#I’m not ready to go home and the easiest way to deal with that is to decide not to feel it but I am. so bored of that

[exopelagic]

ice hokcey

[cherryredcheol]

domestic bliss

tldr: seungkwan just wants to live with you (this is pure fluff)

a/n: happy belated boo!

seungkawn wandered into the kitchen from the living room, wrapping his arms around you from behind and placing a gentle kiss under your ear, “need any help?”

you shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on your skin, continuing to stir the stew on your stovetop, “no, boo. i just need to finish cooking, then everything will be ready.” 

you couldn’t see it but seungkwan beamed at your words. he was so excited for his two best friends to come over. vernon and chan had met you plenty of times, you and seungkwan had been a package deal since the moment you started dating two years ago. but they had never been here. in your apartment, which seungkawn viewed as his second home, his safe place. 

although it wasn’t his home, there were traces of him everywhere in your apartment. his slippers always waiting for him at the door for when he arrived, pictures of the two of you on the walls, his favorite flavor of ramen in the pantry, a drawer full of his things in your bedroom. he didn’t live here but you were here, so he was too. 

“boo?” you turned around in his arms, looking away from the stove for a minute.  “can you get out bowls and chopsticks for everyone?” and when you looked at him with those soft eyes, who was he to say no? 

“sure.” he placed one last soft kiss on your cheek, loving the way the skin instantly heated under his touch. he decided not to tease you about it but instead let you go to turn to the cabinet where you kept the bowls. he was setting up the table when he heard the front door to your apartment open and booming laughter filled the small space. 

“yah!” he cried after following the sound and seeing his friends standing in your doorway, “you let yourself into my partner’s home without even a knock? how rude!” vernon and chan looked sheepish after his scolding. 

“hyung, we’re not trying to be rude. they told us to let ourselves in!” chan explains, pointing to you as you walk through the door to greet them and figure out why seungkwan was yelling. 

you giggle and hug each of the boys telling them it was fine they let themselves in. “i made kimchi jjigae for dinner and it’s just finished so come eat it before it gets cold.” your turn to walk away and the boys follow, unable to resist a home cooked meal.

after everyone had enough food, you began cleaning up the table, insisting on doing the dishes so the boys could hang out. the movie playing on the tv was pretty good, seungkwan was distracted though, thinking about how much he loved that his two best friends were in your apartment for the first time, and hopefully not the last. he loved that you had welcomed them into your home with open arms and treated them so kindly. 

“hyung? why don't you live here?” vernon pulled seungkwan from his thoughts and the question made him blush. truthfully he didn’t know why he didn't live here. he supposed it was because you never asked and he didn't want to be too forward. he knew you liked your personal space and didn't want to intrude. 

“yeah, seungkwan. why don’t you live here?” you repeated vernon’s question entering the living room and sitting next to him on the couch. he immediately pulled you closer, wrapping an arm around you on instinct. 

“you never asked!” he argued back, blushing a deep shade of red. 

“i gave you a key and said ‘bring your stuff here.’ how much more clear can i be? when you only brought a few things over i thought that meant you weren’t ready to live with me so i never pushed it but i’m curious.” you were mostly teasing him but you did want to know why he didn’t want to move in, considering he spent most nights at your place anyway. 

“i didn’t know that’s what you meant!” he was flustered now, not expecting to have this conversation tonight or with his members around. 

he was still blushing when you turned to him and said, “seungkwan, move in with me?

it was the easiest answer seungkwan had ever given, “yes”

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Atsumu’s Pregnant Partner:

YN goes into Labor

Atsumu Miya x Pregnant! GN reader

Warnings: swearing, pregnancy and a lot of stuff to do with pregnancy, mentions of throwing up and bodily fluids

***pregnancy is different for everyone and I’m basing this off my own personal experience

AN: *sigh* friends I’m having major baby fever and since I’m forever done diy-ing my own, I shall instead write about it 😌 maybe I should just get a kitten

Looking back now, it probably wasn’t the best idea to go to a professional, five set volleyball match at 39 weeks pregnant but here you were. You’d always been the devoted type, doing anything and everything you could to support your man no matter what.

Atsumu Miya wasn’t always the easiest partner to have but you loved the big dummy. He was extremely dedicated to his sport and team, which made dealing with him outside the court rather bothersome at times.

Nevertheless, you decided that you could stand just enough of him to spend your life by his side and raise a family. His brother, Osamu, asked you about a million times is you were for sure ready to raise a baby Miya. He knew exactly what it would be like because he was one.

At first you laughed it off, thinking that you had a few years of rest before the chaos would ensure but man, were you wrong. You’d become pregnant relatively quickly, making both you and Atsumu extremely excited.

However, your excitement soon dampened as you began spending most of your day hugging the porcelain thrown or downing antacids to help with the wicked indigestion that crept up your throat at every turn. Your breasts ached, your sleep suffered and the smell of nearly anything sent you running to the bathroom. Your skin broke out, hair began to shed, and most days, you felt like a Sméagol from lord of the rings, just trying to protect your unborn baby.

Atsumu had been as supportive as you imagined he’d be. This mostly meant calling Osamu to make you something to eat or google home remedies to help with your morning sickness. Osamu was also extremely excited for his little niece or nephew to make their appearance, doing whatever he could when Atsumu was gone to help you.

You’d managed to make it all the way to 39 weeks, and you were excited to finally be done. The doctor had scheduled an induction for the following week because of blood pressure issues. You weren’t exactly stoked about the idea of an induction but the fact that you’d be able to meet your baby soon was thrilling.

You waddled your way through the crowd, waving to people as you passed. Akaashi had stopped to talk with you as well as Asahi and Suga. It was nice to see everyone again even though you were exhausted.

“There they are!” Osamu yelled, waving you over to his Onigiri stand as you huffed and puffed, finally able to stop. The pressure from the baby was making it difficult to walk, your pelvis hurting as you leaned on the corner of his stand, his chuckle causing you to glare at him.

“You know you could have stayed him YN. Sumu pays for the expensive sports channels because he’s obsessed with watching replays of his games, I’m sure you’d see him on there,” Osamu joked as you motioned for a delicious looking Onigiri in the corner of the display case.

“This will probably be the last game Sumu plays in for a bit because of his paternity leave. I don’t want to miss it!”

Osamu chuckled, shaking his head as you made your way to the stairs of the bleachers. Your phone rang as you began to ascend, huffing and puffing as you walked up.

“Hello,” you answered as the noise of the locker room filled your ears.

“Hey baby! Did ya make it?” Atsumu shouted back as you finally found your spot and took a seat releasing a heavy sigh as you settled in.

“Not up as high as I normally go but my feet hurt too much to even care.”

Sumu laughed as you looked around to see the stands filled with people.

“Well just relax baby, this time next week will be in the hospital having our baby!”

You groaned just thinking about the idea of pushing out this child, knowing that the possibility of having a small baby was out of the picture.

“Yeah yeah, just make sure you win today, ok? I don’t want yo moping around the house for the next week!”

Atsumu laughed loudly as you smiled. He agreed and hung up the phone, knowing you’d be there to support him no matter what happened.

The teams took their places, and the match began without a hitch. You knew it’d be a long one by the sheer energy happening around you. Two sets had already taken place and the teams were tied. You watched as Sumu slammed a service ace right into the opposing team's court. Your man was on fire today, probably excited about everything happening around him.

The pressure of the baby on your bladder, pushed as you tried to adjust, not wanting to walk out right in the middle of Sumu’s serves. Of course, you knew his serves could go on for a while, so you finally caved, as you thought about the nearest bathroom.

Standing up, you felt a twinge hit. Your back began to radiate pain as it moved to the front of your belly. You gritted your teeth, gripping the side of the chair as you grabbed your stomach.

“Are you ok?” Someone asked as you turned to them confused and nodded. There was no way this was anything more than Braxton hick's contractions, right?

The pain subsided as you assured the person you were ok and made your way to the bathroom. In the bathroom, you noticed you had started losing the mucus plug your doctor had talked about. You knew this meant nothing and weren’t concerned as you continued to feel the baby kick in your stomach.

Washing your hands, you felt the pain against radiate from your back to your front. You had no idea how far apart these pains were as you quickly grabbed your phone and waited for the pain to subside.

Hitting the timer, you exited the bathroom and made your way back to your seat. You felt another pain hit as you quickly checked the timer.

7 minutes.

Standing on the side, you waited for the pain to pass again before ascending the stairs. At this point, you were clearly in denial that anything was happening. Surely these were only practice contractions. Your body had done them before but then again, they’d never felt quite like this.

You restarted the time as you finally sat down, trying to remain calm as you focused back on the game. A few minutes passed again before the pain started, only this time, you felt a pop, followed by a trickle of water fill your pants. You began to stand up as the pain emanated through your stomach.

“Hey Yn- YN HOLY CRAP!” You heard someone yell as Osamu came running over you to, abandoning the Onigiri in his hands to grab onto your arm and steady you.

“Samu the baby, I think the babies coming!” You whined as Osamu’s eyes widened at you, the crowd cheering as MSBY scored yet another point.

At this point, you had tears in your eyes, the pressure from the baby pushing more fluid from your body as the pain continued to radiate. You leaned hard on Samu, groaning as you tried to make it through the pain.

Osamu looked around for anyone he knew, anyone who could possibly help him get you downstairs and to the hospital. As if on cue, he looked down to see Sakusa’s eyes locked with his. He knew his best bet at this point was to try and signal to Sumu that you were in labor.

“YN’s in labor!” He mouthed as Sakusa’s eyes widened and he turned to Sumu who was in the back row. Sakusa wasn’t sure what to do as Sumu was preparing to serve yet again. He wasn’t a person to normally shout but then again, it wasn’t everyday his teammates partner was in active labor at a game.

He looked over to the coach who was now concerned about what was going on with him and why he continued to trail his eyes into the crowd. At this point, Hinata had begun to notice as well, his eyes following Sakusa’s as he saw you, bent over and holding your stomach as Osamu supported you.

“Holy crap YN’s in labor!” He shouted just as Sumu threw the ball up the serve. His eyes widened as his palm made contact with the ball.

“WHAT!?!” He bellowed, sending the ball slamming hard into the other side of the court as the whistle blew signaling the end of the set.

Atsumu quickly looked up to see Osamu helping you down the stairs as you breathed, your face contorted in pain.

“Shit Yn!” He shouted, quickly taking off into the crowd to get to you. He ran as fast as he could, dodging people left and right until he finally met you at the base of the stands.

“YN’s definitely in labor Sumu, their water broke and everything. Contractions are 7 minutes apart right now, but they are in a ton of pain,” Osamu recited as you moaned through another painful contraction, Atsumu grabbing onto your belly and helping lift it to relieve some pressure.

He hadn’t been super eager to take the birthing class suggested by your doctor, but he had to admit, the techniques were coming in handy.

“Sumu the game!” You whined as the contraction ended. Sumu shook his head vigorously before he was interrupted.

“Don’t worry about the game Yn, we will put in our sub and thanks to Sumu’s service ace, we are ahead a set,” Coach answered, coming up with Meian and Sakusa

“Just worry about having that baby Yn!” Meian chuckled as you smiled.

“Please take YN to the hospital now, do you know how unsanitary birthing a baby here would be?” Sakusa demanded as Atsumu blindly nodded and took control of you, Osamu running ahead to grab his car to help.

At the hospital, the doctor checked you before the anesthesiologist made their way to you, providing you with a moment to breathe. Osamu was waiting outside, not wanting to miss the birth of his brothers baby.

“Don’t you wanna watch the game Sumu?” You asked as your partner came beside you and grabbed your hand.

“Nah, Hinata texted me and told me we won. I’ll just watch it when we get home from the hospital. Plus, I want our baby to see how awesome I look on TV!”

You giggled, laying your head back as you rested your body. Atsumu right by your side as you entered this new stage of life together.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 17

Damn, how did this get to a part 17????

Here's the promised WIP Wednesday (on a Thursday)!

I had a lot of fun writing this part. The words just flowed so easily.

If you didn't notice, I now have the first arc posted on AO3. It covers the first three parts I've shared here along with some extras that I never did.

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.9k

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By the time morning had rolled around, Tim had also signed them up for a 7:30 AM and a 6 PM TV interview. Hopefully they could do enough damage control to mitigate the worst of Walker’s bad PR, whatever that turned out to be.

Tim nudged everyone awake at 5 AM. Conner and Cassie got up the easiest.

“Morning, Rob,” Conner said through a yawn. “Time to prepare for our interview?”

“Yep. We’ll be going in uniform since this is an interview for the Young Justice.”

“Great,” said Cassie. “We’ll be ready.”

Tim went to Danny next. “Hey, Danny.” The boy didn’t move, so Tim shook his shoulder slightly.

“Wha…?” Danny blinked his eyes open. “Wha’s goin on?”

“Me and the others are going to our interviews. We’ll be back in a few hours, kay?”

Danny just blinked at him and Tim laughed fondly.

“I’ll leave a note.”

Tim skipped breakfast on their way out, though Bart offered him some breakfast bars.

“It’s too late to be up,” Tim yawned.

Conner laughed as he hugged Tim and wrapped him in his TTK. They rose several feet into the air. “You should not have pulled that all-nighter.”

“How else was I supposed to be awake in time?”

Tim could feel the way Conner shook his head. “Just tell me where to go. I’ll get us there.”

Tim pointed to an area in town. “It’s over that way.”

Bart grinned. “I’ll meet you three there!”

“We won’t be long,” said Cassie.

With the benefit of flying, they were at the radio station within fifteen minutes. Sometimes being friends with metas made life so much easier.

As soon as they entered, a team of people greeted them.

“You were actually serious!” exclaimed a tall, white man. “Thought for sure it was a joke when I got your email last night. I’m Steve and I’ll be your interviewer this morning.”

Tim shook his hand. “Good morning, Steve. Robin at your service, and these are Superboy, Wonder Girl, and Impulse.”

Then they had to be introduced to all the producers, sound engineers, and assistants. If it hadn’t been for his parents’ gala training, Tim was certain he would’ve forgotten all the names instantly.

The employees knew how to do their jobs, however, and despite everyone wanting to meet the heroes, in less than twenty minutes, they were set up in the recording studio.

