#anyway. i reached 1k and im shook

[k9wa]

⟁ SENSITIVE ft. BOOTHILL.

⠀ — “you get all excited for me to fix you up and call you a good boy.”

⠀ OR

⠀ — a sensitive spot during a repair leaves him melting into your callused little hands.

⚠︎ mechanic!reader, so much flirting im kind of sick, he whimpers i have an agenda, this is like 90% dialogue sorry, he wants u sooo bad. wc 1k, from this req.

“y’know darlin,” boothill managed to breathe out through a taut jaw and clenched teeth. “you bein’ this close ain’t exactly helpin’ me focus none.”

your fingers were slow, careful, precise as they pushed a few tiny wires apart, giving view deeper inside the little panel on boothill’s throat.

the position you two stood in was one all too familiar, boothill perched on your workbench with you between his thighs— the only new variables being your face way closer than he’s used to and your fingers proding around in his surprisingly sensitive wires.

it was an…odd sensation, to say the least. a small unpleasant stinging that simultaneously stimulated a rather pleasant shiver up his back with every small poke.

“time and place, cowboy.”

you responded quietly, tone a little flat with your tease from concentration.

“can’t help lettin’ my mind— wander, can i now?” his breath hitched a bit as you nicked a particularly touchy wire.

“if you let me finish this,” you lifted your head enough to meet his eyes, free hand gently smoothing out the crease in his brow. “i’ll let you show me just how wild your imagination can get.”

boothill bit back a scruff chuckle at that. 

“that enough incentive for you to sit still?”

“well, i reckon that’s plent— mmgh!”

a pair of mechanical hands tightly grab onto your hips as his shoulders tense, a knee-jerk result of your tweezers finding the out of place wire you’d been looking around for.

your hands paused, opting to ignore the way he audibly whimpered for raising your gaze a second time to check on him.

“you hangin’ in there?”

boothill’s fingers flexed as they held onto you, relaxing from squeezing your pants to a more gentle cradle of your hips.

“you know,” he swallowed thickly— as if his throat could even dry out, likely just a natural reflex— “you got a way of makin’ fixin’ me up feel real special.”

the slight waver to his voice isn’t lost on your ears— it was quite loud in them, actually.

“i’m hangin’ in fine, don’t worry your pretty head none.”

carefully retracting your tweezers, you stood up straight enough to lightly push his hat up, giving view to his face and cupping your hand over a blue-hued cheek.

“wanna take a break?” 

he nearly had to clutch his chest with the gentle concern that laced your tone.

boothill knew he was flushed, was purposefully avoiding looking you in the eye because a few pokes to some sensitive spots had him sliding his hands to your waist like a lifeline— not that what he could distantly feel of your skin against the synthesised nerves of his palms weren’t doing much to cool him off anyway. but he did…relax, somewhat. 

he always enjoyed when you’d touch his face, getting to feel all the unique little details of you; the gentle drum of your pulse and the little calluses from your tools. it somehow always manages to make the tension in his body ebb away, draining with an exhale that lightly fans against your wrist.

he shook his head with a quiet clear of his throat— another unnecessary function that served more as a tick than anything.

“nah, nah i’m alright.” he assured. it didn’t make him any less embarrassed to be having such a reaction. 

big bad criminal until you get a little too fudgin’ touchy, apparently.

“let’s just get this finished up, yeah? maybe we can move onto somethin’ more pleasant.”

your thumb gave two gentle taps to his cheekbone before it pulled away, reaching for your tweezers for the nth time.

“that’s my boy.”

oh how boothill’s chest bloomed at the simple praise, the endearing ‘my’ that slipped in with it licking up his ribs and curling to rest along where a drumming heart should have been.

“jus’ be gentle with me, will ya sugar plum?”

“you know i've always got ya.”

each plug or untangle of a little yellow or red cable had his systems humming, fingers occasionally curling into your hips every time a little surge left him biting his cheek a little harder.

“we’re almost done,” your voice is icing on an already cavity-inducing cake, though he’ll gladly take a toothache if it’s for you. “just a little longer.”

boothill was going fist to fist and losing with the urge to completely melt under your deft fingers.

“…keep talkin’ to me,” he requested with a murmurmurmur, cautious not to move too much. “helps me stay on t—” he had to bite back another whimper, cheek going between his teeth and eyes going to the ceiling. “—task.”

boothill didn’t miss the little tug of your lips.

“you know, you do this thing when you get shy.” you mused quietly, breath meeting the shell of his ear. “you bite your cheek ‘n look away. it’s cute.”

boothill couldn’t help but let out a breathy chuckle at your deduction. he tried to regain some of his composure, though the colour in his cheeks continued to betray him.

“i don’t know ‘bout shy,” he rumbled, keeping his voice steady as he could. “but i’ll take cute if it means i get to hear you keep sweet talkin’ me. keep this up and i might start enjoyin’ these repairs a lil too much.”

his voice was a little strained, though still held his usual humour.

“like you don’t love em already.” you teased back, gently closing the panel on his neck as it re-sealed with a small hiss. “you get all excited for me to fix you up, call you a good boy and send you on your merry way.”

“i’m still waitin’ on that last bit, y’know?”

you shook your head, popping his hat off his head and placing it on your own.

“good boy,” you pinched his cheek endearingly. “you’re all done. do you want a lolipop too?”

“think i deserve somethin’ a lil sweeter than a lolipop, don’t you sugar?” boothill’s face unknowingly deepens at the sight of you in his hat, brave words betrayed by a nervous tap in his finger and more blue to the apples of his cheeks.

“we’ll save it for when you’ve got a real booboo,” you took his hat off, using the brim to lightly tilt his chin up and give him a tender kiss on the cheek. for such a heavy hunk of metal, he nearly began to float.

“but there’s something to hold your sweet tooth for now.”

…

“boothill?”

“y..yeah, sweet pea?”

“you’re overheating.”

⠀ MASTERLIST / GOT A REQUEST ?

[cupidjyu]

you'll get sick pt 2

(hyung line) what do they do when you’re sick :(

genre: fluff, CUDDLES!!!!, very cute scolding, teasing, worried bbs notes: HEYY so i finally got back to working on this series!! i think this was like my second ever post and i think my most popular?? anyways, i hope you enjoy!!!! word count: 1k

sangyeon

sangyeon always stressed that if you ever didn’t feel well, he will always drop everything and be right by your side. at first, you didn’t believe him. but today, you had the perfect excuse to test it since you suddenly came down with a horrible cold.

when you called him, it seemed like he immediately knew something was up. 

“sangyeon… i have a cold…” 

and he literally hung up. without a word. you blinked at the beep of your phone. that wasn’t what you expected and you were certainly confused.

later on, though, he was at the door with a bag in hand, dressed in a cozy hoodie. perfect for you.

“oh!” you sniffled. “sangyeon?” and then you sneezed right after.

he stared down at you, a worried frown on his face. “why’re you out of bed?”

you blinked again, your mouth falling open. “well… i needed to open the door for you so…” you awkwardly pointed at the door.

he shook his head, “i already have the pin to the door.” he mumbled. then, he put down the bag and stepped closer to you and you stepped backward in return. he looked at you disapprovingly. “hey, come on.”

and then he wrapped his arms under you and picked you up bridal style.

you couldn’t help but gasp. “s-sangyeon-”

he looked down at you on the way to your bedroom. he gave you a sweet smile. one that washed all your worries away. 

“hm? what's wrong? i’ve bought some pills and cough syrup, so go on and rest first.” he gently spoke with such a calm tone you couldn’t help but relax. then, he set you in bed and that was when you were already starting to doze off.

“sleep well, sweetheart,” he brushed through your hair. “i’ll get everything ready for you when you wake up.”

and you felt him press a kiss on your reddening cheeks.

(do you guys like the pet name sweetheart?? im still deciding if im gonna use it or not in the future…)

jacob

you just couldn’t hold it anymore. you so badly needed to clear your nose. so, as quietly as you could, you reached over and grabbed a tissue. but as soon as you blew into it, jacob turned to you with wide eyes.

he was looking at you with an amused look. 

“are you really crying over the smurfs- oh.”

it was then, that he noticed how sick you looked. your nose was red, your eyes were puffy, and you definitely looked tired.

he turned the movie off and shifted so that he was almost crowding over you on the couch. your breath hitched as he looked down at you with gentle eyes.

“you’re sick, my love?” he whispered, his hand coming to caress your cheek.

“uh…” you looked away.

“why’d you try to hide it?” he fussed, his eyebrows furrowing as he reached down to bring out a blanket. 

“you should be resting instead of keeping awake to watch a movie,” he scolded. he wasn’t actually mad, you could tell. but he was definitely worried as he draped the blanket over you, squeezing your shoulders at the same time to keep you warm.

“i’m fine cobie,” you rasped out.

“no,” he was cutely stubborn, a small pout on his lips. then, he tucked you more into the blanket, enveloping you in warmth as he smiled charmingly.

“thank you,” you said, quietly.

“no need to thank me,” he whispered. after, he brought you down so you could lie your head in his lap. he gave you a small pat on your head while adjusting the blanket.

“go on sleepy head.”

you nodded.

(arguably, my love is THE best pet name)

younghoon

“hoon, i’m sick.”

you backed away from him in the bed.

your boyfriend had just arrived at your house, saying he missed you even though you so desperately tried to tell him to stay home.

he only laughed, his smile brightening up the whole room and you couldn’t help but sigh in adoration. but then you shook yourself out of it. 

“i miss you though,” he pouted. 

and he continuously moved closer to you, kneeling on the bed and looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

you keep on moving away, trying to avoid him and stop him from catching your sickness.

“cuddle after i get better,” you whined, frowning and bringing the blankets over your face.

“no way,” he stubbornly said, pulling the cover off you.

and he just kept on moving towards you, approaching you more and more with a sly smile. you felt your face flush as you moved farther and farther. you sniffled when you heard a small chuckle leave his mouth.

and then you realized why he laughed. you reached the edge of the bed and you were about to fall off. but of course, he caught you by the waist.

