their-way]

I guess I'm doing a really bad live blog of The Purloined Letter now.

Omg, they actually went to a party!

Uhh, is the guy alive? I think he's alive

Holmes just being completely chill to confuse Lestrade but once Watson says he's also confused the man just sobers up and explains :D

This is giving baker street nursemaids vibes in terms of plot

Of course Holmes sees the men :)

Omg WHAT? Sir, WHAT do you mean he'll remind me of that??

Holmes, cool as a cucumber, walking in to bold-faced lie the the murderous theif guy holding him at gunpoint

Okay, what did you think the guy with the noose was about to do? Hang you?

Holmes just sitting in the chair in the corner of the dude's room when he gets back, all cryptid-like.

"It doesn't take a master theif to break that lock"

Holmes just smoking into that guy's face like: yes, I AM in charge here. Good noticing :D

WTH, HOLMES!! YOU GOT HIM TO GIVE YOU THE LETTER AND A CONFESSION TOO?

Ahaha, blackmailer and henchman 1 just being like: bro, if I was gonna kill u I would have done it by now

blackmailer just being like: what do you mean you gave it to a friend? ... buddy Sherlock Holmes is not your friend

Blackmailer just being like: wth else did you give him? A CONFESSION? Oml u did.

Henchman 1 choking theif guy out

Watson: hmm, Holmes there are some sinister guys coming up to our flat.

Holmes: eh, I expected they would

Blackmailer: hey, give me the letter and the confession

Holmes: no

Blackmailer being one of the only people who actually realise that Holmes will burn worlds for Watson: Henchman 1 has your partner at gunpoint, he'll shoot him nonfatally if u don't give me what I want *fully expects not to have to threaten Watson further* *is right*

Watson: *quite chill about all of this* he's bluffing

Holmes who has a plan but mainly doesn't want to risk Watson being shot: no, he's not.

Holmes: *gives over both documents*

Holmes after blackmailer and henchman 1 leave: *secret smile he keeps just to smile conspiratorially at Watson*

Lestrade: *slipping out of the famous cupboard downstairs after those guys have left and going into 221b*

Wait, so nobody's gonna catch these guysyet? What is your plan Holmes?

Holmes and Watson why are you just smirking in the background while the guy reads out blackmail in parliament?

Wait you what? U switched the letters? He's reading out his own CONFESSION? Brilliant!

Omg, I need to make a gif.

The last scene:

Holmes: I opened the safe and borrowed the seal :)

Lestrade: You robbed his safe!

Holmes, the sassist man on the planet: alright, arrest me then :)

Lestrade in the most disappointed voice ever: I don't suppose he's gonna press charges :(

Watson, watching the exchange: *sips tea in the same way someone might get out popcorn a century later* :D

[peaky-arthur]

arthur shelby - S5E5

[httpsdana]

Can u write prompt 86 and 89 for gavi please ty xx?? 🙏🏼

Not Meant To Be~Pablo Gavi

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

If this post flops too I'm considering for real to stop writing

keep sending in your requests <3

you can request from my prompt list

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players/drivers I write for

86-"please don't say you love me."

89-"I guess we just weren't meant to be. not in this life."

She felt it. She just felt it how they weren't gonna last. How they are just not meant to be.

She had recently finished high school, and was soon starting college. he's playing for barça. The team he's been dreaming since he was a little kid to play with.

They were two different people. Neither of them ready for commitment. Even if they loved each other unconditionally, they're just not mean to be.

y/n had packed everything she had in Gavi's apartment. She was going to break up with him. She had too. As much as she loved him, she knew they wouldn't last. It was gonna happen sooner or later. So breaking uo with him now was gonna save her so much pain in the future

"mi amorr. I'm homee" Pablo sang as soon as he stepped into his apartment. She had stayed the night as his, and he told her not to leave until he's back

y/n walked out of Pablo's bedroom, with her bag in her hand. She clutched the bag tighter to her chest, walking to the living room where Pablo was sat with his training bag next to him.

"hello princess. I thought you lef-why do you have your bag?" he asked as soon as he saw her walk into the room

He saw the look on her face, it was that of pain and agony.

"Pablo..." she said, her voice barely above whisper

Pablo sensed that something was wrong, as soon as he heard her say his first name. It was never Pablo. She'd call him Gavi but not Pablo.

"y/n...what's wrong? you're scaring me" he said getting up from his seat to walk to her

As soon as he tried to pull her hand in his, she flinched away. A look of hurt flashed across his eyes, making y/n want to break down because of how much she hated this

"I...I'm moving to London in a week" she said, her voice cracking at the end

Pablo's face was mixed of emotions. He was sad, angry, disappointed, but mostly hurt

"you're moving...but we're not breaking up right?" he tried to smile, but the tears were already threatening to fall from his eyes

y/n looked at him with a knowing look

"we can't Pablo. it'll be too hard. we're just too different at this moment in our lives. you're playing for barça Pablo, you know what that means? you're gonna be a star. and me...I got a scholarship for a college in London. I can't stay in Barcelona Pablo. I have to fo and achieve my dreams. I'm sorry I this sounds too selfish but I guess we just weren't meant to be. not in this life." she said, moving closer to him. She put her hand on his cheek, while he leaned into her touch, making the tears fall harder from her face.

He looked uo at her with his innocent big eyes.

"but y/n...I love you" he whispered, not breaking eye contact

she shook her head, wiping his tears with her thumb

"please don't say you love me." she whispered back, her tears falling harder as she heard his pained voice

"but I do...I really do y/n. please don't leave me. I can't live without you" he begged, holding her hands in his

She shook her head and avoided his eyes

"yes you can Pablo. you're going to be fine without me. you're not ready for commitment Pablo. You have to focus on your career. Its only starting now. you're going to shut up all the haters and prove them wrong. you're the furtue Pablo" she looked at him, begging him to just let her go

It was so much harder for her to leave him. He should understand her

He just looked at her, tears still falling from his eyes

"maybe if you move to Tottenham or Chelsea, we'll meet again" she joked, trying to lighten up the mood

Pablo managed to crack a small before he pulled her into a tight hug. y/n breathed in his scent for one last time, before she pulled away. Pablo leaned in and attached their lips, into the last kiss they'll ever be sharing.

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

top!steve thank u so much 💘

From these m/m gif sets

Gif Number 4

With Top!Steve with silver hair! Established McDanno Explicit stuff happens closer to the bottom!

"I hear work's been a bitch while I've been away."

Steve sighs and runs his hand through his hair. He's been so busy that he hasn't had time to get a trim. It's not really the length that bothers him as much as the color that greets him whenever he looks at his reflection. If work wasn't keeping him busy, he'd probably fallen into temptation and dyed it by now.

"I've scold you about lousy timing to head back to Jersey, but I know it's business not pleasure."

"Not without you here...but what if you were?"

"Everything okay?" Was the first question out of him. Danny being far away always left him with some level of unease. Between them he was the one to attract more random chaos, but Danny wasn't immune to it. Calculating distance and time of travel until he could reach his Danno immediately course through his mind as he thinks up a dozen different ways Danny's testifying could have turned ugly.

"I'm fine," Danny reassured him. "There's a Mets game coming up. I know a guy who can get me great seats for a good deal."

"Dinner with your parents after?"

"...after -after. Sure. But like...after the game...and after a night of you and me painting the town red."

Steve smiled from ear to ear at hearing that's all it was, "Miss me?"

"Maybe."

"Just maybe? Well maybe I'm too swamped to go," Steve teased.

"No you're not. You're probably already looking up flights."

"Bold of you to assume I don't already have them memorized."

"If I weren't so in love with you, Steven, that'd be creepy."

"But you're so in love with me, it's undeniable. It's unbearable to be far away from me. And you miss me. A lot?" As cocky as he started that, the last bit came out with some of his insecurity.

But Danny reassured him without pause, "More than a lot. I already booked your flight. Details are in your email. I gotta go. I'll call you later, okay? Love you."

