#im sorry I’m not at home there isn’t much light in here and my phone is dirty so the photo isn’t the best I think

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˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Tornado Warnings | Jonathan Crane

hi im back! sorry for being so inactive. i'm trying to write whenever i have like a min to breathe from uni...anyways i wanted to write something that feels like fall? does that make sense? probably not LOL

summary — the best thing to do to pass time in a power outage is sex, obviously.

warnings — smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f!receiving), super soft lover boy jonathan, fluff

word count — 1.8k

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“Oh.”

Your voice cut through the silence in Jonathan and yours’ shared, cozy bedroom as the previously dimly lit room was now consumed in total darkness. “I don’t like this,” you said to your boyfriend who was beside you in bed as you tossed your book down, “I was trying to read.” 

A tornado warning for Gotham was issued earlier, but they said that’s all it was — just a warning. However, the turbulent wind clearly had some effect on your home, as the power was now out. Like you said to Jonathan; you were just trying to read, but it seemed like Mother Nature had other plans. 

Plus, you weren’t a big fan of the dark. Couldn’t the power have gone off at any other time besides nearly midnight? 

“You’re funny, you know that?” Jonathan said with a chuckle, and if you could’ve seen him right now, you knew you’d see him smiling. You heard some shuffling as Jonathan reached over, presumably to grab his phone, and turning on the flashlight. “Stay here, I’m going to grab some candles to light.” 

“I’m scared,” you whined. “I hate the dark.”

“You’ll live,” he teased, getting up before leaving the room for a few minutes until he returned, candles in hand. “Good thing you insisted we go to Target and get all these candles for fall.” 

For someone as malicious and unhinged as he was, his tough exterior would crack (more like completely shatter) when he was around you. Since Jonathan is constantly consumed by his work, he likes to spend time with you as much as he can when he isn’t at Arkham (and poisoning Gotham) working late. So, that means if you want to get Starbucks and go shopping for fall candles at Target — he’s there. 

No questions asked.

Sure, he may have been a corrupt psychiatrist as well as a hardened criminal and one of Gotham’s many rogues, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to do domestic things with his girlfriend. On Saturday nights, he would be working till the early hours of the morning with his patients and his toxin — only to spend the following Sunday wrapped up in bed with you watching silly Netflix shows.

The best of both worlds is how Jonathan would put it. 

“You always say I have too many,” you huffed, to which he laughed softly, lighting the 3-wick candles.

“That’s because you have like, what, fifty? Our entire house smells like maple pecan waffles all the time, twenty-four-seven — but you get so excited over them. It’s cute. I love watching you get all excited over this kind of stuff.” 

You blushed at his words, looking over at his handsome face, now illuminated by the dim light of multiple lit candles placed throughout your bedroom. “Shut up,” you mumble, watching him get back into bed with you. “Just come here and love me.”

He looked at you with those heart-stopping blue eyes of his, pulling you in for a soft kiss. Instinctively, you wrapped your around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. “I’ve missed you,” he said between kisses, dragging them down your neck and nipping gently at the delicate skin. “Hate when work keeps me away from you, my dear.”

“I know,” you said quietly, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling of his lips against your skin. “I hate it, too. I…” You felt yourself losing your train of thought as his hands roamed your body, settling on your waist as you two lay cozied up in the bed. 

“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you, my darling,” he whispered, squeezing your waist gently as you rested your head comfortably against the pillows, lying back. “All I could think about at work was you. All alone at home…waitin’ for me.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He left a trail of kisses all down your body, slowly building up to where you wanted him to go. Luckily for Jonathan, tonight — even amid a tornado warning — you decided to wear your favourite lace slip to bed with nothing underneath, making it all the more easy for him to access every part of you. 

Within minutes, he had you slipping out of your lace as you tossed the delicate garment somewhere onto the bedroom floor with only one thing on your mind right now. The rather intimate and romantic lighting from the collection of candles dimly lighting up the room wasn’t helping your case either. 

Jonathan’s intoxicating touch brought you back to reality, and you weren’t sure how it happened (not that you care how it came to be), but his hands were gently resting on your thighs as he lay between your legs, his crystalline blue eyes filled with hunger. 

At this very moment, you sent a silent thank you to Mother Nature for causing this to happen during ovulation week because yes, you were so horny that your glistening cunt was dripping onto the bedsheets underneath you and he hadn’t even touched you there yet. All you knew was that you needed to be touched, to be fucked, to be loved right now and thank god Jonathan was here to satisfy that primal need in you. 

“Please, Jon — we haven’t had sex in like two days,” you whined, causing him to let out a breathless laugh as he smiled sweetly at you. He may have found it funny that you were this desperate (after only 48 hours…) but you didn’t find a thing about this situation humorous. With your hormones clouding your judgment, you started to beg your loving boyfriend. “Come on Jonathan, I–”

Before you could muster up any more whines and pleas, he licked a fat stripe up your already soaking cunt, swiping his tongue through your folds as you arched your back and let out a guttural moan.

“O-oh—“ 

He lapped up your cunt skillfully as his hands kept a firm grip on your thighs, making sure that he was eating you out until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Delicious,” he mumbled against your cunt, continuing to lick, nip, and eat your pussy out as if it was the last thing he’d ever get to do in this lifetime. 

Mere minutes in and you were already arching your back, breathlessly saying his name over and over again — he could never get tired of hearing you like this. The way you’d feverishly moan “Oh, Jonathan,” and occasionally if you were exceptionally into it, you’d sometimes call him “baby,” and that always wound him up. Jonathan could spend ages with his face buried between your thighs, but it seemed that you were already close to coming pretty quickly. 

“Yes! Please–” you frantically moaned, feeling the waves of your release starting to wash over you with his tongue deep inside your soaking hole, lapping up all your juices. “Jon, baby, I’m gonna…”

Jonathan continued to eat you out as if he were a starved man through your orgasm, letting you ride it out and rut against his face until you were pushing his head away softly from the slight overstimulation. After getting up from between your legs, he wiped your arousal off of his chin, looking at you as if you were the answer to his every prayer. 

“God, you’re like a dream,” he said softly, causing your cheeks to heat up. 

Before any more romantic words could roll off the tip of his tongue, you were helping him out of his black pyjama shirt and his checkered pyjama pants (and yes, you found his love of checkered pyjama pants adorable). As soon as you tugged his pyjama pants down, his cock sprung out, slapping his stomach lightly.

“Fuck, look how hard you get me, darling,” he praised, stroking himself a few times before lining himself up with your drooling hole. He smirked as he teased the tip of his cock against your folds, watching you make a mess of the sheets underneath you just from how wet you were alone once again. “Looks like you’ve been missing me too, hm darling?” 

“So bad,” you agreed with a whimper, which turned straight into a moan as he started to push the head of his cock in. He let you get adjusted to him as you slowly took him inch by inch until you were full with his thick cock, walls stretching to accommodate his size.

“F-fuck, so f..full,” you choked out as he started to move slowly, warm hands coming to hold your hips as he gently started fucking you in the candlelight. 

“But you take it so well, darling,” he cooed softly, fucking you with a bit more force now. “Such a good girl, fuck. Look at you, taking my cock so deep.” 

“Mmm,” you mindlessly babbled, his fat cock causing you to lose all inhibitions as he (literally) fucked you stupid. “Oh, b-big–” 

As you squeaked out whatever words you could form, he let out a low groan himself, starting to really pound your warm, tight hole. You could feel his tip brushing up against that spongy spot inside of you, which in return caused you to start moaning almost helplessly.

“Right there?” He teased, watching your face contort in pure bliss and pleasure. “That feel good, darling? Jesus, you’re so pretty…”

He choked out a few incohesive curses as he felt you tighten up around him while he talked you through it, clearly already close from him plowing your cunt for just a few minutes. This was usually the best type of sex between you and Jonathan — whenever you two would just ravish each other in bed all…lovingly. Extra points if it was romantic like this; under the candlelight in a power outage. 

“Yes! Fuck, keep going, Jon,” you hoarsely screamed out as he fucked you raw, slamming his cock into your tight little cunt as you got close to your second orgasm and he was following right behind you.

“So tight,” he mumbled. “Perfect fucking pussy, so fucking good—” 

“Gon’ cum..I’m gonna–!” You whined before your vision went white, cunt clenching down around his length as you drenched him and the sheets. 

Jonathan looked down in awe as a clear liquid poured out of you, spilling all over him, his cock, and the sheets. The sight of you squirting that much sent his brain into overdrive as he gave a few more sloppy thrusts before spurting his warm, sticky cum onto your plush walls. As he filled your cunt, he let out a rather loud groan, gripping your hips so tight it almost hurt. 

For a moment, all was still and silent as the two of you caught your breaths in the now slightly stuffy bedroom that smelt like a mix of sex and whatever pumpkin-spiced and cinnamon-scented candles you had going. Jonathan was the first to speak as he finally pulled out of you, careful not to hurt you, and pulled you close into his arms the second he laid back down beside you. 

“I’m never going to stop you from getting your candles ever again,” he decided jokingly, kissing the top of your head. 

“See,” you said proudly, “they set the mood and they smell good.” 

“True,” he said, pausing for a moment before looking down at the soaked bedding then back at you with a smile. “So, we should probably clean the sheets…”

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I DID IT I DID IT !!! I’ve been trying for so long aaaaaand I don’t know if I could draw them again-

Makes me happy tho

[nofingjustaninchident]

just a little drunk - hoo boys

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content: percy jackson, leo valdez, jason grace and frank zhang x drunk!reader, best friends to lovers

warnings: mortal!au, alcohol consumption, dirty jokes, weed consumption, probably cursing.

a/n: i just discovered that i have a massive problem with writing. i literally took half an hour (at least) to write EACH one of those. terrible. just terrible. but i swear im trying to write more, it’s just cause i don’t have much creativity to write 😭

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now playing… party in the USA - miley cyrus

Percy Jackson

He was at the party. Of course he was at the party. Everyone says a party without Percy Jackson is not a party. But he was the DD of the night, so he was completely sober - which was a hard task for the party king.

That, until he saw you. On top of a table. Striping down- wait. Striping down?! Jesus Christ, he left you alone for five minutes- oh, you’re taking your shirt off.

Of course there’s a bunch of assholes standing there, telling you to keep going and screaming obscenities at you. But Percy didn’t have the time to be mad right now, he was too focused on you.

If he got there one second late, he and everyone else in that room would see the black lacy bra you was wearing, but thank goodness he got there before you did it.

“Alright, that’s enough for today, isn’t it, sweetheart?” He said, hugging you from behind and taking a very giggly you off the table. All the boys in the room started ‘booh’ing him, and he just flipped him the finger.

“Perce! I was having funnn!!” You complained, your words sloppy and smudgy as he basically dragged you back to his SUV. He just rolled his eyes and chuckled slightly.

“Y/n/n, you were about to strip in front of a lot of people. I’m sure you’d kill me tomorrow if i let that happen.” He said as he pushed you onto the car and pulled the seat down so you could lay against it.

“Hmm.. Yeah, i’d probably do that.” She said, the smile never leaving her face as she started mumbling random words.

He closed the door and walked towards the driver’s seat. He knew he couldn’t drive you back to his house now, since he had to wait for his friends, so he just turned the air conditioning on and pulled a blanket over you shoulders.

“Sleep for a little. I’ll take you to my home, hm? I’ll take care of you.” He said, taking the loose strands of hair off your face. You were just so pretty it was unbearable.

“Fine.. Thanks, Percy.” She said and drifted off to slumber.

After a few minutes of watching you sleep, he remembered that you’d hate to sleep with make up on, so he looked into the glove compartment and- aha! Of course you had left a few of your wet wipes there.

He started softly running the cloth against your face, cleaning it. When he was finally over, he kissed your nose slightly and smiled to himself, waiting for his friends so he could drive you home aswell.

Jason Grace

He was sleeping, as any normal person would at 2 am. But he was a light sleeper, and he woke up suddenly with his phone raining in his nightstand. He groaned and searched for both his glasses and the phone so he could see who was calling him so late in the night.

When he looked at the phone screen, he frowned in confusion. Why was Kayla calling him, out of nowhere? She usually didn’t call him, unless-

“Kayla?” He said as he picked up the phone, sitting in his bed and rubbing his eyes so he could try and forget the sleepiness that was threatening to win him over.

“Hey, Jason.. uh… i’m sorry for waking you up but, uh… i’m in a party with y/n-“ Y/n and parties? Never ever a good combination. “-And she doesn’t accept to go home unless it’s with you. She’s… drunk. Maybe high, too. Can you pick her up?”

Oh boy, he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to do that. “I’m on my way. Just… send me the address and i be there as soon as possible.”

“Fine- shut up, y/n! Stay here, no-“ And then the call was over.

My god, he thought, what’s she gotten herself into this time?

Kayla sent him the adress and he got into his car - a Lambo, gift from his absent father trying to make up for it - and got in the place the party was happening in less than ten minutes.

The first thing he noticed was the loud noise in the party. The second was you, laid down and making a snow angel in the grass. Funny sight.

“Y/n/n? My god, what in hell are you-“ He got cut off with you getting up and jumping on his arms, hugging him.

“Jase! I didn’t think you’d come!” You said, smiling brightly at your best friend. “Come on, let’s go to the party!”

You tried pulling his hand towards the house, but you weren’t already the strongest while sober, and drunk… e didn’t even flinch.

“No, honey, im taking you back to your house. You got enough drinking for today.” He said, pulling you by the waist towards him and placing you inside the car as you tried your hardest to get back to the party.

“As, come on! Buzzkill!” You whined, crossing your arms and pouting at him.

“Come on, i’ll buy you a slushee. What’d you think?” He asked. You immediately smiled. Drunk you was a very easily distracted person.

“Fine. But we’ll talk about that tomorrow.” He said, squeezing her shoulder softly as he drove towards the gas station.

“Whatever you say. Buzzkill.”

Leo Valdez

He was home watching a dumb tv show. He didn’t really bother with sleeping, since he knew his best friend was going to a party. And you plus party equals to a very drunk mess.

So when he finally got a call, he already knew it was you. It happens that he was right.

“Yes, cariño?” He asked, a smile plastered on his lips as soon as he heard your drunk giggles.

“Can you pick me up, fireboy?” You asked, your voice groggy and smudgy. But he knew it would probably be like that, so he was already expecting it.

“Course i can. Send me the address and i’m on my way.”

“Fine. Bye Valdeeezzzz..” You said before hanging up the phone with giggles and smiles.

He got where you were and you were being supported by one of your friends, who seemed pretty annoyed with the drunk version of you, all smiley and clingy to anyone around.

“Oh, thank god you’re here. I can’t stand her anymore.” Your friend said before basically dragging you towards the boy. “She’s all yours now.”

You were all smiles as you held Leo’s neck and pulled him close to you. “Leooooo! I missd’ ya!”

“Hey, cariño. You’re kinda drunk, aren’t you?” He asked before supporting your weight and taking you towards his car.

“What? Me? Nooo…” You said, giggling. You clearly smelled like pure alcohol.

“Sure you aren’t. Get in there, i’m taking you home.” He said, opening the passanger’s seat for you and placing you inside.

He put on your seat belt and kissed you forehead before walking towards the driver’s seat.

When he got inside the car, you were almost completely dozed off in sleep, trying your hardest to stay awake. He chuckled and turned the air conditioning on so you could rest more comfortably.

“Sleep, y/n/n. I’ll call you when we get home.” He said, the smile never leaving his lips.

Franz Zhang

He’s dead worried that you haven’t gotten home yet. Of course he didn’t knew where you were, cause you didn’t tell him.

Come on, you knew that, if you did tell him, he’d try to stop you.

So why bother?

You were having fun. A really, really good time. That was until your best friend came by with a weird cocktail, which was nothing more than a mix of different types of alcohol and syrup. Really fun.

And that’s when you got drunk and wobbly and you just had to call Frank. Common drunk mistake, isn’t it?

He picked up on the third ring.

“Y/n? My god, are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. He was so worried about you, cause you weren’t home and you didn’t pick up the phone and just called him out of the blue.

“Frankie!” You said and he could hear the smile in your voice. His concern only grew once he realized you were drunk.

“Y/n, where are you? I’m going to pick you up.” He said, already getting up with the car and house keys in his hand.

“I’m at Louis’ house! We’re having a birthday party!” You said, giggling and smiling brightly at absolutely nothing.