“c’mere,” he brought you into his arms, lying down with you. you couldn’t help but immediately melt into his warmth with a soft sigh. “see? told you so.”

“hm?”

“my hugs are the cure.”

“shut up,” you lightly punched his chest. yet, he only responded with a kiss on your forehead.

hyunjae

“why didn’t you tell me?” he barged into the room, standing with a worried expression. he had grocery bags in his hand as well, probably with food.

you groaned with a heavy headache.

“what…?” you rasped out, closing your eyes with exhaustion.

“i had to find out though juyeon that you were sick,” he approached you lying on the bed. you could tell he was grumpy. “you should’ve told me.”

he placed his head on your forehead to feel your temperature. he was about to hum in disapproval but he paused when he heard you let out a small sound as you leaned into his touch, chasing the coolness of his hand.

his cheeks were red when you opened your eyes, “when you do cute things like that…” he mumbled, looking away. “i can’t be mad at you any longer, y/n.”

you didn’t respond. instead, you smiled as you grabbed his hand and pulled him down into the bed.

you felt all dazed, and probably weren’t thinking straight because of how strong the fever was. so instead of keeping quiet, you suddenly blurted out, “missed you...”

he laughed, “okay, okay.” he patted your head. “i’ll try to cook for you later.” then he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close against his body. it was so warm, you closed your eyes again.

“sleep?” he whispered.

“yessir,” you slurred out.

he laughed quietly this time. 

“so you’re really out of it aren’t you?” he stared down at you fondly. you didn’t hear him as you had already fallen asleep.

[warzonic]

HOT DAMN IT’S A 1K CELEBRATION !! aka i rebooted and reached 1k because of season two hype. woohoo !! shiro has always been someone i hold close to my heart. he’s incredibly important to me for various reasons and season two broke me in ... some good and some very, very bad ways. either way, here’s to new motivation, new followers ( AS WELL AS THE OLD ! ) and for what’s to come. here’s to everyone who stuck by me, encouraged me, and who’re ready for a new journey.

@shiroganc ( my honest to god favourite shiro ) // @wrathtied // @redlionstar // @excadet ( bitch get back here ) // @tribebravery, @astraei, @saintlores ( i await your rise ) // @oceauz // @vrepit-sa // @fatedfaith // @fiertc.

you guys have stood by me for so long. some of you are new and even plan to join the fandom            which, by the way, is amazing. i’m so excited for everything we’ll get to do. once again, thanks for 1k and giving me the courage to come back to shiro. our story is just beginning.

[multiplefandomsblog]

Dry Humping w/ Nagito Komaeda

request;��P-Perhaps dry humping with Nagito? If not that is okay 👉👈

warnings; dry humping, gender-neutral reader, dub-con??, i am dying, slight humiliation, nagito is pretty good at dirty talk, no fluff, pwp, degradation??? but it’s like idk self-degrading degradation, not edited but i used spell check.

note; i got a pretty unpleasant eye infection so i had to write this with one eye open and the other eye closed- but hey, even diseases can’t stop my hornee *pained laughing* (on another note, i think i might be sick- i can’t breathe through any of my face holes properly, so uploads this week or month will be slower; i can barely see what i’m typing)

also i’m literally so sorry for cutting this off so short but please, i am drowning in my own fluids im so soryr sbhasjdfksdbfsjd please send help i think i am going to pass out /hj

wc; 1k+

“Are you-“ Nagito breathed out from in between your kisses, face flushed as he stared at you through half-lidded eyelashes. “—sure you want to-“ Swallowing down his words, your hands slid down to the waistband of his pants, fingers reaching in between you eagerly.

“S/o-!” He gasped into your mouth, hands that had been awkwardly hovering over your back, darted to your ass, pushing you closer to him selfishly as he arched his back into you ever so slightly. 

His calls for your name only seemed to egg you on, as well as his touch; prompting you to practically hop into his lap, perching your core over his bulge. Nagito whined against your lips, fingernails digging in your thighs in desperation.

Whatever pleas, and worries of you not wanting trash like him from earlier, seemed to dissipate into thin air as he bucked his hips into yours. He didn’t seem to have to worry about you not wanting him, as your hips reciprocated his move by squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Nagito shuddered at the pressure, gasping out into your mouth; he muttered your name through pants. As you sucked and nibbled on his bottom lip, your hands fanned out on the back of his neck, cradling him further into you as he kissed you back with fervour. 

You pulled away from his lips to take a breath, eyes peeking open to see his flushed face, and his own green stare he bore into you through his eyelashes. Nagito seemed to dislike the fact you stopped kissing him, and though he didn’t say anything about it, the domineering gaze he had on you was enough to start grinding against his lap like before. Dragging your crotch over his, mind you, extremely prominent bulge, you could feel it grow against you; causing you to jerk away and gasp as it had been too much pressure. 

The gasp of air had been cut off as Nagito gently but eagerly pushed you to your back, taking things into his own hands as you had been going painfully slow for him. He adjusted your thighs around his waist as he leaned his back and hips into you, delicate and bony hands gripping the sides of your rib cage as if it was his lifeline. 

“I’m so sorry; trash like me- Shouldn’t even be touching you, let alone humping you like a whore-ish animal, but-” He whispered, flushed, grinning face right above yours as he bucked his hips into yours, causing you to throw your head back in graceful ecstasy, lips parting as you let out a small moan. 

Nagito let out a slightly delusional laugh at the face you made, eyes widening as he wanted to see you more clearly. “Haha, to be fair-” Nagito dipped his fluffy head down and nibbled the sensitive skin of your collar bone, hands sliding up to your shoulder blades as he arched his hips into your crotch a little harder. He spoke nothing but the truth against the crook of your neck, “you seem to be enjoying this a lot.” Mewling, you nodded frantically, urging a small obsessed chuckle from his side.

You bucked your hips up into him, trying to relieve some tension in your nether regions as it had begun to be too much. Nagito had practically scrambled to give you what you wanted, it was at that moment had you remembered that this was still Nagito, despite the domineering hold he had on you; this was still your Nagito. 

He pulled his hands away from your back, bringing his forearms up to rest beside your head, lining up his flushed face right above yours. Through pants, his words fanned against your face—and notes of mint hit your nostrils. “I’m sorry, you probably don’t want to see- Ghhah! T-trash like me right above your f-face, huh?” He groaned out, an apologetic smile on his face as he jerked his hips into yours, causing you to moan out a little louder, to his lot. 

You shook your head, fingers that had been gripping the sheets beside you, just seconds ago, shot up to his head full of fluffy white hair, pulling it slightly as you pushed him into your own face. His own green eyes widened as if he wasn’t expecting you to do that, breath hitching as he caught the lustful look in your eyes— lustful for him as it seems.

He almost felt pressured to make you feel good, cutting his call of your name off with his own lips on yours— he found himself melting into you, becoming completely immersed in you, your touch, your scent, your lips, your hips- It was as if he was binding himself into you; or at least that’s what he thought was happening. 

Nagito had not only been melting into you in mind but also in body, as his knees buckled, causing him to fall and push up riiiiight against your sweet spot. Sure, you can call it a happy accident- but who’s to say Nagito didn’t do that on purpose? 

“I’m sorry, so sorry-” He didn’t seem to be as sorry as he said he was, as he began grinding into you quicker, harder; a pace you could barely keep up with though you sat there and still took it with a glass of water. 

“N-Nagito—!” You sobbed out suddenly, feeling your own fluids start to soak up your underwear and pants, you felt humiliation- though it had been nothing akin to how Nagito had been feeling. He was already thinking of what to say to you after he gets you to finish, cultivating several ways to beg for your forgiveness straight after. 

With his voice slightly shaky from his grinding movements, he spoke anyway, “S-saying a name that belongs to trash like me, surely you know that’s below you, right?” His tone had almost been mocking, teasing; although it hadn’t truly been his intention to sound so. It was strange how he could degrade himself, and make it sound like he was degrading you all at the same time. Either way, it didn’t really matter as it only seemed to make your body grow warmer in arousal.

“Haha- oh god-” His bubbly laugh lowered an octave as you felt him grind especially hard and slow against your hips, you could feel him getting more desperate; the short social cue he had spoken earlier seemed to further your suspicion; he was close.��

You arched your back into him and brought his hips closer to yours by wrapping your legs wrapped around his waist snugly. You bucked your hips up into his yet again, back lifting off the mattress as you stifled a loud moan from the increasing pressure. 

Nagito didn’t seem to see the point of stifling his moans, as he seemed to moan as loud as he possibly could— fortunately and unfortunately, the pretty, breathy moans had been muffled by the cloth of the top garment you had been wearing, that he had been digging his nose into. It was unfortunate, the moans were too beautiful to be muffled, but you wouldn’t want any of your neighbours to complain, right?

“S/o, h-how close are you? S-seems like trash like me got ahead of myself, huh? I.. Hh- D-don’t think I can last any longer, but maybe I can get you off with my thigh-” You shook your head; though you weren’t opposed to the idea, you certainly were close.

“Nagi- Nagito-” the thing he had last said seemed to slip your lusted mind as you started repeating his name over and over again, the vocal repetitions getting faster as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your high.

[talas-starlight]

Lover - Percy Jackson x Fem!reader

SUMMARY: You’ve crushed on Percy for years, him on the other hand? It’s more of a recent development. That doesn’t mean he likes you any less.

(Older Percy & reader - they're like 21) ALSO idk perfectly what happens in trials of apollo so let’s just ✨ignore that ✨ & this isn’t sexual despite what the title may suggest

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

A/N: hi friends this is for @fromthewatertribe​ ‘s 1k follower event!! Im sure most of you have but if not definitely check out their work!! Its soooo good I promises and ugh their Leo fic?! *chefs kiss* anyway idk if this is any good oop I tried

PROMPTS USED: 9 & 11. (they’re bolded)

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of ptsd & anxiety, kissing stuff lol ish eh idk, mentions of percabeth breakup?? Does that count?

MASTERLIST: here!

An obnoxiously red and orange light filters into the motel room, even with the old and tattered curtains closed, the motels’ sign conquers its way through the fabric. Sighing you flop yourself on the faded, probably twenty-year-old bed. Nose scrunching as some dust raises into the air, consequently letting out a sneeze.

