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jkbabiey · 1 year

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Rock Bottom | PJM

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, angst, fluff, smut, establishedrelationship!AU, marriage! AU

⇢ Synopsis: When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?

⇢ Song Rec: Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld, Teach Me by Kyle Dion, Sorry by Heize, Home by Ailee and Yoon Mirae, Tide by Woodz, Pride and Prejudice by ZICO and Suran, Want You Back by 5SOS

⇢ Word Count: ~4.7K

⇢ Warnings: brat OC, anger issues in here, this is honestly a sad angsty au, workaholic Jimin, frustrated OC and frustrated Jimin, unprotected sex, Jimin doesn't care about sleep, OC may be lacking some self-respect but Jimin will fix that for her

⇢ Authors note: After a long time without writing, I'm back. I loved writing this. It was supposed to be a Jungkook one-shot like always, but then I realized that it fits Jimin's vibe so much better. So I decided to change it up :)) Really like how it turned out tho. Enjoy <3

You loved Jimin with all your heart.

You loved him more than you had ever loved anyone else. Five years into your marriage and he still erupted the most euphoric butterflies in your stomach. A thousand of them. Everything from his voice, to the way he snored softly when he slept, to the way he looked at you... You loved him.

Your life with Jimin felt like a fairytale. Always had. You married in a botanic garden after 4 years of secret dating, with all his and your family and friends by your side. You bought a house together right after, figuring the one you had been living in until then wasn't big enough for a future family, and have been living in it together for four years now.

Tonight was the fourth anniversary of your marriage. Four years since Jimin officially became yours and you became his.

So you had asked your boss to leave work earlier today and rushed home, at 5 PM, to prepare Jimin's favorite dish. You also bought vanilla-scented candles and an extra pretty table towel on the way home. You texted Jimin a quick 'can u be home by 9?' and got a 'yup, I'll be there' back. You were sure Jimin didn't remember what today meant - but you didn't blame him and didn't even have the strength to get mad at him. He was a busy man and you knew his work required his full attention. Most of the time, you stood in second place in his priorities. And, surprisingly, after four years of dating him and another four of being married to him, you had gotten used to that.

You took a shower after the food was ready and the table set, at 7:55 PM, and put on the prettiest, sexiest lacy black lingerie you owned - the one you knew Jimin loved. You squeezed into the tightest black dress you saw after searching your walk-in closet, and the prettiest high heels. You let your hair natural and loose like you knew Jimin liked and did your make-up - red lips and a pointed eyeliner. You looked amazing.

All for Jimin.

At 9 PM you headed downstairs and sat down patiently at the dinner table, after lighting the candles. At 9:30 PM you texted Jimin a 'u coming?' and at 10 PM you still had no answer. At 11 PM, you looked out the window, searching for his black shiny car and at midnight you were blowing out the candles that were almost completely melted at this point. You headed upstairs, finally losing all hope that Jimin would still show up to have an anniversary dinner with you, his wife, because, after all, it wasn't your birthday anymore. You hadn't seen your husband at all throughout the whole day, since he had chosen to sleep in the dorms the prior night - always the busy man.

At 2 AM Jimin wasn't home yet and you weren't asleep, because you had started to worry. What if something had happened? Jimin would call if he noticed he wouldn't be able to make it home at 9, right? So at 2:20 AM, when Jimin got to his car to head home and turned on his phone, after turning it off to focus on his work, he noticed the 14 missed calls and 9 worried text messages. All from you.

At 2:35 AM you heard the bedroom door open and you sighted in relief watching Jimin coming through it, from your seating position in your bed, under the covers. You didn't say a word, noticing Jimin's late realization of the compromise he had missed - if you hadn't left the table set in the dining room, you're pretty sure he probably wouldn't be aware of it yet. You laid down, ripping your disappointed gaze from his, with your back against him.

"Baby..." you heard him mutter and closed your eyes "I'm sorry I forgot, I didn't know you had prepared dinner for us-"

"Don't talk Jimin," you interrupted, knowing there was no way that Jimin would be able to make you feel better or make himself feel better right that moment. Hot-headed Y/N wasn't cool to talk to. "Let me sleep."

Jimin didn't say a thing. You heard the ruffling of his clothes being thrown to the armchair inside your walk-in closet. His steps towards the bathroom sounded heavy and slow - tired.

You knew Jimin was tired. He had been having full days of practice, producing and recording, for the new album. You did understand how he could forget the dinner, but the fact that he did forget just reminded you how you'd never be at the top of his mind, like he was at the top of yours, all the time. And, no matter how you tried to push it to the side, it still hurt.

Jimin, on the other side of the door that separated you guys' bathroom and bedroom, couldn't feel worse for leaving you waiting after seeing the pretty dress you had worn for him thrown across the bathroom bench and your heels neatly placed on the tiled floor, next to the door. When he got back inside the bedroom, he heard the quiet sobs you were trying to hide from him, your shaking back facing his side of the bed, and your shiny hair laid out on the bed, on top of his pillow.

Jimin felt bad, but he couldn't understand why you'd be so upset over a missed dinner. He knew you had gotten dressed up and had cooked for him - but you could have dinner tomorrow or eat the food you had prepared and that he knew was delicious by lunch.

Your anniversary was the furthest thing from his mind.

"Y/N, can we talk?". When you didn't answer, he placed a gentle hand on your exposed shoulder, turning your body towards him. "I know you're not asleep, baby."

"Leave me alone," you cried, turning around abruptly to get rid of Jimin's hand, which was now rubbing your arm. Jimin's heart clenched when your eyes finally rested on his and he saw the pain behind your teary gaze.

"I'm sorry," Jimin whispered, not bothering your aggressiveness and still resting his hand on your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. "We can have lunch tomorrow, or you can put on your dress and heels and I'll take you to an expensive restaurant," he laughed lightly watching you roll your eyes at him.

"I wanted to have dinner tonight, Jimin," you whined, trying to wipe your tears away. Jimin laid down next to you, evolving your waist in his strong arms and pulling your body closer to his, now face-to-face. He kissed the tip of your nose and your tear-stained cheeks, smiling at how adorable you looked to him with pouted lips and wet lashes.

"Why's that? Tomorrow the weather is gonna be better than tonight, tonight is cold. I can take you out tomorrow and you won't be cold in that dress," he joked while your lips parted in realization. He still hadn't remembered what today had been.

You knew Jimin had forgotten what day today was. But you thought that seeing the dinner laid out on the dinner table had reminded him that tonight was your fourth anniversary. He couldn't really think you'd prepare such a fancy dinner just for fun, right? "Are you kidding me?" you asked, your gaze regaining the anger it had lost shortly. The panic was back in your husband's eyes and he didn't know what was wrong now. "Do you even know what today is?"

"Wha-"

"Jimin, today was the 6th of April. Do you know what that means?" you asked and when Jimin's eyes wandered around the space behind you, looking for an answer, you grabbed his arm and lifted it off your waist, getting up from your bed.

Not only had Jimin forgotten your birthday, but he was also completely unaware of what the 6th of April was supposed to mean like it wasn't the day he had gotten married to you - what did that say about him? what did it say about what you meant to him? and above all that, what did it say about your relationship?

"Y/N, calm down. I'm sorry. I don-don't... I can't remember," he said, his tone getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed his temples, trying his best so that something would come to his mind. Nothing.

"Oh my god, Jimin," you laughed ironically, covering your face with both your hands, as tears started forming in your eyes once again. "You really don't know what happened on the 6th of April?"

Jimin didn't answer, looking at you with confused eyes. "Why am I not surprised?" you chortled, almost sounding mean to Jimin. "This is what always happens! You're always too busy. Too busy with work. Too busy to take care of yourself! Too busy to take care of me! Too busy to even think of me-"

"That's not true, I'm always thinking of you-"

"Oh! Is that why you missed our fucking fourth birthday dinner tonight?" you screamed, interrupting him and watching his eyes get wide and his lips part. "You are way too busy, Jimin. You don't have time for anything other than work," you whispered as he stood up from bed to stand closer to you.

"I'm s-so sorry," he whispered. "I totally forgot..."

"I know, that's the problem, Jimin! You are the love of my life and you are my priority, always."

"Y/N, please-"

"Let me talk." you raised your hand to stop him and he did just that, pressing his lips together in a straight line and resting both his hands on his hips. "What I'm saying is, I'm never gonna be your priority-"

"Y/N, you are my priority!" he couldn't help but burst that out, running a frustrated hand through his messy dark blonde hair. He sighed, looking at you as your disappointed eyes bored into his tired ones. "I work a lot. I'm rarely home. There are days we don't even see each other. But I work so that I can support a future with you. A future with kids. A future where I can keep buying your fancy dresses and taking you to expensive restaurants-"

"You could buy me the fanciest dress in the world and it wouldn't matter a thing if you still showed up at home at three in the fucking morning." you interrupted, your voice sounding even angrier than it was before. "Jimin, I couldn't care less about that shit. I didn't marry you for your money. I don't care about fancy dresses or expensive restaurants. I lived without those things before meeting you, and I can live without them now!" you exclaimed and Jimin lowered his head, looking at the floor. "I married you because I love you. You! Not your money!"

