#i was 8 and they left me in the car when i fell asleep and when i woke up i left the car and the front door was fucking locked

[sk3l3t0n444]

shes mad

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐏𝐭.𝟒 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong needed to show you how much he liked you. But he couldn't help but wonder how long he could dance around the fact you were his best friend's sweet, innocent daughter.

『Word count』 : 2.35k

-> Genre: Fluff. Romance. DBF.

Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Nightmares. Slight unspoken trauma. Wet dreams. Flirtish texting. Flirting. Romance some spicy thoughts. mention of sex. mentions of fooling around. lots of staring and pinning. Hongjoong IS the standard. Fluffy, so very fluffy. Insecure thoughts. Reader fell first, but Hongjoong fell harder. Whoops.

Note: Sorry I didn't post last night, I wanted this to be longer, so i had to scrap and start again. But it's done now, hehe. Also, special tags to @mingis-prince @likexaxdaydream @itza-meee @dinossaurz @nopension @mysteriousrainsworld @therealcuppicake for interacting and loving this little series. ♡♡

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Turning the key in the lock of your door, you sigh finally entering your quiet home. Chucking your duffle bag through the door and down the hall, you manage to kick off your shoes and lug the rest of your bags inside. You were sweaty, tired, and plan out annoyed right now. Sexual frustration was not something you needed but here you are. Once the ordeal in the car was over, Hongjoong helped you out of the car, tucking himself back into his pants before exiting the vehicle himself. he bid you goodbye saying he’d see you soon. How soon you didn’t know, but you were fearing to ask, becoming too busy with feeling his lips on yours as he pushed you up against the door of the car. You had hooked up a leg around his waist, moaning for more while his lips explored your jaw and neck.

‘Go home and get some rest angel.’ His words still rang in your head as you showered and hopped into bed. It was just past mid-day but you were so tired, you just closed your curtains and slipped straight under the covers. It didn’t take long for you to pass out, drifting off quickly into a dreamy land where all you could think about was Hongjoong taking you, tasting you. Loving you….

-

You had woken up in shock, your nerves feeling shot and hot. It was like all your senses heightened. You hadn’t realized you were having a nightmare until you managed to jump yourself awake. You raked your fingers through your hair feeling the sweat on your brow. This is odd, you thought. You weren't someone to have nightmares, then again you don’t think you’ve ever had nightmares. It wasn’t something your brain did, yet here you were, shaking, reeling over the images your cruel mind had painted. Hongjoong didn’t want you, he was just using you. He just wants to fuck you and leave. He wasn’t going to be with you after taking your virginity.

You felt so stupid. Of course, an older man with years of experience wouldn’t want you as a partner. He just wants some fun, a distraction from his life. You didn’t know how long you cried for but when you finally left your room you noticed the clock on your dining room wall read it was almost ten-thirty. You rubbed your swollen eyes, grabbing your phone off the kitchen counter. You yawned checking your notifications seeing your father asking if you made it back already then complaining you had fallen asleep without calling him. But what caught your eye were messages from an unknown number, the unknown you quickly found out to be Hongjoong.

‘Hey, I got your number from your father. Sorry if that’s weird’ - sent at 8:35 pm

‘I had a really fun time with you’ - sent at 8:36 pm

‘Would it be too forward to ask if you want to go out tonight? I can’t stop thinking about you’ - sent at 8:45 pm

‘Angel did you fall asleep?’ - sent at 9:48 pm

You felt your cheeks hurting at the last one, smiling brightly. It almost made you forget about the anxiousness you were feeling moments ago. You sat down on your couch, staring at the text bubble. You didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to go out? But where? Was he referencing a club? Or a fancy restaurant. Maybe he just wanted to catch a movie… do people his age go to see movies?! you cringed thinking just how childish you could be. Did he think of you as childish? Young? God, you were overthinking again. 

“Okay!” you huffed out, shaking the thought, while sitting straight up. You held your phone with two hands, tapping your thumbs on the screen, sending your thoughts before your mind you take it back…

‘You wanna go out? Where?’ - sent at 10:35 pm

‘No hello? I thought better of you princess.’ - sent at 10:35 pm

you blushed, locking your phone for a moment, and staring at the ceiling. You could practically hear him call you princess. The was his whispers so lowly in your ear while his fingers would be so deep in yours—a ding from your phone shattered your thoughts, looking at the bright screen you read a new message he sent.

‘I wanted to take you out to dinner. But honestly, I’d do anything as long as I get to be around you’ - sent at 10:37 pm

Your heart was jumping, thumping so deeply in your chest that you felt like it was about to burst right out. As long as I get to be around you.. that was the smoothest thing you’ve ever read in your life. He was so charming, a gentleman and you kind of forget that from all the interactions of him spilling filth in your ears. You tried to message back as casually as you could;

‘Dinner sounds fun. But won't everything be closed by now? We don’t have reservations.’ - sent at 10:40 pm

‘Don’t worry about that. Just dress nice and meet me out the front of your apartment building.’ - sent at 10:41 pm

You shut off your phone, practically jumping to your feet. Your nightmare was long gone as you picked out something to wear, deciding on a long pink sundress with little strawberries and a white corset belt to make it look a bit more classy. You found a matching colour shall, finishing your outfit with some white docks with frilly pink socks. You chose to pick them cause, let's face it, you couldn’t wear heels. You’d end up looking like a fawn just learning how to walk and break an ankle or your foot. 

Once you were finally finished you grabbed your phone, seeing it was about ten minutes since Hongjoong sent his message. You couldn’t wait another moment, locking up the doors as best as you could, running down the stairs since the elevator was down—yet again—getting to the exit in no time. You looked out onto the street, feeling the air nip the tip of your nose and eyes slightly water at the change of temperature. “God Doll, you look like you’ve run a marathon.”

“Haaaa.” You pant out closing your eyes. You could hear the older man chuckling at your antics. The way your hair was slightly frizzy. How your chest takes a large batted breath and your corset sits slightly askew. Your face was flushed and red, and his mind went south a tad. He shook it away for a moment, walking up to you. You finally opened your eyes, seeing the broad man was almost flushed against you. He had basic dusty almost black jeans on, one of those old man belts. The dark brown ones that have been worn for years, and no one knows where to get one other than fathers or elderly men. He was wearing a different black shirt. A looser one. It made him seem more relaxed and more… comfortable.

-

His car was nothing other than lavish and chic. You’ve never sat in such an expensive car. It felt like sitting in pure diamonds. The leather was soft, and the velvet on the chair detail was magnificent. The radio wasn’t playing, unlike the way you used it as a way to kill the silence in your car. But rather off, letting you and Hongjoong sit in a comfortable silence. His hand never left your leg as soon as you took off. Him driving is one thing, but him driving one-handed. You felt like you were about to melt onto the chair, and by the thin fabric you were wearing, you’re praying you didn’t.

“So are you taking me?” your voice came out a lot shaker than you would have liked but you tried to brush it off nonetheless.

“Somewhere special.” He cooed softly, lovingly squeezing your thigh.

“Special? We don’t need to go somewhere expensive and extravagant, you know.” You laughed. You didn’t need him to spend money on you, cause you knew if given the chance he would. He was just that type of person. He had bought your father over five hundred dollars worth of Lego one time because he wanted to. You still remember the look on your father's face, as if he was about to have a heart attack with how many boxes were stacked in his home office. 

“I want our first date to be lavish. I want to treat you like royalty. Is that too much to ask?” He grunts, briefly smiling in your direction before looking back to the road. You gulped, feeling a wave of butterflies dance in your tummy. Your fingers began tugging at the hem of your dress, feeling a red blush creep on your cheeks.

“Our f-first date…” that’s what he had said. He thought of tonight as a date. Not just hang out time with two friends. The car came to a stop, not noticing you were standing outside valet parking. He unclipped his belt, turning his attention to you with a cheeky smirk on his beautiful features.

“Of course, this is our first date, and I wanna treat my girl to an unforgettable night.” his words made you suck in a sharp breath, not even hiding the way his words affected you. His girl. His. Your heart was doing flips right now. You looked away from him for a moment, hoping it would help calm the racing thump in your chest. But your eyes caught onto the dimly lit restaurant. It was like no one was even here.

“It looks closed. Are you sure we can even get in now?” You had no clue what the time would be. But given you left your place around eleven and you’ve been in the car for about twenty minutes. You knew it was already much too late for anything to be opened. He just clicked his tongue, hopping out of the car, circling the bonnet and stepping in front of your door, opening it for you. 

“Like I said. Don’t worry about it.” he let out a hand for you to take, which you grabbed happily, letting you out of the car. He pulled you snugly against his body, using his free hand to pat down your ass, moving the fabric so he could fall nicely on your figure, he was so attentive, and observant. It made your heart so full of how caring he is. You walked to the front door, your arm snaked tightly with you. Your hand resting snugly on his bicep, you could feel the way his muscle tenses under your fingertip. You had to shake any unholy thoughts that were crossing your mind as you entered the empty restaurant.

There was a row of candles, leading into the building. You turned to Hongjoong seeing his smile had grown brighter, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Well go on.” He let you go, letting you walk slowly down the aisle of lit red and black candles. All the tables were empty and unmade, chairs missing and most likely packed away but in the centre of the room was one table with a beautiful white cloth and a cute little dull lamp in the centre. There was a red curved couch hugging around the dark oak table, gifting anyone who sat down a more intimate setting. You felt tears begin to swell at the sight, no one had ever done something so romantic for you before but now that you mentioned it, your previous one and only partner probably didn’t have a single romantic bone in his body. 

“J-joongie..” You didn’t even notice the pet name as it slipped off your tongue. Hongjoong did, and god did it make his heart skip a beat. He wanted everything to be perfect for you. He wanted, needed to tell you how much he cared. Not just for the sex but for your company. He liked having you around. He loves hearing you laugh every time he says something funny. He loves the way your nose scrunches as the bubbles of the champagne tickle it. He loves the way you love food and describes all the joys and flavours and styles to cook. God, he was thankful now he didn’t give you a home-cooked meal. He would have been too afraid of your critic pallet tasting his mediocre dishes. 

His eyes would crease and smile at everything you say or do. And the outfit you wore made him fall for you even more. Your style was such an opposite to him, but yet it matched him perfectly, like two peas in a pod as his mother would say. If she was here, she would be yelling at him about ‘How have you not asked for to marry you already’. insecurities would settle in soon at that thought… You both like each other. Want to be with each other. And yet. You were his best friend's daughter. You were half his age younger. God, he wished he had met you on the street randomly. Maybe then the relationship would have been easier. Your father would most likely hate him. Heck, would he hate you afterwards? Seducing his older, very single, and very hot friend? 

Forbidden love…

And as the night drew on, you would shimmy closer and closer in the rounded couch until you were flushed next to him. He would talk about his work and his plans in life. And you were speaking about your own ambitions. And, of course, they had to match. Everything was so perfect. Right down to the movies you both liked and the music you both listened to. You were equals in every way.

The question that circled both your minds now was… how long could you keep this a secret?

[foreingersgod]

what if like you did a CC x reader fic with Good luck, babe! And like reader is like Caitlins gay awakening and stuff…

Good Luck, Babe! . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: Good luck, babe! by Chappell roan

A/N: i’m aware that in a good chunk of my cc fics that it starts with reader and cait “just hooking up” or something like that, so i swear this will be the last time i do that 😭😭

It's fine, it's cool

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

the sun peaked through your linen curtains, making your eyes flutter open. you glanced over at your phone, 8:30, and over to the left side of your bed where she laid. she was sleeping peacefully, sheets pulled up to her collarbone, hair spewed in different directions against one of your pillows. she looked so beautiful like this. having her naked, in your bed, was truly a blessed sight to see so you cherished it whenever you could.

as she snored softly, still deep in a dream, you turned over on your side to look at her properly. you let your fingers run across the prominence of her collarbone, toying with the hem of your sheets that hid the rest of her gorgeous body. you watched as her lips parted with each breathe, how her nose twitched, and how her faint freckles danced across her cheeks. she was a sight for sore eyes.

not much later, her eyes fluttered just like yours had moments ago, yawning as she stretched for the first time this morning. she looked over, noticing you had been staring for who knows how long.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer” she laughed, leaning over and kissing your forehead before shuffling out of bed and starting to get dressed.

“no picture could beat the real thing” you grinned back. she looked over, smiling back at you, grabbing her keys.

“hey i gotta go, connor’s got this weird brunch thing that he needs me for, but um” she made her way to the door “i’ll text you”

“wait!” you stopped her before she could leave. she let you of the handle to your bedroom and turned to face you, giving you full attention. suddenly you felt vulnerable, still naked and barely covered by your sheets, laid right in front of her “would you want to grab dinner sometime this week? i know we meet up on fridays, but…i don’t know i thought it’d be nice to see you sooner”

“um…yea…you know i’ll have to text you or something” she shuffled around, avoiding eye contact. “it’s just that me and connor…he’s still my boyfriend…”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes “yea, yea i know”

“well i can’t just go out with you all the time like we’re girlfriends. me and connor are still together”

“even if you’re in my bed every weekend?” you scoffed “whatever, caitlin, i get it”

she just stared at you, not wanting to pick a fight. instead she opted for a sigh and left your apartment, leaving you alone and wanting.

you wished she didn’t have to pretend. you wished the two of you ended up differently.

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

you shouldn’t have let yourself get this attached to someone you knew you’d never be able to have. you intentionally put yourself in situations with caitlin, hoping that, in some magical fantasy in your head, she’d fall for you. but you knew her. you knew about connor and you knew that being ‘gay’ was no where near something she was willing to accept, wether you were in the picture or not.

you found yourself constantly thinking back on all the times you’d realized that you were in love other her.

when she fell asleep on your shoulder during a movie night with your mutual friends.

when you and caitlin decided to road trip to tennessee to visit a close friend who was graduating. you let her have the aux and watched as she hung out the window. sunset illuminating her face, wind rushing through her long hair, singing the lyrics completely wrong but she didn’t care. she was the sun itself, in your eyes.

when she came to your crying for the first time, sobbing about something connor had done. how she so angry at him and needed a friend to spend the night with.

when she came over a second time, completely distraught again. something about how she didn’t feel right, that her head was messing with her. she was having thoughts. thoughts about you, about women, and that she was having a crisis about her sexuality.

when she came over a third and fourth and however many amount of times, when she opened up about those thoughts with you. asking you if you would help her. asked if you would take her to bed, to relive some of her thoughts. make her feel good, worship her like connor could never do.

but your crush never went past that. taking her to bed and waking up with her already gone most mornings, shooting you a ‘thank you’ text and saying she’d see you next friday.

