#anyway enjoy this for the next hour or so before I start cringing at the sight of it and purge it from my blog lol

[karuvapatta]

I had to google Regency Era for Jonelias Week, and I just finished re-reading @paptato ‘s “A Little Game of Cat and Mouse” sooooo…. Have this incredibly lazy sketch of Mr Magnus enjoying a stroll :D

[astonmartingf]

YOU'VE BEEN ON MY MIND—

— co-parenting with alonso has been smooth sailing, until he starts dropping hints that he wants to be with you again

P5 ★ LATE NIGHT DATE DISASTER

amgf almost 3k words i think? i'm back! honestly this was a fun write. mention of lewis and his story enjoy the condom ig? iykyk, also see you for the second half of this story we're almost ending guys 🫡 special chapter tomorrow or maybe later tonight :p

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You don't try to hide the nervous feeling inside your chest, granted it was your first time out on a date with anyone for that matter. And even more so with Alonso, the last time you went on a date with him Ales wasn't in the picture, and even after then— things went downhill for your relationship.

"Lance! You know what to do right?" You call your cousin from your bedroom. He arrived two hours early after Ales' afternoon nap and looked after him while you "prepare for your date." It was unnecessary but grateful nonetheless, Lance gave you a few dating tips in the modern times.

The thought made your eyes roll, it wasn't like dating then and now had any difference, granted the only person you dated was Alonso but it wasn’t that long ago since you went out on a date right?

“You better not use Ales as an excuse to skip out on a date, especially this one because it’s with your baby daddy, co-parent partner Fernando Alonso.” You cringe inwardly hearing your cousin talking about Alonso, knowing they also race for the same team.

“Okay, first off all what the fuck are you talking about. Second, do you actually talk to him like that?” Lance enters the room with Ales in tow, dressed up in matching pajamas with a mischievous look on his face, a telling sign of Lance possibly corrupting his young mind, or you finding another excuse to ditch a date.

“Well… there’s not much of a difference, but I do speak more freely to you than to him. So I’m just saying all this as your baby cousin Lance and as Nando’s teammate Lance. Anyways, we’re helping you outside and watching you from the driveway, are you driving?” 

You walk, Lance following you closely behind to the front door, “I offered to meet there but he’s picking me up. A proper date he said.”

Lance nods to himself, “I get it… I mean thinking back of the previous dates you’ve ditched, picking you up would be a sure fire way to have you on the actual date itself. Points for Nando today, soon he’ll get closer to the pole position.” Lance winks before raising his eyebrows suggestively, making you shudder at his stupid innuendos.

“Lance! That’s your teammate for God’s sake, and I’m your older cousin, respect us at least. Pole position? Ugh, you’re such a child. The more words that come out of your mouth, the more you’re convincing me not to leave you alone with my child. You’ll be the one going out the door with Alonso after all this.”

“Hey,” Lance holds his hands up in surrender, “I was joking, I swear no more. I will shut up, look Nando is at the gate already. Would you look at that, it’s time to go.” 

Leaving you no time to respond, Lance pushes you out the door handing a purse in your hands, the contents inside are your phone, lip gloss, a small perfume bottle, and a piece of condom. You turn around glaring at your cousin, watching through the glass window, a smirk full of mischief behind them. 

You shake your head disappointed, pulling your phone you frantically type a message before meeting Alonso waiting patiently leaning at the passenger door. “How long have you been waiting?”

It was only then that Alonso looked up, “Not too long ago… Wow— Hello. Uhm… you look absolutely stunning, breath-taking.” 

A smile grows on your face, “You don’t look bad yourself, it’s been a while huh? This…”

Alonso nods his head, opening the door for you. You sit in the car, as you catch him taking a deep breath then fixing up his suit before entering the car with what seems to be a nervous smile on his face. 

Hopefully he’s as nervous as you— sitting up straight, hands building sweat as your breaths shorten the close proximity making you feel as if there’s a limited amount of air for you to breathe. It was new and jarring. You’ve been inside a car with Alonso before, but usually you have Ales or a surgery case in mind, now it’s just you two— not as Ales’ parents but as Alonso and YN.

“I’m nervous… truth be told, I haven’t thought this far ahead, I was stuck between asking you on a date and the ways to convince you. I’ve been scrambling around like a headless chicken on what to do, but I thought about your schedule and wanted to do something more chill and laid-back night out. No stress, fingers crossed.” Alonso laughs, taking small glances in your direction and focusing on the road ahead of him.

Your heart warms at Alonso’s train of thought, his attention to detail of your schedule leaves you in awe. You feel transported back in your 20s as Alonso picks you up from work during your anniversary and opting to stay in instead of celebrating out making sure you’re well rested.

Greeted by the familiar gates of his house, Alonso pulls his car in the driveway, opening your side of the door. “I thought we could eat dinner and talk in the safety of my house, is that okay? I forgot to tell you, maybe we could’ve worn something more casual but what’s wrong with dressing up for the occasion right?”

Taking Alonso’s hands you laugh at his words, “It’s all good, I think the outfits help bring the vibe. I mean where else will I get the chance to dress up outside charity events in the hospital? Thank you for bringing us here, I prefer the comfort of your home as well, and if you’re cooking it might beat whatever food I’m craving at the moment.”

Alonso opens the door, and you are greeted with a candle-lit kitchen, the lights in the living room set to dim with the soft sound of a piano playing somewhere completing the atmosphere of the house. “For some who’s been scrambling like a headless chicken this seems well thought out.” Shrugging your coat off, revealing the back of your dress— Alonso’s breath hitches, taking the coat from your arms. He couldn’t help but stare, especially when you’re looking this good, it would be illegal, the thoughts and words wanting to spill out of his mouth.

“You take my breath away as ever. I don’t think I’ll get used to this.” You laugh at Alonso playfully rolling your eyes, slapping his hands— you try not to get his words the best of you. Despite your heart going over 300 kilometers as blood rushes through your cheeks, you shake your head knowing how well Alonso is with words. “What are you not getting used to?”

“I don’t think I’ll get used to you being the mother of my child.” A small gasp escapes your lips, his words catching you off guard. You tilt your head, unsure of what Alonso meant by his words. “I think I got lucky, despite all that happened, you’re here and I’m spending time with Ales. I’m glad we’re doing this.”

A small smile escapes your lips, nodding to yourself, “I’m glad we worked things out, I think I can confidently say I’m happy of how far we’ve come, not just as Ales’ parents but our relationship has gotten better.”

Alonso laughs in agreement, before ushering you to one of the seats in the kitchen island watching him cook him your meal, catching up on things and what not. It was comfortable, and relieving, as time passes by you grow confident at how things are with you and Alonso. Sipping wine, laughing at jokes, and taking jibes at your situation— two years ago this would’ve never happened, you wouldn’t have let yourself feel vulnerable in front of him. 

Two years ago you only saw him as Ales’ father, but now he was your friend, Alonso. You take a sip of the wine as Alonso recalls a story from the past causing an outburst from you ending up in a debate on what actually happened.

“That wasn’t it, Lewis told me what happened between him and Nico.” Alonso glanced in your direction, brows raised at the revelation. “How come you know? I didn’t hear about this.”

You were taken aback, “Lewis called me the night after. and I may have helped him from Nico…” 

This time it was Alonso who gasped, leaning on the table waiting for you to tell more about the story, “I saw them fight, and Nico’s sister was there, watching it unfold with me, I couldn’t just stand and watch, I helped Lewis and left. Frankly it was none of my business and neither should you ask me about it.”

Squinting his eyes, Alonso pieces out the timeline before staring right through your eyes, “You were there when she gave birth right?” 

You press your lips into a thin line, “I can neither confirm nor deny— patient confidentiality.” Shaking your head, you avoid the conversation all together, thinking back of Lewis and Nico just opened a whole new can of worms you’re not ready to discuss, especially not to Alonso.

Despite your poor excuse, Alonso shrugs, letting you off and dropping the conversation completely. The night was slowly coming to an end, you helped Alonso with cleaning up not before another argument on cleaning up which you won in the end, leaving him no choice and instructing you to wipe the dishes after he cleans them.

You fall into the rhythm of habit that has once been for the two of you, nursing another glass of red as you sit on the couch with him as the night grows deeper. “I’m glad I got to do this with you, especially before the season starts. Maybe we can do this once a week with Ales next time.” 

Before the season starts.

Who would’ve thought that it would only take those two words before you escape the illusion of domesticity in front of you like a fish out of water. How long have you been talking without ever mentioning racing, ever? It was only then you realized that you never discussed racing with Alonso since.

You were feeling comfortable because of winter break, in your head he was just Ales’ father— but at the end of the day you’re forced to come back to reality, and he was still racing. And the season was about to begin. 

“The season is starting?” You repeat the words out of your own lips, you couldn’t believe it. The small bubble of you and Alonso actually working it out fades into thin air. And you find yourself falling into the same loop, facing the reality that things will never work out for you and Alonso. 

It didn’t happen then, and it wouldn’t happen now— especially not now, not until he chooses to race, and as far as you’d like to hold on, patiently waiting for him, you lose confidence in yourself to hold on any longer. With a man like Fernando— he wouldn’t end the blaze his firing up in his career, and as the season starts and holds promise, you doubt he would want to put a stop and end things.

Everything is hard, Alonso is a hard man to keep up with, he’s a beast on and off the track— as much as you’d prefer to have him all to yourself and Ales, you should’ve learned that by now. It’s selfish of you to demand of him, but whenever you see him with Ales, it’s tugging on your heart strings at his best efforts to form a relationship with him— not just Ales, but it’s slowly working on you. But you won’t let yourself forget.

In love there will always be choices, and for you, you’d rather not have Alonso at all if you’ll be sharing your time with him and his damn races. And this time, you’ll choose yourself and Ales all over again. “Shit, did I say something wrong?” You blink, staring at Alonso who was mumbling to himself.

Do you blame yourself for his worries?

At one point you did, but you know Alonso of all people will understand why you choose this, and as much as you want to try, it would be too much of a risk. “It’s about the start of the season right?”

Your silence only confirms Alonso’s worries, “I’m sorry YN, do you want to go home? I can take you-” you shake your head, placing the glass of wine on the coffee table, you up and leave not before grabbing your coat and purse from the kitchen island.

Alonso was much quicker, grabbing your arms, pulling you back in, resting his foot on the door stopping you from leaving. Opening your purse he holds his breath, after catching a glimpse of the condom in your purse, presumably ignoring it, he picks up your phone to message Lance.

“You’re not leaving at this time of night. I know you don’t want to stay any longer, but please wait for a few minutes. I messaged Lance and he’s on his way, please wait.”

Your lips twitch, your emotions and intuition conflicted at Alonso. Only he could set your heart into flames and you’d gladly walk through it if it’s him at the end waiting for you. Like a ticking time bomb, a test for your strength as your eyes wander all over his face.

“You know you can do whatever you want here, and after all of it you’re free to leave.” You suck in your teeth, this is the Fernando you knew— calculative. Proud. You knew he was playing mind games, but you couldn’t just get up and leave, not when Alonso racing causes a big effect on you, you’re on the losing side here. 

You step forward, walking towards the door, leaving Alonso no place to go, back flushed at the door, Alonso keeps his eyes on you, daring you to make a move. Inching closer, and closer, you press your body against him, hot breath fanning on his cheeks, keeping your eyes right through his. Knowing well that you can leave and make him want more, you keep your body tight against his, softly grazing your cheeks on the stubble of his beard.

His hands snake behind your back, back arching at the warmth of his hands, contradicting your cool back, lighting you ablaze as Alonso pulls you closer, for a kiss. Wet and hungry, you feel him smile as you smirk at him. Your fingers tingle, throwing them on top of Alonso’s hair, tugging and pulling them as he moves down your neck peppering them with kisses as your head lolls back giving him free range, like a painter presented with a blank canvas.

Your eyes roll, hips flushed against his, you’d gladly let yourself get lost in this moment, you’d gladly surrender yourself in his arms— but as much as you want to stay, the lights of Lance’s car pulling up outside the gate evokes a wake up call from you.

Pushing him away, you hand him the coat before turning around, it seems Alonso isn’t finished as he pulls you in closer for another kiss, whilst helping you put the coat on, pinning your ass flat against his before pressing sloppy kisses all over your neck. It was hot and heavy— head tilted to the side, as your hands ghost over his cheeks before yanking him away from you.

You stand in front of him, eyes staring over his brown ones as you watch a reflection of yourself, you wipe the smudged lipstick with your thumb before smearing it all over Alonso’s lips. You could barely ignore the sound of his heavy breaths leaving you intoxicated. “I guess this is goodbye, Alonso.” 

You pat his cheeks softly with a small smile on your face, grabbing your purse and pushing him to the side leaving him frozen as he watches you walk past him, making your beeline to the gate and onto Lance’s car.

“Is everything okay?” Lance asks you as you enter the car.

You nod, not trusting your own words. “Yeah… things— they happen.”

Lance nods, dropping the conversation before driving you back home.

You’ll never catch yourself slipping, not again.

★ YOU'VE BEEN ON MY MIND — @namgification @nebarious @minkyungseokie @viennakarma @lxclerc @booksandflowrs @c-losur3 @lichterfee @moonyzsworld @e-nonsense @vicurious28 @dannyriccsupremacy @thearchieves @welovediaaxx @vogueprincess @mael1pastry @khaylin27 @whydowesleepeachnight @iridescent-sol

[punishereditz]

You're Mine

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Little bit of fighting. Bar fight (not that bad). Jealously. Smut. Smut and absolutely no plot. Unprotected sex. Car sex. Fingering. Riding. Overstimulation. Praise kink. Marking kink. Cockwarming.

AN: Nickelback + Dean Winchester spicy story = chefs kisses.

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: Your boyfriend Dean gets jealous when a guy flirts with you while you work.

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"Hey, sweetheart, can I get one more?" A man spoke to you. His words were slurred, and he could barely stand. He was drunk. You gave him a nod and started to fix his drink. You looked up and noticed that Dean was staring at him as he sat there. He kept his stare on the man. His jaw clenching as he saw the man's eyes slowly ghost over your body. Dean didn't say anything though. Not yet anyway.

He took a sip of his beer and kept his eyes locked on him, making sure he won't do anything stupid. You gave the man his drink and went to walk away, but his words stopped you. "Woah, woah, where you going? Have a drink with me." He slurred. Tilting his head down and staring at you.