“Fine, i’ll… i’ll be there in ten. Just… don’t do anything stupid, and wait for me, outside the house. Don’t drink anything else and please, for the heavens sake, don’t do drugs.” He pleaded.

“I’m not- Frankie! I’m not on drugs. Please.” You said in a fake annoyed tone and giggled again. He rolled his eyes and sighed, driving towards where you were.

When he got there, he immediately saw you on the backyard, playing probably Pokémon Go and yelling when you finally found a pokémon. He smiled at the sight, and then remembered why he was there.

He walked towards you. When you finally saw him, you smiled widely and jumped in his direction, trying to hug his neck. Which wasn’t easy, as he was a little taller than you.

“Hey.” He said as he leaned down so you could hug him properly.

“Heyyy!!! I missed you!” You said, voice muffled by his shoulder. “Can you take me home? Please? I’m tired.” You said smiling cheekily.

“No.” He said, simply. “I’m taking you to my house today, kay? There’s some of your stuff there, and i can borrow you a shirt so you can sleep. But i’m not leaving you alone in this state.”

“Yay! Sleepover!” You cheered excitedly.

He couldn’t deny that the drunk version of you was very cute.

a/n pt2: did you see what i did there? i cut almost all of them in the middle. two reasons: one, for this not be too big and second i have inspiration to write more. lmk if u want a part 2 of those!!

[nmbrtobio]

Tsukishima Kei x Y/n

f! reader

sorry this was really rushed 😪

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you and tsukishima were sitting on your bed, against the wall on your phones doing absolutely nothing else.

you had your airpod on the left side of your ear, listening to tsukishimas playlist after begging for it for about two months. N tsukishima was adding songs to another playlist he has had for quite awhile.

on your phone, listening to music you were scrolling through pinterest just trying to find cute picture ideas, or outfit inspos, and even some pictures of your favorite band.

it’s also a distraction to wait for tsukishima to make a move. like do anything, such as: holding your hand, moving your legs to put on top of his, laying his head on you, or even asking for the other airpod.

but he hasn’t done anything ever since you’ve guys gotten here.

tsukishima and you have been friends since the first year of being in karasuno, and now it’s only your second year. during the summer he would snatch your hand and pull you somewhere else whenever you were paying attention, or were doing something stupid and keep it there.

sometimes tsukishima would come over, and you guys would be on your bed, head on his shoulder, legs over his, with his hand just resting on your thigh.

always had those what ifs in your head.

what if he’s doing this because he wants to be close? what if he’s doing this because he likes you back? what if he’s doing this because it’s just normal.

tsukishima would be listening to music and he’ll admire you while it plays.

when daichi was giving you guys a ride to your homes, you fell asleep and tsukishima took you inside and made sure you were comfortable.

you weren’t sure if he liked you in the way you liked him. and you didn’t know that he knew you liked him.

usually by now you guys would be laughing and talking, maybe somehow cuddling. but no, nothing. just the light sound of the music coming from your airpods, on blast.

it’s been like this for awhile. the fact he hasn’t been doing those things for the past couple days scares you.

does he not wanna be here right now? maybe that’s why he hasn’t spoken yet.

“i’m gonna shower in a few minutes, you chose if you wanna stay or not.” you’re nervous, really nervous and don’t even know why. it’s starting to get a bit awkward for you too.

it doesn’t help the fact you have a crush on him too.

“Mkay.” is all he says, still on his phone but typing this time and no longer adding music to another playlist of his.

after those words come out of his mouth you get scared. you just stare at him.

but he also looks so… pretty.

leave that to the side, he didn’t even look at you or even say that he’ll stay and wait.

he looks at you, and you guys make eye contact. you’re just staring at each other. your biting the side of your cheek looking at him, trying to figure out why it’s getting so weird for you, and trying to not admire him so much.

he’s nervous also, but he doesn’t show it.

“What?” he says.

“nothing in just looking at you.”

he raises an eyebrow, “you’re weird.”

i’m gonna tell him. there’s are basically mixed signals right? all the things we do, it keeps me attached. i don’t want to be lead on, and get hurt all because i thought he shared the same feelings.

“i like you.” you blurt out, and as you were about to stop it there, you just felt the need to keep going. “i’m scared and i like you. i don’t know why exactly why i’m being so concerned and worried about the fact we haven’t spoken a lot right now which is weird, and over dramatic i guess, but also because what uh- we usually do hasn’t been happening and you’ve been less vocal. actually i should also mention that i like you. i do, after our first year at karasuno ended, i started liking you and i don’t know why cause your rude, but i like it cause it goes with you sarcasm but i also know that you care for me. this isn’t how i thought id end up telling you my feelings im just really scared and don’t wanna get lead on. maybe i took our actions the wrong way cause i like you, but that’s just me.”

he stared at you. no words. but shocked eyes, cause he wasn’t expecting you to say all of that either.

now you’re even more worried because he’s not saying anything and you want to get up and leave but you won’t, you can’t.

he relaxes his eyes and sighs, taking his phone and typing something and putting it down on the side, taking off his headphones from his neck.

“if you don’t feel the same just say it and we can move on from it.” you’re now tapping your pointer finger against your leg.

once he puts down the head phones, he turns his head back to you, and he reaches his arm out to pull your hand away from your leg, because he always notices you do that when you’re nervous.

you’re looking down, but he takes his hand and moves your head to look at him, and all of a sudden his lips are on yours.

eyes widen, and you take a moment to realize he’s kissing you.

closed eyes, you enjoy the moment.

you put your arms around his neck and kiss him back.

he pulls away and he stares at your lips, like he didn’t even want to leave them in the first place, “i like you too, somehow.” now he has that stupid smirk on his face. “go shower, you stink.”

you smile and shove his head away from you, and get up grabbing your clothes, heading to the bathroom after.

Tsukishima watches you walk out and he returns back to his phone.

he texts the group chat he has with kageyama, hinata, tanaka, yamaguchi, and nishinoya.

there’s messages that says

T: is he telling her right now?

N: nah hes not gonna do itttt

H: WAIT WIAT RECORD IT TSUKISHIMA AND SEND IT TO US AFTER

K: how does she like him he’s an ass

Y: you got this tsukki!!!

Tsukishima: idiots. we kissed, i got her.

he lightly smiled as he sent the message. he got the girl. and he’s glad she said something, cause he was nervous about asking her out, and now he can do it without a sweat.

after her shower, she asked him about the playlist he had up earlier, and he said it was her playlist.

“huh? mine?”

“read the title idiot.”

he says and he flips the phone to you, and it says

songs that remind me of y/n

[ugotcooneycrossed]

so you feel it too?

alessia russo x reader

w/c: ~1.3k

part 2 to 'what can i do'

pt1: what can i do / pt3: if i find you in this lifetime (it better be the right time)

a/n: im not in love with the beginning but i promise it gets better i just had to figure out how to start it cause it was annoying me😭 and its a little shorter than i would like but i just wanted to get it out

this is the real angst

there will be a third part too!

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lessi love to ‘You’

-> I broke up with him

The message feels like its glaring at you- the words almost jumping out of your phone to taunt and mock you, it feels like a slap across your face. You read over it several times, whether to make sure you haven’t imagined the words, or to hope that the very words you’ve wished for would disappear- you aren’t sure. Despite how long you’ve waited for this message- every response you come up with doesn’t seem right.

Your thumbs hover over the keypad- you go to type several times, deleting the message after each attempt. You have no idea how to respond; you could ask if she’s alright, maybe respond with a ‘finally’ and confess your undying love for the blonde striker.

You end up settling with your first idea though.

You to ‘lessi love'

-> are you okay?

You send the message and throw your phone back down on the ground- running your hands over your face. Waiting for her to reply you go back to what you were doing, before Alessia’s ringtone blares from your phone. You scramble to pick up.

“Hey Less-“

“Can I come over?’

She cuts you off- and you bite your lip.

“Now? Less I’m not even home at the-“

“Please- I’m outside, I just really need you right now.”

She’s sniffling, you can picture her with her big, blue, glassy eyes, and trembling lips- and it makes your heart break all over again.

You hate when she cries.

You gather up your things- leaving the gym quickly.

“I’ll be there in 20 Lessi.”

You hang up the phone- almost tripping over your own feet in your haste to leave.

When you get to your car, you sit for a second- head resting against the steering wheel. Taking deep breaths, you can’t help but think just how much of your life Alessia has consumed- you think of just how much you’d sacrifice for her, just how you’d willingly drop everything in a heartbeat is she asked.

You pull out of the car park and make your way home- definitely above the speed limit. You dial Leah’s number on your way, and wait for her to pick up. When you hear your call go through you immediately start speaking.

“Leah… I’m so, so, fucked!”

“Why are you ‘so, so fucked’.”

“Alessia just- I mean just broke up with her boyfriend, and she called me crying, from outside my apartment.”

“This is a good thing- isn’t it? I thought you said you’d confess if she ever broke up with that thing. This is your chance, swoop in be her saviour, her knight in shining armour- maybe ya know, make out a little.”

“Leah! You are not helping.”

“What? I never did like him.”

“What do I do? What should I do- actually what can I do?!”

“You better figure it out- I’m sick of hearing about this, you said you’d tell her you love her- she’s single now- so do it.”

-

You see Alessia before she sees you.

True to her word she is outside your apartment- sitting on the steps like a lost kid. You approach her- footsteps light as to not startle her. You come to a stop in front of her, and keep your voice soft when you speak.

“Come on Less, let’s get you inside.”

Her head shoots up at the sound of your voice- and before you can blink, she’s thrown herself in your arms. Her strong arms wrap around your shoulders and you nearly lose your footing at the force of her hug.

Again- before you can think she starts rambling and you listen intently- like always.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your day like this- you probably have so many things you’d rather be doing and here I am just barg-“

You cut her off.

“Less, it’s fine, you’re okay, it doesn’t matter you’re more important- I would drop anything for you. “

“I mean I don’t even know why I’m crying, I mean, I broke up with him.”

She releases you from the hug and wipes her tears away.”

“So, why did you?”

The question slips from your mouth before you can think- and you bite the inside of your cheek as you wait for her reply.

She looks at you softly- and smiles shyly.

“I just took your advice- I guess.”

It’s a simple answer- and it doesn’t allude to anything- no hidden meanings, no underlying confession, but your heart can’t help but skip a beat when she says it.

“You going to let me in? Or are we just standing outside.”

-

“Alessia?”

She hums- looking at you from the other couch, she smiles softly at you, despite her eyes stinging, and red from crying.

You swallow the lump in your throat- wringing your hands nervously, you wipe them on your pants, sitting up a bit straighter. Alessia- who seems to notice the slight change in your demeanour sits up too. She eyes you curiously, and tilts her head to the side- her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Are you okay?”

She asks so sweetly, and suddenly you’re reminded of why you love her so much. You watch her get up from her spot and sit beside you. She grabs your hands and places a soft kiss on them, when you don’t answer her question.

“You know you can tell me anything right?”

“I know Less.”

“Good.”

She beams at you, and just like that- she turns back to the movie playing.

“Alessia- I need to tell you something.”

She looks at you again- her bright blue eyes twinkling under the warm glow of lights in your apartment.

“I love you- I have always loved you, you are the person I think of when I first wake, and the last person I think of when I go to sleep- in fact you never leave my mind. I dream of you each night- you consume my every being Alessia. I have never loved anyone, the way I love you. I love the way you play with your hands when your nervous, I love the way you always put others before yourself, I love your kindness. I just love you.”

Your chest heaves after your outburst- and you can’t even bare to look at her, too afraid of her reaction to look.

You feel her hands cup your cheeks though- her thumbs run over them and wipe away the tears you didn’t know were there. She gently tilts your face up to make eye contact with her.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I had no idea.”

You reach up to hold her hands, that still rest on your cheeks- for the first time since you’ve known her, you have no idea what she’s thinking and it kills you.

“Lessi? Please say something.”

Her hands drop from your face and she takes a step back- you feel your heart shatter a little more.

“I- I don’t know what to say, I don’t know- I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

Your voice cracks at the amount of emotions rushing through you- the heartache, the pain, the sheer embarrassment of confessing your love for your best friend.

“I mean why would you tell me now? Do you know just how long I’ve waited for you to say something- anything! I’ve cried to Tooney so much- I tried distracting myself with anyone and- and you decide to tell me now? I just got over you.”

Alessia is crying now- and it’s not the soft silent one she usually does, she’s full sobbing and it’s all your fault.

“Less-“

You try- but she cuts you off, already halfway to your front door.

“I think, I just need to think- sorry- just, give me some time, okay?”

She leaves you- again.

[sh4wty18]

heyyyyy i was wondering if you could make a johnnie angst fic where he forgets your bday🫶🏼

you forgot my birthday.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: same as request with some bestie!jake moments

cw: angst, hurt no comfort, language

word count: 1.2k + edited

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12:00 am. A text from Jake immediately lights up your screen:

jakey: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!! i hope you have the best day ever! im so glad ur dating my bsf so WE could become bsfs!! ilysm go slay queen 💅

You smile and type out a response:

y/n: THANK U SO MUCH JAKE I <3 U!!!!! 

You put your phone on do not disturb for the night and roll over in bed, Johnnie hadn’t texted you for your birthday yet, but that was to be expected. He was a slow texter as it is, but he was usually busy streaming or playing music at this time anyway. There was still plenty of time for him to reach out.

10:36 am. You wake up and immediately check your texts. You’d received birthday messages from Carrington, Tara, your friends from home, been tagged in hundreds of posts on tiktok and instagram, even Matt texted you (and you’d only met him once!). But nothing from Johnnie. That’s okay. He was probably still asleep. Nothing to be worried about. 

1:48 pm. Nothing. What the fuck? All you wanted for your birthday was to spend a quiet day with your boyfriend. Unlike the other friends you’d made since moving to LA, you were less likely to choose partying over spending quality time with your loved ones. Not that there was anything wrong with partying, you just happened to be more reserved. Johnnie was more quiet and anxious as well, it was something that drew you to him in the first place. You always had someone to ditch social events with. You’d figured by this point he would have texted or called and wished you a happy birthday, then you’d hang out, watch a couple movies, order food in, birthday sex– the whole nine. But no. He'd said not a single word. You tried not to bring up your birthday often in the weeks leading up to it, so as to not annoy anyone, but you know for sure you’d mentioned your birth date at least twice since you’d been dating. He had zero excuse not to know. All the other important people in your life seemed to remember, so where was he?

5:24 pm. Nothing. 

7:58 pm. Nothing. You decide to call Jake and see if he has any insight into the situation. He picks up on the second ring.

“What’s up, birthday girl?” He asks sweetly. 

“Johnnie still hasn’t told me happy birthday. I think he forgot,” you say. Speaking the words out loud suddenly makes the situation feel way more real, and you feel a familiar lump forming in your throat.

“There’s no way. He couldn’t have. He’s been out all day, I haven’t really seen him. I think he’s doing a shoot for his next music video or something. So maybe he’ll text you when he’s done? I’m sorry, y/n, I wish I could help. If you need to be with someone, you know I’m always here.”

“Thanks, Jake, you’re a great friend. Love you.”

“Love you too, I’ll text you when he gets back.”

“Thanks. And Jake… don’t remind him when he gets back. It won’t be real unless he does it himself.” 

10:15 pm. Nothing. 

12:00 am. You type out a text to Johnnie:

y/n: you forgot my birthday

johnnie <3: It’s literally next month isn’t it?

johnnie <3: Y/n…plz tell me its next month 

y/n: i think i know my own birthday

johnnie <3: No no no no no

johnnie <3: Y/n im so sorry

johnnie <3: I know how u wanted to spend all day together on your birthday. I'm such an idiot. I promise it was an honest mistake. I really thought it was next month.

You don’t answer. At 12:43 am, you hear a knock at your door. He was the last person you wanted to see right now, but you knew he wouldn’t leave until you answered, so you reluctantly opened the door.

“Johnnie, I don’t want to see you–”

“Y/n, please. Please listen to me. I’m so so so sorry. I was busy with music video stuff and I spaced. I wasn’t on my phone all day so I swear, I didn’t see anyone’s birthday posts or anything until after you texted. You can ask Jake and Carrington, they were texting me all day and I never answered.”