“Bless you.”

“Did you just bless yourself?”

You winced at the reminder someone else was in the room, exhausted after the two-day travel to a motel room in the middle of whoop. “Yeah…”

“You really are something, aren’t you?” At the calm amusement evident in his tone, your heart rate began to slow down. He didn’t think you were crazy.

You let out a breathy laugh. Wow, I wonder how those stains got on the ceiling? Lava monster perhaps? Are those even a thing? Probably.

“Yeah… well, someone has to Jackson.” You glance towards him, he’s sitting at the small, poor excuse of a dining table. Heart rate picking up again as he gives you a small smile, already having his eyes on you this entire time.

“If I don’t, who will?” you continue.

“Touché. In that case, I’ll do the blessing from now on; you deserve a break.” Shooting you a wink. Instantly feeling flustered at his action, you fight the urge to cover your face with your hands.

Oh, Percy, if only you knew you’ve already been blessing me for the past six years.

“Even say…. If we’re in a battle?” you muse.

He gets up from the table and walks towards you. Once he reaches your side of the queen bed, he kneels, grabbing the hand closest to him, while putting his other on top of his heart. “Oh, y/n l/n, even with my dying breath.”

With that, you burst into a fit of laughter. This boy and his sarcasm.

You play along. “Hmmm what a great tale that will be. The one and only, Perseus Jackson, spending his final breath on sweet old y/n l/n. How dare you burden me with such a legacy to live up to! They’ll think I’m your lover, you know. Demigods all around the world will come searching for me, just to gawk at the beauty that stole your heart.”

At this point, Percy has fallen from his kneeling position, completely lying on the ground, overcome with laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Percy! How am I supposed to live with the guilt of knowing I don’t live up to their expectations?! I’m hardly a warrior either, oh the disappointment.”

Gasping for breath, he manages to find his words, “Don’t stress it y/n, you’re plenty beautiful. I just know they’ll all be stunned by your beauty. Don’t sell yourself short… trust me, once they see you, they’ll be envious that my lover was so enraptured by me that you’ll never be able to love again.”

Now it was your turn to laugh. Would that be so bad?

Gasping for breath, eventually, both of your laughs die down, leaving you both breathing heavily. “C’mon Percy, let’s get some sleep. Its going to be a long week of scouting for demigods if we’re tired.”

As Percy nods, silently getting up to go to the bathroom to change, but he can’t help but think to himself that he wouldn’t mind if he was stuck in the middle of nowhere with you. No matter how long.

It had been three days since you and Percy arrived in the town you continuously fail to remember the name of. It wasn’t the only thing you were failing at doing either, because it seemed that for some unknown reason, the school that was supposed to arrive here for their camping trip still hadn’t shown up.

“We should send an Iris message to camp. It doesn’t look like they’re showing up any time soon, and by the looks of things, we’re going to need to have them send someone for more supplies.”

Percy sighed, looking out the window. Was this the opportunity he was looking for? Maybe… he knew he’d be a stupid fool to pass it up. Swept up in his new thoughts, he never replied. “Percy?”

Without even looking at you, he nodded, turning to go to the bathroom, “Yeah sure, I’ll go into the bathroom and make the call.”

Humming in acknowledgement as he left the room, you couldn’t help but stare at the spot he was previously standing in from your position on the edge of the bed. He doesn’t look too good.

For such a great hero, you wondered if this quest was doing him any good. After the first day of scouting the campsite, it was obvious he was already antsy to get home. It seemed no matter how light you tried to keep the atmosphere; it was like something was weighing on his mind. Mostly when you were both in the motel room together, you supposed it was because he barely went on quests nowadays. Understandably so, after all, who could blame him for wanting a break and spend time with his family? This made you feel immensely guilty since you could never give him words of truly understanding what he’s gone through. You’d arrived at camp a few days before him, yet over the years you were never sent onto a major quest. It upset you greatly at first, but you grew to appreciate your time at camp.

Before your mind could delve further into its guilt and self-pity, Percy re-entered the room, sitting next to you with a huff. “It’s all good. They’re going to send Leo with some extra supplies, and he’ll help us for the rest of this quest.”

Accidentally getting swept up in how pretty his eyes were, you tensed up, realising he was staring at you expectantly. Quickly nodding and clearing your throat you looked down to your lap, “ahh, okay that sounds good. I guess we’ll have time to sightsee or something…”

Sightsee? Really y/n? There’s nothing in this stupid town!

An awkward silence filled the room. Due to your previous thoughts, you were unsure how to proceed. This was the first time you were alone with him and had nothing else better to do.

Percy on the other hand, found that the obvious swooning look in your eyes was his green light. “Uhhh actually y/n?”

Oh, please don’t ask me why I basically just drooled all over you for NO FUCKING REASON. Snapping your head back up to look at him, you desperately tried to ignore the pounding in your chest that managed to find its way into your ears, “yeah?”

“There’s something I want to ask you.”

Holy shit he knows, doesn’t he? He knows I’ve liked him this entire time, and he’s going to reject me even though I never even said anything!

“I uhm… look I know we’re kind of on a small quest and all but technically we ARE waiting for Leo and the school to arrive before we continue… and you know we kind of have like at least a day or two until then so I was just wondering…”

“Yeah, Percy? You can just say it, you know; I really don’t mind.” I do mind, but please get this over with before I cry. With your heart rate increasing at an alarming rate and face heating up so much, you wanted Zeus to blast you right then and there.

Percy felt like he was about to puke, he’d never felt this nervous before. Yeah, he had his moments growing up with Annabeth, after all, she was his first girlfriend, but this was different. He wanted this to be different. Sure, he never regretted their relationship, and yes, he knew he’d always remember everything they went through- what he went through but… he wanted a clean slate. He desperately just wanted nothing more than to know that there was at least one person in his life that wasn’t constantly fighting for their lives—someone who didn’t have to live with as much trauma as him.

“W- would you maybe... Gods, do you want to have dinner tomorrow night? Maybe at the diner further into the town?”

HOLY FUCK.

He was interested and honestly, you were over the moon. Breathing out the breath you were holding in, you fail to hide the smile on your face, “yeah, I’d like that.”

His face instantly broke out into a wide smile matching yours. “Wait really?”

Unable to hold back a small giggle, you nodded, “yeah, Percy.”

Staring at yourself in the mirror, you admire the blue dress you found in a charity shop this morning while Percy was sleeping. I can’t believe this is happening.

If you had old even more awkward 15-year-old y/n that you were about to go on a date with the boy you admired from your table during meals (when he was there), you would’ve laughed. Mainly because at that point, he didn’t even know you existed, only having your first conversation during the battle of Manhattan when you were helping Will.

Okay… lets do this.

Walking out of the bathroom, Percy is already sitting on the bed in his usual t-shirt, jeans and converse waiting for you.

“Woah… You look uh-” Never finishing his statement, worry bubbled in your chest.

“Oh, uhm… I- I can change if you’d like?

Jumping up from his place on the bed, his head shook quickly. “NO! N-no don’t do that.”

“Ah uhm… okay? Sorry, it’s just I saw it in a store earlier and uhm… it looked nice, and I just thought that maybe it’d be cool to maybe put in a bit more effort? I mean… not that you don’t look good or anything! I love what you wear, you always look nice! but I don’t know… I don’t get to look nice much and… I just wanted it to be kinda special since we don’t get to… well our lives don’t really grant us these opportunities very often. Or at least for me anyway…”

“Hey, no, it’s okay! I totally get it… you look beautiful.” After hearing your small confession and thought to prepare for your date, his heart felt like it was melting. How could someone be so thoughtful when all he was doing was taking you to a rundown diner who probably only served mediocre burgers?

A small wave of guilt washed through him. Feeling like he would never be able to truly sweep you off your feet or give you that sweet, tooth-rotting love and affection, every day, just like you deserved. After everything, he knew he could try his best but even then, he’d never be able to hide the anxiety or PTSD he had acquired over the years.

You looked up to him with a smirk. “Glad to hear it, lover.”

Cheeks heating up at your comment, he laughed trying to play it off as cool as possible. Taking a step closer to you and flattening his shirt as if it would wipe away its wrinkles, he held out his arm. “Shall we, lover?”

Matching his level of fake sophistication, you linked your arm with his, “with pleasure.”

And with that, you both walked out of the motel, with hopeful spirits. To any onlooker, you both looked like normal young adults.  

“Where the fuck are you?!” Percy’s voice boomed from his end of the phone, supposedly made without any monster risks.  

You winced, slowly and cautiously walking your way out of the forest. The once clean dress was now covered in dirt and had few tears. It went perfectly with your dishevelled, twig and leaf infested hair.

“Space doesn’t really exist, so I’m nowhere. Life is built on social constructs and, since there’s no way to know if we’re really alive or if it’s just an illusion, I can’t be anywhere.”

“Y/n.”

Okay, he was concerned, and you couldn’t blame him. After all, how did you expect him to react after getting separated from you as you were chased into the woods by an Empousai after dinner?

Romance at its finest.  

“Yeah, sorry, I got caught up, but I’ll be there soon.”

Ending the call, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as you replayed the events that just occurred in your head. The date was amazing. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it was still sweet. Which led you both to go on one of those cliché night walks. That was nice too, until two Empousai came out of the forest and decided to attack you both.

Percy being…. Well Percy, he swiftly got out riptide and didn’t hesitate to defend the two of you. You, on the other hand, were completely caught off guard only just noticing as one of them turned their focus on you while Percy was distracted.

And what did you do like the perfectly trained demigod you were?

You ran like a headless chicken into the forest.

After a few minutes of running, they tackled you into the ground. Trying and failing failed to shove them off, you suddenly remembered the dagger you strapped to your thigh under your dress and stabbed them.

Clearly not your proudest moments.

Finally making it back to the room, you unlocked the door and let out a huff of relief. “Well… that date didn’t go as expected.”

Percy, took in your current state staring at you with wide eyes… but he didn’t say anything. Is he angry at me? Fuck now he’s going to call off whatever this is, all because I’m an incompetent idiot! I knew I should have tried harder in the sparring activities at camp.