I don't wanna call it off

But you don't wanna call it love

You only wanna be the one that I call baby

“caitlin, can i talk to you for a second” you asked, moving her hands away from the waistband of your shorts.

“yea, baby” she said, calling you that like she didn’t know it destroyed you on the inside to hear it “what’s up?”

you bit your lip, nervous to pester her with this again, but you don’t think you can handle it much longer. this secret sleeping around situation was taking a toll on you and you don’t want to be waiting around for someone that will never come.

“i love the time i get with you so so much” you began “but i don’t think i can keep doing this”

“i’m sorry, what?”

“i just don’t feel like being something you keep on the side. or like being a secret for that matter. i’ve had feelings for you for a very long time and it’s very clear that you don’t feel the same, so i think we need to call this off if that’s the case.”

“oh my- are you serious?” she furrowed her eyebrows, voice raising “i don’t get the privilege to just come out and tell everyone i like girls, YN. and regardless, like i’ve told you countless times, me and connor are still together”

“but why, caitlin?” you matched her tone “do you even love the guy? cause last time i checked, you don’t even spend time with him anymore. why? cause you’re always here with me playing fucking house! i don’t care if you don’t want to come publicly out, but…but i don’t think it’s fair that you treat me as some play thing for when you want to play pretend!”

she tugged at her hair in annoyance “jesus fucking christ, YN. whatever this is between me and you…it’s not love, alright? i thought you wanted this?! you’ve been more than willing to fuck me every time. so i’m not really understanding why you’re so upset!”

you felt sick, like you were genuinely going to puke. she was a mess and you’re not going to be her experiment for when she’s having trouble with her sexuality.

“just fucking leave, clark” you shook your head “i’m not doing this with you anymore. come back when you’re ready to figure yourself out.”

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

after that night, caitlin was a disaster. she was choosing to ignore what you said; about being in love, about connor, about everything. just because you fucked on the side didn’t mean she was gay…right?

she hadn’t been herself at all. she was screwing up at practices, forgetting about events and team dinners she needed to attend. she was starting to fall behind in classes, every part of her life was crumbling.

even when she laid in bed, inched over to the very edge of the mattress, connor snoring obnoxiously loud from the other end, she couldn’t stop thinking about the last time she saw you. things were never right with connor, she had always known that subconsciously, but it was becoming very clear how loveless this relationship truly was. but she brushed it off, tricking her mind into thinking that this was how things were meant to be.

she had been with men all her life, taught that this was what girls were supposed to do. so to imagine a life in which she ended up with you was just some silly dream that was meant to stay only as an unattainable desire.

for the nights that she couldn’t sleep, she would spend in the gym practicing, trying to shake off the truth that gnawed at the back of her head endlessly. this was good, she thought, basketball always made her feel better. it was her safe place. here she could leave her worries at the door and find comfort in the game, not even thinking about you.

but no matter how many shots she took, how many baskets she made, no matter how many drills she ran to make herself forget, she found herself coming back to the thought of you.

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

after about a month without you, caitlin had started to realize how much she was fucking up.

“caitlin, are you good?” kate had approached her after practice one day “you’ve been way off. and no offense, but your shots have been awful. what’s going on?”

“nothing” she plastered a fake grin on her face “nothing really, just been having a rough patch with connor, but we’re chill. just gotta lock in” she tried to joke.

kate laughed along, but she knew caitlin too well. there was definitely something up with her. but again, knowing caitlin, she needed to let her deal with it on her own.

caitlin had numerous people approach her about this. about her behavior and how she seemed to be struggling recently. but she brushed it off every single time, probably giving a dozen different excuses as to why she was acting in such a manner. she hoped that she would eventually believe them herself.

Good luck, babe!

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

you truly hoped that she was doing ok. you hadn’t heard from her in quite some time, not bothering to reach out to her in fear that you’d poke the bear and make it worse. all you wanted was for her to realize what she truly felt. wether it be in love with you or that she had never loved connor at all the begin with, it didn’t matter, you just wanted her to finally see how beautiful life was when someone found their true self.

you had been in her position before: unforgiving parents, no one to trust, you’d even had the remorseless religion to add on to all of the reasons why you felt like you couldn’t be yourself. and you knew what i took to get to where you are now.

caitlin believed that most things could be fixed by either ignoring it, or fixing it right away and never looking back. but this wouldn’t be the case now, you already knew, she would have to come to terms with it eventually.

And when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night

With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife

caitlin shot up out of bed, gasping for air, clawing at the sheets that seemed to be glued to her skin. another nightmare, she’d been having those recently. she looked over, squinting her eyes in the dark, making sure connor was still asleep. letting a sigh of relief go when she realized he was out cold.

her hands found their way to her hair, hands scratching at her scalp, elbows balanced on her knees. she was losing her god damn mind. she couldn’t stand him, she no longer held love for connor (not there was any in the beginning). with each passing day that she had spent with him, she found that her heart beat more and more for you each time.

And when you think about me, all of those years ago

You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

the idea of loving you was tormenting her every single day for the last few months. you were the reason she woke up every morning, the reason she worked so hard to win each game, and the reason she woke up the next morning and dumped connor. she was finally able to see clearly now, finally able to understand that she was madly fucking in love with you.

she realized that no matter how many times she fought the feeling or no matter how many times she tried to convince herself otherwise, that you were the one thing she breathed and lived for.

You know I hate to say it, I told you so

she didn’t even know what she was doing or what she was going to say, but she found herself making her way out of her apartment and into her car. she had to see you and tell you how wrong she was this whole time. that she was so in love with you that her body shook with it.

her heart pounded as she turned onto your street, immediately singling out your building and noticing your apartment lights were still on. her whole body must’ve been shaking with the way that she could barely put the car in park and unbuckle her seat belt. but she managed to make it up every flight of stairs and to your door where the shiny gold ‘103’ sat, practically antagonizing her.

her mind was on autopilot, not even realizing she had already knocked three times until she heard your footsteps approach the door. and suddenly there you were in all your glory, as beautiful as ever.

you were dressed in your comfy clothes, fuzzy cow slippers on your feet, hair messed up, and your necklace backwards. but she thought you were the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen.

“caitlin?” you rubbed your eyes in astonishment “what-um-what are you doing here?”

“hi” she breathed “i know it’s late, im sorry, really. but i just need to see you”

“caitlin i don’t want to do this again. it’s been months and you show up at more door suddenly at what? 12:40 in the morning? i thought i told you i was done with the whole charade.” you stated firmly, about to shut the door on her, but she wedged her foot between the space of the door before you could close it.

“no, no. it’s not…it’s not like that. i meant that i need to come clean to you”

still skeptical, you let her in, watching as she politely hung up her jacket. you ushered her to the couch, grabbing her a glass of water and preparing yourself for whatever she was about to confess.

“when you ended things with me,” she broke the silence “i thought i’d eventually get over it because i didn’t think what we had was all that serious. i was scared to admit that i didn’t love connor…and most importantly that…that i like girls.”

you looked at her solemnly, you knew how hard this was for her.

“and i guess is till don’t know exactly what i am, but…but what i do know is that i took you for granted and i treated you unfairly. you didn’t deserve any of it and for that i apologize”

“hey it’s…it’s ok now. yea i was upset with how things were going, but i’m proud of you now that you’ve recognized what you’ve done and you’re working on yourself.” you tried to reassure her.

“i really am trying” she stated “because i want to. for you.”

you watched as her eyes twinkled under the glow of your lamp, tears rimming her lash line. you noticed the way her nose twitched like how it did that one morning she woke up in your bed. and how she looked just as flawless as she did when you had met her.

“YN, im in love with you.” she blurted “i know i have no right to come here and say that. especially after i completely disregarded your feelings for me. i don’t expect you to take me back and try and love me again, but i just need to you to know that i have spent every day regretting what i’ve done”

there was another heavy silence again, filling the room instantly, encapsulating that words that rolled off of her tongue. you were honestly at a lost for words. of course you were still in love her, you never stopped, but now things were real. you were watching your deepest dreams unravel to you right in front of your eyes.

“You know…I hate to say it but” you said, watching as caitlin braced herself for what she assumed was rejection “…I told you so” you couldn’t hold back your grin, immediately falling into playful laughter as you scooted closer to her on the couch.

“i’m in love with you too” you finally admitted out loud for the first time in months.

her shoulders finally relaxed, exhaling after holding her breathe waiting for your response. she laughed with you, just glad to here you say those words.

“don’t scare me like that” she said, face inching slowing towards you “i don’t think i would’ve been able to handle the rejection”

“don’t worry, i don’t think i ever could’ve stopped loving you if i tried” you whispered, finally closing the gap between you. you’d kissed her many times before, but this would be the first kiss that actually mattered. “but i really did tell you so” 

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A/N: yayyy!! happy ending!! <3

[tyunzonlystar]

Bike ride (10:06pm)

Warnings! Sub!beomgyu, virgin!beomgyu, big dick!beomgyu, dom!reader, nipple play (gyu rec), strangers to ???, mentions of abusive parents, cuts nd bruises (injuries not sh), making out, pet names (pretty boy, mommy, baby, good boy, beomie, gyu) mommy kink, dick sucking? And unprotected sex (please use protection!)

word count: 1391

summary: Beomgyu snuck out his house to go on a bike ride and ends up falling off! :( but luckily you helped him..

smut under the cut!! MDNI‼️

You left your house about 20 minutes ago and decide to walk to the beachside a few minutes away from your apartment. As you were walking this boy kept riding past you until he fell off! You quickly run over to him and crouch next to him.

“Oh my god are you okay?” You asked him even though he now had cuts and bruises on his body

“Yeah im fine” he tried to move his bike off him “could you please help?” 

You nod your head and move his bike off him and help him up 

“Hey im y/n i live a few blocks from here so i can help clean you up if obviously you wanted?” 

He looked at you and smiled “really?”

“Yes”

“Your not gonna hurt me for like annoying your walk that was meant to be peaceful?”

“What? Of course not! I just wanna help you and then you can go home” you explained to him now having a bit of suspension on why he thought you were gonna hurt him so you decide to ask him as you two start walking back to your apartment.

“Hey i was wondering why you thought i was gonna hurt you? If anything is going on at home with whoever you live with you can talk to me or anything.. but you dont have to if you dont want to” 

The boy looked at you and nods his head to say he listened and appreciated your words

“Uhm i come out on my bike quite often at night when my family is asleep and i sneak out and come here often..” 

“Ohh so like its an escape for you then?”

“Yeah i uh guess?”

Soon enough you get to your apartment complex and you open the door and let him in first and then you walk towards the elevator and press floor 8. 

“Sorry you couldnt bring your bike in here.. but don’t worry the receptionist will keep it safe!”

The boy laughs a little as the elevator dings signalling your at floor 8. You walk out the elevator and the boy follows behind you as you walk to your apartment

“My apartment is kinda big and theres a spare bedroom incase you cant get home..”

“Thank you y/n you dont know how much this means to me..” He says just above a whisper. You make you way to your bedroom and grab your first aid kit

“Hey i never got your name..?”

“Beomgyu”

“Thats a pretty name for a pretty boy. Anyway sit down here” You pat a chair next to you and Beomgyu sits down with light blush covering his face from your complement. You open the kit and take out a antibiotic wipe and gently clean his cuts while he hisses in pain.

“Shit.. ouch” He mumbles

“Sorry..”

You finish cleaning his cuts and bruises and bandage them up

“Its 11pm and i dont want you riding home alone and my car is broke.. would your family mind if you slept here just for tonight?” You asked him

“Mm no they wouldnt mind..”

You nod your head 

“You can sleep in the spare bedroom but if you need me or anything you can come in my room”

Beomgyu smiles down at you on your knees and thanks you before asking another question…

“Could i sit on your bed uhm with you and we can just talk?”

“Yeah if you wanted i dont mind!”

“Really?” He asked surprised you didnt shout at him for wanting to be in your bed. You get off your knees and put the bloody tissues in the bin and put away the first aid kit and get on your bed and pt the space next to you. Beomgyu stands up and sits on your bed

“Y/n?”

“Yesss?”

“Can i tell you something?”

“Yes”

“I was on my bike earlier cuz i wanted to escape from my family.. i can’t remember if i told you.. but i wanted to escape from them because they uh abuse me.. so some of the bruises you saw were from my  dad as he doesn’t support what i do..”

“Oh well what do you do?”

“I play the guitar and livestream it and he doesn’t support me playing music.. it’s because he doesnt want me to make more money than him since he gets really bad pay days like he doesnt get alot of money and my mom she pays for the bills and my dad uses her but my mom also abuses me but she does it mentally.. and earlier today my dad smashed my guitar while i was livestreaming…”

You nod your head and listen to him carefully.. 

“Im so sorry thats happened to you Beomgyu and im thankful you trust me to tell me considering we met a few hours ago..”

He smiles and nods his head.

A few hours go by and you dont know how you got onto the topics of your sex like but you did and beomgyu kept a pillow on his lap.. you  knew why but didnt say anything until the question came around..

“Are you a virgin?” You asked him and he shuffled slightly as he face went a crimson red as he slowly nodded and soon enough you found yourself on his lap heavily making out with him as you slowly grinded down on his lap.. He whimpered. 

“Holy shit..” you thought growing wetter at his moans and noises.

You run your fingers through his long oreo hair and pull away from the kiss

“Are you sure you want this? I mean your a virgin and we dont know eachother super well..”

He eagerly nodded his head

“Okay Gyu if its what you want” you shrug as you sit between his legs and pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees and his thick long veiny cock hit his stomach.

“Jeez baby your huge” you say as you watch the pre-cum drip down his shaft. 

“Ready pretty boy?”

“P-please!”