"Thanks, but I don't drink." You said potentially. Putting on a smile. You tried to be nice about the situation and handle it calmly. But Dean on the other hand never took his eyes off of the guy and he was ready to pounce at any second at the slightest wrong move or word.

"Oh, come on. Have a drink. On me. Then maybe... I could show you a good time when you get off work." He had a smirk, and you were uncomfortable. You literally cringed and you never could understand why a man simply won't take no for an answer.

"No thanks man." Your voice was a little bit firmer than it was before. You noticed someone gesture for you. Wanting more drinks. You fixed the drinks and walked out from the counter. The man tilted his head as his eyes went down to your ass. He then slapped your ass when you walked by and that was Dean's final straw. He shoved the man. Making him tumble back. He stood up from his seat, looking down at the man. His anger was finally boiling over.

The guy quickly stood up. Brushing himself off. He was shocked, but then he quickly had that confident, smug look on his face again. He went to throw a punch, but Dean quickly blocked it, and he slammed his fist into his nose. Making blood pour from it and he fell to the ground unconscious. Knocked out cold. As Dean looked down at the guy, he felt a little bit better. But he was still high on the adrenaline.

You went back to work, shaking your head. You're not surprised at all by this or even fazed. It's not the first time he has done that. But what you couldn't understand was why he came to work with you every weekend if he knew he was going to get jealous. Maybe he just enjoyed a fight. Maybe he liked showing that no one could touch you. You didn't know and you weren't going to worry about that right now. You still had a good hour or so of work to do before you could clock out.

The security guard came and got the unconscious guy. Glaring at Dean as he carried him out. Dean shrugged, brushing it off and he sat back down. His eyes going to you. He watched you work, and he started to get lost in his thoughts.

He hated that other guys were looking at you. Touching you. You were his and he made sure to let everyone know that. He wanted to be the only one that could look at you like that. He is the only one that can touch you. That can have you bed. The only one to make you come. He wished that you would take off of work so he didn't have to fight every guy off. But there was a part of him deep down that loved to watch the man's eyes grow with fear, watching them limp out of the place if they weren't having to be carried out. He knew he was overprotective of you, and he didn't care.

He had already let everyone else know that you were his, but he didn't let you know that yet. That's why now that your off of work, getting into the Impala to go home, he plans to show you. "That's the fifth week in a row you've done that." You said, looking over at him as he pulled out into the road. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, then he pulled over into a parking lot. Cutting the car off, he turned to you. Wrapping his hand around your neck, he pulled you to him and he smashed his lips onto yours. Kissing you deeply. He caught you off guard, but you started to relax to his touch. Trying to keep up with his lips.

He pulled away, grabbing your hips, he tossed you to the backseat, then he quickly joined you. He laid you down, then he got on top of you. Pinning your hands down above your head. He leaned down and kissed you deeply again. His tongue brushing against your bottom lip before he pushed it in. One hand holding yours down and his other hand moved over your side. He pushed his hand up your shirt. Cupping your breast in his hand, lightly squeezing it and starting to massage it. Making you moan into his mouth. Your heart was pounding now. The heat in between your legs growing in a matter of seconds just by the very little touching he has been doing.

He let go of your hands, pulling away from the heated kiss and leaning back to look at you. He pulled your jeans and panties down. Throwing them down to the floor. You gasped when the cold air hit your core. He chuckled at that. A grin tugging at his lips. He brushed his fingers up your leg slowly. Making a chill run down your spin. Goosebumps tickling at your skin. He watched as his hand moved from your knee and up to your thigh. He moved his hand around your leg so that his fingers were closer to your cunt. You let out a shaky breath. Feeling as if your heart was going to pound out of your chest. You arched your back up slightly, grinding your hips up. So desperate for his touch, but he didn't give it to you. He didn't even look at you yet. He was still watching his movement as he rubbed the back of his finger up and down your thigh right by your core.

He was enjoying teasing you for a moment. He liked seeing you get all flustered and desperate. He pushed your shirt up, bunching it up under your chin. He leaned down and started to leave warm wet kisses along your skin. He was devouring you like a wild animal as he kissed you and rubbed your thigh. He was taking his time with it. He was enjoying it. He loved every second of it. Every heavy breath, every grind, kiss, and movement. He loved how you reacted to his touch, and he was only getting started.

He leaned back up. Looking down at you with a smirk and a mischievous glow in his eyes. He moved the hand that was on your thigh down to your core. Running his finger between your lips. He groaned when he felt how wet you were. He pushed his finger down to your entrance. Slowly pushing it in, curling his finger up, a moan leaving your lips and your eyes rolling back in your head. He pushed his finger deeper in, slowly pumping it in and out, he added another finger and you gasped, your back arching. While his fingers pumped into you, he moved his thumb up, putting it to your clit, adding just a little pressure as he circled it and you moaned, reaching down and gripping his thighs tightly. Overwhelmed with pleasure. It was almost too much.

He leaned down, his lips hovering over your ear. "Your mine." He almost growled. His tone low and laced with mischief. He started to speed his pace up just a little bit and you moaned. Closing your eyes shut, your jaw clenched. Your legs starting to shake. It was all starting to get to you, your climax building.

He slowed his fingers back down and you groaned in frustration. He kissed up your neck. Biting at the spot under your ear. He then whispered to you again. "You belong to me. No one else. Your mine. Let me hear you say it." He said between kisses. His breath heavy and hot against your skin. "I'm yours. I'm... only yours." You said breathless. Looking up into his eyes.

"That's my good girl." He praised and he speeded his fingers up again. You gasped. Letting your head fall back. You clenched your walls around his fingers and arched your back. Your hold on his thighs getting even tighter as you felt your climax getting dangerously close. "Cum for me." He whispered and his words were just the little push you needed. Your climax hit you hard and you moaned loudly as you came on his hand. He helped you come down from your high. His fingers slowing until they came to a stop once you started to calm down a little.

He leaned down, kissing you passionately, when he leaned up, he put his fingers in his mouth. Licking the cum off of them. "That's my good girl. Did so well for me." He whispered. His hands going to his shirt, he took it off in one swift motion and he unbuttoned his jeans. Pulling them down just enough to free his cock. He wrapped his arm around your waist, he laid back, pulling you on top of him. Settling you on his lap. He gave you no time to think or do anything. His lips crashing on yours as he kissed you desperately. He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes before he moved it along your lips, the head that was leaking with pre-cum brushing against your clit. He slowly pushed his cock in. Filling you up in a matter of a few seconds.

His hands went to your hips. Slowly guiding you down so you would fully take his cock. Once he was bottomed out in you, you rested your hands on his shoulders. Holding yourself up. You felt your heart pounding again, your breath heavy and climax building again. You took a few seconds before you moved, trying to adjust to his size. No matter how many times you had sex, you still had to get used to his size. With your walls fluttering around him, you lifted your hips. Then slowly grinding them back down. Then you did it again. Slowly grinding your hips back and forth on his cock.

He grunted as he looked down. Watching you ride him, his cock throbbed at the sight. He started to understand how you felt. He was starting to get overwhelmed with pleasure. You were so tight around him, so wet, and the prettiest sight he has ever seen. He moved his hands from your hips and up your shirt. Holding your breast in his hands. Squeezing and toying with them. His thumb rubbing circles around your nipples. A chill running down your spine at his touch. Your walls squeezing around him again and you started to grind your hips faster. Starting to get more needy.

He raised up. Tilting his head, he took your nipple into his mouth. Sucking on it, his tongue circling it. He grunted against you when you clenched around him and moaned his name. His cock throbbing and twitching inside of you. He kept kissing and sucking at your breast, one of his hands went to the small of your back and he started to thrust his hips up. Meeting your movement and that was when you had to use all your strength to keep from coming. You were so close to your second climax already and he knew it. He was close to.

The windows were steamed. The car was hot and the only sound there was, was the sound of your skin clapping together and both of your moans. You both were desperate and wild. His kisses on your skin started to get a little rougher, leaving marks on you and you started to move your hips faster. He slid his hand from your back and between your bodies. His finger going to your clit and rapidly circling it. Making you scream, your legs shaking. That was your breaking point, and you came all over his cock. Soaking him. He thrusted up into you harshly. Chasing his own climax, with a few hard thrust, he was filling your cunt to the brim with his hot cum.

He started to slow down. His hands falling to his side. Resting them on your hips. You both took a moment to try and catch your breath. Trying to get it under control. Your heart was still pounding as you came down from your high. The two of you just sat there for a moment. Looking at each other. He brought his hand up, pushing your hair back behind your ear. He gave you a gentle smile and kissed your forehead. When he pulled away, that gentle smile turned into a mischievous grin. You knew by the look on his face that he was up to something.

He slowly lifted you off of him. Pulling out of you, he got back into the front, and he helped you get into the front. That was when he pulled you back onto his lap, having you face him. He pushed his cock back inside of you. Wanting you to keep his cock warm, you chuckled, shaking your head and smiling. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

He had a playful grin, and he gave your ass a little slap before he started the car and drive home. There were no words that needed to be said. You both already knew what was the other was thinking, so there was comfortable silence between you two.

[cheesecakethots]

Date Night

Chrollo Lucilfer x Reader

after being left alone by your date in a ballroom you weren’t even invited to, you make conversation with a strange man that has bindings over his forehead.

tw: murder, sexual tension, you make out with him which is a little bit cringe, romance is a little rushed but too bad, yan!chrollo, i wrote this a year ago and never posted it so excuse the shoddy writing

this is a soulmate au except chrollo is only one who can sense that you’re his soulmate so it isn’t really mentioned, maybe i’ll make his pov at some point.

“You appear to be as bored as I am.”

The lit cigarette in your hand almost topples into the darkness when you jump at hearing a voice behind you. You don’t turn, instead leaning back into your relaxed position against the balcony railing, facing out into the night sky.

You shrug, “Bored enough that I was considering throwing myself over.”

The stranger chuckles, and you swear the sound of it sends something straight to your belly.

“If you’re so bored, why not go home?”

Finally, you turn to look at him. You’re certain that if you were in a cartoon you’d have heart eyes at seeing the strangely handsome man with an odd bandage on his head.

“I mean, you can probably tell,” you say, gesturing towards your outfit, one that you put on tonight in preparation for a nightclub and not a ballroom, “that I’m someone’s plus one rather than an actual guest. That someone has gone off with another woman, leaving me here with a dead phone and no idea where I am. I have more pride than to go inside and ask those judgemental assholes to call me a taxi.” You look him up and down from the corner of your eye, taking note of his no doubt expensive suit. “No offence.”

“None taken. Does that mean that someone is looking for you?”

You sigh, frowning a little. “Probably not. My friends had basically left me alone at the club anyway. I don’t really enjoy going out to bars all that much, so when some guy in a nice suit offered me to be his date to some fancy ballroom party, I couldn’t pass it up. Now I wish I had just gotten a taxi home then and there.”

The man nods, seemingly in a bit of thought, before coming closer and planting himself next to you, also leaning against the railing. You can’t help but side eye how tight the suit is around the muscle of his arms.

“Your date and friends don’t sound like the best of company.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“May I ask for your name?”

You give him it, “And yours?”

He pauses for a moment, but not long enough for you to think too much on it.

“Chrollo… and, if you don’t mind, I have a proposal. It might help with your boredom.”

You nod, tilting your head a little in curiosity.

“Well, I came outside here to see if anyone wasn’t present in the ballroom. I have a plan set up so that I can thieve the antiques and artworks present in this building, as well as the jewellery being worn by the guests.” He hums, tilting his head a little at you. “You’re rather interesting. I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing some of the loot with you, provided you give some assistance.”

You stare at him with a blank expression for a little while. Then, your lip twitches and a loud laugh escapes you.

“Alright,” you breathe out, wiping away a stray tear, “deal. Make sure to leave that fancy pearl necklace the lady with the red hair has. I’m sure it’d suit me better.”

The man smiles, and for but a moment you take note of something other than amusement in the look, but it quickly goes.

“It’s a deal, then. When would you like to begin?”

“Hmm,” you hum, bottom lip jutting out and finger pressing to your chin jokingly. “Probably soon, it’ll be starting to get light in a few hours. Rich people melt in direct sunlight, y’know. Don’t want them taking the loot with them.”

Chrollo laughs, and it’s a gentle sound that has your heart beating faster.

“It’s a shame, though,” you murmur. “As a kid I always wanted to go to a big fancy ballroom in a big fancy dress and dance around with someone until my feet hurt. I doubt I’ll ever get the chance to be invited to one of these again.”

You sigh, eyes drifting from him back out to the scenery beyond the balcony. His own never stray from your face, a fact you don’t take notice of.

“I disagree.”

You raise an eyebrow, but say nothing more, and it prompts him to continue.

“You’re more interesting than all those inside put together. If I had been the one who had brought you here, I wouldn’t have left your side, and I would most definitely want to bring you with me again. Besides,” he says, voice shifting to a more teasing tone, “I’m sure once our little job is over, you would have enough money to come to these as you please.”

You giggle, blushing a little at the sweetness in his previous words, “Oh, with all the money I make after this job I’ll have my own ballroom to dance in. I’ll let you come visit it, if you’d like.”

The man grins, and god you almost swoon. “Oh? You’re sure you’d allow a man like me into your home, sweetheart?”

You’re considering letting him into your bed at this point.

“Hm, why would I not? I thought you were my partner in crime in all of this?”

“Well, I suppose you’re right in that,” he stands up straight, and a hand extends towards you. “How does a dance sound then, partner?”

“Sorry, partner. I’m not going back in there, at least not for a while.”

“I didn’t say anything about going back inside the ballroom.”

“Huh? Ou-Out here?”

“Why not?”

“As cliché as it sounds, I don’t really know how to dance all that well,” you admit rather awkwardly, and he laughs once more. You’re beginning to become addicted to the sound.

“You don’t have to worry, it’s only me out here. I can teach you the basics. I promise, it’s not hard, partner.”

You don’t say that you’d rather not embarrass yourself in front of the most attractive man you’ve ever met, instead hesitantly placing your hand in his own.

His skin is colder than you expect it to be, and when his other hand envelopes around you, gently holding onto your waist, you almost jolt. He leans in close to you, and the faint minty scent of his breath has your head feeling light.

