#I actually had to go grab a random book off of the bookshelf in the living room?????

[the-fiction-witch]

Illusion

Media - Doctor Who (The Lodger Episode) Character - The Doctor (11th) Couple - The Doctor X Reader Reader - Y/n (Companion) Rating - Flirty Word Count - 2857

The doctor bounced around his room, jumping on the bed, still getting accustomed to his room. He had been a lodger with the human Craig for about three days and was already losing his mind pretending to be a human. Of course, The Doctor wasn’t exactly the best at being a human, unsure of the human ways and habits. All the little things that wouldn’t make him look insane so was having to check in very regularly with his human companion back in the Tardis. 

"Honestly? As if being trapped here on Earth wasn't bad enough, I'm starting to think I've gone crazy having to listen to the neighbours screaming at each other for days on end over the most mundane of things!" he complained, "How about you? I'm going to assume that you're having a much better time back at the Tardis,"

"Welcome to humanity." she giggled, "Tardis is fine,"

He sat back up and stared at the walls around him for a good five seconds before letting out another groan, he felt like banging his head against the wall, "Y/n, do me a favour and start doing something useful, I desperately need something to keep me distracted or I'm going to start screaming,"

"Why not read a book?"

The Doctor let out a frustrated sigh before he rolled onto his back and groaned loudly. He glanced over at his small bookshelf before rolling over to the edge of his bed and grabbing the nearest book on it. "I've read all of these already, and nothing that came out since has held my interest!" He flipped through the pages of the book, 

"Write a book?" 

He slammed the book shut and threw it across the room in frustration, "I'm better at doing stuff, like exploring the universe!" The Doctor suddenly perked up as an idea popped into his head "Or, I could build something, or explore some of the buildings here in the city, anything with more action than sitting on my sofa staring at the walls all night because no one here is interesting!"

"Why don't you do the human thing, order a takeaway, drink a beer, and watch crap TV?"

"Absolutely not! I think I'd rather claw out my eyes then watch old reruns of the old Eastenders, and reality TV! Give me anything else that isn't that or Love Island for the love of all time!" He shuddered at the mere thought of having to watch shows like that... He absolutely hated the idea of it

She giggled, "Well... How about I put the Tardis into a safe orbit mode, and come down? Help to sell the illusion you’re really a human if you actually interact with someone, and I'll come to keep you company we can get some food in, and have a drink," she suggested "I get to show you the fun of a human evening,"

The Doctor raised an eyebrow as he thought about it for a moment. On one hand he really hated the idea of doing any of those things, but he supposed it was better than spending a night watching Love Island of all things so he begrudgingly gave in. "...Fine! I suppose I can suffer through an evening of acting like a regular human and all the pointless things they do at night like drinking alcohol and stuffing their faces with bad food."

"All right be there in five," she rang off,

The Doctor quickly got up from the edge of his bed and quickly started tidying up the small bedroom he had to make it look like an actual human lived there. He stuffed anything that would look odd and alien underneath the blankets. A book here and there along with just some general random stuff that would give away his secret. Just a couple of minutes later he had managed to get rid of most of the things before hearing a knock at the door,

The Doctor quickly rushed towards the door, reaching it just before Craig, He put on his best happy smile and quickly opened the door up. He was greeted by the sight of Y/n in front of him, looking every bit as ordinary as him.

Y/n smiles in her little blue dress and black tights one of her usual outfits giving the doctor a hug to help sell the illusion of two normal people who knew one another "Hey!" 

"Hey! Come on in then, I was starting to get bored to death in here without you,” He quickly returned the hug, though his focus wasn't on the hug... he couldn't stop staring at her outfit, especially at the tights she was wearing ...That definitely... made things harder considering how her outfit looked with every move she made. He quickly tried to shake the thoughts out of his head and just act casually.

"uhhh who is this?" Craig asked curiously, 

"Oh! Right, this is my... er..." The Doctor glanced over at Y/n for a moment before giving a smile, "Girlfriend! Yes, girlfriend. She's my girlfriend!"

"ohh..." Y/n blushed a little not expecting that to be his excuse, "Hi, Y/n" She introduced herself to Craig the two met and had a small chat about things as people do her normal human way giving the doctor's human persona a much better chance of being believable, 

"How on earth do you put with him?" Craig laughed,

"Ohh you know... I love him" she answered giving the doctor's cheek a kiss,

The Doctor couldn't help but blush a little bit as Y/n kissed his cheek, he was very surprised by how convincing she was at pretending they were actually a couple. The entire thought of her being that convincingly believable made him feel a slight fluttering in his stomach which for someone like him...was unusual. He continued to smile, though it was a little strained from how uncomfortable he was starting to feel being around two regular humans and having to pretend he was just like one of them.

Luckily Y/n knew he was feeling uncomfortable so managed to skirt them away towards his bedroom but Craig stopped the doctor before he could follow her

"Hey, uhh look no issues with you having your girlfriend over but you know maybe... Give me a heads up next time?"

The Doctor glanced over towards Y/n before looking back at Craig and nodding his head. "Oh yes, yes. Next time I'll make sure to mention that she'll be coming over, my apologies." He gave a small apologetic smile, but he secretly just wanted to get out of that conversation and spend time in the bedroom with Y/n.

"no problem, I'm heading off to the pub anyway so... You have fun" Craig winked,

The Doctor gave a small nod before immediately heading over towards the bedroom with Y/n. Once he was inside he let out a long sigh as he closed the door and leaned back against it. "Remind me never to do something like that again! Having to act normal for so long for people is hard."

She giggled "thanks?" She sounded fake offended sitting on the bed, 

"You know what I mean!" The Doctor rolled his eyes playfully at her as he walked further into the room. He went over to his bed and sat down by her, letting out another long sigh before glancing over at her "So, since this is supposed to be a 'normal human night'... What are we supposed to do first? Watch rubbish on TV or order food that will give us a heart attack?"

"rubbish TV, order food, drink beer, and make terrible decisions" she smiled 

He glanced over at her his eyes once again drawn to her outfit and those tights again. "I really don't understand human fashion..."

she chuckled, "What about it?"

"It just looks... uncomfortable. That's all. Just look at the tights you're wearing. You've got to squeeze into them like a sausage!" He looked her up and down for a moment with a small frown on his face while still having issues taking his eyes away from the tights.

"Thanks Doctor!" She said slightly more offended,

The Doctor immediately realized his mistake and shook his head immediately, reaching out gently to take her hands into his. "No, no, no! I didn't mean you! You look lovely, really! I just... I just don't understand how it's even comfortable to wear things like that. And it makes everything so much more difficult for me to focus..."

"you wear a suit and bowtie everyday doctor I'm not sure you can really comment on comfortable outfits besides I like my tights"

"... Fair point, though in my defence those outfits are very fashionable and comfortable! And your tights are... very distracting." He gave a small laugh but he couldn't take his eyes off the way hers were wrapped around her legs as she moved.

she chuckled "You rather I take them off?" She raised an eyebrow,

The Doctor's eyes widened slightly as his mind suddenly became far more empty as the words left her mouth. He stared at her for a moment or two before he mentally slapped himself and quickly shook his head. "... No! I... That's not at all what I meant! I just... they're... distracting! That's all!"

"you are spending too much time down here" she giggled leaning on his headboard "you're becoming a bit too human..."

The Doctor leaned back onto the headboard as he took a sip of the beer, still staring at her legs and those tights. At this point he was completely mesmerized by the way they looked against her skin. "What does that even mean?" The Doctor finally managed to tear his gaze away from her legs and looked over at her, forcing himself to focus on what she was saying for once.

"you’re become predictable. Like a human man."

A look of complete shock immediately took over the Doctor's face in response to her words. He suddenly looked genuinely offended as he looked over at her. "I am not predictable! Predictable? Me? I am the least predictable person you'll ever meet! There is nothing predictable about me at all!" He glared directly at her, not at all happy with how she had labelled him. He clearly did not like being thought of as predictable in the slightest.

"you are becoming predicable down here" she smiled "you’re slowing down... Acting more human"

The Doctor's expression softened after she said that, he went silent for a few seconds, the truth of what she was saying slowly sinking in. He leaned back against the headboard and took another sip of the beer before speaking again. "Maybe... Maybe you're right. Time Lords aren't exactly used to being human. I never wanted to be human... I never wanted to think like one, act like one..." He frowned for a moment before turning his gaze to look at her.

"well it won't be long just till you figure this thing out. Then you can come back to the Tardis and we can go off wherever you need to get back to, an unpredictable, madman with a box that I love so much" she cooed laying her head on his shoulder

A small, genuine smile appeared on his face as she laid against him. He gently put his arm around her and held her close, leaning against her with a happy sigh. "Once I'm myself again, the first thing I'm going to do is take us somewhere completely unexpected. I think it's a good time to finally show you Gallifrey." A look of deep contemplation appeared in his eyes as he looked down at her. He could practically feel his heart pounding.

"... Really?!" She sat up looking into his eyes "You... You would take me there? But you always said you've never taken any companions there?" 

"Yes... I... I will. I'm going to show you my home, I never said anything but now... I want you to see where I came from." He smiled gently, his gaze not leaving her.

Y/n trembled a little tears welling up in her eyes "But... You've had so long, so many other companions you could have taken and ... It's me? I get to go?"

The Doctor nodded his head without an ounce of hesitation in him. "You! Who else would I want to show Gallifrey other than you? You matter most to me." As he continued to look at her, he could see the tears starting and that immediately made him smile even more. "I'll show you everything I can... I'll show you how beautiful the orange skies of Gallifrey are. I'll show you the mountains and the rivers. Everything."

She hugged him tight squeezing him in her arms as she cried tears of joy "Thank you thank you thank you! I promise I'll be on my best behaviour, I'll listen to everything you say, I'll be good and follow all the rules and you can pick my outfit before we go just to make sure!" She began rambling,

The Doctor hugged her back just as tight, holding her securely and smiling happily as he did. He gently pulled her onto his lap and held her against him, rubbing her back as she let out all of her emotions on him. "I'll make sure you have the best experience you could ever imagine while we're there. I'll hold your hand the entire time, you won't even have a chance to misbehave."

she nodded excitedly "okay!"

He gently reached over and brushed a few of her tears away while resting his other hand on her thigh, gently and absentmindedly rubbing her leg a bit. He looked at her and had a small twinge of guilt come to him as he finally realized just how happy she was to share in such an intimate moment with him. 

she giggled looking down at his hand "I should wear tights more often" 

The Doctor immediately realized what he was doing and shook his head, instantly removing his hand with a flustered look on his face as he leaned back against the headboard. "No! No no, I... I need to get my brain under control. Focus on something else, anything..."

She giggled grabbing his hand and putting it back on her thigh"very common human thing, to watch TV and cuddle" she smiled nuzzling into his chest 

He groaned softly as she placed his hand back on her thigh. He wanted to argue against it, but he really didn't want to. He stared at her with a slightly pained frown as he once again started gently rubbing her leg. "Cuddling is a human thing, you're right." He paused for a moment pulling her thighs a little so she sat in his lap before continuing in a mumbled tone. "Though I think I'd rather watch you instead."

She giggled a little about to speak when the bedroom door suddenly opened and in a rush of sudden thought Y/n remembered they had to look like a human couple so immediately grabbed the doctor by the neck and pulled his lips to hers immediately starting a heavy make out as if they had been doing this for hours, He instinctively put his arms around her, wrapping them around her waist and kissing her back, his tongue gently sliding into her mouth. He didn't even react as Craig opened the door, too caught up in what he was doing.

Frankly, her already being in his bed and sitting on his lap was likely enough to sell the illusion already but the kiss was just the sugar on top, 

"Ohh uhh? Sorry for interrupting -" Craig began,

After a few moments of intense kissing, the Doctor pulled away from her for a moment to catch his breath. "Hello, Craig! What's up? Can't you see we're a little busy?" The Doctor quickly said before immediately pulling Y/n closer.