You took that as a yes and kitten licked his tip before taking little by little in your mouth slowly bobbing your head up and down while jerking the rest you couldnt fit in your mouth

“Y-y/n! Fuck fuck fuck!” He whined loudly as he gripped onto your hair

“‘m gonna c-cum.. please let me mommy” his whimpers bounced off the walls of your bedroom as your hands reach up and rub his nipples as he chanted your name like it was a ritual as he came in your mouth and of course! You swallowed.. you dont want his cum going to waste did you?

“M-mommy want your p-pussy..” 

“What do we say when we want something baby?”

“P-please”

“Good boy”

You get of the bed and shimmy your pj pants off and let Beomgyu tale your panties off

“Go on take them off for mommy”

His hands slowly took your panties off and he threw them on the floor as you hovered above his cock

“Ready?”

He nodded once again as you slowly sank down on him. You stopped halfway to try get used to him stretching you out and a few seconds later you took him all in your gummy walls.

“Hnng.. f-feels so good..” He moans as you start bouncing on his thick girthy cock 

“Doing so well for me Beomie.. so pretty.. fuckkk!” You praised as he hit your sweet spot 

At this point the only noises were skin slapping and both of your moans and whimpers

“G-gonna cum” Beomgyu whimpers as he bucks his hips to meet yours

“Cum for me baby” you whisper in his eat as you kiss his neck and leave nasty dark purple splotches on his neck and collarbones. He bucks his hips up to meet yours one last time before he releases his hot load into you and soon after you cream on him and collapse on top of him

“Did so well for me.. im surprised your a virgin with that cock” i laugh and he laughs back 

“Ill get towels then you can shower and we can go bed” you say as you get off his cream covered dick and go get warm towels to clean the both of you up..

After your both are cleaned up and in comfy clothes you two fall asleep cuddling….

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[ifancyharry]

Dinner and snuggles at the studio

Word count: 1.7k

What it is: in which YN and her daughter bring Harry dinner at the studio, and he asks them to stay; fluff; dad!Harry

First attempt at writing dad!Harry, let me know if it's any good, please!!!! i love feed backs

“C’mon baby, don’t yeh wanna see daddy?” YN cooed as she gently unbuckled her daughter from the car seat.

It was around 8 when Harry had texted her, asking — begging — her to bring him something to eat, as he was stuck on a song and couldn’t afford to interrupt the creative process (at least, that’s what he wrote in the text).

YN had consented, because she could only imagine how much effort it took to write a song, and if she could be of any help to her husband, she would do whatever it takes. Even if that meant waking their 2 years old soundly asleep in her room. It wasn’t like she could’ve left her alone, and YN thought it would be nice eating together, even if in the studio.

So, after not so little fussing from her daughter, she managed to buckle her in the backseat, where she’d almost instantly fallen asleep again.

After picking up Harry’s favorite takeout, YN made her way to the studio, driving through the empty streets of London.

Perching her daughter up against her hip, she picked up the takeout bags from the passenger seat and locked the car with the keys. The toddler whined against her shoulder, probably disturbed by the locking beep sound of the fancy car Harry had gifted her a couple of years back.

“Shh, ‘s okay” she soothed her.

YN rang the doorbell and waited for the door to be unlocked, and once the buzzing sound of the door resonated in the quiet air, she pushed it open and walked in. The studio was empty since it was a Sunday night, and YN walked through the hallways light on her feet.

Once she reached what she knew was Harry’s part of the studio, she knocked on the door and then peaked her head in.

Harry raised his head quickly from his position on the couch, his eyebrows raised and a gleam to his eyes as soon as she walked in.

“Hi baby!” He smiled brightly, but YN was quick to shush him, “she’s sleeping” she explained, caressing her daughter’s back gently.

Harry nodded understandingly and got up from the couch, taking the bags from her fingers and placing them on the little table behind him.

“Thank you, my love. Proper angel yeh are” he said, leaning in to peck her lips lightly.

“‘S okay” she smiled, tilting her head to kiss him again.

Harry parted from her lips quickly as soon as he heard a whine coming from his daughter, still propped up against YN’s hip.

“She’s a bit grumpy” YN explained, “she was already sleeping when you texted”.

Harry’s lips closed in a pout, and he tilted his head to the side to look better at his daughter’s face.

“Give her t’me” he said, picking the little girl from her mum’s arms, “there yeh go. How are ya? My little angel” he propped her against his chest and cradled her head with his big hand, caressing her hair with light fingertips.

“Mmh, nooo daddy” she whined, snuggling closer to her daddy’s chest, “tired”.

“Oh, yeh tired?” He cooed, and when the little girl nodded against his hoodie, he leaned down to press a kiss to her hair line “daddy’s here now.”

YN looked at them with soft eyes, her chest feeling warm at their exchange.

Harry sat back down on the couch, his little girl asleep again on his chest, snuggled against the fabric of his hoodie.

YN picked out Harry’s salad from the bag and opened it for him, picking up a plastic fork and handing it to him. She took out her sandwich from the bag and unwrapped it, plopping down on the couch next to him.

Silence fell between them, the only sound being heard was their daughter’s soft breaths and Harry crunching on the salad leaves.

Once they were both finished eating their dinner, YN leaned her head against his shoulder and looked up to him.

“How’s the song coming?” She asked, stroking his hair back from his forehead. Harry closed his eyes tiredly, finally feeling the tension relieving as YN massaged his scalp soothingly.

“Mmh” he hummed, “fine. Slowly comin’ together”

“That’s nice” she smiled, placing a soft kiss against the skin of his jaw.

“Sorry I haven’t been home much… how’s she been? Is she good to yeh?” He asked, speaking in a low voice as to not disturb his daughter.

“‘S okay”, she reassured him, “and she’s fine… a bit grumpy when tired, just like her daddy” she teased, biting jokingly at his cheek.

“Heyyyyy,” he whined, pouting his lips, “‘m not grumpy”

“You are” she giggled, leaning in to press her lips against his, kissing his pout away, “but I love you anyway”

“Love you so much” he whispered against her lips, tilting his head forward to deepen the kiss.

YN shifted her body to be more comfortable, her leg bending at the knee against the back seat of the couch so she could sit facing him.

She placed a hand against his jaw and caressed the scratchy skin of his cheek with her thumb. He licked her bottom lip with his tongue, and YN gasped, allowing his tongue to brush past her lips and dip into her mouth.

Before he could deepen the kiss any more, they both felt their daughter shift on his lap, two little pudgy hands coming up to knuckle at her tired eyes.

YN parted quickly from Harry’s lips, smiling down at her daughter, “hi, bug”

“No kisses” the toddler pouted, pushing her mum’s face away, “‘s my daddy”

YN looked to her bewildered, and then shifted her eyes to Harry, that was giggling with his head tilted backwards.

“Yes, m’angel, ‘m yehr daddy” he giggled, cradling his daughter’s face with his hands and placing big, loud kisses against her chubby cheeks.

YN pinched the skin of his bicep between her index finger and thumb, and Harry whined loudly, “heyyy, what’d you do that fo’?!”

“It’s not funny, Harry! This is your fault. You spoil her too much”

It wasn’t the first time their daughter had showed her possessive side, but it had never come to the point where she’d push YN away from her dad! It was true, it was Harry’s fault, he spoiled her so much, and not only with material stuff, but also with attention.

“Sshh, she’s just a baby” he laughed, tickling the little girl’s tummy with his fingers. The baby giggled and fell against her dad’s chest, squirming in his hold. YN playfully rolled her eyes, crossing her arms against her chest and turning her back to them.

“Look what yeh did, bug! Made your mummy sad” he pouted at his daughter, that looked up at him with her big green eyes, not fully aware of the situation.

“Sad?” The little girl repeated, her voice laced with worry.

Harry exaggerated his pout and nodded at her, “yeah”

“Daddy fix it! Fix it!” She shouted, tugging on the neck of his shirt to grab his attention.

YN listened to their conversation, trying hard not to laugh. She felt Harry’s palm sneak through her shirt and he started tickling her side, then passing to her belly. She chocked out a scream, laughing hardly as Harry kept tickling her.

“Stop, stop, Harry, please, please!” She begged, crunching down on herself hoping to escape his ticklish fingers.

“Are you finished bein’ sad?” He asked.

“Yes! Yes! I’m happy, I’m happy, please… please”

She breathed out a relieved sigh once he stopped, and he leaned in to kiss her neck lovingly.

She turned around and smiled at their daughter reassuringly, “mummy was just joking, baby”

The little girl nodded and plopped back down on Harry’s lap, snuggling against his chest.

“Yeh tired again?” He chuckled lightly, brushing the hair from her face.

“Maybe we should go, leave you to work?” YN asked her husband.

“Stay a while… we can leave together in an hour, two at most” he pleaded, holding his hands up together in a praying motion.

“Harry… I’m tired, she’s tired” YN protested.

“Yeh can sleep here! I’ll wake ya when ‘s time t’go. Couch’s very, very, very soft, I’m sure you remember…?” he winked, alluding to that one time Harry had called YN in the middle of the night, so hard it hurt, and begged her to come and help him with his problem.

She scoffed, swatting scoldingly at his arm, “what about your car?”

“I’ll get someone to take it home with me tomorrow, c’mon…” he pleaded once again, “you know I love havin’ you here — both of you. And I don’t want you to drive late at night” he raised one hand to caress the skin of her jaw with his index finger, and YN leaned in his touch, closing her eyes and debating on her decision.

She was tired, and she wanted to sleep, but she also knew she wouldn’t get any sleep until Harry came home; and the thought of driving this late in the night when she was this tired, and with her daughter actually frightened her, so she nodded her head and “okay” she said, tilting her head to kiss the palm of his hand.

“Thank you” he smiled, relieved, “lay here on the couch, I’ll sit on the floor” he got up from the couch, his daughter cradled in his arms, and waited for YN to lay down.

Once she laid down, he placed their daughter next to her, against the back of the couch so she could snuggle against her mum’s body, and YN started stroking her hair soothingly as she shifted to move on her side, giving her back to Harry.

Harry picked up his guitar, put his headphones back on his head, and started strumming it, finding the right melody for his song.

YN fell asleep instantly, soothed by his gentle humming resonating in the quiet room.

Every once in a while, when Harry felt lost in his creativity process, he would turn his head to look at his girls, snuggled on the couch behind him, and he would feel his heart beat hard against his chest, the inspiration quickly coming back to him, and he would crunch down and write on his journal words upon words of how much he adored them.

[krashoutluv]

Can you write something with:

After a long night of casual light hearted talking, Reader eventually falls asleep. AK!Jason falls asleep next to Reader for the first time and is a little surprised when he wakes up? (Poor boy probably hasn’t had proper sleep for a while.)

my draft deleted itself the first time (lord give me one more chance.)

AND THEN IT NEVER FUCKING POSTED?? I STG IM SO SORRY ANON I THOUGHT I POSTED THIS FOREVER AGO. MY SHITTY ASS INTERNETTT 😭😭😭😭

Ak!Jason Todd falls asleep with reader for the first time!

Jasons witty remarks and your giggles filled the room, it was late night, he came back to your place early and got wrapped up in the madness of watching “Bullet Train.” Jason didn’t necessarily fill his time before he met you with catching up on movies, so this was an interesting change from what he was use to seeing as a teenager. At first he stood behind the couch, then becoming very fixated on the movie he decided to sit down next to you and watch slightly more comfortably.

To say the least, he enjoyed it. You knew he did when he started rewinding it, picking up on the small itty bitty details that foreshadowed the pursing events. When he picked up on a few of them while chatting with you, you two mutually agreed to just rewatch the movie. Halfway through he noticed a heaviness, his eyebags. Unfocusing on the movie he noticed another heaviness, you, asleep on his shoulder. Groggily deciding to move you once the movie ended, incase you woke up on your own from the cinematic gunshots and crashes. He refocused back on the movie, it interested him how something so simple could turn into an absolute comedic madness.

Yeah he fell asleep like ten minutes later.

…

“Happiness hangovers.” Jason hadn’t gotten use to such sudden bursts of positive emotion whenever he talked to you. It left him tired, more tired then one of those nights where he was running around tracking three different guys in the entirety of Gotham city. It left him depressed, he only realized how alone he was when he left you. But when his eyes fluttered awake, Jason was greeted with your body still on his shoulder, he felt okay. He hadn’t felt so simply good in such a long time. The sun was out, cars just starting to pile together in heaps of traffic, pigeons murmuring to each other. It was weird, he wasn’t tired. 8 AM could be read on your TV, could two hours of extra sleep really feel so good? Or was it you? He pinched his nose, his thoughts meshed into one as he tried to think coherently. He slipped you off his shoulder onto the couch, placing your head so gently on a pillow. Jason walked into your bedroom grabbing one of the sheets and returned back to you, tucking you in.

‘God, what am I gonna do now? Give them a kiss on the cheek?’ He paused. Seriously considered it. And then left.

…

REOPENING MY INBOX BC I FEEL HORRID. FOR NOT GETTING THIS OUT. IM SO SORRY.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Don’t Be Embarrassed

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summary: after a sex marathon with your husband joe the previous night, you head downstairs for breakfast and have a seriously awkward interaction with his parents.

(this is a tiny part 2 to - part one)

warnings: talks about sex, no actual smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n's pov)

when my alarm went off at 8, i immediately hit snooze.

i wanted to go back to sleep but remembered the plane that joe and i were going to have to catch in just a couple hours, so i slipped out of bed.

joe was still dead asleep, looking incredibly peaceful.. so i left him alone.

the first thing i did was get dressed in my traveling outfit, and putting my hair in a messy bun before i made my way downstairs.

"mommy!!" - savanna jumped off the couch and came flying towards you

"good morning sweetie, how'd you sleep?" - you picked her up and put her on your hip

"good, i had good dream." - savanna

"what was your dream about?" - you

"dada bought me puppy!" - savanna

"he did?? what did you name your puppy?" - you

"uh, i dont remember.." - savanna

"oh you don't remember.. okay. what would you name your puppy if you got one?" - you

"marr!" - savanna

"oh my gosh, you'd name it after ja'marr??" - you

"yup. put me down? i want to play with my barbies!" - savanna

"yes, of course." - you sat her down

i watched sam run up the stairs to her room before i walked into the kitchen. robin was cooking and jimmy was drinking coffee while sitting at the island.

when i walked over to the fridge to grab a water i noticed both of them giving me weird looks.