Feeling highly intimidated under his intense stare, you began to play with the hem of your dress, voice going quiet. “Look I uh- I know it probably wasn’t the date you were hoping for but I uhm-“

Before you could even finish your poor excuses, your words are soon lost entirely. Percy stalked towards you with a determined look on his face. Reaching you, he firmly placed his hands on either side of your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

You let out a small, muffled squeak of surprise as your eyebrows shot up into Olympus. Yet unlike your fighting skills, this was something you managed to adapt to at a faster pace.

Eyes fluttering closed, you fisted his shirt, pulling him closer.

Please don’t let this be a dream.

Because Gods forbid if this your one chance, you weren’t letting this moment end that easily.  

Moving your lips against his, the urgency he came onto you with slowly began to dissipate, feeling his soft, but slightly chapped lips move against yours. Deepening the kiss, you let go of his shirt, gliding your hands up his tense torso and along his strong arms, eventually placing your hands on his wrists that were on either side of your face. Applying a small amount of pressure to the inside of his wrists with your thumbs, his mind began to drift into a calming haze as you softly stroked them. It was almost as if you were able to brush away the worry that bubbled in him when he got back to the room, only to find you weren’t there. Yet here you were… safe.

It was intoxicating and calming having him so close to you, his entire being overcoming your senses to a point where you fought the urge to let out a small whimper when he pulled away.

Resting his forehead against yours, chest rising and falling heavily flushed against you; he continued to hold you in his warm embrace. “I wouldn’t have had it any other way.” He whispers, breath fanning against your face.

Because as much as Percy was afraid he’d let you down, he knew no matter what you were worth every single risk.

“…but I’m going to have to teach you a few things when we get back to camp. We can’t have my lover running away in battle all the time, how will I know if you sneeze?”

Letting out a snort, you playfully hit his chest. “Anything for you, lover.”

A soft smile graces his face as he looks at you adoringly as the word takes on a whole new meaning… because you were right. He’d do anything.

A/N: whelp! i hope you all liked it :)) its not perfect but oh well? 

also i dont have a percy jackson taglist but i gotta tag the holy grail of fic writers for this fandon eep @cabinofimagines​   🙈 🙈

Divider credit: @biskit-rising​

[drspencerweed]

Can i plz have a concept for Spencer being a badboy outside of work? take it however you feel

okay im gonna take this and kind of make it a joke? I don’t think Spencer could truly be a “bad boy” but i think he would try if he thought it would impress you. also for the record I view this as like season 2/3 spence i think? maybe season 7 too but I think earlier 

this got away from me its a little over 1k so i put it behind a read more :)

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He caught himself in the mirror one more time, and tried smoothing out the lines that had creased in his white t-shirt. He shook out his arms and tried to get comfortable once again, knowing the look didn’t fully suit him. At least, he didn’t think so. Penelope had reassured him a thousand times that he looked cute, and that she was proud of him for stepping outside his comfort zone. She had nearly squealed when he told her she was looking for a leather jacket and jeans, so excited she didn’t even question his motives. 

The motive, of course, was you. He had overheard you telling Morgan in the break room all about how you always went for the bad boys, the greaser types, the ones who looked like they jumped into action instead of away from it. Basically all the things Spencer was not. And Spencer had been a few days away from working up the courage to ask you out, but with that one conversation his confidence was crushed. 

So now, he was trying a new outfit. Maybe this would get you to turn your head in his direction. He would never wear this to work, of course, but the team was meeting up to get drinks. He was hoping to surprise you with the new look. The attitude was something he hadn’t quite nailed yet, but hopefully a leather jacket would be enough. 

After staring at himself for far too long, he left his apartment and made his way to the bar. It was only a few blocks away, and he was uncharacteristically late. The whole team was there when he walked in. 

Derek let out a wolf whistle as soon as he saw him, and Penelope grinned and waved him over to their table. The rest of the team were whispering about his appearance, but he only had eyes for you. 

You looked shocked, mouth hanging slightly open and giving him a blatant once over. Once you reached his face again and met his eyes, you quickly tried to school your expression into something more neutral. But Spencer had already seen, you had noticed. You had noticed him. He smiled at you as he slipped onto the chair in between you and Penelope. 

“What’s with the outfit, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked, nudging a glass of coke towards Spencer that he had ordered on his behalf. 

Spencer shrugged. “Thought I needed a change.” You still hadn’t said anything, instead turning your attention to your drink. The night continued on like that, you and Spencer pressed together at the table but not really acknowledging each other. At some point, you left the table to go get another round, and Derek jumped on Spencer. 

“Needed a change? And this has nothing to do with the fact that [Y/N] told me just the other day that she’s into ‘bad boys?’” Derek teased. Spencer spluttered the sip of his drink and tried to deny it, but Penelope went faster. 

“That’s why you asked for this? I thought you wanted a makeover!” She sounded incredibly disappointed. 

“I-I just- I wanted her to notice me.” Spencer admitted quietly. 

Derek shook his head. “You don’t have to worry about that.” 

“I don’t?” 

You returned before Derek could answer, and the night went on. Spencer was the only one in the group who was sober, and towards the end of the night you started to get tipsy, and leaning on him. He could barely contain his blush as you gripped his arm and tried to use it as a pillow. 

“Are you going to sleep right here?” He asked, and you just nodded against his arm. 

“Sleepy.” You mumbled, cuddling up to him farther. He looked around and everyone else was still partying, but he was about ready to call it a night anyway and you seemed like you agreed. 

“I’m going to get her a cab and then head home.” Spencer said to the table. Everyone said their goodbyes and he guided you away from the table and out of the bar. You weren’t very drunk, just a little tipsy and very tired. After you ordered an Uber, you turned and leaned your face into his chest. Shocked, his arms wrapped around your body and held you there. 

Your arms eventually came up and wrapped around his waist, and then he felt vibrations against his chest as you said something he couldn’t make out. 

“What was that?” 

“I just said, I always thought I had a type until you. And now you fit that type. And my brain is confused.” You still mumbled, but you pulled away so your cheek was against his face and your words could hit his ears. 

“You thought....what? What would I have to do with you having a type?” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius?” You teased, gripping him tighter. 

The only answer would be that you liked him. And that just didn’t make sense, you barely gave him the time of day. Always stuttering and leaving whenever he came around. He didn’t reply for too long, and you spoke up again. 

“I like you Spencer, I like you a lot. And this leather jacket looks really hot on you, but so do all your sweater vests, and I don’t actually think you did this for me because why would you care what I think, but I was so conflicted because you look so hot but you don’t look like you and I like you, Spencer!” You said, almost exasperatedly. 

“You think I’m hot?” He asked, shocked. You pulled back a bit so you could look him in the eye. 

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” You smirked. Spencer flushed and stuttered, but you kept talking before he had a chance to deny the compliment. “Is that all you got from that speech?” You asked, a little shy. 

Before he could answer, a car pulled up to the curb, and you pulled away completely to look at your phone. “That’s my ride.” You said, dejectedly. “We can just- forget this ever happened, I guess. I’m sorry. I know you don’t like me back and-”

“Would you like to see a movie with me? Tomorrow? As a date?” He blurted out. Your face brightened immediately, nodding quickly. 

“I would love that.” You said, and he smiled, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I’ll pick you up at seven?” 

“Wear your purple cardigan.” You answered, and then slipped into the car with one last smile in his direction. 

[evanpetersplschokeme]

You can’t leave

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

This is a toxic relationship with Kai Anderson

I will be adding warnings

A/n: this is my first fanfic type thing so ofc it’s not going to be the best! Please no hate :)

Warning (s): blood, knifes and abuse

Word count: 1k

It was 2:11 a.m I woke up to the sounds of screaming. It sounded like it was coming from the basement, Kai always told me I should never go down there I didn’t know why but I wouldn’t dare to go. I laid there in Kai’s bed crying for a while wondering where/what Kai was doing. This time I felt like this was my only chance to go, at least get a little peak. I quickly jumped out of bed and tried to not to make any noise. Soon as I made it out of the door I ran for the basement stairs. Before I could put one foot down I felt something grab me hard, my heart dropped. I was so nervous to turn around but when I did it was Kai’s sister Winter.

“What the fuck are you doing y/n”

she slowly let go of my arm

“I- I was going to see what that noise wa-“

Winter quickly interrupted me “y/n you know you’re not allowed to go down to there...Kai will hurt you, now go back to bed”

“I’m so sorry Winter please don’t tell Kai” I whispered.

She rolled her eyes and went to the basement herself while locking the door behind her. I ran back to Kai’s bed and cried praying Winter didn’t say a word to Kai

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was morning I woke to Kai stroking my cheek “wake up princess go brush your hair or whatever you have to do, Winter is making breakfast”

He planted a kiss on my forehead, smiling back before Kai walked out. Wondering why he was in such a good mood I just ignored. I brush my teeth, put my clothes on and walked to the kitchen.

Winter greeted me with a fake smile I knew something was wrong I could feel it. Kai looked over at my arm and noticed there was a bruise.

“What happened to you arm?”

“Um I’m not sure” I replied, I looked over at Winter noticing her face turning red.

“Don’t you fucking lie to me y/n”

“wha- what are you talking about Kai”

“don’t be fucking stupid, I’m going to ask again, where did you get the bruise” Kai shouted

I flinched but I knew I couldn’t lie...

Quickly Winter spoke up, ”me kai I pulled her arm a little too hard last night I’m sorry”

Winter quickly ran out the room, and I was so scared my stomach dropped. Feeling Kai’s dark eyes staring at me, I got so nervous avoiding to look up, he grabbed my face forcing me to look at him which led with a slapped to my face. I felt my face burning as I let out a soft whimper.

“Y/n I know what you did last night a little birdie told me all about it... so tell me again what your plan was.” I didn’t respond

“So you’re not talking?” Kai laughed right in my face “you’re pathetic you know that? How about you go to Winters room while I go think of a punishment. Shake you head if you understand”

He was still grabbing my face pretty hard. I couldn’t really move, Kai knew this so he let go of me and walked out the door.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(winters room about an hour after kai left)

“You can talk y/n it’s ok i promise I won’t tell Kai”

“You literally told Kai about what happened yesterday Winter I can’t really trust you anymore.”