"Right yes sorry just uhh going out I'll be back later. I'll lock the door." Craig nodded a little awkward

"That's fine, no worries! Have fun, we'll probably still be here all night." He quickly went back to kissing her afterwards, gently biting down on her bottom lip.

Craig nodded and shut the bedroom door heading out to go to the pub, 

The Doctor was completely caught up in the kiss, completely focused on the taste of her lips, how good she felt sitting in his lap, how wonderful those tights were still looking... His mind was going a mile a minute while his hand gently and absentmindedly started going up her thigh before he even realized what he was doing.

She blushed hard and kissed back the kisses now turning into a hot and heavy make out her voice moaned into his mouth, his mind exploded from the sound alone. He suddenly couldn’t think about anything but her, completely focused on this new feeling that was overtaking him. He deepened the kiss in response, pulling her closer and running his hand slowly up her back before gently biting down onto her lower lip.

[coldfanbou]

Overdue

Librarian Jihyo on the job. She'll make sure to help you out.

Length 2K

Jihyo x Mreader

You walk into the library and place your things at one of the many tables that dot the perimeter. You grab a book, not paying particular attention to what it's about. Sitting down at the table, you open the book to a random page and glance at the woman behind the check-out counter. Jihyo, she's been working here for a few weeks now, and you haven't been able to keep your eyes off her.  Her tight-fitting button-up reveals her to have large breasts hidden behind her layers of clothing. She's reading through a book of her own, a small smile across her face. For the most part, the library is empty; as you continue to fake reading the book, you see Jihyo close her book and stand up. She leaves the check-out area and walks around the area. She disappears from your sight for a while. The dull sound of her footsteps on the carpeted floor behind you is the only thing that gives you any insight into where she is. She passes by you without so much as giving you a look. Jihyo stays connected to the bookshelf, her fingers sliding across the books' spines as she walks the entire row. When she reaches the end of the row, she turns her head back and catches you looking at her. She chuckles to herself and gives you a friendly wave.

You turn your head, looking around the area before turning to her and waving back nervously. You watch her hips sway as she returns to the check-out area. She sits in her seat and opens her book again. The process repeats another two times. After spending a few hours just staring at her, you figure it’s time to go. You take the book you chose earlier and head to the check-out counter. Jihyo smiles at you as you approach.

"Did you enjoy the book?" 

"A little," you reply. Jihyo squints her eyes a little, keeping her smile on you. 

"Your library card?" 

"Oh, right." You quickly hand her the hand after fumbling with it for a moment.

"You know it's impressive you can read a book when it's upside down." You panic, wondering if you actually had the book upside down the entire time. Jihyo laughs at you. "I guess you weren't reading, were you?" You rub the back of your head, embarrassed to have been caught. Jihyo scans the book you chose before scanning your card. A red light flashes across her screen, and Jihyo tries again. "Looks like you have a book overdue, mister. You can't check this out until you return your last book." Seeing you so nervous, Jihyo laughs again. "Maybe you should stop paying so much attention to me." Jihyo leans forward, the buttons on her shirt straining as they try to keep her breasts from overflowing. "Tell you what, I'll check it out under my name…if you do something for me." 

"Yes…I mean, sure." You say immediately. Jihyo leans to the side to see where other people are in the library. The scarcity of other life reassures her. 

Jihyo taps some keys on her keyboard and waits a moment before looking at you, "Come with me." She leaves her counter and leads you to the back of the library.  A long table sits there with some booth seating around it. Jihyo slides into the empty booth and pats the seat next to her. You sit down and feel Jihyo scoot closer to you. She slides the book you had earlier in front of you. "Read it."

"Read it?" You repeat.

"Or pretend to; it doesn't matter, but I think it would be better if you did." You crack open the book and stare at the words despite wanting to see what Jihyo was going to do. You feel her hand rub your crotch, making a bulge appear. You start to turn your head, but Jihyo threatens you. "Keep reading, or else I'll stop." For your sake, you keep looking at the book, occasionally flipping a page. Jihyo's hand slithers into your pants and fishes your semi-hard cock out. Her soft hand wraps around your shaft, and you feel her tug at it. You try to stifle your moan, "That's a good boy. Keep quiet for me, and I'll make you feel even better." Jihyo says as she starts stroking your shaft at a good pace. You can hear Jihyo keep her moans quiet. Still facing the book, you glance at her, managing to catch her fingering herself in your peripheral vision. 

Jihyo feels precum leak from your cock as she continues to jerk you off. Her hand is quickly covered in the stuff. Jihyo stops her handjob and raises her hand to her nose, taking a small sniff of your precum. She gets under the table and pushes your legs aside. Her hand returns to your shaft as she continues to stroke your cock. Jihyo starts out slow but quickly speeds up. Her hand glides along your shaft until she feels your cock start twitching in her hand. You whine softly, having been denied your orgasm. When the feeling goes away, Jihyo starts again, keeping a slow pace as you feel something warm and wet rub against the head of your cock. You start to groan before slapping your hand over your mouth. Jihyo uses your cock to trace the edges of her tongue before she starts swirling her tongue around it. You buck your hips from the sensation; Jihyo holds you down as she continues. She inches closer until you're inside her mouth; her warm saliva drips from the roof of her mouth onto your cock as she starts bobbing her head. You throw your head back from the pleasure. The sounds of her blowjob are quiet except for the relatively loud breath she lets out. The sound of the front door opening is heard in the distance as Jihyo plays with your balls. She gives them gentle squeezes when not moving them around in her palm. Your cock rubs against the inside of Jihyo's cheek as it twitches again. 

"P-please." You manage to get out. This time Jihyo lets you cum. As your hot load runs down her throat, you hear her drinking it. The way she gulps it all down keeps you hard after you're done. "F-fuck." You say quietly as you try to catch your breath. Jihyo comes up from under the table and uses her fingers to collect any stray pieces of cum. She pulls out a small mirror and checks herself. At the same time that she comes up, a bell at the front rings through the building.

"I'll be back," Jihyo says as she leaves for the front.  She purposely sways her hips as she walks. You spend the time she's gone recovering from your orgasm before she comes back in a slight jog. "All done with that, now we can keep going. Come with me; we need somewhere more comfortable." As you stand, Jihyo takes your cock in her hand and leads you to one of the study rooms. They were small rooms at the corner of the buildings that were often used by students. Jihyo opens the door and locks it behind her. She pushes you onto the table in the middle of the room and starts stripping. She undoes one button and the zipper to her pants, letting them fall around her. Jihyo's lacy light blue panties are soaked through, and your cock twitches at the sight. Jihyo walks up to you and leans over. "Why don't you unbutton my shirt for me? I know you were staring at them earlier." She says while grabbing one of her breasts. While you slowly unbutton her shirt, Jihyo makes sure you stay hard by slowly stroking your shaft. One by one, they come undone until her shirt can't contain her tits any longer. Jihyo's breasts spilled out of her shirt; her bra was the only thing between you and them. It was light blue, much like her panties with sheer lacy edges. They barely hid Jihyo's nipple from you. 

Jihyo smirks, knowing you can't take your eyes off her chest. She squeezes your cock hard enough for you to regain yourself but not enough to hurt you. "Keep going," she says in a teasing voice. When you finish unbuttoning her shirt, Jihyo lets it slip off her arms. Now left in her bra and panties, Jihyo lets you stare at her body, continuing to stroke your cock as you imagine what it must feel like to fuck her. "Well? Are you going to touch me?" She asks. You reach out and squeeze her breasts. A low sensual moan escapes her mouth, with a satisfied laugh coming soon after. Jihyo climbs on top of you, pressing your face into her cleavage as she slides your cock between her lower lips. You both moan from the sensation; holding onto Jihyo’s hips, you start to push her down on your cock. The warm feeling as her pussy envelops your cock makes you shiver. You watch Jihyo close her eyes as she sinks down. Once you're buried inside of her, Jihyo grinds against you. Slow back-and-forth movements drive you crazy and make you want more. 

You unlatch her bra with one hand and throw it to the side before attaching yourself to her left tit. You squeeze her large mound with your free hand. Jihyo's moans fill the small room as you aid her in her movements. Soon she's riding you, her body bouncing up and down on your cock. Jihyo's arms wrap around your head as she holds you to her nipple. "Suck on my tits, baby," she moans. You focus on the small nub in your mouth, flicking it with your tongue. Jihyo's moans fuel your actions as you stand up. Now carrying Jihyo, you hold onto her soft bottom as you thrust into her. Her body jumps up with every thrust before falling back down on your cock where she impales herself. Her cunt becomes tight as your thrusts become wild. Jihyo lifts your head up and kisses you, her tongue warmly welcoming you as you kiss her back. 

You pin Jihyo against the wall, continuing your thrusts as her hands run through your hair. Her legs wrap around you, keeping you from pulling out. "Fill my pussy," she whispers into your ear. You're driven over the edge and plunge your cock into Jihyo before you paint her walls white with your cum. You feel her legs tighten around you as she cums on your cock. You move Jihyo onto the table. She leans against the wall as you pull out. You feel her cunt fight you, not wanting to let you go. When you're finally out, Jihyo scoops some of your cum and watches it run down her fingers. She pulls you into another kiss as she fingers herself. "Zip yourself up, honey. I'm going to be a while. You can take the book; just make sure you bring it back in two weeks. Or else I might have to punish you." 

"Maybe I want a punishment," you respond. Jihyo just smirks at you. You zip up your pants and leave Jihyo in the room collecting your things before you go. 

Not being able to wait, you come in the next day with the book. Jihyo sits at her counter and smiles at you when she notices. "Back so soon? Did you even read the book?" 

"I think I might need some help understanding it, and I was hoping you could help me."

Jihyo smirks. "I think that could be arranged. Meet me in the study room." Jihyo stands up, stretching before leaning in and whispering, "Strip down for me; I'll be there soon to teach you. You better be ready for some long lessons." Jihyo smiles, enjoying the fact that her job just became more fun.

[pinievsev]

11 and 26 w my boy ajax please!

Right! I have an absolutely amazing idea for this, so imma write it even tho I'm supposed to be sleeping- heh!

Sneaking out

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Pairing: Ajax Petropolus x !gn reader

Warnings: none really, just a bunch of fluff!

Synopsis: reader is anxious and Ajax, who noticed decided to help. (Confession)

Prompts used: 7."Someone's coming!" And 26. "I hope you know what you're doing" "so do I."

Proofread: nope lol

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It was pretty late, around 11pm, Friday night, you however couldn't sleep. Or do anything for the matter, you didn't know why, but you've been anxious lately. The only person who knew was your best friend Ajax Petropolus, a Gorgon you had befriended the second you got to Nevermore.

You were laying in bed, in a sweater and your uniform pants, legs hanging off the sides you stared at the ceiling aimlessly untill you heard a knock at your door. 'who could it be this late?!' you thought getting up to open the door, only to be greeted by your best friends and long time crush's smile "Ajax?" You smiled "hi" he said, his smile still fixated on his face.

"what's up?" You asked suspiciously, what could he want this late "nothing, I have a question however" he tilted his head to the side slightly "ask then" you replied tilting your own head "do you wanna see this cool place I accidentally found last night?" Your smile widened and you nodded "sure, of course!" "Great, come on, we don't want to get caught" you nodded exiting your dorm room and closing the door behind you as quietly as possible.

You followed Ajax around the halls of Nevermore, him holding your hand the whole time, as if scared you'd get lost, you must have been almost there when you heard footsteps "someone's coming!" You whisper-shouted and pulled him behind a nearby pillar, seconds later you saw Ms. Thornhill pass by, flipping through a book and mumbling giberish. "Phew that was close" he said wiping fake sweat off of his forehead "I know- and weird" you mumbled the last bit.