"what?" - you laughed nervously

"did you sleep good last night?" - robin smiled

"yeah actually, i didn't even hear you guys come in. i was dead asleep." - you

liar.

"mhm." - robin looked at jimmy for a second then turned back to you

this interaction was really weird so i was more than thankful when i saw joe walking downstairs and into the kitchen.

"morning guys" - joe smiled

"morning, joey!" - robin gave joe the same weird look

"what's that look?" - joe laughed

"nothing." - robin grinned

joe looked at me confused but i returned the look of pure confusion.

"did you sleep good?" - joe asked, trying to start conversation and end the silence

"mhm." - you pulled him into a hug

joe kissed my head, as i laid against his chest. robin and jimmy were still looking at us with weird smiles on their faces so we quickly pulled away from each other.

"what time did you two end up going to bed last night?" - jimmy

"uh, i don't really know. i was asleep before you guys got here. do you know?" - joe

"uh, nope." - you

"that's kinda weird because we heard quite the commotion last night" - robin

both joe and i tensed up, not knowing what to do.

"you guys know the guest room is right under the master bedroom, right?" - jimmy

"oh god." - joe sighed

"so you guys.." - you

"heard y'all? yup. coulda gone my whole life without hearing that." - jimmy

"oh my god." - you covered your face with your hands

"it's fine though, don't be embarrassed. it's not like we didn't know you guys engage in that.. activity. i mean you guys have a kid so we kinda knew.." - robin

"yeah you guys are married adults, don't be embarrassed. but, joe honey you sound like a cat dying.” - jimmy

"i don't think i sound that bad..." - joe mumbled

"he’s overreacting, joe. after i heard it though, and well realized what i was hearing i put my noice cancelling headphones on.” - robin

"all i had were pillows to put over my ears, thank god i was super tired and fell asleep quickly. i’d probably end up sleeping in the car.” - jimmy

"but really, don't be embarrassed. you guys are young and having fun." - robin

"okay, sorry about that though." - you

"it's fine." - robin smiled

"yeah guys, it's all good, i'm only slightly traumatized." - jimmy

"jim." - robin rolled her eyes

"as much as i'm loving this conversation about our sex life.. i'm gonna grab some toast and finish packing." - joe

"i'll be up there in a second!" - you told joe as he grabbed a plate of toast and started walking back upstairs

thank god that joe’s parents love me, plus i’ve already got the ring on my finger so there’s no getting rid of me.

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authors note: small little part two as a goodnight!!

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[sunsetkerr]

SAMMY'S GIRL | s.kerr

summary: headcanons on your relationship with sam.

pairing: fem!reader x sam kerr

notes: love these, let me know if you want more. send any asks/thoughts/questions about sammy's girl that you would like to, I would love to chat xx

knowing sam since you were kids (like 7-8)

you hated soccer (refused to call if football)

your family was mad about real football (afl, obviously)

and sam played footy with you at the same club

but when she first started playing soccer at age 12, she fell in love with it

consequentially, forcing you- her best friend

into loving it too 

(no matter how much you refused)

bye bye afl

she would talk nonstop about players who she loved 

Ronaldo this 

ronaldo that

who the fuck is ronaldo

you didnt care

you were just glad sam was happy

you only really started to care, when you realised how talented sam was

even though you hated soccer

you showed interest for her

because wow, she was good

you would go to her games on saturday mornings 

wore her club jumper to games

and would sit in the car on cold mornings with her parents

honking the horn if she scored

sometimes cheering out the window

you gradually learnt more and more about the game from sam

it became her entire life

and because sam was your entire life, it became yours too

at sleepovers you both would stay up and watch games

her nudging you awake when you were falling asleep

her shaking you awake if her favourite player scored or there was a dodgy penalty/free

you detested staying up late for soccer games, but if it made sam happy you would do it

as you got older and went to high school, sam was being taken more seriously

local news outlets were getting hold of how talented she was

scouts started coming out to her games

it was suddenly all about sam and her talent

(about time)

you watched her first game for the matildas in 2009 against Italy when she was subbed on

you cried when she stepped on the pitch, screaming as loud as you could

she heard you

that night, hugging her after the game, you realised that sam wasn't just your best friend

you continued to support her as you went through school

sam was playing more and more

it was getting harder to stay in contact

she was flying around the world with the matildas, playing game after game

training after training

match after match

but you didnt mind

because you knew that she would always come back to you

and she did

you spent the time that she had off together

spending december holidays together

christmas at your place, new years at hers

every moment that sam was home she spent with you

thats when she realised that you were more than her best friend

on the night of sam's first goal, she tied the game against north korea

you cried again

you couldn't help it

you were just so proud of her

she backflipped on the pitch, something she had been practicing since you were little

(something she had been trying to teach you do to since you were little)

afterwards, she ran over to near where you were sat in the stands with her family and celebrated with you

you knew you loved her in that moment

that night, in her room

you kissed

you were sharing the hotel bed, both crammed into a king single

like you had done all throughout your childhood

and you told her how proud of her you were

leaning into the silence, sam kissed you 

after you both just stared at each other

"I'm sorry" she said

"don't be" you whispered back

and you never spoke about it the next morning

sam went off to play world cups

you stayed home and watched every game you could

messaging her phone throughout

she gained more traction, she was only getting better and better

and she knew that you were always behind her

you were her rock

you kissed again after sam's first world cup

it was on your 17th birthday

it was just the two of you, everyone else had left for the night

"when do you leave again?" you asked her

"I fly to Brisbane next week" she told you

you didnt say anything after that for a while

just sat in silence

you laid facing each other once again, just like you had the year before

and it was unspoken what you both wanted to happen

you moved your head closer to hers

she did the same

"I dont want you to go" you whispered

"I know, but I have to"

"I know" 

more silence

"I'll miss you" she said

"I'll miss you more" 

in that moment you made up your mind

and you kissed her

"I really like you sam" you told her

"I really like you too"

from then on, you both were unofficially together

there were no labels for your relationship

but everyone already knew that you both were a package deal

sam and y/n

y/n and sam

so no one suspected a thing

it went on like this for years

you went into your 20s together

watched sam become more and more successful

she made strides in her career and was signed to perth glory and then to sky blue

she won awards on awards

scoring more goals than majority of other players

she was a star

sam was traded to chicago

that hit you guys hard

but you weren't together.. so?

what could you do?

you spent every moment you could talking to sam when she was awake

vice versa

sams world involved two things: football and you

no matter the awards or the accolades, you were the biggest prize in her eyes

she thanks you profusely in her young australian of the year speech

she is so grateful every day to have you

as you were trying to stumble your way through uni

sam would try her best to fly you out to games so she could see you

call her selfish

she doesn't care

she just wanted to see you

in 2019 she was signed to chelsea

and whilst you were over there watching a match

the country went into lockdown

you were stuck in London

going home wasn't an option at that point in time

so you stayed with sam

and even after lockdown was lifted

you stayed with sam

you both realised the going back and forth was stupid

you loved each other

she told you so

you were watching an old football match

sam engrossed in the game, trying to watch for technique 

when you completely broke her out of her trance by screaming at the ref for a shit free kick

she watched as you shouted at the tv

and then she said without thinking

"I love you"

with the biggest, goofiest grin on her face

you just stared at her, eyes wide

she had told you that she had loved you before

but you both knew that this was different

and so you said "I love you too sam"

that night you finally discussed labels 

and sam officially asked you to be her girlfriend

you quite liked having the title after however many years of waiting

but she was worth the wait

so you moved all your stuff over to London when you could and started your life in London with sam

travelling back to Australia when you needed to

or when you missed home a little too much

and you watch every game that you possibly can

and now.. you even call it football

[neo404]

can you do something where nick had a long day of filming and comes back home to his bf just waiting for him in his bed ?? it can be either smutty or fluffy idc ily 😚😚

Long day.

Summary: Nick comes back and demands cuddles after a long day.

Tw: cursing, Nick complains about his brothers a bit??

Note: no smut and kinda short

I was laying on Nicks bed waiting for him to come back, he and his brothers went out to record a car video maybe two hours ago. Nick has been working a lot lately, he has been sleeping late and eating less, so as his boyfriend I came by more often to make sure he is taking care of himself. Tonight, I’m sleeping in so he doesn’t sleep at 4 am and wakes up at 8 for a reunion.

After a while I get a message from Nick saying that he is coming back. I smile at my phone and send him a picture of me laying on his bed and a message that red ‘waiting for you’. So, I waited, maybe 20 or 25 minutes and I heard the front door open and faint voices on the kitchen and living room, I hear Nick telling them to go to sleep and his steps growing louder as he walks to his room, when he opens the door, he lets out a big sigh and kicks his shoes out.

“Hi, how was the recording?” I ask standing up and walking to him, I put both of my hands on his chest and move them up to his shoulders and massage them.

“Very tiring.” I nod as I help him take of his shirt and unbuckle his belt. “Maybe it’s because I haven’t been sleeping good lately.” I nod and lead him to the bed, where he sits and I grab the pajamas that I prepared for him right after he left. “And also, Matt and Chris have been insufferable lately, like, leave me alone.” I hum as I put the comfy shirt over his shoulders and pull it down his chest when he puts his arms throw the holes. “I want to sleep.”

“I know, let’s sleep.” I kiss his cheek lovingly.

“But I wanna spend time with you. I have been so busy lately.” He puts the pajama pants on and scoots over so he is sitting with his back against the bed frame.

“It’s okay, if you are tired and need to rest you don’t need to force yourself to stay awake.” I sit besides him and hug him by the shoulders, my hand pushing his head to my shoulder and playing with his hair.

“Tell me about your day.” He whispers and closes his eyes.

“Well, today I woke up a bit later than usual so I had to go to a cafeteria closer to my uni to get my daily coffee. It was good, a bit sweeter than I’m used to but I still liked it.” I hear him hum softly. “Wanna lay down?” I whisper and he nods. So, I lay and his sleepy eyes watch me as I pat my chest softly. “Come here.” Nick smiles weakly and lays besides me, his head on my chest, I continue playing with his soft hair and keep talking. “Then I went to my classes, which were kinds easy today, I also ate with my friends in that Mexican restaurant near the park, we should go there, the guacamole is delicious.” I hear him hum again, his eyes ate closed and his arms are wrapped around me, I know he’s fighting back his sleep. “Then we went back for our final classes, the professor for our last class canceled and we went to buy a few things for Jay’s birthday. Then I went to buy the slushie I brought for you.” I can’t hear him humming or nodding anymore, his breath is slower, he fell asleep. I smile and kiss his forehead. “Good night.”

[mymelodymia]

Hey hun ty for writing my request with the bullying one I love it bby I got another one for you I promise this one's better and pure fluff 💗 so basically our Mikey man works to mf hard he has a younger sister(sorry I like the sister and big brother relationships there cute asf) like 7-8 surprises mike from work she makes him dinner, makes him a cute little bath, to the best ability an 7-8 your old can do lmaoo and idk maybe saves up some of her allowance and gets Mike something super nice and he's not sure how and is probably like "Baby where did you get this??" I don't fucking know but super fluffy and adorable. Ily hun ty! ✌🏽💜

aww, thank you sm for saying that and requesting again!

Best baby sister // Mike Schmidt x young!sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: just fluffy big brother Mike 🥰

Warnings: none :']

Age: 7-8

A/N: "mikey man" very funny 🤭

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You sat up in your small bed, you hopped up to say good morning to Mike. He was the only person in the world that mattered to you.

You walked into the kitchen and was greeted with the smell of bacon, you wrapped your small arms around him. He looked down at you, having not noticed you were there before.

He patted you on the back and returned to cooking. "Hi mike" you giggled, "morning y/n/n. How'd you sleep?" He asked you.

"Good" you answered, "good." He responded

"Thats what I just said" he chuckled at your comment, you were very sassy, of course.

"But i gotta go to work soon, okay?" He said strictly, pointing the spatula at you.

"Uuoohh, but why?" You complained "because, we need money right?" You groaned in response, you ate your breakfast with max instead. (Rude)

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there was one hour until Mike got home, you were playing with your dolls when you got the idea.

he works too hard, so you thought to treat him with a little something, you made him a very nutritious meal (microwaved mac n' cheese) and drew him a warm bath, overflowing with bubbles.

You also made a small fort in the living room, facing the tv. When you heard Mike's car pull in the driveway you ran out to him. You opened his door for him, and led him inside by your side.

You ran into the kitchen, passing the living room, Mike saw your fort and pointed at it. "Whats that?" He asked, but was quickly pulled away by you.

"Youre not allowed to see that yet." You said as you dragged him into the kitchen and sat him down. He chuckled as you sat across from him, a fork and knife in both hands, smiling from ear to ear.

You both ate your meals and you led him to the bathroom. He looked down at you, and kneeled down to hug you.

You shut the door and waited in the living room. He eventually emerged from the hall in a comfy sweater and soft pants.

He climed into the fort after you signaled for him too come in. He lied down on his stomach beside you, you both continued to watch cartoons for a while.

You rested your head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you tight.

He pecked you a few times before taking one of the many blankets in the fort and putting it over both of you.

You snuggled into his chest, his warmth comforting you as you listened to his heartbeat, you fell asleep soon after.

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The next morning after he left, you went out with max to surprise him, you had been saving up for months to buy him this. You handed the cashier tons of quarters to pay.

You folded it neatly and set it in a small gift bag. When he got home you gave it to him immediately, shoving it in his face.

He took it out carefully as max left to go home. He gasped as he read it. "Do you like it?" You asked as he kept staring at the hoodie that also had the words 'best big bro' on it.

"Do i like it? Of course i do! I like everything you give me!" He said picking you up. "But, how'd you get it baby?"

"Ive been saving up on my allowance! And searching the streets for some loose change" you said in a raspy voice, making a funny face as well.

He put it on and you both ordered a pizza, and you gave the delivery man the last quarter you had as a tip.

You ate three pieces before you complained about being to full. You fell asleep in Mikes lap while he was playing with your hair. He picked you up and tucked you into bed. Placing a kiss to your forehead.

He went to sleep smiling, still wearing the hoodie, of course he wouldn't tell you that he worked at the shop you bought it from and saw you get it for him but, he was still over the moon nonetheless.