"I know that-"

"It doesn't seem like you do. When was the last time we had a meal together? When was the last time you took me out on a date? And I'm not asking you to take me to a fucking expensive restaurant, I'm asking for a stroll in the park! Or maybe a picnic! I'm just asking for you to take me to go eat fucking ice cream or some shit!" you paused, taking a deep breath as Jimin sat back in your shared bed, looking down and fidgeting with his fingers. "When was the last time you touched me? We don't even have sex anymore, for God's sake!" Jimin poked the inside of his cheek at that and let out an entertained chuckle. "Really? Is that funny to you?" You asked, angry as ever, and Jimin looked up at you.

"Can you stop yelling?" he asked with the calmest voice you'd ever heard coming from him as he stood up once again to stand right in front of you, with his face inches away from yours. "Y/N, if what you wanted was sex, you could've just said that." he spat out, anger and annoyance filling his voice tone.

Instinct spoke louder than you as you raised a hand as if about to slap him, but Jimin was faster than you, grabbing your forearm to prevent you from doing something you surely would regret later. "Don't go there," he said sternly, with a grave deep voice.

You looked at him angrier than he had ever seen you, with a clenched jaw and fisted hands. You shook your arm, letting Jimin's hand fall, and ran your fingers through your wild hair. "Fuck you," you whispered before walking out of the bedroom. You walked towards the kitchen. Not even five minutes after you left the room, heavy footsteps could be heard throughout the walls. Until you felt his presence by the kitchen door even though you had your back to him.

“Do you think I stay at work this late because I want to? Don’t you think I’d much rather be home having dinner with you by 9?” he asked, his tone angry but still calm and collected. “It’s my work! I have no choice whether I want to do it or not-“

“Jimin, leaving work earlier one day wouldn’t be the end of your career, I’m telling you,” you mocked sarcastically and could feel Jimin rolling his eyes, even without facing him.

“I’m sorry I missed dinner, but it’s not like I was out partying with the boys. I was working. I’ve been working since 7 AM. I was supposed to go sleep in the dorms so I wouldn't have to wake up even earlier tomorrow, but I still came home, because you asked me to. The last thing I need is for you to spend the night mad at me” he sighed when you finally turned around, to show him that his speech hadn't had that much of an effect. You were still mad. Very mad.

“You came home because ‘I asked you',” you mimicked, “not because you wanted to see me after not seeing me for two whole days?”

“Oh my fucking god” Jimin growled and looked up at the ceiling before running both his hands through his hair.

“And so what? You’re tired! But am I supposed to just shut up and don't be mad when you forget our marriage's fourth anniversary? I'm sorry for expressing my feelings-"

"Can't we just have dinner tomorrow?" he interrupted. The annoyance back to his voice.

"Jimin, go to sleep." You finished, leaning against the balcony behind you and looking down at the floor.

"No! What the fuck do you want me to do now? I already said I'm sorry! What do you fucking want now?!" it was his turn to yell now. The anger of expecting to come home to a warm bed and coming home to an angry wife was finally getting to him. "I come home absolutely exhausted and you still manage to keep me up and yelling, like I had the easiest day of my life! Stop being so selfish, for fuck's sake!"

You looked up at that and felt your eyes tearing up once again. You stood up straight and walked past him, towards the bedroom. You grabbed your pillow and a warm blanket. "What are you doing, Y/N? Jimin asked, and you wouldn't deny the tiredness was already showing in his voice. "Go to sleep, I'll stay on the couch."

"Stop, Y/N, please," he muttered and you turned to face him.

"Jimin, I don't want you to do anything. I get it, you were working and you're sorry. I know you're sorry. But my point is, how many times are you gonna keep saying sorry? Because I don't know for how much longer I'll be okay with being left behind for your career."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I don't know whether I can stay in this marriage if I keep being forgotten like this," you shrugged with teary eyes and watched Jimin tilting his head to the side while the anger in his eyes subsided. His eyes quickly got teary and he held up his hand to grab at your right arm, trying to prevent you from leaving the bedroom you two shared.

You shook your arm from his grip and turned your back on him, walking out of the bedroom and closing the door behind you.

And no, it wasn't okay with you to go to sleep angry at him. You weren't that type of couple. You worked things out before going to bed. But you knew how tired he was. He was supposed to wake up at 5:30 AM the morning after and you were supposed to wake up just an hour after him. You knew that if you kept fighting, neither of you would get any sleep. You and Jimin were two people with strong personalities and whenever you two fought over something it did not end up quickly. Besides that, you two had never fought like this. Had never had an argument that caused either of you to question the worth of your marriage. This was your rock bottom.

But you hated that you weren't sleeping in your bed, in your husband's arms. And it was impossible to fall asleep, no matter how careful you and Jimin had been to choose the most comfortable couch in the store when you bought your house. No matter the position or how many times you turned - you couldn't fall asleep.

It was 4 AM when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

You felt Jimin coming closer to your frame on the couch and kneeling down next to it. "You're sleeping?" he whispered and you mumbled a tiny 'no'.

"Can I sleep in here?" he asked and you made space on the couch for him to slip under the blanket with you, which he did quickly. He enveloped your waist in his strong arms and buried his face in the crook of your neck as if nothing had just happened. "Please, don't leave me," he whispered against the skin of your neck. You stayed quiet, just taking your hands to envelope his neck and pull him closer. "I don't think I can make it without you. I've been awake the past hour trying to find a way to stay less time at work and more time with you, but I can't find one. I don't think there's any way to solve this."

It was completely dark in the living room, and that just made this feel much more intimate than it was supposed to. "But I love you," he whispered again. "I love you too," you answered and felt a light kiss on your neck.

"I'm sorry for not being able to give you the life you deserve. I promise you that one day all this activity in my career will calm down and I'll be able to give you everything you deserve, but for now I can't fix anything we're going through. But we can fight for this, okay? We can keep up with my schedule and with yours. We can keep coming home to a warm bed. We can keep building a future for us both and for our future family. We can keep fighting every time there's something wrong, without really getting to solve anything. If you're up for it, I'll gladly stay up until 4 AM, if it means we can be alright in the end. But please, don't leave me. I love you. I've never loved anyone as much as I love you. And you're not behind my career. You're always at the top of my mind, but work is work. And when I'm working with the boys I can't just bail on them and let them work alone. I really hope you understand that."

And by now, you were already washed in tears. Jimin could feel your wet tears on his neck. "I'm sorry, baby," you cried and Jimin lifted his face from your neck, to look you in the eyes. Even with the almost absolute darkness of the room, he could still figure out your beautiful features.

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I understand why you'd be mad at me-"

"No, I'm sorry, I should have been more understanding, or at least wait until you were well-rested. I'm sorry for making you fight with me for like half an hour. And I'm sorry for trying to slap you, I don't know what that was..."

"I love you. I don't care how bad we fight, I still love you. I always will," he whispered as his face got closer to yours. You could feel his light breath on your lips. "And I was being a jerk when that happened so you're fine."

"I love you too," you answered as you let out a soft giggle, to which Jimin smiled. You raised your head from the pillow, to softly press your lips against Jimin's to seal your reconciliation. His pillowy lips moved softly against yours, as he put one hand on the back of your head, to deepen the kiss. You heard him moaning against your lips as his other hands moved from your waist to your ass. "You should get some rest babe," you said, pulling away from him.

"No, let me make you feel good," he whimpered as his lips were redirected at your neck, sucking your skin and leaving love bites on his way, as his hands moved towards the hem of his your t-shirt, taking it off in a heartbeat and throwing it to the floor, next to the sofa.

You moaned as he pressed his thigh to the middle of your legs, urging him to go faster. His t-shirt and sweatpants quickly joined your oversized t-shirt on the floor, and soon he was panting against you as you raised your hips to create some friction between your crotches.

Jimin reached down, palming your still-covered pussy, with his whole palm. "How are you so wet?" he asked as you moaned and slightly trusted your hips up against his hand. "How are you so hard?" you asked back, teasing him as his hard length pressed against your thigh. You heard Jimin chuckle and felt him pushing your panties to the side, and running two of his fingers through your slit.

"You have such a smart mouth don't you?" he asked ironically, shoving his, now, soaked fingers inside your mouth. Your lips, quickly wrapped around his long fingers, sucking on them. He reached down with his other hand, to plunge two fingers inside your pussy. You moaned against his hand, which he quickly retracted from your mouth, just to press his lips against yours once again. He started fingering you, making scissor motions inside of you to try and prepare you for him. "How are you always so tight?" he groaned after you pulled away from the kiss to let out a series of moans from how good his fingers felt inside of you.

"After you not fucking me for so long, I'd be surprised if I wasn't," you teased once again, chuckling and Jimin rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"You're so annoying, baby," he answered, starting to finger you faster as you threw your head back on the couch, giving him enough space to suck the skin of your neck as if he hadn't marked you enough earlier. "Do you think you're ready for me?"

