#i was not in any way preoccupied with his tie; i saw it once and that was it but my brain obviously decided to use it’

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So me and my friend unpacked that night terror I had the other night & basically I am now on a self-imposed horror ban because I genuinely think if I keep consuming horror with my current mental state I will have a full-blown psychotic break 😔✌🏻

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stray kids soulmate aus | h. hyunjin <3

a/n: eeeeeee my favorite kind of aus: soulmate aus!!! i was going to put all of the boys' pieces in the same post, but i could not resist writing more than a short blurb for them, so they are each getting their own post :,-) i'll add links to each of their names as i post these ! i'm not doing them in any particular order, but it felt right to start with the love of my life, hyunjin <33 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: soulmate!hyunjin x gn!reader | requests: open

♡ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin ♡

each soulmate has half a quote that is important to their relationship tattooed on their body.

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hyunjin rubbed his fingers over that one spot on his collarbone. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. those words, the half of a whole, were the only tie he had to you. touching that engraving on his flesh was the closest he could come to being held by you, and he craved that comfort the most when his heart raced like this. 

today was the kind of day hyunjin wished would wrap up sooner than later. he knew it wouldn’t, not when the sun had only recently risen and his day had started hours ago. days like this, full of schedules, full of practice, full of work, full of stress–these were the days that went on forever. adrenaline and caffeine buzzed through his body. hyunjin was ready to race through the day, fully aware that his limbs would ache at the finish line, leaving him with nothing to do but collapse into rest as soon as it was over. 

i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. 

hyunjin had missed chan calling his name five times, forcing his eyes to turn in the general direction of chan’s whereabouts when he finally replied, “yeah?”

“we are going to the convenience store. want to come with?”

chan’s question came out as more of a suggestion, and hyunjin did not need much convincing to get a change of scenery. he caught up with his members, walking quickly at the back of the group, his feet falling on the ground in a steady beat of i remember we broke into. maybe the stress had his mind too jumbled to be down on earth. maybe he was lost in questions of what in the world the other half of that quote could be. maybe he was annoyed that he forgot to bring his good sunglasses on a day the sun was shining brightly. maybe he simply yearned for his bed and a break. regardless of the reason, something preoccupied hyunjin, which caused him to bump his shoulder against someone else’s body. 

“ah!” hyunjin grabbed his shoulder.

“i’m sorry! are you okay?”

one of your hands clasped the shoulder with which you had hit hyunjin. in your other hand, you held something that captured all of hyunjin’s attention: a banana man plushie, fitted with a deadpan expression and a bright yellow hoodie. hyunjin, without registering much else of the situation, burst out laughing. you were surprised by this, to say the least. however, once you followed his gaze and saw that he couldn’t take his eyes off your friend’s birthday gift in your hand, you burst into laughter yourself. that banana man, in that moment, was the funniest thing in the world. you and hyunjin knew that for a fact when you felt your stomachs cramp and ache from the laughter. the way that you two were giggling and fighting for air was nothing short of contagious, so all the people walking around you started to believe that the plushie was top-tier entertainment. not that either of you noticed, when all of your attention was focused on something special between you.

hyunjin took a gasp of air he desperately needed. while the banana man was captivating, he looked toward the source of the laughter that mixed so sweetly with his own, and he found you.   for the first time that day, his eyes completely focused on the world in front of him. hyunjin couldn’t look away, and, heart fluttering with a joy and excitement he didn’t quite understand, he smiled and savored the sound of your final chuckles. after you caught your breath, you absentmindedly massaged the point of contact on your shoulder, and you waited for hyunjin to answer your previous question. he stared at you, confusion furrowing his brow slightly, until he felt a small pang in his shoulder and remembered you two had just crashed into each other. 

“yeah, yeah, i–i am. sorry, are you..are you okay?”

you nodded, endeared by his light laughs lingering in the air, the way he stumbled over words as he caught his breath, and his brown eyes. there was a pause, so you moved your hand away from your shoulder to grab your bag, though you had absolutely no intention to leave. something held you there; this moment between you and the beautiful boy in front of you wasn’t meant to end yet (or, at least, you weren’t ready for it to). unbeknownst to you, that simple movement of your hand revealed a tattoo just like hyunjin’s. the words were different, but the script, placement, size, and even the slant of it beneath your collarbone was a mirror image of the words hyunjin carried on his body.

laughter when we saw each other.

hyunjin’s heart raced.

laughter when we saw each other. 

his pulse found a new rhythm, one his mind fell perfectly into step with, as his eyes danced across each letter on your skin.

laughter when we saw each other. laughter when we saw each other. laughter when we saw each other.

hyunjin’s jaw dropped. you looked back at the wide-eyed man, unsure as to why you telling him that you were okay after your collision was shocking news.

“i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other,” hyunjin said softly.

you heard him perfectly clear, though you weren’t entirely sure what he meant by that, so you teased him, “we did just see each other, so i hope you’d remember that.”

he smiled, another quick laugh falling from his lips as he moved his shirt collar to reveal the words on his collarbone, “i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other.”

now your jaw dropped, “oh my god.”

a flurry of butterflies unleashed in hyunjin’s stomach because he couldn’t believe how cute you looked when shock and wonder filled your expression, but he managed to ask, “do you know what it’s from?”

“no, i–”

your answer was interrupted by chan calling out hyunjin’s name. hyunjin whipped his head toward him, signaled with a wave of his hand that he’d be there shortly, and returned his attention to you. you stared at his collarbone, seeing the tattooed words clearly, despite the fabric of his shirt covering them. he giggled as he reached his hand out to you, a new contact page opened on his phone.

without having to think, you accepted the phone and typed in your number, “i don’t think i’ve heard that before.”

“well, i have to go back to work, but would you be able to look it up and send me what you find?”

“of course,” your fingertips brushed against his when you handed the phone back, and you smiled brightly in response to the soft electricity.

“i’m hyunjin.”

“i’m y/n.”

he inhaled as though he were smelling freshly baked bread, and serenity washed over him, “i’ll see you soon, y/n.”

“i sure hope so, with us being soulmates and all.”

he laughed as he waved goodbye, and you laughed as you watched him walk away. i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other.

unable to resist the temptation, you stepped out of the flow of pedestrians and typed those words into the search bar. Ada Limón’s “What I Didn’t Know Before” popped up immediately. reading the last four lines over and over again, you felt butterflies swarm your stomach and certainty rush through your heart.

“I remember we broke into laughter / when we saw each other. What was between / us wasn't a fragile thing to be coddled, cooed / over. It came out fully formed, ready to run."

this poem was, without a doubt in your mind, the correct solution to the question you had been asking your whole life. you also knew, without a doubt in your mind, hyunjin was the right person to hold your heart, after it had been calling out to someone from its first beat. you sent hyunjin a link to the poem, holding on tightly to the banana man plushie as you walked toward your next destination.

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His Lovely Rose - Chapter 5: Crashing Bulma's Birthday Party

Previous. . . . Next Chapter. . . .

Location: Outer Space. . . . 

'Thank Zeno no one is here to see this." Brier thought to herself with an embarrassed smile. Why? Because she and Beerus had to use a piece of fabric to tie themselves to Whis's  waist during their travel to Earth, that way they didn't drift away from the angel. 'We could have just held on to Whis's shoulders instead, but Beerus just had to suggest this in case he got hungry and wanted to use both hands to eat. . .' Brier thought, letting out a sigh. 

"Hey Whis, how much longer until we're there?" Beerus asked, bringing Brier back to reality. 

"It shouldn't be too long, my lord. We should be there in just a moment." Whis answered. "Really?" "Beerus, love, if you're so impatient, why don't you just do something to entertain yourself?" Brier suggested. "Hmmm. . .you're right." Beerus said. "Whis, I'm gonna eat the lunch you made." 'That's not what I meant, but alright. . .' Brier thought to herself. 

"My Lady, can you give Lord Beerus his lunch box for me?" Whis asked. "I'd do it myself, but I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment." "Of course! It's no problem." Brier replied. The goddess used her left hand to grab a hold of the lunch box and immediately gave it to Beerus.

Beerus then opened the lunch box, and saw the contents of what was inside of it. The meal Whis made for him consisted of a roasted fish (like he said much earlier), white rice, crispy chicken, octopus tentacles and shrimp. "You know what. . .I just remembered. . ." he muttered. "Hmm? And what's that?" Brier and Whis asked. 

However, instead of answering, Beerus looked at Whis and said, "Hey Whis! Can't you do something about this lunch box?! It's just roasted salmon from Planet Uotorin and Galaxy 65 crispy chicken." "I thought you were already aware of that. Whis told you what he made for you, didn't he?" Brier asked. "Yes I did. I didn't make anything else for you, my lord, so you're just going to have to bear with it." Whis told Beerus. 

"Ugh. I'm sick of these flavors already." Beerus mumbled as he used a pair of wooden chopsticks to eat his meal. "You say that, but you've only had this meal once 160 years ago, remember?" Whis told him. "Oh that's right! It was that time when he destroyed Planet Monsa, wasn't it?" Brier asked. "You're right as always, milady!" Whis said with a smile. 

"Whatever, I said I'm sick of it!" Beerus nearly shouted. "If it bothers you that much, then you can have my lunch afterwards." Brier told him. "Except for the drink, obviously." "Really? Are you sure?" Beerus questioned, surprised. "I know how much you like Kero's cooking." 

"Not as much as you, apparently." Whis joked, though neither Brier or Beerus heard him.

"I can assure you that it's fine." Brier said. She looked at her husband and said, "I mean, unless you don't want to, then Whis and I can simply-" "N-No no! It's fine!" Beerus interrupted. Brier watched as he quickly gobbled up his meal and put the now empty lunch box away. Brier then grabbed ahold of hers and gave it to Beerus, but not before summoning the drink that Kero made for her. Brier opened the cold bottle and took a sip, waiting to see Beerus' reaction to the Hydra pasta dish. 

Beerus used a fork that came with the meal and after twirling it around in the pasta, and making sure to get a bit of Hydra meat in it, put the fork in his mouth to taste the dish. His golden yellow eyes widened in surprise as he shouted, "THIS IS AMAZING!!" 

"I take it that you like it?" Brier joked. "Of course! That familiar of yours certainly knows his way around the kitchen!" Beerus exclaimed as he ate more.

A fact that Brier and Whis were already aware of, but Brier decided not to say anything about that.

"Well, I'm glad that you think so, my lord. I'm surprised that you keep forgetting about that." Whis said jokingly. "In any case, you should hurry up and finish it. Like I said earlier, we'll be arriving on Planet Earth in just a couple minutes." 

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Location: Planet Earth. . . .

On a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean, Vegeta was currently laying on one of the ship’s foldable white chairs. Earlier, when the Saiyan Prince was training, he had received a call from his wife's secretary about attending her birthday party. Vegeta didn't really want to go, but at the end of the day, as much as he would never openly admit it, he couldn't really stand the idea of Bulma being upset with him (mainly because he knew that he'd never hear the end of it). 

“Oh, so you did show up." a familiar voice said, getting Vegeta's attention. He looked to the right to see his wife, Bulma. "I know you act all tough, but at the end of the day, you can’t stand the idea of your lovely wife being sad.” she teased.

Vegeta scoffed and looked away. “Everyone else is already here, so how about we go over there and make a big entrance together?” she suggested. “Yeah sure, let’s go see Yamcha.” Vegeta replied, being semi sarcastic. Bulma frowned after that particular comment. No matter what, there always was going to be awkward tension between the three of them due to their shared history. This ended up getting the blue haired woman in a sour mood. “Oh I see, you can’t even pretend to be happy!”

“Of course not!” Vegeta nearly exclaimed. “Ok fine! Suit yourself!” She relented and walked away to join her guests. Vegeta attempted to relax again, but a voice entered his head. One that he hadn't heard in a while.

‘ Hey Vegeta, it’s King Kai! You hear me?’ 

Surprised, Vegeta sat up and asked, “King Kai? What could you possibly want from me?” ‘Hey, drop the attitude for a few seconds! I’m trying to help you here! Beerus the Destroyer is heading to Earth as we speak.’ he revealed.

“Beerus the Destroyer? I think I’ve heard that name before. I believe back on Planet Vegeta, the elders would tell us stories about him, or something like that.” Vegeta said. ‘Well good for you, I'm sure that you're very worldly and cultured, now listen. He’s looking for a challenge, so do NOT engage him in any way! So no insulting, no fighting, no Vegeta-ing of any kind! Otherwise, if someone or something sets him off, it’ll mean the complete destruction of Earth!’ 

“What?! You really mean that he’ll blow up the Earth?” Vegeta questioned ‘Yes! And just in case you have delusions of grandeur and fight him, don’t! He already beat Goku in two blows!’ Vegeta’s eyes widened. Goku fought Beerus the Destroyer and lost? “Are you serious? He defeated Kakarot that easily?!” ‘YES! He beat him that easily! He's lucky that he didn't kill him!' King Kai told him. 'Now luckily for you, his wife, Lady Brier, is also coming with him, and she knows how to get him to listen to her. So if you get on her good side, then Beerus won’t do anything to Earth if she says so! So be sure to be extra nice to her, understand?!’ 

What was that? Beerus has a wife? From the stories he’s heard, Vegeta doesn’t recall any of them mentioning him being married. But then again, it had been awhile that he thought of Beerus, so it was possible that he had forgotten about her. He tried to ask King Kai for more questions, but he was already gone.

'Oh, well that's just great!' Vegeta thought as he got off of his chair.

He then began to look around the cruise ship to see if he could find anyone who matched the description of Beerus from myth. So far, nothing. It was just the usual people he’s seen before. His son Trunks playing with his friends Goten, Marron, Chiaotzu, and three new kids he hadn't seen before. A human child, an imp, and a. . .dog? Maybe they were the children of an old family friend of Bulma's or something. Regardless, they didn't matter. 

While he was looking around, all Vegeta could see was Bulma, Videl, Chi-Chi, and #18 talking amongst themselves near some kind of swim-up bar near the pool, Master Roshi reading dirty magazines by said pool, Piccolo and Gohan sitting at a table talking about Gohan's new job (probably), Majin Buu and Mr. Satan eating from some of the many buffets, and lastly, Krillin in an eating contest with Oolong with Tien, Yamcha, The Bull King, and Puar as witnesses. Vegeta didn't see anything out of the ordinary, so he left.  

Frustrated, Vegeta punched the wall next to him, leaving a dent. ‘Kakarot’s been beaten in two blows. . .what makes him think that he could do that? Challenge a deity?’ Vegeta thought. He looked at his gloved hand to see that it was shaking. It was as if he was frightened.‘Dammit, pull yourself together! Prince Vegeta does not tremble before any foe! Beerus the Destroyer. . .why is he here? And why is that name familiar? Yes I’ve heard of him before, but when?’ 

“Well well, if it isn’t Prince Vegeta." 

"!" Startled, the Saiyan Prince looked to see who snuck on him. There was no one there. Or so he thought. Vegeta continued to look around, trying to find who the voice belonged to. 'They're around here somewhere! I just know it! Or maybe, it was just my imagination-' “Boo!” someone shouted behind him, causing Vegeta to jump a little. He immediately turned to see a purple cat-like being, a red eyed white skinned woman, and a light blue skinned man with white hair. Who were they? 