“I believe you, Johnnie. And I get being busy, but… it’s just like… how do you forget your own girlfriend’s birthday? Do you know how embarrassing it is? To have all my friends, fans, and even acquaintances wish me a happy birthday, but the one person I really want to hear from doesn’t? It sucks. I felt like shit all day.” 

“I know. And being busy isn’t an excuse. There isn’t an excuse. I don’t know what else to say other than I’m so fucking sorry. If I could take it all back I would. I love you so much, y/n. I- I’m so fucking sorry,” Johnnie pleads, and his eyes start to well. 

You start to tear up as well, but you don’t want him to see you cry, don’t want to make him feel worse. You’re not angry with him, and you obviously still love him, you’re just sad. You can tell he means what he’s saying, it was definitely an honest mistake, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re hurt, and embarrassed, and had the worst birthday ever. 

“I know you are. And I love you, too. I just… I think I need some space for tonight. I’m sorry, Johnnie,” you say.

“Don’t apologize, baby. I’ll call you in the morning. I love you.” He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and turns to leave. 

You close the door behind him and sink to the floor. You pull your knees to your chest and bury your face in them, finally letting out your soft sobs after holding back tears all day. You pull your phone out of your back pocket and tap the call button under Jake’s name. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks immediately, knowing you’d never call this late unless there was an emergency.

“I need you,” you say, choking on your words between tears. 

“I’m coming over.” He hangs up.

—

Fifteen minutes later, he’s at your apartment. You’re sitting on the couch together, with you leaning your head against his shoulder and crying softly as he rubs your back.

“I saw Johnnie on my way out… he didn’t look so hot. I’m assuming this is about him?”

You sniffle, “He forgot. I can’t believe he really forgot. Sorry I'm crying, this is so stupid, I’m just… really fucking sad about it. I know he didn’t mean to, and he’s super sorry and stuff but–”

“Y/n, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. Your emotions are completely valid. He’s your boyfriend, of course you’re gonna be upset that he forgot your birthday! It doesn’t mean he’s a bad person, we still love Johnnie! But… he made a mistake and unfortunately it made you sad.” 

“I knew you’d understand,” you give him a weak smile, and he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into a tight side hug, resting his head on top of yours. 

“Of course. I’m here for you, y/n. Always.”

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first hurt/no comfort fic in the books! (i'm sad)

[skzimagines]

Part one

Characters: Lee know x Reader

Genre: Angst | Friends to lovers | fluff | smut |

Warnings: Cursing | Crying | Yelling | slight physical fighting | Sexual content |

Summary: Minho is your best friend. He has been for almost 5 years. Minho never keeps secrets from you, besides the one where he’s madly in love with you. But when your deceiving boyfriend screws you over.. again, he does everything in his power, to win you over.

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The tears roll down my face as I look at the picture that was sent to me. It’s a picture of my boyfriend, shoving his tongue down another girls throat at the club. This isn’t the first time either. I thought I loved him, but at this point, I think I’m just scared of being alone. I’m in love with the idea that deep down maybe he does love me. I sigh as I forward the image to Minho, then lock my phone and throw it on my bed.

I wipe the tears from my cheeks, feeling the burning sensation as my hands rub against my face. Great, another week of having a dry cracked face. All because I keep forgiving this guy, just to have my heart broke again. My throat stings and my head is pounding. I grab headache medicine from my bedside table, hoping the tiny tablets will help take some pain away.

I hear my phone vibrate, but completely ignore it, thinking it was my boyfriend trying to get ahold of me and tell me how sorry he is that he fucked up again. My phone goes silent. A few seconds go by and it starts vibrating again. He wouldn’t call me twice. I pick up my phone and see Minhos face lighting up my screen. I answer.

“Hello?” I whisper, scared if I talk any louder than this, my emotions will get the best of me.

“Where are you?” Minho asks, I can hear the pity in his voice. The pity that I just don’t understand why he has. He has been through all of this with me, I really thought he’d be sick of me by now, taking that loser back and getting fucked over, over and over and over again. And every time I do, Minho’s the only person I go to.

“I’m at home.”

“I’m coming over.” He says.

“Minho, it’s alright. It’s late, I was just about to go to bed anyway.”

“Shut up, loser. I’m coming over. Stay awake.” He says.

I groan into the phone. He’s always been stubborn.

“Fine.” I give in.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a bit. Love you.” He says and hangs up the phone.

“Love you too…” I whisper into the phone as if he’s still on the other line and throw my phone back onto my bed, feeling tears fall down my face again.

•

A while passes until I hear Minho ringing my door bell. I get out of bed and make my way to the front door to let him in.

I open the door. “Minho you really didn’t have to…” I stop talking and my eyes go wide. It’s not Minho, it’s my boyfriend standing there, holding a single rose. I quickly try to shut the door but he’s faster. He shoves his foot in front of hit, stopping it from shutting. “Y/n, please let me talk.” He says. “No, I don’t want to hear it. Leave me alone.” I say, trying to shut the door again, but he still hasn’t moved his foot. “Listen to me! Alright? Im sorry! It was and accident!” He yells.

“An accident?” A voice booms from behind him, it’s Minho. In that moment, I’m thanking the gods that he’s here right now. “How the fuck is cheating on her for the 12th time, an accident?” Minho asks, with venom in his voice. Minho makes his way up to the door, hitting him in the shoulder, pushing him out of the way and making his way into the door. “So this is what you’ve been doing behind my back?” My now ex-boyfriend asks. “What are you talking about?” I ask. “You’re bringing him over, when I’m not here?” He says. “Oh fuck you!” I yell. “Fuck me? That’s really rich y/n. You haven’t fucked me in months. Is it because you’ve been fucking him?” He yells. “My life would have been much better if I had started fucking him before I met you!” I yell back. “Alright! Stop, enough.” Minho yells from beside me. He wraps his arm around the front of my chest, pulling me back into my apartment. “You need to get the fuck out of here.” Minho says, grabbing the rose from his hand. “Thanks for the rose, make sure you pass the rest of them out to your other girlfriends.” Minho says, with a smirk and slams the door shut and locking it.

Minho turns around to face me. “You good?” He asks. “I’m good.” I say, making my way into the living room. Minho follows close behind me. “What do we do with this?” He asks, holding up the rose he took from him. “Fucking burn it for all I care.” I say, sitting on the couch.

Minho walks away and returns shortly, opening the door to my balcony. “What are you doing?” I ask. “Burning it!” He says, holding up a lighter. I get up and follow him out onto my balcony. “Minho, we can’t burn this out here!” I say. “Oh hush, it’ll be fine.” He says with a smirk. He holds up the flower and hands me the lighter. “Burn it.” He says.

I flick the lighter, watching the flame rise. Minho holds out the flower toward me and I set the flame against it. We both watch as the flower engulfs in flames, and ashes to the ground.

Finally, the rose is nothing but ashes. Minho and I look at each other, bursting into laughter and falling into one another. “That may have been the cheesiest shit we’ve ever done.” I say. “No, the cheesiest thing we’ve ever done was definitely the time at the beach when we agreed to marry each other if we were still single by the time we’re thirty.” He laughs. “Well, by the looks of it… I think we’ll be getting married.” I sigh, smiling at him. He chuckles and pulls me in for a hug. He rubs my back in circular motions.

“Everything will be alright. I’m always here.” He whispers in my ear. I nod, taking in his scent. He always smells so good. I pull away and lean over the railing of the balcony, to stare up at the stars. Minho copies me.

“So, one question.” He says.

I look at him and hum in response.

“Is what you said earlier true?” He asks with a smirk.

“What did I say earlier?” I ask, giving him a confused look.

“About how your life would be better if you were fucking me before him.” He smiles while biting his lip.

My heart drops.

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Part 2 here

Tag list: @yumiblogs @chubbyanarkiss @chansbabygirlsstuff @multeciahucho @nhyunn

[bitchinbarzal]

little slice of heaven | life with otis

summary; today of all days, they know he’s their little piece of heaven.

warnings; this talks about parental death, more specifically Brock’s dad, Duke. If that makes you uncomfortable please don’t read.

-

This year was a write off, you’d decided.

It was horrible from the off set and throughout. To go from last off season getting married and buying your first home to this one, spent by your father in law’s bedside. You’d spent the first half of the year facing issue after issue with your house build and receiving time after time, negative pregnancy tests.

You weren’t even in Minnesota when it happened. You were in Vancouver closing on your house sale, Brock told you he wanted to be at home in case.

He didn’t say anything on the phone, he just cried.

“I’m coming baby, just hold tight”

The day of the funeral was quiet, nobody spoke much and you didn’t blame them.

Getting back to the house where it was just family felt nice, everyone in there was grieving the same.

You’d been feeling off all day, dizzy and sick.

“How’re you feeling my love?” You mumble, kissing his shoulder and sitting down next to him.

“Numb I guess, Petey called”

“Yeah he asked me how you were, said he’s sorry he couldn’t come on time” you smile, holding his hand “Im sometimes worried he’s more of your wife than I am”

He chuckles, the first time you’d heard him laugh in a while.

“I Just… it doesn’t feel real that he’s not going to be here for things like my first cup? Our first child” he deflates and you can only run his hand soothingly

“I know baby, I’m so sorry”

“He should be here you know? I know we’ve been dealing with the negative tests and I’m so proud of you for your resilience. He was so happy for us and he won’t be here to see it when it’s finally a good result”

You couldn’t say anything, there was nothing to make that feel better.

Later that night, just before bed in the bathroom you were watching your face and looking for a towel. You pulled open the cupboards and a box fell out.

An unused pregnancy test lay at your feet. You looked at it and thought about when you’d last taken one. Deciding to just use it, the answer would be the same but a little bit of hope never hurt.

You’d used it, say it to the side and forgotten about it. Shutting off the lights and heading to bed.

Middle of the night, Milo had jumped onto the bed and woken Brock up so he decided to go to the bathroom while he was awake.

He saw it sitting there, confused he picked it up to throw it away before looking

pregnant

He dropped it, completely shocked. Forgetting the reason he was originally in the bathroom he walked back out to the bed and shook you awake.

You groaned “What? If the house isn’t burning leave me alone”

He smirked “You really thought you could get away with not telling me you’re pregnant?”

Your eyes shot open “I’m what?”

He looks equally as confused “You didn’t know? Who’s test is that?”

It dawned on you then “In the bathroom? Show me!”

He went in and emerged with it, you were now sitting up and grabbed it. Tears immediately filled your eyes “Oh my god”

You gave your husband a watery smile “We’re pregnant”

Brock engulfed you in a hug, peppering kisses all over your face “I love you, I love you! We’re having a baby, our baby!”

Laying there, staring out the window for the next few hours was bliss. His hand rested on your belly until you fell asleep.

When the sun began to rise and he could hear you snoring softly, his hand still hadn’t moved.

“Thanks, Dad” he mumbled, looking out of the window and towards the sun rising above the trees.

otis duke boeser

february 11th, 2023

He was early, but right on time.

Holding Otis as the Boeser’s filed into the room you smiled at the family fawning over him “Oh my he’s beautiful y/n”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“He picked some day to be born, eh?” Brock’s brother laughs.

“Yeah, Happy Birthday Duke and Happy Birthday Otis”

[traumacat800]

Every Kiss Begins with Kill♡

okay so my story was taken down on a03 and my account was suspended for “abuse”. I literally don’t know why. I’m actually very angry about it and if I wasn’t going to jump off then I’m going to jump off now. So I’ll just be uploading the chapters here on tumblr.

Im honestly sorry about this folks, I really am. But I’m already living on the edge and a03 takes forever to fix problems so I might just stay on tumblr. This one isn’t as edited as the original because I usually do the formatting and stuff IN A03. So this is copied straight out of google docs. I know it’s not exactly convenient but this is what we have to work with 😕 I’m sorry yall

Now! Onto the first chapter!

No TW for the first chapter! (I think)

•

It was the big day.

Today was Halloween. 

You had to admit, you were excited, not for the costumes or cool decorations, more for the candy. It was always the candy. Last year, you couldn’t go trick or treating due to your dog being sick. You decided to stay home and watch over poor Brazen to make sure she didn’t pass. You didn’t regret it though, thankfully candy was cheap and the next day you went down to the dollar store and rewarded yourself with a big bag of lollipops. So as must do on Halloween day, you put on your costume and went outside. You dressed up as something not too overly complicated. It was a bit hot under the costume but you knew it might be cold.  Your mother reminded you to be safe before you left the house. 

You walked down the street happily, collecting candy from your neighbors. Although you felt you were a bit too old to be doing this, especially as a high school student. Your shame quickly faded when you saw just how full your candy bag really was. All that walking paid off, although you were a bit out of breath. It wasn’t surprising considering you couldn’t even run that one lap in PE. For someone who played sports, you were really out of shape. You couldn’t run for the life of you, not commenting on the fact that if you walked too much you also were somehow out of breath.

You happily stopped at the side of the sidewalk to examine your candy (and to catch your breath). You had a lot of Jolly Ranchers, your favorite flavor was grape but you thought blue was good as well. You had chocolate too of course, but you had more Snickers than Jolly Ranchers at this point. You settled for a few of the grape Jolly Ranchers, pulling out your phone, you watch TimeWatch (tiktok) for a bit before deciding to keep going. You stood up, stretching then you headed onto the next neighborhood, I mean, your bag wasn’t completely full yet. It’s not like God would get on you for taking advantage of the gifts of other people. 

“Hey is that Y/n?” A voice called out.

“I think so,” One responded.

“Oh god…” Another voice replied.

Oh yeah, he would.

Fuck.

Gluttony is a sin.

God dammit.

•

As per usual, your friends were absolute assholes. They made you feel unwanted, as if they didn’t want you to be there. Whenever you needed groups, they find some way to exclude you unless you did the work for them. They had no idea how smart you really were. You supposed it was their loss but still, they made you feel some type of way. So you left early, you just slipped away. They didn’t even notice, you didn’t think they ever did. It always hurts you to think about it, the fact that it even still surprises you.. You assumed they’d finally accepted you, but it stayed the same. 

You huffed, making your way back down the neighborhood. It was completely dark now, the temperature was a bit cold. You could feel the breeze on your face, you shivered a bit at it. However, you thought you’d saw something behind you, you brushed it off as you being paranoid. You didn’t blame yourself, it was cold and dark outside. You were almost home, you only had to pass through one more neighborhood before you got to your house. The neighborhood lights in front of you flickered ominously. There stood a man, he was large and red with long horns on the top of his head.

That’s when you heard it—

“Did you know that the human body tastes similar to pork?”

You were terrified for 10 seconds before realizing that he was probably just another trick or treater trying to scare you.

“Uh no? Nice costume by the way,” You said before casually walking away. 

He stopped in front of you once more. 

“Did you know that ribs are the hardest part for the average person to pull out?” 

Maybe they just were just very dedicated to the character. Probably a Game of Thrones fan. 

“Who are you dressed up as?”

“Mmh…a murderer….”  His voice was deep, it was smooth almost like soft velvet or tissue. It made you feel a sense of anxiety, I mean, you just met the guy. Somehow, you thought he was hot, classic you. 

It was kind of attractive if you thought about it. Nothing you couldn’t control though. 

He must be a horror fan, cool. 

“Cool, I thought you were the devil. You know, with the horns and stuff,” You pointed to his horns and shrugged.

He continued to breathe heavily, that’s when you noticed he didn’t have any candy. 

“Hey man, you don’t have any candy. You want some of mine?,” You said, offering your bag to him. He grabbed it slowly, picking up a piece of candy. (Specifically a blue Jolly rancher, the man had taste apparently) He ate it with the wrapper on and then smiled creepily at your terrified face. Perhaps you realized who he really was—-

“Did you just eat that with the wrapper on?” 

He stopped and looked at you. In fact, he looked confused. Who took the wrapper off? You grabbed another blue Jolly Rancher, you opened it right in front of him. He stared at you, still a bit confused at the point you were making. You shook your head, handing the candy over to him. He looked at you once more, giving you a skeptical look. He sighed and put it in his mouth. A burst of favor immediately hit him, the demon looked shocked. As if he was learning a great discovery. You, on the other hand, laughed at him. 

“You’re funny man,” Shaking your hand once more, you handed him an armful of candy. 

“I’ll see you around,”

And with that you headed home.

•

Bob was pissed.