"Love you too. See you soon, Danno."

~~~~~~~~~

Steve planned to do something about his hair before his trip, but they stumbled into a crime spree that threatened his entire trip. His dedication to see Danny and keep their promise game-date pushed him to the limit and he and the rest of 5-0 managed to solve the most dire cases.

Whatever plans he had to get his hair dyed or cut, were out of the question and as silly as he felt, the whole flight it was something that wouldn't leave him.

The trip was only going to be a few days, so his carry on meant he didn't have to wait to go and find Danny.

It doesn't take him long to spot Danny, and seeing him smile as he approaches makes all other thoughts disappear. Danny greets him by pulling him close by the shirt and down for a fierce and passionate kiss. Steve feels a slight bump on his head from the baseball cap Danny had been wearing, but it gets knocked off and their kiss is all that matters.

When they pull apart, Danny bends down to pick it up and puts it back on. It's then that Steve notices another, matching cap, in Danny's other hand.

"Not a lei. But uh...translated equivalent?" Danny asked with a small grin. His focus shifts a bit as he takes in Steve with better detail. The slightly longer hair that's salt and pepper colored instead of just black. Steve can practically hear the yelling of his old CO about his appearance since his stubble was nearly a full beard, giving off plenty of silver coloring to him too.

"You know we've been busy and I just didn't have the time to-"

"Fuck, you're hot!"

Before Steve could utter another sound, Danny took off his cap and pulled Steve back in for another, though more possessive kiss.

When they pulled apart, Steve felt confidence replace the insecurity he's carried during the trip. Rubbing his hand over his face and then through his hair, he asked, "This do it for you, Danno?"

"Let's get to the hotel and I'll show you exactly how much it does." ~~~~~~~~~~~ The buttons on Steve's shirt scattered everywhere when Danny tore his shirt open. Before he could make some sort of remark about Danny owing him a new one, he was being pushed onto the bed. Danny straddled him and kissed him before he could utter a word, running his fingers through Steve's hair. Gripping tightly and giving Steve a tug as a way to pull away from the kiss.

"I want you so fucking bad, Steve."

His nerves that nearly made him terrified of being undesirable to Danny were completely evaporated. The heat in Danny's eyes, the way his hands roamed and made quick work of getting rid of their clothing until they were both completely naked, feeling how hard Danny was as he rutted against Steve....

His tentativeness was replaced by his own heat and desire that grew to match Danny's. Steve turned them around and pushed Danny onto the bed. Nestling himself between Danny's legs, Steve caressed his way up Danny's thighs up his torso, caressing his pecs and leaning in to swirl his tongue around his nipple. Peppering kisses up to Danny's neck where he began to leave some new marks.

While he works on Danny's neck, his hand snakes its way between them and fondles Danny for a bit before reaching further. Smirking into Danny's neck he felt proof of his and Danny's late night phone calls.

Pulling the plug out, he drinks up Danny's moan before kissing him. Less frantic, yet still passionate they make-out as Steve presses the head of his cock against Danny's hole and moans Danny's name as inch by inch he pushes in until he's fully sheathed inside. He stills, peppering kisses anywhere he can reach as he gives Danny time to adjust. It doesn't take long as Danny's too eager and needy and wanting Steve to move.

The strength Steve gets from being a turn on to Danny despite his insecurities and grey hairs, makes him feel ten years younger. Energy he didn't think he'd have anymore returns to him and he's basically lifted Danny as he fucked him, bounding him on his cock. Stealing kisses her and there while Danny wrapped his arms around Steve and held on for dear life. Even with cock untouched, Danny cried out and came, coating both of their abdomens with his come and clenching around Steve.

He rested Danny back onto the bed and slowed down his thrust, fingers intertwined, and looking into each other's eyes. Steve filled Danny up before collapsing on top of him.

They panted as they caught their breath.

"How about instead of painting the town red, I coat you in white?Inside and out?" Steve asked with a smirk.

Danny ran his hand through Steve's hair, gripping it and pulling him for a kiss, "So long as we're not late for the game. Sounds like heaven, babe."

[heybaetae]

what do you think the member's myspace profiles would've looked like? who would've made it look pretty and who left it on default lol

LMFAO THIS QUESTIONNRHEJJS. i fucking loved myspace so much. let me think on this ok let’s get into it.

namjoon would have a layout, but a very clean, neutral one with meticulously organized photo albums for nature photos, museum photos, and book quotes he likes. his about me section would be some philosophical quote and his profile song is probably something by nas. he writes a lot of cryptic blog posts

jin has a layout but he changes it every week because he gets bored with how it looks, so you never know what his page is gonna look when you click on it. he tends to troll jungkook and hobi’s comments with “w4w???” because he knows neither of them know what that means. in true jin fashion, his default pic is him holding up a giant fish. he thinks the games on myspace are lame and he has no problem commenting on tom’s page to let him know

yoongi keeps his page pretty minimalistic like namjoon, but he likes darker, cooler tones on his layout and he posts videos from his studio a lot. he’s friends with a lot of athletes and producers and whenever he changes his profile photo, people go absolutely insane. he receives thousands of marriage proposals a day and his favorite feature is the “who i’d like to meet” section of his page where he lists all the people he’s a fan of and wants to work with some day

hobi has the most colorful layout of everyone and he LOVES those flashy glitter text gifs, so he has one that says “I LOVE U ARMY” and little animated snoopy graphics. he spent the most time making his page look perfect and he’s very organized with his photos. everything fits an aesthetic and he comments on all the tannies photos, statuses, profiles, bulletins, everything. fashion brands are spamming his inbox on the daily.

taehyung doesn’t have a layout at all because he doesn’t have the patience to learn html, but he does a have great jazzy profile playlist and yeontan is his profile picture OBVIOUSLY. he doesn’t have a top 8, he has a top 1 and it’s just jimin. he really likes posting bulletins to share youtube videos of old movies. his photo albums are kind of a mess but people love his chaotic, grainy images of random stuff around his house, his mirror selfies, or his paintings. the wooga squad leave him really sweet comments

jimin has a profile, but he rarely logs in. his layout is pastel colors and he often confuses the status update box with the little description next to his profile photo. he spams taehyung’s comments with hearts to bury the ones of certain others. when his “online now!” thing comes on, it’s a major event and his comments get flooded so much that it overwhelms him and he logs out again for a few weeks. he’s not sure how to comment back directly, but he’s really grateful everyone says hi to him.

jungkook has an all black page with galaxy-like animations. he learned how to do html so he could design it himself. his playlist is all demos/covers he made himself because he figures army would much rather hear him sing on his own profile than someone else (he’s right!). he goes MIA a lot too, so his “last login” date sometimes becomes a meme amongst the fandom which results in counting exactly how many days we last heard from him. when he remembers his password though, he’s on there for hours posting lots of bam photos, boxing videos, and doing bulletin surveys for fun. he threatens to block jin literally every time he comes online because he genuinely has no idea what he’s asking and he whines about it in hobi’s inbox too.

[demonsocialworker]

Dork - Robin Buckley

Female XReader/Fluff/Set in Season 4/Gif Not Mine

Word Count: 1524

TW: None

A/N: finals s u c k e d but whatever at least i didn't fail, i'm gonna try to write another fanfic or maybe a few before my breaks over so if you have any requests lmk! and as always enjoy <3

Joining marching band wasn't your idea of fun, but your best friend Tom had talked you into it. "If you don't join with me then I'm not doing it!", he threatened. "Alright alright fine," you sighed. Now here you were, standing on the bleachers in the lamest uniform in the world, wishing you were anywhere else but at this pep rally. You and Tom were the first ones there and waiting for everyone else was even more boring than playing a damn tuba. Why couldn't Tom have also talked you into choosing an instrument that didn't weigh the same as a small elephant?