"right let's go" he said pulling you along onece again "I hope you know what you're doing" you said "so do I." He replied as you stopped Infront of an average sized raven statue "check this out" he said enthusiastically taking a pin out of his pocket and poking the raven's eye with it. You were confused for a second untill the statue started to move revealing an old wooden door with a silver handle decorated with flower carvings "I don't even want to know how you figured this out" you laughed him following your actions "wise choice" he joked.

He moved forward, still not letting go of your hand he used his own free one to open the door revealing a beautiful room, with vines on the walls benches along the walls, torches on them aswell and even a bookshelf on the far back, it wasn't much but it was cool "whoa" you exclaimed looking around in awe "cool right?" He asked his smile never dropping off his face "right" "well come on then" he pulled you to a bench Infront of the bookshelf and sat down next to you, you rested your legs on his and grabbed a random book "let's see" you said dusting off the cover "the history of Nevermore" you read and smiled up at him "cool!" He said moving closer to get a good look at the book.

This made you blush but, he didn't see, or so you thought. "Wanna read a bit?" You asked and he nodded putting his head on your shoulder as you started reading, a while later you looked down at him, he was looking right back with a look of admiration or love even, you smiled once again, "what?" "Nothing" you started at him, your breath hitching for some reason "you alright?" He asked his smile switching for a worried stare as he lifted his head from your shoulder "yeah I'm fine" you assured him. "Are you sure?" You nodded "if you say so... Anyways" he started "I actually took you here to tell you something" you nodded.

He moved his body a little so he could look at you better "I'm just going to say it, listen y/n, I like you, like, like you. Alot and I get it if you don't feel the same bu-" you cut him off, pulling him in by his collar and kissing him passionately "I like you too Ajax" his eyes widened "seriously?" You nodded "I have for a while now actually" "i- wow I don't know what to say" he stammered "then don't" "wha-" you pulled him back in for another passionate kiss, this time he returned the favour kissing you back with just as much passion.

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Wow! I absolutely loved writing this!I feel like my writing is getting much better actually! What do you think?! Hope it reached your expectations 😅.

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Because you're mine. {Chapter 2}

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Paring: bangchan!afab reader, ot8! Reader

Rating: explicit (eventually)

Genre: mafia au

Warnings: eventual smut but not in this chapter, referenced kidnapping, slight yandere!chan

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

Chapter 2: velvet sheets

“You’re staying in this room” Chan leads me into a luxurious looking bedroom, it has a queen sized bed with velvet sheets on top. “h..huh?” I Question looking at him, unsure on what is going on. A room this fancy? For me?

“Keep your mouth shut, don’t make a fuss about it. And here; put these on.. NOW.” he shoves a black Lacey nightgown into my arms, turning around as he waits for me to change.

What even is his problem, he literally took me away from the world and is hiding me from the outside it seems.

“I..I’m done..” I mutter, Chan turns around and scans his eyes over my body; smiling slightly as an approval.

“Good. Now stay here, do whatever to keep you busy there’s; books, paper and pens, do something, I’ll be back in a few hours.” He leaves, locking the door before I can utter another word.

My legs feel weak and tired, i start walking, towards the bookshelf next to the large window, looking for some sort of distraction. My eyes scan each book carefully, but nothing ends up peaking my intrest. I sigh, grabbing the first book on the top shelf and heading towards the bed, laying down. Not long after I feel drowsiness creeping into my body, soon after I start falling into an uneasy sleep, hopefully this is all just a bad dream

After about 5 hours or so I wake up to the sound of the bedroom door opening, my eyes still shut but my body reacts to the noise.

it’s Chan, the one who brought me here. He stands in the doorway, observing me. Slowly I open my eyes and sit up. As my vision adjusts to the rooms lighting I notice something about Chan, something strange.. he looks hurt almost. I walk up to him to get a closer look.

“Is.. is that blood? What happened are you okay..?!” My eyes widen in a panic, somethings wrong. Somethings really wrong.

“Shh.. shh please calm down.” He replies, pushing me backwards onto the bed and covering my mouth. I squirm under him kicking my legs around; trying to get him off of me.

“Stop. I’m not going to hurt you. Just be fucking quiet already.”

I listen to his command and do as he says, sitting myself back against the wall.

“Why are you..c-covered in blood..?” My words tremble, as I try to keep myself calm.

“Had to get rid of a few people in my way.”

“Get r-rid of.. what do you.. mean..?”

“Murder. I killed them.”

He mumbles under his breath, looking disappointed to be telling me.

“Wh-…what the actual fuck.”

My body freezes up. He’s killed people.. HE KILLS PEOPLE. I could be next, he’s a random guy who kidnapped me.. I wouldn’t be surprised.

“Look, you’d probably find out eventually so I told you myself. Sweetheart, look at me.” Chan puts his thumb under my chin, making me look at him.

“Like I’ve said, I’m not gonna hurt you, unless I desperately have to BUT, I don’t intend to harm you.”

His words comfort me slightly but I’m still confused. If he doesn’t intend to harm me then why is he keeping me safe? I want answers and I know there is no chance of getting any when he won’t answer me straight away, but I will find out soon enough, hopefully.

“Either way i need you to come with me, there’s some people you need to meet. If I don’t introduce you to them I’m not sure what they’ll do to you.”

He offers me his hand, leading me out of the room. As we Walk down the hall way my eyes lock to his hand, studying the expensive rings as well as the watch he’s wearing, it looks expensive. Hell, everything about him and this place seems expensive.

We make our way to what seems like a dining hall, Chan sits down with me at the long wooden table, squeezing my hand under the table to help me stay ‘calm’.

Not long after several guys sit at the table, most of them looking at me wondering who I am.

“Mmm… who’s this?” One of the men say, he has a decently deep voice with an Australian accent, enough to make me feel weak and uncomfortable at the same time.

Chan clears his throat in response. “She’s mine, isn’t that right, yeah?” He turns to me, squeezing my hand so hard that it’s almost painful, signalling me to say yes in response to the question thrown at me.

“M-mhm..” I nod and pull a slight smile, Chans grip moves from my hand to my thigh, squeezing it tightly. Everyone’s eyes are on us, they’re looking at me with dark eyes; like they’re foxes and I’m their prey.

“Well then, guess I should introduce them already..” he says as he pulls me into his lap.

“So in order from left to right.. Hyunjin, Minho, Changbin, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin and Han.”

Tears fill my eyes as I stare at the strangers, did they get kidnapped too? No, they’re all in fancy outfits, they couldn’t be. It wouldn’t make sense.

After what feels like 5 minutes of complete silence I decide to speak up,

“So w-what do you guys do for a living? I know you kill people but.. what else? Why?” I say softly, tilting my head with curiosity.

“Chan didn’t tell you already?” The blue haired one speaks up; Felix. “You’re staying with the Mafia right now.”

“wha.. the Mafia? There has to be some sort of mistake I just wanted to go home and I-” I cry out, trying to hold anymore tears from dripping down my cheeks.

“Now if you’ll excuse us.” Chan says bluntly before I get a chance to speak, grabbing my hand he pulls me towards the guest room I was in before

“Why… why me? Out of everyone you could’ve taken!?”

Instead of answering Chan sighs and stares at me before lifting up my chin and kissing me softy, the kiss only lasted a few seconds; his lips were plump and soft making it comfortable. “Hopefully that answers it.” He mumbles walking out of the room, he didn’t say anything after that, the only thing I could hear is the door slamming, leaving me alone and confused.

Why? Why is he doing this? What does he want from me?

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

Question for sports doctor Jaune has he ever had to deal with anti vaccine protest outside his clinic

Jaune yawned as he proceeded to get ready for his day at work. "Not really, no. I'm a small clinic for the most part compared to more corporate medical centers, so I'm not usually a good target that would get a lot of attention." Jaune took a sip of his coffee and walked out of one of the exam rooms after finishing the brief set up for it and towards the lobby/waiting area.

"And when they do show up I don't really deal with them myself. It is private property so whenever protesters do show up for whatever reason, I don't really pay them much mind. It's only if they start bothering my clients that'll I just ask them to leave or I'll call the police. Some of my patients are in recovery and don't need the stress of dealing with getting around that kind of thing. If they want to protest for their beliefs, that's fine. Just do it by the sidewalk and not right outside my door where you'll be in random people's way."

"Doctor Arc, your first... several appointments are here early, would you be ready for them now?"

Jaune sighed as his receptionist, a young antelope faunus, caught him before he could actually get to the lobby. "Sure thing Ash, just finish up the opening work and I'll see to them. Hopefully this means we will be able to go on a bit of a longer break later." Ash nodded and went off to do as the doctor asked.

Jaune grabbed the door handle, but just before he opened it, another thought crossed his mind. "Oh and... well... most of my patients aren't the kind of people to be intimidated or influenced by a crowd of protesters."

Jaune opened the door to reveal the mixed kickboxer Yang Xiao Long and olympic decathlon star Pyrrha Nikos arm wrestling on his corner table while sitting on the couch that pressed up against it. Fencer and ballet star Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee family casually reading a book from the nearby bookshelf. Several time gymnast and kendo champion Blake Belladonna stretching in a show of extreme flexibility. Powerlifter and professional wrestler Elm Ederne casually lifting up a two person couch with her friend/protege Nora Valkyrie helping her to move it to get a better view of one of the TV's, while Nora's fiance martial Artist and gymnast Lie ren casually sat on top of said sofa. All right as the door burst open to see top sprinters and marathon runners Harriet Bree and Ruby Rose come rushing in, panting from the race they just had on their way.

"Yup... not the easiest people to intimidate at all really."

[127tyong]

Sticker

Pairing: Taeyong X Reader

Genre: Smut, Childhood Friends AU, Reader is in her 20s, Caught Masturbating (Taeyong)

Warnings: (This is so vanilla. Like, the most vanilla shit I've ever written. It's just sex y'all.)

Word Count: 3k

In your eyes, Taeyong was practically a baby. You grew up living in the same neighborhood as him, and would constantly go to his house after school. You always had a key to wherever he was living, even after you both entered the workforce and were adults, you would still go to his house and spend time with him, comforting each other.

You would never admit this, since Taeyong was such a nerd, but you always thought he was cute. After all, you spent your entire life with him, watching his highs and lows. Something about him made you giggle and your heart palpitate.

But today, after work, you went to his house, wanting to drink with him since you were stressed out, but he wasn’t home. Slipping off your heels, you massaged your feet through your stockings. Finally deciding to just go through his manga collection, you laid on his bed, and flipped through a random edition of  “One Piece,” of which Taeyong owned the entire collection.

After about 30 minutes, you heard the front door click open, then lock shut as Taeyong returned home. “You’re here?” Taeyong asked from the living room after he saw your shoes by the door.

“Yeah!” You called back, not wanting to move from the warmth of his bed.

“Ugh, I'm so tired…” Taeyong mumbled as he walked through the door, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Taeyong’s eyes widened after he saw you on his bed. “What are you doing? You’re breaking the spine!” Taeyong ran to grab the book from you, but you pushed him away.

“God… you’re such a fucking nerd.” You scoffed as Taeyong practically got on his knees and whined, begging you to give him the manga back.

“Excuse me, I prefer the term “otaku”, thank you very much!” Taeyong rolled his eyes. “Now let go!” His face was resting on your stomach as he shook your arms.

You tossed the paperback book onto his bed. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Hey! That’s my precious Nami cover page!” Taeyong scurried to pick up the book and placed it back onto his bookshelf.

“You only like her because she has big boobs.” You scoffed. 

“No, it’s not like that!” He sighed, joining you under the covers of his twin sized bed, his face uncomfortably close to yours. “Besides, she’s not even my ideal type.”

“Whatever you say.” Sighing, you pat Taeyong’s head. He always did need more comforting than anyone else you had ever been friends with. The whiny, clingy, version of Taeyong remained the same even after all these years.