“Y/n he fucking heard you he heard the door what the fuck do you want me to do?..lie to him? I can’t do that”

“Whatever winter” I replied giving a small attitude

“Give me you pinky I want to ask you something”

I hesitated a bit but we locked pinkies anyway.

“Are you scared of Kai?”

I laughed at her thinking that was the most obvious question. “yes”

“good, Now meet me at the at the basement stairs tonight I’ll sneak you in”

right when Winter said that the front door opened. She got back on her laptop as I just sat there. Kai pulled me by my hair forcing me up

he pulled me close and kissed me.

“Did you behave for me today doll? If you did I’ll give you something special”

I smiled “yes sir”

he laughed “good. Now winter, was she good?”

“Get out”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Now that Kai and I are alone in his room he pulled me on top of him.

“Show me how much of a dirty little slut you are”

I got off of him and said no, his jaw clenched as he left out a soft laugh.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes off me. “Please y/n just a kiss”

“Kai i said no”

“Fine what else do you want”

“You to love me” tearing up I instantly regret what I said.

“Y/n what do you mean? Do I not love you enough?” He mocked

“Forget it” I cried

“Go to sleep it’s 11 o’clock, I’ll tuck you in”

Kai gives a kiss on the forehead after he tucks you in his bed whispering “now listen to me. Do not leave this bed no matter what you hear...now good night my lovely”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It was 2:57 am when I woke up to more screaming I remember what winter said, Kai was gone again I knew he was there, I just knew he was doing something horrible but I had to see for myself. It stopped...I tiptoed to Winters room.

“Winter..Winter..Winter” she wouldn’t move so I shook her.

“Oh my god I’m sorry y/n I forgot about that thing come on”

“wait Winter have you been waking up to screaming lately?”

“Stop being dramatic y/n I bet it’s just Kai watching tv downstairs”

“you never know Winter it just makes me worried”

Winter opens the door and pushes me in, I see a group of people all standing in a circle looking at me in clown outfits. I backup slowly to the steps noticing winter isn’t there anymore she set me up..

I’m so fucking stupid why did I believe her

I cried yelling out for Kai as loud as I could. I tried beating on the door trying to get out but something was blocking it, I should’ve listened to Kai about the basement. One clown started coming to me I wanted to pass out but I screamed..nobody came. A clown was reaching for their mask as if they were talking it off.

It was Kai how could he do such a thing to me.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME KAI”

“WINTER PLEASE”

“she can’t help you she’s the one who set you up. God y/n you’re so stupid” Kai said.

“N-no please don’t hurt me” I backed up in the corner putting my knees to my chest.

“We’re not here to hurt you.. we’re here to hurt him” A female voice spoke up, she was wearing an elephant outfit

“hi-him?” I stuttered

“the man in the chair, his name is RJ he didn’t listen so now we’re killing him” Kai laughed

“this is a cult doll, this is my big secret.”

“Kai can I just go to the room please I promise I won’t bother you anymore” my voice shaking

“no. you’re going to kill him with this”

my heart dropped, I screamed, I got up from the corner I was backed up in and walked to Kai slapping him in the face.

“You shouldn’t of done that you bitch” Kai punched me. I fell to the ground crying while everyone just stood and watched, my nose was bleeding

I begged for forgiveness

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

***TW: knives, cutting and blood*** “get the fuck up and take this or it’s you instead of him”

Kai waved the nail gun in my face I tried to get up but I just couldn’t, the blonde girl that was in the elephant outfit ran to help me but Kai yelled at her telling to get out, he grabbed me by the arm pulling me up pushing me onto the man.

“DO IT” Kai shouted

I pressed the nail gun the man in the chair. Crying so hard I could barely breathe anymore

“Y/N IM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN”

“I’m so sorry” I whispered

the nail shot through his head. The guy in the chair RJ and I both screamed at the same time. I fell to the ground dropping the gun with me I felt Kai touch my back, he squatted down next to me

“see baby that wasn’t bad was it”

“fuck you Kai” I yelled out,

he laughed “well then now it’s your punishment you brat” Kai made everyone leave.

It was just us

Now scared I felt like throwing up we were alone..me, Kai, and RJ’s lifeless body. I didn’t know what Kai was going to do with me

“baby I’m so sorry don’t hurt me...please” I cuffed Kai’s cheek

“i want you to suffer” Kai said with a big smile he pulled out his knife

“K-Kai baby..what are you doing”

“pull up your shirt” he said forcefully trailing his knife down my body from my throat.

Gasping as he started carving letters on my stomach I kicked and screamed wanting him to stop

“shh shh it’ll be over soon I promise”

I threw my head back jerking and moaning in pain. Kai placed one hand over my mouth making sarcastic jokes asking if it hurts when he knows it obviously does.

“This is what you get for being a bad girl, I told you to not come down”

I started to hyperventilate, I stopped making noise because I knew it wasn’t going to help any.

Feeling Kai’s fingers trace over the cuts he made. Blood was everywhere he removed his hand from my mouth I didn’t dare to make a sound.

He laughed and put his bloody fingers in my mouth

“do you wanna see”

I shook my head no violently, Kai didn’t like that so he kicked me and dragged me out the basement. I felt paralyzed wondering where he was taking me

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

We got up the stairs, he was dragging me into the bathroom.

“W-what are we-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence it felt like I was dying.

Kai ripped all my clothes off “I’m cleaning you up baby” he said as he while stroking my hair.

He stood me up and told me to look in the mirror “you’re so pretty y/n look at your tummy”

I couldn’t move my head at all I didn’t even want to look but I did. The statement ‘did you learn’ was written across my body

“WINTER” I yelled as loud as I could Kai shut me up real quick by putting a knife to my throat.

“Get in the bath I need to clean you”

“w-will you hurt me?”

He didn’t say anything. Just stared waiting for me to get in I slowly limped grinding my teeth together from the pain of the hot water. I looked over at Kai and he was crying...he fell to his knees putting his face in my arms

“I’m so sorry- I’m so fucking sorry” he sounded like he actually meant it, he was upset but I didn’t care. I watched him cry as I was on the verge of passing out.

“Y-y/n hey wake up” Kai violently shook my head.

I don’t know what’s happening to me I keep going in and out of reality kai grabbed the washcloth gently going over my body acting like he just didn’t do this horrible thing.

“Stop Kai please”

“s-stop what I- I love you”

“n-no you don’t” i uttered in a very low weak voice

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I woke up with Kai by my side in his bed I couldn’t remember a lot from the night before other than what happened in the basement. I was wearing his clothes but I don’t know how I got into them but it didn’t really matter. I tried waking Kai up by rubbing his forehead, his eyes began to slowing open. He pulls my head towards him and kisses my nose. The first thing he asked was if my stomach was ok I pulled up my shirt noticing someone wrapped me up.

“No Kai”

“look y/n I’m sorry I really am but..you know now”

“what are you talking about? Know about wh-“

“the cult y/n I’m sorry but I don’t trust you”

“Trust me with what Kai?”

“The secret...I have to kill you”

“are you serious” i gave a fake laugh but kai didn’t.

“K-Kai” this was wrong he’s never joked like this. “stop with the joke it’s not fucking funny”

Kai gets closer to me as I get off his bed trying to reach the door. When I try to run he pulled me and threw me on the bed.

“KAI STOP GET OFF OF ME”

Trying my best to fight back he got on top of me with his hands wrapped around my throat. All I could think about was why is he doing this. Kai mumbles words as I struggle for air.

“I love you, I’m sorry, forgive me” Kai kept repeating those words.

I was losing my hearing, breath, and vision. Everything was distorted but I could still see figures

Winter.. Winter walked in

my weak arm tried to grab her in hopes she would stop him.

She didn’t

She just looked

I took my final breath as I watched him kill me with Winter by his side.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/n: Hi guys I’m glad you make it this far I hope you enjoyed it just know this is my first so sorry if my grammar and sentences were off!

please no hate :)

[littledrummeraussie]

ANGIE! CONGRATS LOVE! 🥺🥰 Im so happy for you! You deserve it and so much more! 💜 😍 - anything fluffy with Ashton (maybe the first time you call him "Muffin") I just need anything soft tbh Im smutted out 💀 🎵 - would love to know any songs that go with the getaway series...👀 - how the HECK do I get to be a closer friend with you and get you to teach me to write lol. Ily!

SKY 🥺🥺 ❤️❤️ love you sweetheart! I still remember your tags on the getaway series and how much they have meant to me - how much they mean to me to this day!

🎵 - some songs for getaway

(these are all adding to the mood of the flashbacks and the whole breaking down/deciding to go on this little getaway to work on their relationship feeling)

Calm After The Storm by The Common Linnets

Heart Never Lies by McFly

Somewhere Only We Know by Keane

The Reason by Hoobastank

(and obviously all the title songs for the rest of the series uwu)

👀 - I’ve thought we have already reached this level after all the time you’ve screamed at me? 😂 anyway, that’s really sweet of you 🥺❤️ come at me sis anytime ❤️

😍 - as for your favourite Muffin 🧁 🥰 

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”Well, well, well, look at you,” you bit your lip as Ashton closed the door behind himself, shirt sticking to his chest, hair messy and damp.

”Hey, good morning,” he gave you a toothy grin as he reached for the towel left on the couch, quickly wiping his face and hair before putting it around his neck. ”You’re up! I mean… I’ve thought you will still be sleeping.”

”Bed was cold without you,” you shrugged with a smile, fingers curling around your mug on the counter. ”My pillow went on a run or something.”

”How treacherous,” he shook his head with a grin, bending forward to press his lips against yours. ”Gotta tell your pillow to slow down.”

”Well, he needs to stay in shape, I understand that,” you squeezed his biceps as he leaned over the counter, elbows resting on the top. ”He’s a real stud muffin.”

”A what?” Ashton started laughing, head dropping forward as he buried his face against his arms. ”Did you just call me a stud muffin?”