"Hey, I know who you'd probably get along with for the rest of the year!" Tom said way too excitedly. "How would I get along with anybody in band?" you asked. Tom tried turning to face you but struggled for a few seconds under the weight of the tuba, he shouldn't have picked it either. "Robin! Remember she hangs out with that Steve dude?" You thought for a minute, trying to figure out if you knew who he was talking about. The gym doors opening snapped you out of your train of thought, and you watched as students flooded into the gym.

After the students came the cheerleaders and then, finally, the other band kids. Tom nudged your shoulder, "See? That's Robin right in the middle," he said as he pointed to her. Now you remembered who she was, you stared at her the entire time you were at Family Video with Tom last week. It was supposed to be your turn to pick for movie night, but you couldn't pay attention to movie titles when she was standing there, so you let Tom pick. Seeing her again made you feel the same way you did at Family Video, shy, out of words, and above all, a total dork. Tom sat there trying to get your attention, "Hey! You see her right?", but it was useless. You couldn't see or hear anything that wasn't her.

You managed to make it through the pep rally with your brain basically working on autopilot. You were ready to leave, that way you could go back to being normal instead of acting like an idiot in front of Robin, but Tom had other plans. While you were trying to make your way out of the gym Tom grabbed your hand, "You two are gonna be friends, cmon let's go," he said as he pulled you toward Robin. "Tom let go! I can't stay and talk dude," you said as you tried to think of an excuse to get out of this. But he let go of your hand, "What? Why?", he asked. "Um- well my mom said she wanted me home right after the pep rally. Some family dinner thing I don't know." This answer was good enough for Tom, "Alright fine. See you on Monday." Tom kept walking toward Robin while you bolted out of the gym.

You sped home, almost hitting your mom's car as you pulled into the driveway. You left your giant tuba in the backseat of your car and ran into your house. Your mom started to greet you, "Hi honey how was the-" but you cut her off. "Great Mom it was really fun," you said as you rushed up the stairs to your room. You walked into your room and slammed the door behind you. After fighting your way out of your band costume, you flopped face down onto your bed. You laid there for a while wishing you would've just gone with Tom and talked to Robin, but you knew you would've just acted like an idiot in front of her. After lying on your bed wondering why you were such a loser and couldn't just talk to a girl that you think is cute, your mom called you downstairs. Assuming it was for dinner you made your way downstairs.

You were halfway down the stairs when your mom called for you again, "Honey! Get down here!" You sighed as you got the last few steps, "Mom I'm right here-", but you couldn't even finish your sentence. Tom, Robin, and Steve were standing at your front door. "Hey Y/N!" Tom started, but you turned around and ran back up to your room, slamming the door behind you. "Oh my god, this can't be happening," you said as you leaned against your bedroom door. "This is a dream and I'm gonna wake up at any second-" but you weren't waking up, instead you were hearing someone knock on your door. "Hey Y/N? It's me open the door." Tom said through the door. Sighing and accepting that this really wasn't a dream, you cracked the door a bit to see Tom. "Why are you here? Why are they here!? I told you I had a family dinner thing-" Tom cut you off this time. "No you don't, your brother's car isn't even here and your dad is still at work so I don't see much family going on right now. Get dressed and come downstairs." Tom closed the door so you couldn't argue with him.

After pulling on your clothes, you headed downstairs. This time everyone was sitting in your living room and your mom had set a bowl of chips on the coffee table. "See I told you guys she'd come out eventually!" Tom joked. Robin and Steve chuckled and everyone stood up to head for the door. "Alright, let's go!" said Tom. "Go where?" you asked. Robin turned to you, "To the movies, did Tom not tell you?" You could feel your face heating up, just having her look in your direction made you lose every thought you had in your head. "U-um no he j-just told me to come downstairs." you stuttered out. Robin turned from you and looked at Tom, "Did you just make us blindside the poor girl?" she said with a laugh. "Well, I knew if I didn't then she wouldn't come with us!" Robin rolled her eyes and Steve jingled his keys, "Okay can everybody stop being awkward? We're about to miss the movie let's go come on!" You called out a goodbye to your mom, then everyone walked outside and piled into Steve's car.

Walking outside you wished you had put on a jacket, you hugged yourself to try to keep warm until you got to the car but Robin noticed. "Hey, I have an extra jacket in the car, I mean um, if you really need it." Before you could respond, Tom jumped in, "Of course she does she always forgets her own. Shotgun!" Oh no, he was going to make you sit in the back with Robin. Now you knew why he showed up at your house like this, he could tell you had a crush on her. You and Robin climbed into the back of the car, she reached into the floorboard and grabbed her extra jacket. "Here, it might be kinda dirty Steve never cleans the car," she said laughing. Steve whipped his head around, "Hey! Don't trash talk the car that you ride to school in every day." Robin smacked him with her jacket, then handed it to you. You stared at it for a minute, you never thought you'd even talk to her, much less be holding her jacket. You realized you probably looked weird just staring at it, so you quickly pulled it on as Steve pulled out of your driveway and onto the road.

As Steve pulled into the parking lot of the movie theater you wished Tom would've at least told you what type of movie you were going to see. Everyone got out of the car and walked into the movie theater, Steve went to go buy the tickets while you, Robin, and Tom stayed behind to get snacks. You and Robin both got pretzels, and Tom got two small popcorns for himself and Steve. You hadn't said anything to Robin since she gave you her jacket, so you were happy when Steve walked back over to break the awkward silence. "Okay, so four tickets to The Eleventh Commandment." Your jaw dropped, "A horror movie!?" Tom turned to Robin, "She's a big scaredy cat, you might have to hold her hand," he said with a wink. You smacked his arm, hoping he would shut up. Robin smiled at you, and you all started to walk to the theater the movie was showing in.

Tom of course made you and Robin sit beside each other. Sitting beside Robin and watching a horror movie made you feel like your heart was going to explode from beating too fast. The first few minutes of the movie weren't that bad, but when the first murder happened you had to shield your eyes. Robin noticed, what doesn't she notice? When you put your hand back on the armrest she placed hers on top of it. You froze, not knowing what to do, but she went further and intertwined her fingers with yours. You smiled and looked over at her. "Dork," she said as she smiled back.

[meowzfordayz]

family, fireworks, forever (in love)

Author’s Note: so uhh anyone wanna enjoy fireworks in a secluded meadow w/ me ?? Picnic under the stars included, ofc… 🧺 IK THE BELOW GIF FEATURES TENGEN! JUST SHH OKAYOKAY !! #fireworks !!!!!

family, fireworks, forever (in love)

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,300

CW: mild sexual content

Commission Fulfilled: Whenever you get the time I'd love to hear some HC for Rengoku taking his little brother (Senjuro) and reader to fireworks festival.

💜 u T. Keep being beautiful

~faqs~

Going to do my best to keep these brief AND sweet ☺️

I told myself I’d take tn off from writing, but now m’stressed, so m’gonna write to destress 😶

It’s super crowded along the river where the festival’s taking place, but there’s an adorable, stone bridge with sleek, wooden railings a little further down away from the worst of the crowds

Kyojuro doesn’t fare particularly well in crowds—specifically, social crowds—too unruly, unpredictable, and unnecessarily loud

Which might seem ironic considering it’s, yanno, Kyojuro

But Kyojuro isn’t loud: he’s vibrant, passionate, attentive — doesn’t jostle, shout, provoke without reason

So establishing a spot for the three of you on the bridge becomes his immediate priority

He’s excited, nervous, to share such an evening with you and Senjuro

Ofc, you’ve been with Kyojuro—romantically—for a comfortable time

And you and Senjuro are certainly friendly

In fact, Kyojuro almost regrets how well you get along, bc you bring out Senjuro’s playfulness, mischievousness — his youth

—Hcing this bc dearest bestest precious Senjuro deserves to feel and be and experience what he is: a fricking child !!!!! 😤🥰

—As much as I 💖 Kyojuro, he has that whole “honorable” thing going on, ya feel? 😂

—Wonderful big bro indeed, but prob more reserved than Reader 😌

Which translates to: Kyojuro is the butt of many harmless practical jokes

Except for that one time you accidentally set him on fire ??

But he doesn’t really regret anything

And he most certainly doesn’t regret you