"Yes, baby, please. I want you inside me, please," you mewled and Jimin moaned hearing your cries of pleasure so close to his ear, after so long.

And in a second he roughly shoved his entire length inside of you, as you both let out loud groans of pleasure. Having Jimin inside you never failed to blow your mind. Everything from his length to his girth felt overwhelming. And you loved it. Sex with Jimin felt better than with any other man you had been with before - firstly because Jimin knew what he was doing, and second because you had never been in love with someone as much as you are with Jimin.

Patience had never been your forte, and it showed when Jimin decided to stay still to let you get used to him, but you rose your hips urging him to keep going. It did burn but you liked the slight pain of having Jimin inside you. So he kept going, first slowly, but he quickly grew as impatient as you and started to pick up his pace. Until his hips were crashing against yours, with one of his hands grabbing your waist to stabilize you two. One of his forearms was supporting Jimin's body, next to your head. You reached forward to press your lips to Jimin's in a heated kiss. You two moaned and growled against each other lips, as your hips started to thrust upwards against Jimin's and soon enough you were both in a frenzy on the couch.

Jimin moved one of his hands from your waist to your cheek, softly caressing it. “Baby, are you close?” he moaned loudly. “Hum? I can’t last much longer- Ah… Baby, you feel so good around me.”

“I’m so close baby, just keep going. Please, just a little more… Please,” you moaned and Jimin stopped his movements for a couple seconds after hearing you pleading for him. He knew that he was way too close and you weren’t helping. You begging for him had always been one of his biggest weaknesses.

“Anything for you,” and just like that, his hops were back at it, full speed and thrusting with a strength you hadn’t felt before.

Jimin's and your loud moans were a clear indication of how close you both were. And when you enveloped both your arms around Jimin's thick neck and he thrust himself inside you one last time, before falling on top of you, you came together. Your insides milked him as he kept thrusting his hips softly against yours.

"I love you," you heard him sigh, breathless, against your neck.

"I love yo-"

Beep. Beep. Beep.

5:30 AM. It was Jimin's time to get up and you looked at him as he reached for his phone, on top of the coffee table. "That's my cue," he chuckled, still breathless. And you looked at him in pity.

"You didn't even get to sleep, baby."

"You gave me enough oxytocin to last the whole day. Also, it's not the first time I stay up the whole night. You try to get some sleep, you still have some time," he whispered, still trying to leave your warm embrace.

"Can't you ask the boys to meet up like an hour later or so?" you asked, tightening your arms around his neck, so he wouldn't be able to leave.

"No... Hoseok would kill me," Jimin answered, smiling at your attempt to keep him close.

"If you faint, I will kill you."

"If I faint, I will blame it on you, you sex-starved woman! Always tiring me out!" he laughed against your neck and you slapped his strong shoulder. He raised his head, pressing a soft and long kiss against your lips. "I'll go get ready. Bye baby, see you tonight."

You didn't answer, just resting your head on the soft pillow, already starting to drift off to sleep, just before hearing Jimin scream from the main door.

"Be ready at 8:30! And think where you want to go get dinner."

Jimin wasn't home at 8:30 that night.

He arrived at 10:25 PM, but as you looked into his tired and apologetic eyes, when he stepped inside your house, with flowers in one hand and a bag of KFC takeaway in the other, you knew that no matter how many times Jimin said 'i'm sorry', he'd always mean it. And that was what truly mattered because for as long as he meant it, you knew he loved you. And you loved him.

#oneshot #jimin #park jimin #drabble #fanfic #jimin fanfic #idol!jimin #idol!au #established relationship #establishedrelationship!au #marriage!au #married!jimin #married!oc #jimin fluff #jimin angst #jimin smut #park jimin x reader #park jimin x y/n

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emotionallyunstableduck · 8 months

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Sweet Slumber

Pairings: Geto Suguru x Reader

Warnings: angst with no comfort.

Summary: Geto was your light at the end of the tunnel. Unfortunately, it ran out of fuel way too soon.

a/n: God, I choked up towards the end. Something about suguru's downfall deeply resonates with me, and i can't help but cry about it on a weekly basis.

When you first met your senior Geto Suguru, all you could think about was how your world seemed to stop. To say his sharp features were ethereal would be an understatement.

When Y/N Y/L/N first arrived at jujutsu tech, she didn't know what she would tangle herself into.

"Good morning I am Yu Haibara" the dark haired kid greeted you cheerfully which you politely returned. "I'm so excited to have another first year" Yu continued "we have another classmate. His name is Nanami Kento. He is on the grumpier side but I just know we will be a great trio". His contagious smile is doing wonders on you right now. Both you and Yu went to your classroom where you noticed the lanky blonde who you noted to be Nanami. The two of you indulge Yu in a conversation as your teacher entered along with three other students.

That is when you saw him in all his glory. The love your life, The cause of your death.

Soon they introduced themselves and so did you people. The white haired loud one was Gojo Satoru and His raven haired friend, the object of your immediate attraction Geto Suguru and The short haired brunette Shoko Ieiri whom you could see yourself hanging out with. The day melted away with your seniors' shenanigans and nanami's irritable attitude doubling over gojo.

That night you tried to shake your head as thoughts of your senior filled your head and it seems it wasn't exactly one sided.

Over the next 3 months your life flourished along with your ever blooming crush on Geto Suguru. The small talk and fleeting eye contact soon became midnight snack run meetings and lasting touches.

You cannot exactly pinpoint when and how you started dating. Gradually you were inseparable. You were each other's safe space for Suguru taught you what soulmates meant. Hand holding to kissing to getting lost together under your sheets, it was blissful. Beautiful. A dream.

But alas dreams sometimes morph into nightmares.

Suguru and Satoru were assigned a mission to protect the star plasma vessel. The mission went as horrible as one could think. That day Geto suguru lost a lot more than the life of Riko Amanai. He lost his way. What followed was a series of events that lead to the darkest day of your life.

Suguru looked dull. His warm smile felt empty and almost like a charade. "Sugu you are really worrying me". As you watched your beloved boyfriend slowly destroy himself, all you could do was mourne not even knowing what it is you were mourning. The rock bottom soon dug itself deeper when you and your classmates were assigned what seemed like a simple kill and come mission but oh god was that not the case.

Geto's pain multiplied the moment he lost his junior to death and his girlfriend to a coma.

The negative emotions spiraled. Losing his true north took a toll on him in ways more than one. He prayed he begged he screamed he shouted. "why" he thought. These emotions birthed clarity. Clarity that was against everything he stood for.

Soon all he was was hate.

The day you regained consciousness was a few days too late. The man you loved was no longer a man but a ravenous murderer out for revenge.

When Shoko updated you on the current situation, you thought it was bullshit. Of course you did. How could Geto Suguru ever be anything bad in your eyes.

The silent night that followed, you found yourself near the little creek at the edge of your school grounds. A place you hold dear. A place where you shared your first kiss with suguru.

"beautiful night huh" you turn around to face the owner of the familier night. "sugu" Your voice cracks "i knew they were lying". She approached the raven haired man with desparacy. "I'm glad you came. lets clear out this misunderstanding and-and we can go back to normal". The tears were barely holding as you clutch onto suguru.

"whoever said it's a misunderstanding dear". All it took to break the lie you were telling yourself. "WHY" you sobbed.

"I'm doing the jujutsu world a favour darling" he spoke. Not a slight intonation of guilt in his words. "I thought I'd take you with me. We'd reform this society together" his hands caressed your cheek "but". What followed was the most agonizing moment of your life. The man you saw your entire life with just lodged a dagger through your heart both literally and metaphorically "you remind me of my humanity".

He kissed you one last time before he laid you down on the soft grass. As he stared at your lifeless body, he knew he would never know peace.

a/n: I really want to get back to writing more often cause it is genuinely nice. Hopefully, I'll get more time from now on

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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heyy could you write maybe about the reader not going to sleep and gavi forces (like a little stern and stuff) them to go to sleep ??

"Have you still not showered!? Amor it's almost midnight and you need to rest!" Pablo came back after throwing out the trash and you were still in front of your computer frantically trying to finish your essay that wasn't even due until the end of the week.

"Mhm.." was all you answered not really paying attention to his words since you were almost ready to start writing your conclusion paragraph.

Suddenly, Pablo closed your lap top and you were looking at him with a shocked face. Thankfully you always work in Google Drive so everything stays saved, but you were angry he just wouldn't let you finish this tonight if you wanted to do it!

"Pablo!" you whine but he was taking away your lap top plugging it in before coming back to where you were sitting in the dining room.

"Don't Pablo me! Come on, time to go to bed nena!" he said reaching out for my hand helping me get up from the chair and I still felt tempted to finish the very last paragraph.

"I have one more paragraph to do...and then I'll.." he would even let you finish that sentence as he was already tossing you over his shoulder smacking your ass while walking towards your bathroom.