It was his FIRST failed murder of the day, Halloween had just begun, it was only 10 pm. The kids didn’t shut down till about 1 am. Still, it really did make him think about you. He didn’t even get to pull out his knife before you were offering him something. There’s no way you knew who he was. Not with how chill you were acting about it. His usual smile dropped into a somewhat confused look. You’d left by now.

All Bob had to do was go through the other neighborhood, the more popular ones would sure have possible victims.

But he couldn’t help finding himself thinking about going after you. 

[storiesofsvu]

happy thursday hoes. time for some law and some order

Well fuck…what an opening..

“but there are definitely still traces of blood” girl… that hammer is COATED wtf…

I would like to point out that the way Kate runs her squad is the legit way that squads run. The CO (whether it be captain, lieutenant or sarge) is gonna stay in the office, they’re piled up with paperwork, the brass, putting out fires, they’re not out in the field…. Like svu. Ugh. I’m already not prepared for svu tonight, I’ve been watching through velasco’s eps and his older seasons were so good, esp compared to this year…

So we’re really doing this Ukraine surrogate/adoption plot line again, hey?

(I mean it is slightly different so far but like, it’s the same idea, right lol)

Samantha crushing it in the wardrobe dept as per usual

I like this new DA so much more than mccoy. Sorry not sorry.

I haven’t been paying too much attention to what’s going on (surprise) BUT, wtf does this case have to do with the grand jury that was taking place at the beg of the ep? With the girl all “he doesn’t know I’m here, right?” like, that girl was the murder vic? Or am I on crack? What is the connection?!

Uugggh… saaaammm my baby just needs a HUUUGGG

Okay, im actively not watching Toronto, see ya in an hour for svu.

Starting off with some personal, at home comfort. This is what we’ve been asking for forever (now give us rollisi at home pls).

OHHH GOD WHY ARE WE ALREADY BACK TO THE MADDIE SHIT FFS.

“I googled you”

Oh booooyyy are we in for it now. HOW MUCH DOES NOAH KNOW?! CAUSE LORD KNOWS HE PROBABLY FELL DOWN A PIT OF NEWS ARTICLES.

NO

WHY

WE DO NOT NEED TO BRING WL BACK TO THIS SHIT LET US HAVE SOME PEACE PLS.

Okay so we finally did get noah discovering where he came from. Woof.

Olivia kinda sucks at parenting sometimes. Like… he’s a kid, he’s an *adopted* kid who already knows about gramma Sheila and ellie… he’s gonna be curious, he’s gonna wonder, also what kid HASN’T snooped through their parents private things? Like yeah it’s not ideal… it’d be best for him to ask you a question and you slowly reveal into things or whatever but we all know she just would’ve shut him down right away anyways.

Lowkey love those heart lights in noahs room, ngl.

I’m not gonna lie. If it was olivia I’d be more concerned about him knowing/reading about William lewis and all the shit that went down than finding out johnny d was his dad…

You know what I think? I think this would be a great time to call you bestie amanda and have her over for a bottle of wine while you talk this through and see what jessie knows about her dad/how amanda’s gonna approach that. Also like, does billie just think sonny’s her dad or does she know? LOL. But will that happen? Obviously not.

Okay you know what, carisi is the second best bet so I’ll take this.

Olivia really needs to catch a fucking break

Carisi you sit like a whore. But we already knew that.

Is there not a way to trace this call? Or like, I know the phone is about to die but like…find my iphone even works on dead phones…use the stepmoms phone rn to find out where she is. Easy fix. Use your brains.

Man… parents on these shows are always so fucking trusting of their kids and they think they know everything about them. Like...what world are we living in?

Awweeee lil carisi back in cop mode!

Girl… you barely looked in that one, that’s not clear

Me: where do I know this actor playing the step mom from?

Checks imbd: ah. She’s been on svu as a diff character before. Of course.

We love a good parent who immediately offers up all their money to pay ransom of their kids bff with no question.

I swear to god it wasn’t raining 5 seconds ago.. I get that these are likely filmed on diff days but that really came outta nowhere

Olivia’s drenched and velasco’s barely wet… wtf lol

Oh god she’s really about to go feral isn’t she?  Like, even velasco’s nervous af.

That’s exactly what I knew he was gonna say. Like, liv should’ve just said she was dead.

Okay what about the other three perps? Where are they?

JESUS FUCK. Velasco… be mean to me. yell at me.. degrade me. jfc.

Okay I love that when she told Velasco to put the perp in her car he was all “uh… that a good idea boss?” kinda unsure thing but as soon as she started going feral he was just all “yup. Okay. I know how to do this.” And was totally on board. That’s my boi

“youre lucky im not in IAB anymore” damn right bitch.

That’s a cozy ass looking sweater liv has on and I want it

He already knows about ellie…why are we starting there?

I can’t wait until this conversation sparks a “hey… can we go see grama Sheila? Is she still sick?” and liv THEN has to explain that gramma Sheila is in fact in JAIL because she kidnapped him

Okay… that episode was honestly really good. It was a nice balance of the at home/personal lives and the case.

OC time.

Pls god have a last time on cause I do not remember what was happening… baby bro joe was doing heroine? That’s all I remember

Is this his apartment or elliots apt? it looks similar but also I like it better lol.

Bernie is a blessing to this show.

Elliot all “an intervention?” as if they didn’t host one for him like two years ago?

Also I JUST watched the ep with Muncy’s brother this week and that actor is baby boy joe stabler so this is throwing me off.

Is this an apt or a hotel? CAUSE ITS GORGEOUS!! HOW TF ARE THESE STABLER MEN AFFORDING THIS SHIT IN NYC?!

 “we don’t do that…” jet. Another fucking legend on this show

SO glad Bell’s back.

Clearly im not paying attention to this ep in case anyone’s wondering (and yes, it is because it’s a stabler ep…)

Leave it to stabler to be there less than 5 mins before beating someone

OH MY GODDDDD BELL LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD IN THAT BLUE SHIRT

Thank god bell had bobby with her cause homegirl had a cane last week, there’d be no way she should be on a foot chase rn. Lol

Omg jet and bobby UC yet AGAIN. I fucking love it.

Jet being absolutely the person that likely annoys the hell outta her, love that. 

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you wake up in the middle of the night without jungkook by your side.

> fluff, smut kinda almost / wc: 2.2k

> warnings: mention of an ugly ghost lol, making out, grinding

note: i was in the mood i’m sorry scratches head he’s just too hot. my drabbles never go according to plan yay :] not proofread well never have much time for it bc of classes see you all later i’ll try to post pure fluff again this week it’s in the drafts. wait ALSO CAN SOMEBODY CONFIRM THAT IM FUNNY my friends won’t admit it ??

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you slowly sit up on the bed, half-opened eyes glaring at the cold empty space beside you. you slip your feet in your fluffy slippers and slightly stumble on the way to the bathroom. you twist the doorknob to find the door open.

“jungkook?” your small voice echoes, only your head peeking through the door. no answer. no rustling. no sign of life. you close your eyes and sigh tiredly, leaning on the doorframe before continuing your search in the living room.

that’s where you find him. the large television screen serves as a dim light that washes over the white walls of your shared home, forming images and shapes that shift into new ones every time you blink.

you should have anticipated this when your boyfriend passed out the moment his body hit the mattress. supposedly, he was to rest for atleast fifteen minutes before hopping in the shower. minutes became hours. you fell asleep cuddling his sleeping figure after finishing a movie on your phone.

now it’s 1:17am and your boyfriend is fucking playing a vr horror game, completely tuned out from the real world. he moved the center table to the side to freely move around in an open space, wearing the vr goggles and holding the touch controllers. he doesn’t even feel your presence when you sit on the single chair beside the couch, watching everything from his left side. your eyes switch between him and the television. you can’t hear the sound effects since he’s also wearing a headset. on the bright side, you’re glad he listened to you about turning the volume down when he plays because the sounds often leak from the speakers. you used to scold him about it all the time.

he makes a startled noise when he looks back and turns out the head of the lady in the portrait moved to his direction, her bulging eyes staring at him accusingly. he quickly recovers and laughs out loud, carrying on with his journey of finding the items required for him to leave the haunted house.

“i think i got myself a crazy boyfriend.” you mutter to yourself, curling yourself up on the chair and leaning your head on the right armrest to maintain the good view of the game. he finds his luck in a dusty yet dainty bedroom, finding four items in a row.

“ah, ah, ah. here we go. i knew there’d be one here.” he closes the jewelry box, making a noise of satisfaction. he turns around to leave, but a stray piece of white cloth dangles infront of him and blocks the path.

“oing?” he reacts in confusion before chuckling in amusement. “oh, this is her room, isn’t it?”

your heart thuds loudly in your chest. you grab the blanket from the couch and wrap it around yourself, firmly grasping the fleece in your fists. “i swear to fucking god if you look up.”

and of course, he looks up. the face of the ghost screams at him from the ceiling, her ridiculously long hair dangling over his face. her eyes are bloody red. teeth rotting. a depiction of pure, terrifying anger. you let out a loud scream of fear and disgust, immediately burying your face in the blanket to hide. maybe this is just a silly nightmare.

it’s not the horrendous ghost but your scream that makes jungkook scream as well. he scrambles to remove the vr goggles, head whipping around until he finds your curled up figure in the chair. he observes you in shock, before calming down and realizing that you got scared of the ghost.

he squats down infront of you and caresses your hair softly. his touch makes your heart flutter in your chest. “baby?”

you slowly lift your head up, gasping for air. your eyes meet and you smile at him innocently. “hi.”

your cuteness makes him grin like a fool. he adores you like this, bare-faced and laidback in your pretty silk pajamas. it makes him want to baby you.

“so cute.” he holds your face in his hands and softly kisses you all over, making you giggle in delight after feeling lonely and deprived when you woke up earlier. you feel between your fingertips that his hair is still damp, meaning he still took that shower. you’re surprised you didn’t wake up then. or did he shower in the guest room?

“why are you here? was i too loud?” he strokes your cheek with the back of his fingers.

you shake your head. “that’s not it. how could you leave me all alone?” you whine loudly.

“weren’t you the one who told me that going to sleep with wet hair isn’t good?” he quizzes you, raising an eyebrow.

you open your mouth to defend yourself, but later on gives up in defeat. yes, you did tell him that.

“why? did you miss me?”

“of course i did! you were too busy with work to text me all day.” you frown, shyly avoiding his eyes. which you regret immediately, because your eyes land on the television screen where the game was accidentally paused on the ghost’s face. you groan in annoyance. you swiftly cover your eyes with your hand and use the other to pound at jungkook’s chest, pointing at the screen.

“make her go away! how am i supposed to sleep now? why can’t you just play garden of the sea or cook-out or something?” you complain as he exits the game he barely played for half an hour.

“ey, but those kind of games are not the vibes for this time of the night.” he explains himself, his thick busan satoori accent coming out. for some unexplainable reason, your knees always turn weak at how deep his voice becomes.

“you’re really not scared of anything, are you?” you shake your head with a smile that says ‘i can’t believe you sometimes.’

“that’s right.” he confirms with a wide grin. “except death. i can’t possibly fight that one, can i?”

an idea pops in your head.

“that’s not true.” you sit up properly with your legs crossed, looking at him innocently while reaching for his hands. “ehem. so you see,” you hold on to them on your lap and he looks at you suspiciously, his doe eyes squinting at you. you start pouting. “i’m badly craving the kitkat green tea right now. i was eating it in my dream. i’m seriously going to die because of how much i want it.”

“you know i’d commit crimes if you ask me to, right?”

“what?” you squeak out in surprise. that was so random. and intense. how did we end up in this topic again?

“i said, ‘okay, my love. i’ll go out and buy some for you right away’.” he gives you a kiss on the lips before getting up to grab his wallet from your shared room.

“that wasn’t what you said!” you yell out for him to hear you. “and i never told you to go out right now!” you kick your feet repeatedly in frustration.

“i want to go out with him.” you whine quietly to yourself before shouting. “i want to go out with you!”

shortly after, he comes back to the living room wearing his new blue bomber jacket.

he smiles at you teasingly. “we’re already going out though? for two years now.”

“you know what i mean.” you continue whining, pulling at the sleeve of his jacket. “let’s go to the convenience store together.”

“just stay warm here. it’s too cold outside. i’ll be quick, okay?” he gives you another kiss on the cheek, but you refuse to remove your grip so he won’t be able to walk away.

“but i wanna come with.” you plead once again.

“you’ll catch a cold. look what happened we went out to get pocky at 2am.”

he just had to back it up with a real example.

“then what about you? you’ll catch a cold too.” you fight back stubbornly.

“i told you i’m a super antibody.” he puffs out his chest proudly. “i never catch anything.”

he pats your head menacingly before giving you another kiss on the temple. “i’ll go get your chocolate now, okay? i’m fighting your death.” he chips in on building up your freshly made inside joke.

going out at ass o’clock to buy your food cravings isn’t exactly new for jungkook. sometimes you tag along, sometimes you don’t. but since you caught a cold that one time, he started insisting on going alone. which is understandable considering the situation nowadays. so you surrender.

“fineee. just don’t get hurt and come back quickly, okay?”

—

jungkook tosses his mask at the bin and calls out your name the second he walks into the apartment. “i broke my promise. i got hurt!”

unfortunately, you don’t hear his tragic announcement. you’re too busy taking pizza orders as a dedicated pizza parlor employee working in a virtual reality.

“can’t they form a single line? can’t they see i’m the only person managing this restaurant? where is the compassion?” you mutter to yourself, gritting your teeth at the impatient look on the animated characters’ faces.

your boyfriend stands on the side, watching you play in bewilderment.

“huh, we have totally different taste.” he says more to himself, words slurred because his tongue is sticking out of his mouth. he’s still holding the cup of hot chocolate that burned it. he crosses the room and takes a seat on the chair you previously occupied, leaving his jacket on the couch.

in the end, you failed the level. which doesn’t exactly come as a shock to the both of you. when you take off the goggles, you’re instantly greeted by jungkook uncontrollably laughing at his phone. without your knowledge, your boyfriend took a video of you cursing and giving every customer exactly the ingredients they specifically requested to not be added to their pizza. why would you do that? someone may ask, and the answer, simply out of spite. for more context, one of them claimed to have a rare allergy to olives. you only added cheese and olives to their pizza.

“you are evil. so evil.” he wipes the tears from his eyes using the back of his hand, body still vibrating from laughter.

“yah, delete that!” you jump and tackle him, but he quickly acts and hides it behind him. you attempt to drag him off the chair but he doesn’t budge. god, not even for an inch.

he watches you in pure amusement.

“you are so annoying.” you say bitterly, climbing on his lap to try and reach for the phone behind him again. but somehow, you end up with both wrists being held by his one hand.

oh, you almost forgot that your boyfriend is a strong man.

“i love you. here’s your kitkat green tea.” he dangles the plastic bag infront of you, but you tilt your head to look at him in question.

“why are you talking like that?”

“i burned my tongue.” he pouts at the direction of the cup of hot chocolate on the table beside him, placing the plastic bag next to it.

“my poor baby.” you hold his face in your hands, brushing away his hair away from his eyes. “should i kiss it better?”

he doesn't respond. instead, he grabs you by the waist and hungrily smashes his lips against yours. a lewd moan escapes your throat which makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants. your tongues meet, and you try your best to soothe him like you promised. he tastes sweet. not only from the hot chocolate, but mostly because he's your jungkook. you could never have enough of him. he's a fountain of all your most favorite things in the universe.

you unconsciously tug at his hair from the intensity of the make out session, hips starting to grind against his thigh in a desperate attempt to relieve the tingling ache growing in your center.

“i don't think you understand how much you drive me crazy.” he mutters against your lips, his wet kisses moving south.

“i love you.” your voice comes out barely above a whisper. the pit in your stomach is growing unbearable and at this point you’ll die if left untouched. his every touch is fuel added to a flame, and at the same time he is the only who can tame your storm.

“i love you more.” you gasp quietly when you feel his teeth sink in the sensitive skin of your neck, addicted with leaving his marks on you.

“bedroom.” he says, voice dripping with authority. while he manhandles you into wrapping your legs around his waist, you say something he doesn't quite catch. his lustful eyes drink you in, and you gulp nervously.

“hmm? what is it that you want, baby?”

he traces the direction you’re looking at, and his shoulders drop comically.

“my kitkat . . .”