You, who meets Shinjuro’s stare evenly, never in challenge, never in disgrace

Who can actually exchange a few pleasantries with the man, a feat not even Kyojuro is always capable of

Not that you approve, like, or respect the man

You, who treats Senjuro as your own younger brother: nurturing and inspiring, rambunctious and enthusiastic — an admittedly refreshing balance to Kyojuro’s more mature, mellow approach

Not that you’re immature or a bad influence !!

It’s just, Kyojuro couldn’t remember the last time he saw Senjuro genuinely smile, let alone giggle, until he caught you tickling him in the pile of leaves he’d just swept

An action he never would’ve thought to attempt

Kyojuro hadn’t realized how close you’d gotten to Senjuro

Hadn’t realized how much time and effort, adoration and devotion, you’d committed to his family — to him

If he’d loved you a bit desperate, a bit frenzied, a bit undone that night, then you’d never asked why

The reverence in his eyes as he’d watched you—as though you alone knew his name, knew his heart—said enough

I got a bit sidetracked 🙃

So much for “brief” 🤪

ANYwho

You’re integrated rather seamlessly into Kyojuro’s life, and him into yours

And immersed in nighttime, pretty colors, hushed whispers, deafening sounds

Kyojuro’s giddy

His affection—tenderness—threatening to overflow, his hands sweatier than usual as he guides you and Senjuro toward the bridge

I imagine you and Senjuro trade glances the entire way

Are his hands clammy? your eyebrows wiggle

Definitely clammy Senjuro’s eyebrows wiggle back

You stifle a giggle as Senjuro sticks his tongue out at Kyojuro

“Are you making faces at me again?” Kyojuro laughs fondly, not even turning his head

You squeeze his hand quickly, lightheartedly poking Senjuro, “Of course not, Kyo.”

“Senjuro,” Kyojuro pauses as you arrive at the foot of the bridge, “Do you think you could wiggle through and find a spot for us?”

“Oh sure, force the smallest person to do it,” Senjuro rolls his eyes good naturedly

“Would you like me to make a scene instead?” Kyojuro offers sincerely, not missing a beat, ready to broad chest his way through And then they’re both being pulled onto the bridge, your hands gripping theirs firm and reassuring as you weave between the people already gathered on the bridge

Not exactly secluded, but Kyojuro exhales a nearly inaudible sigh of relief as his eyes flicker to where you’d just left from, the number of festival goers only increasing

Senjuro props his chin on the railing, eagerly awaiting the fireworks, feeling overwhelmed yet perfectly content—perfectly at ease—knowing he’s w/ you and Kyojuro

You rest your wrists gently on Senjuro’s shoulders—more as a gesture than proper weight—“Impatient?” you ask teasingly When are they going to start?! “Soon, Senjuro.” When is soon?!

As your banter w/ Senjuro continues (a successful distraction as you wait for ~soon to become now #very clever [y/n] 😉), a familiar warmth settles on your hips, calloused fingertips slipping smoothly under the hem of your shirt, scratching soothingly at your bare skin

Beyond holding hands and the occasional fleeting kiss, Kyojuro isn’t huge on PDA

Anyone could tell simply from how he communicates, interacts, with you that you’re lovers

But standing on the bridge, amidst a sea of strangers, Kyojuro feels a tranquil sensation of safe

Especially as he wraps himself around your steady figure, tracing your waistband, mindlessly touching, grounding himself, in grateful disbelief that you’re here and solid and beautiful, lazily eavesdropping on your cheerful conversation w/ Senjuro, his breaths slowing, deepening, as he resists the sudden urge to interrupt w/ a blurted I love you

“[Y/N]!” Senjuro exclaims, jolting Kyojuro from his reverie, his fingertips tensing, “THEY’RE STARTING!”

Kyojuro is like —> 😐🥲😤😮‍💨🤗

HE’S PROTECTIVE, OKAY ?? OKAY !!

And Senjuro shouting your name startled him 🥺

You “ooh” and “aah” as the display begins, happily nestled in your bubble on the bridge

—I couldn’t resist the alliteration teehee

Senjuro points at every single firework as they shimmer, explode, disperse remarking Green! Red! Gold! and every other color that scintillates inspiration: Kyojuro and Umai! 💀

Your appreciation is, quieter (open mouthed, shining eyes, blissful grin), but enthralled nonetheless: How do they do that? when an intricate pattern flashes through the darkness; Why are so many red and green? you pout, noting the lack of blue or purple; Could we make our own? Kyojuro winces at that question bc, yanno, you’ve set him on fire before (accidentally ofc, but still!)

And Kyojuro… is the quietest

Bc the fireworks themselves are muted, muffled, background ambience — secondary to the softness in front of him

The earlier pulsation, suffocation, vibration of the masses lingers, clinging to the stitches of his thin, spring jacket

But now, Kyojuro welcomes it

He welcomes its rhythmic pressure, encouraging, nudging him against you

Just like intentionally forgetting to wear a sweater on a chilly day so there’s an excuse to wear your lover’s

The swell of the crowd prompts him to indulge, fixate, cherish your closeness

One of your hands slips downward from Senjuro’s shoulder to graze Kyojuro’s knuckles, following Kyojuro’s subtle movements as he rubs tiny circles into the plush above your hips

How you shoot a nearby man the dirtiest of glares when he complains about Senjuro’s cheering He’s a kid! Let him have his fun!, and how you then proceed to cheer exponentially louder w/ Senjuro for the sake of not being rude, let’s just assume everyone’s being noisy lmao 😅

And the faint scent of cinnamon, vanilla, ginger—the faint scent of you—caressing delicate, secure, intimate at his slightly fraying edges

“My beloved,” he murmurs, not expecting you to hear him over the spectacle

But, you do

Of course you do

You turn away from Senjuro—who I’m conveniently hcing to be unaware, totally  enraptured by the fireworks—knowing glimmer in your eyes as you interlace your fingers with Kyojuro’s, clutching them to your sternum

“May I?”

You’re quiet, but Kyojuro swears he would hear you even if you hadn’t uttered a tangible word

Kyojuro nods, the heat in his lungs leaking, yearning

Bursting

You kiss him

Lips soft as morning clouds, hazy as winter fog

Warm as summer rain, familiar as the moonlight melting into your cheekbones

Promising as buds in spring, blossoming as the sun rises

Hands clasped together — halves of a locket memorializing a moment in time

…

…

*cue fireworks*

LITERALLY

I couldn’t resist lololol

But srsly

You, Kyojuro, romantically smooching, fireworks overhead Senjuro just minding his business

[soobljy]

THE STEALER CHAPTER ONE: PULL THE TRIGGER

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, quick mention of suicide

word count: 2,5k

summary: As y/n is leaved to close the store on her own, the last thing that she expects, happens to her

pairing: tbz x fem reader

“Y/n! You’re closing the store tonight, I have an emergency at home and I need to get going.” You hear your boss, Jiyoo yell from the back of the store as you put some new clothing items up on the racks. You sigh. “Okay!” You yell back at her and look at the time. 8:30PM. The store closes at 9 so you won’t be alone for a long time.

“The store is super quiet right now so I'm sure you can handle the last 30 minutes on your own.” Jiyoo smiles as she walks towards the entrance of the store. ‘I hope so.” You smile back.

She tells you to put the money in the safe and clean the store a bit and then quickly leaves the store, leaving you alone with 2 customers and the loud music of the speakers playing Bad Guy by Billie Eilish.

After the last customers leave, you look at the time again, 9:58. You make your way to the entrance to close the door and turn off the lights so nobody starts knocking, begging you to let them in, then you tidy some stuff up as you make your way back to the counter. As you reach the counter the radio switches to the news.

“The infamous criminal group ‘The Boyz’ have gotten away with yet another robbery just yesterday making it their 12th theft of the month. The police still have not been able to catch them due to the group's large number of members.”

You sigh. Instead of partying with your friends on this friday night you have been put in charge to close the store. “I don’t get paid enough for this.’ you murmur as you grab the money they earned today and start counting them. The sound of something falling shakes you out of your thoughts.

“What the- oh it’s just the broom that fell.” Just as you are about to go back to counting you hear a faint thud in the storage room. “Ok, I'm getting really scared now.” You whisper to yourself.

You decide to shake it off and go back to counting when you suddenly feel cold metal against the back of your head.

Oh fuck.

“Put the money down,''

You hear a male voice say. You do what he says as you start praying internally. You then feel a sharp object pressed against your lower back.

“Listen up, as long you’re doing as we say, you’re not gonna get hurt.”

‘That’s what they always say.’ You think but would never dare to say out loud. You’re on the verge of tears thinking this is your last day when you hear another thud.

“OW!” You hear another voice yell.