"You are being so bratty tonight! What am I going to do with you nena? Huh?" he said after placing you down and turning on the shower.

"Let me do what I want?" you said smartly knowing that's never going to happen and Pablo turned towards you with his infamous smirk.

"Now that's not something I usually do princesa..come on now, arms up!" he said and you rolled your eyes knowing that would annoy him but still doing as he asked as he took off your clothes piece by piece and opened the door for you to step into the shower.

When you came out seeing your lap top plugged in on the sofa and no Pablo in sight, you quickly got dressed and walked towards it only to be interrupted by Pablo's coughs.

"Yeah, good try..get your perky ass to bed right now nena..or I'm gonna make it red!" Pablo said making your cheeks blush and you knew he would do such thing if you pushed him too far.

"I made you some camomile tea to help you relax and get some sleep" he said placing the cup on your nightstand and you smiled at his kind gesture.

When he got into his own pajamas (boxers and old Barça t-shirt), he joined you in bed smiling when he saw you sipping on your tea already yawning a few times.

When you finished the tea, you felt so sleepy that you could fall asleep sitting up. All the exhausting from the day finally set in and you were moving closer to Pablo out of instinct wanting to be held before letting yourself go to the dreamland.

"There we go, put your head right there on my chest and get some rest..mi nena buena" Pablo praised moving his fingers through your hair gently while you nuzzled your face into his neck taking in his strong scent.

"Thank you for taking care of me amor..I needed some rest" you admit looking up at him and he smiled proudly nodding his head before leaning down and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.

"If only you would listen to me more often princesa.." he teased and you whined shaking your head before moving even closer tossing one of your legs aver both of his wanting desperately to play with his hair.

"Pablito??" you used the nickname whenever you really wanted something and he knew it very well.

"What does my princesa want now? Huh?" he said smiling down at you secretly admiring just how beautiful you looked in that moment with messy hair and tired eyes.

"Can I play with you hair please?" you say blushing a little and he smirked nodding his head while kissing the top of your nose playfully.

"It's all yours preciosa.." and those words were enough for your fingers to start massaging his scalp while you cuddled close to him and closed your eyes feeling safe, loved and ready to get some very needed rest <3

Hope you enjoyed the story anon :)

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Ok would you consider writing more for George?? (shamelessly on an Ali kick atm if you couldn’t tell, this is @bobbys-not-that-small). If I was in the LnCo universe I think I’d be a librarian with little or no talent because I’m too jumpy and scared to be an agent. I’d wanna be a librarian who sometimes bends the rules for the agents who stay really late researching by bringing them a cup of tea or a snack 😊

After Hours - George Karim x Reader

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

a/n: asjfhfjlfh thank youuu to @bobbys-not-that-small for helping me get out of my writing slump!! this palate cleanser was exactly what I needed <3 decided to try smth new with the presentation of my fics wooooo but am having issues with the keep reading divider so this might be a little inconvenient to scroll past :( alsoooo may have gotten a little carried away here hehehe woops

warnings/tropes: snippy George (is there rlly any other kind tho) needs his biscuits, mild angst, happy ending, slight enemies to almost-lovers, fluff!

word count: 2.7k

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Lockwood was standing over the kettle in the kitchen, half-asleep. Lockwood & Co.’s latest case was a bit more complex than they were used to, which meant that George needed a few extra days to properly research it. That meant that his and Lucy’s sleep schedule had started to settle down into one that was more typical - one where Lockwood was struggling to stifle his yawns in the middle of the night.

He hears some sounds coming from the hallway, and registers them half a second later. He picks up the nearest weapon he can find, a whisk, and tries to call out to the intruder, but his throat is so dry it’s more of a wheeze. The kitchen door inches open, and Lockwood poises to attack, before he pauses and squints at the figure in the doorway.

“George?”

George walks in, putting down his bag and jacket on one of the dining table chairs. “Thought you’d be asleep, Locky.”

“What’s this, a midnight stroll?”

“Sure.”

Lockwood blinked at the kitchen clock blearily. “It’s a hour to dawn.” As George shuffles about the kitchen, fixing his own cup of tea, a thought flits through his sleep-addled brain. “Hang on.” He opens his eyes even further, taking in how fully dressed George is, and starts putting two and two together. “Don’t tell me you’ve only just returned from the Archives.”

“Your hand’s in the milk jug. Again.”

Lockwood glances down and swears. George slips out of the kitchen with Lockwood's tea and biscuit, and he's just awake enough to notice.

“Hey, hey, it’s not your turn on the biscuit roster!”

But George was too content to care much about that. He had finally gotten a satisfactory day's worth of research which quelled the buzzing in his brain, if only for a couple of hours. As he settled into bed, his thoughts wandered to the librarian from earlier.

He had been so engrossed in his reading that he didn't notice anyone was standing over him until the sharp tap on his shoulder. When he did look up, he flinched terribly from the shock. In all fairness, she had been extremely apologetic.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to let you know that we're closing soon."

George slowly scanned the library, only just realising that the Archives had completely emptied. It was just the two of them and their voices echoing up to the high ceilings of the room. He half-formulated a response for a moment, but then realised this was his ideal situation, and turned back to his book.

There was another insistent tap on his shoulder and he glanced up to see a firmer set to the librarian's features.

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear enough just now. We're closed."

"Okay," he murmured, still half-absorbed in his book. She sighed exasperatedly.

"Look, Mr. ..." she trailed off, and George stared back at her unhelpfully. She spied his name scrawled at the top of his notes, which he was too slow to shift out of sight. "...Karim."

"You're good at reading upside down."

"Thank you, it's one of my many talents. Unfortunately, I'm afraid I still have to ask you to leave."

"What if I said you were really good at reading upside down?"

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Mr. Karim."

"Please, you don't need to address me by my surname." If the reddening of her face was any indication, he was right in guessing that he hadn't been able to snag his first name from the sheet.

"...I'm good, but not that good. My point, Mr. Karim, is that you have to leave."

He hummed noncommitally. She frowned. “Now you’re just being mean.”

George fought the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes.

“What can I say? You make it so easy.”

"I'll let you borrow an extra book."

"Hmm."

"Two extra books."

After that, they went around in circles for a while, before she stormed of. As the sun continued to set, she started switching off the lights. Even in the dark, he could feel her eyes burning into the back of his skull. He pulled out a few candles and lit them, just in time to illuminate her scowl as she irritatedly walked past him. She returned from her desk a moment later, her face stony.

"I'll ban you from the library if you don't leave right now."

"By all means." Her mouth shrivelled like she had just tasted something bitter, and he knew he had called her on her bluff.

"I'll revoke your borrowing privileges."

"Yes, because not letting me take books home is exactly how you'd get me to leave the library."

"I'll...I'll set the fantasy section visitor on you."

He didn't even look up from his book. "Give him my regards."

He paid dearly for his tongue-in-cheek a few minutes later, when he was smacked by a puff of icy mist, sudden enough to make him splutter with shock.

"Did-did you just...spritz me? Like a cat?"

"Yes. Now shoo."

He stared at the colourful mosaic of water droplets coating his lenses stubbornly. She wasn't about to get rid of him that easily.

"Actually, I quite liked that."

"You...liked that." She echoed him tonelessly.

He tried to muster up as much dignity as he could while feeling like his face was about to freeze off. "Mhm. Refreshing. Might go as far as to invite you to do it again."

She scoffed, slamming the spray bottle down in surrender.

"Fine. You win. But if you set anything on fire, so help me I will- hang on, I've got a lantern in here somewhere." With that, George watched her drift away distractedly, still mildly damp. He wondered how long he had to wait before asking for something to dry his glasses with.

For the next week, the librarian tolerated his odd hours, and George liked to think that she was coming around. She found out his first name from his library pass the next day, he found out how far he could push it with the late hours. Really, they were almost friends. He liked to think that especially after the night where he got hit in the face by something in a brown paper bag.

"Accidental pastry delivery," the librarian was saying, over the crinkle of the paper bag. "They wouldn't take it back and I've already stuffed myself the best I could."

George peered into the bag to see a deliciously flaky tart and a soft, powdered doughnut. He looked up to see her walking away, and was momentarily distracted by her odd shuffle. It took him a moment to realise she had a slight limp, as if she was carrying some dead weight. But when she returned, holding a tea tray and a viciously folded notebook, all thoughts about her limp flew out of his head. He wouldn't have thought to find such charmingly delicate fine china in a library, of all places.

"How much sugar do you take in your tea?" George blinked, still processing the pastries. She set a cup of tea in front of him, and he decided that it had just the right amount of sugar. She sat down opposite him and poured her own cup of tea, before scratching away at what he could now see was a crossword puzzle.

"Crosswords?"

She arched an eyebrow. "There's only so many books you can read in a day."

"Yes, but...crosswords?"

"You wouldn't believe how fun they are. For instance, right now I'm looking at a six-lettered word for 'nuisance.'"

That shut him up rather quickly. But over the next couple of nights, accident or otherwise, she always joined him for a cup of tea and a little treat once everyone else had cleared out.