“No need to be so rigid,” he murmurs quietly, “Just do as I do. I won’t laugh at you.”

How did you end up in this situation again?

He takes a slow step back, pulling you with him, and your foot accidentally treads on his own.

“Sorry!”

“It’s alright,” the man whispers, continuing to hold you as though you were made of the finest material.

A few moments pass of what you consider his graceful movements and your awkward shuffling.

“You are a natural at this, sweetheart.”

“No need to lie to me. Maybe next time we’ll bump into each other at the club and I’ll teach you how to move on the dance floor. Or, I would if I knew how. Maybe we can learn together… then again,” you eye him up and down, “you don’t seem the ‘club’ type, Chrollo.”

“I could say the same about you.”

“Is it that obvious?”

Were you two always this close to each other? One wrong move and you might end up brushing lips. You’re not opposed to the idea.

“Oh, maybe not to others, but I’m good at reading people.” He pauses for a moment. “I would describe you as a book I just can’t seem to put down.”

“You can lay me down instead, if you’d like.”

He halts rather suddenly, and you register the words that just tumbled from your mouth with a gasp.

“S-Sorry! Shit, shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that-“

Chrollo’s hands are tightening around your flesh within a fraction of a second, and suddenly his lips are moulded against your own, your body being pushed back until it’s pressed against the brick wall behind you.

If you were more coherent, you would be wondering what happened to the sweet gentleman you had been conversing with only a few moments prior. Maybe you would wonder if he had been replaced by some wild animal, evident by the desperation in his kisses.

But you don’t care about all that, all you can think about is how hot the air has suddenly turned, how there’s a familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach forming, and how good this feels.

Chrollo pulls back from you for a moment, and through half-lidded eyes you’re able to catch sight of your smudged lipstick around his face. You can’t help but giggle at that, prompting a slight smile from him. It doesn’t last very long, as soon he’s moving lower, face pressing into the crevice of your neck and hands combing over your waist.

“I can’t believe I’d meet you here,” You swear you hear him mumble, but you don’t really have time to think on it, not when his body presses even further against you, and his hands ghost over the backs of your thighs.

“Jump.”

“Hu-Huh?”

He doesn’t give you much time to think about it, as you’re swept of your feet, thighs encircled around his waist and allowing him to move impossibly closer.

Something hard presses to the spot between your legs, and he quickly drinks up the gasp of his name you give in response.

“Oh my!”

It takes you a few moments in your lustful haze to realise that it was not your own voice you heard. Chrollo doesn’t even glance to the side at the no doubt horrified guest who had stumbled upon the two of you, instead sighing tiredly into the skin of your throat.

The poor intruder doesn’t stick around long, retreating back into the ballroom to no doubt call someone to kick the two of you out. Chrollo slowly places your legs back on the floor so that you can stand, and you’re tempted to tear off your own skin you’re so embarrassed.

“… God.” An awkward laugh bubbles out of you, and soon you’re wheezing uncontrollably, doubling over and your head pressing to Chrollo’s chest.

“A shame,” he murmurs. “I was enjoying myself… and by the sounds you were making, so were you.”

You fear this moment will plague you forever and ever.

“Maybe I should throw myself off of the balcony, after all.”

“I wouldn’t allow you to. How am I supposed to get the job done without my partner in crime?”

You laugh, a hand moving to your face so you can cover the blush that’s only growing worse by the second. “… I like you, Chrollo. I know this is a little, um… forward and, well, fast… but I want to keep speaking to you past this night. I-If that’s not what you’re after, that’s alright too…”

You’re not sure you can bring yourself to meet his gaze, especially not after the lengthy pause that follows.

“I would like to speak to you past this night as well... and… I like you, too.”

Maybe this night wasn’t a total disaster, after all. Maybe this is the beginning of something new for you.

“Alright, well… I’m going to go inside, and get a drink before we’re kicked out, if you’d like to join me. Looks like our master plan has yet to come into fruition.”

His hand meets your hip again, “I wouldn’t be so sure on that, partner… Shall we?”

“Wait, let me…” you raise a hand and softly wipe at the lipstick staining his lips and jaw.

“Don’t make me kiss you again.”

“Nope. No more PDA. I’ve learnt my lesson.”

He opens the door for you, and you breathe in a big breath of air. This is going to suck, but at least this weirdly charming man is with you.

As the two of you step inside, your eyes immediately find the food and drinks table, missing the sight of two strange men, one short and one large, on the stage.

“Ah, it seems Feitan and Franklin are ready.”

“Hm?”

You’re not sure what comes first, the ear piercing scream on the other side of the ballroom or the sudden darkness that blankets the area.

Another scream, and you jolt backwards, reminding yourself of Chrollo, who is still holding onto you, his grip only tightening and his front pressing to your back.

“Stay close to me. This’ll be over soon.”

“Wh-What?! Chrollo, I don’t-“

You yelp when something falls down beside you, the thud managing to be heard over the chorus of screams.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Someone cries out near you, “Call the-“

Something wet sprays across your neck and face, and another thud follows.

Is this real? Are you dreaming?

A flurry of gunshots are accompanied by brief flashes of light that illuminate the people fighting to get to the doors in front of you, treading and falling over each other in a scramble to escape.

Red. Red. Red. Every flash has you shaking at the sight of more and more blood, and less and less movement. The silence you soon hear is more deafening than anything else before it.

Someone groans, and a popping sound ensues. It is silent once more.

Maybe this is some prank, some elaborate joke set up by a morally bankrupt TV show, you just happen to be the poor sucker who-

Something cold wraps around your neck, and you taste vomit in the base of your throat.

“You were right. It does suit you better.”

[bloodynereid]

may i request jordan li taking caring of a very sick gn reader? bonus points if they have to get tests run and are terrified of needles!! (i might be projecting onto reader just a lil bit okay). anyways hope you’re doing okay and have a nice day/night!! - 🧚🏻

I'm With You

pairing: jordan li x gn! reader

tw: mentions of needles, sick people, doctors

description: jordan has never had to deal with sick people until their partner suddenly comes down with something.

a/n: this is from november??? i am literally so sorry. anyways i hope you enjoy this little drabble even though it took me ages to write haha. the reader is a human in this btw! i don't think supes can get sick?? so i just went with the safer bet. i kind of toned down the terrified of needles bit but i still hope this is okay. also i didn't edit this at all so if there's any glaring mistakes pls let me know.

You feel a hand across your forehead, making an effort to open your eyes. You have to blink a few times until Jordan’s face comes into focus. They don’t look happy. She has a distracted look on their face and their eyes are flashing with panic.

“Jord-” You start to say, the individual sounds feeling like granite against your vocal cords.

“Shhh, sweetheart. Don’t talk. It’s okay, you’re going to be okay.” Jordan said the last bit with a hurried tone before the cool hand on your forehead is suddenly pulled away. You whimper slightly as you hear scuffling around the side of your head.

Everything hurt. It was like a weight had settled over your entire body, making you too weak to even lift your head. 

“Yeah? Hello? Marie I don’t know what to do, they’re not moving.” The sound of Jordan’s voice got muffled and a loud ringing echoed in your ears. A few moments later you drifted back off to sleep - unaware of Jordan’s growing panic.

It’s the next morning, or rather midday when you wake up. The feeling of horrible aches everywhere still persists but the world is less blurry.

“Hey. You’re awake.”

“Jordan.” You instantly cringe at the rasp of your voice, as you look up at your partner. They are carrying a mug of something which he puts down on the bedside table.

“Don’t try to talk okay? How do you feel about going to the doctors?” You obviously make a disgusted expression because Jordan’s face falls slightly.

“I just- You scared the hell out of me last night. I think we need to get you checked out. At least that’s what Marie recommended. Supes don’t really get sick so I have no idea what the protocol is like here. I can’t go through last night again.” 

You feel a pang of guilt as you look at Jordan’s distraught face so you nod slightly. It’s probably best you go to the doctor anyway, even if it was going to hurt like a bitch.

You were right but at least Jordan helped you out to the car and gave you quite a few painkillers which dulled the ache in your muscles. The feeling of the car ride lulled you right back to sleep as the low sound of Jordan’s favorite playlist played in the background. Half an hour later you found yourself getting helped out of the car by Jordan, who easily carried most of your weight through the practice doors.

“Hi, we have an appointment. My partner has…” You tuned out of the conversation as you settled into one of the chairs in the waiting room. The sounds of elevator music seemed dull to you, even the clean smell of the room was somehow off.

“Hey we’re going to go in, yeah?” You looked up at Jordan and offered them a strained smile as you pushed yourself up from your seat, before leaning on him once again.

The appointment seemed to last hours as you tried to focus on the woman in front of you and answer her questions but your mind kept drifting out of the room and to the bed you knew was waiting for you at home.

“Okay I’m going to have to take some blood now. This might be more serious than it seems so we just need to make sure.” That sentence quickly focused your attention back, as the doctor pulled out a needle which instantly made you cringe.

Jordan must have sensed your anxiety as they leaned over and grabbed your hand. Carefully stroking the back of it to try and calm you.

“You’ll just feel a little pinch okay?” You nodded slightly and squeezed Jordan’s hand as the doctor found your vein and inserted the needle. You felt a few moments of pain before the doctor pulled away and quickly covered the area with a cotton swab.

“Okay all done. You’ll get the-” With that moment over you drifted off to daydream land again, and you only really came back into yourself when Jordan helped you into your bed.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Not really.” You whispered, making Jordan wince sympathetically before they eased themselves so he was lying next to you.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m right here with you and we’ll get through this together. Yeah?”

You nodded against their shoulder as you cuddled into him. Letting your muscles relax and finally letting your eyelids fall shut. You felt safe next to them and you knew you always would be when you were around Jordan.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Unattainable

one shot

Pairing: LSU!Joe Burrow X Original Fem!Character (unrequited) & LSU!Joe Burrow x BFF!Reader (eventually)

Summary: he’s the lovable quarterback that all women want to get their hands on, but none seem to successfully capture his heart.

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: 18+, language, drugs and alcohol

Asking a guy out requires strategy, asking a guy out who has girls that are friends requires a lot more technique, but asking a guy out who has a girl best friend is a hopeless task. You know when you can tell that they’re inseparable from just one encounter, but everyone assures you that there’s nothing going on between them. Yea, a horrible idea to start with. The ones- like your friends- who aren’t pursuing guys in this predicament severely underestimate the task, but continue to push you towards it.

So here you are at a party celebrating his victory on LSU’s football team and in walks Y/n. She spots you and rushes over to where you’re sitting.

“Skylar! I haven’t seen you in so long.”

Because your back is always to me.

“We should hang out sometime.”

A time when you’re not attached to his hip?

“You know what-

Her phone buzzed in her hand before she could finish. “Fuck I need to go, enjoy the rest of the party!”

She gives you a side hug then races back over to the door when in walks the man of the hour. Tall, kind, strong, confident and painfully unattainable, when she’s around nothing in the world exists to him but her and her ridiculously curly hair.

Y/n presses her lips to his ear with an urgent look on her face. Without waiting a second he takes her hand and walks back out. You don’t know what she said to get him to leave with her, but knowing them it could’ve been anything.

So here you are at a party for Joe Burrow, without Joe Burrow. A party you only attended to ask him out at, but here you are sitting by yourself. It was a dumb plan anyway.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

The next time you tried to ask him out was at a bar. You were with some of your friends and everyone was having a great time getting drunk and letting loose, when Joe and his friends walked in. You immediately started fixing your hair, outfit, anything he could see if he looked over. The sounds of your friends drunk giggles filled your ears.

“God Sky, just ask him out already.”

“She’s been crushing on him for forever.”

“If you want we could help you.”

Your eyes widened, “Kylie no. No one is doing anything, going anywhere or even looking at him.”

The girl scoffed, “weren’t you just eyefucking him?”

“Maybe you’re just not his type.” A voice joining the table whispered. Gina. She once tried to ask him out as well, when he declined she took it real hard.

“Of course I’m his type, I’m brunette and curvy like his ex.” You point out.

A wicked grin rose on her face, “maybe. But you aren’t a 5 '5-5' 7 curly headed and brown skin like his new girl.”

“They’re just friends.” The words felt like sand coming out your mouth.

“You know what, I’m gonna prove to Gina that every *hiccup* one has a chance.” Kylie stumbled off her stool and walked over to his table, it was more like a baby deer walking for the first time, then fell into him.

“Oh my god.” You cringed for her.

“She’s fucking stupid.”

“Gina, shut the fuck up.”

Over at Joe’s table, some of his friends were laughing at Kylie’s attempts at flirting with him, while y/n just looked amused. They ‘chat’ for a few minutes before you hear Ky say, “would you like to go out sometime?” You know his answer is probably going to be a no, but it’s all about how he answers and it was telling.

His cheeks blush a bit, some from the alcohol and from her question. Then he looks up at Kylie, but glances at y/n, who was now over at the bar, for more than a few seconds. You leave your seat before she comes back to the table. As you walk past the bar y/n smiles and waves at you before taking her drinks back to their table.

Why does she have to be nice?

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Walking into the victory party rushes a wave of deja vu over your body. This entire season felt like one giant celebration which was great for LSU, but you were partied out by now. Kylie invited you because she’s an LSU legacy, so this was a euphoric experience for her. You just wanted to find a random corner and maybe a joint to relax. Luckily there was an entire lounge full of stoners to keep your company.

An hour into the party Kylie came to check on you and immediately started laughing at your current state. “Sky, I think you’re living up to your name right now.”

You smiled up at her with lidded eyes. “This is all I ever want in life Ky.”

“Ok bubs.”

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Joe was on the other side of the lounge with his own drug of choice. You didn’t seem to notice him until his name was being shouted out.

Kylie looks over her shoulder and sees him. “Sky…”

You look around her and there he is, sitting with one leg propped on the other, LSU snapback backwards on his head and a cigar in hand. “He’s so hot, but so not worth it.”

“Since when? You’ve been trying to ask him out all year.”

You shook your head and took a deep breath. “Exactly all year it never worked out because he’s in love with her.”

“Who?”

“Her.”

Looking back over at him, Kylie watches as a girl with waist length braids walks over to him and sits on the couch.

── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ──

“You asshole, you left me with the Js to get bodied in beer pong.” You pout reaching over for his forgotten cup. “What is this?”

“Don’t laugh.”

Like a reflex, a smile pushes your cheeks up. “Why would I laugh?”