“So,” said Steve. “I just want to make sure I get this right. You, Robin, have been friends with Phantom for a while now and wanted to tell our listeners the truth about him. That he’s actually a hero and not a menace.”

“That’s right, Steve. I knew him before… Well, he’s a ghost. You know what before implies. He was there for me when I first became Robin. Now I want to be there for him when he’s dealing with similar struggles.”

“That’s not what any of the experts believe.”

Conner snorted. “The so-called experts in this town want to completely destroy any and all ghosts. Don’t think they’re unbiased.”

Bart nodded. “Yeah. We may not have known Phantom as long as Robin, here. But he’s a good guy. Helped us out when we got stranded here.”

“Stranded, eh? Mind if I ask you more about that on air?”

Tim laughed. “You can ask whatever you like. But I can’t guarantee we’ll answer everything. Secret missions and all that, you understand.”

Steve sighed theatrically. “It was worth a shot. Now, we’ll be going live in about five minutes and we’ll have three segments of eight minutes separated by two minute ad breaks. For a total of thirty minutes in the studio. Anything in particular you want me to ask?”

Tim pulled a sheet of paper out of his utility belt. “I wrote some down, if you don’t mind. They should be engaging and broad enough to please your audience and personal curiosity.”

“I won’t ask only from this list, you understand,” said Steve as he took it.

“Of course not. The first three are ones I do request that you ask, however. Beyond those, they’re just suggestions.”

Steve skimmed the list and nodded. “I can work with this.”

Beyond the window, the sound technician made a signal.

“All right, everyone. That’s the one minute mark. Let me introduce you before you say anything, capiche?”

Tim gave a thumbs up and the others added their assent.

The “on air” light turned on and Steve spoke in a voice much more performative than the one he’d been using. “Good Morning, Amity Park! This is Steve Boyce here to help you bring in the day. How are you early birds doing? Have I got a treat for you today! So last night I got absolutely no sleep because at nine thirty, shortly after our newly implemented curfew, I got a surprise email. From no other than the heroes who helped us out the other night when we were attacked! That’s right! The one and only Robin from Gotham emailed my and asked to come on my small, local show. So he and the Teen Titans are here with me. Let’s give them a warm Amity welcome, what do you say?”

Cassie laughed. “Thanks for that introduction, Steve. I’m Wonder Girl and I’d like to clarify one point. The former Teen Titans have kept the name Titans even if they’re no longer Teens. So we’ve decided to go by a new name.”

Bart nodded. “Yep. We’re the Young Justice now.”

Steve laughed. “Looks like I’ve already put my foot in it. Let me correct myself, let’s give the Young Justice a warm Amity welcome.”

Tim put on the happy gala voice his parents had drilled into him. “Not at all! It’s a new change and we’ve never really operated out here before. Even back home in San Francisco or Gotham we get called the Teen Titans more often than not. We’re just on a crusade to get the name change to stick.”

“Well I’m sure all of my listeners will be sure to get it right going forward. Now, let’s get down to business. We’re all thrilled that you were around to help us out the other night, but what brought you to Amity to begin with? Mayor Montez has publicly stated he never even had a chance to reach out for help before you were on the scene.”

“That was all Robin’s doing,” said Conner. “He’s friends with Phantom, you know.”

“Yep,” agreed Tim. “We were in the area when our transport broke down. Impulse figured out where we were and I knew of Amity due to my friendship with Phantom. Since we weren’t on a time limit, we decided to pop into town for a visit. Imagine our surprise when our very first evening here, we experienced a ghost invasion!”

Cassie laughed. “Oh, come on, Rob. With our lives, it really wasn’t that surprising.”

“Yeah,” said Bart. “We’ve totally had weirder things happen to us.”

Steve leaned forward and pitched his tone lower as if conspiring with them. “Well, I’ll definitely be asking for some of the details on what those might’ve been later. But first, I have to ask. Robin, how did you meet Phantom? He’s that ghost in the black-and-white jumpsuit, right? As far as I know, he’s only ever been seen in Amity. And you’ve certainly never been here before.”

Tim took a breath, this was the moment. “Yep, that’s him. And, well, it may be strange, but I knew him before he was ever Phantom.”

“Before he was Phantom? Do you mean…” Steve let his voice trail off.

Tim let out a low sigh and closed his eyes. He really had to sell this. “Yeah.” He made sure his voice was rough. “Yeah. I knew him before he died. He was one of my best friends growing up and we’ve known each other for years.”

Conner put a hand on his shoulder. “Rob…”

When even Steve needed a second to figure out how to reply, Tim figured he did a good enough job. “So you know him when he was alive,” Steve said. “Who was he? Where did he live?”

“I’m afraid I can’t answer that,” said Tim. “He was young when he died and his family don’t need people harassing them. They’ve been through a lot. And I know Phantom’s reputation isn’t the best.”

Steve let out another put-upon sigh. “And there you go being reasonable when all I want is the hot gossip. Fine, no questions about who Phantom was. I’m sure you were thrilled when you found out he came back as a ghost, though.”

Tim laughed and was glad Steve was able to change the mood of the interview so quickly without him doing anything. “Oh absolutely. I near about had a heart attack when he called me up out of the blue to say he was a ghost now! This was my first opportunity to visit him since, you know.”

Conner nudged him. “So he brought us along for the ride.”

Steve hummed. “So for the rest of you, this is your first time meeting Phantom?”

“Yep,” said Bart. “I like him. He’s cool.”

“So, Impulse, you think he’s trying to help us. Because it seems like whenever he shows up, things get broken and we have to spend days or weeks and tens of thousands on repairs.”

“Robin knows more about it than I do,” said Bart, “but I guess what let Phantom cross back over to Earth is allowing other ghosts to cross back over. Phantom just wants to spend more time with his living family and friends. The others ghosts…”

“They want more than that,” finished Tim. “Phantom’s explained it to me a bit. They all have something driving them that can only be fulfilled on Earth. And they don’t care what they have to do to satisfy that drive. So Phantom steps in to try and prevent them from causing too much damage or hurting anyone. Then he forces them back to the dimension they come from.”

“In fact,” added Cassie. “We spent all night talking with Phantom and we got his side of the story on several of his fights since he first came to Amity. We’ve written it all up and submitted them to the local paper, so look in the OpEds over the next few days if you want to know the truth.”

“Oh, well now you’ve definitely got me intrigued! I think I will. Anything you'd be willing to share with us now?”

“Do you remember how a month or two ago, a giant robot was seen in Amity?” asked Tim.

“Not something I’m likely to forget!”

Tim laughed. “I’m sure! Well, what you don’t know is that he crossed over to Earth from the Ghost Zone about three or four days before you ever saw him. Phantom kept him from gaining a physical body for days before Technus was able to get past him.”

“Really? So you’re saying that without Phantom, we would’ve been dealing with that robot for a lot longer?”

“Yep.”

Steve asked several more questions about Phantom. Some serious: How does he plan to decrease property damage going forward? We’re coaching him on how to move a fight and deescalate conflict. And some light hearted: So I heard he’s a dog person? Oh, absolutely. A ghost dog adopted him a few weeks ago.

Then the questions turned more personal as he moved on from Phantom and asked about their lives and exploits. And before they knew it, the interview was over.

“Thanks for reaching out,” Steve said as soon as they left the recording studio. “You are by far the biggest guests I’ve ever had on.”

“Thanks for agreeing to have us on so last minute,” said Tim.

“How could I possibly say no?”

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Hope you enjoyed the interview! I probably won't go into detail for the TV one since it'd just be rehashing the same information.

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[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 9

don’t look back. remember? this is all we need.

if we kiss, you’ll be healed.

it’s not real. you just need someone to save.

could you at least wait until i’m gone?

everyone’s scared of something.

words just kind of fall out of my mouth sometimes.

it’s hot, sexy, heroic.

i took the blame to protect you.

this whole time, i’ve been trying to prove myself. prove that i belong. that i’m tough enough, strong enough. 

i care about you so much, but it just doesn’t feel the same as it used to.

by the way, now would be an excellent time to have a reliable therapist.

if even one person sees you, you don’t count as invisible anymore.

i give, like, a huge fuck. i give the biggest fuck.

i know we’re family.

i’m actually dealing with life or death things right now.

do you think i wanna be like this?

i suffer from anxiety and dread.

you have no idea what i’ve given up to protect you.

i will never find a new you.

i’d give you anything, because i love you.

if you’re in that much of a hurry to fucking die, you should just go and do it.

the second we stop looking for answers, that’s when we lose. 

we could’ve died. there’s no way we could’ve survived that.

i don’t wanna find out who i am without you.

we could be anywhere, i mean we could be here, we could be there, we could be anywhere in the world, but it would not matter, because you are my home. and i would really like to be yours.

you’re pretty when you smile.

maybe nothing’s ever gone.

i have to remind myself to breathe sometimes.

who doesn’t want easy? who doesn’t want to just fucking be okay?

i’ve never been more scared before. i’ve also never felt more alive.

being ready and being nervous aren’t mutually exclusive.

i respect you. you don’t take shit from anyone, including me. which is very cool.

i didn’t think you’d be the type to be into sharing your feelings.

when we had sex, it didn’t mean anything. it was a mistake.

a final girl must have a high threshold for pain.

i lost my mind for a couple of days. it just felt good to have a distraction. 

whenever i see some filth, i think of you.

the universe decided to drop a reminder of my greatest failure on my doorstep.

always focusing on someone else’s problem makes it easier to ignore your own.

i always knew that there was a part of you that i could never touch.

the best that i could do was love you and hope that that was enough to keep you here.

i’ve only ever done my best to save lives.

do not talk to me about pain.

it’s broken. i’m broken. and i can’t fix it.

you said we were a family. you lied. 

i’d play the hero ten times over if it meant being here with all of you.

so, as it turns out, my life is wherever you are.

try to concentrate on everything you have waiting for you when you get out of here.

you have someone waiting for you. i do not.

yeah i fucked up, but i did it my way.

it’s real, and i’m fucking terrified.

i’m doing way worse than sending nudes.

i can just radically accept that my mom is a cunt.

i’m like obsessed with being cool and popular. it’s fucking pathetic.

i think shitty things keep happening because i’ve been a self-centered asshole.

she’s mean to me. am i into that?

you’re just jealous because someone actually loves me.

i’ve never been this close to someone i’m not hooking up with. i just have a fucked up sense of intimacy.

you always make loving me seem like the easiest thing in the world.

it’s exhausting to lose a loved one.

she’s really great. she’s so great it scares the shit out of me.

am i being shitty? i don’t wanna be shitty.

being back in that house just reminds me i’ve always felt really, really lonely here.

talking about you ain’t making it about you.

everyone stares at me. i’m famous.

we don’t really have a great relationship just ‘cause of the whole ‘dead’ thing.

i don’t wanna be here anymore. i wanna be where you are.

so you’re mad at me for pushing you to be better?

i wanted to be here with you, ‘cause you’re in my head.

your superpower is that you’re shameless.

it’s not the end of the world. it’s just the beginning.

i know you. you’re already making decisions out of fear.

you said you needed me.

i wanted to do it with you.

so you’re willing to lose me, too?

i uprooted my entire life for you. i put you first because i care about you. i can’t believe you won’t do that for me. you’ll never do that for me.

bullshit, you’re lonely all the fucking time. you’re gonna die that way, too.

i guess all the time i feel kind of trapped because i can’t describe how i’m feeling.

[cookie-crumblr]

The Smell of Smoke

F!Reader x OC

Part 9~

His Info: 🐺🍒

Part 1 — Part 8, Part 9 Epilogue.

(parts 1 - 8 is a different ML)

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F! Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, married reader, reader has ptsd, therapy, werewolf, size kink/difference, reader in a dress, bloody meat eating(not by reader), comfort for all the past hurt, protected sex, sweet tbh, lovey dovey, p in v, fingering, squirting,

It’s been a few years… Well five to be exact.

You still haven’t been able to have sex in a while, but your partner doesn’t push you.

In fact he doesn’t even ask.

He just wants you to be happy and he knows when you’re ready you’ll come to him.

He’s comfortable with you, and you’re comfortable with him.

You both live in a cozy little stone cottage with a fireplace in the middle of a spruce forest. It’s perfect, everything you needed after everything you went through.

You also, thankfully, have internet, and are able to attend weekly meetings with a therapist, and monthly meetings with a psychiatrist.

Ever since what happened you’ve hardly been the same person, but you’ve been filling your hollowed shell back up slowly with things you can enjoy, and Ace helps you every step of the way.

And After his brother died he didn’t chase you down, he was just there for you, and you were there for him.

It happened as naturally as the rivers rush to ocean. As caterpillars morph into butterflies.

And you’ve always trusted him, even when it was all going down.

He doesn’t even mind in the slightest that you spend your nights reading smut about abusive partners to cope with what you delt with. Even though it worried him at first, he thought that you might try and go seek it out. He knows now it’s just a safe mechanism to help your brain feel less traumatized by what happened in the past.

Your life is peaceful.

Today’s your marriage’s anniversary!

Ace is walking you through the woods, a picnic basket on one arm, and you on the other. The trees smell so amazing…

He even offered to carry you, but you just giggled back at him, and walked ahead until you realized he’s leading the way and had to return to his side.

His muscles are even bigger now, he chops firewood for you both all year long to stock up so he doesn’t have to as much in the winter. And in the winter he has a weight lifting set in your shed with a space heater.

He takes his morning runs, and his monthly transition is one of the easiest things you’ve had to “deal” with, as he calls it. He turns into a big humanoid puppy, it’s too good to be true, and you wouldn’t believe it yourself if your didn’t get to cuddle a massive and super warm, super fluffy werewolf every month.

You don’t need the fireplace or even blankets on those nights, his massive body keeps you toasty.

“We’re almost there,” He sighs happily, his big warm hand covering yours to were your fingers look just so tiny it’s almost funny to you.

“I can’t wait! I um… Have a surprise for you too, hah,” You laugh trying not to sound nervous.

“You didn’t have to get me anything Y/nick/N! I just love you!”

“Well i did anyway!” You stick your tongue out at him defiantly.