And so a rhythm was established. On most nights, their limited conversation rarely strayed away from the tired topics that were which pastry he wanted, how late it was getting, and if he knew a five-letter word of only consonants for 'the immature form of an insect.' But he always wondered about her on the walk home, though he could never quite figure out how to ask. It was on a particularly uninteresting night that he got the answers to these half-formed questions.

He was doing his research, as usual, and she was sitting opposite him, pouring over a crossword puzzle, as usual, when he realised he needed a different volume. She barely stirred as he left the table, silently scratching away at the rough paper. Her stock still image lingered in his mind’s eye. There was something off about her today. She was a little more distracted than normal, and the abnormality unpleasantly reminded George of how little he knew about her. She was always just...there, hovering about, no matter how late it was. Didn't she have a family waiting up for her?

He returned to find her eyes fixed on his scribbled half-thoughts, as if intently deciphering his upside-down scrawls. She jerked back as he set the book down, eyes flitting nervously, almost guiltily.

"You took your time. Thought you got lost back there."

He opened his book with a deliberate slowness, as she fiddled with her pen. When he didn't respond, the forced cheeriness in her voice faded, as her eyes drifted back to his papers.

"Terribly exciting, isn't it? Being an agent."

"S'pose."

"I wanted to be one, when I was younger. Much younger."

The edge to her voice was subtle but unmistakable. He didn't like the way it grated unpleasantly against his ears.

"So how'd you end up here?"

"My talent never really blossomed. Good thing, too; I'd be all thumbs with a rapier anyway."

He frowned. "Hang on. How much can you see, exactly?"

"It's like...like a mist? Sometimes I miss them entirely."

"But you stay out so late past curfew."

"I know. I just try to walk home quickly enough. It's worked out so far."

George glanced at the flaky tart and the repulsively sugary, deep red jam glistening up at him, almost quivering in the flickering candlelight. His appetite was suddenly feeling a little funny.

"Nymph."

"Hm?"

"Five letters, no vowels. Nymph."

She glanced at her crossword, giving a small hum of approval. "So it is."

"But you already knew that."

"Did I?"

Her voice took on a mildly dispirited tone, but it was enough to signal her fading interest in the conversation. His prodding felt frustratingly futile - even now, there was so much of her shrouded in the shadows, shrouded in mystery. He didn't know what to do, or what to say, and he didn't like it. Suddenly, he wasn't sure how much he believed her, something she seemed to pick up on.

"Look, I'm too much of a live wire to be an agent. Can't we just leave it at that?"

"It’s getting late,” he said softly, and the words felt foreign on his tongue, for someone who never cared about the time. His voice sounded distant even to his own ears. But she had already returned to her crossword.

Days passed, and the awkward night was forgotten. They continued growing closer and getting more familiar with each other, if at a snail's pace. One night, she had used up the last teabag for George's tea and waved off his insisting that she have the tea, instead opting for a drink that looked suspiciously alcoholic.

As George expected, she was a little past tipsy by the time they were done, and he lingered behind worriedly as she fumbled to lock up. He walked with her a little further than he normally did, occasionally tipping her upright when she got too giggly.

"Where did you say you lived, again?" George tried to keep his tone nonchalant, hoping she wouldn't realise she never said it a first time. She vaguely pointed ahead, speaking thickly, but he couldn't quite decipher her slurred words. Rolling her eyes exasperatedly, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pressed her face flush against his as she repeated herself, gesturing wildly with her other arm.

"Two blocks down, then a left, walk another block, then a right, and it's the third door on your right. 51 South Street. There's honeysuckle all over the door, you can't miss it."

She tilted her head sideways, lips brushing his cheekbone. He didn't dare to breathe.

"I can take it from here. Don't think I'll be forgetting this in the morning."

She let go of him as smoothly as she hap clasped herself to him, walking ahead briskly with only minimal stumbling.

"Night, Georgie!" Yes, she must be quite well past tipsy. He watched her till she turned the corner, and almost reluctantly turned to walk home himself.

"Where's Y/N?"

George didn't mean to be impolite, but when there was a different librarian handing him his day pass the following week, he didn’t know how else to respond.

“Miss L/N’s called in sick this morning. But I’d be happy to help you with any of your Archives needs.”

The Archives felt frustratingly foreign that day. He hadn’t realised how comforting her lingering had been, to feel rather than see her wandering through the aisles just feet from him. The Archives’ closing was enough to chase him out a few hours later.

He started on the beaten path back to 35 Portland Row, before pausing. He turned, looking at the roads behind him, softly lit up by the fading rays of the setting sun. She couldn’t live that far. Just a block, or maybe two, then…was it a right?

Haltingly, he walked forward, looking this way and that amongst the tall houses which were all beginning to look worryingly identical. But she was right. 51 South Street did stick out with the heavily perfumed buttercup-yellow honeysuckle framing the door. That, and the girl smoking on the front steps of the house.

She glanced up from the gravel she was staring at as he drew closer, staring at him with cloudy eyes until she finally seemed to register him.

“…George! You’re - what? Did something happen?”

“You tell me.”

She fiddled with the ends of her hair with her free hand distractedly. “Oh. I’m alright. My leg was feeling a little bad in the morning, so I called in sick.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Didn’t take you for a smoker.”

“I’m not. It just helps with the pain.”

“For now. For an hour. You know it’s only making it worse in the long run.”

She either coughed or laughed, he couldn’t tell. He watched her breath smoke like sighs, in silence.

"I used to be an agent. And I wasn’t half bad at it, either. But I tripped up, once…lost half the nerves in my left leg. After the ghost touch, my Sight-” she pressed a hand to her eyelids, trembling for something grieved. “My Sight…it was never the same again. I tried to stay on for a while, but it was so difficult, and so painful for everyone…so I left. I couldn’t do anything with my hip connected to this…dead weight.” She tapped her cigarette experimentally, ash snowing over her shoe. “I’m dead weight, Karim.”

He wanted to comfort her, but he was never the comforting type.

“You miss it.”

“I do. I love the Archives, but…I feel like I’m part of everyone’s life, except for my own. I don’t feel like my own person. I felt so…alive as an agent. Like I’d burst into flames at any minute, as if I had that much more life which the visitors didn’t have.”

George knew the type. He lived with the type.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m glad you didn’t. Burst into flames, I mean.”

She half smiled into the palm she was resting her chin on. “Aww, Georgie.”

George coughed awkwardly, starting to drift away now that she was clearly feeling better. He recognised that teasing look on her face a little too well. “Okay, you’re alright now.”

“Did you oh so miss me today?”

“That’s enough out of you.”

“Not getting fond of me, are you Georgie?”

The back of his neck flamed red. She was definitely alright now.

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ange1princess · 2 years

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#𝑭𝑳𝑶𝒀𝑫: 𝑾𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀?

Summary: After over an year of being in a world that's not yours, you feel too attached and realise how you may not want to leave when the Headmaster tells you he's found a way to send you back, will you go? Or will someone convince you to stay?

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, not proofread, first time writing for twst (a warning in and of itself atp), uhm yeah that's all

Pairing: Floyd x Gn!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

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Did you really want to go back? After being here for a little over an year, you'd grown attached to everyone here. Your friends who could be troublesome but always ready to help, the dorm leaders who never let you feel left out, inviting you to meetings as a dorm leader after a while.

But most importantly, Floyd and how he never let your days be boring, always up to something or the other, dragging you by your arm as you acted annoyed, complaining about how you should be in class right now and how Professor Crewel is *not* kind if too many of his classes have been missed, but he just giggled maniacally and said he would make it worth your time, and everytime he did. Even on the days that his mood wasn't the best, you were able to pull him out of his wallowing.

So imagine your disdain when Crowley knocked at the, now mostly fixed door of the Ramshackle Dorm a little after midnight.

"Hello there, ______!" He said in his cheery voice as he pushed his way into the lounge. "I apologise for the inconvenience this late at night, I hope I didn't ruin your rest however, being the kind and generous Headmage that I am, I have found the way to send you home!" His voice echoed and bounced off of the dilapidated walls. He waited for your reaction but it never came. Did you really want to go back? Especially when you think you have found family here in a way you don't think you'd be able to back home. This world was like a dream, magic, mystique, adventures, all that you used to escape from what used to be your "normal" or in other words your old world seemed like it was painted in shades of grey now that you had discovered what life could be like; exciting and enjoyable every step of the way.

Crowley took your silence as a good thing, maybe you're surprised, maybe the overwhelming happiness you feel is unparalleled right now which has sent you into a stunned silence, maybe you're thinking about how to thank the Headmage properly for his generosity, he smiled at the last possibility.

"Uhm... thank... you?" You said, your voice uncertain and unsure, you don't belong here anyways, maybe going back is the best option for you and everyone around you, a dream like this can't last forever.

"You don't seem too sure dear," Crowley said, breaking your train of thought. "Maybe you need some time to think about it, say the word and you'll be back to your world," he said as he started walking towards the door. "But remember, you only have 3 days. Have a good night _____" he said as he exited, leaving you alone with what to do.