Rolling his eyes. “Because I know you.”

“Fine I won’t laugh. Now tell me.”

“It’s lemonade with a shot of vodka.”

You finally take a sip of it. “It’s not bad, why would I laugh at that?”

“Because I had to cut open a CapriSun for the lemonade.” His face flushed at the confession and tried to look away.

“You’re so cute.” You smiled and turned his head back towards you.

“Yea, that’s a lot coming from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” He takes your drink and sets it on the ground then puts out his cigar.

His eyes meet yours as you unconsciously scratch the back of his head with your fingers. “That’s sweet, but I’m not- JOEY!”

Without warning he lifts you up onto his lap, his arms go around your waist and yours wrap around his neck. You feel your face get hot, “what are you doing?”

“What I should’ve done a long time ago.” Then his hands bring your face to his and kisses you.

You freeze for a moment before melting against his soft lips and inhaling the rich spice from his mouth. His cap is knocked off as your fingers glide through his silky hair. A deep groan is sucked into your mouth and his arms tighten their hold on your body.

You’re on a cloud of pure bliss just the two of you until a few whistles are heard from the ground. He pecks your bruised lips once more before you hide in his neck.

“What took you so long?” Your giggles vibrate into his collar.

“You didn’t give me many signs.” You pushed yourself off his shoulder with enough force to almost end up on the ground, luckily his arms stabilized you.

“Joseph.”

“Hey it’s true, it’s not like you were the jealous girl who pushed people away from me. You tried to set me up with Skylar once.” He defends.

“Yea because I’m a nice person and yall would be cute together.”

“See you didn’t make anything easy for me.” He smirked.

Your eyes rolled so far back you could watch the memories of him with other girls. “I can’t with you.”

“Too bad, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I hate-

He ambushes your lips with a fervent desire that ends up with your teeth clashing as you start laughing. “Is this your way of getting me to stop now?”

“Yup.” And kisses you once more.

Main Masterlist Coming Soon

[ultralightpoe]

Hurt Feelings - Tangerine

Authors Note: How dare I never watch bullet train before?! TELL ME TO WATCH THESE THINGS 

Word Count: 1234

Warnings: Pregnancy. Douche Tangerine 

Enjoy!

He knew long before he reached the door to your shared apartments what he would find, and yet when he saw the lack of decoration and lack of your presence his heart still stopped beating in his chest and his ribs hurt. 

His brother didn’t seem to notice the lack of your items, rushing to where you normally stashed his thomas shows and turning the telly on before getting comfortable on the couch. Tangerine ignored him, rushing to the back hallway and slamming the door to your bedroom open. Empty. 

The bed was made, his nightstand had his watch collection and his favorite picture of the both of you, but your nightstand was bare. The closet only had his suits, his shoes, his toothbrush, everything you touched was gone. 

You had said as much before he left. Your exact wording was if you leave now then I disappear.

He replayed them over and over, cringing at the way he slammed the door behind him and left anyway. 

You had been irritated all week, he knew this, though he could not figure out why. Normally when you got into these moods you would admit to what was pissing you off and or they would pass within an hour or so. But you didn’t seem to want to talk about why you were pulling away. 

So he pushed the conversation, only he was an idiot who was never able to take a gentle approach. 

“What the fuck has been wrong with you lately?” Translation; I am worried about you.

“Really? That’s how you want to start this conversation?” You snap, dropping the towel you had been folding as he stares at you dumbly from his spot on the bed. 

“How should I start the conversation then? Since you seem real right with ignoring me.” He snaps back, irked.

“I have not been ignoring you. I’ve been busy.”

“You’ve said all but two. Fucking. Words to me since I have been back.”

“What should that matter? You’ll be gone in no time anyways! Off to do something else! Leaving me behind while you're gone for god knows how long!” You scream, hands shaking wildly as he rolls his eyes. 

“What? You wanna come on the trips with us, love? Slow us down so we all get shot?” This had been an argument before. You getting upset about the amount of time Tan is gone is nothing new. 

“Whatever.” You snap. 

“No! Not whatever! You seem to have a problem here so how the fuck do I fix it?! What will it take to get the stick out of your ass?!” He yells, standing up and moving to grab the laundry basket before you can escape. 

“Take a break.” You answer, no hesitation. “Don’t accept the next mission and just stay here for a bit. I never see you any-”

“How the fuck would we pay bills?!” “You know that we have enough and I have a serious matter that I need to talk to you about.”

He tried calling you, hundreds of times, but you had blocked him. Of course you had. 

Storming into the living room he snaps a finger at Lemon, wiping his face aggressively, “Let me use your phone.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. You’ll break it.”

“For fucks sake Lemon. Give me the bloody phone.” He snaps, snatching it from his hand and heading into the kitchen to dial your contact. It rings, of course it does, and he waits patiently. 

“Hey it’s Y/n, sorry I missed ya! I’ll give you a call back when I can!” Your voice rings through and Tangerine exhales at the sound of it, some of the tension leaving his body. 

“Bloody hell Y/n, Come home. This is fucking ridiculous.” He snaps, whipping off his tie as Lemon turns up the tv.  “And stop ignoring my calls.”

“Let me guess. You never get attention and you’re lonely and blah blah blah. Fuck off with that Y/n.”

“Tan. I’m pregnant.” You sob.  He stops short. His heart stops, his face falls, every muscle in his body freezes as he hears this. Panic and dread fill him. 

“No.”

“No?” You repeat, wiping the tears from your cheek aggressively.

“You are on protection.” 

“I am.”

“Then you are lying.” Your face falls, and something in his chest cracks at the look.  “I don’t know what you want me to do here.”

“I want to know if I have a partner in this.” You whisper, and he debates pulling you into his embrace. Holding you tight and whispering that he will never let anything happen to you. 

He goes to step to you but his job's ringtone fills the room and you close your eyes. Part of him wants to ignore it, but if he ignores this one then he’ll start ignoring more. 

So he picks up the call, watching you roll your eyes. “Tangerine……yeah, I’ll be right there.”

You slap his shoulder and storm to the living room where Lemon is reading a thomas book and you snap to him. “Lemon. Tell him to stay.”

“Lemon. Get ready. We have to go.” Tan snaps, ignoring the glare you send him. 

A couple hours pass and he’s about to lose it, pulling his phone to track you. 

He had already blown your phone up with Lemons phone, until your voicemail was full and no longer accepting calls. But he was still dialing, the phone hot in his hand as he opens the laptop to track where you were. 

He expects it to give him the voice message again but his heart leaps when you pick up on the third ring. “I was hoping you’d give up.”

“Does that sound like something I would do, Love?” He smiles, just happy to hear your voice. 

“You gave up pretty easily on our last conversation.” You snipe and his chest constricts. 

“Come home.”

“Fuck you.”

“Please. Let’s just discuss this properly. No yelling.” You beg, grabbing onto his elbow as he finishes packing the bag. “Tan, please.”

“Deal with it.” He snaps, not looking at you as he fixes his collar and snatches his arm away. 

“D-deal with it?” Your breath catches, he can hear it, but he can’t look at you. Something was hurting and he was breaking under the pressure. 

“Take care of it. You know what I mean.” Then he is leaving, opening the front door as you chase after him. 

 “IF YOU LEAVE NOW THEN I DISAPPEAR FOR GOOD!” 

Bile rose in his throat as he slammed the door shut behind him. 

“We can take care of this.”

“Oh? You mean you’ll drag me to the nearest abortion clinic?” You laugh bitterly, the sound of a train behind you. “I’m gone. Forget this.”

“Where are you?” He growls, grabbing his jacket. He didn’t have to ask because he already knew you wouldn’t answer, not that it mattered he already had tracked you down. 

“Leave me alone.”

“Don’t hang-” Fuck. You already did. Fine, if you didn’t come home he would go and drag you home. 

You were not allowed to walk around pregnant with his child and no protection. “Lemon. Stay here I have to go get Y/n.”

“I hope it’s a boy.” Lemon blurts, smiling a bit. “He can be a dick just like you.”

“Sour.” Tan smiles, heading to the door. “I am hoping it’s a girl.”

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Stranger Danger! [Entry #1]

HEADCANON

PAIRING: Dark!Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader [Modern AU]

WORDS: 3,049.

SUMMARY: Moving into a desolate, small-town suburb, you would think the risks of finding yourself in "peril" are close to none. And yet, how could you not have been more wrong...

WARNINGS: stalker!Aegon/stalking tendencies mentioned, posessive!Aegon, mentions of kidnapping, slight BDSM (spanking), Daddy kink, slight dub-con, swearing.

A/N - he literally took over my soul & there’s no going back now. when I tell you this took me forever, 4 fucking days... NO IDEA WHY I JUST KEPT GOING. ANYWAYS I had to split this HC up, because I wrote too much! So here is the first part, nearly completed the next :) hope ya'll enjoy xox

A small, simple town, nonetheless, it would suffice for you. It was inevitable that newcomers would mingle with most of the residents in a day or two, you had been advised upon your relocation.

Your case was no exception: withdrawn from your previous livelihood in the city, you wished to escape to the serenity a desolate, small-town could offer.

That was where you'd meet, Aegon... Just, Aegon [as he had ambiguously introduced himself].

Working in a minor, stuffy bookstore/cafe, many of the local townspeople often visited or dined, in which is where Aegon was introduced to you.

At first, he would dare not to approach you, though rather seek in the comfort of lurking in the noisy, bustling background as his younger brothers or sister would heroically order in his steed.

Like a dangerously ravenous predator prowling at its innocent, mindless prey, he watched you closely. Your precise movements, your ever so often-changing facial expressions, your disciplined mannerisms, your light-hearted voice. Every fine detail he saturated his senses completely, soaking himself in your vicinity, in your divine presence.

Surmising that you were a sweet, honest little thing: he fathomed and relished in the notion that you were incorrupt, all for his undoing. He'd never seen the likes of you before, and was frustrated with himself that he hadn't ever clocked you.

Aegon would often grow impatient with himself, as he observed other males conversing with you, knowing their true, carnal intentions... It made his blood boil, and yet you paid no mind, he was comforted by this, although knew his time was wearing thin.

He would eventually start to visit you every chance he could cease, even in the absence of his younger siblings. Finally building the courage to converse with you, even if it was short, simple-minded banter as you politely took his order, your voice, its tone sounded like decadent, pure honey to his ears.

He was madly obsessed with everything about you.

You could not deny on your part either: Aegon was quite handsome, with his doe, lilac eyes that enraptured you, his soft facial structure, yet also formidable. The contrast of his pale, silver hair against his fair skin, was unearthly. And Gods, did he love to listen to you. He made you feel utterly giddy, often blurting out random, cringe remarks, feeling your cheeks flash hot with blush.

Nonetheless, he continued to return to the store, coincidentally whenever you were scheduled for a shift.

Eventually, Aegon grew tempted to follow you after hours, desperate to seek you in your travels back to your humble abode. He often waited in the distance, as you closed and departed from work late in the evenings, all by your lonesome.

He'd convinced himself he was doing you a favour... Gods forbid, someone tried to attack you, he'd be your saviour, like some damsel in distress. He was being harmless otherwise.

As he fell more comfortable in this consuming routine, compulsively following you home, often making up incessant lies and pathetic excuses for his absence from home: found solace in watching you through your apartment window.

Whether it was watching you do your laundry, making a simple dinner, or prepping for bed as you'd read a book, he grew infatuated with your wholesomeness.

Although, earning even more luck, he'd caught a glimpse of another side of you, a much, much more titillating side. Attentively observing you, how eagerly your fingers ventured between your thighs, as your hips bucked forward, back arching and convulsing in swift motions. The circular shapes of your mouth, he could only imagine the lewd sounds echoing from your lips. He found himself moments later, stroking his own cock, desperately aching for pleasure and release, as he envisioned himself being the reason for your excitement.

All this entertainment however, came to an abrupt end, when Aegon found you bringing some random, strange man into the confinements of your home.

He was livid beyond words: fists clenching firmly on his steering wheel, his knuckles whitened even more against his pale skin, his jaw tense as he spied on the two of you, the way you'd laugh and grip at the man's arm. He could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

Much to his infuriated relief, nothing escalated beyond the red wine you'd generously shared. After being certain the man was completely gone, and you safe and sound in bed, he knew he had to make some sort of a move. He was adamant in avoiding this situation from repeating itself all over again, or worse...

The notion of another man taking you all for himself, was enough motive to set his plans to motion.

How it happened and how Aegon had panned it out, was all a blur initially.

You'd recognised him instantly as he slowly pulled up along the kerbside, pulling his frosted window down, as you were walking back from work. His familiar, tender smile was heart-warming in contrast to the dim, winter weather and cloudy, light sprinkle that had been hazing the day since the mane.

"You poor thing, you'll catch a cold if you wander about in this weather. I can drop you off, if you would like?"

At first you remained reluctant, out of consideration: not wanting to intervene in Aegon's plans for the day. Your meek attempts at refusing his offer however, failed, for he remained persistent.

"I don't mind at all. I have no plans or commitments, I swear it...Please, it-it's the least I can do after all."

Defeatedly you succumb to his offer, although a partial side of you is grateful that you have a reason to be out of the cold weather. Aegon leans over towards the front passenger seat, opening the door for you, like a true gentleman. You were convinced he was the only gentlemen in the town, with how chivalrous he was towards you.

As the journey began, you'd disclosed your address to Aegon, who immediately knew the directions [since having grown up here]. Although, taking a wrong turn, you initially acknowledged it at first, laughing it off. Yet, another wrong turn...

"A-Aeg, you took the wrong turn-" Glancing over towards him, that familiar, heart-felt smile began to fade as his face turned rigid to stone. Stern and stoic in his expression, he turns to look over at you with a threatening, dark tinge, before uttering the chilling, final words you would hear for the last time out in the open...

"You made me do this."

Memory hazy, you could only vaguely reminisce the moment a wet, white cloth was shoved towards your face before the darkness had closed in.

You awoke in a dingy, empty yet neatly structured basement, solid brick walls and metallic pipes enclosing the sturdy foundation of the architecture, where dense, black padding foamed across the walls and ceilings. Your breath was heavy, yet mouth taped and your movements restricted, only noticing the tight restraints around your wrists, digging into your soft flesh. Your cries muffled loudly, feeling the hot tears streaking down.