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@white-wolf-buckaroo //

[writing-blog-iguess]

Online Matchup 9

Summery: Christmas has come and gone, but for y/n it couldn’t have gone fast enough. Y/N is going through some stuff, but so is Jason. That’s okay, they have each other.

Warning: angst, fluff, y/n is going through some stuff. So is Jason.

A/n: being left out from your siblings isn’t fun, 0/10 wouldn’t recommend. I know there are multiple versions of what happened to Jason, but I took this one from Batman: under the red hood. Even then, I there’s a chance I forgot or twisted a little.

And as always, feedback is always welcome!

Taglist: @teapartydreams

ao3 | Parts 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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Christmas

Opening your hotel room door, you dropped your bags once you stepped in, and stood there as the door closed behind you. Your Christmas was just as you expected it to be, and you aren’t surprised how it ended.

Rubbing your face with your hands a bit too hard, you wanted to sleep but you doubted you could.

Teeth, shower, clothes, bed. Teeth, shower, clothes, bed. Teeth, shower, clothes, bed. You repeated in your mind as you forced yourself to move.

Not that you wanted to do any of that, but needs must and all.

After grabbing your pj’s, you made your way to the bathroom and stared at the tub for a few minutes before making the decision of taking a bath instead.

While the tub was being filled, you brushed your teeth and other duties before stepping into the bath. You sank down, and let your mind wonder

Your morning had been fine, fun even. After breakfast, you all went to the living room to exchange presents. Since it was secret Santa, you had to guess who had who. It was fun, laughing at Ellie for thinking you had her when your brother did.

Afterwards, you played some card games before helping your mom with lunch. Everything was fine, it was fine. Until you walked past your sister's room and nasal something that wasn’t there before.

“When’d you get this?” you asked, stepping into the room to take a closer look at it. It was a model car, you weren’t sure what model though.

“Huh? Oh, Dad gave it to me,” Ellie answered, going back to her video game. “Everyone got one.”

“I didn’t,” you said, rubbing your nose.

“Thought you did.”

“Nope,” you said, turning around to find mom.

You shouldn’t have looked for her. Shouldn’t have asked why everyone got a present from dad.

Should have left well enough alone, but no you needed answers. And you got them, and a broken heart too.

Emerging from the water, you gasped for breath, taking in lungfuls of air. “Why does he have to be such an asshole sometimes?” you whispered to yourself. Not having an answer, you finished up your bath and crawled into bed.

Lying in bed, you curled onto your side and let the tears you’ve been holding all day go.

You were almost asleep when your phone made a sound. Scrubbing your face and reaching blindly for your phone. You let out a strangled noise when you read the name.

Why does he have such impeccable timing when it comes to your moods? Sometimes you wonder if he spies on you. But the thought is ridiculous and you shoo it away.

Jason (8:30pm)

Merry Christmas

Y/N

Merry Christmas

How was your day?

Jason

It wasn’t bad

There was a fight over which movie to watch

Popcorn was thrown

It was brutal

I think pillows were used too

Y/N

Sounds better then my day

The phone fell from your hands when it started ringing. Honestly you shouldn’t have been surprised.

Rubbing your eyes, you reached out and answered before it could go to voicemail. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he answered. There was silence for a minute before he started talking about his day.

“Honestly, you should have seen Dick’s face. He claims to be so graceful, but tripping over the couch, he never looked so offended. Like he thought the couch was just after him and no one else.”

You laughed, feeling the weight of the day ease from your chest as Jason continued to talk. And you knew what he was doing, distracting you from your day, and asking about once you feel better.

And the jerk, it’s working. So it was only a matter of time before you spilled the beans. And, to your surprise, you were okay with it.

“What’d he do? Fight the couch?” you asked once you stopped laughing.

“Wanted too, but Bruce shut that down,” Jason answered. “Not sure how you would even fight a couch though. It probably would look stupid.”

“I’m sure if anyone could figure it out, it’d be your brothers.”

“You’re probably right. Dick has hung from the chandelier a few times.”

“What? Why?”

“Don’t know and I’m not going to ask him for you,” Jason warned, though you could hear his smile.

“Booo.”

Silence fell when the conversation tampered off. “Do you want to talk about it?” Jason asked softly. You sighed and rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling blankly. “Is it your dad?” he probed when you didn’t answer.

“Yeah. It was fine. Today was fine, everything was fine. But then I don’t know,” you said, covering your eyes with a hand that wasn’t holding the phone. “Why does he have to be such an asshole?”

“What did he do?”

“Nothing, at least I don’t think so. I don’t know… I discovered that he bought presents for my siblings. When I asked my mom about it, she said that he had said that she wanted them to have something to remember him by in case this was the last Christmas we would all have together.”

“But you didn’t get one,” Jason said, filling in what you didn’t say.

“Like was I such a horrible child growing up? Did I do something to him to make him hate me?” you asked, voice cracking as tears pooled in your eyes. “Is there something wrong with me?” you said, voice small.

“No,” Jason replied without thinking about it. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Whatever it is your dad is going through, or whatever it is, you are not to blame. You once told me that you and your dad don’t get along because you’re too similar. Maybe he sees himself in you and that’s why he is the way he is. But it’s not your fault.”

You were crying now and couldn’t stop the tears. You rolled over and hugged the pillow tightly. “It doesn’t hurt any less.”

“I know,” Jason whispered. “Life isn’t fair but we do what we can and be thankful for the people in our lives. And love them for who they are.”

“Speaking from experience?” you asked, sniffing.

“Yeah. Someone I know said that Bruce was trying, that I should let him. And I’m trying it’s slow going, but at least it’s going.”

“Sounds nice,” you mumbled sleepily. You had stopped crying, and wiped your eyes.

“It is,” he said. And he switched the topic, causing a small smile to creep on your face. You listened as he talked, and found that you liked his voice. And how lucky you were to have found him.

You fell asleep as Jason talked about everything and nothing.

Some hours later, you awoke to a knock. Startled slightly, you look around confusedly before remembering you were in a hotel room and not your apartment.

The knocking continued, and you turned towards the door, eyes narrowing as if you could see through the door.

For a second you thought about going back to sleep, but you didn’t want the front desk calling you about the unnecessary noise at three am.

Sighing, you rolled off the bed and dragged your feet towards the door and opened it. You stared dumbly at Jason as he stood there giving you a small smile.

“Why are you here?” you asked before your brain could find its filter.

“You sounded sad,” he said, taking a step forward. “And no one should be alone when they’re sad. And it’s Christmas, I thought you could use the company.”

You’re not sure if he’s standing in front of you or the emotional stress of the day or if it’s everything that started the tears. But you know you're not surprised that you do start crying.

You barely see the alarm look on his face before he has his arms wrapped around you in a hug, and you're clinging onto him like a lifeline.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he whispered, genty moving the two of you into the room. The door falls shut behind him, and he’s gently rocking you, arms tightening around you. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

After a while, when your tears have stopped, you take a deep shuddering breath. “Feeling better?” Jason asked, rubbing your back. You shrugged, and buried your face further into his jacket.

“I need to stop crying on you,” you muttered, feeling him laugh though you smiled.

“I don’t mind,” he said, hugging you tightly. “Nice to know that you feel safe enough to let yourself cry when you're with me.”

“I always feel safe when I’m with you,” you said without hesitation. “Did you drive all the way here?” you asked after a minute.

“Can neither confirm nor deny that,” he answered. You moved back slightly to look at him. He gave you a smile and turned you around to push you into the bathroom. “Go wash up, and let’s go to bed. We can talk once you feel a little better.”

You hummed ready to argue, but you shook your head and did what he suggested. After washing your face, you took a minute to yourself, finding that you did feel better after crying.

Taking a deep breath, you left the bathroom to find Jason sitting on the bed, changed in pjs. “Seriously, did you just ditch your family just to comfort me?”

“Like I said,” he started, reaching over to grab you by the hips and pulled you towards him. Immediately, you wrapped your arms around his head, running a hand through his hair. Jason wrapped your waist and closed his eyes at the feeling of nails lightly scratching his head. “I’ll always ditch my family for you. Doesn’t matter where you are, you can count on me being there.”

“Saying things like that might get you a kiss,” you teased. Jason hummed, and tipped himself backwards onto the bed, bringing you with.

“Yeah, but I’m okay with waiting. Besides I’m tired, I don't think I have the energy to kiss you. Because if I do, I don’t think I’ll stop.”

“Fair enough,” you mumbled, moving around until you were laying on his chest with his arms around you. A comfortable silence feels between you as you let the sound of Jason’s heartbeat lull you to sleep.

“I’m glad you're here,” you mumbled just before falling into a deep sleep.

“Me too,” he whispered, placing a kiss on the top of your head before falling asleep.

You’re jarred awake a few hours later, though it only feels like a few minutes. You blink slowly, trying to figure out what has woken you up.

Eyes roaming around the room, you tried to find out what woke you up. When nothing jumped out, you closed your eyes and snuggled into the blanket. But that’s when you heard it. A pained groan came from behind you.

Sitting up, you turned to see Jason tangled up in the blanket, face twisted in pain. You reached out to wake him, but froze at the idea. You weren’t sure what would happen if you woke him up, if it was a good idea or not.

But Jason was in pain and that was worse than any night terror. Besides, what’s the worst he could do? Elbow you? Not really worried about the outcome, you reached out and shook him awake. “Jason?”

Evidently, being on your back with his hands snaked around your throat was not what you expected. To say you were surprised would be an understatement.

You don't know how it happened. One minute you're kneeling on the bed shaking Jason awake, the next, he tackled you onto the bed, win your airways restricted.

"Jason," you choked out, but he was not responding. And you can see it in his eyes that he was in a different place than here. You wondered where, but right now you can't question it. "Jason, please. It's me," you managed to get out only for his grip to tighten.

You're starting to panic slightly, afraid this might have lasting damage if you don't do something. Trying not to let the panic over take your thoughts you wiggle out one of your legs that's pinged underneath Jason’s legs.

"S...sorry," you choked out before kneeing him in the balls. Not hard enough so hurt, but enough that his grip on you loosened. With that, you plant your foot on his chest and push him off you. Shoving him until he’s off of the bed.

You roll away and onto to floor gasping for breath, only turning around when Jason calls your name

"I.. I don't know what happened,” Jason said, staring at you in disbelief. He took a step towards you and you couldn't help but flinch at the movement. Hurt crossed his features before he sealed that away. And your heart lurched at that. Like you were the one who had hurt him. And maybe you had.

"Right. Um, I need a minute alone," he said and all but ran out of the room.

At a loss of what to do, you just sit there on the floor, rubbing at your sone neck.

Half an hour into his sulking, he hears the door to the roof access open. He doesn’t have to turn around to know that it’s you, so he tracks your movement by listening to your feet crunching on the fresh snow.

He’s a little annoyed that you found him so fast, but pushes the feeling away. You had given him time for him to be alone. But not too much that he knows if he had, he’ll spiral into self deprecation.

His shoulders tense when you stand behind him, and relax when you drape his jacket onto his shoulders. You don’t touch him, and he can’t tell if he’s relieved by that or longing for you to. Maybe both, but he won’t voice it.

He watches from the corner of his eye as you turn to lean against the ledge of the roof he’s sitting on. You're not standing too close and facing the other way, a thoughtful expression on your face. Like you’re trying to solve world peace.

He spots the scarf around your neck, and something twinges inside of him. He knows what’s underneath because he’s the one who put those bruises there.

He shifts his eyes towards the horizon, and shuffles a little closer to you, you don’t mention it. For a few minutes, silence surrounds both of you, while Jason tries to figure out a way to say he’s sorry.

“Wanna talk about it?” you asked, breaking the silence first. Jason shrugged and he could see you studying him from the corner of your eye. He keeps his face neutral, or tries too at least. He’s tired and he’s done hiding.

“Kind of,” he answered, “but I don’t know…”

“How? Like the words are there but they get stuck?” you finished for him when he trailed off.

“Yeah.”

Silence falls, and the only things Jason can hear are the early morning commuters and your breathing as you take a deep breath.

“Then tell the moon,” you say after a while. Jason turned to look at you with raised eyebrows. “What?”

“You want me to tell the moon?” he asked, and you could only shrug. “It’s nearing sunrise, Y/N.”

“Exactly,” you said, turning to look at him with a small smile. “Tell the moon as it’s going down. That way it can carry your secrets away.”

“Why?”

Jason watches as your cheek colour, and you turn to look away. “I had a friend once, and we told each other everything. Sometimes, when it got too much for either of us and we didn’t want to know what the other was thinking. So we would turn off the lights and tell our secrets in the dark. There was no judgment from either of us, no arguments. Just the space between us and our secrets.”

Silence settles again, as he mulls over your words. After a time, he nods. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s give it a shot,” he said with a smile, which you return. Before he could start, you sat down and shuffled a little so you were sitting behind Jason.

Hugging your knees to your chest, you ignored the cold snow seeping into your clothes, you leaned your head back onto his backside and waited.

You felt his laugh more than heard it, and your heart warmed at the sound. “Whenever you’re ready.”

He didn’t talk right away, and you didn’t push. Knowing that this was probably something heavy and needed to find the right words. So you watched the sky in front of you. Watched it change colours, and marveled at how something you see everyday can be this breathtaking.

You're in the middle of studying the colours of the sky when Jason finally talks.

“When I was fifteen, I was in an accident,” he starts with, but the way he said accident made you think it was anything but. But you don’t press, not now, not when he’s finally opening up. “The building I was in blew up with me in it. No one made it in time to save me, and I was…stuck I guess. So I couldn’t have left either.”

You sucked in a breath as you imagined a fifteen year old Jason, scared and alone. Fire surrounded him, as he lay motionless in the middle of it. It was not a pleasing picture, and you closed your eyes to fight it off.

Jason leaned back putting a little weight onto your head, and it brought a little comfort. Knowing that he was here and alive.

“I’m not sure about the details after but…I’m pretty sure I died.”

“Then how?” you whispered before you could stop the words passing through your lips.

“Have you ever heard of the Lazarus pit?” You shook your head and could feel the shaky breath that went through Jason. “Basically it brings people back from the dead. The leader of League of Assassins uses it to heal his wounds and stays practically immortal. They had gotten a hold of my body and brought me back.”