“you can snack on them after. i’m so fucking hard right now, babe.” he nuzzles his face against your neck, planting kisses on the back of your ear.

you hold on to his shoulders to ground yourself in reality, lost in how good he is making you feel. fuck, he doesn't even need to say it. you can feel him grinding against your ass.

“i said i'd kiss your tongue better, not your dick. but i mean, i guess i might as well-” you yelp in surprise when he puts you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom.

and no, he doesn’t notice you grab the plastic bag out of reflex.

[bensonsbobblehead]

Summertime Sadness - Chapter 6

Aubrey and Jack hotchner come home for the summer after living in California with their mom for the school year. How will they deal with the trauma in California and living with their fathers new girlfriend.

Content Pairings: Hotchner Famiy x BAU!Reader (ft; the team and others) POV: switches a lot.  some Henry and Aubrey content for ya.

Chapter Warnings: more angst, teenage love yay, sex mention, yelling, crying duh

wc; 1.4k 

A/N: here's chapter six, hope you’re enjoying. im so sorry for posting late, I had so many different ways I wanted to take it and my laptop was broken but im back now :0

Aubrey ran down to the kitchen for a popsicle and water. While her a cup was filing she noticed a post card from California with the address being her moms house.  

She turned it over to see her moms hand waiting

Hello Aaron, this is Haley, of course we’ll be able to come out we both really miss the kids! I’m so happy for him I know retirement was coming soon. Calvin snd I will be there next week.

 No…no, no, no!

Rossis’ retirement dinner, of course he wants them to come everybody loves Rossi.

She grabbed the water and popsicle, and headed to her room. She sat the popsicle to melt and the water next to her desk, Jack was sound asleep in her bed. 

She pulled out her phone and texted Henry,

A: HJ, you up? 

H: yeah, you good?

A: can I come over?

H: yeah windows open

Aubrey got dressed in leggings and a hoodie and a pair of house shoes she wore outside. She arrived at Henrys’ house, it was a ranch with a huge backyaard and the tallest ceiling Bre has ever seen. She walked over to Henry window and knocked, he opened it, “pull me you” she said doing grabby hands. 

Henry pulled her up swiftly after a few tries and running start up the side of the house. 

“You’re dad is probably going to kill you” Henry added after pulling her up,

“You’re mom is gonna kill you! You snuck a girl in.”

 “Yeah but it’s you” he laughed, closing the window then looking at her with his bright blue eyes. 

 Aubrey walked around his room, he had lots over random drawings and stickers on his wall, of course posters of scary movies which they obsess over together.  

 “You kept the list up there” she said looking above at the only writing that’s on his wall. 

 “Uh yeah why wouldn’t I?” He asked in an almost serious tone, wondering why she thought he’d delete it. 

The first summer after Calvin started abusing Aubrey she spent a lot of time with the Jareaus, it was her safe place. Her dad was constantly working and Jack was always at summer camp for basketball. Henry and Aubrey had grown up together and became best friends by default. Henry noticed the change in Aubrey and encouged her to make a list of things to try to feel better. 

It wasn’t much but it was something, he hated to see her hurting even though she never opened up about what was hurting her. 

Go swimming/ take bath and pretend it’s a pool 

Scream into a pillow 

Eat melted popcisles  

Spend time with Henry 

The list was fresh like he had just wrote it again, Henry came home the night of the dinner to rewrite-it knowing she was going to need it. 

“I kept it in case you needed it” 

She ran to hug him and he immediately hugged her back he felt light shakes and his shirt began to get wet. He didn’t say anything he just squeezed her tighter letting her know he’s there for her. 

Henry was older than Aubrey by a few months, even though they were basically the same age. He just turned 17 and Aubrey isn’t to far behind. With her being the only girl and their parents being FBI agents they made sure to protect her. Even though Aubrey hated being smothered by Jack and Henry.

After slowly pulling away they both looked into each other eyes, it was comfortable, but they were both too shy to make a move. Henry finally broke the stare down, “Are you okay? Do I need to get my mom?” He said walking to his bed to sit down Aubrey plopping down beside him.

“Just got some bad news.” she picked at the sleeve of her hoodie,

“What happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, my mom and her stupid boyfriend coming to town for Rossis retirement party.” 

“I take it you don’t like him?”

“Trust me it’s more than dislike, I just hate him for my own reasons” 

“I’ll be there if you need to escape from him. You can always stay with me.” He looked her up and down and smiled. Aubrey figured you only live once so why not, she went in connecting her lips to his pulling in deeper when Henry didn’t push back. They two disconnected looking each other in the eye and smiling. 

“Thanks Henry, you’re really sweet.” She snuggled into his side how she always has since they were young. They both smiled to themselves knowing they just shared their first kiss with each other. They both mistakenly fell asleep completely forgetting that Aubrey had to go back in a few hours.

Hours passed and they were both awoken by your voice, that was coming downstairs. Apparently Hotch had the Garcia tracking her phone and the team out looking for Bre.

“I’m not upset with her but her dad on the other hand.” You said to JJ causing both the women to laugh. This is bad Bre thought to herself while listening from Henry’s room. 

“Why did you let me fall asleep?” She hit Henry in the chest as she quietly shut his room door. 

“I didn’t think your dad would send out a search party when you’re literally here safe next to me.” he smiled,

“It’s not funny and he doesn’t know that” she said trying to appear serious frantically putting her shoes on. Both Aubrey and Henry creeped down the stairs just as Aaron was walking in. 

Henry stepped on a creek causing everyone heads to snap towards them. You all looked at them with relief and amusement seeing the two teenagers. 

“I’m so so sorry guys I completely forgot to tell you I was coming over here—-“

“We were worried SICK and you were over here with HENRY in his BED” Aaron said loudly, he was relieved to see her but so upset with her. 

“Dad I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you and it’s not like that I swear!” Aubrey begged looking at her dad

“Are you two having sex? Because your father and I taught you to NOT sneak people into the house especially girls.” JJ turned to Henry, causing him to blush, Aubrey picking up on it and smirking. 

“What? Ew. No mom I would never, we just talked all night I swear.” Henry pleased with his mother, he was never a troubled boy but he was still a teenager. 

“We aren’t doing that and I just needed to talk to him we figured it wouldn’t be a big deal cause I was safe.” Aubrey looked at her dad, you and JJ. 

“We just want you to tell us where you are especially if you aren’t coming home till the next day.” you said pulling Aubrey into your side and the girl returning it. 

“Go to the car now.” Aaron said in a stern voice giving Henry the look, silently cursing him through his eyes, even though he loved him. “You, room, now.” JJ ordered Henry trying to be serious. “Bye, Henry” she waved sadly, he mouthed text me later causing Bre to smile. When the teens were out of sight you and JJ busted out in laughter. 

“They are 100% going to get married on day.” you said teasing Aaron. 

“Without a doubt, you know Bre use to call herself Ms.LaMongTang, she could never pronounce it right” Aaron laughed causing the two women to laugh. You said your goodbyes as you and Aaron walked out the door heading to the car. 

The threesome arrived back at home getting ready for the rest of their day. Aaron headed upstairs to shower with Aubrey following behind until you stopped her. 

“Bre?” You called causing the teenager to turn around,”yeah?” She said sweetly, “Is the reason you left last night because of this?”

You held up the post card from California, and her bottom lip began to tremble. She looked up the stairs to make sure her dad wasn’t in sight before she ran into your arms. 

“Please don’t let him near me” she whispered in your ear, quietly crying. You rubbed her back giving her all the comfort you could. 

“I think it’s time to tell your dad Aubrey” you encouraged her knowing this was the only way. Aaron had his suspicions of something when you and Aubrey became suspiciously close. He asked you multiple times if something was going on and you just chalked it up to girl problems. 

“I’ll be right there with you Bre, but he has to know.” 

“I don’t want him to see me … differently” 

Your heart broke, “Your father loves you more than anything, he will always see you as his little girl.” 

You hated that she was treating herself like thia. Like it was her fault this happened to her. Seeing Aubrey as a victim has been the harder at thing you’ve dealt with. You’ve worked with victims before but when it’s someone you live the pain is different. 

“In a few days? I just need time to prepare.” She asked through her sniffles. 

“Whenever you’re ready, this is your story” you encouraged her and she nodded with a smile similar to her fathers. 

“Thank you so much Y/N” she said hugging you once lord then heading up the stairs. You broke down once the girl disappeared. You had been dealing with this alone since Bre told you. It was a lot and every time you seen her you wished you could take it all away. 

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[miyuwuki]

Can i request a scenario of Takao asking his s/o to babysit his little sister when he's out? Fluff fluff please basically just filled with reader and his lil sister having fun with each other. OH can you make the ending when Takao comes home, he finds both of them are sleeping, wrapped in a blanket on a couch and he gets FULL AWE and constantly takes lots of picture of them and set it as his wallpaper? Sorry if it's too long i just can't get big brother Takao out of my mind and it's to cute. <3

babysitting his younger sister

a/n: A TAKAO REQUEST. YES. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH EEEEE

warnings: none; i used “kanari” to name his younger sis

takao x reader

“thank you for watching kanari,” takao said into your hair, tightening his grip as he hugged you. “can’t believe coach wants us to have last minute practice.” you shook your head in his shoulder, giggling at his complaint, “don’t worry, kazu. i would love to spend time with her anyway, she’s my favourite!” he pulled back with a sarcastic gasp and scoffed, “am i not your favourite?”

with a smirk, you pushed him out the door and waved at him, “nope, now bye bye!” and closed the door. immediately, you felt your phone buzz.

kazukazu ♥︎> i’m hurt :(( but have fun,, i love you

you smiled, quickly typing an i love you back.

“y/n-chinny?” kanari called out, peeking her head out of the kitchen. it was so cute how she added “chinny” to everyone’s name; “kazu-chinny,” “mido-chinny,” “mama-chinny.” the first time you met kanari, “y/n-chinny,” slid off her tongue so naturally that it became your new favourite nickname.

“yes love?” you replied, ambling to the kitchen only to find a bunch of baking ingredients sprawled across the dining table. “i prepared the baking stuff! i wanna bake a cake,” she said, eyes sparkling brightly at you. you ruffled her hair, kneeling down so you can be at eye level with her. “sure we can bake a cake! what flavour are you thinking of?” 

“i think i wanna do red velvet. i’ve never made a red velvet cake before.”

“then red velvet it is!” 

you grabbed the pink apron from the wall and helped her put it on, then grabbed the spare one for you to wear. before you started to bake, you pulled out your phone to take a picture that you can send to takao. 

“kanari! can you smile at the camera for me?” you asked, facing the camera towards her. she happily obliged and posed like a princess doing a curtsy with her apron and smiled.

you> *attachment* isn’t she the cutest?

kazukazu ♥︎> WOW, YOU GUYS ARE BAKING WITHOUT ME? im hurt, you know i like cake

you> of course <3 now have fun!

- 

“i wanna decorate it like a wedding cake.” kanari cheered after you guys made some decorations for the cake as it was cooling down. it was a messy process, different food colourings here and there but in the end, it turned out lovely.

“a wedding cake? sure, do you have a picture of your parents that we can copy?” you pinched her cheek softly, feeling the plushness between your fingers.

“no y/n-chinny, i wanna make you and kazu-chinny! i have dolls that look like you and him.”

you stared at kanari for a bit, blush rising to your cheeks as you can feel your heart palpate against your chest. “is that so? why not then?” you smiled. 

“are you going to marry kazu-chinny later?” 

your eyes wide red at her blunt and abrupt question, and suddenly you thought about all the sleepless nights you’ve had with takao, talking about the future. it wasn’t uncommon that the topic of marriage had occurred in these conversations; you both were going to live in a cozy home, somewhere bright with a lot of sun, and you were going to have a pet shiba inu named pochi. you gave a toothy grin at kanari, “i hope so, kanari.”

“yay!! then let’s decorate this cake!” 

you carefully iced the cake a very light pink at kanari’s request, while she placed the white, candied flowers all around its side. she also added a whole ton of sprinkles around the circumference and you couldn’t help but take more candid photos of her, making sure you’ll never forget this day.

“look! i told you these wedding people look just like you and kazu-chinny!” she giggled and carefully placed the bride and groom figurines in the centre of the cake. “and done,” she muttered, clapping her hands together. “we did it!”

-

after some cleaning, you tucked kana into bed, soon joining in beside her to and cuddled her gently. 

“can i ask you something, y/n-chinny?” she mumbled, snuggling into your chest. 

“anything, what’s up?”

“how did you and kazu-chinny get together? he’s mean and loud, and sometimes stinky.”

you chuckled at her remarks and took a minute before answering. “well, you’re right. he was really annoying in high school, along with midorima. to be honest, kanari, i really didn’t like him.

“but he was very kind to me. when i forgot to eat, he would buy me lunch. he always noticed when i wasn’t feeling okay, and then i realized, wow, i like him. but it wasn’t that easy,” you paused and sighed, trying to articulate how you would explain this part of the story. 

“i was very scared to love.”

kanari looked up at you and hummed, “scared to love? love kazu-chinny? why?”

“i guess.. i guess i didn’t want to get hurt.”

“was kazu-chinny gonna hurt you?”

“no, but love hurts sometimes.” you pat her head, “but your brother taught me that that it will all be okay. he makes me so happy, loves me for who i am, and i think that’s what love is. soon enough he took me on a date to maji burger and here we are.”

“i want to have a love like you and him,” kanari added, snuggling into your chest once more. “but right now, you and kazu-chinny’s love is the best.” it seemed like she fell asleep right after since her breathing became loud and even, but you still placed a kiss on the crown of her head, feeling love for her as if she was your own sister. not too shortly after, you fell asleep as well, feeling warm and giddy as it transitioned into the bliss.

-

“y/n? kanari?” takao called out as he entered the threshold of his home. “i’m home!” he placed his bags on the ground and checked the kitchen for the both of you; no sight of you both. but the sight that did catch his eye was the decorated cake, with his and your name pointing to the groom and bride figures. his cheeks formed a pink hue as he quickly snapped a picture of it on his phone.

“i’m definitely gonna marry them one day.” he grinned, swiping his finger along the icing to take a lick at it. “it’s good.”

he then headed for his sister’s room and knocked, but when there was no response he slowly let himself in, making sure he wasn’t too noisy.

“are you guys in here?” he whispered. his eyes landed on the two sleeping bodies on the bed after scanning the room, but gosh, he swore his heart swelled with so much love and awe. you were spooning kanari as if she was the most precious thing in the world, and kanari was snoring softly into your shirt. he had to take more pictures and he did, and even set it as his wallpaper. he posted a copy on his story with a caption, “my two girls.” it was too much for his heart strings as he quietly gushed at the view before him.

“sleeping without me, huh.” he uttered to himself, giving both you and his sister forehead kisses before leaving. “leave dinner to me, guys!”

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[fredshufflepuff]

— anon’s request: ok so since i too am a whore for angst. how about the reader and rafe having a summer thing as a kook (maybe she goes to the pogue school but is a kook) and once she goes back to school, they drift apart and rafe gets jealous of her spending her time with the pogues. then maybe he sees her again at mid summers all dressed up and remembers he still loves her. please break my heart with this, im in need of a cry and then maybe put it back together with some fluff at the end? please

— warnings: fem!reader, brief smut (skip if uncomfortable), asshole!rafe for a good chunk of the imagine, language, angst, fluff.

— word count: 2,166

IT all started when you bumped into rafe at the country club on figure eights.

you didn’t normally hang around that area, but you were hanging out with sarah that day—which meant eventually running into her brother.

she tried to keep you away from him, just because he had no filter and didn’t think twice before voicing his opinion, but sooner or later your interaction with the boy would happen.

“oh god” sarah mumbled causing you to raise your brows, a confused frown on your face as she signaled to look behind you.

you turned around not so subtle to see rafe cameron making his way down the grassy hill, a golf club in one hand and a can of beer in the other.

“hey little sis, when were you going to introduce me to your friend here?” the boy spoke, a small grin on his face at seeing her roll her eyes.

“i wasn’t planning on it, you know—considering how you’re an ass.”

a small giggle fell from your lips as rafe turned his attention back to you, the sides of his mouth curling slightly at your reaction.

“well since she won’t introduce me, i will” he said, his figure leaning over yours which was sat on the grass.

he tossed his most likely expressive golf club to the ground to extend his hand out to you, which you hesitated to take before slowly reaching for it.

“i’m rafe cameron.”

of course you knew who he was, everyone did.