“Greetings.” the cat spoke. The voice from earlier belonged to him. “Who are you?” Vegeta questioned. “Telling you that is a waste of time, considering you won’t be alive for much longer.” he answered, getting on Vegeta's nerves. 

“Why you-” As he attempted to lunge towards him, Vegeta felt something stop him and begin to weigh him down, causing him to fall to the ground.'W-What’s happened to my body? I can barely move!’ 

Vegeta did his best to look up, and stared at the face of the cat-like entity, to see the smug look of superiority on his face. "It's hard to imagine that the last time we crossed paths, you were just a boy. I swear that it was only yesterday that your father, King Vegeta, was putting out quite the spread in honor of me and my wife's arrival. A shame that your mother had to miss it. Maybe then she'd realize how pathetic the man she married truly was." "!" Realization hit him like a truck. Vegeta definitely remembered where he had seen this bastard before. It was so long ago, back when he was a young child and when Planet Vegeta was still around.

A much younger Prince Vegeta had watched from afar as Beerus and his two companions ate the feast that his father had the chefs prepare. He remembered that it took them hours to make it, they practically slaved over the stoves to get the soups and meats cooked to perfection. 

The young prince peeked from his little corner to see his father, sitting near the pretty woman with shockingly pale skin, nervously ask, "S-So, how is it, my lord?" "It's fine." was all Beerus said. This did little to calm the king's nerves. Vegeta couldn't help but wish that his mother was here. She was always calm and composed whenever Beerus and his companions visited. But she just had to take Tarble with her to visit her parents on the other side of Planet Vegeta. Why? This was clearly more important. 

Vegeta's attention was diverted back to the dinner table when he saw the pale woman saying something to his father, and it seemed to have a calming effect on the Saiyan King. She even seemed to have made a joke as his father laughed with whatever it was she said. 'This is good, right? After all, I remember hearing Father say that if they made Beerus's woman happy, then everything will be fine.' So Vegeta continued to watch from his spot to see what would happen next.

"So Your Majesty, did you take care of that little request I asked of you?" Beerus asked, putting his knife and fork down on the table. King Vegeta immediately stiffened and replied with, "A-As a matter of fact, yes! I had my messengers send what you requested as soon as we obtained it." 

"Oh. . .is that a fact?" 

"Yes. . .and I-" The king was unable to finish his sentence as Beerus stood up from his seat and smacked his host across the face so hard, that he practically fell out of his seat and onto the cold hard floor. Not only did this surprise Vegeta, but his father as well as he attempted to get off the ground while Beerus's companions stood up and went to where Vegeta was.

" L-Lord Beerus! What are you-" 

"Be quiet." 

After walking up to King Vegeta, Beerus had then made the King of the Saiyans get down on his hands and knee, with his foot on the back of King Vegeta’s head to keep him in place. He was not happy. Not happy in the slightest. “Can your miserable little brain comprehend why I’m angry, Saiyan King?” he asked him, his tone sharp. "Answer me." “A-Are you angry because I failed to keep my promise to fulfill your mission in the timespan you gave me, Lord Beerus?” King Vegeta answered in the form of a question.   

“I’m sorry that it's taking longer than I thought it would-” “Wrong!” Beerus said. Vegeta watched as his father was being humiliated. The woman who came with Beerus and his attendant told him to look away, but he couldn’t. "Your Highness, I think it would be best if-"  “How can Father stand this humiliation? Just who does this filth think he is?!” the young Saiyan wondered out loud, interrupting the woman. 

“Now, don’t say that so loudly. You don’t want him to hear you and get even more upset, right?” the pale woman asked him, but Vegeta wasn’t listening. He was too busy looking at the scene before him. 

“You know, I like to consider myself a rather flexible deity, and I know you mortals have your limitations. But there is one thing I cannot tolerate; the callous arrogance of those who do not pay the respect a destroyer is due.” Beerus told the king. 

He then pressed his foot against King Vegeta’s head a little harder, causing cracks to form in the ground underneath him. 

“I ordered you to find me the most comfortable pillow in all the universe, and I know that you obtained it." Beerus revealed, which made the prince even angrier. He's doing all of this over a stupid pillow?! "I'll admit, your tenacity was impressive, though your methods. . .were a bit severe. I bet that you don't even know how many creatures you killed in that raid. Though it'd be quite hypocritical of me if that was why I'm angry with you."

"T-Then. . .why-" 

"I know you switched it with another. To think that you had the audacity to take it for yourself and give me the second best.” Beerus explained. "It amazes me that Queen Eschalot puts up with you." He took his foot off of the king’s head, and used his right hand to grab him tightly by the hair. “Not only that, but I caught you staring at my wife’s chest several times during dinner. That’s not something that a king should do when he has guests over. . .especially if he's already married and if her husband is right next to you.”

"W-What?! I-I didn't-" 

Vegeta didn’t see what happened next since the pale woman, Beerus’ wife apparently, covered his eyes, but he heard the sound of bones cracking and his father screaming. "Your Highness, perhaps we should-" Vegeta didn't listen to what she was trying to tell him, since he slapped her hand away from him.  Not only did this surprise her, but it also surprised the white haired attendant that came with them. "Your Highness?" 

“Bastard. . .that is the King of all Saiyans!” the young boy shouted as he ran towards the destroyer god.  

Beerus heard the sound of the young prince’s yells, so he used a technique to make the boy stop in his tracks and fall to the floor. What just happened? How did he do that? 

The woman walked towards the prince and kneeled beside him. She picked the child up and carried him in her arms, placing him in a nearby chair, surprising Beerus, the boy, and his father. She raised her hand towards his forehead, and muttered something softly. Her soft white hand glowed a light shade of red.  

“Hey! W-What are you-” “It’s alright, Your Highness. In an hour this will all seem like a bad dream, I promise.” she interrupted, her tone soft and gentle. Like that of a mother soothing her frightened child. It kind of reminded him of how his mother, Eschalot, would calm him or Tarble down when they'd have the occasional nightmare.

Vegeta attempted to ask her what she meant with the "bad dream" comment, but he felt his eyes getting heavy. He couldn't help but yawn and get comfortable in the chair he was sitting in. It didn’t take long for him to surrender to the darkness and fall asleep. 

That woman was right. When he had awakened from his slumber, Vegeta had assumed that it was a nightmare and thought nothing of it. In fact, whenever he told his father or mother about it, King Vegeta would interrupt him and tell him that it was nothing to worry about. That it never really happened to begin with and that it came from the over-active imagination of a little boy. He really wished it was like that.

‘O-Of course, that’s who Beerus the Destroyer is. No wonder he beat Kakarot with two blows!’ Vegeta thought to himself. His dark eyes looked at the woman next to him. She was the one who made him fall asleep when he attempted to intervene. Is that woman his wife? If so, how could someone like her be married to a god like Beerus? He groaned internally when he realized that he almost sounded like Beerus all those years ago when he said the same thing about his mother's relationship with his father. 

“You know, I spared you as a child because I was convinced that you would entertain me when you were older.” Beerus said, bringing Vegeta out of his thoughts. “Anyway, it turns out you're just another disappointment, just like your father. I should have destroyed your planet myself.” He walked closer to Vegeta and kneeled to his level.

“Now then, why don’t you prove me wrong and tell me something useful about this Super Saiyan God?” he ordered. 

“A Super Saiyan God?” Vegeta questioned. What was he talking about? “Hmm, it seems like letting me down is a Saiyan’s specialty.” Beerus mumbled, loud enough for Vegeta to hear. “Wait, let me think! I-”

“Please tell me that you’re not doing push ups.”

Everyone looked behind to see an Earth woman with a drink in hand. Vegeta gulped nervously. Why did Bulma have to show up at a time like this?!

Bulma noticed her husband was struggling to get up off the floor, and she began to worry. “Are you ok?”

“Stay back!! Get out of here!” Vegeta shouted, trying to warn her. 

“That’s not a very nice way to speak to a woman, Prince Vegeta.” Beerus told him, then added, “There’s nothing to worry about my lady, I think he just had too much to drink.” “Who are you guys?” Bulma questioned.

“I apologize, we should have introduced ourselves. My name is Whis, madame.” the white haired man said, and gestured to the two other people behind him. “The fine gentleman to my right is Lord Beerus, and the lovely woman to my left is his wife, Lady Brier of the Plantae.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss.” Brier said, giving a curtsy. “I greatly apologize if the three of us have caused any distress.” she added. 

“Oh. . .that’s alright.” Bulma said, pleasantly shocked by their good manners. If they're Vegeta's friends, then how come their good manners didn't rub off on him? “Actually, now that I think about it, what are you three doing here?” Bulma asked. “We were just passing by your planet when we saw Prince Vegeta, so we thought we’d stop by and give him our regards.” Beerus told her. 

“Oh, you’re all from space? I guess I should have put that together.” Bulma replied, finally taking in their appearance. “To tell you the truth, I’m surprised. I didn’t think Vegeta had friends. I'm Bulma, and I’m his wife, believe it or not. Today’s my birthday, so I’m throwing a little party. Well, I guess it’s a big party when you rent a ship." Bulma told them. "Anyway, you’re all welcome to join us if you want.”

“My my, what a generous offer, earth woman. Thank you, honestly my nose has been tantalized by the most intriguing aromas since we got here.” Beerus said, which Brier smiled at. Even at times like this, he was thinking about food.

“In that case, let’s go.” Bulma said and led her new guests to the party.

Vegeta, still on the ground, stared in disbelief. What the hell just happened?

He quickly got up and followed Bulma. He made it just in time to see that she was introducing Beerus, Whis, and Brier to the others on a stage that was intended for performing, though it seemed that the entertainers Bulma hired were in the crowd as well. 

"Attention everyone!" Bulma said loudly, getting her guests to stop what they were doing and look at her. "Allow me to introduce Vegeta's friends. Their names are Beerus, Whis, and Brier." she added, gesturing to all three of them. "Hello everybody, and good afternoon!" Beerus exclaimed, waving his right hand in the air as a form of greeting them. "It's a pleasure to meet you all!" Brier added with a smile gracing her face. 

Everyone seemed to be intrigued by Brier, Beerus, and Whis. The reason the Titan knew this was because she heard some of the party goers say: 

"It's nice to meet you!" 

"Wow! I didn't know that your dad was friends with such a pretty woman, Trunks." 

"I didn't either."

"If they're aliens, do you think Vegeta met them sometime before coming to Earth?" 

"How come Vegeta's never mentioned them before?" 

After looking away from the crowd, Brier glanced back at her husband to see that he got off the stage and was introducing himself to the other guests. 'He seems to be in a good mood, thankfully.' she thought to herself. 

Brier then felt an odd feeling, as if someone staring at her. "?" Not knowing who, Brier looked around to see who it could possibly be. No one in the audience seemed to be paying any attention to her, except for a creepy old man with sunglasses and a white beard and his pig friend, but that's not who she was looking for. Someone was missing. But who? Then she remembered. Where was Vegeta?

Brier continued to look around until her eyes landed on Vegeta, who was strangely hiding behind a potted plant. For some reason, it reminded her of when she first met him as a boy on Planet Vegeta. He would hide behind something if she caught him looking at her. Although at that time, it was because he seemed like a shy little boy. But now? Brier could tell from the look in his eyes that he was weary of her husband Beerus. Not that she could blame him. 

"-r? Lady Brier!" Whis' voice said, bringing Brier back to reality. "Huh? I'm sorry, what is it?" Brier asked Whis. "Ms Bulma wanted to ask you something." he told her. "Oh! Of course! What is it?" Brier asked the light blue haired woman. "I was just wondering if you wanted to meet any of my friends?" Bulma said. "They're all pretty friendly, I promise." "I suppose so. Lead the way." Brier said as Bulma led her away from Beerus and Whis. "Although I need to give you a bit of a heads up on a certain someone." Bulma whispered in Brier's ear. 

"And that person is?" 

"Look out for Master Roshi. He's a bit of a pervert." Bulma whispered with a look of slight disgust. "If he does or says anything, let me know and I'll take care of it."

"Ah. Correct me if I'm wrong, but is he the one with the white beard and the sunglasses?" Brier asked quietly. "Yup! That's him! Wait, please don't tell me he didn't try anything already, did he?" Bulma asked, worried. "Oh no! I just caught him staring at me, is all." Brier promised. "Besides, if he does try anything, I can simply turn him into a toad or Beerus will simply annihilate him for me." 

"Oh ok. . .wait, what was that?" 

"Nothing." 

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AN: Pretty sure I made a mistake with this chapter somewhere, but I'll fix it later because I'm really tired right now.

[pctentialbreakupsong-a]

( continued from x )

"Too formal? How about Kat? Katherine?" a smirk grew on his lips, an arching an eyebrow at her and letting his eyes flick over her, "Or perhaps...kitten?" He felt his heart warm at the way she looked in his coat. He took the time to carefully roll up the cuffs of his sleeves as they walked. This felt...good. Much better than any of his previous relationships. He felt comfortable, but he had known that from when he had first seen her a couple of weeks ago at Emmett's bar. Where he had gone to go play wingman for him for the girl he was currently on a date with. Well, he had gotten preoccupied with another small, cute brunette -- so really it was a fair trade off. But the moment he saw her, he had known that something was special about her -- about them together, and this night had proved it. "Two coffee's, eh? I dunno. I'm more of a one coffee type of guy," he teased, giving her a gentle nudge back, "But I suppose I can make the exception just this once." He loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, stopping to glance around and his eyes narrowed. "There's a coffee shop near here," he raised an eyebrow and offered her an arm.

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[enchantestuff]

Wimbledon - Daniel Ricciardo smut

The photos of Danny Ric certainly had an effect on me and I know they had an effect on you too, so please enjoy my first ever fic, no better way to start my Tumblr journey than with some smut.

warnings: smut, Daniel Ricciardo (he needs a warning himself), swearing , (slight) choking, very little plot

words: 1.3k

You huffed as you sat down on the sofa, arms crossed over your chest while daggers were thrown in your boyfriend's direction. You tried so hard to be mad at him and you had good reason to be. You continuously reminded yourself that even though he hadn’t seen you for three weeks, he still preferred to go out with his friends then spend some quality time with you.

Since when was he even interested in tennis?

Every time you felt that pit of anger begin to bubble in your stomach however, it was quickly forgotten when you brought your eyes to his figure on the other side of the room. He looked so delicious and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him.

Daniel caught sight of your reflection in the mirror and threw a smirk in your direction. “Like what you see, doll?” he asked in his usual confident tone.

Instead of replying to him and vocalising how you felt like the adult that you were, you took the childish approach and crossed your arms across your chest and turned your head in the opposite direction. You could hear Daniel laughing from where he stood and you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together at the sound. It was safe to say you were a mess.

“Come on, darling, you aren’t really mad are you?” Daniel asked as he made his way towards you, tightening his tie in the process. You turned your head even further, knowing that if you looked in his eyes once more, you'd crack.

Daniel was never a fan of the silent treatment and gently grabbed your chin with his hand, turning your face towards him so that he could finally look into your eyes. “Look at me when i'm speaking to you” he demanded and you almost let out a whimper at his forceful tone. You and Daniel had known each other for years, and as a result Daniel alway seemed to know how you were feeling without having to vocalise it yourself. He smirked as he registered the lustful look on your face. “What do you want, love?” he asked even though he already knew the answer.

“You Daniel” you whispered, “I want you, I have for the last three weeks” you continued.