”I– think I did,” you felt a blush quickly colouring your cheeks. ”It just slipped out, I’m so sorry.”

”God, no, no,” he shook his head as he pulled your face to his, pressing kisses all over your cheeks. ”This is the funniest nickname I’ve ever gotten. I’ll keep it.”

”And if I just want call you Muffin?” you asked quietly, still blushing as you rubbed Ashton’s cheek with your thumb. ”Cause you know… you just look like the cutest Muffin ever.”

”Do I get to call you Cupcake?” Ashton nuzzled his nose against yours, and you started giggling as he pressed a kiss on the tip of it. ”It’s only fair you get a matching nickname.”

”I’ll happily be your Cupcake,” you reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers. ”Muffin.”

”Well, this Muffin needs a shower,” he stepped next to you to pick you up from your seat, and you shrieked with laughter as he pulled you to his sweaty chest, arms wrapped around his neck. ”You wanna join me? Suddenly I’m craving a very specific little Cupcake…”

”I could tell you about a hundred dirty food jokes now,” you stifled your giggles against his neck, and he snorted, kissing your shoulder.

”Not a Vanilla Cupcake for sure. I love that.”

”And you know what a Stud Muffin tastes like?” you bit Ashton’s ear before kissing the soft spot behind it. ”It tastes like you.”

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🎉  join the 1K celebration. ❤️  

[drabblesanddreams]

8. Reunited kiss with Chuuya please uwu

I AM BACK YALL!!!!!!!!!! After like two-three weeks yall i am so sorry for the delay all i can say is - writers block, -summer school - mental health, but hey at least most of those are resolved now so ill be trying and catching up on my requests :)) I also have University starting soon so itll be even harder for me to post consistently but ill try and at least be active cuz i know im not, also would yall be interested in me writing for other fandoms? anyways heres the (shitty) request, enjoy yall!

Word count: 1k

TW: Violence in terms of bombs, nothing too graphic tho

Summary: Chuuya has left you behind in order to resolve a mission that has gone wrong, now you cant find him.

Your heart was beating frantically in your chest as you mindlessly pushed through the crowd. You barely registered the people rushing past you. Shoulders knocking against shoulders, screams filling the air, there was simply no other word to describe the centre district of Yokohama then just pure chaos.

Ten minutes ago, a bomb had gone off, causing damage to the buildings surrounding it which not only caused injuries due to the rubble but also understandable widespread panic.

Twenty minutes ago, you had just been enjoying a wonderful date with your long-term boyfriend when he had received an urgent message from the mafia. Why he was called and not you were a question you would’ve asked yourself if you had the time, but you didn’t. Because soon after, Chuuya had dashed off after glancing at his phone with a hard-set face, not only leaving you breathless and confused but also in a state of panic just as the civilians of the city.

You had waited in the evacuation area, desperately looking for any signs of Chuuya, but to no avail, he was nowhere to be found just yet. It was only when a second bomb had gone off that you ignored the protests of the police in trying to hold you back and made your way to the danger zone. The police had no idea who they were dealing with if they were trying to hold you back, (Y/N), member of the acclaimed Port-Mafia.

Normally, you would have held the same confidence in Chuuya’s abilities but after his recent injuries due to over-use in his abilities, it was safe to say that you were more worried than usual.  The mafia, after all, always carried the risk of fatal injuries.

You grit your teeth angrily as you thought how exactly he left you behind. He was always like that, on to one thing and the next. He never stayed in one spot for long, no wonder he excelled in the mafia.

You pushed the closest person away harshly as you ran forward. You stood on your tiptoes, frantically looking all around as you desperately tried catching a glance of orange. But there was no sign of him at all. You rubbed your sweaty palms on the denim of your jeans before standing back down.

The crowd was greatly thinning at this point and you still couldn’t catch a glimpse of his eye-catching hair or that stupid hat that he always sports. You couldn’t even see his figure flashing in and out of the rubble, the one place where he was sure to be fighting an enemy.

You shook your head, a cold sweat dripping down your feverish skin as your heart rate sped up just ever so. It wasn’t until you took another step forward that a third bomb had gone off.

Almost immediately, you clapped your hands over your ears, shielding them from the loud noise as you hit the ground. Squeezing your eyes shut, you waited until the screams had died down before doing anything. Even then, you made sure the only noise you were hearing was your heartbeat in your ears before hesitantly opening your eyes.

You struggled to get up, staggering forwards slightly as you blinked a few times. You took in the scene before you, an awful environment of injured bodies and wreckage. It looked like this bomb wasn’t as big as the first one nor as powerful, thank the gods.

You shook your head clear of your thoughts as you focused on your objective once more.

You moved forward as you rapidly scanned the roads for still any sign of Chuuya. You gnawed on your lip and felt your eyes water slightly, ready to give up when-

“(Y/N)?”

At the call of your name, you perked up slightly. Feeling your self-pity halt for a moment, you turned around slowly with scrunched brows, seeing who called your name.

And lo and behold, there he was. It was Chuuya, standing there with perfectly unscorched clothes and a raised brow as well as that stupid hat of his. He was clearly questioning your appearance.

“What the...” he started as he moved towards you, “What are you doing here?” he demanded as he reached forward to cup your cheek.

“Me…” you repeated slowly, “Me..? What I’m doing here?”, feeling hot white anger fill you before slapping his hand away, “What the hell were you doing here ?!” You furiously shouted at him as you slapped his chest with each syllable.

You took pleasure in the slight shock that took over his face, “Wha- “but you didn’t let him finish. Like hell you were going to let him finish after the hell he had just put you through.  

“Do you know what the hell you just put me through? Leaving me like that?” you hotly yelled, “I mean, what the hell were you thinking? Do you know how dangerous that was, how you're still injured that something serious could’ve actually happened and I wouldn’t even be there in case anything did happen!” You finished as your voice cracked, betraying your angry façade as his eyes softened.

“Hey,” he said softly, “It's okay, I’m alright I promise”

But that wasn’t good enough for you, “No!” you shook your head, pushing him away as the tears welled up once more, “You can't just leave me behind like that every time you rush off to fight that’s not fair, I-I mean what am I supposed to do if you actually di-died,” you stuttered, feeling overwhelmed as you sobbed, “I c-can’t I-me-“ suddenly your next sentence was cut off as you felt the slight pressure of Chuuya’s lips against your own.

Almost immediately, you relaxed, taking in the comfort of the familiar taste of him. You tilt your head and pull him closer to you, never wanting to leave his side again. You pulled away slightly, him brushing his nose against yours in a tactic to calm you down, which defiantly worked.

He pulled you to his chest as you held on tightly to him, “It's alright, everything’s alright now…”

[soychaijaelatte]

Lovelight (part one)| jjh

❥ genre: greek gods!au, fluff, potential angst (if you squint)

❥ pairing: jaehyun/reader

❥ wordcount: 1k (this one is short, but it is more of an intro)

❥ rating: PG-13 

You are off limits to all Olympians, but one golden god does not like being told what to do... 

❥ warnings: none at the moment but potential mature themes in the future

Love was always a sport to him. He drew people in like a magnet. His warm eyes and bright smile were a sight to behold. The way he enveloped his partners in a blanket of pleasure and comfort was as heavenly as ambrosia. After he left them, a feeling of longing always lingered behind. Jaehyun was an excellent lover. He could have anyone he wanted, at any time he wanted.

Except for you. You were off limits.

Your beauty was unmatched by any other mortal and competed with the gods themselves. There were days when various Olympians snuck down to earth to witness your beauty first hand. You were not to be touched though. It was common knowledge among the gods that if one were to claim you, the heavens would erupt into chaos. The only way to avoid catastrophe was to leave you be. The gods had learned not to mess with beautiful humans the hard way after Troy.

You were dangerous and you had no idea, and Jaehyun was in the mood for danger.

Spending time down by the creek was your favorite way to relax and kill time. A cool breeze swept through your hair and offered a bit of relief from the blazing summer sun. You drifted off into thought while tracing various designs in the sandy dirt underneath your hands. You thought about the conversation you had just escaped from that involved your mother pestering you about finding a husband. All of your other friends were married and some even had a couple of children running around in the courtyard. Because of your family’s status of successful merchants in town, it was expected of you to have settled down by now. You didn’t mention your fantasy of finding true love to your mother for risk of your hopes being dismissed. When you had talked about it before, she brushed it off with a sigh.

“My dear, in a perfect world everyone could marry for love, but who’s to say you won’t find it after marriage. Just look at your father and I. Over time we grew to love each other as if the gods themselves brought us together!”

But you didn’t want eventual love. You wanted a love that would make you fall immediately. You wanted a love that would give you a reason to wake up in the mornings. You wanted a love that felt like the tender caress of the summer breeze that tickled your skin. You wanted true love.

You were pulled so deep into your own thought that you didn’t even notice the approaching footsteps not too far down to your right until you heard the distinct splash of someone diving into the water in front of you.

You jumped with a start and snapped your head up to see the source of the noise. This was your special spot that was honestly pretty hard to find. You felt oddly protective of the little creek and you didn’t want to share it with anyone. You saw a head of dark hair that broke the surface of the water. You weren’t expecting the tan, broad shoulders that came into view with the rest of his torso. While he was facing in the opposite direction, seemingly oblivious to your presence, you took a moment to gawk at his toned back. The boy, or man it seemed, pushed his wet hair out of his face and turned towards you. You were stunned into silence and you were pretty sure your jaw was in your lap. This man in front of you was absolutely stunning. You had never seen someone as beautiful as him, male or female.

His honey, brown eyes widened as he took in the figure sitting on the shore of the creek. He was only about ten feet away from you and it was the closest he had ever been. You were more heartbreakingly beautiful up close and even though Jaehyun came here intentionally, he felt himself gasp.

You were the first one to snap out of the staring contest and you shook your head to regain your senses. You tried your hardest to look anywhere but the man’s toned chest and just ended up looking at the ground in embarrassment. The man cleared his throat and spoke in the most soothing voice you had ever heard.

“I apologize, miss. I wasn’t aware that someone was here.”