Taeyong rubbed his face on the collar of your button up shirt, his arms tightening around your waist. “Am I hurting you?” And kind of, he was practically resting all of his body weight on your chest. He was way too comfortable with lying on your boobs as a grown man. 

“Ugh, you should really buy a bigger bed, you have a huge bedroom just to fill it up with manga and figures. How are you planning on ever getting married?” You ran your hands through his hair, your fingernails scratching his head.

Taeyong sat up, getting off you. He slid his glasses back on and brushed his hair back into place. “Do you want to drink with me?”

Taeyong snorted, shifting to look you in the eye. “You really think I’ll get married?”

You pulled his glasses off and fluffed his hair up. “You know, you’d look really good if you actually wanted to…” Your hands slid down his cheeks, your palms cupping his jaw, feeling the sharp bone on your fingertips. Biting your lip, you really thought he looked good, even with his glasses on. He couldn't hide his pretty face behind thick glasses frames or a messy haircut, and you knew it.

~

Taeyong swallowed another shot, the bottle practically empty. He was sitting on his living room floor, a movie playing in the background.

“Tyong, don’t you think that's enough?” Sitting on the couch behind him, you only let yourself take a few sips of your drink, not letting your eyes leave Taeyong, worried he would do something stupid the moment you did.

He was always like this… Never able to feel how drunk or high he was until he was past the point of no return. You had many memories of him in college where he poured 4 shots of vodka into his Coke, saying it wasn’t even strong, then blacking out in the living room, passing out, waking up, and finally joining you in your bed.

“Come on, let's go to bed.” You helped him stand up, his arm around your shoulders. 

You grabbed the bottle from him. “Yongie, that’s enough.”

“You’re no fun!” He whined, his head hitting your knee.

Taeyong whined, his voice almost grating. “No…! Stay and drink with me!”

You sighed, dragging Taeyong into his bedroom. “Fuck!” You stubbed your toe against his dresser. You dropped Taeyong, instinctively grabbing your toe. “Sorry! I’m sorry!” You looked down at Taeyong, who was too drunk to realize you had even dropped him, and you tossed him onto his bed. You unbuttoned his shirt for him, trying to get him comfortable so he could sleep.

“Do my pants.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes with his arm.

“No, I don’t really want to.” You sighed. 

“Fine.” He went under his blanket and took his pants off himself.

“I’m going home.” You rolled your eyes, not wanting to deal with drunk Taeyong anymore.

“No..!” He whined, sitting up. “Come here.”

How could you say no to that face? “Fine. Only until you sleep.” You took your bra and stockings off, then joined him. 

You sat on the edge of his bed, tucking him into bed. “Good night, Taeyong.”

He grabbed onto your wrist before you could even stand up. “Just until I sleep?” He begged, pouting.

His hot breath was next to your face, and it was sick how naturally his arm wrapped around your waist. It was disgusting how Taeyong made your heart flutter, but he didn’t even think twice about you. You knew he only cared about two things, himself, and his manga collection. But even still, you let yourself imagine what it would’ve been like if Taeyong liked you back, so you let yourself fall asleep in his arms.

~

“Shit. Fuck. What did I do?” You felt Taeyong sit up next to you, his arms ripping off your waist.

“What?” You asked groggily, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up.

Taeyong ran out of bed, quickly grabbing some pants out of his closet. “Did we… uh…” 

“What? No. You were drunk. Besides, I don’t think you could fuck me even if you were sober.” You pulled the covers up over your chest. “Can I steal some clothes? I have work in…” You grabbed your phone off the charger. “40 minutes.”

“Yeah, I think I have some of your clothes from the last time you slept over.” Taeyong looked in his dresser, tossing you one of your old shirts and skirts. 

“Do you mind if I wear some of your boxers?” You hooked your bra back on, watching Taeyong go through his closet.

“I’m sorry?” Taeyong deeply exhaled.

“Well, it’s not like I can wear these panties for a 2nd day. Besides, you wash your underwear… right?” You buttoned your shirt up.

“Um…” Taeyong tossed a pair of black boxers at you. “I’m gonna shower… or something.” He left you in his room, waving his hand around.

You got dressed and made your way to his bathroom.

“What the fuck!” Taeyong screamed, his shower curtain blocking your view of him, but he stuck his head out.

“I just need to brush my hair and my teeth! You don’t mind if I use your toothbrush, right?” You started to comb your hair with his brush.

“I guess not? Just get out!” Taeyong retracted his head back into the shower.

You brushed your teeth. “You’re the best! I’m gonna head out after this!”

~

“Fuck, I forgot my phone.” You realized when you were already at work.

You decided to head back to Taeyong's house during your lunch break.

When you went inside, you tried to be as quiet as possible, so as to not scare any of his neighbors, but you assumed Taeyong was still at work.

When you went into Taeyong’s room, you were unprepared for what you saw.

“Fuck! What are you doing Taeyong?” You hissed at him.

He was laying on his bed, cock in his hand, cum dripping all over his abs and fingers. And in his other hand were your panties, pressed against his face like a pervert. Whiny moans, moaning your name escaped his mouth.

“I- I’m sorry!” Taeyong jumped up, trying to walk towards you. 

You instinctively backed up, not knowing what to say. If he was a teenage boy, you could make an excuse for him, saying he’s just a kid… But he’s nearly 30, and you know he wasn’t even a virgin, since you both lost your virginity in high school. You really didn’t think he even masturbated while thinking about actual girls, assuming he just watched hentai. And you certainly didn’t think he masturbated while thinking about you. 

So, you mumbled the only thing you could really think at that point. “You’re gonna get cum on me.”

Taeyong sighed and slid some pants on and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

You grabbed your phone off the floor and nearly ran out of his house.

“Wait!” Taeyong called after you.

You waved him off, not even wanting to make eye contact with him.“Taeyong, I really don’t wanna talk to you-” 

He grabbed your shoulder, stopping you. 

“Tae-” You sighed, your hand already on the doorknob, ready to leave.

His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you in a back hug. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled. “You know that right?”

“I have to go to work.” You sighed, sliding your phone into your jacket pocket.

“I’m really sorry, I promise I am, I promise I will never do that again…” You felt tears on your neck, and the water on Taeyong’s hands made your stomach cold.

He was so pathetic, like a little baby begging his mommy for forgiveness after breaking a vase. 

You turned around and kissed the tears off his cheeks, petting his head, soothing him. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”

That was a lie. A ball of anger, frustration, and nerves started filling your throat. You tried to swallow it down, but it didn’t let you. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you forced yourself to face Taeyong and hug him.

“I’m sorry…” He whined, holding onto your waist.

“I know, but you understand that was hard for me to walk in on, right?” You tried to pull away from the hug, but his grip didn’t loosen. His boner kept poking you, rubbing against your stomach. You wondered how he could be hard in this situation, in front of you after you saw that… Your cheeks flushed, not knowing how to handle the thought of Taeyong fucking you, his moans so raw and pathetic, his head thrown back. “Taeyong, let go, I have to go back to work…”

“No.” He whined into your ear. 

You sighed, pulling out your phone and texting your boss something urgent came up at home and you wouldn’t be able to come back, which was only a half lie. “Fine…”

“You know I love you, right?” Taeyong kissed your neck, tickling you. He pushed you against the front door, pinning you there. You silently wondered when he’d let you go, his hands falling down your back and onto your hips, his chin still resting on your shoulder.

“Of course, I love you too.” You pat his back, wishing he’d get off you. 

“Would you… suck me off?” Taeyong finally let go of you, taking half a step back.

“What? Taeyong, I think you’ve just been single too long…” You shook your head, forcing it to clear of any impure thoughts, any hope, any expectations.

Taeyong’s thumb glazed over your lips, his fingers gently brushing over your neck, making you look up into his eyes. Eyes that lost their innocent, child-like look, and that have turned dark, lustful. Lustful for you. “Don’t you want me?”

“Taeyong, let's stop this already…” You mumbled through Taeyong’s thumb.

Taeyong’s lips made contact with your neck, licking its most sensitive spot. “I don’t think you really want to.” He was gentle, sweetly sucking, making you press your head back, your back arching.

A whiny voice escaped your throat, a voice you never knew you could make. You clutched onto Taeyong’s waist, your fingers digging into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling him towards you. 

You felt Taeyong’s lips curl into a smirk on your neck. His hands swept down to your shirt collar, unbuttoning your shirt, then sliding towards your back to unhook your bra. His hands explored your body, a body he’s touched multiple times, yet he’s touching you as if it was his first. Squeezing your breasts in his hands, then immediately going under your skirt, rubbing your clit through his boxers.

“Can’t believe you’re wearing my boxers… Fucking hell.” Taeyong gritted his teeth, pushing your shoulders down, forcing you on the floor.

You slid his sweatpants down, his cock slapping his stomach before hitting your lips. Licking the cum off his dick, you let yourself swallow everything, looking up at Taeyong. Kissing the tip of his cock, you gently edged him, licking, kissing, but not actually sucking it.

Taeyong laughed to himself, biting his lip. “Fuck… the girl I was just masturbating to is on her knees in front of me…” His pretty moans kept you going, cockhead nearly turning purple from being teased from your kisses. “Ugh, hurry up, please…” He groaned, words stretched out from throwing his neck back.

“Why should I?” You spoke, his dick still on your lips, causing the soundwaves of your voice to vibrate against him. “You’ve been nothing but mean to me today, so why should I?”

“You’re too fucking mean… Watched me humiliate myself and still won’t help me…” Taeyong’s hands reached the back of your head, fingers interlaced into your hair. “I’ll do it myself then.” 

Your lips parted on their own, throbbing cock sliding into your mouth. He started gentle, not wanting to hurt you, but he gradually let himself go, thrusting harder down into your throat, hitting the back. Choking on it caused your eyes to start tearing up, the sloppy sound of your saliva echoing in his living room. You slapped on his thighs, trying to get him to stop, his grip on your hair just tightening. Taeyong thrusted thrice, before pulling out and squirting his cum on your lips and cheeks.

You coughed a bit, stroking your throat to help the feeling of an abused throat go away. “Taeyong! What the fuck?”

“You look cute when you’re covered in my cum.” Taeyong went into the kitchen then tossed you a towel.

Wiping your face off, you lazily stood up, going back into Taeyong’s bedroom, tossing yourself onto his bed, Taeyong following. “I was right.”

“I’m gonna fuck the source of my horny dreams.” Taeyong mumbled, biting his lip. 

“About what?” Taeyong watched you undress yourself, tossing your clothes on the floor.

“It’s going to be hard to have sex on a twin sized bed, you should’ve bought a king, or queen at least…” You pulled down the boxers you were wearing, sliding onto your hands and knees. “Are you ready?”

He hurriedly slid his length inside you, plunging in. Hands grabbed around your waist, forcing you up, pressing his body into yours, lips nibbling at your neck and ear. Taeyong’s long, longer and harder than a man who’s came a thousand times already should be. Fucking you like a virgin, like he’s never fucked a girl before, whiny, pathetic, moaning your name into your ear, ragged, unpredictable thrusts, hurting your core. His hands made their way down to your clit, rubbing circles into it. “Do you feel good?” He asked between heavy breaths, the heat of his gasps for air on your neck. He felt like his dick would melt inside you, sucking him in, so warm. He swore he could feel your heartbeat while he was inside you, your legs shaking and vibrating from how aroused you were. 

It was nearly idiotic of him to even ask, your cries louder than his moans, feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed. He was too much, doing everything he could to make you climax all at once. “Fuck! Yes!” You screamed at him, about to cry from how good you felt all at once. It was almost sickening how even while having sex with you, he still wanted to make sure you felt good, and how he didn’t even realize how much you liked it…

“So much better than I ever dreamed of.” Taeyong’s fingers are covered in your juices, making him lick them. “Taste even better.” Your neck was bitten up, hickeys that wouldn’t go away for weeks, and trailed down to your shoulder. 