“But not without consequences,” you mumbled when the silence got too loud.

“Yeah. When I woke up, I had this need to spill blood. Didn’t matter who it was, good or bad, I just wanted to hurt them. Kill them even. So I stayed there and they helped me control it. But there are days where it gets bad that I’m too afraid to leave the apartment.”

“How long were you there?”

“A few years. Five at the most I think,” he answered, “I came back when I realized that Bruce thought I was still dead. I didn’t take it well, neither did he.”

“I take it that’s why you have such a strained relationship with him?” you guessed. Jason hummed but didn’t elaborate and you didn’t push.

Silence blanketed the two of you as he left you alone to process everything. But there was something more to the story, something that would tie all this up. The reason why everything that had happened, happened. But you didn’t push, sensing that he wasn’t ready to say. So you promised to wait until he was.

“I won’t ever hurt you,” Jason voiced, bringing you out of your thoughts. “I promise, I’ll never hurt you again,” he vowed and you unconsciously brought a hand to your neck and tried not to wince.

“What happened last night shouldn’t have happened. I am so sorry for hurting you. But I promise I won’t hurt you ever again.” You could hear the unasked question in his promise.

Do you still trust me?

“I know.”

Yes, you answered, without a doubt.

And as if to prove it, you shifted over and heaved yourself onto the ledge beside him. You wrapped an arm around his, and rested your head on his shoulder. After a moment, he rested his head on yours. A silent comfort for the two of you.

And the two of you sat there in the cold, as one watched the moon sink, and the other watched the sun rise. And a heavy secret that sat between the two of you.

[jenniferjareauwife]

Hiiiii could you write a jj x reader where reader meets jj’s kids, doesn’t have to be daughter or son.

She's My Girlfriend

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 630

summary: you meet jj's boys

I gnawed on my lip nervously while staring out the window of JJ's car. We were on our way back from the work and I was meeting Henry and Michael for the first time. Michael was just barely a toddler but Henry was 8 and I didn't want to make a bad first impression. "Baby don't be so nervous they're gonna love you, ok?"

"It's impossible not to be nervous." I chuckles awkwardly as I chewed on my thumbnail. She took my hand from my mouth and kissed it before holding it in her lap.

"We're here. You gonna be ok?"

"Only if your kids like me." I flashed her my best smile, making her laugh a bit before she turned off the car.

I held my breath as we stepped in the house. Henry ran up to JJ and jumped into her arms, making both of us smile. "Hey buddy. I want you to meet someone, ok?" She held up against her, holding him up with her arm under his body

"Who are you?" He asker with a goofy smile, his long hair covering his left eye.

"This is y/n. She's my girlfriend." JJ's eyes lit up when she looked at me. I held out my hand for him to shake but he just pulled on my pointer finger while laughing.

"Do you kiss?"

"Yes we do." JJ confirmed with a soft laugh.

"Pretty." Henry said.

"I think she's pretty too buddy." I blushed at his and JJ's compliment. "We're gonna order pizza tonight, how does that sound."

"Yay!" He lifted his arms up into the air triumphantly. As if it was his cue, her younger son Michael started crying from upstairs. JJ sighed and suddenly had a tired look on her face, making my smile fall.

"Everything ok?"

"That's the sound that wakes me up in the middle of the night. I don't enjoy it." I frowned as I followed her upstairs.

She held Michael in her arms and slowly rocked him back and forth, kissing his forehead while whispering comforting words even though he couldn't understand them. "Anything I can do to help?"

"Do you wanna try holding him?" I nodded, taking her offer and holding Michael in my arms. It wasn't immediately but he stopped crying after about a minute. "You are never leaving this house again." She whispered. "You're my savior babe." She kissed my cheek, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind, taking in the silence. "Do you want to stay over tonight?"

"I'll never turn down a sleepover." I smiled and turned my head a bit so she could kiss the corner of my mouth.

"Thank you so much."

"Of course." I leaned down to plant a kiss on Michael's forehead, smiling as his mouth slightly parted. "He's so cute, you know that? You make cute babies." She blushed, squeezed me a bit tighter.

"We should have a baby someday." I couldn't help but smile at her suggestion.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, we should." I could feel her eyes on me from behind as well as her huge smile. "I think we would have really cute babies. I just hope it's a girl. Boys are hard to take care of." She sighed, resting her chin on my shoulder while staring at Michael's cute face as he fell back asleep.

"Let's do it."

"What?"

"Let's do it. Let's try for a baby."

"Really? Now? You want to?"

"Of course baby. Unless you don't want to, I mean Michael is only two-"

"No no. I want to try for one." She brushed my hair back from my face. "I want a baby with you honey." She kissed my cheek again. "I want a family, with you."

"I love you so much."

"I love you more."

[reidsc0nverse]

A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter Three)

Summary: Reader and Rossi spend some father-daughter time together in which they host an all out Italian dinner with the team. Leading to someone getting a little tipsy, enough to need a carpool back to her apartment and who better to take her than the one guy she finds herself to be a little flirty with

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk, other than not none!

AN: I really wanted to extend the relationship that Reader has with Rossi and I love the father daughter bond that I'm trying to portray here, but also further deepening her relationship with the one and only Spencer Reid.

Series Masterlist

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I'd be lying if I didn't admit I was waiting for the rest of that night for a text from Spencer.  

The thought never left my mind, so much so that for the next three hours I just so happened to stay up binging episodes of Buffy and occasionally glancing at my phone for a text.

I fell asleep soon after, still on my couch, and only just waking up to a knock on my door. I checked my phone to see the time, it being 8 am, and got up groggily to the door.

"You look rough." I hear come out of my dads mouth as I open the door to him.

"What are you doing here? It's way too early for me to be doing things." I say rubbing my eyes, trying to wake myself up completely.

He lets himself in my apartment and I shut the door behind him. 

"I wanted to spend some time catching up with you, is that so bad?" 

I shrug, "It is when it's eight in the morning." I say sarcastically and he laughs. 

"Look, let's spend the day together, how does that sound? And tonight I'm having the team over for dinner, maybe you can use this to your advantage." He tries convincing me.

I narrow my eyes at him playfully, "This seems like a scheme, Dad."

He laughs softly and pats my shoulder, "No scheme." 

"Fine, what do you have planned?" I ask, nudging him with my shoulder.

"Let's go to brunch, hang around at my place, then you help me show how to present some true Italian cuisine to your coworkers." 

I weigh my options, this or slumping around my apartment all day while looking over some paperwork. Yeah, option one sounds pretty good.

"Sounds good," I say to him smiling and he places his hands on my countertop.

"Well then go make yourself look presentable! I thought your mother would've ingrained into you her morning routine."

I laugh at that, my mom was always a morning person when I was growing up, waking up at the crack of dawn with her full face of makeup and attire that looks as though she was going out with her girlfriends everyday. Definitely something that dad was not fond of. 

I rush into my room, leaving my dad in the kitchen to inspect my apartment as I get ready. 

I slip on a simple but classy outfit, doing something with my hair to make it look like I haven't just rolled out of bed, despite that being exactly what I did, and going into the bathroom to brush my teeth. 

"You really did just get up huh..?" My dad said walking to me as I get out the bathroom. He sticks his hand out to my face and rubs my chin with his thumb, "I'm not gonna let you out the house with toothpaste still all over you." He says with a goofy smile and I roll my eyes playfully,

"Thanks Dad, how classy." I joke and he shrugs. 

"Shall we get going?" He asks and I nod.

The car ride to the brunch place included some semi awkward small talk about my mom, as well as me checking my phone every two minutes.

Still no text.

"What's up?" My dad asks, looking from the road to see me for a moment.

"Nothing." I say as convincingly as I can. Was I upset? Maybe a little bit. But it's not that big of a deal.

"You learn pretty quickly on this team that you can't lie to a profiler, so I'll ask again. What's the matter?" He asks.

"Just waiting for a text."

This time he looks at me completely, raising his eyebrows, "Oh? Is that so? What's his name?" He asks with a cheeky grin.

I roll my eyes, "Not like that, Dad."

He nods as we pull into the brunch place and huffs out, "Yeah, right."

Brunch went well, we talked about what I've been doing before he reached out to me again after not being with my mom and I for a couple of years. How he was sorry for not being there throughout my teenage years and only trying to build up a relationship with me after my first two years in college. It was nice to hear it coming out of him to my face, and I could tell he was genuine.

We are now staying in his house- er, mansion, while he prepares all of the ingredients to make one of our favorites, baked mostaccioli.

I check my phone again, still nothing. Whatever, I should probably stop fixating on it anyway.

"Y/N, come help." I hear my dad call from the kitchen. I walk in and he hands me the block of parmesan and the grater, he's a firm hater of pre-grated cheese.

I start getting to work as he begins, "So, how are they all treating you?"

"The team? They're all super nice. I really like Emily, she's awesome." I say and he looks up at me.

"What about Reid?"

"What about him?" I can feel the red on my face.

"He's a real rambler that's for sure."

"He's nice."

He eyes me a little bit, "Mhm. You two have been getting along?"

"Yes, I would think so." I ask with a slight laugh.

He brushes it off a changes the subject as we continue to prep everything.

After a couple hours we actually start cooking the food and we hear knocking on the door.

"I'll get it" I tell my dad as I walk to the door to see Hotch and Emily, and I must say, Hotch looks a whole lot different when he has a smile on his face and he loses the suit.

"Y/N! Hey" Emily says and brings me into a hug, while I let them in the house where Hotch and my dad already start their chatter.

"I brought wine." Emily says with a grin on her face as we sit down on the couch.

It doesn't take long for everyone else to arrive, Derek, Penelope, and Spencer all arrive together and I welcome them in.

Penelope joins Emily who's pouring herself a glass on the couch as Derek follows her. I shoot Spencer an awkward smile and let him in as I close the door behind him.

We all sit around the couch chatting (and drinking) as my dad now forces Hotch to be his sous chef instead of me.

"So wait- you graduated two years early AND was valedictorian?" Emily asks after they ask me about myself before the BAU.

"Well, salutatorian, but close enough." I laugh, and she shakes her head.

"You're gonna give pretty boy a run for his money." Derek says and claps Spencer's back.

"Yeah right, didn't you graduate college at 16?" I ask him and he nods with a smile. "Plus, I'm no genius. I just worked really hard and my mom decided preschool was a waste of time and put me in elementary school early." I shrug.

"Better than me." Emily huffs with a laugh.

"Dinner is served." My dad shouts from the kitchen, we all settle around the dining table where the platters are set out, the mostaccioli as well as some panzanella and of course, breadsticks.

Emily looks at the meal, "Is this a fancy lasagna or something?"

My dad looks up at her with all seriousness, "Say that again and you're never invited to my house again."

We all laugh, but I know that he's only semi-joking and we sit and enjoy the dinner together.

After a little while we all finish and everyone settles back into the living room to share stories and drinks. I decide, however, to help out a little bit back in the kitchen and clean up some stuff.

"You know you don't have to do all of that" My dad says as he comes to get another bottle from his special cabinet.

"It's the least I can do." I say, he shrugs and walks to the others when I hear someone else walk in.

"I promise I got it" I say, thinking it was my dad again but turn around to see Spencer standing by the counter. "Oh sorry," I say and he shakes his head, "Don't worry about it."

"So.." I say. Great start Y/N that's not awkward at all.

"Do you need any help? I know you said you got it but Emily wants you back over there soon, I can help you finish a little quicker."

"Yeah, sure, if you want. Just start putting everything in the dishwasher." I request and he does so while I rinse everything off in the sink first.

"You're pretty impressive, you know that?" He says.

Oh boy, I can feel the blush creeping up on my face. "It's not that big a deal. Like I said before, it's just dedication and hard work. I'm sure you can relate to that."

He nods, "Yeah, but it's still a great accomplishment. Soon enough, if of course you actually go for it, you could become the youngest member in the BAU. Of course I'd still have the youngest age to get in but you get the point."

"Only by ONE year dingus." I say, shoving him.

He laughs, "Two actually." So he was 22 getting in, go figure.

"Oh well excuse me" I say playfully and he smiles at me, we finish the dishes and go sit with everyone.

Emily hands me a drink and we go on about god knows what and everyone kind of does their own thing, my dad and Hotch go be adults somewhere in the backyard while the rest of us are left to occupy ourselves.

Penelope and Derek are playing a drinking version of never have I ever with my dads bourbon and Emily is trying to convince Spencer to take a chance at dancing but he stays in his place on the couch.

"You're too sober for this, come on Y/N" Emily says pulling my arm.

"What are we doing exactly?" I ask with a giggle and she drags me to the stereo, looking at the cds.

"He has nothing good, this sucks. I'm guessing you're not carrying a cd of your own."

I laugh and shake my head no, "Wasn't planning on having a dance party when I was told we were having a dinner."

Penelope rushes over to us with her iPod in hand, "Fret not my pretties, I have just what you need." She plugs in a cable to the stereo and then to her iPod.

Just in time my dad walks in, "What in hell are you guys doing?"

We all laugh and Derek comes to the rescue, "Calm down, old man, we just need to see your moves."

"OLD MAN??" He asks, "I'll show you old man." He continues and lets us continue to play something.

The rest of the night goes as this: my dad getting a little too groovy and having to sit down after not even three minutes with Hotch laughing the most I've ever seen. Emily and I attempting to recreate that one dirty dancing scene, however Derek and Penelope definitely were a better duo than us and Spencer just watching it all play down.

Once it gets a little late everyone settles down and decides to start heading out.

"Princess Penny and I are having one of my friends drive us home, we'll see you guys later." Derek says as the two of them walk out and Emily follows soon after.

"I'm gonna grab a taxi, have a good night yall." she says.

"Yeah I should get going too, thanks Dave." Hotch says as he heads out.

My dad looks at Spencer and I, "Y/N, are you staying here or-"

"I can take her home" Spencer says, which makes me shoot my eyebrows up.

"Okay kids, have fun goodnight, I've had enough party time." He says walking out and Spencer stands up and faces me, "Is that okay?" he asks.

I nod and bite my tongue as I smile. "Yeah that's good."

We walk out and I get into his car, him entering the drivers side. I give him my address and we start driving.