“Well then, why didn’t you just ask?” he replied before forcefully smashing his lips onto yours. Your hands immediately travelled towards the curls on top of his head, pulling on them gently to hear the light moan escape his lips. He deepened the kiss as he grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up, pushing you against the wall. You rolled your hips against his, desperate for some friction and gasped as you felt his growing bulge. Daniel used that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

The kiss was full of longing and passion, but still, you needed more. You swore you heard Daniel whimper as you broke away from the kiss. “Dan, please” you begged, you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, you wanted him and you wanted him now.

Daniel felt his dick twitch in his trousers at your words. “Your wish is my command” he whispered in your ear as you carried you towards the bed in the middle of the room.

He carelessly dropped you onto the bed before continuing his assault on your lips while you kissed him back with just as much force. Your hands moved to remove his blazer and discard it on the floor, leaving him in his white dress shirt and trousers. Daniel detached his lips from your mouth and continued down your neck, his hands removing your clothes much faster than you removed his, leaving you bare in front of him.

“We have to be quick, my lovely, '' he groaned as he moved his fingers between your folds, “judging from how wet you already are, that doesn't seem like it will be a problem” he teased before slipping his finger into you.

“F-fuck, dan” you moaned. Daniel was skillful with his fingers and on any other occasion you would have let him make you cum several times before actually entering you, but today you were desperate for him. All of him.

You moved your hand away from their place in his hair and grabbed his wrist, dragging his fingers out of you and into your mouth. “As much as I love these,” you whispered as you sucked his digits, watching the lustful look on his face intensify, “I need you inside of me. Now.”

His eyes rolled back at your words, “Shit, darling, you can’t just say things like that” he groaned as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them just low enough so that he could remove his member from his boxers. He rubbed himself between your folds, purposely teasing you so that he could see the look of pure bliss on your face. Just as you were about to scold him for teasing you he bottomed out inside you. You sighed in pleasure having finally received what you've been waiting for the past three weeks.

Daniel thrusted hard and slow into you, filling you up to the max with every roll of his hips. He intently watched you, loving the way your eyes rolled back into your head and the sounds of your soft gasps as they tumbled past your lips. He removed his hand from your clit and grabbed your throat, gently squeezing so that you would look up at him. “I want to watch you come undone, sweetheart,” he declared as his thrusts increased in speed, “I want to know how good I make you feel.” Daniel opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted by the ringing of his phone on the bedside table. You assumed he was going to ignore it as he was currently preoccupied, fucking you into oblivion.

Daniel, however, had always been an excellent multi tasker and used one of his hands to pick up the phone while the other covered your mouth, muffling the heavenly noises you were making. “Hello?” he breathlessly spoke as he continued to thrust into you, never once slowing down as he continued his conversation, “Yeah mate, ten minutes is plenty of time” you bit down on his hand to stop the moans from escaping your mouth, “perfect, see you in ten” he finished and threw his phone across the room, his full attention once again on you.

He removed his hand from your mouth and you couldn’t help but let out an almost pornagrahpic moan after holding in it for so long. Daniel knew he was close and the sounds that you were making made it so hard for him to hold back. He rubbed circles on your clit and continued thrusting at an almost animalistic pace, he leaned down on his other arm, his forehead touching against yours as he led you to your breaking point.He hungrily kissed you as he groaned in your ear.

“Come on, darling” kiss “I know your close” kiss “let go for me”

And so you did, you saw stars as you whined his name. Daniel came immediately after you, his thrusts halting and then slowing before he eventually pulled out of you. He laid his head on your chest as he attempted to catch his breath. You ran your fingers through his hair, you were thoroughly satisfied and your heart was full as he pecked your chest, moving up towards your neck before kissing under your ear.

“I love you” he declared before pecking your lips.

“I love you” you grinned, “now go take a shower you smell like sweat and sex”

Daniel laughed as he got up and walked to your shared bathroom. “They're like the two best scents in the world” he joked as he returned with a damp cloth in his hands, he gently cleaned you up as you mulled over his words.

“Maybe, but you haven’t seen Frank in ages and I don't want him to think your some kind of caveman. Now go shower, you have about five minutes”

[christowhore]

Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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[mrsgiovanna]

The Escape Route (Yan! Don Giorno x Fem!Reader)

A request from a lovely nonnie mouse asking how the Don would handle his darling attempting to escape from his home. A bit of a drawn out scenario... I really hope you enjoy the read.

TW: Manipulative relationship dynamics, possessive behaviour, yandere behaviour

Word Count: 2.7k

Your brisk walk was slowly turning into a run as you worked your way through the busy streets of Naples. With your breathing ragged and eyes darting around to make sure nobody was on your tail, you tried to think about how best to put your escape plan back on track.

You knew that Giorno’s influence extended further than most, but you hadn’t expected him to have the power to derail every single option you had thought of to escape from his overpowering grip. You had been running around for hours now, from station to station, none would book you a ticket to anywhere, every cab ride was hastily halted after a dubious phone call… resulting in you being unwillingly ejected from the vehicle each time. So there you were, running into the more dangerous parts of Naples, frantically looking for some kind of shelter to house you while you thought of what you would do next.

Thankfully, you found a tiny inn, sparse amenities, small and far removed enough you thought, to not be on Giorno’s radar. The kindly old lady didn’t ask many questions, and you paid with the cash you had been slowly hiding away for such an event.

You couldn’t pinpoint when your relationship with Giorno had descended to this but you knew that if you stayed any longer his charming brand of captivity would best your common sense and you would be trapped forever. With Giorno, you had access to anything, no request was too demanding… in exchange though he required you to be within his confines at all times, listen to and obey his honeyed instructions with minimal fuss, and to not run off in the occasions when he did take you out of the mansion. I’m just keeping you safe he said… little did you know that the most dangerous one of all was the Don himself with his hypnotic gaze.

To give him the benefit of the doubt, it could have been much worse, he never harmed you physically, never pushed the intimacy boundaries further than you allowed… in your moments of weakness, it was you who had sought out his embrace. The absurdity of it all- vacillating between love and hate for this man, and so to protect the fraying thread that held your sanity together, you decided to make a run for it. It was not an impulsive idea, you had spent the better part of the year planning your grand escape, trying to imagine every way in which your plan could go awry and possible solutions to the problems. Ironically, this was a habit that you had picked up from Giorno himself, and should your plan actually work, it would be quiet poetic- escaping using the traits of your captor against him. You had gathered small amounts of cash here and there, not enough to rouse anyone’s suspicion, and made sure that any and all evidence of you memorizing the layout of the surrounding areas was completely erased. Perhaps the most difficult task of them all, was to lure Giorno into false sense of security regarding your disposition towards your situation. In the weeks leading up to your escape, you had flawlessly played the part of the dutiful ‘wife’, listening attentively, spoiling him with gentle touches and loving gazes, making sure to build up your affections gradually, as if they had been blooming naturally so as not to trigger any suspicion.

Finally, you saw your opportunity to make your move that morning. Giorno had to leave early to meet with a few associates from Japan, so you rose with him, and watched as he got ready, helping him with his hair and doing up his tie. Looking up to meet his crystalline eyes, you noticed he considered you with an expression you haven’t seen on him before.

“What is it tesoro? Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked in a gentle tone.

“You’re… just so beautiful… would you like to come with me today? I’m sure they would love to meet you… I call them associates but in actual fact one of them is a relative of mine. You’ll only be bored for a little while; after that we can do whatever you would like to,” he asked with a gentle smile. You thought about how you were going to answer, ultimately you knew you didn’t want to go, favoring your grand escape instead, but denying him that quickly would definitely set off alarm bells in his mind.

“Ah! Perhaps next time my love, I’m not going to be good company today, I woke up with a bit of a headache… I’ll probably go back to bed and sleep it off after you leave,”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you feel any better bella, I hate the fact that you’re hurting,” Giorno cupped your face in his hands and gently stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, “get some rest bella mio, I’ll be back to check on you as soon as I can,” kissing you on the forehead he left without another word. Waiting for him to be completely out of the villa, you watched as his car exited the driveway before quietly packing what you could, mentally going over your checklist more times than you cared to count. Since your change in attitude, the staff at the villa were more accepting of your whims, partly to do with the fact that Giorno had instructed them to do so - within reason, but also, because you had won over their trust and if you had to be honest with yourself, there was nothing you could fault them for. The dynamic Giorno had with them was not ruled by fear, but rather by admiration… all of them being drawn in by his charisma. Managing to maneuver your way through the mansion and out an exit that saw you climbing over a hidden portion of the eastern wall surrounding the villa, you had finally been outside the confines of the villa on your own for the first time in well over a year.

In the car on the way to meet with his guests Giorno was preoccupied. He had noticed the gradual change in your behavior and as much as he would have loved to give you the benefit of the doubt, a nagging inclination that you might be lying always clouded his thoughts. He loved you- entirely- even though there were days in which you rejected his affections, he was patient with you… eventually you’d understand, the dangers that lurked in every corner made your captivity, as you so unceremoniously called it, a necessity. He had grown so accustomed to making decisions with little to no advice, he had adopted that stance in his personal life as well. He rationalized that once you had accepted the fact that his actions were all borne from his desire to protect you, your lives would be peaceful, until then, he would be patient, enduring your tantrums and snide remarks with the grace of an aristocrat… which only upset you further. To Giorno, you were to be looked after, protected- treasured, and so no matter how much you had tested his patience in the beginning, not once were you ever hurt or taken advantage of. Violence and shackles were much too unrefined for a gem like you, so to correct your behavior, the young don resorted to other, less threatening means of discipline.

“Don Giovanna? We have arrived,” shaken out of his musings by his consigliere, his attention was drawn to the fact that they had arrived at their destination ready to discuss the matters at hand.

“Thank you Lorenzo, would you check if the staff has everything ready while I greet our guests?”

“Of course, excuse me,” with that, Lorenzo had left, hastily attending to a call as he walked.

“Ah, welcome to Italy, I take it you and your associates have settled in well?” said Giorno with a polite bow, being mindful of the cultural conventions of his esteemed guests. Drinks were ordered and everyone present had settled down in the private lounge, except for Lorenzo who had been animatedly conversing on the phone for enough time to make his absence felt. Frustrated by what he was tasked to do, he abruptly ended his conversation and sought out Giorno to give him the news, finally, the staff at villa Giovanna had realized you were gone.

“Don…”

“The expression on your face can only mean one thing… when did they notice?”

“A few minutes ago, she couldn’t have gotten too gar given the timeframe… what would you like me to do?”

“You stay here and keep our guests company, I’ll handle this…” not even bothering to alert the driver, Giorno collected the keys from the valet and zoomed off. Making a short drive even shorter, he arrived home in foul mood, although he did assign some of the blame to himself, recognizing his fatal error when he ignored his gut feeling, he was disappointed at how easily you had managed to slip from his grasp and wondered if his staff had been plotting with you all along. He would have to address that later on though, his primary concern now was to locate you and bring you back home.

“Mista, I have a special request to make, please come to the villa, bring Fugo with you,” said Giorno in a quick call, there were few who he trusted more than his underbosses, and this task was something that required only the most competent people. After a short explanation of the situation at hand, both men had already started making calls to the relevant people in an attempt to thwart your plans.

You would think the most frightening thing about Giorno would be his god-like requiem ability. But over and above the raw power he possessed was his reach, the world seemed so small, as if it had rested comfortably in his elegant hands- and you had been getting reminders of this inescapable fate over and over again. By the time you had given up on the idea of escaping through any traditional means of transportation, you must have tried fifty different avenues, each attempt failing more spectacularly than the last. Having had enough, you resigned yourself to the fact that you would not be leaving Naples immediately, and found refuge in the outskirts of the city. You climbed the rickety staircase behind the lady as she prattled on about her day.

“Shall I get you something to eat dolcezza? You look like you could use something warm and comforting in your system. In fact, let me do just that, you get settled in so long,” said the innkeeper before you had a chance to interject. Deciding to take a shower to wash off the day, you took comfort in the fact that this place was so remote, you were almost certain you were safe for the meantime. The tiny bathroom was a far cry from the palatial one you had grown accustomed to while being in Giorno’s villa, but it served the same purpose, only this time, you had your freedom. The place was peaceful though aside from the sound of what must have been a car backfiring and the small creaks from the natural expansion and contraction of the dwelling, it was quiet enough for you to calm down and organize your thoughts. Now that you were comparatively more at ease than before, you felt the strain of the day in your body, aching muscles, sore feet and cuts and scrapes that began to smart affixed a slight grimace to your face as you rummaged through your belongings to find some sort of pain relief.

A sharp knock on the door disrupted your search. You stayed silent for a moment, contemplating if you should ignore it or answer.

“Dolcezza, I’ve brought you a small snack, you’re going to enjoy it,” you just wanted to crawl into bed and forget the day you had, but you also didn’t want to snub her kindness, you reached out to unlock and open the door.

“Buongiorno tesoro… enjoying your little excursion? Marina here was kind enough to show me to your room so I could surprise you… seems like it worked, look at this charming expression,” turning to the smiling woman, Giorno nodded for her to leave. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, you wanted to cry, to run, to jump right out through the hazy window but your feet were rooted to the ground.

“Well (y/n) … you’ve been running around Naples for the entire day, have you found what you’re looking for?” his usual honeyed tone was laced with derision as he critically eyed your surroundings. “is this what you were so desperate to escape to? Look at this place… look at the condition you’re in… how is any of this better than everything I’ve given you?”

“I have my freedom here…” was all you could muster as your mind raced thinking of how he had still managed to find you despite all the precautions you had taken. “Giorno, how…”

“How did I find you? I always have my ways…” he said, sauntering over to the window, opening it just enough to make eye contact with whoever was outside, dismissing them with a nonchalant wave of his gloved hand. Pulling out his cellphone, he showed you the opened application, explaining that he had been using it to track your location, following the signal from the diamond earrings he gifted you on your birthday, carelessly left on when you had made your hasty escape. In all fairness, you hadn’t considered that the dainty gems were anything more than that. Feeling your legs starting to give out under you at the revelation that you were the cause of your own undoing, you sat on the bed hanging your head in defeat.

“Freedom, you say? Tell me how has that worked for you?”

“That’s not fair! You’ve basically controlled every single encounter I’ve had, and even when I thought I had escaped you by coming here, you still somehow managed to manipulate the situation…” you shouted, tears of frustration running feely down your face.

“Stop being dramatic, the world is full of horrible people, everyone is looking out for themselves, I wish you would realize that… tell me tesoro, how many people turned you away? Threw you out of their cars, made up excuses to deny your requests? Not one of those people looked into those pleading eyes and thought you were worth helping. Why? Because people are selfish…”

“You… you threatened them all, you…”

“You give me too much credit, it’s not like I was going to kill them, I hate violence, despite your disappointingly low opinion of me, even you have to admit that I’ve never done anything to physically harm you… all I want is to protect you, you don’t understand how things work out there,”

“It’s not like you’ve ever given me the opportunity to find out how things are… I”

“Some people are just meant to be loved and protected tesoro, isn’t that enough? Why would you want to risk being hurt to get a taste of something that’s actually not even worth it… you’re not cut out for this life… I’ve been here so I know this isn’t what you deserve. You’re coming back home with me,”

“But, I- “ you attempted to interject but his intense glare halted you.