“Hah! well okay then, I’m not about to turn down anything from you!” His beaming smile is contagious and you breathe in the fresh, nature scented air.

He leads you to a gorgeous clearing not too far from your home with a lake and a waterfall… He put up fairy lights, and it looks like the cleaning is sparkling! It’s beautiful, like actual little fairies dancing between the branches all around.

“Woah!” You pull away from him to run ahead, and do a spin. Your dress flows out as you do.

The grass is so soft here, and the setting sun kisses your skin through the branches.

You deserve this life.

This nice, peaceful, perfect life.

With a partner that actually loves and cares for you.

Speaking of, You turn back to see him gazing in utter awe at you. His head tilted to one side like an innocent puppy with his ears perked up waiting for a treat.

And you have one for him… After food of course.

“Come, let’s eat! I made your favorites,” He learned your favorite foods and learned how to make them for you, all those bad days of panic attacks and flashbacks made better with a yummy treat. Sure it didn’t fix them, but he cares and that’s what helped the most. His actions show nothing but care and love and patience with you.

Your meal is amazing, he’s cooked it to perfection. His is an extra rare steak and some grilled asparagus. You always know what he’s gonna pick to eat too, something bloody with a side of homegrown dark greens.

He built you a green house and raised flower beds, so most of your food you get to grow yourself, he hunts for the rest.

You’re both relaxing with content bellies when you look from the stars to him, and down to your hand in his.

“Ace, I want you…” you tell him in earnest.

“A-are you sur— No, right! Of course you are… Please tell me the second you’re uncomfortable, I won’t be upset!” he stammers a little, while messing with his fluffy pink mop.

In your purse you brought lube and a condom, and you show him with a hot face.

His smile is dorky and cute, if his tail was out it’d be wagging, he can’t help his excitement, and his aura’s vibrations in the air seep into your body.

You smile your own cute dorky smile back up at him.

He gently takes your hand and leads you down into the grass, laying you on your back. The ground hugs you, and feels just like a comfy cushion all around. The weeds tickle your arms and legs adding to your overall giddiness.

he puts the condom in between his lips while he takes off his shirt over top of you.

He keeps looking at you with big round pink puppy dog eyes, making sure you’re still alright.

His rough hands that are oh so soft against your skin, travel from your calves to your thighs, around your sides up to your collar bones and down your arms. He’s worshiping every inch of you.

You join him and start to feel up his muscles, his rock hard chest, to his washboard abs, back up to his shoulders and down his huge arms and into his hands.

“C-can we hold hands…” You ask looking away bashfully.

a tear forms in the corner of his eye, “You’re so precious, Y/N” he blinks it away with an honest and heartfelt laugh. “I have to… Put this on first” His dorky smile comes right back and you let go, your hands in little nervous fists up on either side of your chest. “Hey it’s okay, I’m here, You’re okay,” He coos, and gently finds your hands again.

“May i?” He asks, and you nod your head. His hand glides over your skin again, pulling your dress up over your waist, and exposing your lower half. He pulls down your panties and lets out a shaky sigh, admiring your body.

His lust is palpable, and you’re feeling the heat too. You have been for a while, you just still felt so scared. Everytime you’d think about it and you’d be unable to breathe or function for days. Not to mention the night terrors that had you waking up punching Ace, not knowing it was him and not Ezra.

But it’s been long enough and you want to be fully free and happy, without the past weighing you down anymore. You were finally getting better.

Healing.

He presses a couple fingers to your slit, “I-is this still okay?”

“Y-yes!” You quietly gasp your response, not fully expecting his touch that time. His hands are so hot, and so, so big, and calloused. You feel every bump, as he starts to slowly spread your lips, and get your slick before coming up to your clit for a quick spin. He remembers the lube and puts some on his fingers, “I’m, gonna open you up.” He tells you both.

Even though he’s a little awkward, his directness is turning you on more, and soon he makes contact to your skin with the cool jelly. Goosebumps raise over your flesh and he squeezes your hand with his own. His other presses into you, at first you yelp but hold his hand there so he can’t pull away.

Seeing you holding his arm, he pushes his fingers deeper in. your back arches with them and you squeeze his other hand, bringing it closer to you, you kiss his thumb in a loving gesture.

He could seriously cry right now. But he has to do this for you. He wants nothing more than to make you happy, than to make up for everything he let his brother get away with, with you. He doesn’t think he ever could, he knows he can’t. He isn’t delusional.

He curls them inside you, and finds a spot that makes you mewl and stays there, massaging it with his thumb and two fingers in a big soft circular motion.

You’re sighing it feels so nice, like an actual massage, as if this isn’t even sexual he makes you feel pure.

“I think… I’m ready,” You gasp, and hold his forearm now with both hands trying to pull him away and the second you tug he follows your lead.

“I love you,” He kisses your head, and lines himself up with you, he makes sure he’s holding your hand in one of his, he puts it up over your head against the grass. so he can hover over you. eyes level with your own.

“I love you—Tooo,” you let out a high pitched sigh as he pops his spongey tip into you and rolls a little. “Haaah ahhh” Again he massages that one spot this time with his hot cock, and it’s driving you mad! you can’t help but want to be fucked now. “Please A-Ace! F-fuck me!”

Your words almost awaken his beast but he has to keep that locked away. Not right now, maybe in the future, but not right now. He starts a slow pace, but it still isn’t enough for you.

“Ha-harder! please! Or faster! o-or both!”

He listens and jostles your whole body with one hard thrust all the way in, kissing your cervix. He looks you all over to make sure you’re okay but you’re in ecstasy, brows knitted, lip bitten, moaning… Waiting for more.

He gives it to you, pounding into you with a controlled vigor, he’s used to having to control himself, so this comes naturally to him, even without much experience.

He changes his pacing frequently to keep his own excitement down while yours rises.

Quicker and quicker!

and then a slow pound into you as deep as he can. Speeding back up and only pushing in about halfway, hitting that spot and so frequently~ “Ah~” If you’re not a squirter you are right now.

You’ve never had an earth shattering, universe opening, orgasm like this one before. Holding the hand of someone who really truly loves you. You come so hard for him.

“I’m so, so proud of you! You did so good! You’re— Youre amaz-ing!!” He comes so sweetly as he coos to you.

When he pulls out he takes your lips with his own. Then pounds into you until your both coming undone again and shaking, your legs are twitching so bad by the end that you can barley stand.

He carries you home that night a satisfied and happy man.

[soulkeeper801]

Dare pt 3 - Hirai Momo

Requested:   Momo gets dared by the other members to find the easiest person she thinks will sleep with her(ends up being reader). They eventually end up dating and falling in love. But reader eventually finds out about the dare and confronts Momo. Angsty.  

Momo x f!reader

Words 1.2k

pt 1 pt 2

Part 3

“Crazy, right?” Momo said as a gleeful smile adorned her face and she chugged down a glass of beer that had been sitting in front of her.

The other girls were in awe of what they just heard.

“So tomorrow we’re flying out to Jeju to spend the weekend together and I’m finally going to confess”.

A couple of weeks ago, Momo had been dared to sleep with someone as a game between the girls. No one thought she was going to be able to successfully carry out the deal, they knew she wasn’t built like that. 

However, Momo met you. Not only did she cross her path with the one who would make the others shut their mouths, but you were the girl that stole her heart after the first time her lips touched yours.

Momo believed in destiny. She knew everything happened for a reason and the reason she was dared to do stupid things was to find you, to gather the courage to ask you out, take you home and realize everything she was waiting for was you.

“You were supposed to sleep with someone, not make plans to spend the rest of your life with her!” Nayeon teased as she recognized the look on her roommate’s face.

“It just happened,” Momo replied, her mind wandering again to the thought of you. “I guess I have to thank you for that”.

Nayeon laughed out loud. “Anything for my Momoring!”

“What do you plan to do?” Jihyo asked, ready to know every detail of whatever the older girl had in mind.

“I don’t wanna do anything over the top. I booked a dinner at a really nice restaurant and I’m going to pour my heart out under the moonlight”.

Eight girls squealed at such remarks.

“Who knew Momo unnie was this cheesy!”

*

Everything seemed like a dream.

You were standing in front of the most beautiful beach house you’d ever seen. 

As you stepped over the threshold of the house, your senses were immediately enveloped in a symphony of sensations. Your eyes widened in awe as they took in the breathtaking view that stretched before you. 

The expansive windows framed an unobstructed panorama of the azure sea, its waves dancing in a joyful rhythm against the shore. A pristine stretch of sandy beach lay just a few steps away, inviting you to indulge in the pleasures of the sea.

And the most beautiful girl in the world was holding your hand, her gaze fixed on you watching you in awe, just like you were.

“You…” you muttered, “you didn’t have to…”

Momo smiled pleased. “Yes, I did. I wanted us to have a very special weekend,” she replied, her hands taking yours and placing a soft kiss against your knuckles. “I think…” she continued, a bit timidly this time, “we’ve spent so much time together, yet we have a lot to learn about each other…”

The remark made you blush a little as you left your bag on the living room floor.

“Let’s make time for everything this weekend, alright?” she proposed, her voice regaining the confidence you loved so much. 

She pulled you into her as your hands were still tangled together to taste your lips one more time. You wrapped your arms around her neck, allowing her to roam her hands on your sides, to your breast to finally cup your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered as you looked intently into her eyes. 

Stars swam in them. She looked at you with adoration as her lips caught yours one more time.

Your hands quickly found their way under Momo’s shirt. As your hand made contact with her skin, a choked gasp flew from her mouth that you took as a sign to sneak your tongue in, deepening the kiss the way you knew she loved.

“Don’t you wanna see the bedroom?” Momo asked out of breath, already excited about what was ahead for the both of you.

An eager nod was enough for her to take you there.

You were ready to have the weekend of your life.

*

“This way, please,” a man dressed in a tuxedo signaled with his arm for you to follow him. 

Once again, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

As you stepped through the ornate entrance of the exclusive restaurant, your breath caught in your throat. 

The opulence of the surroundings was utterly mesmerizing.

As you walked across the polished wooden floor, your heart raced in anticipation of the view that awaited you. And then, as you approached the table, the sight that unfolded before you left you utterly speechless.

The table was set impeccably, adorned with fine china, delicate glassware, and flickering candles that added a warm and intimate ambiance. The sound of soft music played in the background, a gentle melody that serenaded your senses and complemented the soothing symphony of the sea.

You opened your mouth to praise Momo for doing all of this.

“Shh,” she simply said, a smirk still dancing on her lips. “We deserve all of this”.

You nodded shyly, taking the seat next to her. 

“I…” she started talking, her gaze fixed on you but her hands portraying nervousness. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about what we have”.

She gulped, looking at your face, trying to catch any sign of what she was saying didn’t make you uncomfortable at all.

“It’s only been a few weeks that we know each other, yet when I’m with you I feel like I’ve known you my whole life,” she continued, her hand found yours intertwining your fingers. “I’m not the best at expressing myself but I’m going to do my best, alright?”

You nodded sweetly as she cleared her throat.

“Being here with you, under this moonlit sky and beside this mesmerizing sea, has made me realize something profound. It's not just the beauty of the scenery that has taken my breath away tonight. It's the way you make everything around you seem even more enchanting. Your presence, your laughter, the way your eyes light up when you talk about things you're passionate about – it all brings a kind of magic to every moment we share."

You looked at her, your eyes shimmering with a mixture of surprise and emotion, and she continued, her voice steady with sincerity.

"I've treasured every moment we've spent together, each memory we've created. And in those moments, I've come to understand that what I feel for you is more than just a moment. It's a connection that goes beyond words, a bond that's been growing stronger with each shared smile, every heartfelt conversation, and every stolen glance."

Her glassy eyes found yours once again, the overwhelming feeling of pouring her heart out was a lot for her to take. 

“I don’t know how you did it, but you made me fall for you, hard. Now I can’t imagine my days going by without seeing you or listening to your voice”.

A huge smile plastered on your face, almost ready for what was coming.

“Y/N,” she continued, a slight shade of pink adorning her cheeks, “I wanna be your girlfriend, officially. I want us to hold hands in the building and let everyone see we’re each others’. I don’t want to keep hiding and meeting like we’re sneaking off”.

“I’d love to be your girlfriend,” you finally muttered. Your own eyes filled with tears realizing the most beautiful girl you’ve ever met was on the same page as you.

No more words were needed between you two. You had found each other forever.

--

Part 4 (last part)

[sourbinnie]

Hi omg I just came across ur page, I loved your recent it was so cute & now I’m dying for more comfort Hyunjin.

Can I request reader being on her period so she’s rlly irritable and then Hyunjin comes home saying he has a stomach ache and she thinks he’s just joking around so she just ignores him but then later realizes he’s being serious when he doesn’t eat dinner n feels sick so she feels bad and takes care of him.

title -> misinterpreted pair -> hyunjin x fem!reader genre -> hurt/comfort + fluff warnings -> mentions of periods + mentions of food + cursing a/n: yall i think im a sucker for hurt/comfort jinnie, thank you for you request! <3 it came out shorter than i expected but i still hope you like it ¡! :(

as if the day couldn't get more annoying, periods happen. ok, it's not like i had a lot on my plate but there's no worse sensation than your uterus kicking you like you deserve it. it was painful, annoying and overall made me feel like complete garbage. i carried through work like i could, continuing with my day like i wasn't suffering every step of the way. getting home was a task too but i managed through it and decided to throw myself on the bed, trying every single position to see if it would make the pain go away. 

i know i wasn't the easiest to deal with when i was like this but i was hoping hyunjin would understand. 

speaking of him, he was just about to come in through the door every minute now and the things that i usually get ready for him, are not there. like i said, i hope he understands that it's not my best day and he can get them on his own. i know practice must've been a lot and i truly wish he would take care of himself better.

"(y/n)?" i hear my name being called out and i don't even have the strength to get up. feels like the weight is pulling me down again. i manage to do so in a few tries but everything still spins and hurts around me. "missed you baby." he says when he sees me and gives me a hug which i have to retract because of the tightness of it all. he looks at me confused which i have to explain.

"i'm on my period and everything sucks right now." i say calmly but dying on the inside. "i'm sorry if i'm gonna be a bitch to you at any moment but right now i just need to rest."