The next morning, Ace and Duece were as loud as ever, as Grim boasted about how well he's doing in all the classes, they didn't seem to notice your distant behaviour, and if they did, they didn't think much of it. Throughout the conversation all you did was give small half-hearted smiles to indicate you're still listening even if you weren't.

The day went on normally, or well, as normally as it could, no one really noticed or commented on your behaviour, but people did notice how distracted you were when you accidentally poured mermaids tears instead of lavender extract, almost causing an explosion as Crewel lectured you about being more careful and paying more attention.

You left the class feeling tired and confused, "what do I do?" You mused, not really paying attention to where you were going you bumped into what felt like a wall, but it was just Floyds back.

"Shrimpyyyyy! I've been looking for you all over, you're not trying to hide from me are you?~" he said, the teasing lilt ever-present in his voice. You couldn't help but let out a genuine giggle as he hugged you tightly, you loved when he was in a clingy mood, wanting to be there with him every second of every day. A slow warmth filled the pit of your stomach, eradicating the despair you felt earlier, time was running out and you had to make a decision.

"Floyd I can't breathe," you choke out as his grip got tighter, he let you go after a while as you take deep breaths to fill your lungs.

"Uhm Floyd? Can I ask you something?" Your voice got softer than it usually is, sensing the change in your behaviour, Floyds hand flew up to the right side of your face as he bent down a little, caressing your cheek with his thumb, the soft material of his glove making you nuzzle into his hand, he said, "Is something wrong my little shrimp?" All signs of teasing now gone he was genuinely concerned.

"Not here," you said as you grabbed his hand and started walking towards Ramshackle Dorm, he followed wordlessly, the warmth of your hand making him hold it a little tighter.

"The Headmage has found a way to send me back," you said as the two of you sat on the couch, "Oh! That's great news shrimpy congratulationssss~" he said his joy evident on his face, isn't this what you wanted all along, he thought as he saw the sadness in your eyes.

"I don't want to go back..." you whispered, your voice barely audible but Floyd hears them loud and clear, scooting closer to you he put his hand under your chin turning it to face him, "Then don't," he says, you can feel his warm breath, making you learn closer, his eyes hypnotising you as you get lost in them.

"_____??!!" you'd forgotten to close the door to the dorm and there stood Ace and Duece looking angry as they rushed forward to push you and Floyd away from each other, but before they could, you tell them that he's not going to do anything to which Floyd laughs, winking at them in hopes of riling them up more.

"What are you even doing here?" you say exasperatedly, "We couldn't find you anywhere and you already missed class once, we were worried," Ace replied, slightly pouting and glaring at Floyds arm that rests around your shoulder.

"I'm not feeling too well, but you guys should go, you can't afford to miss any classes or else Riddle will be very mad at you," you say as an attempt to usher them out as quickly as possible, Floyd gives them a little wave as they leave, a lopsided grin on his face as he relaxed into the cushions of the couch.

He held on to your wrist as you got closer and pulled you on top of him as you straddled him. "As I was saying shrimpy, don't go~ I don't think I want you to leave either," He said, his vice low and soothing, muffled only because his head was in the crook of your neck holding you close.

You pulled back slightly, your hands on his shoulders as you felt the familiar warmth you always felt when you were around him, "I won't," you breathe out as you learn in to kiss him feeling bold. He returns the kiss with just as much if not more enthusiasm and passion, his sharp teeth lightly graze your bottom lip as he slides his tongue, trying to explore and mapping every crevice of your mouth, holding you close as if you'd vanish into thin air any second. You let out a soft moan pulling away slightly, panting, your body seems to move on its own accord as your hips move to a rhythm of their own on one of his thighs as he nips at your jaw, going down to your neck, leaving marks so gentle and playful yet full of unsaid feelings that you can't help but let your eyes flutter close wanting to feel more of him, wanting to see more of him, wanting to touch more of him.

"I... I think I love you," you sigh as he flipped you, now on top of you as you lay with your back on the soft cushions. He smiles, a genuine and loving smile as it widens just like the beating of his heart quickens, "I think I love you too," he matters, pulling his gloves off with his sharp teeth, giving you a show as you whine about wanting to touch him more, he simply giggles saying that he'll give you everything you want and more as your legs wrap around his waist holding him in place, he ruts into you, as he undoes the buttons of your uniform, keeping his on, increasing the friction between both of you.

"Tell me if you want this to stop my little shrimp, I don't want you to have regrets," he said, your answer came to him in a flash of teeth and tongue, fighting to get the upper hand but failing as he pinned your hands over your head, his cold hands skimming over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I can't believe you fucking love me too," he groaned as his thrusts became erratic and lousy, but it still felt so good that you wanted to cry. "I could say the same," you said not being able to say much as your breath kept being taken away, there was so much you wanted to say, so much you wanted to do but all you could muster up were sighs and moans, occassionally whining about how mean Floyds being as he chuckled sadistically, bringing you to the edge but never letting you cum.

~°•°~

"Are you sure you don't want to go back ____?" Crowley asked, a smile on his lips the entire time, "Yes Headmaster I think I've found and made my place here in a way," you said with a bright grin, thinking back to yesterday with Floyd whole you were cuddling before he had to run off for his shift at the Mostro Lounge.

#☆ storytime with berry !#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland smut #twst x reader #twst smut #floyd leech x reader #floyd x reader #floyd leech #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #idia shroud #sorry for the extra tags

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footballfanficwriter · 1 year

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A Happy New year

Summary:Jude and The reader are spending new year's eve together

It's new year's eve and Jude and I are spending time with his family, I would spend it with my family but everyone had their own plans .

I love coming over here cause I feel like I'm home when I'm here, the Bellingham family have made me feel so welcome and never made me feel like an outsider.

" hey babe, mom's asking if you want something to drink" Jude says

" no I'm alright thanks"

"Ok" he says and comes sits next to me on the couch

He puts his head on my lap and I play with his hair

"Can you believe it's gonna be 4 years since we've been dating" I say

" and 15 years since we've been best friends"

"That just shows you how far we've come"

" yeah, it does"

He lifts his head off my lap and goes in for a kiss

I peck his lips, but he doesn't look satisfied

"I'm not going to snog you in front of your family" I say

" they don't care about what we do"

"But I do"

"You're such a tease" he says

"Only for you love"

He puts he's head back onto my lap

" if you're going to sleep at least let me be comfortable as well"

"Fine"

He gets off my lap and I lye on the couch horizontally then he lies next to me an wraps his arms around my waist

" I love you" he says

"I love you more"

"You know, now that I think about it , I might be the best boyfriend you've ever had"

"What ?"

" yeah, remember Mathew"

"What about him?"

"Wasn't he that one who cheated on you, and had you saved as hoe 3 on his contacts"

"Ok fine I get it alright, but I'm also the best girlfriend you've ever had"

"Oh how so?"

"Remember Jade"

"Yeah"

"She was the one that was using you to get things she wanted, she was controlling you and your life"

" she wasn't controlling my life" he says

" she literally said that you should get rid of me and stop being friends with me"

"That one nearly ruined our friendship"

" imagine if you had listened to her"

"Then we wouldn't be lying on this couch and cuddling"

"I'm glad you chose me"

"I'll always choose you babe,every time"

"Well I'm glad and happy to hear that"

" we should actually be thankful to Mathew and Jade"

" why?"

"Because if they hadn't fucked up, we wouldn't be where we are now"

"Well I guess we should be thanking them then"

"How did we even find out about him cheating again?" He asks

"One of the girls that he cheated on me with approached me and told me "

"What a prick"

"Yeah, he was"

"I actually believed he loved me, he treated me so nice"

"Well he's gone now my love, and you've got me now"

"And I'm glad I do, cause I don't know where I'd be without me "

"Probably dead"

"Don't be so dramatic"

He laughs and I feel myself smiling at that

" you are one of the best things to happen to me y/n, I really am head over hills for you"

"Oh I'm sorry sir, but I didn't tell you, I'm head over hills for someone else" I say with a smile on my face

"Must you always ruin moments y/n"

"I'm sorry babe, I just had to"

"Yeah whatever you goof ,I'm quite knackered" he says

"It's ok babe, you can sleep"

"Ok"

He falls asleep rubbing my belly and after a while I fall asleep as well

♡

"Y/n, wake up honey, it's almost midnight"

" what?"

"Come on wake up"

I turn to see Denise looking down on me

"Where's Jude"

"He's already outside"

"Ok" I get up of the couch and go to the bathroom then splash myself with water , just to wake me up a bit

Then I start making my way out side.

I open the sliding door and see Jude standing there with his back against me as he's watching his cousins run around and act like kids while his aunts and uncles are sat at a table outside having conversations

I walk to him and wrap my arms around his waist

"Hey" I say

"Hey babe, sleep well?"