You wondered if Taeyong felt the same way about you… If he loved you the way you loved him, if you were the last thought he had before he went to bed, and the first in the morning… Wanton moans in your ear made your fears subside, figuring he could only act like this because he loves you. He was so romantic, even if he didn’t realize it. Constantly reminding you how good you feel around his cock, how pretty you are… Everything about Taeyong made you dizzy.

“Taeyong, I’m gonna…” Your head fell forward, toes curling, whining for him.

“Me too, cum with me…” Taeyong’s fingers returned to your clit, trying to make you climax.

“Taeyong, Taeyong… Taeyong!” You moaned his name out as you reached your climax.

“I love you! I love you so much…” He screamed as he came into your womb, thick ropes of white cum filling you up. He dropped you, making you plop onto the bed.

You backed up, sitting on his bed. “I, um, should take a shower… and eat lunch…” You clutched on your stomach, womb abused.

Taeyong hummed. “Say it back.” He cupped your cheek, wiping your tears.

“Say what?” Your back hit the wall as you sat.

“Tell me you love me.” Taeyong started kissing you, looking at you with those big, innocent, brown eyes. Looking at you as if your neck wasn’t covered in his bite marks, as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out.

“You know I love you.” You kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck. “I love you.”

He pushed you, making you lay back down. “Good.” He lined his cock back up to your pussy lips. “Then I’ll fuck you some more, alright?”

“Ugh… Only if you buy a bigger bed tomorrow, and get your manga collection out of the bedroom.” You pressed a hand against his cheek, pouting.

“Only if you marry me.”

[pssy-wagn]

@destielmonth

Day 9: The End

Title: Bedtime Stories

"... the end."

"Another! Another!" Jack exclaims before Dean even closes the storybook.

Faking a yawn, Dean stretches as he looks at the fully stocked bookshelf, "Jack, don't you wanna go to sleep instead? It's almost ten now."

"I'm not tired!"

"How are you still awake? When I was five, I was constantly tired at this time."

Throwing off his Batman blanket, Jack hops off his bed to search for another book. Pulling a random one out, he smiles widely as he crawls back in bed, giving Dean the book. Looking at the cover, Dean sighs as he settles in- knowing it’s going to be a long night.

“Rapunzel. Okay, let’s start this.”

Putting his arm around Jack, his son rests his head on his soft belly. Kissing the top of his head, he reminds him of the time again, “Alright, Jack, it’s a little after ten. After this one, it’s bedtime. Got it?”

Nodding, Jack opens the book for Dean to start.

“Once upon a time there was a girl trapped in the tallest castle-”

“How do they know it was the tallest?”

“Umm, I don’t know it doesn’t say. So she was trapped in the tallest castle-”

“Why?”

“Because she got trapped.”

“How?”

“Let me read it to find out.”

Flipping through the pages in a hurry, Dean pretends to search for an answer, “We don’t know; it never explains it. Okay. Once upon a time there was a girl trapped in the tallest castle with long hair-”

“She never got it cut?”

“No. She’s like Uncle Sammy. The more people told her to get it cut, she refused. Okay? No more questions. Alright, once upon a time-”

“I want water.”

“Go get some water; I’ll be right here.”

As Jack goes to get a glass of water, Dean lets out a frustrated groan, “I just wanna sleep.”

When Jack comes back sipping his cup, Dean is in the middle of closing the book, “The end.”

“What?”

“What? The story is over.”

“You didn’t stop when I left?”

“You never said I had to. But uh, yeah, story’s over; now it’s bedtime.”

“Nooooo. One more so I can actually hear it.”

“Fine. I’m picking though.”

Getting up, he picks the thinnest book, “Here we go; Piglet’s Windy Day.”

“Noooo come on, that one’s too small.”

“You mean too short, son. Plus, it’s my choice and I choose this one.”

Pouting his lips, he gives Dean sad puppy dog eyes. Dean gives in to that way too easy and way too much. Today is no exception either.

“Fine,” Grabbing another book, he positions themselves the same way they were when they began.

“The Velveteen Rabbit. You know, this one is your Papa’s favorite. His grandmother used to read it to him every time. There once was a rabbit…”

Getting curious about what is taking Dean so long to come back to bed, Cas goes to the kitchen. Not finding Dean in the kitchen, living room, or the restroom, he makes his way to Jack’s room. When he hears Jack’s whispering voice, he knows Dean is in there. Slowly poking his head in, he smiles as he appears in the doorway, looking down at the soft sight before him. Jack is finishing The Velveteen Rabbit to a sleeping Dean. Noticing Cas in the doorway, Jack smiles as he silently shushes him with a tiny finger to his mouth and pointing to Dean. Entering all the way, Cas shakes his head at the fondness.

“Daddy needs to sleep.”

“He is sleeping.”

“Daddy needs to sleep in his own bed with Papa.”

Softly shaking him awake, Dean wakes up, “Hmph?”

“Dean. You fell asleep again in Jack’s room. Jack, I told you just one story. How many did you boys read this time?”

“Three,” Dean says through his loud yawn.

“Jack?”

“Sorry, daddy.”

“Go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

When Dean gets off the bed, Jack snuggles himself under the covers as his two fathers kiss him goodnight. As soon as they close the door, Dean sighs, “How come he only says ‘okay’ with you and not with me?”

“Because he knows when I say I’m reading one book, it means one book. You’re too wrapped around his little finger.”

Spanking his butt on the way back to his room, Dean tells him, “I’m the fun one though so either way, I win.”

“Go to sleep, Dean.”

“Make me.”

“Please go the fuck to sleep.”

Laughing, he crawls into bed and is out as soon as his head hits his pillow.

[justkpopjokes]

Rune & Written Wizardry

Ft. Jeonghan + gender-neutral!reader

AU: magic bookkeepers

Word Count: 963

A/N: Leave it to me to make a 1 word prompt into an unserious-but-still-totally-serious fantasy au lmaoo. @loving-doyoung​ you requested this so long ago that your url is different LMFAO

It’s a quiet day at your family’s bookstore. Not many people have come in today—go figure, it’s a Tuesday morning—so your father sent you to the back of the store to take inventory of some older books. Predicting a slow day, you invited your friend Jeonghan over to help.

The both of you were upstairs in the attic; Jeonghan is cleaning some shelves while you’re re-cataloguing books so to be moved downstairs.

The next book you’re logging is a cookbook:

Signora Orechietta’s Razzling Recipes… Mmm, pasta.

This isn’t an ordinary cookbook, though, which is evident as you open to a random page and the warm smell of pie hits you in the face. Another page spread has a richer smell of soup. It’s almost like the food is right below your nose—every word your eyes take in is like another tasty bite.

Smells just like Mom’s cooking…

Your daydreaming about lunch is only interrupted by a loud “OOF!” followed by echoing thuds.

“Are you…okay?” You ask aloud, leaning back to look through the doorway beside you.

“Do I sound okay?” Jeonghan grumbles, kneeling down to pick up the stack of books he had dropped.

“Har har,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Okay, but like, seriously.”

“Yes, I’m fine. I finished clearing out that bookshelf over there,” Jeonghan responds.

Jeonghan walks up to you, adding the books to the precarious stack accumulating at your feet. There’s a lot to sift through, which is exactly why you need an extra pair of hands.

“Why’d you need my help, though?” Jeonghan sighs, reclining on the slightly dusty (but comfy nonetheless) armchair behind you. “Wonwoo would love this place! We both know he’s more bookish than I am. Why not ask him?”

“Mm, I like you better,” you tease.

“Okay, but like, seriously.” Jeonghan replies, mirroring your previous words.

“Because he’d get distracted and forget the point of what we’re doing,” you laugh, “and besides, he doesn’t know about the family business.”

“I’m sure he’d understand.”

“Maybe, but my dad wants to keep this as secret as possible. You found out by accident, remember?”

“True. Introducing him to magic books will probably be a disaster, anyway. We’d have to drag him out of here!”

You laugh, closing the cookbook, which cuts off the smell of home cooked meals. Picking up a pen, you jot down the details of the book in a logbook.

TITLE: Signora Orechietta’s Razzling Recipes

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED: August 12, 1957

CONTENTS: variety cookbook

ODDITY: enchantment; can smell recipes by reading the words

Once the cookbook is properly catalogued and sorted into a stack, you pick up another. Your family’s selection had anything from flying books to spell books and everything in between. You had read most of them throughout your childhood, though your parents prohibited you from reading any high-level spell books for your own safety. Taking inventory may just be your chance to take a peek at some more complicated magic…

Before you can attempt to grab an even remotely dangerous book, your father shouts something from the staircase.

“We have a problem!” Your dad yells, stumbling up the steps.

“Careful, Dad!” You shout, running up to him. “You could’ve tripped on the way up!”

“It’s the Society, they said—wait, who is—?”

“It’s just Jeonghan, Dad. He knows about the Society already, remember?”

“Hi, Mister L/N,” Jeonghan greets, having sat up straight once your dad came into the room.

“Oh. Right. Well, good, because we have a problem! The Grand Grimoire was spotted just earlier today!”

Your heart drops at the name—black magic was at play.

“Who’s that, a magic criminal?” Jeonghan raises a brow, “You act like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“What, not who. And, demon, actually,” your father quickly corrects. “The Grand Grimoire is one of our Society’s most feared books. It gives the reader control of black magic and can summon otherworldly demons, which is why I need to make sure it’s here!”

Your dad begins looking through a bookcase to the right of Jeonghan’s armchair, with you waiting behind him. You lock eyes with Jeonghan, the younger man starts feeling the tenseness of the room.

“Why would it be here, Dad?” You ask. “How could we possibly have it?”

“Y/N, our family is the world’s longest and strongest bloodline of Rune and Written wizardry. They entrusted your great-great-great—actually, forget it. The point is, it was locked in this very building decades ago! I need to check if it really has been stolen.”

“But—but you just had black magic hidden under here? This whole time? I grew up in this place! I could’ve—”

“I know, honey, but if we told you, it would only put you in more danger.”

Jeonghan stands up beside you awkwardly, tapping your shoulder.

“So, should I…uh, leave?” He whispers, not wanting to distract your dad.

You can’t find the words to respond, so you take Jeonghan’s hand instead, squeezing it tightly.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Before you can argue with your father any more, he finds a particular book that slides the bookshelf further to the right, revealing a small opening in the wall. You have no recollection of the opening being there, even though you swear you’ve checked every corner of this place.

The opening reveals a curving stairwell heading to a lower flower. Your dad peers down into it, carefully. He doesn’t even need to take a step before he turns back to you, his face already pale.

“Dad?” You ask, squeezing Jeonghan’s hand tighter.

Your dad quickly moves the bookcase back.

“It’s gone,” he stammers, “I don’t know how anyone could’ve gotten down there! Oh, what is the Council going to think…”

You turn to Jeonghan, nibbling on your bottom lip. Jeonghan has only one thing to say:

“Oof.”

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS - Chapter 4 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

The second day of the school year wasn't any better and I was already called into Mrs. Adams' room first thing in the morning.

Mrs. Adams was our school's social worker.

She had some degree in psychology or some shit like that.

She spoke to certain students regularly 'the ones who struggle emotionally or with school in general'.

Sometimes she spoke to random students who were having a bad day and needed to talk to someone.

For me, I was a regular of hers.

I had yelled at my teacher my freshman year, shouting something angsty like...

"Who fucking cares? I'm probably gonna' off myself soon, anyway."

Ever since then, I've had scheduled appointments with Mrs. Adams.

I wasn't actually going to kill myself, my teacher was being dramatic but, I suppose it did have its perks, I had an 'anytime pass'.

That meant, whenever I started getting pissed off in class, I could use that pass to see Mrs. Adams.