"oh, that's okay i actually had like a stomach ache through the whole day so i get it." and i just sigh 'cause i knew he was messing with me. he always likes to do that and even with the confused look on his face, i wouldn't fall for it at all. i decided to not linger on it and go to our room to get my sweet sleep as much as i wanted to stay and cuddle with my boyfriend, i knew it would only bring pain and uncomfortability.

✉ ✉ ✉ 

getting up and being met by the moon in the night sky was not my plan all along. hyunjin was by my side, he didn't even try to cuddle with me which i thanked for but he looked a little odd. i couldn't place my finger on what it was but i had to get up and make dinner before it was too late. as i tried to concentrate in the cooking and not the pain (again), i tried to place my finger around what was going on with my boyfriend. 

could it be that things didn't go well today? but he didn't look mad or sad. he also didn't say anything about the boys (usually there's one or two comments about felix). maybe he was just tired and didn't need me on top of his business and i was just panicking over nothing.

"babe?" he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts and there was definitely something going on. he looked pale but at the same time it looked like he had a run a marathon with all the sweat and i was starting to see things better. "oh no, jagi i love your cooking but i think i'll pass today."

i placed the dinner on the table and i looked at him. he never passed on my cooking so something 100% was off today and what did i miss? as i got close to him i tried to repeat our conversation today. my hand went directly to his forehead and as everything started to make sense with him burning up, i said.

"fuck you weren't lying, you truly had a stomach ache." i felt like crying right then and there. even if i felt terrible, i still would do anything to take care of hyunjin. it hurt that i put myself first when he was hurting just as much as me. i didn't want to cry though, this was my chance to make it better unless he hated me at this very moment and didn't want me to do anything and-

"you're thinking too much and yes i did or i still do. i don't know, everything's kinda of spinning and i think i might have a fever." he said and i immediately sat him down as i looked for the termometer. thinking of every remedy and healing technique i went through my entire life as i came back and made him open his mouth. 

"i'm sorry jinnie. i should've been more careful and paid more attention to your words." i said and he wanted to say something but i stopped him. "nuh uh no moving! also i'm gonna tell the boys you're not going tomorrow." that's when he also wanted to protest but i took the termometer out and checked. 

"so? do i have a fever?" he said and i nodded as he responded with a sigh. "i can't miss practice when we're learning a new choreo though, babe you know how it is".

"but you also can't practice if you're basically running a fever and feeling dizzy, what if you pass out?" i said and i could see that he was seeing my point. "just let me text chan and then i'll have all the time in the world for you."

"but what if you get sick too?" he pouted and i just smiled because even in the sickness of it all, he still cared about me. he really was the sweetest guy i've ever met.

"if i get sick, i get sick baby, there's nothing bad about it plus i get to spend time with my favorite person." i said laying him on my lap as i messed with his hair and caressed his cheek.

he eventually fell asleep and i just couldn't stop looking at him. i decided to slowly get up without disturbing him, then i would call work and tell them that i would be taking the day off to spend it with my loved one 'cause it's what he deserved.

[allthefandomthings55]

Life in the Limelight

Chapter 4

Y/N POV

Friday night 10 PM

I’ve already sent my security home for the night and am sitting at my kitchen table having a glass of white wine when my phone rings. I look down to see the name Spencer Reid. I answer the call, “Hello Spencer. What’s up?”

“Hi, Y/N uh nothings up per se, but I was calling to tell you that I, uh, I can make our brunch thing tomorrow if you were still up for it?”

“Still up for it? Absolutely! I mean did everything work out with work?”

“Oh yeah we found them or her rather.”

“Wow a woman? I would have never guessed that.”

“Well actually although women serial killers aren’t common they do make up about 15% of serial killers. Sorry you did not want to know that.”

“No it’s alright! That was an interesting fact. What time did we say for tomorrow again? Was it 1:00?”

“No, it was 12:30. Sorry not trying to correct you but I have an eidetic memory so I can remember pretty much everything I read.”

“Woah, that is so cool. So like you only have to read chapters once and you have them memorized?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s gotta be helpful on tests.”

“Oh it is. I mean I have three Ph. D.s and a few Masters and a couple of B.A.s”

“Oh, that’s a lot. So you’re like really freaking smart.”

“I like to think so, but that makes me sound arrogant.”

“No it doesn’t! Not when someone else is asking you. Anyways, I’m going to head to bed because I think I’ve had one too many glasses of wine to be talking to an extremely handsome guy on the phone.”

“Oh, ok yeah I will see you tomorrow. Bye.”

“Bye Spencer.” Once I hung up I realized what I said and froze for a moment. I cannot believe I said that. I finished my glass of wine and went to bed.

NEXT MORNING

I woke up at 6:30 Saturday morning and got a little excited about my brunch with Spencer today. Instead I go get ready to work out for today to get my blood flowing. I need to keep working my cardio for my upcoming tour so I start on the treadmill. After I run on the treadmill for a couple of hours I decide to hit the weights. Not much weight but many repetitions. I checked the time after I finished that and it was 9:00. Once I took a shower and only got halfway dressed for the day I went back down to my kitchen. Since it is close to my brunch, I decide just to get a cup of coffee and eat some fruit. When I was done with that I sat and relaxed for a while on my couch. I started to watch some TV. I don’t get to do that often so I took advantage of the down time while I had it. When I checked the time it was 11:00 and I figured I better get ready if I wanted to be on time. Looking through my closet, I decided to wear a black skirt with a white grid on it. I also wore a white sweater; not anything heavy, but something longsleeved that’s light. That last couple parts of my outfit should be the easiest. For my shoes I decide on a black platform that are five inches tall and a simple black handbag big enough to put my cell phone and some cash in. 

At about 12:00 I started to head to the restaurant. I leave out the back way and drove myself to the restaurant. When I get there, I park on the side and call my friend Bella who owns the restaurant. “Hey, Y/N. What’s up?”

“Oh nothing much. I was hoping that you could let me in the back so I didn’t have to deal with people staring at me?”

“Oh yeah yeah I got you. Give me a second.” After waiting just for a couple of minutes she opens the door and pops her head out. “Hey get on in here.”

I follow her in through the door, “So, I’m actually meeting someone here and I was hoping you could tell your staff to escort him to my private table? I just don’t want to make a huge commotion.”

Bella smiles at me, “You have a date don’t you!”

I shush her, “Be quiet! I don’t want anyone to know I’m here.”

“That’s not a no,” she sings quietly. 

“Ok, yes I am meeting a man here, but no it’s not a date. It’s merely brunch or more so lunch.”

“But you want it to be a date.”

“Yes, Bella, I would like it to be a date. This one is different! He doesn’t even know who I am! He came up to me at a coffee shop and we talked for an hour about the book I was reading, the book he is reading, the books we have read and want to read. Not once did he say ‘Can I get an autograph?’ or ‘Oh my got you’re global superstart Y/F/N!’ he just spoke with me like I was a normal person.”

Bella thought for a moment, “What happens when he does find out though?”

I sighed, “That’s why I’m going to tell him here and now; as long as I don’t chicken out.” Bella laughed at that, “Hey don’t laugh, I’m serious. He’s really cute and I think, well I think that he would maybe actually date me.”

Bella stared at me, “Holy shit, you’re serious,” I nodded, “well in that case I wish you good luck and I’ll be your waitress so I can keep an eye on you guys.” 

I gave her a hug, “Thank you so much. Anyways, I’m going to sit down, can you bring two glasses of water to our table?”

“You already know it! Now go sit!” Laughing you went to go sit down and texted Spencer. 

Me

Hey, I’m here. Just tell the hostess my name and they’ll bring you. 

Spencer

Perfect. I’m almost there. See you soon.

While I waited I answered a few texts and wrote down some good ideas for lyrics. “Hey,” you looked up and saw Spencer. 

“Hi Spencer! Good to see you.” 

Spencer sat down in front of you. “Good to see you too. How have you been?”

“Oh I’m good. Just a little busy. How are you?”

Spencer sighed, “I’m as good as I can be at the moment. This last case was kind of tough but we caught the woman doing it so it’s all good.”

“A woman? Interesting. Why would a woman harm other women?”

Spencer took in an excited breath, “Well, women offend for many different reasons. Assuming they aren’t psychopaths, women might offend other women because they are a surrogate for an abusive mother, a woman that got with their ex-boyfriend, or any other of that variety. However- wait nevermind, you probably don’t want to hear this.”

I stared at him in awe, “Woah, that was amazing. How did you know all of that?”

He looked surprised, “Well, I’m actually in the FBI. I’m in a specialized group called the BAU also know as the Bahvioral Analysis Unit. We get called in to different police departments when they are having trouble with killings happening.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. I mean well it’s not great that people are dying, but it’s amazing that you guys go in and help them.”

He stared at me, “Uh, yeah but that’s what I do for work, what about you?”

I cleared my throat, “I, uh, I sing.” I chickened out hardcore and decided not to tell him about my superstar status that I have. 

“Oh, well that’s fun. Do you sing at bars or nightclubs?” he asked inqusitevely. 

“Oh, uh, that’s actually where I got my start. I went from bars and nightclubs, to the opera, then to writing and producing my own music.” I was so nervous speaking that he definitely knew. 

He looked confused, “So how do you make money now?”

“Um, there’s no easy way to say this but I’m a global popstar. I make money through music. And I was really nervous about telling you this because I loved how you didn’t know me at that coffee shop and talked to me like I was a normal person and I really don’t want you to think of me differently.” I rambled out so fast I doubted he could even understand me.

He held out his hand, palm up, waiting for me to grab it and I do, “Don’t worry about that. To me, you are just that really cute girl that I met in a coffee shop reading The Odyssey in Greek.”

I looked him in the eyes, “You think I’m cute?”

He blushed, “Uh, well, I -uh yeah I do,” he stammered out. 

I smiled, “Well it’s a good thing I think you’re cute too.” He smiled at that. Bella came around and took our order and we spent the next hour talking and eating. Just getting to know each other. Although Spencer offered I told him that I’d cover the bill and he let me after I spent fifteen minutes convincing him. 

After I got to my apartment, he texted me asking if I got home alright. I responded yes and asked him the same thing and he said yes as well. I flopped on the couch just thinking that although it was unintentional, this wasn’t a horrible first date. 

[separatist-apologist]

Still A Sunbeam

Summary: As a child, Elain Archeron is pushed into a pond by the heir to the Day Courts throne, Lucien Spell-Cleaver, and vows she'll never forgive him for it. But as an adult, Elain finds that if she wants out of an arranged marriage to a Spring Court prince, she will need Day Court's help. More is at stake than a decades-old rivalry, and when their home is threatened, Elain and Lucien will have to set aside old differences and work together

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Day Court was beautiful. Elain had barely slept the night before, too busy sneaking around the palace with wide-eyed wonder. She’d stumbled on a late night party in one of the grand halls which sent her skittering back to her room. She didn’t need the Day Court prince to realize she’d seen him sink to his knees before a rather beautiful female and duck his head beneath her dress.

That sort of thing wasn’t done in Spring. She’d been warned about Day and Rhodes in particular. Killian, who seemed to think he’d claimed her, had protested when Amera Spell-Cleaver finally agreed to let Elain join them at court.

They’ll corrupt her.

Elain understood what really bothered him, though. She might allow another male into her bed when he very much wanted to be the first. Elain had insinuated he might be, if he backed down, careful to make no promises or strike any deals that would hold her accountable. She merely needed him to stop long enough for her father to agree. 

Now she was here, and had a year to figure out a way in which she didn’t have to return to Spring. Going back would all but cement the marriage rumbling between her family and the High Lord. Her father was pushing for it, hoping it would elevate his status at court. Killian, too, though Elain tried hard not to think about that. If she married him, he’d want her to join the other wives, sewing and party planning and gardening. And while there was nothing wrong with those things, Elain wanted to see the world. Killian was over a century old. Of course he was ready to settle down.

She wasn't. Not yet. And not with him. 

Though, if she’d known Lucien Spell-Cleaver would be put in charge of her education, Elain might have begged to go to Summer, instead. Nowhere was better than Day…and yet Elain suspected she was better off with Killian than she was Lucien.

She’d heard the stories about the spoiled party prince. It seemed Lucien hadn’t changed much from the boy throwing a fit over his older brother's needling…though, no one had mentioned didn’t look like a boy anymore. In her mind, Lucien was still the gangly, awkward, angry boy that had shoved her in the pond. 

Reality didn’t match any longer. Lucien was a man by every definition of the word. Tall, broad, and muscular, with the kind of face that likely brought both males and females to their knees. She’d been momentarily stunned—not that he seemed to notice. Which was for the best, as Elain didn’t need to give Lucien any more leverage than he already had. She’d come to work, not ogle him, and had no intention of being anything other than professional and polite. 

A knock on Elain’s bedroom was meant to wake her. She’d been up for hours, carefully selecting an off-shoulder, lavender dress before curling her hair over and over. She wanted the rest of the Day Court to love her, and in Spring, the easiest way to do that was to be pleasing to look at. 

Arina pushed into the room with sallow skin and her long, blonde hair pulled into a messy side braid.

“I’m so hungover,” she said by way of greeting, flopping onto a divan in Elain’s lounge. Elain had met her briefly the day before and wasn’t sure what to say.

“Should we reschedule?” Elain asked.

Arina groaned. “No. I said I’d show you the library and I meant it.”

Arina was, according to Amera, one of the best scholars in their court. Certainly one of the most knowledgeable. With a thousand libraries within the Day Court borders, Elain needed at least some instruction on how they worked and how to access information. Amera had shown her Helion’s personal library, which spanned six stories and boasted hundreds of thousands of texts. 

“Are you sure?”

“The library is quiet,” Arina said with a sigh, forcing herself into a sitting position. “And I can sleep in a chair while you read.”

Elain was out of her depth. Arina stood, wearing loose fitting pants and a matching blue top that showed off the majority of her toned midriff. Elain knew not all courts were as traditional as her own. She’d been excited for it, even—Helion had no shortage of female’s advising him, guiding his policy, and otherwise a part of his inner circle. 