"Yup"

"Alright everyone 5 minutes left until the next year" Denise yells

Jude turns around and we're now facing each other

He let's go of me and backs up a bit

Then goes on one knee and pulls a ring out

I feel my eyes start to widen

"Jude get up right now"

"Y/n, I love you more than words can ever Express or explain themselves, and I've known you for 15 years of my life, you are my best friend and no one knows me like you do, no one knows how to calm me down when I'm upset like you do , no one knows how to cheer me up when I'm sad like you do, no one annoys me like you do and even though I hate it sometimes, I still love you because that's who you are and I love everything about you, so y/n Y/L/N will you you give me the honor of calling you my wife and making the luckiest man alive"

"Yes" I whisper

"Wait really?"

"Yes, you big goof ofcourse I'll marry you I would be an idiot not to" I say

"You don't have to say yes, the answer could be yes or no and you'd still be an idiot"

"What?"

"I'm joking my love"

He gets up and slides the ring onto my finger and we kiss eachother just when the fire works start shooting at the sky

"Happy new year babe"

"Happy new year love"

Just then my family appears out of no where

"Mom I thought you had plans" I say and I run to her

"Aww sweaty did you actually think we'd miss such an important part of you life"

" let me see the ring bro, how big is it" Gina my sister yanks my hand to see the ring

"Bitch" I say

"Nika come check this ring out" she says and calls my other sister

"It's so beautiful y/n we're happy for you "

"Thank you so much"

"Nice pick mate" Nika yells to Jude

"Thanks, took me awhile to pick it out" he says as he walks over to us

" now can I please have my fiance back" he says as he pulls me away from my family

We walk back into the house and start making out , then was both upruptly stop

" are you happy?" He asks

"I'm ecstatic"

"Well I'm happy you are, now we're stuck together for the rest of our lives "

"I actually should have said no" I say

" there you go again"

I laugh and lean in to kiss him and he kisses me back

"I love you"

"I love you more"

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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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seventeen catching their s/o listening to their music

request: Svt reaction to catching their s/o listening to their music hehe 🫶🏼

a/n: the chan one is more about the dance and less about the song but i didn't want things to get repetitive, so please forgive me!!

cw: none, although it's not proof read so pls keep that in mind.

genre: fluff, blurb

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s.coups

it was late at night. he had told you to not wait up for him since he had a lot to do, and you weren’t planning on doing it - but you felt a sudden craving for a midnight snack. when he said he would come home late, you thought he would be home around 3 am and so you decided to put on some music to listen to while you were waiting for your snack to be ready. dancing around in the kitchen was one of your favorite activities, but it was a bit embarrassing to have your dancer boyfriend watching you - even if he said that he thought it was cute. you put on your favorite playlist, which did have a lot of seventeen songs on it. your headphones were playing "ready to love" loud in your ears, so you couldn’t hear the front door opening. just as seungcheol walked in, his lines in the pre-chorus started playing and of course you had to sing along. instead of saying anything, he just watched as you danced around and hummed to the tune. when you did notice him, your skeleton almost jumped out of your body.

“don’t mind me, i’m just enjoying the show.”

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jeonghan

you and jeonghan were spring cleaning. it was right around lunch time, so jeonghan went out to get some food while you continued cleaning. the two of you had been listening to music from jeonghan’s phone, but now that he was gone you obviously switched to yours. as soon as you connected it to a speaker and shuffled one of your favorite playlists, “don’t listen in secret” started playing. you clutched your heart as you heard the opening and started dramatically singing along. you didn’t even notice that jeonghan had come back, he had forgotten his keys, and was watching you sing your heart out. when you did notice, you let out a shout of surprise and scolded him for just standing there watching you.

“sorry, sweetheart.. i just couldn’t bring myself to disturb your little performance.”

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joshua

you were sitting on the porch of a friend’s summerhouse. joshua was inside with the owners of the place, helping them fix with drinks. you had wanted to help out, when joshua first got up to help them you tried to follow him, but he told you to stay and rest. the speakers were connected to your phone, playing one of your calmer playlists. as you were sitting there, enjoying the view of the sunset, "falling for you" started playing. you normally didn't listen to seventeen when joshua was around, fearing that he might find it a bit awkward, but he wasn't with you at the moment so you let it slide. the chorus came along, and you hummed to the tune, just as joshua walked out with two drinks in his hands. he had the softest smile on his face when he realized what you were listening to, and your happy expression made his heart soar.

"you're adorable, you know that right?"

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jun

you were finally moving in together. it was a small flat, but just big enough for the two of you. as jun went to carry more boxes, you set up the speaker to motivate you to keep working. you shuffled a random playlist and went back to putting away things in the kitchen, you didn't even notice that "lilili yabbay" was the first song. when jun came back his face went red as he saw you moving along to the rhythm. at first he didn't say anything, but when you turned to him to ask him for some help you saw his flustered state. of course, you asked if he was feeling alright - and he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"i don't know... you listening to my music makes me... feel things."

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hoshi

you were incredibly sweaty, and so was soonyoung. both of you were breathing heavily as you laid beside each other. the practice room floor was luckily cold, and you were using it to cool down from all the dancing you just did. soonyoung suddenly got up, somehow still having energy after trying his best to teach you a choreography he made to one of his new favorite songs, and told you that he was going to the bathroom. while he was away, you got on his phone and put on some more music - "PANG" started playing just as soonyoung got back. he grinned proudly.

"do you want me to teach you the choreo to this one? come on, i think it'll be fun!"

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wonwoo

he was still in bed, sleeping like he should be. you were making breakfast in the kitchen. lately, he had been working so hard and you thought it was your duty to treat him now that he finally had a day off. to keep you company, you played some music in the background - not loud enough to wake wonwoo up. maybe "don quixote" wasn't the most fitting song for the morning, but you loved listening to it knowing that your boyfriend played a big part in making it. as you bob your head to the beat of the song, big smile on your face, a sudden embrace startled you. wonwoo had woken up, and you started apologizing for being too loud.

"you don't have to apologize. i love waking up to you listening to my music. it's cute."

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woozi

you listen to their music quite frequently around him, considering that you hang around in his studio all the time. however, he's more careful with showing you the song he's made for himself - the songs that he wasn't so sure would ever reach the public. catching you jamming out to a seventeen song was one thing, and it was definitely adorable and he loved it. catching you enjoying a woozi song, a jihoon song, was entirely different. you might have snuck a peek at whatever he was working on while he was getting a food delivery. it wasn’t morally correct , and you knew that, but you were just too curious. it was a cute love song. when he walked in on you with his headphones on, he nearly dropped the bags of food. of course you apologized, but you also complimented the song and asked what it was about. he couldn’t get a full sentence out, and his face was growing increasingly red.

“it’s nothing… it’s… yeah, no it’s nothing. just words with a melody.”

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you were in the shower while listening to music. "smile flower" was playing loudly, and you were singing along even louder. of course, with all the ruckus you were making, you couldn't hear seokmin coming home. he only laughed when he heard you, deciding to be a bit mean and record your voice. when you got out of the shower you greeted him with a hug, and from behind you seokmin started playing his recording. you gasped and tried to take his phone away from him. he obviously locked his phone, and tried to hold it as far away from you as possible.

"no! you can't take it, it's my most priced possession now! please let me keep it, i love hearing you enjoy my music..."

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mingyu

you were listening to "24H" in your head phones while working out, mingyu just a few feet away from you in his own world while making his way through bicep curls. as the song played in the background, and you watched mingyu's arms, you started forgetting where you were. your mind started drifting elsewhere, like all of the performances to this song you had watched with him in focus. you didn't notice that he was staring back at you until he started approaching you. mingyu had a small, and playful smile on his lips. he asked you to take off the headphones so that he could talk, but when you did the music started streaming out.

"i just needed to tell you that everyone can hear what you're listening to... while i appreciate it, you should try to focus on what you're here for. don't let me distract you, darling."

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the8

it was a rainy day and all you wanted to do was curl up in a ball of blankets. your day had been horrible, and so you decided to throw yourself a pity party. after getting some ice cream and a spoon, you got into bed and wrapped yourself up in as many blankets you could find. you connected your phone to a speaker and started playing your sad playlist, specifically for this purpose, and "hai cheng" just happened to be on there. after a few songs, minghao's song started playing. as if on cue, he got home as well. when he found you in your blanket burrito, he didn't want to but all he could think of was that you played his song when feeling like this. without a word he got in bed with you, stealing your spoon to take a bite of the ice cream.

"i have to say, it's very nice to come home to you listening to my music... but is everything alright? do you want to talk about it?"

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seungkwan

you were in the car on a road trip, sitting in the back next to seungkwan, while two other members sat in the front seats. the two of them had the aux and played songs from different genres, all while having some small talk. they of course turned on "very nice", and you got so incredibly hyped. you quickly asked them to turn up the volume, and you started singing your heart out with the other members. seungkwan was laughing so much at your failed high notes, pretending to be a bit embarrassed. in reality, he found it somewhat endearing. the way you were enjoying a song that he was a part of really stuck with him for some reason. maybe it was the fact that he could always trust you to support and thoroughly enjoy what he created. when the song ended your throat was hurting from screaming, and everyone in the car was out of energy. you decided to stop by a gas station to buy some food. while waiting in the car, alone with seungkwan, he put his head on your shoulder and intertwined his fingers with yours.