“(y/n), I’m very patient under most circumstances, but please don’t test me now, I won’t say it twice…” said Giorno with a slight bite to his voice, it was clear he was growing tired of this conversation, and you were losing your will to fight back. With a quivering lip and misty eyes, you moved to gather your belongings but was stopped by the young don, arguing that he can replace whatever is there, wanting no other reminders of this transgression to follow you both back. Resigning yourself to this fate, realizing there was nowhere beyond his reach, you grasped his outstretched arm and followed him to the car to return to your life of opulent captivity. Months and months of planning all resulting in nothing, it became glaringly obvious to you that escaping was futile…

[nctsworld]

just let me adore you

✩ jaehyun x reader (ft. mark) | fluff | campfire au | 2.3k → summary: in which the sparks between you and jaehyun burn brighter than the fire in front of you.  → warnings: fluff, flirting, swearing, kissing, wingman!mark whoo let’s get it → rating: teen+

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Laughter atop of wooden logs and wisps of smoke from the recently made fire fly towards the darkening sky on the beach. On the topic of fires, you and your friends are now reminiscing about when Haechan almost set his house on fire on more than one occasion. 

Your face is stuffed in Mark’s shoulder, unable to control your fit of laughter. As you pull away to breathe, you see a familiar group of men walking closer. Your eyes widen in reaction to one in particular.    

“You didn’t tell me Jaehyun was coming,” you spew behind the gritted teeth of your smile, leaning into Mark while having your gaze still locked on the group approaching. 

“Whoops?” Mark shrugs nonchalantly. You punch the imp smile off of your best friend’s face. He mumbles an ow and rubs the tender spot.

“Could’ve at least given me a heads up, you little shit.” 

“Maybe tonight you two will finally—hey, guys!” 

His words are cut off as the group finally arrives at their destination, greeting everyone perched on the logs. 

You may as well have flung yourself into the flames when Jaehyun flashes you a smile and maybe it’s all in your head, but you swear his eyes are fixated on only you.

Jaehyun and you were in an... odd spot. 

You may have gone to the same university, but the campus was huge, and you only ever really saw each other during large mutual gatherings, like tonight, so it was hard to get to know each other when you were often encircled with your particular clique. 

You two were mutuals on Facebook, but there wasn’t any concrete reason for you two to message each other out of the blue. However, you’d be lying if you said you never opened up the chat, stared at the blank conversation, and spent more time than you’d admit in thinking of a message to muster up. 

Yet, during only the handful of times you’ve been around Jaehyun, you liked being around him. He was sweet, like how he gave you pointers during the get-together at the bowling alley, and Mark has only said good things about him, giving him the seal of a best friend's approval.

Sure, it was a little awkward at times. Small talk was the norm, but neither of you could deny that there was something itching under the surface between you two. Maybe some nurture and care was all that was needed to break the chemistry free.

Or maybe all that was needed was tonight.

Because the logs near you are already occupied, Jaehyun and the latecomers sit across from you. Jaehyun’s in your direct line of sight with only the fire coming between the two of you.

The night falls as the blaze burns stronger and higher, becoming the only illuminating presence on the beach. Although conversations are all about, everyone’s attention is on it. Flames dance, entangling with each other in freedom. Orange and yellow hues reflect off of every face surrounding the warmth. It’s uncommon to see unconstrained flares like this often, so the rarity adds to the addictive pull of them. 

Everyone’s attention is on the fire, save for two people. 

You prefer listening to others speak and don’t really say much unless elicited, so you spend a lot of your time appreciating the beauty of the things surrounding you—at the rolling ocean waves, up at the stars, or across the wavy haze at the figure before you.

And when you aren’t looking at Jaehyun, you’re unaware of how he’s appreciating the beauty in front of him too. 

Back and forth, neither of you expect to lock eyes, but when it inevitably does, neither of you break away. On the contrary, Jaehyun offers a side smile, which showcases his dimple, and a modest wave. 

Returning his gesture with a giggle and a weak wave back, you then pretend to listen to neighbouring dialogue for a moment. 

Five seconds later, you can’t help it and steal a glimpse of him once more. 

You’re surprised to find him beaming back. 

Even though Mark’s preoccupied with telling the recent story of him winning another watermelon eating contest, he sees you smiling in his peripheral vision. His mouth still runs off, but he turns his head and sees that Jaehyun's the reason behind your smile. Although the eye flirting makes him mentally gag, he fully supports your pursuit if it makes you happy. 

Catching on, your best friend stands up to “stretch his legs” and moves closer to the ones he’s talking to, continuing the anecdote while standing. Not even a minute passes, and it doesn’t take much for Jaehyun to make a break for the empty spot next to you. 

Jaehyun doesn’t sit as close to you like Mark did, respecting your space, but is close enough to have you nervously plucking the fabric of your jeans. 

It starts off with the normal small talk, asking how classes have been and what you’ve been up to lately. Immediately after, silence takes over. 

Now that he’s in close proximity, looking at him feels like a sin. Nevertheless, you still commit the crime, stealing little glances at him throughout the bustling chatter and crisp crackling. 

Feeling overwhelmed by the silence, you grasp onto more small talk, which unfortunately soon reduces to you just rambling. Throughout it all, Jaehyun doesn’t say anything. All he does is nod and listens intently, leaning closer to you with his forearms on his thighs to capture everything that you’re saying. 

When you take a breather, he finally speaks up.  

“Although I love to hear you talk,” his voice is low and gentle, sending a small shiver down your spine. “And by all means, you can keep talking, but don’t feel pressured to fill the silence.” 

He pauses for a beat, and you peer over to view him lowering his head. 

He’s rubbing one thumb over his other, and the friction only makes his palms sweat more. Tingles reach Jaehyun’s ears, and he ponders if you notice it under the dim glow. 

“You don’t have to say anything at all; I always like just being around you, even if we aren’t talking.” 

The cool air blows, calming you along with his words. A shy grin spreads across your face. Feeling more at ease, you shift towards him, closing the empty space between you on the log and letting your leg lean onto his. Jaehyun’s focus trails from your leg to your face, and he dives deeper into your perfection with another of his famous, sweet dimpled smiles. 

Despite Jaehyun’s reassurance, you two slowly start to converse with less tension. Through the night, you get to know each other bit by bit, unravelling each other’s life stories, yet simultaneously writing a new chapter, intertwining the lines of your lives together.  

Additionally, you begin to melt for Jaehyun’s jokes. This is a first, to hear him joking around like this, but you soon find yourself laughing into his shoulder like you did with Mark not long ago.

And Jaehyun adores how you click with his humour, but he adores your laugh even more. 

Someone remembers that they brought snacks in their bag, and fast enough, marshmallows are being passed around. Jaehyun, along with a few others, hunt along the beach and come back with stray sticks for the sweet treats. 

As you two roast marshmallows, you’re sitting in comfortable silence, exchanging glances every so often. Suddenly, he lays a hand on yours, pulling it back along with the stick.  

“Careful,” he warns softly into your ear. “You don’t want a burnt marshmallow.”

Your breathing hitches, thinking about the only other time Jaehyun touched you.

It was during Johnny’s birthday dinner at a buffet restaurant. You were in the midst of devouring your food when your hair got in the way (out of all the days you forgot a hair tie, it had to be today). Failed attempts transpired at moving it; you blew, you shook your head, you rubbed the loose strands against your upper arm sleeve...

“May I?” 

His delicate inquiry made you freeze. Jaehyun already finished his food and offered his clean hands to fix your dilemma. You were so dedicated to finishing your meal that you forgot that he was right next to you, probably thinking you were a hot mess.  

Regardless, you nodded. You gulped as he daintily tucked the strands of your hair behind your ears. His touch was so brief, so simple. He barely ghosted over your skin, and the moment fleeted as fast as the way your hair ran through his fingertips. 

So if his touch was so simple, why was your heart bursting at the seams? 

Your heart thumps against your chest just the same now as it did then. Maybe even more, since you turn to face him and he’s so close, you feel his warm breath against your face. Your gaze slowly wanders to his lips. Subconsciously, he licks them, and you catch him staring at yours too. Your mind’s drawing blanks, while your body takes control. Both of you draw your bodies nearer and nearer until someone hollers—

“Dude, your marshmallow’s burnt!” 

Both of you stop in your tracks and whip your heads towards the fire, realizing it’s Jaehyun’s marshmallow that the person is referring to. Hastily, he pulls it away, blows the flames off, and stares at the charred piece with a pout. 

“Well, I guess you like burnt marshmallows though, huh?” 

Jaehyun turns to you again, watching you chew your marshmallow with a smug expression. Shaking his head, he runs his tongue along his bottom teeth.

“Hey, for the record, I saved your marshmallow from being burnt.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, sure,” you hum, still chewing, then getting up. “I’ll go get us some more marshmallows. Maybe extra for you, in case you burn more.” 

He clutches his chest in jest at your quip and watches the way you saunter over to the bag, his eyes full of hearts, yet regret courses his veins over how the moment was ruined. 

It’s past 1 AM, and the combination of the summer air and ocean waves pack a bite that urges you to go home. You’re both standing near the fire, waving at others who are leaving, when you begin to say you your good-bye.

“I should also get going.” Your hands are in your pockets, feet kicking at the sand. 

“Is Mark your ride home?” You nod in reply and open your mouth, ready to tell him how nice the night went with him. 

“Can I…” he abruptly cuts in before inhaling sharply. “I was wondering if you’d let me drive you home?” 

Your jaw drops at the suggestion, causing his expression to change instantly. “Unless you’d prefer Mark to, I totally understand.” 

Obviously, you accept without hesitance, and run off to Mark to inform him of the change of plans. After hugging him and saying your good-byes, Mark whispers, “Don’t stay out too late.” Then, he gives you a wink before you run to your driver for the night, walking side by side with him back to his car. 

Because it’s late and you’re both a little tired, the ride home is quiet, albeit for Jaehyun’s music playing in the background and when you begin to speak up to give directions on how to get to your place. Rolling up in front of your home, he turns the ignition off, but leaves the music still on. 

“I had a great time with you tonight,” he says with a hand still on the steering wheel. 

Tucking your hair behind your ear, you nod, “Me too.” 

Anticipation lingers in the air for a while prior to Jaehyun cutting it with a question you’ve been dying to hear. 

“Are you free next weekend?” 

You press your lips together, trying to hide a smile back. 

“Only if you are.” 

He laughs with a shake of his head, amused at your playfulness. He can definitely get used to this. 

“I’ll message you when I get home and we can work out the details soon.” 

“Sounds good,” you sway a bit in your seat whilst holding in your excitement. “Well, good night, Jaehyun.” 

Your fingers are on the door handle, but you aren’t quite curling them around it.

“Good night,” he says your name in a hush and you look back at him. The two of you match eye contact and get lost in the gleam of each other’s starry eyes. 

You’re unsure who made the first move, but it doesn’t matter because his kiss scorches you, melting you into putty. As you think you’re about to fall apart between blissful sighs, Jaehyun catches you with each caress, holding you together by your cheeks and the nape of your neck.    

Breaking away for air, you lay your forehead against his, panting, “Wow.” 

“Yeah,” he chuckles softly. “I’ve been waiting to do that since I burned my marshmallow.” 

No coherent thoughts are running through your mind, except your yearning for the man in front of you. All you want is him and his touch on your skin again, so you agree with his sentiment by diving in again without warning. 

It takes much strength for you to finally depart from each other’s embrace for the night, but when you do, Jaehyun plants a kiss on the back of your hand and wishes you sweet dreams. 

Exhausted and in disbelief over tonight’s events, you quickly change out of your clothes and tuck yourself into bed. Unfortunately, sleep is near impossible because your mind replays everything over and over.

Suddenly, your phone lights up, notifying you of a new message. 

Little did you know you’d stay up messaging the man on the other end until the sun rose. 

Next weekend really couldn’t come fast enough.

[xximpressions]

The Disrespect (Part 4)

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Word Count: 870

Chapter Summary: The fallout.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x black!reader

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The car’s rumbling ended abruptly as the ensuing silence became deafening.

Not a word had been spoken since leaving the house of Billy Kimber and you still weren’t speaking now. Though it should have dictated your next move, being parked outside your house had yet to prompt you towards the front door. Instead, you stayed facing forward in the embracing quiet that enveloped the car.

Sitting across the seat from an equally silent Tommy, you could not pinpoint the exact reason for your hesitation. A small part of you knew it was because you wanted Tom to break the abrasive tension that had settled over you. But the bigger part of you had reached a point of being tired of waiting on him.

“Goodnight Thomas,” you said through a heavy sigh as you opened the car door.

Preoccupied with your keys, you missed the way Tommy’s eyes widened at the formal use of his first name and the urgent way he raced out of the car to catch up with you.

He was only two steps behind you when he tried to speak.

“Listen —”

“Don’t.”

Because you had no intention of hearing a thing he had to say.

You might have been able to forgive him with the right words had his idiotic plan remained strictly hypothetical. But it had manifested itself into reality and caused real damage. More than just your pride refused to forget his choices led to you getting hurt.

Because it wasn’t just one choice.

Had he taken the time to explain his plan, you would have pretended to seduce Kimber your damn self. But he chose to manipulate you. He chose to keep you in the dark. And he chose not to trust you. While you could forgive a lot, you weren’t sure you could forgive that.

“So...I’m gonna keep my distance for awhile.”

You said before unlocking and opening your door.

“Please, just —”

“No.”

Halfway inside, you turned back towards the man who broke your heart.

“I said our friendship was over and I meant it. You saving me from the situation you put me in doesn’t change that.”

You watched as Tommy’s eyes darted over your face, searching for the warmth that usually greeted him, but all he saw was a smarting bruise and a coldness he wasn’t used to.

After a moment to allow your words to sufficiently sink in, you said,

“Goodbye Thomas.”

And you finally shut the door.

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The space you needed was given to you gradually, with Tom showing up at your door every day for weeks to a dwindling once a month. He did the same thing every time he showed up; you knew because you could hear him through the door. You’d hear the scuffle of his shoes against the gravel outside your door, you’d hear the switch of his lighter as he smoked a cigarette to calm his nerves, and you’d hear the two knocks he left to resonate throughout your house.

Despite being familiar with his routine, you couldn’t help leaving his visits go unanswered. Soon, several months had passed since the day at the racetrack and everything that came with it.

Often, you caught yourself thinking about the man that held your heart and betrayed your trust. With both statements being true, you were left in a constant state of confliction any and every time you ran into Thomas.

He seemed to finally accept that you were sticking to your word and gave you space whenever you two were in the same vicinity. Though, that didn’t stop you from noticing that the more distance he allowed to grow between you, the bigger the bags underneath his eyes seemed to get.

Another week into this endeavour, Aunt Polly stopped by your house for tea and a chat. If she was to be believed, Tom was behaving in a way no one could understand. He was always one for taking risks, but they usually fell on the side of calculated, not reckless. The way Pol spoke, it would seem his actions were falling on the side of the latter rather than the former as of late. Though it took effort, you were managing the part of you that wanted to be concerned. It was difficult to turn off years of friendship, but it wasn’t impossible.

The crackling pop of the fire brought you out of your contemplations and allowed you to take another sip of your bourbon.  You absentmindedly ran your hand over the silk scarf you used to tie down your hair - another gift from your former friend - and pulled your legs onto the couch.

Your eyes had just begun drifting shut when a pounding on your door had you racing for your robe and your pistol. With the thundering rain and hour of night, you had no idea who it could be.