"You and Emily's dance routine was um, definitely an interesting attempt." He says with a laugh and I giggle at him.

"She almost lifted me up."

"Like three inches off the ground." He snickers and I smack his arm.

"Hey how come you never text me?" I ask, of course the words escaped my mouth before I could even understand what I was saying. Oh well.

His face went red, "Oh, I don't know, I guess I was nervous."

"What do you possibly need to be nervous for. It was just asking to get coffee together, not asking me to marry you." I joke.

He obviously got a little antsy at that, "I, um, well I dunno."

I poked him in the cheek, "Do I make you nervous, Spencer?" I tease.

He smirked a little bit while the blush on his face only increased. "Why would you make me nervous."

"You're avoiding the question."

"You need to get some sleep, sober up a little bit."

"I'm fine Spencer." I smirk and he pulls in front of my apartment complex and puts the car in park.

"Do I need to walk you to your apartment?" He asks me as I unbuckled.

"If you want." I smiled and he quickly got out, I used my key to get into the building and we got on the elevator to my room.

"Here's mine.." I say as we stand in front of the door.

"I'll text you this time." He says with a small smile on his face.

"Good." I say as I start to open my door.

"You do, by the way."

"Sorry?" I turn before walking in.

"To answer your question. You do. But in a good way. Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Spencer."

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WHEN HOME BECOMES YOU CHAPTER 8

/ Hello!! HI!! I am so excited to drop this chapter it was so scrumptious to write.

/ As per the Poll (Which is now deleted) you loves asked for this Chapter tonight, I am here to give.

/ I forewarn, I have not proofread it this time. I am far too tired to try that tonight. So I will likely proofread and edit tomorrow AM.

/ As always thank you to @maximumkillshot for guiding and giving me ideas. And @taeminsung who is always quick to text me their reacts. Love you both!!

/ Last notes for now, I have a work schedule change coming up. Saturday will become the posting date for this fic. Baring any health complications I will update if there is a delay or of we're on track for the drop. This week will only have this chapter (Unless I get ballsy but with my flare up probably not). So without further ado here we go!!

/ Genre: ANGST, fluff, comfort, cuddles

/ Warnings: Blood (Reader and Bin), PTSD, panic attack, Screaming, crying, injury (Axel, and reader), wound care, SWEARING BECAUSE IM A FEIND (If I miss any comment below I'm very tired..)

/ Summary:

Changbin sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he followed the rest down to the vehicles. It wasn’t as though he slept. Your constant presence at his side that night just eased the tiredness that took time to come. Now he was sure once he was home he would fall asleep like the dead. He was polite enough to bow to the concierge on his way out. Outside the main lobby he shivered, the short sleeve shirt he brought with him wasn’t enough to keep him warm against the chilled air. Winter would make her own debut in the coming months. 

“Changbin, where’s your jacket??” Chan asked as he watched the younger shiver beside him. 

“I must have left it upstairs in Y/N’s apartment,” the group groaned. Most just wanted to go home and to bed after their long day ended so peacefully. 

Changbin sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he followed the rest down to the vehicles. It wasn’t as though he slept. Your constant presence at his side that night just eased the tiredness that took time to come. Now he was sure once he was home he would fall asleep like the dead. He was polite enough to bow to the concierge on his way out. Outside the main lobby he shivered, the short sleeve shirt he brought with him wasn’t enough to keep him warm against the chilled air. Winter would make her own debut in the coming months. 

“Changbin, where’s your jacket??” Chan asked as he watched the younger shiver beside him. 

“I must have left it upstairs in Y/N’s apartment,” the group groaned. Most just wanted to go home and to bed after their long day ended so peacefully. 

“Well hurry up Bin we’ll warm up the car,” Chan tossed the key fob to him he was thankfully alert enough to catch it before it fell to the floor. 

“Thanks!!” He stepped back inside the lobby and made sure he was quick to head up to your apartment. It felt like hours in his tired brain as he watched the elevator climb higher and higher until it finally dinged on the 8th floor. When he stepped off his feet dragged him to the familiar blank door that belonged to your home. He knocked once, twice, thrice with no answer. He heard sounds beyond the wood so he was sure you were awake. They hadn’t even left your garage yet. Not even two minutes ago he was wishing you goodnight with a gentle hug on the way out. It wasn’t until he heard your scream that he leapt into action.

Changbin was thankful to find your front door had yet been locked. Though he was sure he could force it open if he had needed to. There was no time for manners, not when his blood ran cold at the idea of you in pain. The short hallway that was your entryway didn’t yield any results as to why you had cried out so desperately. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner that he caught sight of you. The space behind your couch, just in front of the stairs. Quickly he came to join you. He only stopped when his sneaker crunched on something. At a closer glance he saw a shattered picture frame. The picture that once lay within was cut apart by the glass. There was no time for him to figure out why the photo and frame had such significance. Not when he could see the blood trickle down your hands, it pooled into the cracks of the floor below you. The jacket he left behind was now used to push aside the glass that lay around you. His goal was to protect whatever part of you he could. The sound of the glass drew your attention upward toward him. But in the glassy light your eyes gave off he could tell you were not with him. Your mind elsewhere, not a registered part of this world. 

“Y/n??” He called as he stood above you, not far off to your left he saw your cell phone. A call still counting up the time at which you were on with that person. He didn’t pay much mind to it any further, not when he felt your hand clasped around his wrist. He winced as the glass embedded in your palms scratched at his skin. His blood now mingled with yours as it dropped to the floor. 

“I promise, I promise to be good,” he was confused, what had you meant when you said you would be good. Had you been bad?? Had he done something to make you think you weren’t good or kind?? Your hand dragged his forward until it settled into your hair. You forced his fingers into a fist your hair caught in his palm. “See, I’m good..I’m so good. Please..I’ll be good if you stop hurting them..please..stop hurting them. I’m here..I’ll be good,” his breath left him fast at the sight of you on your knees like that. You begged for harm to befall you at the expense of another. Tears pricked at his eyes as you continued to beg him for something he wouldn’t dare give you. It was then he realized yet again, you were not here with him. Your brain had cast you into a vast hellscape. One that made him a monster to you, a monster more than willing to usher in pain, to make an example out of your misery. 

“Changbin, what’s taking-“ from the doorway he heard Felix but paid him no mind as he knelt in front of you with his hand letting go of your hair. He didn’t face the Australian, not when you needed him more. Felix called to you, but you didn’t respond. Your eyes locked with Changbin as the battle behind them turned into a war. 

“Felix, figure out who’s on the phone,” the young blonde nodded as he scooped up your device and moved to the kitchen to speak with whoever was on the other side. Changbin studied your face once more, small cuts across your cheeks had him worried glass had settled into more than just your hands. The streaks of blood wet with your tears as they continued to wash over the scratches on your skin. There was no spark in your eyes. No fire. Not in the ways he had come so used to seeing, not in the ways he’d slowly begun to love. Gently his hand soothed over your tangled hair, his aim to fix what his hand had messed up. Though he was careful to not add to the blood that was all over you. “My sweet Whimsy, it’s me. Changbin. Can you hear me??” His voice was so light so soft all he wanted was for you to come back to the world around them. 

“I'll never do it again. I’ll never leave you, just don’t hurt them. Don’t hurt anyone else,” Changbin stayed calm as you continued to beg for something that he’d never give. Something someone else had taken from you. 

“It’s okay Whimsy. Look me in the eyes. I am not who you are thinking of. I am not here to hurt you. Come back to me Whimsy,” his motions slow, delicate in regards to you. After a few minutes he could see some light come back to your eyes. “Sweet Whimsy, are you with me??”  There was a pause as you looked around the room, then down at your hands. 

“Yes..” your voice croaked with the effort to speak through the soreness he was sure you had in your throat. 

“Good, can I help clean you up??” When you nodded he slowly lifted you off the floor by your elbow and walked toward your bathroom. He looked to Felix, then to the mess on the floor in hopes the younger would understand what he was trying to ask. Your bathroom was small, but Changbin didn’t care. Not when you needed someone to help you. Not when you let him help you. Something all the boys had wanted to do for a very long time.. He settled you on the toilet with gentle hands before he set a towel on your lap to catch the blood that dropped from your hands. “Where’s your first aid kit??” 

“Under the sink,” he made sure you kept your hands still over the towel as he reached for the familiar white box that contained all first aid needs. He rummaged quietly as he sat on the edge of your bathtub. The tweezers were first. He apologized gently as he pulled each and every piece of glass from your palms and fingers. It startled him that you didn’t flinch, you barely registered each glass he pulled free from your hands. Occasionally he noticed a nerve pull the muscles, an involuntary reaction to what he was doing. Your control was scary. He began to wonder how many times harm had come to you?? How many times had you experienced pain at the hands of another?? “Bin??” He had stopped moving. Tweezers poised over your palms as he got lost in his thoughts. 

“Just seeing if any needed stitches,” he smiled kindly at you before he put away the tweezers. “This will hurt, I'm sorry,” he didn’t want to add more to your pain, but he knew the next part needed to happen if you were going to heal. Changbin decided to grab a towel close by and soak it in the alcohol rather than dumbing it into your open cuts. This way he had more control over the situation. One by one he cleaned the cuts on your hands and face. The only noise that was heard in the room was the soft rustling of Changbin as he began the process of bandaging your wounds and the soft sniffles you let out every so often. “Want to tell me about it??” Whatever this was, whatever had you, his kind and stoic Whimsy sobbing on the floor in terror was something Changbin wanted to protect you from. 

“I’m not ready. I am too afraid,” that was all you needed to say. Changbin understood, maybe not to the full extent. But he did understand the desire to process, gather and heal from it all before you spoke about it. He would give you time. As much time and desire as you needed. So long as you understood he was someone you could come to. 

“I’ll be here when you’re ready,” there was a knock on the bathroom door, Changbin didn’t miss the way you flinched and cowered away as it swung open. “It’s only Felix Whimsy,” he relaxed when you settled at the sight of the young blonde. 

“Hey there Starlight. Are you feeling better??” Changbin’s heart sunk when you shrugged your shoulders. He reached out to you and gathered you in his arms. 

“Let’s get you on the couch,” he laughed softly at your squeak when he lifted you with ease into his arms. When you tried to protest he only held you closer as he took the short walk from your bathroom to the couch. He was sad you didn’t cling to him like he saw women do in the movies. But he didn’t blame you either. Your hands had been cut apart, the delicate soft skin was sure to scar as they healed. He was gentle as he settled you onto the couch. Felix was right there with a blanket and your stuffed bear. 

“Starlight, I talked to Ivory,” there was panic that settled over your features. Changbin watched as your eyes darted between both of them. Your waterline turned pink as tears welled up in them. In one quick motion your knees came up to your chest as you looked down, your hair now blocked them from view. 

“Did she tell you??” 

“No, she said she had wanted to. But you would have been upset. I agreed with her,” both males relaxed when you did, your legs flattened out over the couch, the blanket wrapped tight over your body. “She did, however, recommend a detective here in Korea. She said he is an old friend of hers. She wants you to go see him. Begin the process of ‘finally filing that shit’ her words not mine,” Changbin felt his heart swell when you chuckled softly. Silence filled the room as both men made moves to get ready and go. Though Changbin hesitated with every single step. He didn’t want to leave you. In fact his entire body revolted at the idea of you here alone. He’d rather stay, rather keep you safe beyond just the care of your wounds. He was so unsure, so helpless in the idea of how to ask. He feared you would reject him if he had. That you would shut him out once more.. Just as they stood you snagged both their pant legs. 

“I-I don’t want to go alone,” you had reached out to them..Changbin would not turn you away. Not when you so clearly asked for his help. At one glance he realized his personal schedule was so full tomorrow. His help would have to wait. “But I want it done,” 

“I can go with you Starlight. Come to the Danceracha house tomorrow morning. I’ll go with you. Binnie has a big schedule,” 

“I’ll move it, all of it. For you Whimsy,” 

“Don’t you dare Bin. You’ve done more than enough for me tonight,” 

‘I will do so much more if only you’d let me,’ he thought. 

“You have NIZI tomorrow, Chan will need you more than I will. Lixie will be perfect company,” Changbin chewed on his lip but nodded as he let you win, this time. 

“I’ll keep my schedule if you promise to call me..” 

“I can live with that,” you smiled softly to them both, but he saw how it didn’t meet your eyes. He saw you fiddle with the frayed ends of your bandage. He’d stop you if he weren’t afraid he’d hurt you in the process. For now he settled with resting his hand over your knee. His hands were so calm as he drew your attention back to him. 

“I will be here if you need me,” the uncut pads of your fingers came to rest over his hand on your knee. He was thrilled you felt comfortable enough to reach out to them. To finally let them in, even just a little. “I am going to walk Lixie to the cars. If you’ll let me, I'd like to stay. Just to make sure you’re okay through the night. I can drive you to Lix’s dorm in the morning,” he watched your eyes dart around once more, he was sure you’d protest to the idea. But deep in his heart he hoped you’d let him stay. Whatever you wanted he would do. He would respect every choice you made.

“Please stay,” Changbin could tell it was hard for you to make this choice. Hard to let people in. In his head he celebrated, but outwardly he simply nodded and soothed over your hair once more.

“I will be right back Whimsy. Can I tell Chan what happened??”

“Yeah, I trust him,” that was all you needed to say. He let Felix say goodnight to you once more before he followed the young male out of the apartment. 

“Lix, are you doing okay??” he was gentle as he asked, they all knew the empath Felix was. While he could handle any situation with remarkable depth and strength, Changbin also knew how much of a toll it took on him. Softly he chuckled as the aussie sagged against his side. His own arm wrapped around the younger to keep him close as they watched the elevator tick down.

“I’m okay, tired, but okay. I just don’t want Starlight to suffer alone anymore,”

“Me either Lix. We just have to keep trying. Keep being there for her,” Changbin felt the younger nod into his side as the elevator opened. When it had he scooped Felix onto his back as he walked to the front entry. The effect was immediate, from his back the blonde laughed as he kicked his legs in time with Changbin’s steps. It was only when he was beside the cars did he set Felix back on his feet. From there the younger found refuge in Hyunjin. Changbin made eye contact with Chan as the rest began to pile into the car; he motioned the leader to come out and speak to him. 