It was one thing to want those things, and wholly another to see how it played out. No one paid Arina any mind as they plodded through the airy, bright corridors of the palace. She was hardly the most scandalous—more than a few females sauntered through in mere scraps clearly meant for swimming. 

“There is a pool,” Arina explained, catching Elain staring for the hundredth time. “Would you like to see it?”

“I don’t have anything to wear,” Elain said, thinking of how carefully her mother had been, packing up her things. All of it had to be modest and appropriate for a lady of her stature. Elain wondered if her parents had known what Elain was walking into and hoped to spare her all but the educational parts to it. 

“I have enough to spare,” Arina replied breezily. Elain believed that, and didn’t know if she was brave enough to try on anything that came from Arina’s closet. “You can borrow one.” Elain offered a tight smile, spared a response by two sentries pulling open heavy oak doors with twin suns carved into the wood. Arina blinked, temporarily stunned by the darkness. 

Elain was stunned herself, though by the sheer size. The open atrium spiraled upward, trailing stairs that led up all six stories of stacks. 

It was hard to imagine Arina in that place, given how she was swaying on her feet. Elain cleared her throat. “Did uh…did you go to the party last night?”

Arina glanced over, eyebrows pulled toward her hair. “Were you there? Because that’s not how I normally ah…I just mean it was unusual for me to um…what did you see, exactly?”

“The prince,” Elain admitted, cheeks flaming at the memory. “I wasn’t there, I just um…I saw him in the hall and I heard the music.”

Arina exhaled. “Oh, right. Don’t judge all of us based on Lucien’s behavior.”

“What were you doing?” Elain asked curiously. 

“Dancing,” Arina said firmly, though her golden cheeks flamed pink. Elain didn’t push it, if only to preserve her own feelings. It had been ingrained in her since birth that ladies behaved a certain way, and common fae another. Ladies didn’t sleep around, they didn’t drink, they just barely danced. They were elevated, special. Delicate creatures in need of care. 

Though, neither Nesta or Feyre had never been described as any of those things. Still, Elain wanted to embody that and have at least one Day Court ally, and so she didn’t press on Arina any harder. Not when it was obvious Arina was embarrassed. 

Eain was a little curious. 

“Everything is arranged by topic, and then alphabetically,” Arina began, striding across the open floor, weaving through tables and chairs in order to show Elain. “And then by year. The higher up you go, the older things become, all the way to the first recorded words of our people. A lot of other courts send scholars to study mating bonds and how the magic of Prythian works—or even their own family lines. But if you just wanted, say, a history of our most current system, that’s just on the second floor, ten stacks back, middle section.”

Elain took a breath. She’d never seen anything like this, and for one moment allowed herself to appreciate just how small she was in the world. Thousands of people had come before her, had left their mark in the pages of the books now sitting before her.

Elain felt overwhelmed. Braced against the back of a chair, Arina looked at Elain with bright, pine green eyes. “What are you looking for?”

It was only ever supposed to be politics and history. Nothing more.

 But Elain had a secret. 

“Seers,” she breathed, looking up ahead. “Where would I find information about Seers?”

Arina blinked, straightening to her full height. This was the part where the scholar asked why she was asking such questions. Why she wanted to know. When she realized Elain’s father was from Hybern, and the magic was different there.

Strange. 

Old.

Feyre, Elain, and Nesta were, in appearance, no different from the High Fae of Prythian. Just beneath their skin, though, lay magic that had long vanished from the shores of the seven courts, marking the three of them with magic not bound to Spring—or any court, truly. Though, Elain had heard Seers once fell within the domains of Day before that magic vanished. 

Elain’s father knew, and her mother, too. Her sisters, by virtue of witnessing her fall to visions. No one else, though, could know. Her parents had been quite clear to all of them that their magic was to remain a secret. Courts would fight wars if they knew what was hidden in Spring.

Nesta, with her icy fire and Feyre, a daemati and elemental magic that made Elain think her youngest sister had been born from the very Mother herself.

And Elain, a Seer. 

Forbidden from speaking about it, Elain was left to the whims of the strange, unpredictable visions that forced their way through. She wanted control—wanted to know how to search those visions for truth and peer into the future without waiting for them to crash into her. 

Arina jerked her head toward the stairs. “Fourth floor. All the way in the back. Cassandra’s journals are still back there. You can’t take them out, but you can read them while you’re here.”

Arina took a seat in the chair, closing her eyes. Elain left her there without a glance backward. She’d start history tomorrow, she swore she would. She’d do everything she’d promised when she left. Today was for her. 

Elain was careful, walking up the stairs like she had nowhere important to be. No one paid her any mind, which was just as well. In a palace as large and busy as Day’s, foreigners were hardly out of place. It was so strange not to find someone waiting around a corner, demanding to know what she was up to.

The people here simply did not care. Elain went all the way back to the very last row, inhaling the smell of parchment and ink. In a case along the wall were, just as Arina promised, Cassandra’s journals.

And just behind her, lined up neatly alphabetically, were books and notes and compiled research on Seers. Elain swallowed, reaching for a fraying book of peeling leather. It was a first hand account of a female who lived right after the first age. She flipped open that first page, fingers tracing the words with reverence. 

Father says I am an abomination. 

Elain might have laughed.

“My mother thinks the same thing.”

LUCIEN: 

Lucien exhaled a breath, drumming his fingers on the wood grain table before him. He could be in the sauna, sweating out the alcohol from the night before. He could have still been in bed while a female with a name he didn’t remember rode his face into oblivion.

Instead, Lucien was dressed and waiting on Elain Archeron, who was half an hour late. Lucien ran his tongue over his teeth, his irritation mounting with each passing second. Fuck her, and fuck this, he thought angrily. He was still a prince—his time was still worth something.

Lucien stood just as the door to the study swung open. Elain stepped inside, red-faced and sweaty. She clutched a book beneath her arm, which Lucien supposed was the cause of her lateness.

He didn’t return to his chair, even when Elain took a seat. She was so obviously trying to catch her breath. Lucien took a breath of air, his heart pounding at the scent of sweat mingled with the floral sweetness wafting off her. Instinctively, Lucien took a step back to try and clear some of the air.

I didn’t help.

“You’re late,” he said, wanting to punish her not just for keeping him waiting, but for the way his body was reacting. It was as if he’d never seen a flushed female before. 

“I know, I—”

“I don’t care,” he said flatly, laying his hands on the table. Elain looked up with big, wide eyes. He wished she wouldn’t look at him. Wished she would leave entirely. Little hairs stood on end against his forearms and the back of his neck, offering a prickling awareness that Lucien didn’t like. She was no one. 

She was beautiful.

Elain blinked, hands fidgeting in her lap. “Oh.”

“I promised two hours. If you want to waste thirty of those minutes doing…whatever it was you were doing, it’s nothing to me. I won’t be the one humiliated in front of Summer Court dignitaries.”

He’d shamed her. Color crept up her neck as fire danced in those soft, brown eyes. Lucien continued. “I told mother you weren’t serious about any of this. Tell me, princess—is this just a little diversion before your pretty little Spring wedding?”

“No, I—”

“A distraction before motherhood?” he pressed, disdain dripping from every word. It was as if he could rid himself of his cursed attraction by hurting her feelings. 

“Your palace is large,” Elain said flatly, though her rapidly rising and falling chest betrayed her own anger. “I got lost.”

“Fascinating,” Lucien said sarcastically. “How long are you staying with us?”

“A year,” she gritted out. 

“Lucky me,” he grumbled, running through all the places he was likely to be over the course of a year. “In two weeks, I’m supposed to bring you to Summer.”

Elain bit her bottom lip.

“Tell me about their trade deal with Autumn,” he said, well aware she couldn’t. Lucien knew, by virtue of being his court's emissary, what Spring thought about females. Very little, if anything at all. Females were delicate and soft, in need of protection—creatures better suited to be wives and mothers. The fact that Elain had managed to end up in his court ought to have been a testament to her tenacity. 

Elain’s cheeks darkened further. 

Lucien nodded his head. “Why, exactly, is this even important to you?”

Defiance blazed from her features. “Is that part of your tutelage? Asking me about my personal motivations so you can mock them?”

The kitty had claws. Lucien raised his brows. “It would be nice to know this isn’t all wasted, but if you want to keep your secrets, be my guest. It makes no difference to me. Father will see how utterly inept you are and send you straight back home.”

Elain looked as if he’d slapped her. She looked him dead in the eye, and in a soft whisper, said, “I will tell your mother you said that.”

Lucien snarled softly. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“She swore you were a consummate gentleman. That you’d take good care of me. I’ll tell her everything you said, Lucien—”

“With tears in your eyes? Will you tell her I shoved you, too? Cry for your daddy—”

“You did shove me!” Elain retorted hotly, rising from her chair. “I almost drowned, you weren’t even sorry!”

“Oh, I was sorry alright. Sorry that–”

“Your brother intervened?” she demanded, lips curling over two rows of gleaming, sharp teeth. Lucien felt tight, like he needed to climb over that table, wrap his hand around her throat and—

“Get out,” he whispered, just barely restrained. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”

He regretted his words the second Elain fled, throwing him the most furious look he’d ever seen. He didn’t doubt she wasn’t going to tell on him, nor did he think he was in the right. He’d taken it too far–-had suggested he wished she’d drowned.

Lucien’s guilt gnawed at him well into the night, keeping him from his usual crowd, even when he heard the thudding music in the distance. 

A knock on his door told him his mother had come.

Only, it wasn’t his mother—but his father, his face a mask of disappointment. Lucien’s leg bounced up and down as he gestured for his father to take a seat in the lounge attached to Lucien’s bedroom.

“Rough day?” his father asked after a long pause. Elbows braced on his knees, his chest bare and Helion Spell-Cleaver didn’t look like a High Lord. He looked like Lucien’s father.

“I can’t help her,” Lucien said with a heavy sigh. 

“All I ever hear is how charming my son is. How kind he is to the females at court. Perhaps,” Helion added with a twinkling expression, “too kind, even, for my liking. You can’t be your usual, friendly self with one Spring Court female?”

“I dislike her.”

“Yes, so she said. Loudly, as she pleaded with your mother for a different tutor.”

“Give her what she’s asked for.”

Helion regarded his son for a moment. “I could. There are plenty of people at court I trust with this task.”

Lucien exhaled, his relief short lived.

“None of them are my son. You know what the High Lord of Spring is like—this is all a novelty for him. A detour for Elain before she marries his son who is a century her senior and watched her grow up. No one is looking out for her—”

“Why am I supposed to?”

“Because I am interested in her,” Helion said gently. “Because I think Elain Archeron could be more than what her parents imagine for her. And more importantly, because she wants that. She believes you tried to drown her and yet she still met with you today. What offense has she committed against you, Lucien?”

Lucien looked at his hands, feeling like a child. He had the feeling his father understood entirely what it was that vexed him about Elain. “She’s difficult.”

His father suppressed a smile. “Your mother accused me of that, once.”

“Don’t,” Lucien replied, irritated that his father would dare. “You and Elain are nothing alike.”

“Will you do this for me, son? Can I trust you to sharpen her just as your mother once sharpened you?”

“And then what? Are you going to unleash her on Spring?”

His father smiled. “Maybe. Just—do this for me. Please?”

Lucien sighed. “She’s not cut out for this.”

“She is.”

His father stood, gold eyes pleading for Lucien to be agreeable when it came to Elain. Lucien could have said no—his father would have foisted her upon someone else. He could have had his nights back, could avoid her entirely.

“I can’t promise to make her sharp…but I can promise to keep her from embarrassing herself.”

His father smiled. “Your mother will be relieved to hear this is all a misunderstanding.”

“I’m not apologizing,” he said sullenly. Helion paused, causing Lucien to groan.

“Don—”

“I raised you better than that.”

Lucien looked up at the ceiling, exhaling hard. “Fine. Fine. Anything else? Should I marry her while I’m at it?”

“Only if you feel so inclined,” his father chuckled, pausing at the door. “Another thing—your brothers will be joining us next week for your mother's birthday—”

Lucien groaned. “All of them?”

“All of them. For three days, at your mother's insistence. You know how badly she misses them. I expect you to be on your best behavior so not to ruin this for her.”

“They’ll ruin it,” Lucien snapped, thinking of how awful the Vanserra’s were. Their behavior simply couldn’t be helped, given who their terrible father was. 

“So long as you don’t. Let's remind your mother why leaving was a good choice, hm? By proving we’re the better males?”

“Yes, fine,” Lucien grumbled. “I can do that.”

“I know you can.”

Lucien waited until he was alone, thinking he ought to go to bed. In the morning he could track down Elain, mumble out an apology he was certain she’d accept smugly, and begin her lessons. 

But he knew he couldn't. Not after everything his father had said and how, more than anything, Lucien hated disappointing his mother. 

He couldn’t remember, exactly, when he’d become aware of his brothers. Eris, Connall, Tanwen and Cadmus. All far older than him, all left to Autumn. What Lucien did remember from his earliest moments, was the misery that occasionally overtook her—how he’d hear her weeping in the bedchamber she shared with his father. Lucien had crept in when no one was around, snuggling beneath the blanket so she could hold him.

She used to whisper, my sweet, lovely boy.

How often had she spoken the words before him? To boys who hated her now, and made it known at every gathering they attended. What had their poisonous father whispered when she’d left with her mate, unable to have both Helion and her sons—and unable to keep her husband from killing her if she remained? 

Lucien had swore he wouldn't be like them. He wouldn’t disappoint her, wouldn’t be the reason she felt a moment's misery.  

He ignored the thudding sounds of music and the way his body pulled, wanting to forget his disastrous night and all his failings. He wanted to lose himself in pleasure until he was little more than a mindless beast. Still, Lucien walked until he found his parents' bedchamber. Praying his father was presiding over the evening's festivities—or working—Lucien knocked. 

A moment later, his mother answered. She had a thin robe wrapped around her figure, and her thick, auburn hair was braided over her shoulder. When she saw him, her eyes softened ever so slightly.

“Are you well?”

It was unusual for him to seek her out so late. Lucien had been a neglectful son as of late. “No. I disappointed you.”

Standing in the hall, his mother reached out one of her delicate hands to caress his cheek. “You have never once disappointed me.”