“y/n y/l/n.”

YOU thought the interaction with sarah’s older brother was in the past, not having to see him again since you weren’t planning on going back to figure eight or the club any time soon.

but when you found yourself in his bed getting the absolute daylights fucked out of you, you knew right then and there that this wasn’t a one time thing.

“fuck rafe,” you moaned loudly, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes fell shut from the feeling.

he slide his cock in and out of your needy hole as you whimpered from under him, his toned body pressed against yours as you jolted from each thrust.

“m’gonna cum, flood this needy little fuck hole” he spat, his hand coming down to grab your face and force you to open your eyes.

“please, rafe. please fill me up” you begged, your little moans and pleads sending the boy over the edge.

as soon as he gave you permission to cum you didn’t hold back. it felt like your entire body had shut down as your head fell to the side.

rafe sent a rough thrust into your quivering body before emptying himself inside, making sure to keep himself as close as possible in order to not let any leak out.

“fuck,” he groaned in your ear, his body pressed against your small one as your hands came up to rest in his hair, pulling on it gently as his cum filled you up.

later that night you didn’t bother sneaking back out to your place, instead rafe suggested you actually stay—running you a hot bath before ordering take out.

it surprised you really, considering how you didn’t know what you guys were.

you both agreed to only be friends with benefits when this all started, but now you didn’t know if you wanted that or not.

you wanted something more with the blue eyed boy.

“what are we?” you asked while laying in his arms, the feeling of his breath trailing down your neck giving you comfort.

“friends with benefits.”

no hesitation was found in his voice. it was quick and sudden, just like your heart breaking.

“oh.”

you didn’t talk much with rafe after that night—leaving early in the morning to avoid further interaction.

rafe didn’t suspect anything though, knowing how busy you usually get with school and home life, but after that single day turned into almost a week, he knew something wasn’t right.

usually you’d be around the house or at the country club, but it felt like you were almost avoiding him.

when school started up that’s when things really started to hit for rafe. you were not only distancing yourself from him, but now you were hanging out with the pogues.

to him you had wiggled yourself into john b’s friend group, getting closer with everyone but mostly jj, the one pogue he despised more than the others.

it was the night of midsommars and you were preparing yourself to see rafe, your nerves seeming to skyrocket every time his name was mentioned.

“ARE you feeling okay, y/n/n? you’re all jittery” kie pointed out, her eyes locking with yours through the vanity mirror as you slowly brushed through your hair.

“i’m okay, kie— really. just nervous for tonight i guess” you shrugged, your response seeming convincing enough as she nodded.

“hey slow pokes! hurry up or we’re going to be late” jj called, pounding on the door making you and kie jump.

“fucking assholes” you mumbled.

MIDSOMMARS was something you always looked forward to.

the lights, the food, the beautiful dresses and people you got to meet—which was rare considering how almost everyone there were stuck up kooks who’s only personality trait was having money.

all except rafe.

he was different towards you, a lot different it was scary.

“jj, don’t get into any more fights, k?” kie sighed, licking the pad of her thumb before dragging it across his face—getting rid of the dirt that had formed there.

he didn’t say who specifically it was with—the fight—just claiming it was with some stupid kooks who didn’t know when to stop talking.

“yeah yeah” he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair before sending you both a small smile.

he picked up his tray and spun it on his finger before sending her a wink, a blush coming to kie’s face as she quickly looked away.

“soooo, you and jj....” you said, the girl’s eyes rolling as she playfully pushed you away.

“enough about me, what about you?”

“me?” you raised an eyebrow, “what about me?”

“don’t play dumb, y/n/n. i’ve seen you come back late with hickeys.”

you grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the waiters walking by and took a long sip from it, your eyebrows twisting together— “this is good, you should try it.”

kie was about to protest until the music started to kick up again, your favorite song playing making you gasp.

you quickly placed the glass on an empty table before taking her hands and pulling her towards the dance floor.

“let’s dance!”

unknown to you—rafe had been watching you ever since you stepped foot into the venue.

IT was almost one in the morning when everyone had left, you and kie sitting at one of the empty tables while you waited for jj to finish up.

you hadn’t had that much to drink, but you could say you were a little tipsy.

“ready to go?” jj asked while throwing his arms around you both, a sarcastic grunt dropping from your lips at the sudden weight.

“we were about to leave yo-”

“well, well, well...if it isn’t the golden trio” a familiar voice spat, your head snapping to the side as your eyes fell on the devil himself.

rafe cameron and his little minions.

“if it isn’t daddy’s money, dumb, and dumber” kie snapped back—referring to topper and kelce who were standing on either side of him.

“put your dog on a leash maybank before we do it ourselves” rafe threatened, only causing jj to break from your side and lunge at the boy.

“jj, stop” you said, grabbing his arm as kie yanked him back, “he wants a reaction.”

“i didn’t see you there, y/n. so quiet and small, hard to notice you.”

which was obviously a lie. rafe noticed you the second he walked into the stupid party.

“what do you want, rafe? getting bored at the country club?” you asked, your lips dropping into a fake pout.

“actually the country club is entertaining, unlike some needy bitches who can’t satisfy my needs.”

your face dropped as kie gasped beside you—jj completely unaware of what was going on but still pissed at the way rafe was speaking to you.

rafe’s face dropped slightly at the realization of what he just said, nothing but lies falling from his mouth as his eyes filled with guilt.

“fuck you.”

YOU didn’t remember much after that. just the events taking place of jj trying to throw another punch at the boys before getting dragged away by kie.

the poor girl was trying to control her hot headed friend while the other was on the verge of tears.

but you refused to cry.

in front of rafe or not, you would not let yourself cry over him.

all you remember is crashing at john b’s house and waking up with a massive headache.

your legs were draped over kie’s as the two of you slept on john b’s bed, the boys taking the couch in the living room.

light from the outside peeked through the curtains as your eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness.

your phone laid next to you on the comforter as your hands dragged it closer.

what you weren’t expecting was a shitload of texts from rafe.

rafe cameron: i’m really sorry

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: y/n

[sent 1:34am]

rafe cameron: i didn’t mean anything i said

[sent 1:36am]

rafe cameron: i was drunk and wasn’t thinking

[sent 1:40am]

rafe cameron: please hear me out

[sent 1:41am]

rafe cameron: meet me at our place

[sent 1:49am]

rafe cameron: 7:30am

[sent 1:51am]

you groaned loudly while reading his texts, the need to throwup swirling in your stomach as you tossed your phone to the side.

you ran your hands over your face as you thought on what to do, biting your bottom lip in the process as you stared at the wall in front of you.

after what felt like an hour of pondering, you let yourself slip off the bed and grab your hoodie that was thrown on the floor.

you were going to see him.

‘WHAT if she doesn’t show’ rafe thought to himself as he sat in the sand, his eyes locked on the waves crashing in front of him.

he was stupid last night.

the boy made a stupid mistake that he regretted deeply.

he just needs to show you how sorry he is.

“rafe.”

his head snapped in the direction of your voice, your figure standing a few feet from his as he then quickly stood up.

he dusted off his pants before nervously making eye contact, his throat suddenly drying up as he attempted to swallow what felt like a rock.

“y/n, i’m s-so so sorry for what i said yesterday. i-i didn’t mean any of it-”

“so what? i’m supposed to forgive you?” you cut off, raising an eyebrow as his mouth fell slightly, “what if it happens again?”

“i-it won’t! i swear it won’t. i was just drunk and jealous and really fucking stupid” he blabbered on, his hands shaking as he tried to defend himself.

“jealous?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing together as he nodded his head shamefully.

“of you and that stupid pogue.”

“jj?!”

he seemed to visibly retract from your words, his eyes narrowing as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“yeah, him.”

“so you acted the way you did...because of jj?” you slowly asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at you.

“i didn’t mean it, y/n...” he frowned, his face dropping slightly as you waited for him to continue, “please give me another chance, i’ll show you how sorry i am—how much you mean to me.”

it was quiet for a good minute as your thoughts swarmed your mind for a response.

“rafe...”

“y/n, please.”

another minute went by, the only sound coming from the waves crashing along the shore.

“fine.”

IT had been five months since you forgave rafe, and things were honestly going better than you had expected.

after that morning on the beach he took you out on a proper date—ending in him walking you back to your house and even stealing a kiss.

he even stopped starting fights with jj and the other pogues, wanting you to know that he was better than that.

“WHAT do you want to watch?” rafe asked while flipping through channels, one hand holding the remote while the other rested on the small of your back.

“m’not sure, you can pick.”

he hummed in response before clicking on some random channel, not really planning on watching it anyway.

he tossed the remote to the side before looking down at you, admiring your relaxed state with your arms wrapped tightly around his torso.

“you know i love you right?” he suddenly asked, his voice low and soft as he stared at you from above.

“why so gushy, rafe?” you teased, your own head angling up to see him better.

he was so beautiful.

“i’m not gushy,” he rolled his eyes, “i just wanted to remind you.”

you blushed at his words before nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, your lips kissing the delicate skin making him smile.

“i love you too, rafe.”

🏷rafe cameron taglist : @jordynsharum

a/n: could you tell i didn’t know how to end it

[kira-fluff]

Heeey!

Saeyoung, Yoosung, Jumin and Zen reacting to to “hotel only one bed” trope ? ♥️

a/n: of course you can lovely! <3 *AHEM* Lemme just say this trope is ELITE and I will NEVER not love it // also, i’m writing it like it’s before they’re dating (OF COURSE) because I want it to be spicy (actually that’s the only thing that would make sense for this prompt but you get my point whatever). ALSO also I’m basing the fancy hotel off my stay at the Ritz Carlton (it was like $25,000 a night) because my grandma couldn’t manage money N E WAYSS. Also, if y’all could let me know whether you prefer Y/N to MC pls lmk k thx 

TW: drunk old lady w/no filter, gets pretty suggestive because I couldn’t help myself, an overbearing aunt, savage Italians, and loud hotel neighbor 

Note: omfg i accidentally made this so long oh well here’s yo present lmao 

“There’s only one bed” PT.1 PT.2

- 

Saeyoung 

Getaway missions are mad cool until you can’t sleep 

When you finally neared the parking entrance to your hotel you were SO looking forward to taking a nice hot shower before shimming into the covers of your crisp, (clean, you hoped) sheets. 

It was past 3AM when Saeyoung finally drove his elegant vehicular device (because what other word is there for it) into a secured parking space 

“Because I don’t trust those shady valets, y/n.” 

“Whatever you say, Seven”, you replied groggily. 

You hauled ass up to the front desk, then to the elevator of the exquisite hotel you were staying at

not that you cared 

because S L E E P 

but Saeyoung likes to quote Jurassic Park (because of course he does) like “I spare no expense, y/n” 

“I’m too tired to laugh” 

*gASP* 

“Not everyone naturally stays up until the early morning light before going to sleep.” 

“It really should become a thing, it’s honestly very iconic of me.” (it’s not)

By the time your conversation ended you were glad to see your hotel number and a little key card slot. 

Saeyoung made a show of sticking the key card in like a spy or something 

it was funny for normal y/n but not for tired y/n 

“Here’s your room, M’lady.” 

He held the door open to your room as you looked around the room 

a large, lush bed set before a ginormous flat screen TV with complimentary expensive chocolates laid before you as well as complimentary take-home elegant towels and slippers. 

suddenly, you heard a knock on the door 

blinking in confusion, you opened to see it was Saeyoung 

“Um.. hey! What’s up?” 

Saeyoung looked a bit bewildered himself before saying, 

“Hey, so, I realized my key card was the same room number as yours and I was like ‘That’s weird!’ so I called the front desk who verified that I had placed a reservation for one room, not two, so I hacked into their system to see what went wrong and if I could change it but it looks like they’re completely booked and I think I had made the reservation before I knew that you had to come along and I’m so sorry” 

he was breathless after the mouthful he just gave you 

As it was 3AM a drunk, old woman was tripping her way to her room and shouted much louder than she should at 3AM, “Kiss her already n’ fuck, ya youngin’s!” 

Saeyoung’s hair now matched his face :) 

His ears were tipped bright red before coughing awkwardly 

“I can sleep on the ground. I’ve done it plenty of times, it’s actually pretty comfy.” 

“Um, Sev’ I’m not going to make you just sleep on the floor. If you want--” 

“You’re not making me, y/n, I want to do this” 

“Actually I think I’ll sleep on the floor, I sleep a lot better on the ground”, you fibbed. 

“You’re sleeping on that big ass bed.” 

“No you are.” 

“If you don’t listen I’ll sleep in the bath tub instead of the floor.” 

“Then I’LL sleep outside the room!” 

“LIKE HELL YOU WILL!” 

“WATCH ME” 

the phone rang, a worker politely asking you to quiet a bit down because even with your luxurious privacy walls, guests could still hear you arguing. 

Saeyoung began whisper shouting, “Guess that settles it.” 

he plopped on the ground, fake snoring with his arm as a pillow

you sighed 

“Fine, if neither of us are going to agree to this then we are both going to sleep in this bed.” 

Saeyoung blushed lightly at your boldness, a tad worried you’d find him creepy or weird

You started again, beginning to undress a little, causing Seven to yelp in panic and turn around immediately, shielding his eyes,

Now in your tank top and your leggings you’d been wearing under sweatpants and a t-shirt, you said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower and go to bed. I’m so tired.” 

Seven turned around only when he’d heard the bathroom door shut 

he sighed, What am I going to do with this girl. 

By the time you’d come out of the bathroom, drying your wet hair, Seven was lying on the bed, clad in casual t-shirt and jeans. 

“Come on, Saeyoung, you have comfy clothes! It’s okay, change! I’m done in the bathroom now.” 

“Nah, this is fine.” This was not fine. Saeyoung was out of his area of expertise of expecting the unexpected because God you were so unpredictable. 

“Please” you jutted out your bottom lip in a little pout, being sure to make eye contact with him 

Something glowered in his eyes for a split second before he half-smiled saying, “Ah, little Y/n, you know I can’t say no to you when you go all sad on me.” 

He stepped into the bathroom to change, but let’s be honest. He was freaking the fuck out. 

he covered his flushed face, changing into his soft sweatpants and a cozy sweatshirt. he was scared 

the more comfortable he became the more likely he’d accidentally get closer to you and then you’d freak out because you’d hear the sound of his heart beat like it’s a fucking rave concert and then you’d be weirded forever and quite possibly never talk to him again

but on the outside, he stepped out of the bathroom, whipping his phone out with a huge smirk saying, “Smile” 

you threw up a peace sign with your tongue sticking out 

he laughed before sending it to the RFA chat 

707: Sleepover lolol [see attachment]

immediately both your phones blew up with buzzes of notifications from the chat 

you laughed lightly, brushing a stray hair from your face to tuck it behind your ear 

this was gonna be a long night for Seven. 

Zen: UGH get away from her!!!!!!!!!111!!1!!

Jumin: Maybe you should learn to type first. 

Zen: shut it cat freak

Zen: seven answer 

Zen: hey 

Zen: y/n, text “qwerty” if you’re in any kind of danger 

Jumin: What a strange code. 

You: qwerty :(

707: lololololol

Zen: !!!!!

Zen: ASJDHKJFASHFKJA 

Jumin: -_- 

Zen: WE NEED A CAR, NO A HELICOPTER im omw!! 

You: just kidding <3 i’m fine you guys 

707: lololol 

Jumin: Have a bit more faith in your subordinates, Zen. 

You closed the chat and muted your phone, expecting the incoming argument that was quickly to ensue. 

You patted the bed lightly, ushering Saeyoung to lie down next to you. 

He obliged, though he politely laid at the far edge of the left side of the bed. 

You yawned before shutting the light off and whispering a “good night”. 

Saeyoung glanced at the clock. 4AM. Only 15 minutes had passed. You were breathing softly in your sleep within the 10 minutes after you’d said goodnight and here he was still awake. 

You suddenly tousled in your sleep, and Saeyoung raised his head, whispering a soft, “Did I wake you up?” 

You replied with a soft moan before abruptly turning left onto his corner of the bed and grabbing for the first thing you’d felt -- his torso. 

Saeyoung’s breath hitched as he felt you exploring the new found “object”, running your fingers up and down his torso and nearing dangerous areas below 

Saeyoung whisper-shouted, “What are you doing?” 