With the gun in hand by your side, you swung open the door ready to pull the trigger. You only lowered your weapon when you saw you were pointing a gun at Thomas fucking Shelby.

He was leaning heavily on the bannister of your door, soaked to the skin, and panting.

Just as you went to speak, you realized why he looked so haggard.

He was bleeding.

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Summer Heat

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Summer Heat

Description: Female reader imagines what being with some of Chicago's finest might look like. Kelly Severide. Jay Halstead. Antonio Dawson.

Warnings: 18+ only, oral sex (fem receiving), brief mention of spanking. Smut language?

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Summer Heat

The Chicago summer air was heavy. Inside the 21st precinct was almost as stifling. Either the air conditioning can't keep up with the high temperature, or the outdated unit is on the fritz. You realize it quite possibly could be both. You suppose it doesn't matter as one point remains the same: there's no relief from the summer heat.

To make matters worse, things are unusually quiet for the Intelligence Unit. You and the team are stuck at your desks getting caught up on tedious paperwork.  Everyone is desperate for interruptions. 

Adam stands suddenly, volunteering to pick up lunch. Antonio tells him it's only nine and a disgruntled Adam sits back down in his chair.

The day drags on. So far you have attempted paperwork, rearranged the contents of your desk, made yourself appear busy without really doing anything, taken two bathroom breaks, and actually worked on your paperwork.

A sigh escapes you. You're bored and hot, itching for anything to break up the monotony of this day.

You catch a sudden movement from the corner of your eye and spot a familiar face.

Kelly Severide from Firehouse 51 is bouncing up the stairs. He nods in greeting to the others in the bullpen. Before you can get out the question as to what he's doing here, he shoots you a playful wink and heads straight into Voight's office, closing the door behind him.

Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's due to boredom, but despite being at work you can't help but imagine Kelly giving you that same wink right before he brings his lips to your entrance planting a kiss right there. Then his mouth dips down, his tongue darts out licking at your folds. His stubble brushing against your sensitive skin and his tongue finding your sweetest spot, causing you to moan. Kelly wouldn't bother fighting back a chuckle. He'd slip a finger inside you and work it vigorously giving you immense pleasure. He'd continue to lick and suck at your clit, pausing only to say how good you taste. Another finger would slip inside you and Kelly wouldn't stop until you climaxed. He'd feel you start to shake and would encourage you to come with words and actions. Your hips would involuntarily buck against his mouth, but Kelly would be unbothered...

You cross your legs desperate to feel any friction. The door to the office swings open and you nearly jump. Kelly catches your eyes and you think you blush. 

"See ya around, y/n." He waves a hand bye to the others.

"Mhm," is all you manage to mumble before he disappears down the stairs.

Jay questionly looks at you from his desk. But you shake your head. You grab a hair tie from your wrist and grab your hair to put in a high ponytail desperate to keep it off your neck.

"You look like you could use this." You look to see Jay now standing at the side of your desk, offering you a cold bottle of water.

'Thanks," you smile as you reach for it. You place the bottle at the nape of your neck before cracking it open and taking a long sip.

Jay leans closer to you. Despite the heat, his hot breath tickles your skin. "Sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine,"  you lie. As Jay makes his way back to his desk your mind wanders again. This time to Jay.

His lips drop to the spot on your neck behind your ear as he presses a sensual kiss there. He's just told you how fucking beautiful you are and you can still feel his breath on your skin. His hands would roam your body. His calloused fingers feeling rough against your soft breasts but his touch would be gentle, cupping each one, massaging them and lightly pinching your nipples. A delighted moan would escape you and you would straddle him. You envision Jay helping you lower yourself onto him. As you adjust to his size, he sucks and nips at your neck and collarbone. Your hips would steadily rock against him. While you might be in control of the speed Jay would take advantage of the position. His hand and mouth are taking turns engulfing your breasts,fingers pinching your hardening nipples, tongue encircling the sensitive peaks. His actions eliciting more pleasurable moans from you. You would build a faster rhythm, almost aching with desire. His other hand makes its way to your ass, smacking it lightly. The stinging sensation would only turn you on more. Your hitched voice telling Jay you're about to cum would cause his light eyes to grow dark with lust. His hands urgently attach themselves to your hips as he helps you rock against him harder and faster until...

Antonio calls your name, pulling you out of your daydream. Your head whips in his direction. "What?"

A smirk plays at his lips as he carefully looks at you. Fearing that he can read your mind, you blush. Of course you're being ridiculous; there's no way he could know what you were just thinking about your colleague. Your eyes carefully dart to Jay, who has his head down in his paperwork. You look back at Antonio. You're not sure, but you think his smirk has grown.

"I asked you if you had an extra file folder." He stands at his desk, arms crossed and it's impossible for you not to notice how the stance emphasizes his perfectly chiseled arms.

"Uh..umm, yeah. It's right...Um, here," you answer, clearly distracted, pulling out your side desk drawer, rummaging through files until you come across an empty folder. Antonio's eyes never left you, but now you feel Jay's on you again. You glance at him, but seeing his bemused expression, you quickly look back in your drawer. Pulling out the folder, you extend your arm, finally offering it. "Sorry, Antonio." He takes it from you grinning, but doesn't say anything, which is for the best because once again you're preoccupied.

You can't help it. You really like how his name falls from your lips. An...ton...i..o… An...ton..i..o. Oh! You imagine calling out his name over and over. His large dick would fill you completely and he would expertly drive it in and out of you. Your moans of pleasure mixed with his name would only encourage him and you just know he'd be calling you mami or nena. And that would almost be enough to send you over the edge. One of your hands would grip his muscular shoulder, nails undoubtedly leaving marks as you dig into him, attempting to bring him impossibly closer. Your other fingers would lace themselves in his short hair and tug. His thrusts somehow manage to hit you deeper. Your back would arch further into the mattress and the slight change in position would cause your name to come out of Antonio, followed by a few swear words in Spanish. This would, of course, turn you on even more. Antonio would be able to tell by the way your eyes fluttered shut but not before you saw that smirk of his. He'd purr into your ear, telling you how good you felt and that he wasn't anywhere near done with you yet. His words would trigger your release, your walls clamping around him -

"Alright, all of you get outta here, we're done for the day," your sergeant's gruff voice interrupts you and you're embarrassed to admit you never even heard his office door open.

Upon Voight's dismissal, you all but jump from your seat more than ready to leave the precinct.

Jay easily catches up with you. "Hey, y/n, wait. Let's go to Molly's for a drink. You can tell me what's been on your mind all day."

"Uh…"

"I just got a text from Gabby," Antonio's voice calls out from behind you as he slowly approaches the two of you. "Said she, Casey, and Severide are already there. Looks like everyone is wanting a cold one after this scorcher of a day. So, what do you say, y/n….you coming?"

Antonio's choice of words cause you to blush and you mentally curse yourself. Jay and Antonio watch you waiting for your response.

"Yeah, I'm coming- I mean, yes I'll go to Molly's." You quickly walk away, leaving the two men behind. You wonder just how long it will take for you to be able to look either of them in the eyes again. This was going to be a long night.

Stupid summer heat.

[icefire149]

30! Deancas, its cold so cas insists on a scarf instead of his tie

Char I'm so sorry this took a million years to write. Work and life kept me extremely busy, and then this lovely fic kept going in a different direction (which seems like a theme in every prompt I tackled). I really hope you enjoy this one, and have a lovely day :D

#30 - I love you mumbled into a scarf

Dean had his head buried so deep in thought about the impala’s winter maintenance that he almost missed the familiar foot steps breezing past in the garage. His eyebrows pressed together as he pulled his head out of the car. “Cas, buddy, where are you going?”

Cas stopped dead in his tracks, and turned on his heels. “Oh, Dean.” His gaze nervously glanced around the garage. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Are you okay?” Dean leaned against the side of the impala now, and crossed his arms. “You look kinda spooked.”

Cas’ gaze flitted around the car. “Do you happen to have Jack with you?”

“Nah,” Dean answered, scratching the back of his neck. “He went on a grocery run with Sam about a half hour ago.”

“Oh,” Cas exhaled, and visibly relaxed some. “That’s good. He’ll enjoy that greatly.”

“Did you need him?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“No.”

Dean walked around the car and stopped closer to Cas. “I’m gonna need more than that. What’s up?”

“I need to go Christmas shopping.”

Shaking his head slowly, Dean blinked. “Are….are we celebrating Christmas this year?”

“I’d like to,” Castiel confessed. “I know you and Sam have your own traditions and this is your home, but I’d like to give Jack his first Christmas since….last year he wasn’t here.”

“Oh.” The word tumbled out of Dean’s mouth. He was going to need time to process every verbal hit Cas pummeled him with. In a daze, he pointed at the impala with his thumb. “Do you want a ride?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” Cas answered genuinely surprised. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He was still sorting Cas’ words when he found himself opening the impala’s door.

The angel slid into the front passenger seat, and they were off in the direction of the nearest shopping mall. It wasn’t until they hit their second red light that something finally clicked into place in his brain. “Is that why you tend to disappear around the holidays?” Turning, he kept his eyes on Cas long enough to see the twist in his expression.

“Maintaining customs, holiday traditions in this case are incredibly important to humans. I didn’t want to overstep or interfere.”

“You do realize I leave probably a dozen voice mails the closer it gets to Christmas, right?”

“Yeah, it’s quite irritating having my phone going off so often when I’m trying not to take from your time with Sam.”

“Cas,” Dean said exasperatedly. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, but the blaring honk of the car behind him momentarily cut off his train of thought. When traffic settled so did Dean, “I already get enough of Sammy, and I’m sure he’s more than sick of me too, especially around the holidays.”

“Oh.”

“And yeah, I’ve been wanting you to join us….since forever. Seriously.”

“I’m sorry.”

There was a pained tone in his voice that startled Dean down to his core. He shivered involuntarily. Glancing over at Cas, he saw that the angel had his eyes glued out the window. It bothered Dean not being able to pin down what was bothering Cas. It felt like so much more was hidden in that apology.

Turning back to the road, Dean reached a hand out blindly until it connected with the sleeve of Cas’ coat. “There’s nothing to be that upset about, your heart was in the right place.”

Cas didn’t respond, and Dean didn’t loosen his grip. Instead, he tightened it, but spoke with a note of levity. “And how many times do I gotta tell you that the bunker is your home too?”

“Once more, perhaps?”

Dean could feel the constriction in his chest loosen at the faint smile he could hear in Cas’ voice. He shook his head. “Giving Jack a real first Christmas is a great idea. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it months ago.”

“I think we’ve all been a bit too preoccupied.”

“Yeah.” Dean withdrew his hand and turned the car down the nearest exit. “You’re not wrong.” Basically since Jack was born they’ve been non-stop busy. The past few months in particular were miserable, for all of them.

“I know things aren’t one hundred percent safe with Michael still out there,” Cas started. “But I’m glad that you’ll be home for Christmas. I fear I would’ve ruined Jack’s holiday if you weren’t here.”

“Nah,” Dean argued, feeling his eyebrows pinch together. “My presence shouldn’t make that much of a difference.”

“Dean.” He could feel the angel’s stare sliding under his skin. “I left Jack with Sam so I could chase every whisper, blade, bullet, and trap that might lead to you. And from what I’ve gathered, Sam did much of the same passing Jack off on whoever was willing to keep an eye on him. That wasn’t fair to him, and I’m not proud of my behavior.”

“Hey,” Dean tried cutting through Cas’ frustration with himself. “You had no idea what Sam was gonna do.”

“Jack was never meant to be Sam’s responsibility. I-”

“You did the best you could at the time.” Cas didn’t answer, and Dean couldn’t risk taking his eyes off of traffic in that moment. “I mean it, and besides we’re well past that tunnel now. And we’re gonna give Jack a real Christmas.”

“Thank you.”

Dean hummed in response, and spotted what he was looking for: the sign for the mall. “Don’t tell Sammy, but-” He glanced at Cas’ curious expression. “since we found the bunker, I’ve always wanted to make it look like Christmas threw up all over the place.”

And to Dean’s genuine surprise, Cas laughed. It was happy and light, and when Dean turned for a heartbeat, the image of Cas with his head tilted back was branded into his memory. The corner of his mouth curled into a grin. “After growing up watching every Christmas special imaginable as a replacement for actually celebrating the holiday normally...I think it’s like making up for lost time if we go overboard.”

Another hearty laugh rocked Cas. “Makes logical sense to me.”

“Besides the kid will get a massive kick out of it.”

“I hope so,” Cas muttered, as the car came to a stop in the parking space.

“Oh trust me, he will,” Dean said throwing an arm behind the back of his seat and turning to face the angel. “Soooo….where to first?”

Cas observed their surroundings before letting his stare rest on Dean. “I’m not sure.”

“Well we can just check out whichever store is closest and work our way around. Sound good?”

“Yes,” Cas smiled softly.

Dean’s hand rested on the door handle, but the movement next to him made him pause. He watched Cas dig a hand into his jacket pockets until he pulled out a long, dark blue scarf. “Traded the tie out for a new accessory?”

The angel snapped his hands to his chest in order to hold the scarf tightly. “It’s new,” he said defensively.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Dean grinned. “Did you go out of your way to buy something the same exact shade as your favorite tie?”

Cas’ eyes trailed down to the fabric between his fingers. “Maybe,” he answered after a short, meditative pause.

“It’s nice,” Dean said pushing his door open. “I was wondering where the tie was today.” He got out of the car and Cas quickly followed him on the other side.

Cas hooked the scarf behind his neck. “It felt redundant.” His expression quickly twisted in frustration as his hands failed to wrap the scarf in a way that would be comfortable.

“Need some help, buddy?”

The angel’s gaze pierced him like a knife, but that didn’t stop Dean from circling around the impala to stop directly in front of Cas. He held his hands out. “Just let….”

Cas’ hands fell to his sides, and the frustration slowly smoothed out of his face. His gaze locked onto Dean’s.

“-me help.” Dean started wrapping the scarf properly so Cas could duck the lower half of his face out of the chilly, winter air whenever he wanted.

There was something magnetic in Cas’ demeanor. As it circled and grew in his eyes, it filled Dean with a soft warmth that drew him a step closer. His skin burned, but on his brother’s life he couldn’t remember in that moment why he would normally never let himself get this close.

Dean could feel the puffs of Cas’ breath caressing his face, sending goosebumps across every inch of his skin. Despite this, he reached forward and finished laying and puffing the scarf up.

The apples of the angel’s cheek’s appeared pinker when Dean’s gaze slid up from the blue fabric that was still caught between his fingers. Cas’ bottom lip twitched for a second, and then he sunk his face into the scarf.

Thoughts slid back into Dean’s head. Louder than ever. The tips of his fingers clung a little tighter to the scarf. This feeling wasn’t new. Everything that had to do with Castiel, it was like a Gordian Knot. There was too much to sort and untangle. The fragile thing they had was too important to him to destroy completely. The solution was simple and staring him in the face, but he’d been teetering on that decision for a decade now.

Before he could move, a simple vibration resounded up his fingertips. And before Dean could ask what the angel had said, Cas broke the moment.

His hands slowly and shakily unhooked Dean’s grip, lowering them. The scarf slid down Cas’ face as he momentarily glanced around the parking lot. Dean quickly forgot about the brief indescribable look in the angel’s stare, when a glimpse of Cas’ teeth caught his eye.