“Dumbass.” You hear another voice say.

‘How many of these motherfuckers are there.’ You think

“Grab some stuff over there.” You hear the one holding a gun against your head say as you see another figure grabbing the money you just dropped on the counter.

“I can’t see shit in here.” One of the voices further away from you says.

“Turn the lights on hyung!” The other one says.

You flinch as the lights turn on. Not daring to look at thieves. No Y/n u need to remember their faces just in case they actually don’t kill you. As you look up you make eye contact with the one that took the money. Your eyes widen at how handsome he is. “Bring us to the safe.” The one holding the knife against your lower back says. You slowly turn around making eye contact with the one holding the gun.

Shit, he’s handsome too.

You slowly start walking to the storage room.

“Changmin! Eric! We’ll be right back, grab everything you can!” Gun guy says.

When you arrive at the storage room, you walk to the safe and kneel in front of it, the three guys still behind. As you type in the code you hear a walkie talkie go off followed by another voice.

“What is taking so long.”

“Shut up, we just got to the safe. Anybody nearby?” The one without a weapon, as far as you know then, asks.

“No, it’s dead, everyone is going out a few blocks away.”

“Give us 10 minutes.”

“Fine.”

You take the money out and hand it to knife guy, who puts it in a bag.

“Please don’t kill me.” You plead.

“We won’t.” Gun guy says.

“Hyunjae, come with me. Juyeon, keep an eye on her.” Gun guy commands as he walks away with Hyunjae.

You took the opportunity to look at knife guy, Juyeon.

Fuck, he’s beautiful too.

You guys just stay there in silence till the two guys come back into the storage room. But this time they came back with the two other guys.

“Plan changed, we’re taking you with us.” Hyunjae says. Your eyes widen and you try to get up and escape. Just as you get up, Juyeon grabs your left arm, pulls you back and holds the knife against your neck.

“Do as we say and you will not get hurt.” Gun guy says. Your hands get tied behind your back and you decide to give in and follow the guys outside.

“Took you long enough.” You see three other guys waiting outside. One shows a bored expression, the other is very tall and the last is...very cute? They’re all handsome too. You mentally cry.

“Who’s that?” The ‘cute’ one says with a softer voice. “Our new friend.” Hyunjae smirks. You internally scoff as they walk you to the bus. When they open the bus you see three more guys.

How many of them can there be?!

“Hi, ooohh who’s that.” One of them behind a huge computer screen says.

“They brought a souvenir.” The tall guy that was waiting outside laughs.

They put you in the car and start driving. Tears are threatening to leave your eyes as you think about your friends and family. What if you get killed? Or they never let you go? or even worse… you get Stockholm syndrome?!?!

“What’s your name?” The ‘cute’ one with a soft voice asks you. You still look down refusing to talk.

“Cat caught your tongue.” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I’m jacob.” The one with a soft voice says, you look up to see him give you a soft smile.

“Y/n.” You murmur and the boys start introducing themselves to you. You nod at them and for the rest of the car ride you stay quiet.

After maybe 45 minutes the car stops and they open the door and help you get out. You look up to see a huge villa remote from the city. You guys make your way to the villa and once you're inside they guide you to the couch. They all sit across from you while Sangyeon stands.

“Y/n, do you happen to know who we are?” He asks

You slowly shake your head looking at the 11 boys. Wait. 11 boys? NO WAY! You suddenly remember the new reports for the last two months. You've been kidnapped by…

The Boyz.

You hear the boys laugh at your shocked expression.

“Listen up.” Sangyeon speaks up “It wasn’t in our plan to keep you hostage, but now that you’re here we’ve got to make the best of it haha. As you can see our house is very messy and we’re desperately in need of a cleaner. So we’ll point out your room for you to get some rest, you start tomorrow. Any questions.”

“I don't have any clothes to wear besides these.”

“Well thank God we robbed a clothing store.” Kevin laughs.

“We’ll make sure to buy all the necessities you need.”Sangyeon assures you. He tells you what time they’ll come and wake you up and commands Jacob and Kevin to bring you to your room while Changmin grabs some bed sheets and pillows.

As they open the door to your new room, you see that it’s huge and empty with only curtains and an empty bed in the middle of it.

“You can decorate as time goes by.” Kevin tells you and you nod. Changmin comes in with the pillows and bed sheet and the 3 boys help u set up the bed.

Once your bed is all made up, Younghoon comes in with two pairs of pajamas and some normal clothes for you to wear. All hail one size fits all clothes. Once you put on your pajamas, you lie in bed and think about everything that has just happened until you fall asleep.

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The sun shining through your curtains wakes you up. You groan in annoyance, put a pillow over your head and close your eyes again. Right as you begin to doze off again, your door opens. “It’s time to get up.” You hear someone say. You turn around to see Chanhee standing at your door. “Be downstairs in 30 minutes” He says, closing the door again. As you get up, you get a moment of realization.

You’ve been kidnapped…… YOU’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! YOU NEED GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

But how.

While you get dressed you think of all the ways you could escape. Jump out of the window? Suicide. Grab a knife and kill them? You would already have been killed before you stabbed one of them. Sneak out of the house while they’re sleeping? PERFECT. But you needed to stay a bit to figure out the plan in detail. You need to know your way out and their sleeping schedule, you also need to gain their trust. You needed to be super nice to them for them to trust you.

You take a deep breath and step out of your room. When you arrive downstairs you see that all of the boys are awake. “Good Morning!” Haknyeon jumps up from the couch. “Good morning.” You respond back.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Sangyeon walks into the living room. “Sit down, I'll explain what you need to do.” He starts talking about you making their meals and doing their laundry followed by cleaning the whole house. You mentally sigh. This isn’t going to be easy.

Kevin introduces you to the kitchen and offers to help with making breakfast.

“Haknyeon, stop it!” Kevin grabs the spoon that Haknyeon is about to dip in the soup.

For the third time.

“I’m just tasting it for you guys.”

“You’ve tasted enough, get out!” Haknyeon pouts as he walks out of the kitchen, making you giggle.

“So, Kevin, how many times a week do you guys go out to steal?” “Hmm, maybe five to six times a week. Why?” He looks up at you. “Oh just wondering.” You lie. “Must be tiring.”

You continue to make the soup while wondering if it was possible to escape while they’re out stealing. You decide to ask Kevin for more information and he tells you that it usually takes 30 minutes to an hour for them to finish a small mission and that bigger missions sometimes take up to three hours.

He also tells you that he, Haknyeon and sunwoo are in charge of hacking, Younghoon, Jacob and Chanhee are always on the watch and Sangyeon, Hyunjae, Juyeon, Eric, and Changmin are the ones in action.

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“Wow this is good!” Eric says, stuffing his mouth with the soup you and Kevin made.

I should’ve put poison in it, you think to yourself.

“So Y/n, tonight we have another mission and since we can’t trust you alone in this house we have to take you with us from now on.” Sangyeon speaks up.

Fuck.

“Sure” You simply say. “So what’s tonight’s mission about, hyung?” Changmin asks. “Tonight we’re robbing the new shoe store in town.”

And they all go crazy

“Finally! I needed new Jordan's.” Eric jumps up from his seat. “We should rob a Balenciaga store next.” Sunwoo sighs. After the boys finally calm down and finish their breakfast, you go wash the dishes while they prepare for tonight’s robbery.

Finally the time has broken for tonight’s mission. While in the car, Sangyeon instructs you to stay in the car with the hackers while the rest of them go to their usual position. When it’s time for the rest to leave the car, you lean back and sigh.

You have no phone, no nothing, all you can do is pray you get out of this situation soon.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself.” Sunwoo chuckles. “Leave her alone Sunwoo. Why don’t you come and look at how we work?” Kevin motions for you to sit next to him.

You sit in between him and Haknyeon and look up at the huge screen. Kevin clicks on a couple of things and all of a sudden a bunch of security camera screens pop up. In one of them you see Jacob, Younghoon and Chanhee on the lookout while the rest make their way around the back of the building.