His heart ached. “I will do better with Elain.”

“I know you will,” she said, those russet eyes sparkling. Lucien nodded, taking a step back down the hall.

“You know,” his mother called, stopping him before he could act on his desires. “You might like her, if you ever forgave her for humiliating you in front of Eris.”

Lucien whirled, eyes wide. “I—”

His mother only shook her head. She knew. All those years of insisting he hated Elain for the lie, and his mother had known the truth of it. Eris, goading him into exploding like he always did, and Lucien, furious and desperate to escape the magic leaking out of him, had knocked into Elain. Had sent her into the pond, which would have been excusable had a starving water wraith not decided to make a meal of her.

Lucien had never forgotten the look of disgust on Eris’s face. His words, just before he dived in after her. Foolish baby Lucien. 

And for Lucien, who had always wanted Eris to like him—who wanted to be Eris, it had been a step too far. Elain had come up spluttering and sobbing, clinging to Eris like her savior and Eris had let her. He’d smoothed the curls from Elain’s face and saved her satin ribbon when it trailed out of her hair. He’d taken her straight inside to her father, handing her over with gentle care.

What was so special about her, then? And not Lucien, who was heir to his fathers court, just as Eris was? Eris, who wanted to see that magic but still hated Lucien all the same? Eris, who thought he was foolish.

Eris, who had been born first—the son his mother still mourned, despite all her happiness. Lucien wanted his attention and he’d gotten it, just not how he hoped. He couldn’t hate his brother. 

But he could hate Elain. 

His mother turned, a sad smile on her face, and closed the door. Lucien took a breath, eyes closed. He ought to go to bed. Ought to deal with the messy emotions roiling through him, if only to keep him from truly exploding one of these days.

He exhaled his breath.

And turned for the thudding music, and the company he knew he’d find waiting.

[emtb319]

Day 6 of Fishtank week, Is it just me or did this week fly by fast?? Today's prompt-memories ---

I’m circling back a little bit to my story from the other day, where Gordon was healing up and restless.  Part of this story is based on my little guy, and my pregnancy with him.  He too wouldn’t (and still doesn't) sit still, tried to come very early, and blew his nurses a kiss while I was in recovery from general anesthesia.   ---

‘Here Gords.  I got you some of those watermelon candies you like.’

‘Thanks.  I think I’ll have 2’s bin of stuffed animals fully stocked soon.’

‘Good.  I found that picture for you by the way.’

‘Oh yea, lemme see.’  Virgil handed him a tablet with some pictures and videos.

‘Mom always knew that you’d take off running.  She let me go with her to some of the appointments.  Dad was back and forth with work, and I wanted to see you.  They’d try to look at your head, so you’d waive your hands in front of your face.  Or, you’d fold up your legs every time they tried to get a look at your bones.’  Virgil took a moment to regroup.  They didn’t talk about their mom very often.

‘Then Mom got sick.  I remember her calling her doctor, then she was gone for a few days.  Dad didn’t tell us much, but looking back, I remember her swollen feet and how she just looked really tired.  When she came back home, we all tried to make sure that she could relax and rest as much as possible.  Dad mentioned that you were almost born that night she was admitted.  She had a lot more appointments after that, but I wasn’t allowed to go.  Dad’s job let him move most of his duties remote, so that he would have the flexibility to go with Mom.’

‘Oh wow.  I remember some stories, but no one told me any of this.  Makes sense though.’

‘Yea.  Mom was looking better for a few days, but then she got sick again.  She spent another 3 days in the hospital.  I remembered Dad saying that you were almost born the last time she was there, so I thought she’d be bringing you home this time.  I’ll admit I was a little upset when she came home, and you were still in her belly.  I know now that was a good thing, but back then I was pretty upset.’

‘Sorry Virg.’

‘I wasn’t anyone’s fault.  You still had to bake, so it was good that she didn’t come home with you.  I was just too young to understand.  I didn’t have to wait too long after that though.  I overheard Dad talking to Grandma one night.  He mentioned something about failing tests and doctors arguing.  After another failed test, they told Mom to head to the hospital.  This time, the doctors all agreed that you were better off on the outside than trying to keep you in.’

‘Dad told us to behave for Grandma, and that he’d call when he had news.  I wasn’t having any of it though.  Scott tried his best to distract me, but I kept bugging him to go to the hospital to see Mom and you.  So, after Grandma went to bed, the 3 of us snuck out with the spare keys that Scott found for Mom’s car.’

‘Oh boy.  I can see Dad’s face when you guys showed up,’ Gordon chuckled.  ‘And, Grandma’s when she realized that the house was empty in the morning.’

‘Yea, we were grounded, but it was worth it.  Mom was pretty out of it after you were born, but they let us come in the back to see you before they took you upstairs to the NICU.  That’s when Scott got the picture of you blowing the kiss.  Dad and John took turns taking videos, until the nurses shooed us out to finish doing what they had to do for you.’  

‘I knew back then Gords...you were my buddy then, just like you are now,’ he said, bumping shoulders with Gordon.

‘Thank you Virgil.  I know I haven’t been the easiest to deal with lately, or maybe ever by the sounds of it.

‘Gordon, you’re fine.  We just need to direct your energy into something productive until you’re back on your feet.  You’ll be fully healed soon, don’t worry.  Trust me, I’m just as ready as you are to have you back.  There’s nothing wrong with having Scott or Alan as my co-pilot, but neither of them are you.’  Gordon wrapped him in a big squid hug.  

‘I had a thought, Virg.’

‘Really?  We need to call the presses.’

‘Oh funny…ha…ha, but really.  You know how the NICU’s sometimes ask for stuff?’

‘Yes.  Donations are always helpful.  The NICU isn’t just for the babies, but for the families too.’

‘I saw an article about these crochet octopi that they use for the babies.  Apparently they help their breathing, help stop them from pulling on their monitors, and just help keep them cozy.  I found a few patterns, but I can’t seem to get it right.  I must have frogged one like 5 times.’

‘Ok, give me a few to take a quick shower, then we’ll work it out together.  Why don’t you call the hospital you were at and ask them if they have a preferred pattern and how many they may want.’

‘I can do that.’

[127tyong]

I.O.U

(Be There For You Follow Up)

A/N: Same universe as BTFY, different characters, same medicine. You don't need to read BTFY to understand this story tho they're kinda their own thing

Pairing: Qian Kun X Reader

Genre: Be There For You AU, Smut, Doctor Kun, Good Ending, (as always, i know nothing about medicine lol)

Warnings: Mind Break, kun is kinda mean

Word Count: 2.3k

“I mean, every college kid does a clinical trial to make a quick buck at least once, right? That’s just like, part of the freshman experience!” You were on the phone with your friend as you stood outside the clinic, ready to get tied up to an IV for 10 hours or have your sleep monitored. 

“Whatever. Don’t let them do anything stupid to you, alright?” Your friend replied, dryly.

“They’re doctors! They wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, right? Anyways, I’m gonna go in!” Way too optimistic, considering you were willing to go through Hell for $1000.

You walked in and went to the front desk.

“Hi, can I help you?” The worker, wearing a name tag that said “Jeno” asked you. He seemed… like your average nerd. Chunky, black rimmed glasses in a rectangle shape.

“I’m actually wondering if you have any studies that I could participate in.” You smiled up at him, biting your lip, as to avoid asking him if his bright pink hair was up to code.

“Hm…” He grabbed a paper. “How about you fill this out to let us get a better grasp of who you are, then I’ll have a doctor chat with you, alright?” He quickly smiled up at you, but his eyes were cold, probably wishing you’d leave him alone already.

You nodded. “Thanks!”

After about 30 minutes and 100 questions later, you were called into an exam room, and you sat on the bed in there.

A young man with wire rimmed glasses and light blue hair entered and applied hand sanitizer. “So, my name is Kun Qian. So I’ve checked your questionnaire and your medical history, and I’ve compiled a list of things you are able to participate in.”

He handed you a stack of papers, and on top, there it was.

Project E 2.0

This medication is being tested to treat PCOS and other hormone irregularities.

Side effects include a heightened libido, sensitivity during sex, as well as more intense and stronger orgasms.

You glanced up at Kun, who was clicking his pen. “I’ll just do this one, it seems simple enough.”

Kun sighed, rolling his neck back to crack his neck. “The E one? It’s important for you to know that the side effects of this medication are… strong, to say the least.”

“What, am I going to go feral? It’s fine, just give me the jab.” You laughed, but Kun didn’t respond.

“Yes. The woman who received the 1.0 version was unable to sleep, eat… she couldn’t live a normal life for several weeks because of it. All she was able to do was have sex and be force-fed by her doctor… Well, boyfriend now, I guess.” He pulled off his glasses and looked you in the eye. “I promise, I will be right here, ready to assist you, or anything you may need, but I need to know that you can deal with the pain.”

“Well, when you put it like that… I guess I should learn a bit more first.”

“Do you have a husband or wife? Any significant other that might be able to help?” Kun started to write stuff down on his clipboard.

“Er, I have a roommate?” You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, unsure of what Kun meant.

Kun exhaled loudly, leaning back in his chair, his annoyance with you obvious. “I meant someone you could have sex with, madam.”

“I have a vibrator?” You laughed, the hairs on your arms standing due to your nerves.

Kun bit his lip. “I think it’s in your best interest to choose another option.”

“Um, but I think this would be the easiest for me… All I have to do is track possible side effects, right? And I can go home?” You flipped through the other studies, ranging from a hypothermia study to a sociology study.

“Well, you’d have to stay here for a week, only so we can see how you’d react… but yes, you can.” Kun clicked his pen against the clipboard. “I’ll give it to you. Let me lead you to your room.

~

It actually wasn’t that bad, considering this was an independent clinic. You had your own bedroom and bathroom, and your roommate sent you clothes for your week stay. 

Kun sat on the chair next to your bed, letting you settle in before giving you the shot.

“I’m ready.” You sat on the bed, shuffling over to where Kun was sitting.

“There.” Kun injected it. “I’ll stay with you for the first hour, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Do you wanna get in bed with me?” You scooched over, letting him in. 

“Um…” Kun stood up, sitting down next to you, taking his shoes off before moving to sit next to you.

“So, Doctor, how’s your day going?” You turned on the TV in front of you, switching the channel to some cheesy reality Lifetime show.

“You’re the first person I’ve seen today, so I guess… Good.” Kun inspected your body, from the palms of your hands down to your chest, then your thighs and feet. “So… what made you want to do this?”

“Money?” You glanced at him, noticing how plump his lips were after he bit his bottom lip. “Why does anyone let themselves do something like this?”

“Well, you’re not wrong, I guess.” The palm of his hand pressed against your forehead, trying to feel for your temperature. “Are you feeling okay?”

“It’s only been like… 5 minutes, so I guess I feel the same.” You looked up at Kun, who was now standing up and sliding his shoes back on.

A minute turned to two minutes, two turned to twenty, twenty turned to sixty…

“I want to check something.” Kun grabbed his stethoscope, putting it in his ears and against your heart. “I’ll be back in a minute…”

You just sat there, scrolling through your phone. 

And it started. Your back hit the bed’s back board, the heat getting to you. You knew you were going to get horny, but you didn’t know it was going to be this bad…

The heavy wooden door opened again. “Okay, so I wanted to see if-” 

“Doctor…” Your voice was so whiny, you hardly knew you could make that kind of tone. “Need you.” You sat on your knees, reaching out for him, lips pouting, drawling out every word. Blood coursed through your veins, your heart beating out of your chest. And you felt all the blood rush to your clit at the sight of Kun.

“Fuck.” Kun pressed the stethoscope back against your chest, and after about 10 seconds he ripped it out of his ears, falling down towards your body, one of his hands on your shoulder, the other on your back. “Come on sweetie, let’s get you in the shower… or something, I…” Kun frantically looked around, his concern for you resulting in a furrowed brow. “Did your roommate bring you anything, a dildo, or…”

“You…” You finally got out a word. “Please, fuck me.” Tears began to well up in your eyes. It truly was a feeling you never felt, it was like you had been edging for days without release.

A million thoughts rushed into Kun's mind all at once. The loudest one being the word pathetic. You were a pathetic, whining mess, begging him for his cock, needing to fuck him. And it made him so hard. Any man would get hard in his situation, he figured. But he knew he had to stay professional, even if it was for a few more minutes. “I… I don’t think I can, I mean, I’m your doctor!” Kun pushed you off him, then slipped your jacket off you, trying to get you to cool down. 

You had a ball of the fabric of Kun’s lab coat in your fist. “Please, I need… anyone.”

“Fuck, fuck… I thought Jaemin fixed it… I knew I shouldn’t have fucking trusted him.” Kun bit his lip, half wanting to search the suitcase and dressers in your room, but also knowing he needed to comfort you right now.

“Cum… Cum inside me…” You whined, your head hitting Kun’s chest. You breathed in the thick scent of his cologne. Minty, musky and woody. He smelled so good, and that just made things worse for some reason. It truly felt like you were going feral, like you were turning back to your primal instincts, needing him inside you, his warm release, to be filled up. “Need… you inside me…”

“Come on baby… work with me.” Kun helped you to your feet, leading you into the bathroom. The lock on the door automatically locked behind the two of you. Kun started undressing you as quickly as possible then pushed you into the bathtub. “Tell me if the water’s too cold.” He turned on the water, the cold helping lower your temperature.

“Kun…” You cooed, wrapping an arm around his neck. “Please, fuck me.”

You caught Kun looking at your body, up at your breasts and down to your thighs…

“I’ll, um…” Kun’s hand entered the water,  and began to rub your clit, making you immediately reach your climax.

“Doctor!” You cried out. “More, more please!”

“I don’t know, I don’t know how to help you anymore…” Kun mumbled, thinking hard.

“Cock, please…” You whined.

“Fuck…” Kun helped you out of the bathtub and wrapped you in a towel, quickly drying you off then leading you to the bed, bending you over the mattress.

“Cum inside, please, please, please…” You really felt like you were actually going brain dead, the only thing on your mind being Kun’s cock. 