The tension eased in Cas’ shoulders. He released Dean’s hands with a widening smile. “Let’s go. I’m not sure what would be suitable for a Christmas tree. Any ideas?”

“Yeah,” Dean grinned, losing himself in this new moment. “We’ll have to go elsewhere and grab your truck, but I have several ideas.”

The prompt was from this list. I'm not expecting any more prompts from this one, but if there's one you really want me to try please ask! (and specify the prompt list).

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Just So I Could Call You Mine - Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader part 3

A/N: It's finally here!! I'm sorry the wait was so long but I'm hoping it'll be worth it. I'd just like to thank @ya-boi-is-dead for the inspiration for this fic. Please enjoy:)

Warnings: Swearing

*** = time skip

Word Count: 2744

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Things with Aaron had been going great. After the incident at Rossi’s, we decided to take things slow but, us being who we were, fell right back into the pattern of things. Most weekends were spent with each other whether it was going for coffee, a stroll in the park, or (more often than not) we just stayed home enjoying each other’s company once again. We tried to hold off from telling the team to start with as we didn’t want the pressure of them knowing to somehow hinder things but trying to hide a relationship from a group of profilers is like trying to hide from an unsub behind a glass door. Impossible. When they all inevitably found out, Aaron got an earful from the lot of them considering how things went last time, but I can honestly say, he’s not going to hurt me. The one person we’ve decided it’s absolutely essential not to tell is the mega bitch herself – Haley. I can’t risk Aaron losing Jack for being in a relationship with me, I’d never forgive myself. So, while Haley knows me and Aaron are back on good terms, everything else is hidden from her.

I jolted upright as an alarm sounded right next to my head. I fumbled around beside me trying to find my phone to shut it off. As I pulled my phone towards me, JJ’s name flashed in my face.

“Oh my god finally, where the hell are you? Is Hotch with you?” She said sounding frustrated.

“What do you mean?” I replied, my voice heavy with sleep. As I was talking, I felt an arm snake around my waist pulling me backwards. Aaron buried his head in the crook of my neck, sighing happily. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone, cuddle up to him and just stay there forever. However, this being my life – that was not going to happen.

“You were meant to be here half an hour ago. Hotch has a meeting this morning that starts in 20 minutes and neither of you are anywhere to be seen.” JJ explained. That woke me up. I looked at the clock. 10:00. Shit.

“Aaron.” I jabbed him with my elbow causing him to groan while pulling me closer to him. “Aaron, seriously wake up. We’re so late. You have a meeting today.” I hissed. He shot up right.

“What?” He looked at the clock. “Fuck. What happened to the alarm?” He asked, rushing to get out of bed.

“I don’t know, we must have forgotten to set it.” I replied. “Okay Jayje we’re on our way, we’ll be there asap. See you soon.” I said hanging up the phone. Aaron tumbled into the bathroom, pulling his trousers on before grabbing his toothbrush. I pulled my shirt over my head whilst frantically trying to find my hairbrush.

“I can’t believe we let this happen.” I called out, trying not to laugh.

“I know, I could’ve sworn I set the alarm.” He replied.

“I mean we were a bit, well – preoccupied – last night.” I joked. He shot me a smirk before his face dropped.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“I was meant to take jack to school today. He has a late start and Haley said she couldn’t make it. But I’ve got to the get to this meeting.” He dropped his head in his hands.

“Where is he now?” I questioned.

“He should still be at Jess’s, he stayed over last night.” He replied, doing his tie up.

“Well, I can grab him if you want. I can afford to be a few more minutes late to the office.” I offered. He shot me an uncertain look.

“Won’t that look a bit strange? If you turn up they might think somethings going on” he said. I stepped closer to him.

“I can just say I’m doing a favour for a friend. I’ll even throw in there that the rest of the team were busy, so I was a last resort if you want.” I suggested. He chuckled at my words but still looked hesitant.

“What’s on your mind Aaron?” I placed my arms round his neck as his gravitated towards my waist. He sighed.

“I just don’t want to risk things going wrong again. I don’t think I could handle losing you again.” He confessed. My heart melted. It gave me comfort to know he was serious about us this time.

“I get it. But I can promise you this. You are not going to lose me again, okay? I’m in this for the long haul. Not even the queen of manipulation herself can take me away from you.” I said, cupping his face in my hands. A smile graced his lips, one that I only ever saw at home. One that made me feel safe.

“But if you want me to call Emily and ask her to pick him up, I will.” I continued.

“No. I want you to go. Jack loves you anyway.” He replied before pulling me into a kiss. It was a whirlwind, one that I never wanted to break from. But considering neither of us had left the house yet – I was forced to.

“Okay, come on we need to leave.” I said grabbing my coat and heading outside. I gave him a quick kiss before jumping in my car and heading to Jess’ place.

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The ride there was relatively quick considering I’d stayed at Aarons, and she only lived about 15 minuets away. I knew Jess quite well, and we got along. She’d never had an issue with me unlike her sister. But I couldn’t help from feeling slightly anxious as I knocked on the door. However, the last thing I expected was to see was the person I’d been trying my best to avoid.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Haley questioned, raising her brow at me. I swallowed nervously. Don’t get me wrong, she didn’t intimidate me. I mean she’s the human equivalent to a chihuahua – mouthy as fuck but tiny. I just didn’t want to say anything that might jeopardise Aaron.

“Hey Haley, I’m here to take Jack to school. Hotch was running late for a meeting and didn’t think you were available. The rest of the team were busy, so he called me.” I said calmly. She looked me up and down, judging me heavily.

“A likely story. You’re not his mum you know, just because your suddenly all friendly with Aaron.” She said applying as much emphasis as she could onto his name. “It means nothing outside of work.” I could tell she was trying to provoke some type of reaction out of me, but me being the stubborn bitch I am, wasn’t about to give her what she wanted. Instead, I opted for a more entertaining route.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry.” I gushed. “If you ever thought I was overstepping I’m apologise, that was never my intent.” I said my voice oozing with as much fake soppiness I could handle. She rolled her eyes before walking away.

“I can’t believe he still tolerates you” She muttered. I’m assuming she was referring to Hotch. Before I could think on it any longer, Jack can bounding towards me.

“Y/N” He called happily.

“Hey little man” I replied bending down to wrap my arms around him. The happiness this kid brought me was insane.

“You ready for school?” I asked standing back up.

“Yep. We’re making decorations for the class today. We’re having a party on Friday” He replied, beaming up at me.

“That’s amazing buddy. Let’s get you there right away then shall we?” I replied.

“Okay. Bye mum.” He called before grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the car. I didn’t get a chance to see Haley’s face as we left but I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my head. Well, that was fun.

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The rest of the day went fine, despite the rushed start. Luckily Hotch had made it in time for his meeting. We didn’t have a case today, so it was a pretty lazy day. I spent most of it either pestering Emily or gossiping with Garcia. I guess, technically, there was some paperwork I could’ve been doing but my ideas were so much more fun.

“I’m telling you now Garcia, I swore we’d set an alarm.” I said between laughter.

“Well, it’s nice to know he’s satisfying you this time round.” She quipped.

“Hey, satisfaction was never an issue” I replied. Her eyes widened mischievously.

“So” She begun. “He’s good in bed then?” She asked, twirling her fluffy pen in between her fingers as she leant back in her chair.

“Pen, I love you, but I’m not discussing this with you right now. We’re in a professional workspace.” I said, a fake authoritative tone laced in my voice. She shot me a look of pretend annoyance but before she could say anything Emily burst through the door.

“You alright there Em?” I asked turning to face her.

“You guys might wanna come and see this” she said before turning and walking back out the way she came. I swapped a confused look with Garcia before getting up and following Emily. The team was stood in the bullpen, not-so-subtly starring into Hotch’s office.

“What’s going on?” I asked Spencer. He just gestured at the window. I looked up and saw a very pissed off looking Haley standing in front of an equally pissed off Aaron. They were having a rather heated debated (argument) by the looks of things.

“Why is she here?” Garcia piped up. “We don’t know. She just showed up and barged in.” Derek replied. I felt my face flush red as my heart sunk.

“Hey.” Spencer nudged me with his elbow. “What’s wrong?” He questioned.

“I think it’s my fault.” I muttered. This caught the team’s attention, but before anyone could ask me about it, Haley stormed out of his office.

“No, I’m not having this Aaron. This isn’t fair” She yelled.

“You’re being unreasonable. I was running late, and you said you were busy. What did you expect me to do?” He replied, aggravated. Fuck, this was about me.

“You could have called anyone else. Not the woman who’s been trying to squeeze her way into my son’s life. She’s trying to replace me god dam it.” I felt the team’s eyes on me, but I refused to look at them. Aaron glanced at me before replying to Haley.

“You need to quit the bullshit Haley. Y/N knows full well that you are Jack’s mother, and she would never do anything to undermine or replace you. Stop trying to pin this all on her when she’s been nothing but nice to you.” He’d finally had enough of her and I’m not ashamed to admit that I was glad. It made my heart swell with pride to hear how he was defending me. That feeling didn’t last long as Haley’s shrill voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Nice to me?? Aaron have you lost your mind?” She stepped towards him, placing her hands on his chest. This pissed me off. I went to go forward but JJ grabbed my arm.

“Do you not remember what she did? The phone call? She told everyone about you Aaron. I wouldn’t do that to you.” She blinked up at him, clearly trying to win him over. That was enough.

“No, you’d just shag some other guys behind his back wouldn’t you Haley” I called, shaking JJ’s hand from me. I walked up the stairs and stood next to Aaron, who’d pushed her hands away at this point.

“I would never do that. Aaron, listen to her spinning these lies about me.” She protested.

“Seriously Haley? Come off it. You’re making yourself look like a right twat. We all know you cheated, and we all know your just trying to ruin everything good in Aaron’s life because your bitter that he has a life outside of you. So just accept that he’s moved on and leave.” I said, trying my hardest not to yell at her.

“Honestly.” She scoffed. “At least I didn’t expose his secrets to the whole team. You might want to work on keeping your mouth shut. As well as your legs, it’s not attractive to sleep around the office you know honey.” She shot. It took everything inside of me not to smack the bitch right there.

“First of all, stop with the fucking lies okay. I told Aaron what really happened with that phone call. The fact that you tried to turn my own boyfriend against me purely to satisfy your own crazy, possessive fantasies is the most delusional fucked up thing you could have possibly done. He doesn’t love you anymore. When will you get that into your thick skull” I yelled. Safe to say I’d lost it. Haley just starred back at me, unable to talk. “Nobody wants you here. Grab your shit and get out.” I spat. This seemed to snap her back into reality. She shifted her eyes from me to Aaron.

“You are never going to see Jack again.” She hissed. She turned to walk away but I stepped in front of her.

“What was that?”

“I said he’s never going see jack again. I’m taking him to court and making sure I get full custody. If he’s choosing to side with you, there’s no way in hell I’m letting my son be in his life.” She explained, her tone was viscous.

“On what grounds are you going to take him to court for?” I pressed. This caught her off guard. “No please do tell me. Because as far as I’m aware, you don’t have a leg to stand on. Aaron has done nothing to prove he’s a bad father or should be denied custody. He has a house, a clean background, a stable career – I mean hell, he probably earns more than you. So, think about it, do you really want to kick up a big fuss for something you probably wont even win?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to string a sentence together but her words fell short. “Exactly. Now, Aaron will be picking Jack up later and we will bring him home tomorrow. Now, leave.” I concluded, a satisfied smile on my face. Haley glanced from me to Aaron, dumbfounded, before grabbing her bag and storming out. As soon as she left, I heard clapping coming from down below. I looked down and saw Derek grinning proudly as he applauded me.

“WHOOOH!” He called.

“Look at you go girl” Penelope jeered joining in. Soon enough the whole team were clapping and cheering up at me. I laughed at them, suddenly becoming shy. All Of a Sudden, I felt an arm snake around my waist, turning me around. Before I could process anything, Aaron had cupped my face in his hands and crashed his lips to mine passionately. My head was spinning. As cliché as it sounds, the rest of the world melted away as I allowed myself to get lost in the heat of the kiss. It was laced with nothing but love. Eventually, we pulled away from each other, but he pressed his forehead to mine. He wore a boyish, heart-warming smile on his lips.

“I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you.” He whispered. The sincerity in his voice shocked me.

“I-I love you too. I’m sorry to have caused a scene I just couldn’t stand to see her all over you like that and she was-“ I rambled but he cut me off by placing a finger to my lips.

“Shh. You did nothing wrong. Thank you. For everything.” He replied. I pulled away slightly and grinned up at him.

“Anytime love, anytime.” We starred into each other’s eyes for a moment longer. His arms round my waist, mine around his neck – just basking in our love for each other for a brief moment.

“Um guys, this is cute and all, but could you just get a room or something?” Rossi called, causing us all to laugh.

“Come on.” Aaron said, lacing his fingers in mine. “Let’s go home.” I’d never felt happier than I did it that moment. The moment I knew I’d be with him forever.

[furikakyo]

a return to roots | 3

pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader

summary: y/n is a rising star in the music industry, having almost everything you could have ever hoped for as a small-town country girl. now after releasing two triple platinum albums in consecutive years, you face the dreaded artist’s burnout… in order to recover, your manager suggests, you should return to your hometown in hyōgo for a long-deserved break. 

genre: socmed/smau, slice of life 

warnings/tags: timeskip!, mutual pining, slow burn? more like rekindling, slight canon divergence

masterpost 

You finished sending your texts to Osamu and sat back in your bed, tossing your phone aside and then pulling the covers over your head. As you tugged and curled into your blankets, your phone fell to the wooden floor of your bedroom with a heavy thunk. Cursing, you drew back the covers and reached over the edge of the bed, trying to find balance. All of the blood rushed to your face as you huffed, still attempting to rescue your phone without actually laying foot on the ground.

Once you finally recovered it, you sat back onto your bed with a heave, any sleepiness you had now gone. You stared at the ceiling, wondering what you should do that day. A hand fisted itself into the thick blankets as you tossed and turned, trying to find some comfort in your plush bed. You hadn't been able to sleep well the past couple of days, for whatever reason. Your neck hurt, your back was sore, hell, your entire body ached for some reason, restless and yet so tense at the same time.

You sat up suddenly. What was it Kuroo had said to you? You weren't sure.

"Ugh..." You buried your face into your hands, memories of last night's conversation rushing back to you; remembering how you'd started talking about Kita when you were nodding off. It had been over two years since everything between you went down. Why couldn't you stop thinking about it? You could feel the burn of embarrassment and shame behind your eyes, your throat beginning to close up. Sniffling, you opened your phone and scrolled through your contacts. Who wouldn't be busy? Your hand stilled, and your face brightened, if only for a moment. Kenma. He had a calm and comforting presence, which never failed to mellow you out. Plus, he didn’t really talk about emotions or feelings so he wouldn’t ask you about anything related to Kita, nor would you be tempted to talk about him.

You texted your bodyguard and driver, Ichiro, who agreed to pick you up from your apartment and then drive you to Kenma’s. Thanking him for coming on such a short notice and then reminding him to not text and drive, you got dressed for the day, choosing to wear your comfiest hoodie.

A few minutes later, your phone lit up again with Ichiro’s standard “here” text, and you were out the door, not forgetting to bring a hat and sunglasses with you, though. After locking the door and slipping your accessories on, you rushed into the elevator and then made your way down to the car.