He leaned closer to hear your reply, but your only answer was more soft little snores 

Saeyoung sighed, trying to lightly grab your wrists without waking you up, and directing toward yourself

no matter how hard he’d try, your arms kept finding his own

your nails would softly ghost over his chest or neck, causing him to shiver and blush profusely 

again, he sighed, trying his hardest not to give into your sleepy state 

until you broke him with a soft utterance, “Sae....young..” 

Saeyoung’s eyes widened to the size of saucers before he dared to look down at you, your hair curling on the bed every which-way.. your mouth slightly agap... 

he groaned, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut

at last he slunk his arms around your torso, being sure to respectfully keep them high around your waist 

he buried his face in the crook of your neck to subconsciously try to hide his ever growing blush (and erection) 

I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this ‘friend’ thing when you’re driving me this crazy, y/n.

You awoke to a sleeping Saeyoung, his toned arms enveloping your small body in a hug

shamelessly, you laid still for a few moments longer. 

Yoosung 

this bean is lonely uwu

so when he’d invited to you go with him on a trip his uncle had paid for, you felt bad saying “yes” because it’s a paid trip!! 

until he begged you because his cousin Chaewon would be there and he was always really pushy and borderline a huge fuck boi 

so you conceded 

but hey free trip for the both of you minus shitty family gatherings with no one you know, right?! 

you hope there’s at least one dog. and alcohol. 

dog + alcohol at a party = an actual fun fucking time 

you were glad Yoosung was there with you because he honestly couldn’t agree with you more 

You opened your beach-side resort room to find there’s only one bed. 

Yoosung blanched and quickly dialed his auntie, who’d made the resort reservations

“Ah...hi auntie! Um, how come there isn’t a separate room for me and y/n?” 

his aunt cackled into the phone, “Aren’t you an old fashioned little gentlemen!!! Awe~~~ you’ve grown up to be such a good boy! <3 Well don’t worry, I won’t say a word to my sister or your pops. Enjoy the time you have with your adorable girlfriend and get it on a little!! I’ve got condoms if ya need ‘em honey~~ Remember dearie, when the shlong is not covered, the child support better be.” 

Yoosung hurriedly hung up the phone, his face completely red, praying you hadn’t heard the conversation that’d just ensued. 

You did 

but you smile and say, “So.. what’d they say?” 

He cleared his throat before saying, “Well, --err.. Basically there’s been a little mishap. B-but don’t worry!! I can just ask Chaewon if I can spend the night in his room.” 

“Didn’t you say he leaves a sock on the door handle every time--”

“YES but I want you to be comfortable, okay! It’s really not a big deal.” 

You shyly smiled while looking down before softly saying, “You can sleep with me.” 

Yoosung’s eyes widened and you quickly looked up, your face flushing to a deep crimson 

“I-I-I meant in the bed!!! With me. We can lie together. In the bed---- I mean we--” 

Yoosung could practically see the steam coming out of your ears and the room felt a LOT hotter 

“S-sure! Sounds great.” he had a feeling if you didn’t agree you’d end up embarrassing yourself further.. and he didn’t want you to feel bad. And he didn’t want those thoughts circulating his mind again. 

“Alright, so I’m going to hop in the shower, y/n... unless you want to go first?”

Gulping down some complimentary water you’d found in the hotel mini fridge, you quickly replied with a shake of your head. 

Nodding, Yoosung make quick work of washing his hair and trying to give himself a pep talk before he would be sleeping next to you. 

Thankful for the big size of the resort bed, you climbed under the covers, already beginning to feel sleep take you 

When Yoosung had at last dried himself off and walked out to the bed area of the resort room, he gazed at how small you looked, hugging a soft pillow in your arms, your eyes fluttered shut 

He looked away, feeling like a creep. 

He shut off the light after making a call to the resort staff to wake him up at 8AM as directed by his uncle’s itinerary

He slid under the covers, shoving a pillow in between the two of you as a little border to separate the two of you 

it wasn’t until further in the night when Yoosung had felt a jolt and he looked up in panic, through the blackness recognizing the pillow-border had been cast onto the ground 

and even more noticeably, your leg was swung over his hip, your body flush to his own 

your arms were snaked around his neck

he felt like he could feel every inch of you

your soft breath just below his ear 

your soft .. er.. chest... against his torso 

your stomach and .. the rest of it... against his own 

Yoosung could not breathe

like someone actually help this man for he is losing oxygen by the minute 

He squeezed his eyes shut and make the executive decision to wait it out til morning 

he was terrified that if he’d move you, you’d wake up and see just how much you affect him. 

And so, when the phone rang that morning, you’d startled, looking up to see your tangled limbs lying on top of his own

“oH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY YOOSUNG UGH IT’S A HABIT OF MINE AHAHHSAHDAJSHS” 

he looked at you with eyes that had noticeable circles under them (darker than even after his LOLOL gaming) 

“you look like you didn’t sleep much.... --- Is it because of me!? Oh my god I’m so sorry you should’ve just shoved me off or something seriously I didn’t mean to do it on purpose, honest!!” 

“N-no, no it’s really not!! I promise!!” He tried his best to grin, though it probably looked like a grimace, because the next thing you said was, “I’ll make it up to you” 

“You don’t need to do that. Really, I liked it.” 

It took a moment for him to realize what he just said. 

“I-I mean I like you! I mean I liked sleeping with you!!! I mean--!!” 

Yoosung was quickly spinning circles in his mind 

you couldn’t help the little giggle that came out of your mouth, “I guess we’re pretty similar, huh?” 

Yoosung smiled lightly, “Yeah, guess so.” 

You walked out together toward the breakfast area of the resort

“Hey”, you started, “Is.. Did you mean what you said? About liking me?” 

Yoosung glanced away, taking a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, yeah I did. I really like you.” 

You couldn’t hold back the big ol’ smile that took over your face as you proudly declared, “Me too!!” 

Right when Yoosung was going to go in for a kiss, he saw his auntie suddenly right next to the both of you 

“Oh my GOD when did you get here?!” 

She smirked, “My question first, dearie, what did you two like?” 

Neither of you answered, your cheeks growing red 

“You know, the first time your uncle did it with me I felt the same way. Like, what a man! Must run in the fam--” 

“OKAY! THANK YOU FOR THAT AUNTIE BUT BREAKFAST IS CALLING MY NAME MM SMELLS GOOD SEE YOU LATER.” 

Your blush didn’t leave you as you smeared strawberry cream cheese on your toasted bagel 

This trip was going to be very VERY difficult. Thank God there was alcohol. And Yoosung. And probably dogs. And Yoosung. 

Yeah. 

Gotta love relatives. 

Jumin 

You received a call from a stern voice you didn’t recognize

<<“Hello. This is Mr. Han’s chauffeur. I’m approximately 6.3 miles away from your residence. Do not worry about clothes or other necessities. All will be provided for you.”>>

“Uh.. thanks? Where....?” 

<<“Mr. Han has invited you to join him on his stay at the Ppalgan Vineyard Estates. Have you not received the notification?”>>

You glanced at your phone, seeing two unread messages on your phone. 

You read them, feeling bad you hadn’t seen them before. 

“Yes, yes of course. Thank you. Tell him I said thank you. Are you sure it’s okay for me to attend?” 

<<“Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Han gave me specific instructions to assure you would be able to come with him. I have been ordered to give 2 minute updates following your being picked up. I can assure you, it is his utmost wish that you join him this weekend. I’d be honored to thank him on your behalf, though I feel it would mean much more to him if you said it to him rather than me.” >>

“You’re right, thank you. And thanks for driving me. And for all the other stuff you said”, you replied nervously. 

<<”There is no need to thank me, Miss. I am glad to serve Mr. Han in anyway I can.”>>

The call hung up before you could spout out more thank yous 

you phone buzzed, startling you. 

you clicked the notification

<<(XXX-XXX-XXXX HAN COMPANIES) I’ve arrived at your residence. Let me know if there is anything I can carry for you. Sent 13:52>>

You quickly texted a reply of gratitude before rushing down the stairs out of your apartment, not wanting to make Jumin’s chauffeur wait. 

“Good to see you Miss Y/L/N. Is there anything I can get you? I have been given orders to purchase anything you may want or need on our way to the airport.” 

He quickly texted something on his phone, presumably a text to Jumin about your safe arrival to his limo.

“A-airport? You mean, like, flying? Are you sure I don’t need my wallet? It’s not too late for me to go grab it, right? I have my debit card on my phone too, otherwise.” 

“Miss Y/L/N you are not to spent a single won on this vacation. All is paid for.” 

“But my clothes... I don’t want Jumin to have to pay for all new things!!” 

"I assure you, money is not something Mr. Han wishes for you to be concerned with.” 

You’d stayed silent at that, feeling bad that you’d already bothered the poor man who’d just been ordered to drive you, not reassure you of Jumin’s financial affairs. 

You grew quiet, looking out the window as trees, streets, and cars zoomed past you. 

“If you so wish, there are numerous meals options in the compartments below the seats as well as alcohol, carbonated beverages and iced water glasses. You are, of course, welcome to any of these. Please do not hesitate to notify me if there is something you’d like instead. We’d glad to make it a regular option in all of our limousines.” 

You flushed, embarrassed at the amount of power Jumin’s words, and effectively, your own seemed to have on the entire Han Conglomerate as a whole. You laughed a little, it was funny thinking to yourself that you had so much power as to decide snack options for Jumin’s cars. 

Jumin was extra like that, he always went above and beyond to make you comfortable. You loved that about him. It made you feel a little spoiled, so you instinctively rejected most offers at things that seemed to further complicate his worker’s duties. 

You had no idea that when the chauffeur had said airport he meant the Han Private Airway Transportation Zone. 

As in... private jet. 

It was hard not to feel like you were in a whole different world. 

Not that Jumin treated you that way... but it was hard not to notice! 

You bowed in thanks to the driver before hastily finding your way to the nearest man standing in another black suit, his hands folded together in front of him. 

As soon as you uttered your name, his whole demeanor changed and he instantly had gone from cool and collected to humble and overwhelmingly kind. 

He’d quickly made his way to the boarding area, escorting you to the jet before leaving you at a polite distance way from Jumin who’d been looking at you from the moment you’d entered the aircraft. 

His eyes searched your own as you’d yet to discover his presence 

He couldn’t help but rake his eyes up and down your body, admiring the way you could look just in anything. 

He at last saw you searching the spacious cabin, at last laying eyes on him. 

His heart pounded faster, as if your noticing him made his heart leap in joy

You looked relieved and smiled, running over to him and sitting down next to him 

“Hi Jumin!! Oh, should I be calling you Mr. Han? That’s what your chauffeur called you.. sorry if that’s what I should’ve been addressing you as!!” 

His deep voice rumbled in your ear, causing you to shudder, “Jumin is fine.” 

You gazed up at him through your lashes, noticing the way his perfectly tailored vest made him look so... well... for lack of better word...hot. 

“Wow. You look...” Your eyes moved from his hair, to his face, to his neck, to his torso, slowly to his groin, to his legs... before you realized what you’d been doing and quickly your eyes shot up again. 

You bit your lip, “You look nice.” 

“Nice?” 

You laughed shyly, and slightly (embarrassingly) breathless, “Yeah. Yeah you do. Nice.” 

Jumin couldn’t help the sly smile he’d been holding back before replying, “You look beautiful.” 

You flushed and looked down, squirming in your seat a little before looking at him once more, offering a small, “..thank you..” 

After a few minutes of silence, you’d decided to change the subject, chattering on about how you wondered what this mysterious vacation would hold 

Jumin couldn’t help is concentration half on every word you were saying, but also your lips. Slowly licking his own, he nodded along when you’d gotten especially enthusiastic, grinning slightly when you’d gotten so excited you’d leapt out of your luxury seat. 

Within a half hour of the trip to your destination in Italy, Jumin had trouble concentrating on much else. 

Get it together, Jumin, you’re not some fool like Zen. 

It’d gotten worse the more you’d leaned further in your seat, your chest becoming slightly exposed

he covered his mouth with a hand, opting for looking out one of the many windows of the jet. 

You’d always caught his attention and made him lose his focus -- something he’d never lost before he met you 

He blamed the strawberry sent that you’d always carried with you 

He wasn’t much for expensive, faux perfume that so many of his father’s skanks would wear... it was like no other. 

After a few hours of grueling torture on your part (though you hadn’t know every single time you’d grabbed his hand or arm it’d sent his heart on a sky dive) Jumin was glad to have arrived in the gorgeous Italian acreage of the countryside. 

It was even more beautiful at the dusk of night, you’d decided 

Immediately a shiny vehicle pulled up, ready to transport you and Jumin to the estate you were to be residing in for the weekend. 

Upon pulling into the culdesac, you almost scoffed at the word “estate” -- it was more of a country in and of itself, land stretched beyond what you could see 

The mansion itself stood on pillars and high, Gothic windows. 

Inside, flying buttresses decorated the building, giving it an elegant and aged ambiance that you just adored 

“It’s so beautiful.” 

He smiled at you then, watching you take in the wonders he’d realized he took for granted. 

He was then directed to a double-door entrance way, “Your room, Mr. Han, Miss Y/L/N.” 

“Separate, correct?” 

The man stood in surprise, looking slightly aghast, “T-they never specified such details.” 

“Contact them immediately to confirm. I’ll work it out from there.” 

“Yes, Mr. Han.” From there, the man scurried away to contact the head of the estate. 

After a few moments, he returned, “The Rossi Conglomerate had assumed that you’d brought your fiance with you.” 

“Did you mention I don’t have one?” 

“Y-yes, of course! But, Mr. Han, your father--”

Jumin sighed, “I’ll take care of it.” with a wave of his hand, the man was gone 

You thanked him on his way out. 

Jumin looked at you, searching for a reaction of displeasure or worry

When he didn’t find one, he began, “I was notified the Rossi had booked their other estates to their American investors. My being here is a formality, but it is business. It would be a great discourtesy to demand--” 

You smiled reassuringly, “Jumin, don’t worry about it.. we’ll share the bed, okay?” You held your hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles on his knuckles. 

Jumin looked at you, choking on his spit slightly. 

“Y/N you do understand that--” 

“It’s fine, Jumin!! It’s late already, I’ll just put up my hair.. and.. do you know where the night clothes would be?” 

He watched as you fixed a bobby pin between your teeth before running your fingers through your hair, watching as you arched your back to-- 

“Jumin? ...you don’t know?” 

He cleared his throat, looking away, pink dusting his cheeks

“Bathroom.” 

You thanked him, unaware of his watchful eyes 

It had been a few seconds since you’d entered the bathroom before he heard a loud and alarmed, “..UM....JUMIN...?!” 

He’d quickly made his way into the bathroom

“What’s wro--” 

He looked and laying on the long granite island of the large bathroom was a silky set of lingerie as well as a note in Italian you couldn’t read. 

Jumin’s words stopped dead on his lips as he stared at you, then the silky underwear set, you, silky underwear, you.......silky underwear. 

On the outside, Jumin liked to think he came off as calm and collected, saying, “I can get you something else to wear.” 

But when he’d made it two steps out of the bathroom he had a little collision. And by collision, I mean his face.. and the wall. 

He looked in every drawer, finding nothing. He presumed clothes would be delivered as specified. But it was late already.. their servants are dismissed, only the protective guards surrounded the inside and outside of the estate.. explaining the situation to them didn’t seem very promising. 

Of course you were kicking yourself, before you’d found their little....gift... you’d cast your days clothes into the washer. They were probably soaked by now. 

Maybe I could use a hair dryer...? Or I could stuff them in the dryer?? 

Either way you’d be without clothes for.. too long. 

And nothing would be greater punishment then showing all that in front of the man you had completely fallen for... 

You heard a knock on the bathroom door. You listened from inside. 

“Hey, I, uh, couldn’t find anything. Do you think you could wear your clothes from today?” 

You whimpered, on the verge of tears, “I already put it in the washer!” 

He knocked again, “Can I hand you something?”, he asked, undoing the buttons of his formal shirt. 

“C-close your eyes!” 

Jumin chuckled darkly before covering his eyes and handing her his collared shirt 

“I’d give you the pants, too, but I don’t think they’d really fit you. Could you look at what they’d provided for me? Maybe slip on something from mine.” 

“N-no! That’d be even worse for me!! .. and you!” You blushed again imagining him half naked

You hurriedly shuffled through the drawers, but to no avail. 