“If I click on this, all the footage of tonight will be deleted, but I'll do that after the guys come back.” He points at a key on his keyboard. “Now we have to crack the password. Haknyeon?”

You look at your right to see Haknyeon click on a bunch of keys to reveal the password.

“1206” He says, and Sunwoo repeats it into the walkie talkie.

After 30 minutes the rest rushes back in the car with a bunch of bags full of shoes and money.

“We almost got caught.” Eric pants out of breath.

“I saw no one in the store though?” Kevin asks, while deleting the camera footage.

“There was this old lady walking in the alley and Eric started freaking out” Hyunjae huffs.

“So an old lady walking in a dark alley in the middle of the night isn’t sus?!” Eric yells, making the others laugh.

When you guys arrive ‘home’, you decide to go to sleep first because you're exhausted. When you lie in your bed, you fall asleep almost immediately.

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“I’m kinda getting bored of robbing, I need more thrill.” Changmin lay’s down on the couch.

“Yeah me too, I want some adrenaline.” Eric plops down next to him. “Try jumping off a cliff.” “Not funny, Sunwoo.”

“Oh! I have an idea!” Haknyeon jumps up. “Y/n is our maid now, right?” “Maid.” Younghoon snorts. “She’s cute, right? And we steal stuff, right?”

“Get to the point.” Sangyeon sighs.

“Let’s steal her heart.”

Hyunjae burst out laughing. “Are you insane? Why would we do that? That sounds so dumb.”

“You guys said you were bored and this sounds like a fun mission to me.”

“I agree, this could be fun.” Eric jumps up from the couch.

“So you wanna make her fall in love with one of us?” Jacob sits up. “Why would she do that, we’re holding her hostage.” Sunwoo laughs.

“That’s what makes it hard and more of a fun mission!”

“And when does the winner get?” Sangyeon speaks up.

“We have to do anything for that person for two whole years.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I like the idea, I'm with Haknyeon.” Juyeon sides with the younger one.

“Fine it’s a good distraction, we need to get off the radar for a week, the police are still on our heels.” Sangyeon gives in while Haknyeon and Eric cheer.

[hereforhalstead]

“I’m all yours” Part 3

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Part 3!

• Warnings: swearing/altercations/mention of a knife

• Summary:  Part 3 of ‘I’m all yours’. You can find Part 1 and Part 2 here.

• Words: 5026

• A/N : Again, thanks so much for all the great feedback on this series. What I thought was a quick something I pulled together at 6am one morning has turned into 3 parts!? I’m not crazy about this but I had so many requests for a part 3 that it felt owed! Hope you enjoy☺️

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“Thanks for letting me stay at yours last night” you sigh “I promise I’ll find a hotel or something after work”. Jay looks displeased to say the least, the way his subtle smirk soon falls from his face after your words doesn’t go unnoticed as you head up the stairs to the district. “Stay as long as you like” he suggests but you shake your head “Am I not offering enough advantages? TV not big enough for you?” he probes with his brows raised as he holds the door open with one arm and allowing you to enter before him “TV is the perfect size, thanks for checking” you wink, watching as he catches onto your joke “Glad my TV fulfills your needs” you hold back a laugh as you come face to face with Trudy who as ever has a face of thunder. 

“Morning Sarge” you comment, not stopping to talk as you press the buttons on the door to allow you access up the stairs but she calls out after you “If I get one more call from this boyfriend of yours, I’m shoving his phone so far u-” she threatens but Jay is quick to interject “Boyfriend?”. His tone was stern, his jaw had clenched and the glint in his eye had vanished “Yes Detective, boyfriend” she looks over to you with a confused expression “Can you just tell me if he calls again” you instruct to which she nods but Jay wasn’t satisfied “No, put him straight through to me” you look up at him to be met with an unamused grimace on his face “He won’t call again after that” he offers a sarcastic smile to which you nudge his chest “Yeah” Trudy trails off “I’m just gonna end the conversation now”. She picks up her glasses from the desk and continues on with her work, watching out the corner of her eye as Jay rests his hand on the small of your back as he ushers you again through the door before him “kids these days” she scoffs. 

You’d barely been in the district 5 minutes and you already had Trudy breathing down your neck and now Jay looking like he was ready to bite at anyone who looked at him the wrong way. You placed your jacket on the back of your chair and headed into the break room, joining Hailey and Kim who were already in there pouring themselves their morning coffee “Rough night so I hear” Hailey remarks “Shame I missed it, sounds like you really laid into him” she takes a sip from her mug as Kim looks at you with a worried expression “How you doing?” she asks, brows knitted in concern.

You shrug, leaning back against the counter next to Hailey as you place your mug down next to hers “Are you gonna judge me if I say relieved?” you chuckle but they don’t mirror your amusement “Relieved?” Kim questions and you nod with a pouted lip “I’m free”. Hailey pats you on the shoulder as she always did if she didn’t know what to say, a gesture of comfort and reassurance that she would be there for you even if she didn’t have the right words to express it. You pick up your mug and hold it in your hands for warmth as they continue the gossip “Can’t believe he did that to you, I’ll kill him if I ever see him” Kim threatens, a scowl spreading across her face “Join the que” you mumble into your drink but the way they stare at you, waiting for you to elaborate makes you regret saying it already. 

“What’s up with Halstead? Just ripped into me because I accidentally knocked his desk” Adam tuts, pouring himself a coffee as he joins your gossip session in the breakroom. “You okay?” he quizzes and your heart pulls at the caring yet troubled way his words fall. “Saw her leave with Halstead, of course she’s fine” Kevin calls out as he enters and all eyes fall to you. “She did. Did she?” Kim raises her brows as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks, taking a drink from your mug to try and deflect the attention but clearly it wouldn’t work “He let me crash at his so I didn’t have to face Mike” you shrug but they don’t budge “So that’s not his flannel?” Hailey chuckles, examiming the red and black ensemble you were sporting over your vest and jeans “I could hardly turn up in a little black dress could I? I had the top and jeans in my locker but needed an extra layer” you lie through your teeth “It’s cold”. 

You weren’t exactly lying, it was cold and you did have the top and jeans in your locker as a ‘back up’ incase you ever needed a change of clothes but the flannel was a little extra you stole this morning. Jay chuckled as he watched you pick it up from the corner of his room “I haven’t washed that yet you know?” his morning voice cracked, shivers running down your spine as you felt his gaze burn in your back “It’ll do” you smiled, placing the garment over your head and letting it fall down your body “I think it suits me” you put your hands on your hip in a pose as he makes his way out of bed and towards you “I think you want to wear it so they know we spent the night together” he rests his hands on your hips as he pulls you towards him. You place your hands on his chest as you trace patterns into his skin and avoiding eye contact “Or, it smells like you” you confess, nestling your head into the crook of his neck to mumble your words but the rumble in his chest from his laughter confirmed he heard it loud and clear. 

“How am I supposed to work knowing you’re strutting around in my shirt?” he questions, allowing himself to sit back on the bed and pull you into his lap. His hands running up and down your sides as his eyes roam over your body, each leg placer over his as you straddle his lap and sit back into his hands that are holding you in place. “Not my problem” you shrug, innocence in your voice as he flashes you a toothy grin “Oh, I think it’s very much your problem” he presses his lips into your shoulder as you feel a moan escape your lips. He pulls back and raises his brows at you “I could get used to this” he smirks, gaze falling to your lips and then back up to you. 

You roll your eyes at his comment, feeling his hand in your lower back push you towards him in response “Roll your eyes at me again, I dare you” his voice was low, you didn’t want to let on how his words alone had such an affect on you but when you didn’t attempt to roll them again, Jay took it upon himself to see how far he could push you “Lost your voice?” he questions with a tilt of his head as he begins to massage his fingertips into your hips, causing you to roll them into him but he stops your motion as he grasps at your skin “What do you want?” he probes, you were convinced he could hear your heartbeat as it felt like it was pumping out of your chest. The way he glared at you, darkness in his eyes  as he held his grasp on you as he waited for a response “you”.