The car ride itself was silent, as Ichiro seemed to have picked up on the mood you were in and decided not to comment. Although he was usually stoic, he always maintained a conversation if you initiated it, his responses albeit short. By now you knew that the brevity in which he spoke was not because of anything against you, however, but because he was naturally a quiet person. You wouldn’t have had anyone else for the job, though.

The car softly jolted you as it pulled to a stop, and you unbuckled quickly after realizing you were already at Kenma’s apartment. “Thanks!” you called out, opening the door yourself and then shutting it. You smiled and waved before Ichiro merged back into traffic, watching the car eventually disappear in the long stream of vehicles.

Feeling somewhat better, you entered the complex after buzzing in. and then made your way to Kenma’s apartment, knocking on the door and patiently waiting. There was a long pause and some shuffling behind the door before it opened a crack. Two large yellow eyes peered out into the hall, and then landed on you. The door shut and then opened without the door chain to stop it this time, and you stepped in.

“I brought my Switch,” you proudly announced, looking to the side of the corridor where Kenma was standing, a little hunched over and slouching. You held up your video game console, which was covered in skins and cute accessories you'd purchased. Some of them you'd gotten for free from Kenma though, who got sent free stuff all the time.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said, a soft smile on his face. He pulled half of his hair back with a hair tie and followed you back to where he streamed his games, settling into the chair that all of his fans could recognize by now. “We can play Minecraft, if you want. I haven't gone on our world for a while, so we could both go on.” Kenma swiveled to look at you inquisitively, waiting for an answer.

You lazily waved a hand at him. “No! Today you’re supposed to stream, right? I just crashed your place so I don’t really have a say. You should record and then if you have time after we can play,” you insisted, sitting on the bean bag behind his gamer chair. “I’ll watch or maybe work on my own world.”

Kenma thought about it for a few seconds, then nodded, setting up his microphone and monitors. “Last chance,” he mumbled, then put his headset over his ears, blocking out everything else. You watched in the background with mild interest as he went through his usual monotonous introduction, one that his fans seemed to adore despite its lack of flair. Perhaps it was exactly that what made him so endearing to the internet. Smiling, you glanced back down to your Switch, and opened up Minecraft.

Setting your phone down for a second after replying to Atsumu, you called out lazily: "Oiiii, Kenma.” After a beat of silence and no response, you called again, "Kenmaaaa."

He had been just finished streaming, and pulled off his headphones. "Hm?"

You sat up excitedly, startling Kenma. "When I move, you should visit! Once I get settled in, at least."

He blinked, looking up at the ceiling as if calculating the pros and cons. "Too many bugs," he finally responded with a small grimace. "And it's gross and hot outside."

At that, you broke out into a laugh, the heartiest and most meaningful you’d had in a while. His particular comment wasn't even that funny, it was just- it was just so him. Was your sense of humor breaking? “Maybe I'll be able to change your mind," you mused. "We can even stream a video collab with the both of us- we should try Animal Crossing!" You clapped excitedly, beaming. "Kenma, let's do Animal Crossing once it comes out!”

He squinted his eyes, scooting away from you and your blinding enthusiasm. "Fine," he muttered, hunched over his phone now. He scrolled for a few minutes before speaking again. "Did you see that we're trending? On Twitter and YouTube." Kenma handed you his phone, stifling a small laugh into the collar of his sweatshirt as he sat back.

"I did," you snickered, laying his phone on the table and lying back on his bean bag chair. "My favorite response is the one about the Kodzuken simps," you said, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively at Kenma and then cackling when he turned completely the other way from you. "Kenma, they're devastated!" You gasped dramatically and then draped an arm over your forehead, fainting.

He rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head. "Shut up, Y/N."

After your giggles died out, you saw him offering a controller to you. "Game night!" you cheered, accepting it and sitting up straighter. "We should get takeout!"

Kenma lifted a brow, as if to say why are you even telling me this? "Already on its way.”

The two of you chatted as you played Minecraft, Kenma being a little more open when his mind was preoccupied with gaming. He was, of course, much better than you, eyes glued to the TV screen which had been hooked up to the game console. "Has Kuroo told you who's going to the Olympics?"

You shook your head, then remembered that Kenma wasn't looking your way. "No," you replied slowly, focused on getting out of the water so you could escape the mobs that were chasing you. "But a few of the boys from Inarizaki are. As for Kuroo, I think he was going to say something, but I fell asleep last night. He said something about you and an advertisement, though?"

Kenma smiled, finally breaking his gaze with the screen and looking at you. "Hinata Shōyō from MSBY is collabing with me, to promote the 2020 Olympic games."

Your eyes lit up in recognition. "That's right! Atsumu is teammates with him. I haven't talked to him one-on-one, though. He seems sweet!"

Kenma turned his attention back to the TV, where he was almost done building a house. "He played volleyball in high school too. They beat Inarizaki his first year at Nationals."

You stopped to think, your hands stilling on the controller. Your breathing slowed. In your third year, Inarizaki hadn't progressed further into Nationals, like everyone predicted. Despite being assistant manager, you hadn't thought it would be a big deal to miss their first match in the competition; assistant managers weren’t even allowed on the actual court anyways. You had all thought you were going to get further. You had thought you would get to see your boys play one last time. You had thought you would get to see Kita lead his team to Nationals, as team captain.

You had missed out on that opportunity for signing a record deal.

Beside you, Kenma noticed how quiet you'd gotten but didn't comment, instead going to the door when the buzzer notified him of their takeout delivery. You picked at a loose string on your hoodie, remembering why you didn't often go to Kenma when in distress. While you knew he cared about you and your wellbeing, you also knew that heart-to-heart conversations weren't his strong suit. When he returned a few moments later with your favorite foods, you pushed down the eruption of guilt and self-loathing with a bright smile. "Sorry, what were we saying? Something about Kuroo..." You strained to keep your eyes crinkled and happy.

Kenma's brow furrowed. "Kuroo-"

You interrupted him, and he let you. "Oh yeah! Kuroo and I are gonna hang out on Thursday! Wanna come? I'm leaving Saturday morning, so unless I see you before then, this will be the last time you see me before I leave for Hyōgo."

You watched his face run through a couple of emotions before settling on contemplation. Kenma blew a wisp of stray hair from his eyes and then begrudgingly: "Sure..."

This time, you gave him a true smile and clapped excitedly. "Yay! Should we try to get some of the others to join us? Lev? I want to be able to say goodbye to all of you in person, if possible." Then, swiping the plastic bag from Kenma, you opened the bag hurriedly and began pulling out things. "Here are the plates... and the chopsticks..." You set everything out and then let him load his plate with food first. Soon after, the two of you were back to playing Minecraft, squabbling over who got to use what equipment. After Kenma finally relented and let you have first pick, the both of you set out to fight the swarms of mobs gathered near your shared house.

"Hey, Y/N."

You had looked away for only a couple seconds, but you were blown up by a Creeper. "BITCH," you screeched, "I just fucking died?!"

Kenma snickered, running past your character and stealing everything you'd left behind. You gasped even louder. "BITCH-"

a/n: i said there weren’t going to be as many words as the last part but 🤡 also currently the fic is moving slowly and going day by day but it’ll pick up the pace soonish

taglist (pm me to ask to be added!): @papiibuprofen​ (i didn’t know if i should just respond to your ask publicly sksksk but i added you) 

some ~fun facts~

- y/n’s bodyguard/driver is named after ichiro, one of my fav baseball players

- his name in y/n’s contacts is “bonecrusher 👹” lmao 

- he is stoic but actually a softie; he’s about 30 and has a wife and one kid, both of whom he loves very much 

- i had kenma and y/n playing animal crossing instead of minecraft at first, then realized that it wouldn’t have been released yet, since this takes place in 2020... DAMN YOU TIMELINE

- do i have a map of hyōgo so i can write this fic? yes 💀

[allthatyoulove]

Hold Still

Loki / Reader

Summary: Loki finds you after you get injured while helping him on a mission.

Warnings: cussing, slight angst, fluff (pet names mostly), minimal description of injuries

Words: 1.6k

A/N: This one shot was heavily inspired by this tiktok! Let me know what you think, and check out my prompt list! (Let me know if I missed any warnings and any feedback is welcomed!) Thanks for stopping by :)

Loki’s always had… extravagant aspirations.

His newest one - take over Earth.

I wasn’t going to just sit and watch him do it. If I’m being honest, when he first told me it sounded fun. Riding around on aliens with one of the infinite stones, fighting the Avengers, and all while wearing a badass outfit? There was no doubt I’d be leading the army with him.

Those aren’t the only reasons though. Loki and I were- well, we had- we both… we cared for each other. Sometimes. It’s confusing. I was mostly doing it for him.

It had been going as planned in the beginning. The Inter-Dimensional portal was in full effect, the chitauri were attacking all of New York and looked like they were holding their own. I was a little preoccupied to really analyze how our troops were doing. The Avengers seemed to be doing way better than Loki had told me when he called them, and I quote, “A few dull people with a beast.”

The guy in the blue suit with the shield released all the civilians trapped in the bank after killing some of the aliens, the guy with the bow was on top of a building shooting our troops that were flying by down, and I was chasing a persistent- very beautiful, but dangerous woman with red hair who was using an alien to fly towards the portal.

I didn’t know where Loki was, but frankly, I had my hands full. I was doing pretty good too, until I wasn’t. And to be honest, I fucked up.

I just had to do it.

I just had to show off and be dramatic and catch the arrow that Hawkeye shot at me.

I was riding on a chitauri chariot, chasing after who I found out was called Black Widow when that guy with the bow, Hawkeye, took the shot. Of course I just had to fucking catch it, and give him a pitiful look that said “aw, maybe next time” before it fucking exploded in my face. The chariot blew up, sending both the chitauri and me flying off of it.

I flew off, getting thrown through the glass window and landing in the penthouse room of the Stark building.

Now, unlike almost every other person involved in this war, I wasn’t a god. I didn’t have some robot suit, a bow, I wasn’t a super soldier, and I sure as hell wasn’t an extremely skilled Russian assassin. So me being thrown off of my flying thing and through glass fucking hurt.

I groaned in pain and pushed myself off of the floor, slowly getting up. When I stood up fully I had to stay still for a second before I either threw up or just collapsed from how fast things were spinning. My head was pounding, my left arm half numb half in excruciating pain. I put a hand up to my head, touching where blood was dripping from. I looked around the fancy penthouse and saw a bar towards the back. I slowly stumbled my way to it, keeping my hand on my head where it was bleeding.

I picked up the vodka sitting on the edge of the bar and looked in the mirror to study my injuries. There was a gash at the top of my head where I was bleeding from. I had blood coming from the corner of my lip and a bruised jaw. I had various cuts all over my arms and legs from the glass, but my left arm had a big chunk of glass sticking from it.

I raised my eyebrows and sighed, taking a long drink from the vodka before looking around at what else the bar had to offer me. I only managed to find a white cloth to go with my vodka before my personal DIY medical examination was (rudely) interrupted.

“Surprise!”

I sighed before looking up, seeing Loki grinning with his arms up as he presented himself. He looked as he did this morning, with a few minor cuts and bruises from fighting, and his black-and-green robes and gold horned helmet.

“Glad you’re feeling chipper. This, on the other hand,” I began, temporarily putting the cloth in my mouth before I poured some of the vodka on my hands. I made a sound of discomfort before spitting out the cloth and breathing heavily.

“This is your fault.”

He looked at me incredulously, dropping his arms to his sides before replying. “My fault? My fault that you would catch an arrow with the only purpose to gloat? Only a fool would do that.”

I gave a breathy, sarcastic laugh as I shook my head. I took a deep breath and picked up the cloth, starting to tie it above the huge slash through my left arm before replying. “Where were you?”

“I was busy diverting the attention of that dreadful green creature. He’s quite a pest, you know.”

“Yeah, so are the other five avengers. Although, you wouldn’t know, considering all you’ve done is ride around on your special little alien cart. You could’ve been helping me, and then I wouldn’t look like I was put through a grater!” My head was getting worse by the second, and Loki and I arguing like children wasn’t helping. But I was too stubborn to back down.

“How was I supposed to know you’d catch the arrow? I can’t see into the future, I’m not a witch.” He now stood a few feet away from me with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I didn’t say you had to know I was going to catch it, I just meant if you-” I yelled, before a piercing pain ran through the cut on the top of my head. My hand instantly shot up to it as I winced.

“Are you alright?” Loki said in a soft voice that was an extreme contrast to how he was yelling a second ago.

“No it’s my head it - I just had a pain go through, - it was bleeding earlier but it stopped for a second. It hurts really bad now.”

As soon as my sentence had begun he was closing the space between us and kneeling before me as I sat on a stair in the room. I opened my eyes and looked at his face that was now in front of me. He had a look of concern, his brows furrowed as he stared where my hand was placed. He gently raised his arm to softly remove my hand that was on top of the wound.

“Don’t, it’s- I’m fine.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Let me see it.”

He barely grazed my hand, lifting it up and off the cut. His face slightly paled as he first glimpsed at it. His eyes roamed my face before he swallowed and looked down at his feet for a second.

“What’s the matter, baby? You don’t think I look pretty like this?” I lightly chuckled before another sharp pain ran through the cut again.

He picked his head up and looked at me sternly before ignoring what I said completely, going back to examining the cut.

“Hold still.”

“Nuh-uh, what’re you-” I didn’t have time to lift my hand up to stop him before he lifted his own hand to get out a piece of glass stuck in the wound. I instantly cringed in pain and was going to tell him off when he used his other hand to cover my mouth.

“I said. Hold. Still.”

I instantly stilled, meeting his eyes as he waited a second. Once he realized I wasn’t moving, he smirked and averted his gaze back to the gash.

His eyes and eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he took his time getting the glass out of the wound. He ignored my subtle thrashes and whines in pain and I even caught him smiling or nervously swallowing after a few.

He got a couple more before he moved his face back a couple of inches to examine my entire face.

“All finished, kitten.” He smirked.

He removed his hand from my mouth and I attempted to look unbothered by the whole interaction as I caught my breath and gave him a quick glance up and down.

After a second of getting my breath back, the steady pressure of pain all over my body came back as an incessant reminder to care for the wounds before I had to amputate something. I picked up the vodka and took another swig, cringing at the burning feeling and holding it out as an offer to him. He gave a quick shake of his head as a no.

“C’mon baby boy, you’re gonna need some of this if you’re to finish helping me with all my wounds.” I said, nodding my head towards the bottle.

“Then maybe I’d rather not have a drink, seeing that I am to be in control of whether or not you have a left arm tomorrow.”

I paused, keeping the convincing look on my face for a second before I pouted my lips out in thought.

“Yeah maybe that’s best.”

Crash!

We both instantly turned our heads to the window of the penthouse where the thunderous noise came from.

Our eyes followed it to see the huge green beast on the other side of a building, slamming furniture from the office space into nearby aliens.

“Right. We better hurry this up then, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He went to my left arm, where I had wrapped the cloth, and peeled it off, grimacing at the wound.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now.”

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

baby doll

Dilf! Andy barber

reader is around 19 or whatever age you want (not everyone is 19)

never in a million years you thought you would like your friends dad. but the was case.

It all started when Jacob invited you to do your project at his house. you never meet andy before this but you were about to. You and Jacob walked up the steps to the front door of his house.