And he finally was inside you. You let Kun do whatever he wanted to with your body. You figured he must’ve been pent up, too. The way his cock slammed into your womb, hitting your cervix with ease, letting you know how sore you were going to be tomorrow. His hands made their way into your mouth, both middle and ring fingers hooking into your cheeks, stretching your lips horizontally, making you drool, tongue sticking out on its own.

He was rough, nothing like the shy boy he was two seconds ago, who didn’t even know if he should be fucking you. It was like a flip switched in his brain, like he was just pretending to be kind so his cock would feel even better when it went inside you…

“Doctor, please be gentler!” You felt like you were melting on his dick, so hot and so hard…

“I don’t want to.” His hands moved to your neck, wrapping around your neck, choking you until you were unable to breathe. 

“Cumming!” You screamed out, hitting your second climax.

You felt your womb filling up with Kun’s cum before he pulled out. 

He picked you up and laid you back down. “Do you feel better?”

You nodded, sitting up, covering yourself with the blanket.

“Good. I’ll be back with your dinner.” Kun slid his pants back up then left.

~

And after about 30 minutes you felt like a bitch in heat all over again. 

“Dinner.” Kun entered again after 45 minutes, catching you with your fingers inside yourself. “Jesus Christ…” He sighed, slamming the tray onto the nearest table.

“Doctor…” You whimpered, hoping he would fuck your again. 

“You’re so… pathetic. And whiny.” Kun ran his hands through your hair, then grabbed your hand, pulling your fingers out of yourself and licking your juices off. He stood at the foot of the bed, grabbing your foot to pull you down and began to lick your clit. 

And again, you practically immediately reached your high…

Kun wiped his face, your cum on his nose and lips. “Do you feel better?”

You shook your head. “Cum…” You whined. “Please?”

Kun facepalmed, sighing. “Ride me.” He sat on the couch in your room. 

You slid off your bed and sat on Kun’s lap, facing away from him, lining his cock into you.

“You know, it’ll hurt more if you take it slow. Put it in all at once.” Kun his hand on your waist, stabilizing you. 

“I know!” You whined, shoving it in. “Fuck!”

“Hm? Is that it?” Kun’s tone became more mocking than annoyed. “Do I have to do everything for you?” His arm went under your knees, fucking you under you. 

“You’re in too deep, Doctor!” You cried out. You felt like Kun was in your womb. “You’re not gonna be able to pull out!”

“Don’t think.” Kun instructed.

And you did as told, letting your brain melt into nothingness other than the feeling of Kun’s cock inside you. You probably wouldn’t be able to recall your own name…

That was, until Kun’s cum flowed inside you again, bringing you into your own orgasm.

Kun dropped you back onto his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck and your head fell onto his chest.

~

You woke up still on Kun’s lap.

“How long-”

Kun cut you off. “45 minutes. It’s fine.” But really, the entire left side of Kun’s body was numb.

You nodded. 

“So, what did you think?” Kun asked you as you climbed off his lap and back onto your own bed.

“It was… good. Amazing, actually, I’ve never felt so good…” You started dreaming about getting stuffed full of Kun’s cum all over again…

“I was talking about the medicine, but thanks for rating my dick.” Kun scoffed, getting up to give you your dinner. 

“Oh. Not as fun.” You watched Kun.

“I, um… was thinking that you could live with me and help me test the rest of the iterations of the medication.” Kun hooked you back up to the blood pressure monitor. 

“Maybe.” You took a bite of the dinner. “But I’ll say yes if it means I can keep having sex with you.

“You can keep having sex with me even when you stop being my patient.”

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Fluffy fluff. Smthg very heart warming, with a lot of mutual respect and forehead kisses and hugs and goosebumps and domestic physical intimacy. Would be great if its gender neutral.

When the villain came home, they found the hero in bed already. They didn’t sleep but they weren’t quite there either. A few times this had happened before: the hero didn’t speak, they didn’t eat, they didn’t take care of themselves.

The first time the villain had freaked out. They thought their lover was going to leave them but it passed. The second time it happened, the villain tried clumsily to help them.

Now, they felt a weak confidence that could help them fix this. It wasn’t much but it was there. They leaned against the doorframe, their head even resting against it.

“Sweetheart?” Their voice was soft and the hero looked up, their eyes red, their hair a mess. “Have you eaten today?”

The hero shook their head and let themselves fall back into bed again.

“There are some leftovers in the fridge, I could warm them up for you?”

No answer.

Whatever had happened, the villain didn’t want to let their hero deal with this alone. The easiest way would be kidnapping and torturing the person responsible for this. But they also knew this was rather uncivilised and the hero wouldn’t approve.

What a pity.

They took another look at their lover, how their perfect body sank into the blankets, how their hair was falling into their eyes…they were so perfect it made the villain breathless at times. It was just one of those days, they supposed.

Once they were in the kitchen, they fished the leftovers out of the fridge and filled a glass with water. Maybe they should order the hero’s favourite food? Bake a cake? Go out and get them flowers? The villain wanted to give them as much reassurance as possible but they were still a bit unsure if the hero preferred presents over words.

While their mind raced, searching for a solution, for a reason, they didn’t really hear how the hero came scuffing into the room. They only fully realised it when the hero was hugging them from behind and buried their head in the villain’s neck.

“Oh, my love…” the villain whispered, putting a hand on their lover’s wrist. “What is it?”

They turned around to look at their weary lover. They had a few scratches on their face and as always, the villain wanted to nurse them. But they also knew the hero wanted be independent.

“I’m okay,” they whispered.

“Look, you don’t have to tell me. I just want you to know that I’m here without judging you and I will listen no matter what,” the villain said, caressing their cheek.

The hero didn’t meet their eyes.

“I suck at being a hero,” they mumbled.

“You made your greatest enemy fall in love with you. I suppose there’s something you did undeniably right.”

“I can’t save everyone.” The hero’s eyes began to water. “I was on patrol today and there was a robbery and someone got shot…I’m not used to not saving people. But my team was inexperienced and new and they were so bad and it’s my fault, I was responsible and I should’ve known that they weren’t ready, I should’ve—”

“Sweetheart,” the villain said softly.

“I’m not used to losing, I’m not used to making sacrifices. Everything goes perfectly when I’m in charge. It usually does, it’s like working out, it’s not like a job…”

The villain took their hand.

“My love,” they said, “you’ve saved so many people already. I know you can’t give life a value and compare it to others. But without you the city would be ashes.”

“I don’t know…” the hero said. They were close to crying again and the villain couldn’t bear it. They kissed their hero gently on the mouth.

“You were able to forgive me for the horrible things I’ve done. You have to forgive yourself too or these things will haunt you forever.”

And with time and the villain’s help, the hero learnt to forgive themselves.

[umlewis]

Every Traveler Needs to Try Lewis Hamilton's Hotel Hacks [part 1/2]

The F1 driver has mastered the art of resetting his body clock and getting comfortable on the road.

Lewis Hamilton first stepped into the Mercedes-AMG Petronas car over a decade ago. Before his signing, Mercedes was struggling to produce as a team, but with the young, cunning Brit behind the wheel, things changed. Since then, Hamilton has scored the record for most wins, pole finishes, and podium finishes in the most competitive motorsport in the world. No matter how gifted the athlete, leading the pack like that doesn’t come solely through natural ability, and the driver has found a formula for success that follows him across the globe. Men’s Journal spoke with Hamilton on how he prepares to drive circuits he’s never seen before at speeds over 200 miles per hour, his favorite cross-training activities, and the travel routines that keep him at the front of the pack.

Men's Journal: F1 Las Vegas Grand Prix has a start time of 10p.m. PT. How are you prepping for a night race—any hacks? Lewis Hamilton: Preparing to drive a new track means as much simulation work as possible to get a feel for the course. I have two full days that I’ll do in the sim before I land in Vegas. It’s important to adjust your internal clock, so before we get to Nevada, the team is spending some time in Los Angeles. I’m already adjusting my mornings to waking up and going to bed later to fit with the schedule of a night race. I’m also making sure my meals and nutrition intake fits the new schedule. The key is adjusting the light I’m taking in—using different bulbs with different brightness so I can maintain a good circadian rhythm. Since we travel so much, I always make sure the rooms we’re staying in have blackout curtains so I can get a deep sleep at any hour. I like to keep the room cool, which makes the bed more welcome. The bed itself is also crucial, I like a firm pillow because I like to sleep on my side. The ones I have at home are Tempur-Pedic. Do you struggle with sleep? I’ve never been a great sleeper. For years I would go to bed at 2 or 3 in the morning and sleep for about five hours. But, to be honest, that worked for me, because our days are leading up to the the main event, which is later in the afternoon. So if I wake up at 5 in the morning, I’m probably peaking a lot earlier in the day than if I wake up at 8. So I’m sticking with waking up later, though these days I’m trying to get more like seven hours of sleep a night. The Mercedes Benz team has a partnership with Marriott Bonvoy and The Ritz-Carlton, which seems like a smart one given how much you travel. How do you make a hotel feel like a home away from home? One of the most important amenities is a coffee machine in the room, because I like to have coffee when I wake up on race day or any day for that matter. I love to play music, it calms me so I’ll have my music equipment in the room as well. I have a keyboard that folds in half so it’s easier to travel with. I really want that hotel space to feel like home. The Marriott team takes that to another level, and sometimes they’ll even have a picture of my dog, Roscoe, on the nightstand. It’s also about what I have them take out of the room. I have them take out all the snacks and anything from the minibar, because when you're working strange hours your body can crave comfort. The easiest way to get that is from food, so I want to eliminate any temptation I might have to deal with later. Instead, I’ll make sure the fridge is filled with healthy snacks like fruit. What’s the most challenging part about being a Formula 1 driver? The Formula 1 season is very challenging for all the drivers. We're going to 24 different countries, maybe more throughout the year, sitting in planes all the time. Rest and recovery is a huge part of making sure we're on point when it comes to showing up to the races ready. There's an immense amount of travel involved. My mindset is greatly benefitted by meditation, so I try to prioritize it. I don’t always get to, and I can feel the difference, but the schedule can get very hectic. I always do better when I can put that focus into my mental game. I like to start my day with positive affirmations, no matter what state I’m in, and focus on the things I want to do. That’s where things like playing music comes in handy. Competing has become very serious business, and we work hard, perhaps too hard. There’s immense benefit to smiling to the body and mind. Exercise is also a great way to help me stay sharp, on top of being critical to succeeding in motorsports.

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Eddie Munson Would Include...

Request: I’m so excIted for the Stranger Things season four stuff!! Can I please request some headcanons about what dating Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) would include, please? thank you so much!

I love this man so much so thank you!!

Warning: slight NSFW!

If you enjoy, please help me out by leaving a comment!

(I do not own Stranger Things or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @omralbum.)

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Eddie Munson is... a lot to deal with, in the best way possible. (Baby boy I’m so sorry for saying that about you ily so much I want to wrap my little goblin man up in a blanket and bonk his head fondly I’m going insane.)

I don’t know, I just feel like Eddie would have known you forever. Both in the physical sense, with you only being a few years apart in school, but also that kind of ‘man I’m living in a dream, this is my soulmate and I’m just a dork standing outside life looking in at nirvana’ kind of way.

The first day he met you, he was too nervous to say anything. Instead, he just turned a blooming red all over his face and neck, latched one of his homemade bracelets onto your wrist, and then ran back into class.

The two of you have always been fast friends since then, but sometimes he would confuse you. Looking back, you were just too young to understand why exactly Eddie Munson would keep looking up at you like that. With that tilted, wide wonderous brown eye look and tense jaw. Sometimes, when you’d go out with a little snotty nosed Steve Harrington (the good ol’ days before he was a cool babysitter) you’d follow Steve’s scrunched up nose and confused head tilt to find Eddie sitting over by himself near the swing set. He’s stopped doodling in his journal, but instead ducks his head and buries them deep into the pages to hide his blush at getting caught by you. Or, he’d be skating back home after school ended, and as he fist bumped you goodbye he would always turn around to give you one last last look before he zoomed off down the boulevard - one warm eyed smile that seemed to burn like sun tinged clover as the sun crested behind his head.

So PHEW man, when he was finally in High School and only a few months away from ‘graduating’ for the first time, he finally mustered up the courage to pour out all the words that have been stuck bouncing around his brain and choked up in his chest over the last lingering years. It was a dank, dusty looking kind of autumn night, one’s where Eddie took his mind off all the revision he was not doing by going out and playing gigs to empty bars. Even with only a few drunkards stumbling about the stools, and even if the place reeked of ammonia and smoke, he could feel his heart pound along to the drumming of his friend when he spotted you slip in through the back doors, coming to cheer him on. When you grinned and waved awkwardly up at him, he finally seemed to understand what true happiness must feel like.

When he drops his beloved guitar and runs down off the stage once the set is over, everything finally just comes blurting out from the pit of his stomach like some frenzied hurricane of messy nonsensical noise. 

I’ve got to be honest, dating him isn’t the easiest hill you could have chosen to run up in your life, but it’s by far the most important one you’ll ever choose to take.

He comes to pick you up and drive you both to school every. single. day. My man is impatient (not to get to school, he couldn’t care less about that. It’s just been over seven hours since he last saw you and he’s literally vibrating in his seat), so either be out of the house before he arrives or be ready to try and calm your angry parents when Eddie comes skewing up the road with his hand slammed on the horn. Be prepared as well for him to shove the passenger door open and immediately lean over the gear box to make out with you for a hot minute before you’ve even had a chance to sit down properly. Even though he’s just had his tongue slipped between your lips, he always acts like a flustered little field mouse when he pulls away and smiles at you. He’s such a cutie pie - still nervous and all shy when he leans down and pulls a bag of croissants out from under his seat that he bought you for breakfast.

I mean, you spend half the time eating it, and half the time taking a bite and then shoving it into Eddie’s face so he can share it with you while he’s driving, but you always appreciate the sentiment.

I mean, like... you HAVE to be part of the Hellfire Club right??? Eddie couldn’t bear it if you were away from him that long, so honestly despite how heated and intense the roleplaying sessions can get, they’re also pretty sweet at the same time. Mainly cute looks from Eddie from behind his manual, throwing you heart filled side eyes any time you roll the die. Or, when someone else is deciding their turn, you see a slight grin tug on the side of Eddie’s lips before you feel a thump against your foot under the table. He can’t help the way his chest starts to shake with laughter as you begin to play footsie hard enough to shake the table, even if he’s pretending to be all official and looking straight ahead at the game. In the end, Mike’s had enough and pretends to fake gag at the two of you, which usually ends with Eddie steamrolling his character with a terrible event in revenge lmao.