Eventually a part of the ceiling where stairs rose towards had opened suddenly, and cautiously, Aegon entered, a beaming smile across his face.

Approaching you carefully, as though you were some kind of hurt, defenceless animal that he dared not to frighten nor startle, he bespoke some "rules": no screaming, no fighting back, no disobeying and no running, under any circumstances.

"Try any of those and your punishment will be severe, understood Y/N?"

Internally, your mind raced a million thoughts incoherent to his words and yet you remained blank. Sensing the adrenaline beginning to surge intensely through your body, as Aegon began to untie the restraints, you felt yourself lunge forwards towards the steps, yet something had firmly tugged you back, causing you to grow unsteady on your feet, falling to the crowd. Met with darkness once more, your memory clouded the second time you awoke.

"What did I say? Look at what you made me do, Princess.... I told you NOT to run, didn't I? What did Daddy say, huh?"

Your head immensely throbbing with a dull pain, it took you a few seconds to settle, before realising that familiar feeling of the restraints and tight concealment of your mouth forcibly shut. Aegon's hand gripped at your jaw tightly, pulling your attention unto him, as he attempted to calm you down.

"You made Daddy hurt you... I never want to hurt you again, baby. I only want take care of you, okay?"

"Wh-What did you do A-Aeg? Wh-What have you done?"

"Only taken back what is mine."

You withdraw and grimace at his gentle touch, as he cleans your bloodied scar across your forehead, before softly applying a bandage. The faint, proud smile produced on his face as he admires his work, before his eyes linger over yours once more, the smile fades again.

"Do not think that your little defiance won't go unpunished... Daddy always commits to his word, sweet thing. You will eventually come to know this. I am in charge, you will respect this or learn the hard fucking way."

Aegon suddenly departs that very moment, leaving you lonesome to cry inconsolably for God knows how long: ignorant to the notion of time now, it felt like hours as you weakly pondered over your destitute thoughts, wondering if anyone cared enough to know or realise of your abrupt disappearance to send for help... Yet again, you were scarcely known in the neighbourhood, people barely recalled your name correctly, had you not worn your employee name badge.

Feeling your reddened, puffy eyes slowly succumbing to sleep, you had awoken instantly by the sound of the ceiling door opening suddenly, to Aegon's heavy footsteps etching down.

Without an exchange of a word, Aegon pulled a chair right in front of where you crawled up and sat, before slapping at his thigh, harshly gesturing for you to sit atop.

"Bend and lay over my lap, now-"

Not wanting to add fuel to the fire that ignited from within Aegon, you dared not to disobey. The dark, forbidding look in his lilac eyes, that you once fawned for, now frightened you into compliance. The feeling of your tense body relaxing over his sturdy, meaty thighs, you found more comfort over than the stony cold floor you sat upon for hours ago.

Without a warning, Aegon's rough palm came striking down hard against the naked flesh of your ass cheeks.

"10 spankings for my naughty girl, cause for 10 seconds she tried to run away from me-"

"2 slaps- 3 slaps-"

Reciting each total, and the shrieking cries from your behalf echoed across the empty room, feeling the skin of your ass growing number by the minute, your hands instinctively gripped at the flesh of Aegon's thighs for support. Your mouth pressing down against its side, to muffle the cries more.

"6 slaps- 7 slaps-"

"Sweet heart thought she could get away? What does she think, that Daddy will let her go that easily? I promise I'll take care of you- 8 slaps- I'll feed you, nurture you- 9 slaps- I will love you."

The final stroke stung sharply, your skin burning with the heat of the friction, it was definite Aegon took the silence to admire his handprint over your bare skin, a stifled chuckle escaping his growling laugh.

Guiding you to sit upright on his lap, you felt tense and immense discomfort as you hovered over. Tears streaming down your scarlet, tender cheek, Aegon stroked each fallen drop across your sobbing face, cooing you in his lap, as one free hand soothed at your back and the other gently squeezed at your thigh.

"Promise me, Princess... Promise me you'll never leave me. I'm the only one that can take care of you, protect you and love you. Mark my words."

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[ribz4livers]

A pizza doxing or a trip to the dumpster would have been so much better than this...

I am finally trying to be more comfortable sharing my writing with the general public! This is supposed to function as a small introduction to Madeline and the events leading up to her kidnapping just before where TPOF takes place. It isn't very long but depending on the reception, I do want to try my hand and writing more about her and potentially Derek (once I get over my cringe hurdles).

I hope you guys enjoy. 💖

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Word count: below 1000

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“Alright guys! You know the drill, let me know what you think in the comments below or–” the girl on the screen flashes a small but toothy smile, “if you’re watching this live, blow that chat box up! I’ll see you later for my next scheduled live and trust me, you won’t want to miss it!" She held up a hand and gifted a small wave, “Bye-bye and keep yourselves safe!” Cut. That’s a wrap. Madeline leaned over her keyboard, hitting the button on her microphone to end the live audio before quickly doing the same with her webcam, cutting the hundreds of eyeballs ogling her from the shadows of the internet. She sighed, clicking her mouse and scrolling through the chat feed, reading people’s reactions to her most recent stream. “This was disgusting”, “is she actually serious?”, “troll”, etc… There were a few people singing their praises, applauding Madeline for her attention to detail when talking about the Top 5 Most Gruesome Serial Killers of Our Time!!! but she knew they were just knights in shining armor trying to get the attention of their queen. There was no research in these videos; a quick visit to any online encyclopedia and there was all the information she needed. Copy, past, action.

Even with so many people watching her when she hit that “go live” button on her screen, once she ended that stream that was it; no eyes, no reeling chat, just nothing; just her staring back at the wolfish girl in the viewfinder on her screen, all alone. Leaning back in her chair, Madeline again sighed. The reactions she got were good but were they good enough to get the attention of the reaction channels? After her last controversy, rating victims’ outfits, she really needed to step it up a notch if she wanted to keep the notoriety.  “Maybe…Dateable Delinquents? No…too easy…” Madeline muttered to herself, grabbing her phone. She checked her texts. It had been over 6 hours since she had last looked at her phone anyway, right? Something had to be there by now.

“Tch…” Madeline clicked her tongue as there were no texts from anyone. Oh well, in the meantime she could go for a dose of fresh air. Maybe visit that cute café down the road and get ahead on her next script or finally start on that essay she had due today before midnight.

Making her way to the vanity, Madeline kicked a medium sized box out of the way, the useless artifacts from a time past rattling around and hopefully breaking in the process. She glanced at the box as she passed, taking note of the neatly written address on one of its half opened flaps. Clearly a woman's writing. She would have to make a trip to the apartment dumpster soon, what a fucking pain.

Once sat in front of the vanity mirror, Madeline began touching up her appearance. She already had her makeup done, never appearing on streams or videos without it, but it couldn't hurt to fix her hair and adjust her outfit in accordance with today's weather: drab and weary. 

Just her and the girl in the mirror now. Her eyes were too yellow, her ears too tall, nails too thick and teeth far too sharp. Madeline flashed a smile at the glass but shame pricked her lips before they stretched too far. Well behaved girls don't bare fangs.

She began to brush her hair carefully, taking extra care to give it that desired, signature flip she was known for–at least if she had people who knew her–and for a moment thought about a time when her hair was much longer, harder to style; no, it wasn't that it was harder to style but that she wasn't allowed to style. Once again Madeline thought about that box sitting only a few feet behind her. Impulsively grabbing her phone again Madeline opened the screen. Still nothing. The phone made a loud clack as she set it back down on the table with a little more force than before and continued her grooming.

Madeline was lost in teeth, boxes, scripts but was suddenly interrupted by what sounded like a door, her door, getting softly knocked. It wasn't expected but it wasn't unwelcome either. Maybe it was one of those pizza doxings she had heard so much about from her time lurking on the internet farms. The thought of someone going through all that effort just to send her a free lunch made the girl smile, fangs poking over her elongated lips. How sad were these keyboard warriors? 

Another knock.

Madeline got up, doing a once over in the mirror and began making her way to the door, all smiles, "hold on, I'm coming."

Silence.

Without checking the peep hole, Madeline opened the door wide but her giddy expression clouded once she saw there was in fact no pizza, only two large bodies dressed in dark colors and obscured faces.

"Hi…Madeline?" One of them asked in a voice that sounded fake, filtered and suspicious.

There was no time for her body much less her mind to react. There was no sixth sense, no hair standing on edge and no words; and apparently these people needed no answer. Before Madeline could utter a word, she felt something pressed to her mouth, a cloth, and next there was only black–

A pizza doxing or a trip to the dumpster would have been so much better than this.

[drvmekoo]

regroup | jeon jungkook [part two]

summary: drifting away from your best friend is never an easy thing to deal with. its a good thing a very important project is forcing you both to regroup

➳ pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

➳ genre: college au, fluff, angst, smut (eventually)

➳ rating: 18+

➳ warnings: none! just a lot of fluff

➳ wc: 1.4k+

➳ author's notes: i hope you all enjoy part two! i'm sorry it took so long to get here. school and work have been kicking my ASS. but anyways! let me know what you think!

PROLOGUE | PART ONE | PART TWO

“Now who’s the late one, huh?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows as you plopped your bag down on the seat next to him. You rolled your eyes as he teased you, raising his eyebrows at your irritated expression. 

“Don’t start Jeon.” You opened up your laptop in a hurry, cringing as you read the time. You were only ten minutes late but in your eyes, it was wasted time. You two still had nothing to show for since you got paired together and the due date was creeping closer and closer. 

“I totally forgot that my building was doing a maintenance check today and so I had to stay there for hours while they checked doors and toilets and ugh…anyways.”

For a moment, it went quiet between you both. You looked up at the man sitting across from you as he scanned your face, brow furrowed. 

Your own eyebrows knitted together “What? Do I have something on my face?” You pulled your phone out to check your reflection. Nothing seemed out of place.

“No no, I’m just….did you get to eat?” he said lowly. 

You thought back to the manic morning, trying to wonder if you did eat that banana that was left on your side. Your tummy rumbled at the thought.

 I guess that was your answer.

“Uh no, not yet but, I’ll just get something later.” You opened up your notes “We need to get a move on.”

Jungkook shook his head “No, absolutely not. You need to eat. It’s already 3:15. You must be starving.” The scrape of his chair echoed across the library. “Give me 2 seconds.”

Before you could protest, Jungkook sprinted towards the cafeteria. ‘What a procrastinator.’ You thought to yourself, sighing as you were left sitting at the empty table. After you quickly skimmed through your unfinished plan, outlining the key ideas of your project, you felt your mind drift to yesterday's weird fiasco in your room. 

Jungkook seemed to change in your presence. Acted like nothing ever happened between you two. Acted like he never abandoned being your best friend. 

But why?

Before you could think any deeper, the man himself had arrived back. He placed a muffin and a coffee cup in front of you. 

“Oh, Jungkook thank you…but you know I don’t drink coffee so-” You began to say, inching the cup back towards him. He shushed you.

“Of course I know that dummy! Open the lid and smell it!” He took the liberty for you as he once again sent it back to you and opened the lid of your cup. Instantly the aroma of chai hit your senses. 

The smell of cinnamon and creamy milk right away puts you at ease. This was your favourite drink and you’d pick it every time without fail. 

And Jungkook had remembered. Not only that you didn’t drink coffee. But also that you’d only drink one other thing. 

Your heart squeezed at the thought. “Thank you, Kook.” you beamed lightly. 

He nodded, sweetly smirking. “No big deal. Now eat before you fade away!”

After taking a few bites of your muffin and drinking some more tea, you finally decided to get to it. Time is of the essence after all. 

A couple of hours went by. Finally, both of you had achieved a hard outline of what your assessment was focusing on. The stress that was once looming over you was somewhat gone as you scrolled through both your (and now Jungkook’s) notes

“This is great! With this, it’ll make our lives so much easier when writing up the paper!” 

The excited tone in your voice now echoed across the library. The time was 7 pm. Only a few students still worked silently at their desks, but it was nowhere near the mayhem it was earlier on.

You also hadn’t realised in the depths of your study that the sky outside had also gone dark. You sighed “Okay well, this seems like a good place to stop.”

“Oh thank god!” Jungkook groaned. You rolled your eyes as you packed up your stuff.

“Hey, don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it! You were really getting into it at the end.”

Jungkook laughed as he slid his jacket on “No, I was honestly just enjoying how focused your face gets.”

“What do you mean?”

He pointed to the gap between his eyebrows “Your eyebrows scrunch together right here, it's really cute.”

Your breath hitched again at the sudden compliment as you both walked out into the evening air. 

“Haha very funny.” you stopped, waiting to say goodbye before you can make your way home. “Well, I better get going-”

“Woah woah, what are you doing?” 

You paused “I’m…going home?”

Jungkook chuckled “You really think I’m gonna let you walk home by yourself? What kind of man do you think I am Y/n?”

“O-Oh Kook…I’m fine it’s just down the street-”

He shushed you once again, gently taking your hand and guiding you towards your dorm. The sudden touch of his skin against yours made your face heat up.

“You know, you shush me a lot.” You huffed as you walked alongside him, taking your hand out of his gentle grasp.

“Well, you talk a lot.” 

“Did that hurt?” you broke the silence as you both quietly walked along the street

“Did what hurt?”

You pointed to his big sleeve tattoo. While you were working earlier, you found yourself entranced and constantly looking at art that covered his entire arm. He himself caught you a few times, smirking and telling you to “take a picture, it should last longer..!”

“Ah, I was wondering when you were finally gonna bring this up.” He smirked now once again. 

You tutted “You know what? I’m sorry I asked, just forget about it.” You went to walk ahead in a strop, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back 

“Hey no, I’m kidding.” he chuckled “It hurt a little, but the more times I went to get it finished, the more it was bearable you know?”

“You had to go back more than once?”

He nodded “Of course? You think this took only one sitting? I’d be there for hours!”

“I don’t know! I’m not a tattoo expert!” you shrugged “What did your mom think of it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well the last time I saw her, she was ADAMANT that tattoos were a no-go.” You laughed lightly at the memory 

Jungkook laughed alongside you, hands in his pockets. “Ah that. Well, let’s just say she wasn't happy! And by ‘wasn’t happy’ I mean on the brink of fainting.”

You laughed harder “Oh my god! For real?”

“No joke, my dad was ready to catch her.” 