A cough brings you out of your thoughts, reminding you that you were still stood in the breakroom now in a daze of this mornings events as everyone chats around you. “I’m just saying, we all know something happened so just give us the details” you hear Kim’s voice in the background, you look over to Jay who was glaring at his screen with his fist clenched on the desk as he fiddled with a pen in the other. "Earth to Y/N” Adam waves a hand in front of your face as you sigh “You said he was in a bad mood right?” you ask as Adam nods “Well then, we can’t have slept together, he’d be a lot happier” you shrug, amusement on your lip as you take a sip of coffee “Oh damn” Kevin mutters as you walk past them to leave the room “She’s back” Hailey praises, causing to look over your shoulder with a proud look before turning to see a frowning Jay still at his desk. 

You decide it’s best to leave him be, knowing to never poke the bear once it’s angry as it only makes matters worse. You take a seat at your desk opposite and steal a quick glance to see if he noticed you but his eyes were still fixed to the screen. Sure he was in a mood about Trudy’s comment this morning, you were too and if anything you had more of a right to be annoyed than him but here you sat with your usual morning coffee, not scolding someone because they looked at you the wrong way and more importantly not sat there with a face of thunder like Jay was as he clicked his pen. 

“Updates on this mornings B and E?” Voights rough voice breaks the silence as he stands in the doorway of his office, you look up at Jay who was still in a trance of frustration so you decide to speak for him. You stand to make your way over to the whiteboard behind him as you begin to reel off the details of the case to a less than impressed Voight “I’m just about to start going through the CCTV, Mouse is just printing off the stills for me too” you offer as Voight nods “And what about you Halstead?” he asks, Jay still sat with his back to him as he huffs and turns his chair “I’ll help her” he acknowledges without actually looking at you.

Voight stuffs his hands into his pockets as the rest of the group emerge from the breakroom “Want to inform me what was so important to talk about in there that you’re not out here working?” he probes and you watch as Adam flicks his gaze between you and Jay before looking back at Voight “Nothing Sarge, just talking about the party” he responds as they all scatter to their desks, him patting you on the shoulder as he passes, earning a scornful glimpse from Jay. 

“Halstead and Y/N, you look into CCTV” Voight instructs, handing you a file “Won’t be much work getting done there” Hailey mumbles, eyes fixated on her desk as she jokes. Kim could hardly contain her outburst at the comment and you instantly want the floor to open from under you as Voight casts his eyes over to you “Something you two wanna tell me?”. Silence falls over the room, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife but luckily Jay decided to speak up “Nothing at all Sarge, just Hailey thinking she’s funny” he remarks, not a hint of amusement in his voice which causes a knot to form in your stomach at his fowl attitude “Make sure it stays that way” Voight adds, allowing the pair of you to leave the room to collect the tapes. 

You walk down the hall in an uncomfortable silence, wanting to rip the flannel off your body at the way he was acting towards you. You felt used, he’d told you everything you wanted to hear, got what he wanted and now wasn’t talking to you, great. The last thing you wanted was to be stuck in a room with him for god knows how many hours, staring at a small screen to try and disipher some dodgy looking footage that looked like it had been recorded on a calculator but here you were. He walked half a step in front of you, swinging the door open to Mouse’s office but pausing before he entered, he glanced back at you before holding the door open and tilting his head as if to say ‘hurry up’. You cursed yourself at the way your body felt weak just from the smallest of gestures, he was in a mood but still had you on his mind and even if it was just holding the door open for you as he always did, it was enough. 

Your body grazed against his as you skimmed through the narrow doorway, convinced he only let you in before him so you’d have to be so close you could feel his breath on you as you passed. Mouse had left you an endless amount of tapes on the desk, each labelled with a sticky note and the odd USB stick and DVD. You grabbed at the pile of stills he’d printed and left for you, fanning through them to assess how long it would take “This is gonna take forever” you groan, earning a huff of laughter from Jay “Don’t act like you don’t want to be in a room alone with me all day, need I remind you who’s shirt you’re wearing?” he teases but still with an aire of seriousness in his tone as he stands with his hands in his pockets and glancing over the tapes “Oh, it speaks” you mumble, his eyes are on you in seconds as the words fall from your mouth. 

You can’t stop the image running through your head, him pinning you against the wall like he said he’s often thought about. Him brushing all of the tapes onto the floor and hoisting you onto the desk, hooking you between his legs as he pushes into your hips with a low growl “What did you just say to me?” he’d tease, running his eyes over your face to take pride in the way he can make you at his mercy in just a few words. 

Instead, he was just staring at you. Tounge running over his bottom lip as he grazes his jawline with his fingerips and a nod of his head “Did you tell him to call the district to wind me up?” he accuses and you snap your head at him in disbelief “Are you serious right now? Are you fucking serious Jay?” you raise your voice, relieved no one would be able to hear you but honestly not giving much of a care if they did as you wanted people to hear how much of a dick he was being. “You knew that if he called it would piss me off and lord knows you love to do that” he remarks, smirk creeping on his face as he mocks “I’m not doing this” you slam the papers onto the desk, slight regret as they fall on the floor sporadically. You yank the door, allowing it to bang against the wall as it swings open but Jay reaches his hand onto the handle and shuts it before you can leave “You wanna make me jealous?” his voice was low, you took a moment to regain your composure before turning back to him. 

“Do you understand how insane you sound right now?” you defend, watching as he stands in silence “Why on earth would I want him calling me? Is it my turn to remind you who’s bed I woke up in this morning?” you deflect, words escaping your lips before you can even think.

 “If I wanted to make you jealous, I would’ve stuck my tounge down Kevin’s throat last night whilst you were watching” you threaten, watching his eyes widen as you speak “Not asking my dickhead ex to call me just so you can act all alpha male and swoop in to save me” you barely stop to take a breath as you continue on your tangent “I get it, you used me. You got what you want and now you’re just acting like a idiot and I don’t want to be a part of it Jay” you spit the words out at him at a rapid rate and finally stop to take a deep breath, half expecting him to storm past you in a rage but feel your stomach drop as he laughs “You think I used you?”. 

You take a step back, your back hitting the wall with a thud as he begins to tower over you “I think I gave you what I know we both wanted” he contests, watching intently as you swallow the lump in your throat. Running his fingertips lightly over the skin above your chest, allowing his fingers to lightly lift the flannel that was draped over your shoulder “Care to tell me different?” he flicks the material over your shoulder, allowing the one side to fall down your back as you stand there under his gaze. You shake your head, feeling your skin burn as he traces his fingertips back along your chest to the other shoulder, repeating the movement of flicking the material of his shirt to watch it drop on the floor and pool at your feet “I like when you use your words Y/N”. 

You could hardly wrap your head around the situation, one minute he had you wanting to punch him and now you’re back where you were a few days ago. Him backing you up against the wall and watching as his words made you dizzy, allowing yourself to fall into his grasp. Much to your dismay, he had you wrapped round his finger but the apple didn’t fall far from the tree and you knew you had more of an impact on him than he was letting on. You reached to fiddle with the neckline of his tshirt,feeling his breath hitch at the slight contact, you didn’t say a word just slowly guided your hands down his chest before settling on his belt buckle to make a clink of the metal. He stood rigid, not feeling so confident as it was your turn to have him at your mercy “Lost your voice?” you taunt, pouting your bottom lip at him as you observe him trying to suppress the groan that was forming in his throat “Please” he uttered out, taking himself back as he couldn’t hide the slight surprise at his admission. 