But by GOODNESS seeing you in one of their Club shirts??? My man will literally roll his eyes back in his head, stagger back into the lockers and clutch a hand over his heart before he falls to his knees pretending to faint every time he finally sees you in the corridor between lessons. Hearing you laugh always makes him burst into those sweet, high-pitched and hair swirling giggles, and that’s all he wants out of life. The sound is the most magical feeling in the world, and suddenly everything seems to make sense as he looks up at you with that bright smile and eyes near bursting with all the love the Universe can barely contain.

He’s definitely a full body kisser - the kind where he just grabs you by the elbow as you pass by in a blur of warmth, cups your cheeks as you turn to look at him in surprise, and kisses you silly. The kind where his back completely hunches over so you’re all encompassed by him, and his cheeks are so smashed against your own while he presses his plump lips against yours that you swear you can feel infinity. And then the little cheek will just swagger off to his last period as if nothing happened. You can always catch him looking back at you with a proud smirk and the softest ass eyes you’ve ever seen, despite his cocky strut.

Eddie pretends to be all confident 24/7, but honestly he struggles to play properly with his band unless you’re there with him. He feels like you’re his lucky charm, the one good thing in his life gifted to finally get his life in order (86′ is his year baby!) Mainly though, he just likes to show off to you during band practice, prancing around the stage and doing very dramatic twirls and reckless looking headbanging to make you laugh.

The two of you usually sneak off to hang out in the forest behind the school, once you’ve finished eating lunch with the rest of the Hellfire Club. With his arm around your shoulder, the two of you saunter off and away into the welcoming mists. He puts up a nonchalant façade as the two of you chat familiarly and warmly, but you know deep down that the things people write about D & D, the way other students whisper about the devil behind his back do get to him. This is the time of the day when he allows his softer, gentler side to come out to you - a rose blooming in the dirt in spite of the thorns. Do NOT tell anyone though, otherwise he gets all flustered and hyped up about it, but he does like to come out here to the outskirts and sit with you on the bench for a while. It’s always an intricate ritual, one well known but well versed so he can feel safe for a while. He starts by placing his head on your shoulder while he’s talking, and then a few moments later you can wrap your arm around his shoulder. Then he collapses sideways into your chest, and you just sit there hugging him for as long as he needs, rocking back and forth every so often.

On the days when he’s feeling brighter and more revved up due to a mixture of the excitement of starting a new campaign, and the continuous revelation that he’s here!! With you!! With you!!! he’ll shove you down onto the dirt before collapsing down beside you. Lying hip to hip and forehead to forehead, he feels more calm and at peace than he ever has in his twenty years of life. Putting his hands behind his head, you lean up to rest against his elbow as he makes up stupid stories about the shapes of the clouds. He always ends up turned to face you, though, his larger hands gingerly caressing the top of your arms as he bops his nose against your own fondly.

These are the kind of times when he likes to invent up these big, grandiose and ostentatious plans about how the two of you are going to escape Hawkins... move out somewhere on the coast, where he can become a tattoo artist, or perhaps a science fiction writer, and the two of you will be happy and free forever.

Some people think he wouldn’t be much into PDA, but my boi is HUGELY into it. He’s constantly got his hand resting on your knee under the lunch table, before biting his lip and trying not to smirk as he hears your breath hitch from where he’s gripped your thigh. Or when you’re cleaning up after the latest campaign has ended, he likes to pull you against his chest and drag you away from your very disgruntled and head shaking friends. He likes to rest his head on your shoulder, burrowing in like a puppy searching for treats, looking up at you from behind his fringe with a dopey smile and lightning struck eyes. He adores it when you play with his curls - Eddie will give exaggerated shivers and fall backwards onto the floor, curling up in laughter and gazing at you as if you hung all the stars in the sky.

He always gives you his jacket when he walks you from his car back to your doorway after school. He tightens his hand on your shoulders and leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead when you try to shrug it off and give it back to him. He winks and walks off, shouting behind his shoulder that it ‘looks way hotter on you than it ever will on me!’ He’s a strangely observant man, so he always does small things like this if he thinks something’s wrong or that you’re uncomfortable in any way.

This trait has nearly got him in trouble many, many times. Mainly due to the fact that any time you’ve had a falling out with someone, or the usual jocks are being rude to you due to your association with the freak Eddie Munson, he climbs up onto the tables at lunch and starts shouting across the hall at the person. Dustin manages about half the time to grab his leg and pull him back onto his seat before a teacher grabs him by the collar and gives him yet another detention.

On the weekends, when he’s at band practice and you’ve chosen to spend some time hanging out with your other friends Steve and Robin at ‘Family Video’, he’ll come sneaking in all innocent looking before sliding up to the counter. He’ll pretend to be busy looking at the snacks for sale, before overplaying the way he taps Steve’s shoulder.

‘Excuse me my good sir, I’m looking for the perfect move to impress the hottest, most badass person in Hawkins. Big plans, you ask? Why if you must know, it’s for me, I’m the hottest-’

The sentence ends with him earning a shove in the ribs from you.

He gets quite lonely, being all by himself at the trailer while his Uncle’s out working nights. So, he rings you up and promises that if you come over right now (the night before a class test, may I add), he’ll cook dinner for you. And, to be fair... he kind of does? But he also manages to cook the fringes of the kitchenette curtains, burn half the counter space, and set the bottom of the cabinets on fire. You end up managing to wrangle a very fed up sounding Steve into picking up and driving over to drop off a peperoni pizza to the two of you, before spending the night cuddled up on his bed watching the absolutely terrible movie he picked up at said movie store mentioned earlier. He cannot keep his hands to himself, though, man is so fidgety. If he’s not distracting you by crawling onto your lap and trying to kiss you through the bracket of his arms, he’s sliding his palms under your legs and trying to flip you over to straddle him. He’s spending the night climbing over your body like a sloth going wild, until he’s finally comfortably latched on and has fallen fast asleep. By the time the end credits roll, your legs are completely asleep due to the weight of his own on top of them, and he’s snoring with his nose pressed against your cheek.

Sometimes he’ll wake up for a moment, eyelashes fluttering open to a strange tickling sensation on his skin. Turns out, you’re just letting him sleep, silently running your pointer finger over the outline of his tattoos in the hope of soothing his dreams. When he looks down and notices the bracelet he gave you on the first day of school still roped onto your wrist, he nearly starts crying against you.

When poor Chrissy Cunningham gets... well, he’s almost surprised to find you lifting up the boat tarp and immediately falling onto him to wrap him up in the tightest hug your body could muster. He starts weeping into your neck, his own arms holding you in so tight a vice you fear you may burst right there and then. He was just so afraid - not of the cops, or that the town might think he’s a murderer, but that you would believe the lies they were spreading about him and never want to see him again.

You refuse to leave him. So, while the others go out to get the shattered looking man some groceries, you just sit with him for as long as needs. For a few hours it’s just the two of you on the boat dock, sitting side by side with your knees pressed up against your chests. He’s still too shaken to speak properly, in full sentences without choking back a sob. Every time his mouth blubbers open, and he turns to you with those misty, terrified wild eyes, you just grab his hand and squeeze it gently as you rest it on your knee. Every time his bottom lip starts shaking, and his breath hitches as if he’s about to pass out, you cradle his face and coo at him about how everything is going to be alright, and you’ll never ever leave him again. He burrows those words into his heart like a man desperate for air, leaning slowly forward to press a shaky kiss against your lips. He refuses to pull away, instead simultaneously pressing his forehead against yours, gasping for breath as he tugs your hand to hold against his heart.

Something had drawn the two of you together for as long as either of you could remember, and you would be damned if the wolves of Hawkins or some damn curse was going to rip you apart when your lives were just beginning.

[jarofstyles]

For mafia harry, I just love the fact that’s he’s only soft for his girl. So something soft!!!! Plss n thxx

He’s literally so soft for her it’s ridiculous.

Warnings: fluff, talk of murder, mafia type stuff

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It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to come home with bruised knuckles. While he tended to have his men take care of business, he couldn’t help but be hands on sometimes.

When it came to certain motherfuckers, he truly couldn’t help but get in on the action and keep his name at the top of the’ who not to mess with’ list.

But his one and true weakness was sleepy eyed and soft as she stepped into his arms. He had gotten home from some business only an hour ago and put on the coffee pot. Being out all night was not ideal in the slightest, mainly because he had Y/N at home. Before meeting her he could go days at a time without sleep, without even being home. But having a woman he loved so deeply in his bed, who truly adored him and looked past his very unusual career path. She was so giving to him, with her time, energy, body, affection. He had hit the jackpot when it came to women and he knew all to well. So did anyone else.

It took a lot to get a man like Harry soft. He was hard and jagged around the edges. Throwing a punch or getting rid of someone wasn’t a big deal to him. Then Y/N stumbled into his life by accident and he found the heart he had covered with ice melted into a puddle of mush that she hand shaped in her own form. It was comical at times to see his attitude change when she would walk into the room.

“H?” She whispered sleepily. She shouldn’t be awake, but her body had somehow known her hero was home. While Y/N was well aware of his faults and his dangerous job and tendencies? He fiercely protected and cared for her. Provided for her. Gave her a home and a best friend and loved wrapped into one. No one was perfect, but Harry was perfect for her. “Where were you all night?” His stomach twinged with guilt as he pulled her into his chest, large hand cupping the back of her head and keeping her body close to his.

“M’so sorry, angel.” He whispered, pressing multiple kisses to her hairline. “We found one of the rats.” He grumbled, making Y/N freeze. Her head pulled up from his chest and her eyes were a dangerous glint. One that, quite frankly? Made him hard. As soft and gentle as Y/N is, she had come to take Harry and his men as family. You fuck with them? You fuck with her.

“And you took care of it?” Her tone was low, Harry still shocked at how fierce his little angel could be. How protective. She made them cookies and tea and brought sweets to the underground clubs, but was willing to put someone on their ass if they hurt Harry. It was fucking hot.

“Y’know I did, sweet girl. M’always taking care of my people.” He was cut off by her lips pressing to his jaw, her head tucking back into his neck. It was early and she hadn’t slept well. Y/N usually didn’t when it came to Harry being out and doing dangerous things. Her sleep schedule had been the worst it’s been since dating him, but it was the easiest sacrifice to make because she was getting to be in his arms. When he was home?

She got the best sleep of her entire life. Especially after getting dicked down.

“Know you do.” She relaxed, hand running over his broad back. The shirt was slightly damp form his sweat but she didn’t mind. The skin under was hot and it did get her mind going to think about how sexy he looked when he was mad. As long as it wasn’t at her? It went straight to her cunt.

Okay. Maybe even when it was at her. But it was very hard to make him angry at her. He was 100% a pushover for his girl. Y/N was the only one ever allowed to raise her voice at him.

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The first time it had happened around others, they’d all nearly choked. Harry had ate the last of the cookie butter, which Y/N had been saving. It actually pissed her the fuck off, and not realizing he was in a meeting she had stormed down the hallway with her volume on 10. The girl wasn’t one too raise her voice often, but Harry knew how to push her buttons.

“Harry fucking Styles! You better hope to god you’re busy because I’m going to shove this jar up your ass!” She seethed, the stomping of her feet making everyone’s eyes widen. The men he worked closely with usually had a softer version of her. But it was earlier in the day, not their normal time, and gathered in the office in Harry’s large home.

Harry froze, realizing what it was and winced as he watched the door fly open. There, in all her big shirt, no pants and freshly woken glory was his beautiful Y/N. Empty jar in hand. Her eyes cut around the room but the fury she felt was too deep. This was personal!

Of course, they all were tense because No One talks to Harry Styles in a tone like that and got away with it. The shock that crossed their faces when Harry sheepishly got up and crossed the room, hushing her and trying to approach her like a wounded puppy was pure and utter insanity. The big man who always had a straight face, mean punches that knocked out cold, little regard for most people and took care of many a week was letting his woman talk to him like that.

“M’sorry, baby, I meant to get more but we called an emergency-“ he was cut off by a single hand raising, lips snapping closed as he watched his little love step closer to him.

“If you aren’t ready to go to Trader Joe’s in the next 15 minutes….” Her eyes narrowed. “You’ll be cut off.” And Harry knew exactly what that meant.

No sex.

There was no way he was risking that.

“Okay, okay.” He raised his own hands in surrender. “M’gonna finish up. Go get ready, we’ll take the Audi.”

They all learned that day that you didn’t mess with Y/N’s food, and Harry Styles only had one singular weakness.

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Granted, Harry never was ashamed of it. He always said that his woman was half of his strength. She didn’t need him, but he needed her. Harry loved her so wholly and deeply that he knew that she was it for him. He had bought an engagement ring only 2 months in. So no, he didn’t ever deny it.

If anyone ever tried to use Y/N against him, they ended up in the river. Or in several pieces. He had very little restraint over that, considering all threats he took very, very seriously. The one light in his life was something he kept close, protected, and loved.

“Why don’t we go shower n’then we sleep? Hm? M’sorry to keep you up late, angel.” He puckered his lips down at her to be met with a soft peck, nodding her head at the idea. “And then we can make some ‘brunch’, whatever you call it.”

It got a laugh out of her, so he considered it a win.

“Mhm. If you thought I was letting you into our clean sheets smelling like guns and sweat. It’s sexy for dirty sheets but I’m simply too tired. Got the new ones I got online too.” She sighed, playfully teasing him because she knew it would get him to smile. He saw horrors every day, and if she could get some silliness in him it would lessen his stress.

“Oi. Don’t be callin’ me smelly, little girl.” He pinched her cheek, obnoxious kissing her mouth. “Better get your ass up there and get naked so we can pass out. M’Gonna need those pretty hands helping me wash, I fear… I’m a dead man walking.” He was dramatic, obviously overtired and it got a giggle from her.

“In your dreams, Mafia Man. Let’s move.”

“You’re right, I do dream about that.”