You both burst into another fit of laughter as Jungkook kept adding more to the story. 

“Wow, I miss your mom.” you sighed as you wiped a stray tear from your eye. “She’s great.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled “She misses you too.”

A wake of awkwardness swept over the two of you once again. You thanked the universe above that you were now coming up to your dorm. 

“Well.” You started, stopping at the entrance “Next time you speak to her, tell her I miss her cooking.”

He looked down at his feet “Will do. And hey, next time you speak to your mom tell her I miss her baking.”

“Whenever you need her cookies, be sure to get in touch.” You partly joked. He nodded lightly, leaving the two of you to glance at just each other for a split second

Before the silence could make its way into the conversation again you quickly broke out pf your trance “Thank you for walking me home.” 

He shrugged lightly “Ah no big deal, It’s the least I could do for standing you up yesterday.”

“Apology accepted.” You smiled

Jungkook lingered for a split second. “So…meet at the same time tomorrow?”

While your brain (and a little bit of your heart) was screaming at you to say yes, you had other priorities you had to attend to. 

“Oh, I can’t tomorrow. I have Joon’s birthday dinner tomorrow. He couldn't celebrate it on his actual birthday because of exams so he’s throwing it now.”

At the sudden mention of Namjoon, Jungkook’s jaw ticked “Ah, gotcha.” he mumbled dryly. 

Your brows furrowed “What’s up with you?”

“Uh, nothing. Thanks for today. Text me when you’re next free okay? At another dry response, he turned on his heels and walked away towards his own dorms, leaving you standing at your doorstep by yourself.

What just happened?

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[xavsgirl]

Stone cold heart

Pairing:Tyler Galpin x outcast reader

Plot:you’re good at making boys fall for you,but what if for once you fall for someone?

Contains:anger,some fluff

Warnings:swearing words

Author’s notes:no hate for the festivity mentioned it’s just a reference to the show

Masterlist

Thanksgiving:the most boring and stupid festivity Nevermore had ever celebrated.

The hypocrisy hidden behind the garlands and the concert was bigger than principal Weems’ ego,which obviously got on your nervs.

“What’s your duty today?” Kent asked you

“Pilgrim village,but I’m skipping it”

“What do you mean you’re skipping it?”

“I mean that I’m doing that,Kent”

“Yeah but like..how? I mean it’s not like you will go unnoticed”

“Do you really think anyone will pay attention to me? All the students are busy with their stupid jobs and principal Weems has to kiss the mayor’s ass,I’ll surely go unnoticed. I’ll just hide somewhere”

“If they find out,you’ll get expelled”

“Can’t wait to get out of this awful school anyway” you scoffed,leaving the boy.

Nevermore simply disgusted you:students were all so excited to attend classes together and meet their friends while you just wanted to spit on everyone’s face.

The school was trash,the people even worse:but how could you find decent classmates when you were surrounded by idiots that put on a pedestal Bianca Barclay,Wednesday Addams or Enid Sinclair? Embarrassing,you wanted to throw up.

Those girls had nothing:the first was a blowhard,the second a future serial killer and the third a dumb wolf who couldn’t even howl. Ridiculous.

You huffled,opening the door of Jericho café.

It was warm inside,and empty:the perfect place in which to spend the next few hours before finding a new hideout.

The only problem was Xavier working there for the day,but you knew he would have never said a word,he was wrapped around your finger since you dated him.

Well,to be honest date was quite an euphemism:you had a thing with him just to humiliate Bianca.

Everyone in the school had their eyes on them:

“They’re so cute”

“What a nice couple”

“I want what they have”

Bullshit. Barclay wanted to show off she was the artist’s muse, the only one slightly in love was Thorpe but those feelings disappeared the second you got closer to him.

You had an important quality:get people the right way. That was it.

Oh and also,fake it till you make it,or just fake it in general.

Thorpe’s ideal type was quite different from the person you were:he had this weakness for sweet,pretty girls so you didn’t really know how he could had fallen in love with Bianca,she was just a bitch.

Anyway,you started getting to him with cute smiles and nice words,then you started being around him during classes,during lunch,and when he actually trusted you,you dropped the bomb:

“Is it true that Bianca uses her power over you? Oh no wait,if she does you wouldn’t know…” you cringed so bad at the stupidity you had to put in those words,but it worked as Xavier’s eyes changed their light.

“What do you mean?” he asked

“I’ve heard Yoko saying that”

“What the fuck?”

“I swear,she was in the hallway talking to Kent,she said that Bianca was working well with her power on you”

That was it,all it had taken you to make Thorpe go mad and break up with Barclay. Fun part? You weren’t lying.

Barclay and Thorpe were just another one of the many illusions which used to hide the hypocrisy of Nevermore.

A few weeks later,after wasting all your precious time trying to cheer the boy up,he finally declared his feelings to you and the rumour spread.

You dated for around a month,the perfect time to get everyone’s eyes on you and enjoy people whispering any time Bianca walked past. They all knew what she had done,you “unintentionally” told Enid, who uploaded a post about it on her blog.

Once you couldn’t stand Xavier’s corny attitude anymore you broke up with him,putting on a dumb show in which you played the sorry girlfriend who fell out of love and ditched him.

The dude was stubborn tho,he tried to get back to you many times,but you had a new job to complete:Enid’s fallen.

You started from stealing Ajax,who had been her crush for a while. Dating him was even harder than dating Xavier.

Xavier was corny,yes,but Petropolus,damn it,he was an explosion of flowers and rainbows,the perfect partner for Sinclair…if only you weren’t around.

You grabbed the mask of the good girl,threw it in the trash can,and put on the one of the dumb fairy. What a pain,but it worked.

In a few days Ajax barely knew who Enid was,which obviously hurt her,but the cherry on the top of the cake was the secret Petropolus told you.

No one actually knew that Enid had never fully turned into a werewolf,all she could do was make her claws appear and…they were the colour of her nail polish.

When the boy had told you,you had to avoid burst into a loud laugh so you just carried on with your plan.

You opened a parallel blog to the one Enid’s managed,and wrote a very long and detailed post about the little werewolf not being a real werewolf.

All you had left to do was enjoying the students laughing at her in the yard,in the classes and even in the lunch room.

Another secret had been revealed.

So funny,less funny was breaking up with Ajax as he was another stubborn guy and tried to get you back multiple times,fighting with Xavier.

You were so proud of your job,there was just one more person left:Wednesday Addams,how could you destroy her? Well it wasn’t like she wasn’t already doing that on her own,but she was still a quite popular girl no matter the controversies,she even had a bunch of loyal friends.

You were busy thinking about a new plan when it showed up right in front of you:

“How may I help you?l Tyler Galpin asked with a notepad in his hand and a smile on his lips.

You didn’t really considered that normie,you knew Addams probably had a crush on him,and him on Addams,Kent had told you,but you had rarely seen him around so he was a kind of faded imagine in a corner of your mind.

“An espresso,no sugar thanks”

“You like it bitter”

“Just like human’s existence on this planet”

“Okay…” Tyler furrowed his eyebrows and walked towards the kitchen.

You looked at him:maybe this one was easier to get,he had a crush on Wednesday which was a total psychopath,he may had liked a plotter bitch.

A few minutes later the brunette came back with your coffee,and put it on the table,right in front of you

“There you go. Hopefully this coffee will make your existence less bitter” he joked

“I don’t think so. I believe to Leopardi when he said that nature is an evil stepmother”

“Leopardi seems like a funny guy”

“He actually isn’t”

“Maybe he should try one of my coffees”

“Deaths can’t drink coffee,Tyler”

The boy looked at you confused

“How do you know my name? I have never seen you around”

“I’m from Nevermore,you’re a well known name in between the students”

“Oh,exciting. I hope they have nice words for me”

“Nothing is nice in there”

“I don’t believe you”

“You’ve never been in that school”

“But I know the students,they’re sweet people”

You laughed

“Even koalas seems sweet,but they can send you to the hospital”

“You’re pretty intimidating” Tyler giggled

“Oh,I can be” you said,and drank your coffee while the boy welcomed a new person inside the café.

A few days later you were back,sitting at the same table as before, and it went on for many many weeks until you became an abitual customer and Tyler’s friend.

The boy slowly started opening up with you:he told you about Wednesday,the way he couldn’t understand her feelings and some more irrilevant stuff,including stories from his childhood.

“Of course you don’t understand her feelings,she has none” you replied once he went on the Wednesday topic for the millionth time

“No,she has,she just doesn’t show them”

“Yes,of course. It’s like saying that a serial killer is sorry for his victims but kills them anyway”

“Why would you bring that up?”

“Because Addam’s gonna be a serial killer one day”

“You should become one too,then”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed,Tyler laughed

“You two are way more similar than what you think”

“No”

“Yes. Y’all are pessimistic,misanthrope and have the same intimidating aura” Tyler pointed out

“It’s not enough to say that we’re similar”

“It is”

“No. She’s a freak”

“You too are a freak Y/n,you’re an outcast”

“Being an outcast doesn’t mean being a freak”

“Okay,sorry. But you two are similar,you can’t change my mind”

“I’m prettier” you spit out,Tyler laughed again

“Egocentrism is another point you two have in common. Y’all would be best friends”

At those words you couldn’t keep up with the conversation no more:you stood up and hit the table with a fist

“I would never be her best friend! Never! I have nothing to share with a crazy attention seeker! I hate her! And I hate every single student of Nevermore! I want the whole school to burn down so don’t you fucking dare to compare me to any of those hypocritical assholes!” you yelled,everybody in the café turned to look at you,so Tyler grabbed your wrist and lead you to the bathroom.

“Are you mad?” he asked locking you two inside the toilet

“You started it”

“And then Wednesday is the psychopath…”

“Don’t mention her! Stop it!” you were about to yell again

“Okay,okay. May I ask you why you hate her so much? And why you hate Nevermore so much?”

“Nothing is true in there. People act like friends and then talk behind their backs,love is based on magic powers and all they care about is the appearance. They all want to be popular because the real world has always treated them like trash,and they can’t accept it. You know what,Tyler? Maybe I was wrong when I said that outcasts aren’t freaks,we are freaks,we just try to not show it. We all wear masks,I did that too” you said,and walked out from the bathroom as you wanted to go back to school.

A few days later you were laying on your bed:it was past midnight but for some reason you couldn’t sleep,so you grabbed your phone.

You had just turned it on when it rang,a text had just come in:it was Tyler’s.

You furrowed your eyebrows,confused,but checked the text anyway

“Up for a night ride? :)”

“If you really want,yes”

“I do. See you in 10 mins x”

You got dressed up and when Tyler texted you that he was outside Nevermore, you sneaked out and got in his car.

“Hello” he greeted you with a smile

“What brings you here,Galpin?”

“I wanted to see you”

“I know,I’m hard to forget”

“That’s funny because you actually are. I keep thinking about the words you told me in toilet”

“I was just mad”

“You were,but I feel like you are also frustrated”

“If I wanted to talk with a therapist I would’ve asked Mrs. Kinbott” you growled

“Okay,okay I’m sorry. As an apology take the package on the backseats”

At those words you turned your head,noticing a small rectangular present. You took it and opened it.

“A compilation of Leopardi’s poems?” you were surprised:boys used to gift you with dumb stuff like flowers,chocolate and stuffed animals,no one had ever given you such a nice gif,only Tyler.

“This is for what?” you demanded

“To make your life less bitter” he joked,this time you laughed with him.

“If I tell you the other poets I like will you gift me with all their books?” you asked,browsing the pages

“I will”

“There are plenty of them”

“I bet I’ll find all their books in limited editions”

“Sure…” you rolled your eyes,looking outside the window:you couldn’t see much besides the shape of the trees and the shiny stars

“Where are we going?” you asked

“It’s a surprise”

“Is this a date or something?”

“It depends on your perspective:do you want it to be a date or not?”

“Who knows” you shrugged your shoulders

“You’re hard to get,aren’t you?”

“It depends”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want the true me or the one of your dreams? A few boys got the girl of their dreams but not me”

“Do you talk by riddles Y/n?”

You laughed “Confusing people is my favourite hobby”

“I’ve noticed-Tyler stopped the car-here we are” he said.

You got down,realising that the boy had brought you in a beautiful clearing in which you could see the stars.

“I am not kissing you under the midnight sky Galpin,I don’t like romantic movies”

“Keep the kiss for the next time,I just wanted to show you this place. It’s pretty”

“Do you bring here all the girls you like?”

“Who knows”

“I bet you brought here Addams but she didn’t like it”

“You’re wrong on this one:Addams never came here”

“But you invited her”

“I didn’t. I haven’t seen her in a while to be honest”

“Interesting”

The silence filled the air for a second,then Tyler talked again

“Tell me about the poets you mentioned earlier”

“What?”

“Tell me about them”

“Well I like Baudelaire,Blake,Foscolo,Hugo and the Maudits poets”

“That’s our literature,not the outcast’s. You studied at a school for normies,didn’t you?” Tyler was determined to know you,the true you,which kind of caught you off guard.

When you had decided to get his heart in order to steal him from Addams you expected his type to be quite similar to the person you were,but he didn’t stopped at what you showed him,he wanted to go deeper. He wanted to know you for what you really were.

“It’s none of your business” you scoffed

“So that’s how you play? You don’t show your true self to collect the boys you want”

“Excuse me?”

“Okay let’s stop this game. During the Pilgrims Day Xavier told me about the things you did”

“Galpin let me give you an advice:stay away from Y/n. She plots and plays”

“What do you mean Thorpe?”

“She uses people and then ditches them. She’s the reason why everyone knows Bianca’s and Enid’s business. She’s a good actress:all smiles and sweet eyes,but behind those…she’s a devil.

“When we started getting closer I’ve realised that you wanted something from me,but what? You didn’t know me,it was impossible that you wanted to expose me in some ways,like you did with your classmates,then I realised. You knew Wednesday had a crush on me,she was your target. There must have been a way in which you got to Barclay,it was Thorpe,while for Sinclair it must have been Petropolus. I was your way to Addams. Xavier told me about “smiles and sweet eyes” but you just showed me coldness and cynicism,I thought it was because you knew I had a crush on Wednesday,everyone knew about us,so you just tried to be like her. You weren’t trying tho,were you? This is a part of the true you,the one you wanted to show me to get to my heart. The point is that you fucked a few things up so I ended up proving to myself that I had traced a really accurate profile of you”

“Screw me-you smirked,Tyler was smart-may I ask you when I fucked up?”