A total lie Jaehyun thought to himself, but he had to start a conversation somehow. He couldn’t recall ever feeling this flustered, in front of a mortal no less!

“Oh, umm, you are okay!” (y/n) replied. “I was just about to leave anyway!”

Jaehyun felt himself panic a little bit when he saw you start to stand up to leave. Without really thinking, he called out to you.

“Wait!” He shocked himself with how frantic he sounded but at least you stopped brushing off the skirt of your tunic.

“Ummm well, I am new in the area and I was actually trying to find someone who could show me around town a little.”

“So you came to find someone at a creek?” You furrowed your brows but felt your lips lift upwards in a small, teasing smile.

Sensing your jest, Jaehyun regained a little bit more of his confidence.

“Call it fate.” He replied with a charming smirk. Fire danced in his eyes and you felt drawn to him.

“Well then, we would be fools to ignore fate, right?” You responded cheekily. “If we go now, we can make it to town before the market closes for the day.”

The man smiled brightly, accompanied by two prominent dimples. He stepped out of the creek towards you on the bank. You looked into his eyes to avoid outright checking him out.

“Lead the way, miss…” He trailed off.

“(y/n),” you responded, “and you?”

“Jaehyun.” He reached out his hand and you grasped it in formal greeting and a sense of calm washed over you from head to toe.

Little did you know that from that moment on, your life would be changed forever.

author’s note:

heyo! it has been a while since i’ve posted a fic on here (and by a while i mean about two years..... ummm yeah) but i’m back now! i have been thinking up different themes and promts in my mind and i kinda wana get them all out. i really will try to keep this fic updated and possibly post a couple more. if you gathered from the above “warnings” this particular fic might take on more mature themes but i will make sure to let you guys know when that might happen! thanks to all of you who stuck around!!!

- mayling♡

(p.s. i made the banner and im kinda proud of myself even though it looks like it was made by a kindergartener lol)

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CONGRATS ON 1000!! CHYKCYDCYK HKVXYDYZFDH YOU DEF DESERVE IT YOU BEAUTY er- could I have a Peter Parker scenario where maybe you two are having an argument over whatever, it doesnt really matter and he accidentally says something hurtful and its angsty, but then turns to a confession of fluffy goodness. Im sorry if thats a little weird or confusing ;; thank you ~ also thankyouforfollowingmeImeanttosaysomethingearlierbutIwasnervoushHNn

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Mapa’s 1k celebration

“Why are you acting all weird?” The boy asked, looking snappish just from the way his eyes shoot glances at you.

You readjusted your position to look at his direction, crossing your legs again and stopping the movements from your hands to write the equations down.

“I’m not—”

“Don’t even try to deny, I’ve noticed” he said, now straightening his back with his gaze still fixated on your figure. “I’m your best friend, I know when something’s wrong.”

“If you were my best friend, you wouldn’t leave me hanging all the time”. You murmured to yourself, but with his expanded senses, he could hear even the lowest tone.

“What did you say?” The boy furrowed his brows, now feeling anger rushing through his bones. 

“Noth—”

“Oh god, stop denying for once!” Peter’s tone was harsh, catching you off guard. “You don’t know how hard it is to—”

Your eyes were wide open and your eyebrows arched from surprise. You felt your chest getting heavier and anger flooding through your veins.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Peter. I forgot that I’m not allowed to have feelings.” You rolled your eyes and kept doing your homework.

“Stop with the nonsense, (Y/N).”

Now you were angry for real. Getting up, you closed your notebooks and packed them back into your bag.

“Yeah, run away from your problems, it’s all you know how to do well.”

You turned around, watching his gaze again on you and shook your head trying not to let out all you wanted to say to him. Between deep breaths, you headed towards the door and Peter said one more thing that was the end of the line for you.

“Screw you, I don’t need you anyways.”

Tears were forming on your eyes and you turned around once more, taking all the braveness inside you to let him see the red cheeks from holding the cries forming inside your throat. 

“I just wanted my only friend to be by my side, is that too much to ask?” You shook your head once more and grabbed the doorknob.

Leaving the room, you put a hand on your mouth forming a cage to your sobs. You tried deep breathing and exhaling slowly, but it didn’t seem to be efficient, so you just decided to leave as soon as possible. 

But when you reached the entrance of the small apartment, you felt a hand grabbing slightly on your wrist and turned around, watching Peter’s red face with such clarity. You sobbed again, now not holding your tears back.

“I-I’m sorry” he let out sobs of his own. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of that.”

You lowered your head and dropped your bag on the floor, feeling your chest heaving again. Every bone inside your body was hurting and you could do nothing about that.

“You said some awful things, Peter” you said with a calm voice through the tears.

“I know… I just… I love you. And I hate to see you sad” you lifted your face and found his gaze fixated on you again, but now empty, without any of the anger that was there before.  

“What?”

“I love you” he said, letting go of your wrist. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you so much.” 

Your eyes lowered again.

“I love you too, Peter, but you have to stop—”

“No, (Y/N), I love you.” He said, putting one of his hands on your hot cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb. “Not in a best friend way. I love you.”

Now your chest was getting even heavier, but not from the world’s weight, but from your heart that seemed too big for it’s own shape.

[bloodandcream]

Title: Wieners. Sausages. Man Meat. 

Pairing: MegxCastielxDean

Rating: Mature

Wordcount: ~1K

Notes:  I think I have a MegxCasxDean square to use for @spnpolybingo, but anyway, I was talking to @braezenkitty about this, and @rainsoakedsam I see you there, its uh, its midnight and Im drunk and I love you guys

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“Look, I’m not saying you shouldn’t,” Meg folded her legs underneath her, perching closer to the edge of the couch. Elbows balanced on her knees, she watched in rapt fascination. “I’m just curious why you’d want to?”

Cas look up at her, one hand on Dean’s dick and the other fidgeting with a bag of buns. “Um. I’ve never done it before?”

“Right on, always a good reason.” Meg nodded. “But. Are you going to actually eat that?”

Huffing a sigh, Cas gave up on Dean’s dick in favor of getting the bag open. “Maybe?”

Dean, for his part, was busy drinking. One arm stretched along the back of the couch, reaching out to tousle Cas’ hair, his other holding a mixed drink he was gulping down, Dean sprawled and didn’t seem to give a single fuck about the conversation. Well, hey, he was getting his dick sucked one way or another tonight, so why would he.

“Things you can basically swallow whole are good,” Meg was mostly talking to herself at this point, “But bread. I don’t know.”

She was intensely curious to find out, truth be told. Even if she gave Cas shit for it. She gave Cas shit for everything, though, so that didn’t count for much.

Drunk and uncoordinated, Cas finally wrested the plastic twisty off the bag and pulled out a hot-dog bun. He tossed the bag onto the scratched wood coffee table without closing it. It landed between a stack of Playboy’s - Meg’s - and a pretty glass bowl - Cas’.

Meg picked it up and knotted it closed. Just because they were wasting one bun in a drunken bid at being adventurous, didn’t mean they had to let the whole bag go stale.

“You’re so fucking weird,” Dean drawled. Head lolling in a stupor, he made a grabby hand at Cas and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss.

Meg tossed the tied off buns back on the table, sprawled on the loveseat she occupied, and got a hand into her jeans. Whatever strange sex acts these two were pulling off, they looked fucking good doing it.

Kissing noisy and moaning against each other, the two idiots seemed to be forgetting their original plot, so Meg reminded them, “Hey, you giving me a show or what?”

Pulling back, Cas looked at the bun in his hand, at Dean’s erection waving around like it developed it’s own stumble when drunk, then Cas curled the bun around him and Meg burst into a fit of giggles.

God, there were so many horrible epithets to give to penises. Wieners. Sausages. Man meat.

Leaning forward, Meg picked the bottle of mustard off the coffee table and nearly fell off the love seat in trying to tap Cas with it. Get his attention.

“Hey, hey. Don’t forget, safe sex involves condiments.”

Cas squinted at her, but Dean laughed at her stupid pun. She was hilarious. Fuck them.

“Right, right.” Cas said, taking the mustard from her.

He was very serious about everything that he did. Whether it was sex, or school, or crochet. Cas was just, he could succeed at anything.

Meg had every faith that he could succeed at making a hot-dog dress up blowjob be something hot - or at least funny - too.

At least there wasn’t any ketchup involved. Ketchup was gross.

“You guys are fucking weird.” Dean told no one in particular again.

“Yeah.” Meg said. “But you’re the one getting sucked off by my boyfriend, so if he wants to put mustard on your dick, you say thank you.”

With perfect comedic timing, Cas shook and squeezed the bottle of mustard, a loud ‘thhhppppp’ noise sounding through the tiny living room of their shitty apartment. Meg leaned back, howling in laughter.

“Thanks, Cas…” Dean hummed, slouching against the couch, back to his drink with one hand on Cas’ head, while Cas went down on him - bun and mustard and all.

They were so weird.

Mostly, it seemed like Meg was the adventurous one. The one to spice things up with roleplay, bondage, spankings. But then Cas. Cas. He had a major foodplay fetish. She’d find out where the fuck it came from one day.

Dean, he was just a slut. He’d be down for anything if it involved getting a blowjob.

Nipping, tearing off little chunks of bread with his teeth, Cas pulled up and ate a few of them, while he spit out others. Slowly going down bit by bit. Licking up the mustard and swallowing. Weird, and dirty, and fucking hotter than it had any right to be.

Meg pushed her jeans down - no panties - spread her thighs wide and fingered herself while she watched. Dean watched her watching them, Cas on his knees broad shoulders pushing Dean’s thighs apart, eating his dick dressed like a fucking hot dog.

It was when Meg pulled her shirt up, rolled a nipple between pinched fingers, and Dean he got a firm pull on Cas’ hair while fucking up into his mouth, that Cas, Cas pulled off Dean all smeared with yellow mustard and flushed a drunk-pink, that Dean came all over his face. Obscene and pretty. Thick dick tapping over Cas’ stubbled cheeks - and Meg was going to sit on that dick one day - while Cas blinked stupefied and kept his mouth open like a good boy.