You ran your tounge along your bottom lip, taking the corner between your teeth as you could feel him bore his eyes down on you “I ju-” you loose all sense of confidence as you hear a rustle on the other side of the door, laughing at the deja vu of when Voight interuptted you in this exact same position a few days ago, dare you say it was becoming a sigature move.. 

Jay quickly takes a seat at the computer, reaching for one of the tapes to act like he was hard at work but you were still stood against the wall and trying to recollect what had just happened. Normally Jay was the one with the power and dominace, you’d never seen him let down his guard so quick and with just a simple guesture you had him hooked and craving you more than ever. Trudy swings the door open, holding on the door handle as she flicks between you, but Jay was staring at the screen in hopes she would leave “Thanks so much for offering to answer your phones guys, great help when you’re not there to answer them” she sarcastically digs, non convincing smile that was laced with warning “Someone’s here for you” she comments, turning to shut the door when Jay spins in his chair to put his foot out to stop her from closing it “Who?” he asks as she shakes her head “I’m not a receptionist, plus he’s not here for you he’s here for Y/N” she interrupts, losing the faintest bit of patience she has “I’ll tell him you’re on your way” she instructs, closing the door behind her and leaving you and Jay in silence. 

“If it’s him” he begins to threaten as he stands, once again towering over you with his hand on the door “I’ll kill him, did he not get the message?” you place a hand on his chest in reassurance, his eyes flick down to linger on your light touch “He’s not dumb enough to do something in a police district” you scoff “Just stay here and I won’t be long”, you open the door from under Jay’s hand and take a deep breath as you walk back down the hall. Jogging down the stairs as you think to yourself on what you’re going to say, having to keep it brief as you’re at work but also stern so he get’s the point and knows not to return for his own sake. 

As soon as you enter the large and luckily empty room you see him sitting there, head hung between his knees as his hands clasp behind his neck. You nod at Trudy who watches your path as you make your way over to him, feeling her still watching you as you stand over him and clear your throat to get his attention “You shouldn’t be here” you warn as he snaps his head up to you. Standing before you and looking more sorry for himself and broken than you’d ever seen him “Please give me another chance” he croaks “I didn’t mean it, I fucked up and I’m sorry” he holds back the tears and you’re shocked at how little you cared. Not an inch of you felt the need to offer him a reassuring touch, a consoling hug or even so much of a response “You’re sorry?” you hear a voice from behind you that fills you with dread, looking over your shoulder to see Jay standing there with his arms folder across his chest, jaw locked and sneer evidant as he stands close behind you. “Go” you mumble to Jay but you knew he wasn’t going anywhere, you scan over to Trudy who was clearly going to be watching and nods towards the empty room that sits on the side of the building. You turn back to Mike and usher him into the room, attempting to close the door before Jay could join but he was attached at your hip and there was no way he would leave you alone. Even if you were under the watchful eye of Platt and surrounded by Detectives, he couldn’t trust anyone else to have your back apart from himself. 

“He doesn’t need to be here” Mike motions over to Jay who stands his ground, leaning against the blinds on the window as he glares down at the petty man sitting before him with a snotty laugh “HE” he enphasises “Isn’t going anywhere”. You roll your eyes at the pair of them, memory instantly flashing back to this morning, how you were held in Jay’s lap with his hands gripping at your skin like his life depended on it. You notice a smirk creeping on his face, knowing he was thinking the exact same as you made you feel all the more confident in not needing Mike and how you were in a strange way happy with how he’d acted towards you as it finally made you see sense. 

“Look baby, I’m sorry” Mike admitted, Jay covered his laugh with his hand but clearly failed as Mike stood to lean his hands on the table to question Jay “Something funny fella?” he probed and you had to pinch yourself, was this really the day of repeats? First you and Jay being interrupted and now you standing between Mike and Jay as Mike acts all fustrated and Jay looks down at him like he’s a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe “Just that you think you ever deserved her is laughable” he confesses, resuming his stance of having his arms folded across his chest, you had to tear your eyes away from the way his muscles contracted, all you could think about was how you had woken up intangled in them and the way he hel-

“Y/N, are you just gonna stand there and let him talk to me like that?” Mike interupts and you nod with a pity laugh “Yeah, I am actually. Jay, please continue” you guesture to Jay who matches Mikes stance and leans across the table to him “I told you what would happen if you so much as breathed near her and oh guess what” he scans his eyes over to you and then back to Mike “here you are” he offers an evil grin, no where near convincing as the spite in his eyes gives him away. 

Mike also glances to you, doing a sweep of your body before standing “That’s not even your shirt, you hate flannels” he laughs and you barely get a chance to think of a reply before he continues “Bet that’s his ain’t it?” he references to Jay who still stands with his weight on his arms on the table “Such a slut” he mocks and your heart drops. Not even for the way he spits the comment at you as by now you’d learnt how to let it bounce off you but the way Jay’s face turned sour, his already furious expression was escalating and you knew you wouldn’t be able to calm him down. You frantically looked over to Trudy who now typically was on the phone, the one time she didn’t have her eyes pinned to you was when you really needed her to be paying attention. 

“Oh buddy, you’re gonna really wish you hadn’t just said that” Jay straightened up, a crack radiating as he tilted his head whilst cupping one fist with the other hand as he made his way round the table, Mike really didn’t understand what he had let himself in for. He still had his eyes on you as you watched Jay position himself behind Mike, peering down at him with a wicked smirk as he cleared his throat. Mike turned to be chest to chest with Jay and before you could even look away the sound of Jay’s fist making contact with Mike’s face echoed throughout the room, you stood in shock as Trudy finally caught onto what was happening and sped over. You were still stood watching as Mike clung to his face, the red mark quickly appearing as Jay didn’t even attempt to hit him again. It’s like he knew he had to restrain himself, no matter how hard he had to force himself not to pound him into the ground he knew he’d never hear the end of it if he did that at work. 

“What the hell is going on in here?” Trudy exclaims as she swings the door open “Nothing, we were just leaving” Jay responds, still holding eye contact with a pathetic looking Mike who knew there was no point trying to defend himself against Jay, one punch from Jay was enough to have him doubled over and he knew he couldn’t compete against that “get her out of here” Trudy remarked in your direction “Now” she scorned and Jay didn’t need telling twice, he was hot on your heels as you exited the room “Make sure he doesn’t step foot in here again” Jay mumbles to Trudy as he passes her standing in disbelief “for his sake”. 

You didn’t know where to go, your feet carried you back to the room with the CCTV knowing it was out of sight and you wouldn’t have to face any questions before you could get your head right. Jay slipped in the door behind you, quick to close it behind the pair of you as you paced the room running a hand through your hair in stress “What the fuck just happened?” you declare, throwing your arm up in gest as Jay shrugs with his hands in his pockets, slight wince as his tender skin makes contact with the rough material “He can’t talk to you like that, dick had it coming” he retaliates, high off the adrenaline but you were still in a state of shock. 

Jay strides over to you, cupping your face in his hands as his lightly caresses your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb “he deserved it Y/N. We both know it” he scans your expression, tone gentle as he bends down to your eye level. You open your mouth to speak but he pulls you into him to cut you off “Told you I’d kill him, he should be grateful he’s still breathing” you feel him chuckle against the top of your head as you nuzzle into him. You feel one hand lightly press into the small of your back as the other settles on the back of your head, keeping you in place but you weren’t complaining as you hear the beating of his heart begin to slow back to a normal pace.

“You’re an idiot” you pull back, shaking your head up at him as he beams down on you “I’d do it again” he comments, hint of amusement but also remaining a stern expression as he reaches to outline your face with his fingertips “You’re all mine”.

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