I didn't use it often, though because Mrs. Adams was a chatter box that sometimes annoyed me more.

I walked into her office, already annoyed knowing I have to sit through her cheery attitude.

In her office, there's a tan, wooden desk that stood against the wall to the left of the door.

Her desk was neat, too neat, like she has OCD or something.

'I wouldn't be surprised,' I thought.

Opposite from her desk was a bookshelf with different stress reliever things like Play-Doh, coloring books, stress balls and twisty things that keep your mind preoccupied.

To the right of the doorway was a plain black chair which is where I sat, with a sigh escaping me.

A nightstand was situated next to my chair that held a mini sandbox which contained mini rakes and mini shovels.

"You really needed to see me? It's only the second day," I said in an irritated tone that I normally used with her.

"Of course I needed to see you. I have to know about my favorite student's summer."

I roll my eyes at her.

'She's used to my attitude. it doesn't phase her.'

"My summer was fine. Can I go?"

"Not yet. Let's talk about your plan for this year."

She folded her left leg over her right.

"Ugh," I groaned, slumping lower in the chair and started to shuffle the sand around with the mini rake.

"Noah, this is your last year, let's finish strong," she said with excitement, her fist shooting in the air and everything.

"You mean straight C's?" I question sarcastically.

"We both know you can do better than that but C's are still passing grades. So let's shoot for A's but have our goal be not letting your grades slip lower than a C. How does that sound?"

"Super," my tone was dry.

"Awesome and I made you a new pass," she told me as she shifts though some papers on her desk.

I set down the toy rake as Mrs. Adams pulls out a small, pink and laminated piece of paper.

She holds it out to me.

I grab it and shove it in my book bag before standing up.

"Thanks."

She nods.

"Anything you want to talk about before you go?"

"Not really," I reply over my shoulder, as I make my way to her door and out of her office.

********

My usual group, as the norm, hang out at Emily's house after school.

Apparently, our group has expanded by two.

Walking into Emily's home, the last person I wanted to see was sitting on the couch, chatting it up with my friends.

I didn't know what it was that bothered me about Sam.

I wasn't even mad anymore about the coffee spill, yet just his presence got me riled up.

"Hey," I greeted all of them, Carter, Emily, Jason, Sam and Haven.

Emily's parents are rarely home, so if we hang out anywhere, it's at Emily's.

"Where's Kaitlyn?" I asked as she is usually here before me.

Emily and Kaitlyn live a street down from each other.

"She's your girlfriend, man," Carter pointed out and I sighed

"I'll be right back."

Before I leave, I catch my best friend, Jason's eye.

I hold up one hand with my fingers out to signify five, so he'll know in five minutes to come follow me.

He nodded.

No one else caught that reference as they were all immersed in conversation already except for Sam.

He had an eyebrow raised in question but I turned around and walked to the back door that led to Emily's yard.

Outside, I rang Kaitlyn.

"Hey baby," she answered with a cheerful tone.

"Where are you?" I asked, already feeling annoyed and it was seeping through my voice.

"Oh, shit, you guys are all at Emily's, right?" she stated, dejected.

"Yeah, so where are you?"

"I'm hanging out with some girls from volleyball."

Kaitlyn is the Captain of the volleyball team and their season is coming up.

"Are you not going to come over at all? I haven't seen you all day," I complained.

I knew I couldn't be upset with Kaitlyn, it's not a big deal when she hung out with her friends but I was already pissed off that day.

"I know, baby but you can come over to my place, tomorrow night."

"Fine. Whatever," I tried not to project my anger onto her.

I just needed to chill out.

I didn't even know why I was irritated.

"Have a good time."

"I love you."

"I love you too," I replied and then hung up.

Jason came out through the sliding, glass door at the exact moment of ending my call to Kaitlyn.

"Trouble in paradise?" he questioned with a teasing smirk.

I scoffed.

"Piss off," I bite back at him and he laughed while following me to the back of Emily's father's work shed.

"Man, I totally got ripped off," Jason claims as he pulled out a quaint wooden box that held his ground up weed and an aluminum one-hitter.

He took out the one-hitter and while packing it, he explained why he got ripped off.

"The shit-head made me pay sixty bucks for five grams."

"Well, your dealer is a fourteen year old," I pointed out.

"Hey, he's fifteen and I'm pretty sure Reggie's dad is the actual dealer," Jason said before putting the non-packed end of the one-hitter between his lips. I pulled out my lighter and handed it to him.

He lit the hitter, inhaled, held, swallowed, then blew out the smoke.

"They're both cheap assholes," Jason said then took another hit.

"With weed legal now, dealers are probably raising their prices but just cheaper than dispensaries so their 'clientele' will stay with them," I assumed.

Jason used to get five grams for forty-five dollars from Reggie.

Not anymore.

I took the one-hitter from Jason once he was done and re-packed it for me.

I brought it to my mouth and inhaled just as Jason did.

Held, swallowed, exhaled.

"Haven Moretti is pretty hot," Jason commented and I justt shrugged.

"I bet I can get with her."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're an asshole. Aren't you and Emily together?"

He grinned.

"We're just fucking but really only at parties. So Haven's an option."

"Well, I'm sure Carter will get to her first."

"Or Carter will get to Sam first," Jason jested.

I paused as Jason chuckled.

I thought about that... Carter and Sam... nah, Sam was too innocent for Carter.

That definitely wouldn't happen.

I shook my head at the thought.

"You're seriously the worst," I said before taking another hit but as I was breathing in the intoxicating smoke, Sam came around the the back of the shed.

Immediately, I started coughing and turned around quickly, swiping away the smoke I exhaled.

"Sam," Jason shouted with excitement.

"What are you guys doing?" Sam asked.

"Just... indulging," Jason gleamed and I faced them again to see Jason pull out a baggie with the stash that hadn't been ground up yet.

"Care to join?"

He wiggled his eyebrows.

I snatched the baggie out of Jason's hands.

"No," I said with bitter laced in the word.

"And don't fucking tell Kaitlyn about this," I threatened Sam.

Sam raised his hand in surrender.

"Noted."

"Oh come on, Noah. He can smoke with us," Jason insisted, throwing an arm around Sam.

Jason did that earlier that day too.

"Oh, no," Sam dismissed quickly, almost panicky.

"I don't... that's not... I mean... I'm only seventeen. I was just seeing what you guys were up to."

I rolled my eyes and Jason laughed again.

He finds everything to be satire.

"What up with you? Do you have a speech impediment?"

"Ahahahah," Sam laughed.

'That was his nervous laugh. He did that a lot.'

"I'm... I'm gonna head back inside."

"Suit yourself," Jason said and took the hitter from me.

I watched Sam walk back towards the house, wondering what he thought about me now.

[jayna-a]

affectueux || prologue

side note: i got logged out of my ao3 account, sadly. i wanted to write a little story for my favorite golden retriever/black cat duo. good omens is my favorite book/show also ! i decided to add a little jj twist. (by twist i mean college au also, Azi dresses like Miles Maitland and Crowley dresses like....Crowley.) btw don't sue me Neil :D. prologue under the cut

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

i wouldn't've expected to remember him almost 10 years later. But, I've always had his almost white blonde hair in the back of my mind since grade 4 (when we met). He was always switching schools he told me. His father was a astute workaholic who had no time for his son and elder 3 daughters. I should know. I've met him.

the first time I saw him was in the library. I believe it was August 14th? I don't know. He was trying to reach a book on the top shelf. Classic 'Short girl can't reach the top shelf so tall man has to step in' story. So obviously, I do. I remember his face when he looked up at me. His ice blue eyes, perfect long eyelashes, cupids' bow lips-- anyway...he let out a shy; "Thank you, dear." and smiled up at me. It was the 'dear' that caught me off guard. I just nodded and walked away.

second time I saw him was in a Book store-Café off-campus. November 3rd. I saw him in the corner organizing the books. He was wearing a tan apron with a book on it. Again, he couldn't reach the bookshelf. "Are the really making you stock shelfs?" He turns to me in surprise which, soon fades to a warm smile. "Oh it's you!" I help him...again. I'm not supposed to helping him. We start talking. He gets me coffee and himself a green tea. He goes on his break just for me. He doesn't even know me. We decided to walk by River Cam. "Erza." He says out of the blue.

"What?"

"Ezra Aodh Fell." He puts out his hand for me to shake. "Anthony James Crowley."

last I saw him was very recent. December 31st, 2023, 11:52pm. "Crowley, dearest!" He yells to me by his friend. I believe her name is Anathema? "My goodness, hello Angel. Wouldn't expect to see you at a illegal college party." I say slyly. Ezra tilts his head to the side and smirks. "Oh no! I had to drag him here--. Little chump wouldn't get out of his bed." Ana says fixing the blondes eyeliner.

"1 MINUTE!" a random frat yells. "Ah! I'll go grab up some champagne!" The younger women says running off. "Finally she's gone. She is such a--" "Oh please, do be nice dear...only a few seconds till midnight.." He inches closer slightly. "Y-Yeah.." I never stutter. He looks up at me longingly.

10

"crowley, I have something to.. confess."

9

"why, do go on Angel."

8

i-- uh..."

7

he puts a hand on my chest.

6

i slide a hand on his waist.

5

"i've been wanted to do this for...a while actually."

4

"and that is?"

3

"goodness i hate you!"

2

i lean in, "no, you don't"

1

he leans in "perhaps.....you're correct.."

HAPPY NEW YEAR !

[distantxlight]

RULES: tag ten followers you want to know better!

TAGGED BY: @uxbreakxble​

TAGGING: I’m still lazy. Plus, I would love to know everyone? OH WAIT @unknown-rps​

NAME: Cherry~!  STAR SIGN: Leo! With an Aries moon and Scorpio rising~ HEIGHT: 5′10″ WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? Hannah. So special, I know.

PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

The Nights - Avicii

Something Just Like This - The Chainsmokers and Coldplay

From the Ground Up - Dan + Shay

Love Like You - Jayn (Cover)

GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17?

“As her fear dwindled along with the deceleration of her heartbeat, she became increasingly are of her pains; there was a multitude of them.” ( - The Funhouse, Dean Koontz)

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?

Not really. To me and for me, but never really about me.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?

Uh.... lbr everyone chance I get.

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH?

Anyone. Everyone. But especially all of the actors in the Avengers movies. Come on, they’re so pretty!!

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + SOUND YOU LOVE?

HATE: Buzzing. Like insect buzzing. It’s one of the few sounds that can instantly piss me off and make my mood 100000000x worse.

LOVE:  The sound of a fan, the sound of rain and thunder, really any kind of water sounds, crickets...

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? Definitely. I’m pretty sure my mom even visited me when I was younger; I still remember that dream with far more clarity than I have any others. Even the one I had last night. HOW ABOUT ALIENS? Kinda sorta? I mean, I believe in them, but I also believe that they are too terrified of the stupidity of humans to even attempt contacting us.

DO YOU DRIVE? For sure~ Kinda have to; I live ten minutes from the nearest town! IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? Er... Twice. Both times, my car was totaled. I miss them. ;A;

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?

I...don’t remember???? Like, the last one I clearly remember reading was the first FNAF book a couple of years ago. Though I do tend to read literally anything I get my hands on.

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?

It depends. Like, just at a gas station, or in a car? No. It makes me more worried than anything else. But when I can smell it on a person, especially after they’ve been working out in the yard? It’s actually a comforting smell. Reminds me of my dad.

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?

Hm... The Last Jedi. I’m not a huge movie-goer or watcher.

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?

Either the time I broke my two front teeth when I was about eight, or the time I broke my wrist trying not to land on a kid at a roller rink when I was thirteen.

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?

Mermaids, VR stuff, Voltron...

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?

Again, it depends. Like, I still hold a grudge towards two of my then best friends when they broke off our friendship back in 7th grade because I was too weird/gay, but nowadays I’ve been learning to just let it go. Life’s too short; Just be perpetually bitter and salty about everyone.