“Well,the words you said in the toilet,then your riddles about the girl of everyone’s dream and your true self. Xavier was right:you do play with people to make other people sink,and you do it so well. That’s sick,that’s the plotting of a villain”

“It’s checkmate for you Galpin,congrats”

“I want a reward” he said,reducing the space between you two.

Your noses were close,your eyes chained together:invisible discharging flying in the air.

“What do you want?” you demanded

“Two things. First one:the truth. Tell me everything I don’t know about you. Every single thing. I’m sure there’s more on why you hate Nevermore students so much”

“Isn’t hypocrisy a more than valid reason? Nevermore is just a huge lie,a way to humanise creatures that have nothing human besides the appearance. I was a normie once,I loved my old school,and classes,literature in particular,and I had many friends. Then one day my powers showed up and my parents rejected me,sending me to that shitty school with a shitty hierarchy in which who lies the most becomes king or queen faster. I am not the villain of the story,they are,I am just the ones who’s uncovering the truth”

Tyler grabbed your chin,smirking “Keep on talking”

You hit his hand,which fell along his body “I’ve started with Bianca,moved to Enid,now I’m taking care of Wednesday,then I’m gonna move on to my next victim. They will all fall one after another. I’ve never been the popular girl at Nevermore,never wanted to be,but I’ve always wanted to be the Truth”

“Does being the Truth implies lying and manipulating people Y/n?”

“If you want to expose a liar you have to play by his rules”

Tyler laughed “You’re a psycho,you will become a serial killer, not Wednesday”

“What’s the second thing you want,Galpin?”

The boy shrugged his shoulders and scratched the back oh his head,then he grabbed you by the arms and pushed you against the trunk of a near tree.

“A kiss” he whispered in the twilight,clashing your lips together.

The kiss was rough and passionate,it sent shivers along your spine. Maybe that time it was different,maybe you did play with Tyler,but Tyler played with you and,at the end of the manche,both of you lost,or won,depending on the perspective from which you were looking.

The boy fell in love with you,but,for once,you did the same,and maybe,it wasn’t that bad:you knew Tyler hid many surprises behind those deer eyes,you could feel it,you had always felt it.

Just like you,and anyone else,he was wearing a mask.

“Now you tell me the truth” you broke the kiss

“What truth?” he played dumb

“The one which only you know”

Tyler smirked,stepping back,his hands slid in the pockets of his brown leather jacket

“Do you know Lauren Gates?” he demanded,his eyes shining of a strange light born from the dark depths of his soul

“No”

“Then let me introduce you to her,she will help you burning Nevermore down…exactly as you wished” he smirked,and with that your dreams would’ve turned into reality.

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

One More Sleep pt.2

batboys x reader

(A/N): Here's part 2! [Edit: find pt. 1 here.] Somehow I managed to get Steph and Cass done today so the series is now complete. If the characterization is off, I apologize; I've never written for either of them much before. I hope everyone who celebrates is having a lovely Christmas and that you all enjoy!

This one is dedicated to @glorified-red, who it an absolutely amazing human being and one I am privileged to know. Thank you for your encouragement, qamar, and I hope this live up to your expectations.

total wc: ~1900

warnings: non-graphic references to injury, explicit mentions of Christmas

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Tim Drake:

wc: ~500 

Tim is way more awake at 2am on Christmas morning than he has any right to be, especially after an undercover mission overseas. It’s not even caffeine awake, he just passed out—the sleep kind, not the unconscious kind—on the plane home after debrief and took a five hour nap. 

When he pushes open the door to the apartment he lives in with you, the lights are on. It takes him a second to find you under all the blankets; you’re scrolling halfheartedly through what he thinks is tumblr. He didn’t expect you to be up this late but a part of him warms at the fact that you stayed up anyway. You don’t even react to him until he’s right next to you which means you’re exhausted, but you do notice before he says anything because he’s suddenly on the couch next to you and wrapped in your arms and so many blankets. 

“I missed you,” Tim says into the junction where your shoulder meets your neck. The grip around his shoulders tightens. 

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” 

Tim nestles his face one more time into your shoulder before he lets go. 

“You didn’t have to stay up for me.” 

“I know,” you tell him, and there’s a fond smile on your face that you only ever make for him. “But I wanted to.” 

You cup his face so you can press a kiss to his cheekbone and then run your hands quickly through his hair. 

“Now go put on pjs and brush your teeth so we can watch a movie together before we go to bed.” 

Tim isn’t going to argue. A movie with you sounds perfect, even if you’re both tired and he’s not sure you’ll stay awake through the whole thing. 

“Hallmark movie?” Tim asks. 

“Of course. What do you take me for?” 

You head back to the couch as he heads to the bedroom and by the time he comes back in his fuzzy Christmas pants, you’ve narrowed it down to two. 

“Fake dating or lesbian friends to lovers?” you ask as he sits down next to you. 

“The gay one. What do you take me for?” he teases back, shuffling so he can be squished next to you and likewise stretch his legs out on the ottoman. 

You huff a laugh and click on the movie, quickly turning the volume down before the Netflix intro can make the two of you cringe and then back up again once the movie starts. He links your hands together over your thighs. Your pjs are navy and his are red, but they both have little Santas printed on them. You bought them together during a black friday sale. 

You hand him the remote and Tim dips his head onto your shoulder. This is what hallmark movies call content, he thinks. 

By the time the opening credits fade away to the movie itself, Tim can feel your breaths even out. He doesn’t mind; he’s fallen asleep on you during movies plenty of times. He’ll move after this movie’s over, Tim decides. Then he’ll carry you to the bedroom and go to bed. 

He’s asleep by the time the movie protagonist decides she does, in fact, enjoy time in her small hometown.

Damian Wayne:

wc: ~550

Damian is limping slightly when he pushes open the front door. It’s nearing 3 o’clock—2:46a.m. by the last check of his watch—and he’s brought eight new stitches, a sprained knee, and bruised ribs home with him for Christmas. Damian knows you’re asleep, you texted him hours ago before you went to bed. He was on a plane, heading back from Europe at the time, getting patched up. He didn’t tell you that part in his response, but you’ll probably ask him something later that will make him reveal it anyway and he’ll submit to your concerned questioning as he always does. His only hope is that it won’t be in the middle of the manor living room or he’ll be supplying a bunch of nosy siblings with teasing ammunition they’ll use for months.

The set of electric candles that live on the coffee table are still on, so Damian can see as he toes off his boots and drops his keys on the side table. His winter coat and hat are put up on the coat hanger before he ventures further into the apartment. 

There’s a gift on the coffee table. Damian doesn’t see it until he moves to turn the candles off, but it’s wrapped in brown paper and decorated with a gift tag that reads “ameli” and a green bow. He sits on the arm of the couch—if he sits all the way down, he’s not sure he’ll get up: he’s exhausted—and turns on a lamp before turning off the candles. In the lamp light, the Christmas tree is more visible, and he can see your handiwork in the presents underneath, waiting for the day after christmas, a time for just the two of you.    

When he opens the present, it’s actually two things. The first one is small and in a black tie pouch and he puts it in his pocket to open the bigger thing. It’s a knee brace, a new one. He’s been needing one for a few weeks now, a to-do list item living at the back of his mind that he never actually got to. You texted one of his brothers (Dick he assumes; the two of you get along very well) because you knew something was wrong, he realizes. He can’t even bring himself to dread the concerned appraisal he knows for sure he’ll be getting early in the morning. 

He doesn’t remember the second thing until he’s changing into his pajamas. They were waiting for him when he stepped into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The bag is in the pocket of the jeans he’s half-heartedly folded and put on the sink. It’s a necklace, a simple gold chain with a vertical bar charm. In the bright bathroom lighting, he can see an engraving in the gold. It reads “hayati” in Arabic letters. حياتي. My life. The necklace, made of material that doesn’t tarnish, sits so that the charm hides just underneath his shirt collar, private only for him. 

Stitches covered, ribs taped, and new brace on, Damian lifts the edge of the weighted blanket to slide into bed. You’re laying on your side, facing him. Damian moves a piece of hair out of your face.

“Merry Christmas, habibi,” he whispers, love coloring his voice. You move only to rest your head against his chest. 

Cassandra Cain:

wc: ~350

When Cass steps off the Wayne Enterprises jet, she’s expecting the black car waiting for her. She’s not expecting it to be your car. And she’s definitely not expecting to see you leaning against it, what she assumes is a cup of coffee in a Black Bat to-go mug in one gloved hand and your phone in the other. Last check of her own phone—the lock screen is a picture Duke took of the two of you at the manor during the most recent movie night you attended together—it’s 1:12am. She assumes you haven’t been standing outside long. It’s in the low double digits temperature-wise outside and Cass is cold even in her winter coat. 

You slide your phone into your pocket and wave at her, an excited smile on your face. Cass smiles back without thinking and returns your wave with the hand holding her rolling suitcase. Her other hand is clad in a wrist brace and holding a Christmas bag. 

“Merry Christmas, beautiful,” you say to her once she’s close to you, “I’m glad you’re home safe.” You reach for her suitcase and she concedes without argument, passing it over. 

“Me too. Merry Christmas.” Cass circles the car to stand at the passenger door, but she watches you put her suitcase in the trunk even though the cold is slowly stripping the feeling from her nose.

You slam the trunk shut and wave to her before heading for the driver’s side. Cass opens her door as you do and you close your door and start the car in quick succession so it’ll warm up before you start heading home. Cass just watches. There’s something fascinating to her about your body language when she’s around. Cass knows a lot of languages. Body language is the only one that rarely lies, and she sees your love for her in every move you make. You turn to look at her, but you don’t say anything. There’s a warmth in her chest that Cass thinks has little to do with the warm air coming through the vents. 

I love you, Cass says to you in sign language. 

Your lips curl up in the self-conscious smile you make when she says sweet things out of nowhere. Cass feels her heart skip a beat at your response. 

Thank you for choosing me.  

Stephanie Brown:

wc: ~400

Stephanie can’t stifle the smile on her face as her key turns silently in the lock. She’s early. Not by much, when compared to a weeklong mission—only about 4 hours—but it’s early enough that she knows you’re awake which means she gets to see you on Christmas Eve after all. 

You don’t look up as the door opens; there’s a hallmark movie playing on your TV and from what Steph can tell, you’re somewhere in the middle of it. It must not be very good, though because you’re also looking at your phone, scrolling through instagram. Steph leans over the couch to grab your phone, and you shriek and stand up as you turn around. Only vigilante reflexes stop your head from colliding with hers. 

“Steph! You’re early!” 

You scramble over the couch to crush her in a hug, and Stephanie feels the heaviness of the mission slide off of her even as her ribs creak. 

So worth it. 

After a week of nothing but being on guard and a general lack of safety, she squeezes you right back. Even when you let up on the squeezing she doesn’t let go, her head resting in the crook of your neck. She’s grateful, not for the first time, that you seem to be able to read her mind, and you don’t let go until she does. 

Steph cups your face and pulls you into a kiss. 

“Happy Christmas Eve, baby,” she says as she pulls away. 

You sneak another peck to her lips, her cheek, her jawbone. 

“I missed you,” you tell her, pressing your forehead to hers. Steph wraps her hands around your wrists where your hands are cradling her face. 

“We have time to make cookies,” you continue, your forehead still pressed to hers. Steph can’t see the smile on your face but she knows it’s there. She pulls away and sure enough her favorite smile in the world is looking back at her.

“Oh heck yeah, let’s do it. And we’ll take some to the manor tomorrow so Jason can taste our sweet success.” You snort out a laugh. 

“Duh, obviously. Okay first, you need Christmas pajamas. And then you preheat the oven. I’ll get the ingredients out and get the butter softened.” 

“Sir yes sir,” Steph teases. “Matching Christmas pajamas coming right up.” 

Steph almost gets all the way to the bedroom before she remembers. 

“And don’t forget to leave us extra chocolate chips!” 

“Already done!” 

“I knew you loved me,” Steph calls back. She can hear your laugh from inside the bedroom.

“Always.” 

[curiousquirks]

do you have any sfw + nsfw relationship hcs for edgeshot? tysm!

⫸ He’s a gentleman, through and through: gently holding your hand, opening doors for you, pulling chairs out for you (even when you’re home).

⟿ It was like a flash of light you barely had time to register. Shinya had moved himself ahead of you, his hand grasped around the doorknob as he opened it for you. You paused for a second, whipping your head around, as you attempted to process that he was no longer following behind you. “After you.” He stated simply, a small bow as he waited for you to enter first.

⟿ You both made your way down out of the restaurant, fingers suddenly finding yours. You glanced down, finding Shinya’s hand clasped around yours. He started to lead you down the street, his thumb tracing gently over the back of your hand as you two walked.

⫸FOREHEAD TOUCHING! It’s such a simple form of contact for him, it conveys a lot of emotion and it allows him to just hold you while he does.

⟿ It’s been a long day, tiring as it always is being a hero. Shinya finds you easily enough, as you had waited for him at his hero office. Your ears perked up at his footsteps, standing up from your seat to greet him. You see how tired he was, between how he carried himself and how his eyes only brightened when they saw you.  “I told you that you didn’t have to wait for me.” He said, immediately wrapping his arms around you. He placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he took the moment to rest. “I’m sure you’ve got other things of your own to attend to.”  “And I told you that I wanted to be here when you got back.” You replied, reaching your hands up to cup his cloth covered cheeks. “It looks like you need some company anyways.” “Your presence is calming,” He said, squeezing you a little tighter. “And one of the most important things I aim to protect.”

⟿ You scrambled from your seat as you saw Shinya stir in his sleep. You moved over to the hospital bed, your hand grasping his gently as you stared at his face expectantly. You had been waiting for hours for him to come off the anesthesia, just hoping and praying that he awoke.  “Shinya?” You asked, trying to fight back that lump in your throat. His eyes slowly peeled open, squinting as he adjusted to the harsh lighting assaulting him. Your voice sounded angelic; his favorite sound. He blinked a few times before noticing your slightly blurry form. He tried speaking your name but his throat felt sore and raw. He coughed, cringing from the internal pain. You shushed him, reassuring him as you sat on the edge of the bed. Your hands rubbed down his arms as you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I’m so glad you’re alive.” You said, your throat tightening as tears started pricking at the corner of your eyes, as they had multiple times today alone. “I was so scared.” “I’m so…sorry, my love.” He said, his voice hoarse. His heart sank, hating every time he made you worry. His hand slowly reached up, cupping your cheek as he guided your head down toward his. He lifted himself slightly off his pillow to meet you, pressing your foreheads together as he squeezed his eyes shut. Your hands found his chest before moving upwards to cup his face. You both stayed there for many moments, everything else drowning out. Nothing else mattered aside from each other. At least right now.