At least Meg was an awesome girlfriend, knelt on the scratchy thin carpet and scooted up next to Cas. Kissed the mess off his face and stroked down his spine in that way that made him arch like a cat. Dean, drink still in hand, sat with his bow legs wide watching them.

“Holy, shit. You guys are weird.”

Third time that night he’d said the ‘W’ word. Meg was keeping count.

There were hot-dog crumbs everywhere.

Meg told Dean, “Baby, that’s why you keep coming around.”

[taegijae-blog]

BREAKFAST DELIVERY 4

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 1k

description: the school’s hottest boy im jaebum wants to get a certain boy’s number.  but the first problem is: he’s unhappy and not eating.

status: completed

note: this was originally posted on wakaba’s wattpad @/jaeholics 

| part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

"..."

"How come you won't talk to me? Is it because I made you cry?"

"..."

Jaebum stuffed his hands in his hoodie's pockets as he strolled besides the silent Youngjae.

"I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I really didn't mean to. Honest to God," Jaebum said in a pleading voice, clasping his hands together as if begging for forgiveness.

"It's... whatever," Youngjae muttered as he turned his head to the side and absolutely refused to look at Jaebum and his stupid, handsome face. From his abnormally white backpack, he took out the sandwich he was offered from the anonymous person. Jaebum's lit up significantly when noticing that, but he knew he had to act ignorant.

"You're eating?" he asked, though he regretted saying so the moment the words slipped out of his mouth. He didn't want to sound insensitive or anything, especially after seeing how Youngjae had shed tears so easily that day's lunchtime.

Youngjae's hands unwrapped the sandwich even slower once he was questioned about it, but nonetheless he seemed adamant about consuming it. That was all Jaebum wanted to see from him. "It's... something a person gave to me. They wanted me to cheer up after crying or... something like that," the younger murmured, taking a rather large bite out of his food. His cheeks puffed up once realizing how tasty it was; Jaebum had to suffer through witnessing that and trying not to scream.

"Um... how long are you going to walk with me?" Youngjae abruptly asked with a mouthful of ham and cheese.

"Oh-uh, I don't know. I'm kinda bored, so..." Jaebum trailed off, hoping that the other would get the hint and offer to hang out.

"Okay. Have fun, then," Youngjae said a bit too harshly, turning around the corner without even saying any goodbyes to Jaebum. Meanwhile, the male who was just utterly rejected stood in silence as he stared at Youngjae's back as it grew smaller.

Although he was definitely bummed about the cold rejection he received, his determination grew hotter internally. He guaranteed that his tricks were working and he proposed that by the end of the school year, he and Youngjae would be texting away all night. Oh, how he adored that idea.

Jaebum double checked his wallet before jogging over to the familiar convenient store.

🍽

It just so happened that Jinyoung passed by Youngjae being cornered to the wall. A group of three snotty-looking girls looked down at the poor boy. Jinyoung, interested to see what was going on, hid behind a door and watched things unfold.

"Didn't I tell you to do the work for me?" One of them sneered.

"The teacher told us that we'd get a D if only one of us did all the work," Youngjae said softly as his body seemed to melt and become one with the wall.

"She doesn't care! You're smart enough to figure that out yourself, aren't you?" Another girl taller than the first who spoke spat, crossing her arms. Jinyoung was pretty disgusted at what he was witnessing, ut he knew better than to interfere. If anything, Youngjae should be able to figure out how to deal with the mess he was in.

The first girl smirked and leaned in close to Youngjae's ear, whispering only a few words. Although her heavily glossed lips barely moved, the little she said was enough to make him look devastated. The girls left soon after that, giggling at what was most likely each other's rude remarks about the shy, introverted Choi Youngjae.

Jinyoung saw that as the appropriate time to move out. With both his hands coolly hidden in his pants pockets, he strutted down the hall and eventually caught up to Youngjae. They were walking side by side, the atmosphere between them highly awkward.

"Hey, you," Jinyoung called out. "Are you trying to get her to shove you around? Do you have some sick crush on her?" Youngjae shook his head violently.

"Yeah. I thought so. So why are you letting her do that?"

"There's nothing I can do about it..."

"She threatened you with something, didn't she?"

Youngjae shook his head again, this time slower. "It wasn't a threat. She just... told me something."

Jinyoung's eyebrow arched. "What was it?"

"I won't tell you. I can't," he kept shaking his head in denial. Before Jinyoung could say anything else, he broke out in a sprint and disappeared down the hallway.

"..."

This was surely something he should tell Jaebum.

🍽

Youngjae, in unease, entered his final class of the day: English. For the past few days, he had actually been looking forward to that class (well, more than usual, anyway). Someone who was choosing to stay anonymous had been kind enough to leave him food, noticing that he didn't eat. Typically, he'd curse at himself for taking in a bite of carbohydrates or sugar, but he didn't when eating that muffin or sandwich.

As he may or may not have expected, there was something left on his desk. He sat down in his chair, placed his bag down, and first looked at what it was. It was a large piece of soft bread with red bean filling inside it. The so-called sunshine just had to flash a tiny grin when holding that in his hands. He honestly didn't believe that someone was even taking the time to do this for him.

Like the previous times, there was a note that was messily ripped out from some notebook and even messier handwriting. For some reason, it was always written in English. It wasn't even good English either, but maybe that was what made it more enjoyable.

Youngjae stuffed the bread into his bag hastily once the teacher told the class to shush. He still held the piece of paper in his hand and as he read it, his eyes widened. The passage was longer than usual, and his eyes reached closer to the urge to shed a tear with every line he saw.

whatever they told you,

don't listen to them.

they don't know you.

they aren't you.

they're liars and they're only trying to discourage you.

instead...

you should trust in yourself

and then...

eat! :)

[deadassgallagher]

Valentines Day (1k followers writing challenge)

This is my submission for @such-a-common-girl 1k followers writing challenge :)

Prompt: Valentines Day with Dean. Tbh who knows what’s gonna happen.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: alcohol? Implied sex, and fluff for days.

A/N just gonna throw it out there I have no idea what im doing. Like Im going into this blind lmao. Hope you guys enjoy this. A/N yo I have no idea if that was any good btw. It’s really fucking weird but yea. Also idfk why it stopped making paragraphs. Idk how to fix that so please let me know if you do. Im on mobile btw.

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You sighed, rolling over onto your back while hanging off the side of the motels bed looking at Dean who was sitting across from you at the table scrolling through his phone.

“Hey Dean.” You said, although it came out with more a grunt, taking more effort than you had expected.

“Hmm?” He hummed turning off his phone slipping it onto the table with one hand and grabbing his beer with the other, slowing taking a sip.

“Im bored.” You said bluntly flipping back to your stomach still keeping eye contact.

See it was Valentines Day. The day that normally would be spent out at a bar, getting tipsy and picking up your one night stand to be. But this year was different. Instead of you and Dean going out, Sam did.

Earlier that day you, Dean and Sammy made a bet. Which you and Dean both now regret. But anyways. You made a bet that whoever finished downed a beer fastest got the keys to the impala for the night. You’d thought for sure Dean would have one but you were wrong. Sammy pulled through and won first leaving all three of you slightly amazed.

The night started pretty okay. Dean decided to see if there was anything good on TV. Which there wasn’t so he moved on to a map he had grabbed earlier from the main entrance. It featured near by restaurants, attractions and activities. Eventually he found an add for this local bakery in town.

—

About two hours later it was now only just heading to 10pm. The two of you were stuffed with pie and other baked goods. But there was still an emptiness you both felt. With boredom slowing consuming you both, you looked around for something, anything to do.

Out of luck you reach to now. You laying on the bed watching Dean drink his beer.

“Here.” He said leaning over grabbing a beer and tossing it to you.

“Thanks. .”

There was a silence as you sat up and opened your third can from tonight, taking a swig.

You paused looking at Dean. Almost examining him, his every feature.

He was attractive you’d must admit. His eyes where your favorite. You’d get lost in them as cheesy as that sounds. You and Dean had known each other for about 5 years now. You use to be on your own. Hunting. When you stumbled apon the Winchesters.

You sighed sitting up properly now. Your legs crossed, facing Dean. “You know. You have… really… pretty eyes.” You said tilting your head and leaning forward like you were trying to get a better look. Dean looked at you confused, his face soft but slightly concerned. He let out a quite laugh and shook his head. “You really can’t handle your alcohol can you.” “Hey im just being honest man.” You said suddenly feeling a much more tipsy than you did 20 minutes ago. Again Dean looked at you. This time his eyes narrowing while he scanned you. Leaning bavk in his chair he shook his head and sighed running his hands through his hair. “What?” You asked a little to smiley. You were always a happy drunk. Everything would become hilarious making you suddenly laugh at nothing looking like a complete idiot. Dean opened his eyes leaning forward, his hands holding him up. “Your a virgin right?” He asked bluntly with zero emotion. Being in the buzzed state you were, you giggled falling back onto the bed. “I think so.” You said laughing, wiggling back and forth on the bed. “You think so? What do you mean?” He asked confused now standing making his way to you taking a seat on the bed by your head. “I mean I honestly don’t remember.” You smiled real big. “ like im probably not but who knows. Maybe I’ll just have to lose it again.” Looking down at your messy hair and smiling face, Dean let out a chuckle moving the few strands of hair that was, out of your face. You froze slightly. Your eyes watched his fingers as they moved clearing your vision. Lifting your arms you threw them back over your head basically bitch slapping Dean in the process. “Ouch. Damn it Y/N. ” He said grabbing your hand with his. You found that very entertaining, making you laugh like crazy. dean loosened his grip slightly as his hands now went from your hands to your head ruffling your hair. You made a pouty face while shifting your body upwards and turning to Dean. You suddenly felt sad for slapping Dean. “I am.. sO sorry Dean.” You said practically falling but also kindof jumping into his arms. Falling back he let out a grunt. “Y/N! What are doing?” He asked as you partly laid on his chest looking at him. You giggled once more looking at his cheek where your hand hit him earlier. “Can I kiss it better?” You asked smiling. Deans shook his head sighing. “You know. I think im gonna start spending more of my Valentines Days with you.”