IN A RELATIONSHIP?

Well, I do have a girlfriend. And a boyfriend. I’m poly.

[jinkookspencil]

bookstores and safe havens | jeon jungkook

Prompt: “You know I’m illiterate”

"Just one book", you promise Jungkook as you step into the bookstore.

Description/TW: ~1.8k words / Jungkook x Reader (F) / Fluff / Established relationship / One-Shot Drabble / Reader is a book nerd, Jungkook is a sweetie <3

Any feedback welcome! A quick Jungkook one-shot/drabble, I meant for this to be really short but before I knew it it got to the length that it did. Hope you guys like it. :)

Bookstores were a sort of sanctuary for you. You likened them to caverns full of treasure, each book almost its own magical little teleportation device, and there’s something for everyone… except Jungkook, it seems.

Though you loved reading and genuinely believed there’s at least one great book out there for everyone, Jungkook wasn’t a reader. He had tried reading at the beginning of your relationship to show you that he cared about you and your interests, but he just couldn’t get into it. You now joke how the book he picked out ended up being a decorative item on his nightstand - he didn’t have a bookshelf, but said he wanted to keep it there because it reminded him of you. What a sweetie. 

And now, as always, you couldn’t resist stepping foot in a bookstore you came across when the two of you went out on a walk, especially when there’s a book you had in mind that you’ve been meaning to pick up. 

You stop in front of the store and glance up at Jungkook, who just sighs, knowing what you're about to tell him. "Let's go."

"Just one book", you promise Jungkook as you step into the bookstore and take in a deep breath, smelling the books around you - a mandatory first step for all readers. 

“Ha! One book. Whatever you say. Okay. Okay. Go, find what you need and five others that’ll you never read,” he teases. 

“Ha ha,” you respond sarcastically, “There's a book I've been looking for so it'll really just be one book… or two.”

“Uh-huh,” he says as he follows you to the section and aisle in the store where you’d be able to find your book.  

You found what you were looking for and picked it up from the shelf right away. 

“Okay, let’s go pay. See? One book,” you point out as you walk begin to walk away from the shelf only for Jungkook to stop you. 

“Oh really?,” he asks, “There’s another book my the same author…” he says with a smirk. 

“Jeon Jungkook,” you sternly say while staring at him. “Come on, let’s go.”

You make your way to the cash register through the aisles of books, looking at the floor in an attempt to prove Jungkook wrong and stick to your “one book” test…. It didn’t help that Jungkook, who was now walking slightly ahead of you, stopped in his tracks and blocked the way numerous times, pulling out random books from the shelves and showing them to you.

“Want this?” he asked as he raised his eyebrows and showed you…. a rare book that had been on your reading list. 

You gasp, “No way! I forgot about this book and it was so hard to find! My regular bookstore never has it in stock. How did you know to pick it out?”

“Are you telling me that I just picked a random book off a shelf and you know it? I only grabbed it because the cover caught my eye.”

“The color is pretty but no, it’s okay,” you say quietly as you lift up the first book you picked up. “One book. Plus I have more books to read.”

“Get this one too,” he says, “since it’s so rare to find.”

“No. No. I’m only buying this one book.”

“Sure?,” he pleads, but you already walked away. 

You’re almost by the checkout registers when you pass the section of the store that contained comic books and board games. 

“Wait, do you want anything?,” you ask Jungkook before actually getting in like to pay for your book. 

“Baby, you know I’m illiterate,” he jokes. 

You scoff at his comment as you get in line together. “I wasn’t talking about books like mine, they sell comics and games here too. Comics are a great way to start reading. You can admire the artwork.”

“Eh, I had a brief manhwas and webtoons phase but it didn’t last long. I’d rather just watch the animes or movies.” 

“See?”, you tell Jungkook as you paid for your book and placed it in your tote. “I did it.” 

“You did,” he says, before stopping and staring down at his shoes in thought right by the store’s doors… “Hey, I think I saw a Marvel Art Book back there. I might get it.”

Your eyes light up.

“Don’t get too excited, it’s an art book with no words. It’ll help me when I need inspiration when painting to take my mind off of work. And it’ll look good on my coffee table or as a tray for my PS5 remotes.”

“A book is still a book, Jungkook,” you say with a smug smile. “Let’s go.”

“I’ll go back and get it. It’s heavy. Why don’t you sit in that cafe,” he suggested, pointing to the cafe right opposite the bookstore. “Order coffee and get me an Iced Americano? So you don’t have to wait in line again.”

“Are you sure you know which book it is though? I can talk to the staff if it’s heavy maybe they can deliver it and -..” 

“I know which one it is and I’m strong I’ll be there in less than 5 minutes! Are you saying you can’t spend a minute away from me?”, he says with a laugh. 

“For some reason, I don’t WANT to spend a minute away from you, you idiot. Especially when it comes to bookstores,” you admit as you lightly tap his arm. 

“We’ll be fine. I promise you 5 big kisses at home to make up for these five minutes. That’s it, deal?”

How could you say no to that?

“Deal, deal… but I won’t forget,” you tell him defiantly. 

“I don’t doubt it,” he says as he goes back inside the bookstore. 

You head for the cafe and order an Iced Americano for Jungkook and an Iced Latte for yourself. The drinks were ready in a few minutes, while waiting for them you had been trying to peek inside the bookstore and spot Jungkook from the window seat in the cafe, but you couldn’t see him. A minute later you see him walk out with a smaller tote with the bookstore’s logo on it - there’s no way a heavy art book would fit in there. He must’ve gotten himself a comic book or card game instead, you think. 

He opens the door to the cafe and sits on the chair opposite to you. “Ah, thank you, I needed this,” he commented as he takes a sip of his drink. 

“Where’s the art book?,” you immediately question. 

He put his glass down with a smile. “You really have no patience.”

“I don’t, now what happened? Did you get something else?,” you ask excitedly. 

“I did,” he says as his smile grows even larger. 

“Show me! Show me!”

He lets out a laugh and shakes his head before he reaches into the tote and pulls out… that rare book from your reading list that he picked out.

Your mouth drops as he hands you the book. “Jungkook, why? Is this for me? I already got my book! Did you want to make me lose?”

“No, we bet that YOU couldn’t walk away with lots of books, not that I couldn’t get you one. You still win even though you got two books. It’s my gift to you so it doesn’t count.” he replies. 

“You know it does, more than any other book.”

“You know what I mean, it doesn’t count as a purchase of yours,” he insists. 

You smile, as guilt and gratitude overtake you. “Thank you, Jungkook. I'm sorry that I said you wanted me to lose.” 

“No, don’t say sorry. I wanted to take it because the moment was cute, that I picked it out not even knowing you wanted it. I know you even better than I or you thought," he says proudly. "Open the book.”,

You turn over the cover to find the receipt wedged between the title pages, with a note written on the back in Jungkook’s handwriting. 

"On this day, Jungkook & Y/N went to a bookstore and by some miracle Y/N only bought one book. But Jungkook couldn’t resist getting her this one since Y/N had always wanted it. If this makes her smile, it’ll be a win-win." 

Your face breaks into a soft smile. “J-Jungkook…”

"My love, it’s nothing,” he says as he gets up and leans over your chair, an arm around your shoulders. 

“You’re getting more than just five kisses tonight,” you whisper in his ears through your tears, which makes him giggle. 

“All this just for a book?,” he says with a laugh. “If I had known, then I would have bought you a book every day.”

You kiss your sweet Jungkook’s lips before flipping through the pages… 

-

Jungkook couldn’t sleep a couple of nights later, tossing and turning beside you, waking you with his movements every time you began to doze off. You knew his work schedule was hectic and he had an early morning the next day, and though he was tired, he just couldn’t sleep. 

You sit up on the bed and turn on the lampshade by your bed. 

“What are you doing?,” he says in a groggy voice. 

“Put your head on my lap,” you say. 

He does so without question, knowing what you're about to do. You lightly scratch his head and comb his hair with your fingers with one hand, the other already ready to flip through the pages of the book Jungkook had gotten you. 

“You picked out a good one,” you tell him. 

“Read to me?”, he softly requests. 

“I was already going to, my love,” you say as you place a soft kiss on his forehead. 

You began reading the book aloud, rereading the chapter you had most recently completed to take in the information once again, and also so you don’t miss any crucial plot points. You made sure your voice wasn’t too loud or fast, as you had a couple of times in the past, and surely within minutes, Jungkook fell asleep to the sound of your voice. 

On your lap with your hand in his hair, Jungkook looked more peaceful than ever under your touch in the dimly lit room illuminated by your lampshade alone. Staring at him as his chest rose and fell, his snores getting louder and louder, you realize that though books were always a refuge for you, in the real world you and Jungkook were each other’s safe haven. You never thought you’d find a love like this but you’d pick Jungkook over and over, above any of the men in the books on your shelf….

Because he was real....

He was yours….

And you were his. 

And that’s all you ever needed. 

[frenzyjinx]

The Watcher (mono x reader)

Chapter 11

Y/N Pov

Plopping down and landing on a single book I waved my hand around a bit because of how dusty it was, mono landed besides me and laughed "can't handle some dust?" I rolled my eyes "well genius if I still had my mask like you have your bag I would be fine!"

He raised both hands in surrender "alright alright" I smirked and jumped down landing onto the floor gazing at all the books that were piled up, he jumped as well and we both started to walk forward

I heard a familiar clank of heels walking by and I groaned in annoyance "so that vase didn't knock her out? Man.." mono chuckled shaking his head "I guess not" I hummed in slight disappointment before stepping onto the carpet in front of me

"Psst hey over here" glancing up I saw mono waiting by a ladder that seemed like it could move 'well isn't that convenient' walking over to him I gestured for him to go "well go on ladies first" I smiled cheekily at him he huffed and grabbed my hand pulling me over towards him

I raised my eyebrows and started to climb up the ladder as he followed behind me, peeking down at him I laughed "enjoying the view?" He almost slipped off of the ladder so I stopped teasing him 'whoops'

Lifting myself up onto one of the shelfs I waited until mono appeared at my feet "you seem to be at my feet a lot lately hmm?" I spoke quietly with an edge of humor lacing my tone

Mono looked up at me and pulled himself up standing right in front of me "actually im looking down at you right now" I huffed "being taller doesn't count" he leaned over and ruffled my hair

This time he went first hopping down onto the lower bookcase I slipped down with him but as soon as we landed two random books fell off from our impact 'oh of course'

I started running behind mono gasping out in shock when the teacher yelled out and bursted her head out from a bookshelf, her neck stretching towards us in an endless pursuit

Mono pulled himself up and turned around grabbing my hand to pull me up as well, the teachers head snapped as she tried to catch me narrowly missing I started to run again sliding after mono into a tiny opening

The teacher gave up seeing that her head would not fit apparently, I leaned over and caught my breath as mono pulled me towards him and softly stroked my hair

I bit back my blush and focused regaining my stolen air and sighing "well lets go" I spoke slowly an itching desire to leave this stupid school

Emerging out of the safe spot we both spotted two large book pillars that were held together by some rope "that does not look sturdy" he spoke but slowly jumped onto it, I leaped over and latched onto it following his movement

But of course when we both jumped over to the next book pillar a couple of books came falling down making noise 'its not cloudy with a chance of meatballs its cloudy with a chance of books'

The sound of the teacher stretching her neck out from her shoulders was heard once more and I shivered 'maybe a random book will hit her' I silently prayed to the book gods but nothing happened

I shifted over hiding from her view while she searched for us, we continued to sneakily stay out of her sight when her head came around the corner just barely peeking over at us

I held my breath and stayed still my heartbeat slowed when she finally left, I let out a breath and quickly watched as her heels clanked when she walked over opening a door she left

I jumped onto the ledge and rubbed my eyes, feeling a hand snake around my shoulders and tug me over "yes mono?" I said sarcastically He pretended to be offended "wow princess that wasn't very nice!"