“I think my dad is home.” jacob said as he unlocked the door. He walked in once he got it unlocked. you followed him. The house was quite big. you weren’t surprised his dad was a divorced lawyer.

 “dad!” Jacob called out. you stood in the foyer with jacob waiting. not even a few minutes later you heard footsteps coming from out of the kitchen. looking up, you were meet with a very hot Andy barber. he had on a white button up, a tie on and some dark blue jean. It looks is if he just got home from being a lawyer.

Andy looked in between you and jacob. You noticed his eyes trailing your body a little bit longer then you expected. it made you soaked.

“Who’s your girlfriend jacob?” andy asked. you turned to see jacob rolling his eyes. “Her name is y/n and she’s my friend. I got a girlfriend and it’s not her. we’re just doing a school project.”

Andy nodded, smirking as he looked at you. You swallowed thickly, god he was hot. 

“well you two get to work. i’m going to be upstairs.” you watched as andy made his way to the stairs. you could have swore you saw him wink at you before he disappeared, but maybe your mind was playing tricks on you.

“Ok let’s work at the dinner table.” Jacob said as he walked into the kitchen. You followed him and pulled out a chair as Jacob sat down. “Lets start.”

---

you and Jacob worked for about an hour or so. Andy came down to check on you both a couple of times. each times he did his eye would be on you and a smirk would appear. you would quickly have to tear your eyes away from his and clench your legs together. Jacob didn’t even notice yours or Andy’s action which was fine.

Andy knew what he was doing to you!

-

still working you and Jacob were preoccupied that when his phone rung you both jumped. Jacob picked up, seeing that it was his mom, Laurie. he picked up.

“hi mom.”

“yeah.”

‘okay i’ll be over quickly.”

Jacob ended the call quickly before turning to you. “um my mom needs me to come over. It seems urgent so I got to go.” jacob go up, closing his books. “Um you can show yourself out when you’re done okay?” 

you nodded. Jacob gave you a quick smile before walking to and out the front door. You decided it was time for you to go. picking up your books, you shoved them into your bag that was in the chair beside you. once you had everything, you slung the bag over your back, pushed in the chair, and started to walk to the door.

you didn’t notice at first but Andy was waiting at the second step. He knew Jacob was gone. He was here for you. 

“y/n.”

you jumped at the sound of his booming voice. but quickly you calmed down and turn  to him. “uh hi Mr. Barber. Jacob left to go see his mom and uh... I.”

you started to stumble over your words as Andy got closer to you. he had hungry eyes and you weren’t going to lie your panties were soaked. 

“where are you going?” he asked you as he was only a few inches away from your face. your heart thumped as you tried to spit out some words. “I... me... home.”

you cringed at what just came out of your mouth. it was awful. Andy was loving it though. He smirked and licked his bottom lip. “you don’t have to you know?” you nodded even though you weren’t really listening to his words. you were to into his blue eyes. they were look the sea and you were getting lost in them.

Andy placed his hand on your waist pulling you closer to his body. You didn’t fight him. Even though it wasn’t the best idea you couldn’t fight it. 

Andy’s hands trailed up your stomach until he was now gripping your jaw with his rough hands. “good you’re so pretty.” he whispered. shivers ran down your body, making your nipples grow hard. he was something else.

“you going to let me touch you?” he asked raising one eyebrow. you nodded as your eyes feel to his lips. before you know it they were on yours. he made you moan into his mouth and that caused your mouth to fall open giving his a chance to slip his warm tongue in.

you grabbed a fist full of his shirt needing leverage because your knees were about to give in. andy’s hands fell from your face and trailed down your body until they reached your crouch. through your pants he began to touch you. you moaned but that wasn’t enough for you. pulling away, you looked into his eyes. 

“Andy I want your fingers in me.” you said. andy chuckled. “okay baby doll.” he took your hands in his, “follow me.” and that’s what you did. Andy led you up the stairs until you reached his room. 

There was a comfortable bed in the center and that’s where Andy wanted you. “lay down doll.” you did as you were told, laying down on the bed. Andy began to unbutton his shirt. You watched with hungry eyes as he pulled the shirt off of his shoulders revealing hi abs. If you didn’t meet him through Jacob you would have believed he was a dad.

Andy walked over to you, he looped his fingers into the belt hole of your pants before tugging them off of you. You were left in just your black panties and your white tank top. 

Andy crawled his way over your body until he was eye level with you. “you okay with this?” he asked. The sweetness caught you off guard but you nodded. “yes Mr. barber.”

“call me andy.” you nodded before andy pecked your lips sweetly. his hands trailed over your body until they were on your panties. He pushed the waist band out of the way before slipping his fingers into them. you shivered and moaned lightly when you felt his huge digits on your swollen clit. Andy smiled as he watched you bite your lip.

His fingers felt so good. so good that you wanted more. You bulked up your hips trying to chase the small circles. Andy just chuckled. “you want more baby doll?”

you nodded. “use your words.” he said as he scooted down your body. “yes Andy.” Andy was now in between your thighs. “good girl.” he kissed your inner thighs making you shiver. He looked up at you watching as you waited patiently for him to eat you out.

Andy decided not to tease and give you what you were waiting for. He pulled down your panties, throwing them to the floor. he opened your legs, looking down at your wet pussy. It made him growl. all of that was because of him.

wasting no time, Andy licked up your fold. you moaned out, falling against the pillow behind you. Andy began to use his tongue, moving it between your fold, he made sure he collected all of your juice; not leaving a drop. 

He looked up at you. Your were biting your lip and your hand was on your breast. Little whimpers left your lips as andy ate you like you were his last meal ever. No guy has ever made you feel this good just from there tongue. most of them cared more about themselves.

Andy flicked his tongue over your clit sending shock waves through your body. You looked down at Andy. “taste so good.” he muttered against your pussy. You spammed as his hot breath fanned you pussy. He didn’t waste any time before returning his mouth to your pussy. 

He went in between sucking harshly before lightly. That action made your stomach tighten. Andy knew you were about to cum. “you going to cum baby doll?”

you nodded as you released a moan the was growing in the back of your throat. Your walls tighten around nothing as Andy began to suck at you clit again. Not even 5 second later you were screaming out as your orgasm washed over you. “fuck!” your back arched off of the bed as Andy kept eating you out.

He loved the sound that fell from your lip. He did that to you.

as you came down from your rollercoaster of an high, Andy moved from in between your thighs. His lips were glossy with your juice; it was a sexy sight.

andy began to kiss you like he did before. you moved your hands in between your thighs, beginning to undo his pants. Andy pulled away, “no,’ he pushed your hand away. “you don’t have to do anything, just relax.” 

You smiled. “okay.” Andy smiled back at you before working his pants off. you watched as he pulled them down and next with his boxers. his cock sprung free and it made your mouth water.

One of andy’s hands gripped your hips before using the other to prop your leg up. “you ready doll?” of coursed you nodded and that’s all Andy needed. he took his erect member, pressing it into your wet, tight cunt. You whimpered as he went deeper and deeper until he couldn’t anymore.

Andy groaned before placing both hands on your hips, thrusting into you sharply. You gasped as adjusted to his size. He was huge. his cock dragged against your walls, making you moan loudly. The sound of your skin slapping began to echo in the room.

“fuck andy.” you whimpered, looking up at the man on top of you. He was a stallion.  Andy leaned down caging you in between his arms. “you like that huh?” he breathed out before grunting. you nodded, you just couldn’t find the words with a fogged brain. 

“fuck such a dirty girl.” he sat back up and began to pound into you. due to how sensitive you were from your first orgasm you could feel your next creeping up on you. 

“you’re tightening around me doll. you’re going to cum?” Andy made sure to thrust sharply in you. He knew he wasn’t going to get any words from you so he chuckled.

you felt the pit in your stomach boil over as you came. you screamed out, sinking into bliss. “AH SHIIT!” any kept thrusting to your released before his body stopped before he released himself in you. you moaned at his hot cum filling you.

“fuck!” he said throwing his head. he didn’t stop trusting in you until both of your moans turned into whimpers.

“shit.” he said as he pulled out of you. “that was amazing.” you muttered as you closed your thighs. Andy laid himself gently beside you with a sigh. “haven’t has sex in a few years.” He turned to you. “that was amazing for the first time in a while.” 

you turned to looked at him with a smile, a little laugh feel from your lips. “I’m happy to say the same Andy.” Andy smiled before leaning in and kissing your lips gently.

----

WOW. that’s the best smut i’ve ever wrote!!

[cabinofimagines]

You’ve got some really bad habits

some can be interpreted platonically, and others are not up for debate. Lucky enough, I have more than enough bad habits to draw inspiration from (that’s not something to brag about, I know.) - day

warnings : nothing too serious. things that seem quite trivial ig, but bad habits nonetheless

requests : Could you do a fic where the seven and whoever like checks up on the readers? They take care of them and their unhealthy habits?? Thank you!

P e r c y

Biting your nails

The two of you were lounging on a picnic blanket on top of half-blood hill, watching as the sun set sooner than either of you would have liked. You laid back on Percy’s arm, one hand rested on top of his chest and feeling it fall and rise with every breath.

He made a noise suddenly and raised your hand to his face, examining it closely and sighing, “You’re still biting your nails down to the nub I see.” His lips rested against the middle finger, turning his head to connect eyes with yours, “You promised you’d try not to do that anymore.”

You looked away guiltily, pulling your hand away, “I tried, but it’s hard to break a habit like that.”

He chewed his lip in thought, “Hey, my mom had the same issue, and she had this nail polish that helped her stop.” He looked back to you with a small smile, “I’ll ask if I can borrow it next time I visit!”

A n n a b e t h

swearing

It wasn’t like it was a big deal, it certainly didn’t make her uncomfortable and she actually thought it was really funny. Annabeth always looked forward to hearing which combination you could come up with next and how it would fit the situation you used it in.

But when you visited Olympus on the occasion of returning one of the gods stolen pieces and came out with more than on swear, she felt like it should be discussed where you can use this language. She was laughing a little when she reprimanded you, so you didn’t know if she was serious or not but promised anyway to watch what you say and where you say it.

F r a n k

Being late

Poor Frank must be a ball of anxiety by now, you thought. You were running late to your first date with Frank and that was not something for you to be late to. There was no excuse to use to cover for yourself. Your time management has always been a big flaw of yours.

You swung open the door to the cafe to see Frank sitting there tracing the lines of the wooden table. Apologies left your lips before Frank even knew you were there, his face relaxing once he realized you hadn’t stood him up after all.  

He laughed and assured you that he was just glad you came at all but commented on your horrible time-keeping skills. You smiled at his light-hearted nature and promised you’d work on them just for him. The occasion became sort of an inside joke between the two of you afterwards.

H a z e l

Biting your lip

It was hurting both of you in entirely different ways. For you, it was peeling your lip, causing it to bleed and become more sensitive than it ought to be. For Hazel, it was tormenting to watch the plump flesh being pulled and bit between your teeth, only to be let go with a silent pop.

She stayed quiet about it for the most part, deciding that kissing you whenever you did so and when it was appropriate was enough to stop the habit. But you did it one too many times today, causing even the good-tempered Hazel to snap.

“Good grief, y/n” she sighed exasperatedly, “can you not go one minute without biting your lip?”

You stared wide-eyed at your girlfriend, entirely unused to her scolding. You couldn’t help but laugh and lick your lips to tease her further, “What else am I to do that keeps them preoccupied?”

J a s o n

Cracking knuckles

Jason hated the sound so much. Anytime you did it, he would make a face and express how much he disliked it. It was a point of teasing at first and he made it a point to show you how much he hated it by giving you a certain look that was manufactured just for the times you did that.

It was the breaking point for Jason when you did so in front of him when you were out with Leo to buy some Christmas presents. He gave a groan and spun to look at you with that look again, “Y/n please stop doing that! At least when I’m around.” His voice softened when he saw the embarrassed look on your face. 

Leo mumbled a “yikes” and turned into the first store he saw; a boutique.

You rubbed your arm uncomfortably and whispered a small, “I’m sorry” before walking into the shop behind Leo, leaving Jason to regret the way he handled the discomfort.

P i p e r

Not being able to say no

Okay, you’ll admit that you were crying, but you weren’t going to admit why. You were supposed to meet up with Piper to play Volleyball with her and a few others, but when you didn’t show up, she got worried. She didn’t even knock which is what took you off guard.

She watched as you hurriedly tried to wipe away the tears, but they just kept coming. Piper moved to sit beside you, turning your head so she could see your red eyes, “What’s wrong? You didn’t show to Volleyball, did something happen?”

You shook your head and forced a smile, “Just tired, Pipes. I’m sorry and I’ll make it up to you.”

Her head turned in thought, eyes searching your own for an actual answer. You were about to make a joke about your tears when she spoke up first in an accusatory tone, “You know you’re not obligated to say yes to everything, right? You’re stretching yourself too thin and it’s stressing you out!”

You gaped, stammering for words but finding none. She sighed at this and collected your hand in her own, kissing the back of it, “Let’s start by not rescheduling volleyball and letting you make time for yourself instead.”

L e o 

Waiting to do things last minute

You were hurriedly throwing your things together; you were being picked up from camp by your family soon; and by soon that means that they are actually waiting at the border for you at that moment. You were mentally cursing yourself for bringing so much with you to camp, but you weren’t expecting to stay just for the summer this year.

Leo sat in your desk chair, shaking his head at your procrastination, “Y’know you could’ve at least packed the things you don’t use--”

You shoved the rest of you clothes into your suitcase and threw yourself on top in order to shut it, “You know I work better under pressure!” With one suitcase down, you moved to grab another to fill it with the rest of your belongings, “Besides, I don’t have to bring everything back home!”

He sighed and rested his head in his palm, “Okay yeah but there’s working under pressure and then there’s stressing yourself out.” But it didn’t seem like you were listening to him, too busy running through the list of things to take in your head. He resigned to letting you be for now; he would work on your bad habit when you came back to him.

W i l l

Wearing hair ties on your wrist

You’d only just woken up, barely eaten anything that morning when Will was at your table. You glanced up, startled by his arrival, and turned to face him, “Can I help you?” But his eyes weren’t on your face, but on your wrist on which held many marks from the hair tie you kept there.

He pointed, “You know that’s not healthy.” seeing your confusion he continued, “Wearing that on your wrist can actually cut off blood circulation.”

You hummed and turned your wrist as you examined the black hair tie, “Well not to sound ungrateful for the information, but I think there are more life-threatening things in my life than a hair tie.” You gave a smile and turned back to your food without another word. You then watched Will wander out of the dining hall.

You didn’t talk to him for a few days after finding all of your hair ties cut in half after breakfast.

N i c o Staying up way too late

You had no clue when the sun had set. Ever since Apollo decided to set the sun around 4-5 every day, you always assumed it was much earlier than it was. So, when Nico swung the door open to the arts and crafts center, you couldn’t tell if his expression was due to his exhaustion or if he was completely over your bad habit.

“Do you have any clue what time it is?”

You were frozen, feeling like you were caught with your hand in the cookie jar, “uh it’s 3 pm somewhere!”

Nico sighed and leaned against the doorframe tiredly. Silence overtook the room, and you knew that he wasn’t going to leave until you did too. So, you capped the paints and put away all of the crafting tools you drug out for your project. You didn’t comment on the small smirk of victory on Nico’s pale face, you’d deal with that tomorrow.

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