“What’s up Bin, everything alright??” Once clear of the prying ears the other members had Changbin nodded.

“Y/N had a panic attack. She didn’t really share what was going on. But she was pretty upset. I asked to stay over, to make sure she sleeps okay,” Chan nodded, and Changbin didn’t miss the worry that flashed behind his eyes before he settled back into the calm collected look he always had when he was deep in thought. “I won’t be late to schedule tomorrow,”

“That wasn’t even a thought Bin. If Sandy needs you then we will make it work,” Chan looked back at the vehicles before he nodded. “I’ll leave one of the cars here for you to drive tomorrow. Just give Y/N a hug for me,” Changbin nodded, he didn’t comment on the nickname Chan let slip for you. He himself was far too tired and preoccupied with your well being to tease his leader. He’d save it for tomorrow, while they got ready for NIZI. He waited on the lobby stoop while Chan rearranged the cars. After it was all settled Chan handed over a set of keys before he gave Changbin a squeeze to the arm. “See you in the morning,” Changbin waved the others goodnight from where he stood before he wandered back inside and up to you. When he returned he wasn’t surprised to have found you had fallen asleep where he put you on the couch not even ten minutes earlier. As gentle as possible he scooped you up. Blanket, stuffy and all tucked neatly into his arms as he walked up to your bed. He was happy that you didn’t wake at all as he settled you into your bed for the night. Changbin gently tucked you in before he wandered away from your side. He wasn’t sure he would sleep at all the night, not when there was an obvious threat that loomed over your safety. Still, he knew you’d be upset if he didn’t try. Beside your front door he spotted a baseball bat, he wasn’t sure the purpose you used it for. But tonight it would stay by his side as he slept on your couch. The blanket Felix had originally wrapped you up in was left behind on the couch. With one last glance up at your loft Changbin settled in for the night. That said blanket now wrapped around himself, the familiar scent of your shampoo wrapped him in warmth as he drifted off into a listless slumber. 

“PLEASE!! STOP!!” Changbin was up on his feet before he could even register what had happened, the bat in his hand he checked the front door. Still locked and bolted. “I’M HERE DON’T HURT THEM!! TAKE ME!!” when he heard you cry out again he took off from the front door to your room. At the foot of your bed he watched you thrash under the blankets he so calmly wrapped around you mere hours before. In seconds he was at your side his hand soothed into your tousled hair.

“Whimsy, darling it's a dream,” he called to you as he waited patiently to wake up from the nightmare. It didn’t take long for you to shoot up out of bed and latch onto the front of Changbin’s shirt. “Hey, hey it's me, Changbin,” his voice was low, gentle, and calm as he spoke to you. He waited for you to figure out where you were. Your eyes darted around the room then came to meet his as you began to calm. “Hey there Whimsy,” 

“Hey,” you sighed as you let your hands drop from his shirt. His eyes never left your body, tonight had done enough to you. Yet all it wanted to do was take more from you with every given second. Changbin settled on the bed beside you, not too close yet close enough that if you needed him he was there. Silence fell over the both of you. It was comfortable, and clear as though it was meant to be. He waited until he felt you were calm enough before he stood up to go back down stairs. “Wait,” he stopped as you snagged the hem of his shirt. “Please don’t go,” 

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with me here?? I don’t want to overstep,”

“I am. I’m afraid to be alone. Please,”  he hadn’t meant for you to beg. Because he would give you anything you wanted when you wanted it. No questions asked. 

“Okay Whimsy,” after you settled down beneath your blankets he joined you on the other side of the bed. He tried to not take up too much space, it was hard with his size sometimes. Yet he still tried his best to not crowd you on the bed. Changbin wanted you to come to him, he didn’t want to push your boundaries. So he settled down beside you, his back rested against the silken sheets, he felt awkward and stiff. It was when you reached out to take his hand that he finally relaxed against your bed. His fingers wrapped in your as he turned to face you. “Sleep well Whimsy. I will be here by your side when you wake,” 

“Thank you Changbin. For everything,” he watched you sink into your blankets, your eyes half lidded as sleep dragged you under once more. The soft sound of your breaths evened out with your slumber is what eased Changbin to fall asleep beside you. His hand in yours, he knew from that moment on he’d protect you at all costs.

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New message: Ivory: Please go see Himora, I know he can help. Axel made it through surgery. 

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[jocelynscrazyideas]

Do we have time? | Mackie Samoskevich x Reader

Summary: Mackie chose to leave Michigan for Florida. You wake up for a suprise.

Warnings: language, heartbreak?!

A:N- really short! Sorry, but a Quinn Hughes smut is coming soon!!

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The Michigan hockey team had just lost in the third round of the frozen four games. It’s been a week since Mackie had left for Charlotte.

~the day of the game~

“Michigan shoots! And they miss! We have 10 seconds remaining, will Michigan beat quinnipiac?” The announcer had informed us. They have a live stream play by play on in the family seats.

“QUINNAPIAC WINS!” the buzzer triggered. I see Mark look up, and followed by Nolan, and Mackie. I know they feel guilt. They were the last few guys that were in the ice, we had two guys in the box and we had an open netter.

The players shake hands and the bobcats celebrate for one last time before they skate off, the wolverines sit on the ice for a good minute.

Mackie skates off, shaking his head, I see him from afar, he has tears steaming down his face. The camera zooms into his face, he’s all red. The Jumbotron centered Mackie and he looks up, he sees me and tears up more.

I wait for Mack for a while outside the let locker room. Guys start to pool out and of course Mackie is the last one to walk out. “We need to talk.” Mackie voices.

He stares at me with this sad expression, his eyes are slightly puffy, he seemed to cry about something, his mind was occupied. I know it wasn’t just the loss, it had to be something else making him cry.

“No. No!” I look at him. I see Mackie look around. He hugs me, he stuffs his head into my shoulder. The crook of my neck filling with warmth, and Mackie cries into me.

“I know. I don’t want to go, not yet.” Mackie insisted, which I know he’s lying. He really excited deep down, but he didn’t want to leave me here in Michigan.

“Say it. If you don’t say it, then it’s not real.” I told him, I might just be wrong. I’m looking for clarification in his eyes. I’m clearly just dramatic. He’s not leaving-

“I’m leaving for Charlotte.” He cuts me off. I’m not upset, I’m proud.

I smile, and I catch him inside my arms. He hugs me as he strats to walk with me. His bag on his shoulder and me in his arms.

~present day~

“Movie?” Mackie walks into my room with his computer and a blanket. “I brought your favorite blankie!” Mackie informs me. He holds onto my hamstrings while I lay on my stomach pretending to sleep.

“I know you’re faking.” He flips me over. Mackie set his stuff on my bed as he jumps onto my bed. “I love you.” Mackie looks into my eyes. He whispers something that I can’t hear.

“I miss you already.” I cry. Today is the last day with Mackie in Michigan. He’s leaving tonight.

~

We watched She’s the man. THE best movie ever!!

Mackie held me until I fell asleep, and he got up, and left. He took his bags, and left me with his blanket. He wrote me a note for me when I wake up. I felt so overwhelmed with everything.

I woke up to the sound of cars leaving. It’s about 8:36 AM, Mackie is probably in Florida by now.

I go onto my phone and see a sweet message.

To my love,

I will 4ever miss the way you smell, the way you look at me when I say something stupid. Most importantly I’ll miss the late night talks. I hope you don’t get really mad, but I took some of your perfumes- only to use when I miss your presence.

I’m exhausted with all of the moving and the constant “welcome to Charlotte!” and the “nice to meet yous.”

I’m glad you and I had figured things out.

Peace and love, hardcore lover-

Mack the man 💗

I hate him. Why does he have to be such a man. I love him.

~

The letter he left me on my night table read:

Sorry, I love you so much… but I think we need to break up. I still love you, but I just can’t stay with you when I’m across the country. I hope we connect again soon. I also have decided to make my debut, but move down to the AHL, and play for the Charlotte Checkers.

-love Mack.

~

My heart dropped. He seriously ddint give me any time to fight him on this. We can make it work. We can!!

I feel tears bawling up on my eyes. I feel the stress and pain leave my body. My heart smashed through the floor of my bedroom. I can’t.

I call Mackie. He doesn’t answer. I’m going to fly myslef down there. I can’t believe him! I call Ethan.

“ETHAN FUCKING EDWARDS!” I scream. I know Ethan drove Mackie down to the airport. I’m so upset. Not about him leaving. But the fact he though we wouldn’t make it. I get it. Maybe he wanted to get his own girlfriend down in Florida agin. I mean it’s home, he’s a Florida man at heart. I can’t handle it.

“you finally woke up?” Ethan mumbles in. Sleepy tone. I let my tear fall out of my burning eyes. “Yeah.” I trail off as I smell my hoodie. It still smells like him. “I miss him already.” I’m so proud of Mackie. I just can’t date other guys when he’s walking around the earth.

[morgansunflower]

I Am Batman, I Am Groot

Batman/Bruce Wayne X Wife! Lantern! Reader

Batmom! Reader

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language, death and blood.

Words:1067

Arthur's notes! Marvel/Dc crossover with the Guardians of the galaxy.

Batmom finds baby Groot and brings him back to her planet to raise him along side her many children

The lantern's were called to a homicide of a wrecked ship. Y/N went in one last time before she was headed back to earth. The bodies of the innocent people had left a horrific sight. There was no sign of life.. Or so she thought.

"this is terrible..." she gasp seeing movement, a can of jellybeans fall from the arm of a chair onto the ground and a flash of blanket move past her "hello?" she steps softly to the blanket and kneels down "I'm not going to hurt you.. It's OK" she cooed softly. She lift the blanket seeing the little tree being, he didn't take the blanket back because she was so kind.

He looks at the massacre of his family she quickly moved in front to prevent him from seeing it, he begins to hyperventilating. His little tears fall down his face. His heart was thumping against his chest. She reached to hold him. He grabs her hand squeezing it tightly. Her heart breaks in sympathy as she holds him in her hand.

"I am Groot" he cried, saying that they were killed "I am Groot!"

She unfortunately couldn't understand his words but his heartbroken tone said everything.

"it's OK shh you're safe with me.. I'm so sorry sweetheart"

She lift the young child into her hands. When he finally fell asleep she informed her husband of the new member of the family. She returned back to Gotham with the little boy. Groot was resting on her shoulder. She walks into the Bat-cave. Bruce turns in his chair and gently smiled to them. He missed her so much, it took everything in him not to hold her and take her away.

"Bruce.. This is Groot.. Groot this is Batman or Bruce or B"

"I am groot" he said with a smile

"hello Groot" Bruce greeted.

"welcome home Ms Y/N. Master Bruce. Who is this young chap?" Alfred asked as Groot hid behind her neck.

"don't be scared that's Alfred. He's very kind and he makes the cookies!"

"I am Groot!!" he exclaimed

"hey mom!" Grayson said entering the cave with his siblings.

She turned facing the children. Stephanie gasped in adoration. Barbara's eyes went wide. Damian studied him intently. Jason had a puzzled look on his face. Tim was trying to figure out what exactly he was. Cassandra softly smiled. Duke looked with complete shocked on his face. Cassandra waved to Groot. Grayson smiled to the young child.

"children.. This is Groot.. Groot this is your new family.. That's Grayson, Jason, Tim, Duke, Damian, Stephanie, Cassandra and Barbara"

"I am Groot" he grinned.

8 months later... Groot loves to help Alfred in the garden. He would create flowers for Stephanie and a beautiful Hammock. Cassandra and Groot loved spending time together on a rainy day to draw pictures. He loved getting things for Barbara, even things she could easily get. Dick and Groot would go out to the carnival. Y/N laughed when her boys came home with a car full of prizes that are currently in Groot's room. Damian at first didn't know how to treat Groot, but all it took was one day for Groot to fall asleep on Damian's hand. Now they enjoy spending time with the animals among the Manor. Jason spent most of his time reading with Groot and listening to good music that they loved. Duke and Groot like to do puzzles together to really challenge themselves and each other. Tim would be stuck on something and little Groot could always help solve his problems. Unfortunately he was not allowed to drink his brothers coffee, that was a bad day. With his Dad, Groot at first didn't know how to react to having such a different male father figure in his life. Though he soon warmed up to Bruce once they would have time together while Bruce was finally resting. Groot loved to rest in the crook of his neck while his mom was absent.

Groot's Mom sits on the wooden floor with her son. Groot stood against the wall in his room. She marked on the wall where he had now grown another 2 inches. She smiled proudly. The room was small to her but huge for Groot. He had made his own small fort. He had made his mama a comfortable vine Hammock to sleep in when he has nightmares.

"look Groot! You've grown!"she proudly said

He gasped and turned to look. He jumped excited and claps his little hands

"I am Groot! I am Groot!" his tone overjoyed hugging my hand

She touched his chin "my sweet boy. I'm afraid I have to go on patrol"

He squeezed her hand tightly. She can't go! He stretches his arms like long branches to her neck.

"I am Groot" his tone saddened as his face dropped

"oh Groot.. I'll be back later tonight and tomorrow we'll spend the day together" she promised her son.

"I am Groot" he sighed resting his head on my cheek.

I kiss his face goodbye and leave for her nightly duty of patrol. In the Bat-cave Groot was growing quite impatient. When will they be back? He kicked the empty monster can Tim left had left on the floor. He kicked it lightly again.

"could use some back up here!" Y/N said in her comn

Unfortunately there was a illegal drugs hidden under a record store that was currently being blown up by three different criminal rivalries. Y/N throws her batarang into the barrel of the gun. Batman comes in through the broken ceiling window, knocking 3 gunman out. The children heard Batmom's S. O. S and quickly came to her location.. All her children. Groot walked to see the entire action unfold. His Mom gasped

"Groot!!" she shouted in a scolding manner "move out of the way sweetheart!" she demanded, so he wouldn't get hurt

"what is he doing here?!" Bruce announced

"I am Groot" he defended

Groot was genuinely bored unable to help, so he walked plugging in the speakers and played the music.

"have I mentioned how much I love this kid" Grayson laughed elbowing the gunman behind him.

Batmom looked to her 3 inch tall son to make sure he was OK. He waved to her. She waved back saying hi. He was so cute it melted her heart. This was going to be a long night.

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