"Im far from a princess" I spoke raising one eyebrow at him watching, he lifted up his hands and pulled his bag up just enough so that I could see his lips my eyes widened in shock blushing pink

His lips formed into a smirk "maybe not.. but you're my princess" huffing I pulled his bag back over his face not liking the feelings that started to sprout when I saw his lips

He leaned towards me "can't handle seeing my lips? Wait till you see my face" I smacked his head with a book "shut up!" I ran away from him and started to pull a bin full of books towards the door that the teacher had entered to keep myself busy from my rather unholy thoughts

Mono finally started to help and we both stood onto the bin, I jumped up and pulled the door handle opening it successfully, walking through the doorway I looked around

I started to walk more comfortably when I couldn't hear any suspicious noises around, mono appeared beside me and wrapped his hand around mine so that we were walking together

The room gradually got bigger until we both saw a huge staircase that led two ways and well of course more random books, I slowly let go of his hand and started to explore

I found myself once again wishing that I had any sort of notebook to write down all of my findings, I frowned when I saw a door that had a keylock on it

Walking back to mono "We need a key" he hummed and nodded "lets search upstairs now" I thought for a second before grabbing onto his hand again and running up the stairs he stumbled a bit before going fast as well

I laughed when he almost tripped "yeah see im faster than you obviously" I chose to go right and he had no choice but to come with me

I tilted my head to the side and walked slower when I noticed a chess looking piece and a missing top, mono grabbed onto the top that he found at his feet and placed it onto its head making it whole again "here we go"

[dollyyyhouse]

Hello! I was able to read all your works and I must say that It's impressive. <3

I was wondering if you're actually fine with writing something like a revenge version perhaps for all the characters in Cheating Au of yours. If you do not want to then I understood since I did saw that you mostly write angst only, but I really would love to see how you would write your revenge version of these Au.

That's all, I hope you continue writing since you're doing well at this. Always stay safe and Thank you! ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

I loved writing this! I don't mind writing other things that aren't angst, I'm totally fine with most of the stuff people request ^^

A viciously strong scent began to suffocate Lucifer's office, it was a scent he adored on you— he would always buy the perfume for you whenever he saw it at a store. While you loved it too, after finding out about his little affair; you couldn't bare to wear it any longer. The scent would make you angry— yes, you were sad too but it felt like the anger consumed you the most.

So here you were, in his office, spraying all of the bottle onto his papers. You could've cared less what they were about, you only wanted to ruin them. Looking up at the clock, "He should be home soon, hopefully he likes the little surprise." you mumbled to yourself. Twisting the lid off of the perfume bottle, struggling a bit but finally managing to get it open; you dumped the remainder out in random spots of the office. "Maybe I should just break the bottle..?" You questioned the idea, and in the end, you tossed it against the wall— just for the glass to shatter all over the room and even end up slightly slicing your cheek.

A gasp escaped your lips, you rushed to wipe off a little bit of blood as you heard the front door open. You pulled a lighter from your pocket, quickly setting the papers along with his desk on fire. When you realized that the fire wasn't spreading as quickly as you hoped, you grabbed a couple of books from his bookshelf and began to tear the pages; throwing them into the fire. "Well shit," you said to yourself, "this isn't how I planned this to go." In a moment of frustration you grabbed the Demonus that was on the shelf, smashing the bottles all over the room and even setting some more things ablaze.

Smoke was filling the room along with the hallway, it was beginning to suffocate you too much— you ran out of the HOL by jumping through a first floor window. You straightned your clothing, running off when you heard a few screams coming from the inside. You didn't know where you were going, but you knew that wherever you ended up would be more tolerable than having to sit with Lucifer during lunch and dinner. His ego was growing unbearable, he refused to own up to his actions and after you ended it, he provoked you more and more. Having to see your ex was awkward in itself, but having to live with him was worse. Maybe you were taking it too far by lighting his entire office on fire, but it wasn't really like you cared. Deep down you knew he'd never change his prideful ways, you knew it from the beginning but didn't want to admit it— now, after hearing excuse after excuse, you finally ripped off the bandaid and told yourself the painful truth.

It wasn't like you could just stop loving him, that would take an eternity, so when you found yourself slowly falling for his charms again after the two of you broke up; in a moment of rage you grabbed the lighter and the perfume bottle. If you wanted to run back into his arms again, this made sure you wouldn't be able to. Maybe hating each other for the rest of your life was best, the trust between the both of you had already been broken. You had nothing to lose at this point.

@retrospacealien

[shurisneakers]

if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

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Catch up with the rest of the series here: Harmless Masterlist

Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the other one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. The outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically.  “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up. 

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids, he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well, now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary bread basket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.”  He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call, his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances, he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

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Time For Bed (Lucifer x GN!Reader) FLUFF

Random Lucifer fluff! I write about going to sleep way too much considering I barely get any sleep myself. Holy shit I think I'm projecting onto the characters. WHOOPS!

Anywhooooo

Word Count : 1.7K

Warnings : Nothing. Just fluff and soft tired Lucifer

How long had you been laying in bed waiting for him to come up to see you? A few minutes? Hours? You turned to look at the clock on the nightstand, rolling your eyes as another minute ticked by. “Dammit, Lucifer…” You groaned, kicking the blankets off as you got out of the bed. He was probably still working on some shit that Lord Diavolo had made him do, or he was passed out at his desk. Either way, he was overworking himself and you hated that he did it so often. There wasn’t a moment that the two of you could be alone, whether he was working in his office or dealing with his brothers, there was never a time where you could actually be together.

“Lucifer…” You mumbled his name as you tapped your knuckles against the wooden door of his office, letting your head rest against it as you waited for him to respond. You weren’t even tired when you had gone up to the room, but just waiting for him made you sleepy, and the thought of how much work he had to do made you exhausted. You could only imagine how he felt having to actually do it, and he deserved a break, or at least a comfortable bed to actually fall asleep in. “Come up to bed, please.” Your hand slid down the door and landed on the doorknob, still waiting for him to answer, or literally say anything or even mumble… just a noise.

“Work… have to work…” He grumbled from behind the door and you could hear the lack of emotion in his voice. The man was beyond tired, beyond exhausted, and he was still pushing himself to keep going. It wasn’t okay, and if you weren’t terrified of the repercussions, you’d have a word with Diavolo about making Lucifer do his work for him. “Go to bed, dear… I’ll be up soon…” Which you knew was bullshit. It was already two in the morning, and he woke up early too, the least he could do is try to get a little bit of sleep and rest his head on an actual pillow instead of a stack of papers.

You sighed loudly outside the door, mentally telling yourself that you wouldn’t leave without him. He wouldn’t leave the office though, not with you standing outside of the door, so you quickly pushed it open, crossing your arms as you finally took in the sight of him. His hair was disheveled and his eyelids were heavy. You could only imagine how many cups of coffee he had drank to stay up this late, and even though you knew nothing could actually happen to him, you still didn’t want him to get ill. “You can’t keep staying up like this. It’s not good for you.” You shut the door behind you before going over to his desk, shaking your head when you saw the full cup of black coffee right next to him. “You need sleep, Lucifer.”

He hummed quietly, but never dropped the pen from his fingers, scribbling across the papers in front of him and you weren’t even sure if he was actually writing legibly or if he was just making little squiggle lines at this point. Nothing made what he was doing worth it, and you weren’t just going to leave the office, not without him. You walked around the desk, grabbing his arm and giving it a light tug to try to get his attention. “Hmph… You don’t need to watch me. I’ll be up when I can.” He pulled his arm away, rolling his shoulders before going back to working on the paper in front of him.

“I’ll just stay here until you’re done, then.” You huffed loudly as you walked back around to one of the arm chairs across from his desk, flopping down in it and crossing your arms across your chest. Were you tired? Yes, but if he wasn’t going to get to bed, you weren’t either. It didn’t make any sense in the long run, and by the end of all of this, you’d both be exhausted because he was too prideful to say that you were right and actually leave, and you were too persistent to just give it up and let it go.

He finally looked up from his desk, tsking his tongue and staring at you as he leaned back in his chair. “You’re being ridiculous. What is both of us losing sleep going to do?” You weren’t actually sure what the answer to that question is because honestly, you both were just going to be extra tired by morning, and you knew that he already knew that, so there was no point in you saying it. So you shrugged, giving him a little smirk as if you knew something that he didn’t about your miraculous plan to pull an all-nighter with him, but he wasn’t a fool, and he wasn’t going to fall for whatever it was that you were doing. “Is there an actual reason that you need me right now?”

There were a lot of reasons you felt like you needed him right now, some of them didn’t actually include using the bed for its intended purpose, but you still needed him in the bed to do what you were thinking. The other reason was… well… you missed him. You missed being able to curl up into his chest and cocoon he and yourself in his blankets as you both dozed off. It seemed like it had been forever since you had done something like that with him, just having an intimate moment together in private, in silence. You were able to just enjoy… him… and being with him. It might not have been a lot to him, but it meant a lot to you. “I can’t sleep…” It wasn’t lying, because in a sense, you did find it harder to fall asleep without him in the bed with you, but it was also partially because you stayed up waiting for him every night even though he told you to get some sleep before he came up because it would be a while.

He let out a small chuckle, pushing his chair away from the desk as he got up, shaking his head. “You made this whole thing about me when it was you who couldn’t sleep. I think I have something for that…” Your eyes narrowed as you watched him walk to the bookshelf that lined the wall. What was he going to do? Was there a spell that would knock you out, or did he have a secret bottle of Z-Quil hidden in the pages of one of his books? That wasn’t the main thing though, what you couldn’t stop thinking about was how absolutely clueless he was, or at least, pretended to be. How could he not piece everything that you had said together? Maybe his brain was fried from working so much that he was unable to pick up the hints that you were dropping.

With a loud sigh, you got up from your own seat and walked over to him, grabbing his hand as he reached for a book. “I can’t sleep because you’re not there…” You didn’t actually want to put it so bluntly, it was kind of embarrassing to admit things like that, especially to him. You watched his face, waiting for his reaction, and as you watched him you could have sworn that you saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. His hand dropped as he turned to look at you completely, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t the usual smile you’d receive for something like this, usually he’d be smug and smirk at you while giving a witty, subtle remark about how he knows just the way to help get you to sleep. This time was different though, and it was most likely due to him being so tired.

“What kind of demon would I be to deny my darling a good night's sleep?” The question kind of threw you off because in terms of demons… he’d be a pretty good one to make you not have a good night’s sleep, but you knew what he meant and you didn’t want to ruin the moment by being a smartass. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you lightly to bring you closer to him as he leaned in to rest his forehead against your own. “Let’s get some sleep. I guess we both need it.” You hummed quietly in response, and once his hands were dropped you reached out to grab one of his to lead him out of the office. If you turned your back on him and started walking by yourself, he’d probably go back to his desk and continue working, and you weren’t going to let that happen.

Both of your movements were slow, your feet practically dragged across the floor as you walked up the stairs to his room. The fact that neither of you fell or tripped up the stairs or ran into anything is shocking considering both of you could barely keep your eyes open. By the time you were in the room all you wanted to do was fall into the bed with him, cover up, and pass out. “Are you gonna-” You hadn’t had time to finish your question, which probably didn’t matter at the moment, but you knew it would be uncomfortable for him to fall asleep in what he was wearing, but apparently he didn’t care, or he was just too tired to care right then.

He fell face first onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow. It didn’t take long for the soft sound of snoring to fill the room, and the sound of it made you smile to yourself. He was finally getting some decent sleep, and if anyone deserved it, it was him. You climbed into the bed next to him, pulling the covers up around you as your eyes started to fully close. You’d both get a good night’s sleep together, and that’s all you really wanted.