You gulped, slipping on the lingerie to ensure that maybe something would be covered before buttoning Jumin’s formal shirt on you as well. 

it was so big it didn’t leave much for the imagination 

but you decided through a 10 minute pep talk that you’d suck it up and try your best to make his shirt into a night gown. 

You at last stepped out of the bathroom, Jumin’s head shooting toward the sudden noise before taking you in 

He could scarcely breathe, much less come up with a coherent sentence 

you were in his shirt... 

with barely any clothes on underneath

and you looked up at him shyly, biting your lip a little 

drawing even more attention to your lips 

Jumin had to stifle a groan, opting to head to the bathroom to change

After splashing some cold water on his face in a poor attempt to get his head out of the gutter, he quickly got on his pjs 

after you both were ready for bed, Jumin sat on the bed, opening a small novel he’d been enjoying, Anthem.  

His attention was immediately diverted from the dystopian fiction when he saw you were stretching

His shirt rode up high as he took in the way the lingerie perfect accentuated your curves, though it didn’t cover much below the waist 

Noticing your folly, your eyes widened in shock before you immediately put your hands down

which, just your luck, made it all worse. 

the sudden movement disheveled the shirt, causing it to ride down completely on one side, openly displaying the soft brassiere beneath it 

Jumin slammed his book so hard it left an echo in the large room. 

Great. He couldn’t even make it look like his book was suddenly unbelievably interesting that he just so happened to not take notice of the obvious sight before him.

You blanched, feeling a breeze along your shoulder, gasping before running to your side of the bed and pretending you don’t exist anymore 

Meanwhile Jumin is in a  c r i s i s 

In the most eloquent of words, his mind said holy fucking motherfucking shit oh my God fuck fuck fuck AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my god shit shit shit fuck shit sdfasodjgiajsidogjosdg MALFUNCTION!! WARNING!!!! RUN BITCH!!! 

But Jumin didn’t run

because mama ain’t raise no bitch 

but also because if he stood up it would be blatantly obvious that he had-- 

Stop thinking about it, Jumin.

He tried to redirect his mind to his 5 senses, a grounding technique he’d learned when he got too anxious when he was younger 

But sight seemed to dominate it as his mind replayed your facial expressions, the way your hands awkwardly tried to cover yourself up, the way you looked the way he’d take it all off--- 

Oh God. I’m deep in shit. 

He had never been so pissed at himself... and embarrassed. 

He looked over at you, a horrible decision, really. 

You were still awake, your face was redder than the strawberry sent that adorned you 

“s-sorry..” you whispered, willing yourself to try to forget, “pretend that never happened..” 

Jumin was practically feral and you were saying it never happened? 

Jumin couldn’t just pretend he didn’t just see a fucking goddess 

but he would for you 

“..........pretend what never happened?” 

You sighed, a small smile on your face as you quickly turned to thank him 

but he was a LOT closer than you imagined 

he was propped up on one elbow, looking down at you, his head slightly angled. 

And suddenly your faces weren’t so far apart.

And you couldn’t help but slowly close your eyes 

Jumin felt confusion when you’d done this

he can be a bit of a pea brain, so he of course said, “I’m sure you’re very tired.” 

He shut off the light, reaching over you 

You held back the big frown you’d gotten when you realized he’d rejected you 

unbeknownst to you that it took everything in him, from the moment he’d saw you in the jet cabin, not to scoop you up in his arms and make out with you the whole way there. 

Zen 

Was Zen going to invite you to his own fucking tour? 

Of course he was 

he liked flexing his connections 

and most of all, showing you just how much he cared about you 

and loved you

but not the love part because God if you ever found out Zen might jump into the nearest body of water and never return 

not that he didn’t have any confidence

he has lots of it 

but it all kind of disintegrates when he gets to talking about his real feelings

But come on, it was blatantly obvious to anyone who had heckin eyes 

or ears 

or just any functioning body 

the way he’d try to subtly throw an arm over your shoulder 

or he’d lean in whenever you spoke 

or the way he’d readjust his posture when you walked into a room 

or the way everyone caught him staring 

like anytime you weren’t looking 

or when you are looking because he is “built different” 

So the limo ride to the fancy hotel he was to stay at was something that had him looking forward to the tour, but also dreading it 

you’d sat close to him in the limo because his agent and other workers were sitting along with him. 

So close that your ass got pushed further and further onto his lap

because damn where the fuck are we and why are there so many goddamn potholes 

Zen tried to steady you by firmly grabbing your hips 

which was NOT the move 

because now that you were firmly set on his lap, every bump felt like a fucking war against his hormones. 

Like a gentleman, he quickly opted to seat you next to him, not wanting you to feel embarrassed 

still, he could feel you being pulled closer to him with every long turn the limo made or every bump or abrupt stop 

and it was torture. 

like this man is sweating 

but by some miracle you arrive at the hotel in one piece! Yay! 

but Zen’s soul has left his body~~ 

so you get set up 

You open the room, “Look, Zen! This bed is HUGE!!”, you ran over to it and plopped your face onto the sheets

He chuckled, watching you act like a little kid excited about a hotel for the first time 

his brows furrowed when he realized there was no door separator between your rooms 

He immediately called the front desk 

all you could over hear was “No, there seems to be some kind of mistake” 

and “I reserved two rooms -- conjoined” 

“Alright, ok. Thanks.” and then he hung up. 

“So..” he sighed, “They can’t get another room because they’re completely booked. Someone must’ve recognized the limo and lots of fans immediately bought up all the rooms in hopes of seeing me.”

“It’s alright Zen! I can ask to switch with your agent or something!!” 

“NO!” Zen said a little too loudly. “No. Um, look it would be bad because he’s a man.” 

“Your a dude, too, Zen.” 

“I-- yeah, but that’s different because I’m a guy you can trust.” 

“True..”

“So I’ll sleep on the couch, ‘kay?” 

“Zen, no! You need your beauty sleep to be ready for your performance tomorrow!!!” 

“It’s alright, really!”

“I’ll sleep on the couch!” 

“Like hell you will.” 

“Please :(”

“Y/N, seriously--” 

“Then how about this! You and I just sleep in the same bed!” 

Ever the dramatic soul, Zen gasped with his palm over his heart “How SCANDALOUS!” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Playboy?”

“Only for you, baby”, he winked. 

You stuttered, “T-that’s not funny! Seriously don’t make it weird you horn- dog!” 

He threw his head back in laughter, “Horn-dog?! I thought you said you trusted me!” 

“Not when you’re obviously thinking about doing this and that to me!!” 

“Doing this and tha---Hey! Who do you think I am?!”

There was suddenly a loud bang on the wall and a burly man shouted, “GO TO FUCKIN’ SLEEP YOU OBNOXIOUS, SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED LITTLE SHITS!”

You smirked, holding in a laugh saying, “Sounds like your fans are getting jealous.” 

Zen’s mouth dropped and you began laughing hysterically 

“T-that was like a 60 year old man!” 

“I’M 42 YOU LITTLE SHIT” 

You fell back on the bed, laughing louder 

Zen shouted back, “WELL EXCUSE ME, SEXY, 42 YEAR OLD MAN” 

There was silence before a harsh knock sounded at your door 

All Zen’s bravado disintegrated and he made a dash for the bed, whispering loudly for you to “Turn off the fuckin’ lights, turn off the fuckin’ lights!” 

You stifled more giggles rising up to your throat as you clicked off the light, making sure the room was locked, and climbed into bed

you breathed out your last laughs, sighing to yourself contentedly before noticing the close proximity you were to Zen 

You stared at each other for a long moment 

You leaned in closer 

Zen placed a palm on your cheek, gently cupping it

he softly whispered, “Can I kiss you?” 

You answered by harshly connecting your lips

The two of you feeding off each other’s oxygen as Zen bit your lip, causing you to gasp and open your mouth to make way for his tongue 

you whimpered, feeling faint from lack of oxygen

the two of you parted, out of breath 

Zen wanted to say something smooth like “I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

but instead he said “I’ve always wanted to do you.” 

He mentally smacked his head, blaming the lack of oxygen for his stupidity

But you smirked up at him coyly, replying, “Then why don’t you?” 

Um yeah rip your hotel neighbor he will literally hate both of you so much 

I had honestly SO MUCH FUN writing this!! Let me know if you want, like, a part two to this. I think I’d just be so fun lol

[tendouluvr]

aizawa calling you clingy - gn reader

- [attempt at] angst to fluff

- warnings: being called clingy, aizawa gets annoyed with reader and berates them, one use of the word ‘shit’

- wc: 1.9k

a/n: this wasnt......as sad as i wanted... i cant tell if im just not so good at writing angst or immune to it T_T

once again, not edited!

#! aizawa!!!! eee

#! hes a levelheaded man so arguments are rare

#! u both trust one another so theres no reason to have doubts in ur relationship

#! being his s/o, he tells u things thats not so easy to tell others over time, and you’re patient enough to let him take however much time he needs to let u in

#! however, years of keeping to himself most of the time doesnt just disappear even if you’re his s/o

#! so aizawa does have this tendency to close off and distance himself from u bc of his stress and insecurities

walking through the spacious halls of ua, you were headed towards your lovely boyfriend. aizawas been pretty busy lately with teaching his class, making sure no one is being left behind progress wise, doing his job as a pro-hero, and then spending his free time training with shinsou.

you knew showing up at school unexpectedly was something aizawa found irky, that’s why you made sure to tell him the night before that you would be coming during lunch time to bring him some yummy homemade food.

humming softly to yourself, you finally reached the door opening to class 1-A and walked in. the classroom was empty, but there at the front was no one other than mr. aizawa shouta. you quickly greeted him with a smile and he turned to look at you.

“what are you doing here?” he slowly asked with a look of confusion.

“i brought you some food! did you eat yet? i hope not, i made-,” you quickly stopped talking once you noticed the look he was giving you.

“why are you here? i already told you, you shouldnt be showing up without letting me know first. our relationship is quiet, if the students see they’ll get noisy and ask questions, i’ll get bombarded by my colleagues, and it’ll put you in danger if words get out. did anyone see you coming here? can you listen to me for once instead of continuing to always be near me? you’re so damn clingy and need to start thinking about the consequences your action will bring. i already ate, just go home before anything happens.”

your jaw dropped a little after hearing what he just said to you. did he not remember what you told him last night?

worst of all, you couldnt believe he just called you clingy. you just wanted to do something nice for him by making his favorite food hoping that it’ll relieve some of the stress thats been building up, but he just thought of you as clingy.

fine, if clingy is what you are then you’ll stop bothering him. you quickly whispered an apology, not sure if he could hear or not, and began making your way back home as fast as possible. the food you made for him was still tightly grasped in your hand.

due to the new dormitories, aizawa stays at ua majority of the time. he comes home to your shared apartment whenever he can to spend time with you. unfortunately, those time aren’t usually much because as soon as he’s free, he’s quick to do something else.

once you’ve made it home, you packed the food away and put it in the fridge. you felt your phone buzzing repeatedly, already guessing who it could possibly be, you took it out to see it was your boyfriend.

shou <3: im sorry

shou <3: honey, im so sorry. pls text me back when u can

shou <3: i know what i said hurted u, but i promise u i dont mean it. pls just call me or text me so we can talk about this

shou <3: i have to go back now. but i love u. so much.

staring at your screen, you contemplated texting him back.

letting out a sigh, you decided not to.

putting your phone to the side, you walked to the bedroom and changed out of your clothes into the comfy pjs you were wearing right before you left.

seeing that there was nothing for you to do other than wallow in your insecurities and let out a few tears, you got into bed and made yourself comfortable for an afternoon nap.

aizawa on the other hand was at school and distracted. his own words kept replaying over and over in his head and all he wants to do is smack himself a few times (after comforting u ofc).

his students could tell he was in a badder mood than usual so they collectively agreed to not worsen it (one particular student does not care. can u guess?). aizawa just wanted the day to pass so he can apologize to you directly and make it up with some cuddling.

despite being distracted with planning his apology and thinking about you, he was still teaching as he should and constantly telling his students to be quiet because he’s intimidating like that.

a few hours passed, the students are back in their dorms and some of the teachers are still in school finishing up some work. the hallways were empty and silent, and the weather outside was nice and calm - not too sunny with just the right amount of wind.

however, if you were to peek your head inside of class 1-A at the moment, the environment is an exact 180. aizawa is quickly trying to grade the remaining stack of papers he has on his desk so he can leave as soon as he can. there’s papers everywhere, he’s not so sure where the answer key went off to but to hell with the answer key. he just needs to go home.

his hair is messily tied up and his lips have probably been gnawed off by now. as soon as school ended, he got out his phone to see if you replied and sadly you didn’t. he doesn’t blame you though, considering all of the shit he said to you earlier. 

finally writing down the fat score in red pen onto the final paper, he gathers everything and put to the side of his desk and packed up his stuff. his stuff being his yellow sleeping bag and that’s it.

he went to his room first to clean himself up a bit, and then grabbed a taxi to go to your shared apartment. arriving at the front door, he takes out his copy of the key and entered.

first thing he noticed while entering and taking off his shoes was that the apartment was dark and quiet. he made his way to the kitchen first and turned on its lights to check the fridge. in the fridge laid the food you made for him earlier today. he took it out to start heating it up in the microwave then he walks away from the food and to your bedroom.

quietly opening the door, he poked his head in to see you laying on your side with your back facing the door. he assumed you were asleep and gently closed the door to not wake you up. he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. 

you, feeling the bed dip, slowly opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your boyfriend gingerly brushing his fingertips across your cheekbones. he notices that you’re awake and looks up to meet your eyes.

making eye contact with him, you quietly grunted and brought the blanket up to cover your face while turning your entire body to the other side to ignore him. aizawa sighed and brought his hand down to rest on your waist as he begins talking.

“yn... i know you’re.. mad at me for the things i said to you earlier, but i’m truly sorry. i know saying i didn’t mean it isn’t good enough for you to forgive me, but i want you to know i’m really really sorry. i’ve been so busy for the past few days, my head is all over the place, seeing you at school just got me overthinking and worried that i ended up saying things about you that’s not true at all. i love you so much, hun. you’re the best thing to happen to me. you don’t have to forgive me now, i understand if you want some space.”

it was silent for some time after he finished his apology. the echoing silence was slowly making aizawa worried that you’ll leave him, but he won’t tell you that. thinking that you wanted space, he lifted his shaky hand off of your waist and moved to get off of the bed when you suddenly grabbed onto his hand to keep him there.

“i...i told you the day before that i was going to be visiting you during lunch time. did you not remember? or even hear me tell you?”

aizawa situated himself back down onto the bed before replying. “if i’m being honest, i don’t really remember much of that day at all. my brain was occupied with work and rest, so i was practically drained by the end of the night. i’m sorry i took it out on you, it’s my fault for overworking when i know you’ve been trying to help.”

letting out a soft sigh, you turned your body back towards him. still holding onto his hand, you carefully slotted your fingers in between his and pulled him down to lay with you. he immediately found comfort in this and placed his head into your neck. you could feel his facial hair against your skin making you let out a quiet giggle.

“i love you. i know you have a habit to overwork since that’s all you did before we dated, but please shou, take care of yourself. im not talking physically, cuz you’re already so damn fine, but mentally. i hate seeing you bury yourself in work and training that it even makes me tired just watching you.”

he grumbled something against your neck - his usual reaction to you complimenting him - and held onto you tighter while putting light kisses on your collarbone.

“i know. i will. please bear with me, i know i’m a pain but i’ll always try to be my best for you. i’m never letting you go, love you too much for that.”

“hmm? who said i’m going? you’re stuck with me forever just so you know,” you laughed and patted his head before rising from the bed.

“i heard you heating up the food earlier. get up and come eat,” you tugged aizawa to get him off the bed.

he grumbled once again because he was being forced to leave the warm comfort of your shared bed, but followed you out anyway holding onto your hand.

“wait. you heard me entering? so you were pretending to sleep when i got here?! not funny, babe. not funny. -also don’t take sleep for granted. i did and look where that got me. stop laughing!”

bonus:

it was the next day and aizawa just finished passing out the grades he rushed grading yesterday. even though it was rushed, he was confident that there wasn’t any mistakes-

“aizawa sensei, you marked this question wrong when it’s right. this one too. and this other one on the last page. are you trying to fail me?!” denki dramatically wailed as he showed aizawa his papers.

guess he did make mistakes after all.