⫸ Reading is a shared activity. Shinya is actually the one who suggested it first. You don’t always read the same book but you make it a point to sit down and talk about it regardless. He always enjoyed when you’d both try reading the same book though.

⟿ He gently tossed your book towards you, your eager hands having been waiting to catch it. You pat the seat next to you on the couch, excited to start. He chuckled as he sat next to you, watching as you quickly wrapped both of your bodies in a large blanket. You both, almost in sync, flipped open your books and began reading in comfortable silence. Several minutes passed before the silence was broken, a loud gasp escaping your lips. You clasped your hand over your mouth before you slowly turned your head towards him. His eyes met yours in an instant, a humorous smile playing at his lips. He placed his finger in his book to hold his spot before placing it in his lap, unfortunately giving you his full attention. Normally this wouldn't cause any reaction, aside from him finding it adorable and amusing. Well if you weren’t both reading the same book. And you weren’t ahead of him. Your eyes were wide for a moment before you cringed in a silent apology.  “Something interesting?” He teased, not a hint of irritation or annoyance anywhere in his voice.  “...No.” You lied, trying to go back to your book immediately.  “Really?” He asked, trying to lean over to read your book which you quickly turned away from him.  “No!” You shouted, laughing. “No spoilers!” “But you already kind of spoiled it though.” He retorted, abandoning his book to sneak his hands under the blanket to wrap around you.  You yelped, closing the book with your finger holding your place as you were grabbed. Shinya started pulling you into his chest, his book falling onto the floor. He laughed, pressing his face into your neck as you struggled to push yourself off of him.

I did some NSFW headcanons already for him. But I included some extras for fun :D 

⫸ Mostly gentle, unless pent up. His drive is high but he prefers emotional connection than pure lust when fucking.

⟿ Shinya’s hand cupped your face as his ragged breaths ghosted over your skin. His forehead moved to rest against yours, his eyes fluttering closed as he focused on how you felt around him. Your arms were draped over his shoulders, your fingers dragging lightly across his back. Soft moans escaping your throat as you squeeze your legs around his waist. 

⟿ “You’re so stunning.” He whispers, lying beneath you. “I’m the luckiest man to have such a view. To have such an honor.” “You’re being awfully sentimental.” You joked, leaning down to press a small kiss against his lips. “I haven’t even taken your clothes off yet.” “Yours are though.” He teased, running his hands up and down your sides before gripping your ass. “Besides, it’ll never be said enough. Just the sight of you has me wanting to fuck you, clothes or not.”

⫸ He’s not always horny, it’s more of switch he can choose to flip. Whether he lets himself or not. So in his free moments? Dirty thoughts focused solely on what he could do to you.

⟿ His strong eyes catch yours from across the way, the intensity of his gaze nothing new to you. He often can be found staring at you, lovingly observing you and admiring your body. He’s a simple man. Getting the privilege of staring at your ass as you bend over and having the patience to let his thoughts wander to land on exactly what he wished he could do most right now.  You move towards him, oblivious to his devious thoughts, planting a kiss on his cheek. “What are you doing over here?” You asked, forcing his crossed legs down so you can sit on his lap. “You look really lost in th–” You paused, immediately feeling his hard cock through his pants. “Thought…” You wiggle in place a little, before turning slightly to place your arm around his neck. “That extra movement was unnecessary.” He teased, placing his hand on your upper thigh. “But, yes. I was lost in thought. Don’t worry, every thought was about you.” You leaned in towards his ear, your hot breath sending shivers through him. “I wasn’t worried for a second.”

⫸ Not quiet at all. This is a man who isn’t afraid to make some noise in bed. 

⟿ He’s forehead rested against your shoulder as your hand quickened its pace, fingers wrapped tightly around his cock. A loud groan slipped past his lips, his fingers grasping at his shirt feverishly. “That’s it, let it out.” You encouraged a smirk playing on your lips. “You know how much I love hearing you.” His shaky breaths quickly got replaced by soft moans, as he squeezed his eyes shut. He jerked himself backwards, his head falling back as your hand focused its attention near the tip of his throbbing cock. He let out a broken whimper as he silently begged for release. You had been edging him for over an hour now and it was a test of his willpower, something that came easy to him, if only this wasn’t the third time this night. “Do you want it?” You asked, silently moving yourself onto your knees. “Come on, Shinya…” “Please…” He moaned, his mind long since clouded. “I…I want–” A gasp ripped from his throat as your warm mouth suddenly wrapped around the head of his cock, your hand lowering itself to the base. “Fuck–” He groaned, his arms stretching back to lay across his face. “I–” The way your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock had his head spinning. The sensation of your mouth wrapped around him…The pressure of your hand gripping him…He was a goner. His hips bucked up off the seat, shoving his cock further down your throat. Your gagging was muffled as you forced his hips back down against the seat. A spurt of cum shot into your mouth before you pulled yourself off of his cock, the remainder shot out his cock onto your outstretched tongue. You swallowed every drop, even leaning down to gently wrap your lips around his tip as your tongue darted out to clean him off. He jerked beneath you, whimpers flooding out of his mouth. Once you finished you pulled your mouth off of him, placing a chaste kiss against the tip of his cock before pulling yourself to your feet. “That’s a good boy.”

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for the kinktober event, I hope you like it!

It is a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading and @topguncortez for the gorgeous header!

Kinktober day 10: pregnancy

Warnings: pregnancy, it’s a little different than I had in mind, 18+

Bob loved you pregnant, he really did.

He loved pampering you and caring for you as much as he could, but the changes your body went through were his favorite thing about your pregnancy.

The more your bump formed the less he could take his eyes off of you, and when you really started showing he couldn’t take his hands off of you anymore either.

He was always touching you and your stomach one way or another, and the sex was phenomenal.

Bob was even more into it than usual and that meant he was determined to make it the best time for you as well, it was exhausting but so incredibly worth it every time.

You were exhausted much more often now but while sex took a lot of energy out of you it somehow simultaneously charged you in the long run, you were more relaxed and energetic the next day.

Bob didn’t have anything against that sentiment, he had a high sex drive anyways but seeing you pregnant made it even worse.

You only had to look at him in a certain way and he’d be over to where you were standing in less than a second, pulling your and his clothes off and finding the most comfortable place near you to get on with it.

Bob was adamant to take care of you in the bedroom as well and he could be satisfied with simply pleasuring you all night.

He claimed it was as satisfying for him as well and he said that you tasted even sweeter pregnant.

Bob loved to be on his knees for you but he also swore you were tighter with the belly, so he also enjoyed the penetrative way more.

He said he just loved making love to you, which you always laughed at how cringe it sounded, even if he did mean it.

You were very in love with him as well and you were always horny, so you slept together more frequently.

Bob would usually kiss down your neck and let his hands roam your body, feeling how round you had become and knowing exactly what had changed from the last time you had been together.

He loved how sensitive your breasts were and the fact they grew bigger and firmer as well, he kissed and caressed them, weighing them in his hands and teasing your nipples slightly, gently enough that it didn’t irritate you.

While your pregnancy turned him on he really held himself back as not to overstimulate you or risk hurting you or the baby.

He also loved to kiss your stomach, or to hold his ear against it while his hands caressed your sides, it felt good for you and it excited both of you.

His hands then slipped down to pull your underwear off, his fingers grazing the skin of your legs as he did so.

He helped you shave your legs and intimate area so he was familiar with that area of your body, nevertheless he always felt like exploring it all over again.

He took his time kissing along your legs and caressing them until you were shivering with need, and he returned back to face you.

His hands usually settled on your stomach then and he slipped into you with a low and desperate moan.

You loved to take his face in between your hands and to caress his cheeks and arms, exploring the way he felt over and over again.

Bob’s hands and mouth worshipped your body in any way he could, feeling your curves and ridges and giving each extra attention.

He loved you and your form and it could take an hour before either of you came, to Bob pregnancy sex was far more than a means to achieve orgasm, it was his way to show you how loved you were.

He kissed down your sternum in between your breasts and over them, his hands circling your stomach and his hips rocking gently into you, soft noises leaving his mouth every once in a while as it was busy kissing you in as many places as possible.

When he was about to cum he used one of his thumbs to stimulate your clit, and you came more or less at the same time, or at least one orgasm following the other’s suit.

Bob always murmured praises against your skin afterwards and pulled you close, your naked bodies entangling in a hug desperate to show your love and affection.

You were very in love with each other, and were ecstatic to be able to share your life and love together.

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Having Ningguang as a regular at your Coffee Shop

Characters: Ningguang x gn!reader

AU: Barista!AU

Warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: The original request by @bluesandpiper contained 6-7 AUs with different characters, but since I don’t want to keep you waiting until I’m finished with all of them, I’m just going to post them separately whenever I’m done with one.

I hope I got Ningguang right, she's not exactly a character that's too easy for me to write, so if I did something wrong, just tell me and I'll try again

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Ningguang

While you couldn’t exactly remember when or why you started making small-talk with Ningguang each morning as she ordered something to drink, it quickly became part of your morning-routine, your chats starting to resemble small-talk less and less with each day until they turned into actual conversations.

Before long, days where Ningguang didn’t visit the Coffee-shop started to feel like they were missing something—or rather someone. Your co-workers, not missing your less happy behaviour, quickly put two and two together, causing them to tease you about your “crush” while trying to persuade you to do something about it. And while you weren’t too sure if they did it because they cared or simply due to the lack of other interesting things happening, their words started echoing in your head every time Ningguang walked through the door.

As you finally finished setting up everything and flipped the sign outside of the door, signalling to whoever passed the building that the shop had opened, you let out a long-drawn yawn. While staring your shifts early wasn’t something you weren’t used to, you still couldn’t help but wonder why your boss was so stubborn about opening at least an hour before the competition. Sure, the amount of customers was large enough to justify continuing to do so, but they still weren’t comparable to the number of visitors later in the morning.

While you were still too busy silently wishing you had went to bed earlier the night before, you almost didn’t notice the door open, only to let out a small sigh of relief when you saw that it was Ningguang.

“Oh, good morning, Ningguang! You’re here earlier than expected”, you greeted, trying your best to cover your tiredness up with a smile, only for Ningguang’s silent stare to make you realise that she had long noticed.

“Work”, she stated, causing you to silently thank whatever gods were out there that had made her decide not to mention it while simply nodding in response. When Ningguang eventually made her order, you weren’t all too surprised by her ordering 2 cups of coffee—something she used to do from time to time—what you were surprised though, was her offering you one of them immediately after paying.

“You do look like you need it more than me, or am I wrong?”, she asked, although the small look of amusement on her face made it obvious enough that she already knew the answer.

“Thanks…”, you sheepishly answered while making a mental note to wash your face with cold water the next time you were on break, taking your first sip a few seconds after Ningguang, only for the two of you to quickly move on and have your usual chat. That was, until you were interrupted by the sound of the door opening as the next customer entered the shop, causing Ningguang to take a brief look at her watch before ordering another cup of coffee.

And while that would normally have been the end of your interaction until the next time you met, you couldn’t help but feel as if your conversation had been cut short, causing you to quickly scribble your phone number on the cup, something that’d probably cause you to lie awake at night and cringe later that day, handing it to her and receiving her money in turn.

But as Ningguang walked out of the shop and you were about to put the money into the cash register, you noticed a small piece of paper among the coins, slightly blushing once you made out the numbers written on it, realising that it also was a phone number, only for your thoughts to eventually get interrupted by an order.

And while you finished your shift as if nothing happened, the small piece of paper never left your mind.

[fandom-sickness]

Cleaning day, (Sans x reader )(ONE SHOT)

My eyes opened, and rays of sunlight danced across my bedding as I sat up and looked out of my window; a perfect day for cleaning.

"Mornin' sunshine."

I felt arms softly wrap around my waist and slowly pull me close. Sans rested his head on my shoulder as he yawned. "What are you doing up so early."

I let out a soft laugh before I kissed his cheek, "Oh, I think you know why~" I pulled from his hold and started off to the kitchen. "It's cleaning day, sleepyhead. Time to get up!" I heard a loud groan of annoyance behind me, "You're almost as bad as Papyrus." I started to pour us two cups of coffee, "Just be glad I didn't ask him to help." He was leaning up against the bedroom doorway while he watched me. "You'd make a cute barista." I smiled and walked over to him, handing him a cup of coffee. "Order up then," I said jokingly and went to the bathroom to get ready. I decided to keep it simple today to not mess up any nice clothes, so I went with a plain shirt and a short combo.

When I returned from the bathroom, I saw Sans slowly washing dishes and grumbling. I slide up next to him and kiss his cheek, "Would you be able to get the kitchen done while I straighten up the living room~" he shot back a playful glare but only nodded.

I left the kitchen and started vacuuming, organizing, and dusting the living room for an hour. I sighed, exhausted, and put my hands on my hips, "Hey, Sans! I'm going to start on laundry-"I was suddenly scooped up and face to face with a very tired skeleton. "No chance, sunshine." He carried me to the couch and sat with me still in his arms. "What a minute! We still have to do laundry! And the bathroom! And the bedroom! And we still have more stuff outside to do!" Sans playfully kissed my hand. "already done~" I stared in disbelief, and he chuckled slyly and smiled. "..how did you get it all done?" He turned on the TV. "Sans!" I gave him an annoyed look, and he softly kissed my cheek. "Let me have my secrets~ It's time for a break anyway~" I sighed and cuddled closer to him. "What about lunch?" He chuckled and pulled a blanket around us. "Y/n, my love, so many questions~ If you must know, I called in takeout from Grillby's; it'll be here in 20 minutes." I soon gave in and relaxed before slowly falling asleep.

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Sorry for not updating for a hot minute! My dad was in the hospital, and I didn't think writing Undertale fanfiction while that was happening was appropriate! I'll try to post more! I hope you all enjoyed this cringe one-shot!