"i love you... even if you suck at singing..."

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vernon

you were sitting on an airplane together, flying to see his family. obviously, you had forgotten your headphones. vernon let you borrow his, saying that he was going to fall asleep right away anyway. you put on his headphones and shuffled one of your playlists, "GAM3 BO1" coming up immediately. vernon recognized the song from the slight noise that escaped the headphones, and was happily surprised when you didn't skip it. he leaned his head on your shoulder, trying to fall asleep but he just couldn't stop smiling. eventually, a minute or so into the song, you tapped on his shoulder. he turned to you with a curious glance, and you showed him your screen - showing him that you were listening to his song. you didn't know that he already knew, and wore a big, supporting, grin on your lips. as you did a little dance in your seat, he stifled a laugh.

"i'm glad you like it, baby."

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dino

you wanted to surprise chan, so you were trying to learn the choreo to "rock with you". you absolutely loved how he shined in that era, and wanted to try out the dance for yourself. it turned out to be way more difficult than you thought it would be, and dancing in the living room wasn't ideal. however, you tried. you tried so hard that you didn't even notice when chan came home early one day. he watched as you sat in the middle of the living room floor, couch pushed to the side, and the song playing in the background. you let out a big groan and laid down, noticing his frame in the doorway in the corner of your eye. you let out a loud yelp, feeling like a child being caught with their hand in the cookie jar. chan took note of the fact that you were wearing work out clothes, you were sweaty, and your computer had a video of the rock with you choreo on it. he smiled big, helping you up on your feet.

"if you wanted to learn the dance you could've just asked."

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yelshin · 1 year

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kie. i would like to request mommy yelan, kazuha, heizou and ayato with a sick gender neutral reader please 🫶🏻🫶🏻 (my nose is so stuffed and my voice changed an octave istg)

ty 💕💕

UNDER THE WEATHER | ♡

﹙KAZUHA, YELAN X READER﹚

An: ÀI HAVE I EVER TELL HOW MUCH I LOBE U FROM SAVING MY LIFE AND ALSO TAKE CARE AND REST WELL!! Also I can't write for heizou since idk him much IM SORRY ÀI😢

Tw:none

He's perfect for this job. HE'S SO SWEET AND GENTLE ESPECIALLY WHEN HE'S FEEDING YOU

If you feel cold you just have to ask him for a cuddle and he will gladly give you best cuddles.

When cuddling he keeps kissing your forehead while whispering soft words and its like a lullaby that you fell asleep on him

"My love are you feeling a little bit better?" You nodded while having a small smile, he chuckles and lay beside you and wrap his arms around your shaking body; keeping you warm "much better?" You smiled even bigger and answered "much better than having two blankets" Kazuha laughs a little before placing his hand on your forehead and pecking it

"sleep well dear.. you deserved it"

一YELAN

Yelan is a busy woman but she prioritize you more than her work

Is really good on cooking and always makes sure you drink your vitamins regularly

You're worried that she might get sick but she keeps insisting that she wont catch your sickness

It was night. You were waiting for Yelan to come home(COME HOME NOW PLS) your body is shaking due to the coldness for the room, sadly yelan wasn't there to keep you warm. You stared at the clock and it was almost midnight, you're worried sick for Yelan but not until you heard the door opened.

You tried to stand up but Yelan quickly put you back to your bed, "Shh stay in bed my love, also apologies if i come home late... Just some unexpected events happened lately" You shook your head and weakly drag her to you bed and cling into her "I'm so cold here yknow that.." you whispered while she pulled you into a right hug "How about i make it up to you tomorrow?" She offered and give you a quick kiss on the lips "but for now you need to sleep" you nodded and start to feel drowsy "goodnight" you murmured before falling asleep "Sleep well dearest"

一AYATO

Like Yelan, Ayato is a busy man but also prioritize your health more than his work

He will ditch the mountain of paperworks just to take care of you and even asked thoma to cook a soup for you!

He reassured you that you're not a burden to him and that you're more important than his work and status and we love Ayato for that♡

"Ayato are you sure im not a bother?" You asked while holding a tea and took a small sips. Ayato only smiles at you and answered "Of course not, I dont mind leaving my work to take care of you, your health is more important sweetheart" you start to think you didn't deserve such a gentleman like Ayato but no matter what you knew his words are true; and he's proving it to you right now

You giggled at him that makes him smile wider "And you better not let Thoma cook too much" he took your hand gently and intertwined it to his; squeezing your hand gently "Don't worry, ill only ask him to cook something for you when you needed it, now its time for your bedtime" you feel like a child when Ayato is taking care of you but you don't mind, you can't waste rhe opportunity of spending time with him<3

An: uhh am i showing favouritism to hydro users? No? Yes? BUT I HOPE U ENJOY THIS HSUAHSHSBDHDJE likes and reblogs are appreciated!

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queen-of-writing-bad-things · 3 months

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 1

Episode 3: Mo' Danger, Mo' Problems

Reporting to his job, Henry walked into the elevator and hit the down button. Even though he braced himself, the sensation of falling down the shaft in the broken machine still made him scream all the way to the bottom. The elevator door opened, letting the pyjama-clad boy step out.

"He's got to fix that elevator." He groaned and huffed to (y/n), as he walked into the Man Cave.

"Where's Ray? He triple-beeped me." Henry asked the sleepy-looking woman, who like him was wearing pyjamas.

"Honestly? I don't know. Jerk woke me up and just said to give you this and to tell you to put it on your wrist." (y/n) held out a watch for him and rubbing her tired eyes.

"Sure, what else would I put it on?"He joked, fastening the strap, as (y/n) chuckled at him.

"Flip the cover." She said as she sat down with her arms on the back of the couch. She let her head flop down as she looked at Henry.

"Hiya Henry!" Ray said excitedly in hologram form. 'So that was his plan.' (y/n) grumbled in her mind.

"Oh!" Henry looked at the little Ray in shock at the sudden appearance of his boss.

"Ray?" He said to make sure it was him.

"Yep. I'm hovering over your wrist in hologram form!" He said waving his hands in a silly manner. Henry wanted to see how his new gadget worked, so he poked Ray in his eye, causing him to clutch it in fake pain.

"You poked my eye out!" He screamed, making (y/n) roll her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Henry thought he had injured his boss and put a hand over his racing heart.

"I'm just kidding. You can't hurt a hologram or a Captain Man!" Ray reassured him, doing a little dance.

"This is so cool." Henry geeked out at the thought of having hologram tech.

"It would be even cooler if I hadn't been woken up." (y/n) mumbled, her words slurred from her face being smushed into her arms.

"It's like we're in the same room." Henry carried on complimenting the watch.

"We are." The holo-Ray turned around and walked off, causing the image to fizzle out. Henry looked confused and waved his hand over his wrist to see where the man had gone.

"Where'd you..." Henry started, but Ray had crept past (y/n) and patted him on the shoulder, scaring the wits out of the boy.

"Peek-a-boo," Ray said, as Henry screamed. The young woman at the couch wasn't happy from the noise and looked up at the males who were keeping her awake.

"Couldn't this have waited until morning, doofus?" She glared.

"Aww, she's always grumpy when she's tired." Ray fawned over her despite the killer look she was giving him, before turning back to his sidekick.

"Now, take off your old wristband." He instructed.

"Okay, why am I--" Henry started, but Ray was too impatient for questions.

"From now on I'm going to contact you on your new whiz watch."

"So what do I do with the old one?" Henry questioned, holding the old gadget in his hand.

"Toss it up in the air," Ray replied nonchalantly.

"Why?"

"It's about to self-destruct." He told the teen, who promptly threw it to the ground with wide eyes. The bracelet started beeping, but there was a delay between the beeps and the explosion.

"Hmm- that's weird. It was supposed to--" They were caught off guard by the wristband imploding, making them jump into each other's arms and (y/n) to awake from her dozing with a start.

She looked up and saw the two hugging each other in fear, but they soon found it awkward, so they parted, clearing their throats and avoiding eye contact.

"I see you're wearing pyjama pants," Ray mentioned, trying to diffuse the awkwardness.

"Yeah, it's almost midnight. I was studying for this huge test I have tomorrow." Henry explained.

"And I was asleep, but you came into my room and jumped on my bed." The girl had walked over to Ray and was pointing an accusing finger in his face. He just smiled at her and pulled her into a warm hug.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He said, his body heat making her sleepy again, so she stayed silent and just let herself doze off against his chest.

"What subject?" Ray asked over her head, trying to ignore the sweet smell of her shampoo. The vibrations from his chest made her face feel funny.

"Puerto Rican history." Henry overlooked their cuteness and didn't mention the embrace, because he knew Ray would kill him.

"Ahh, Puerto Rico, Land of..." The superhero began, but he trailed off when he realised he didn't know a lot about the country.

"Puerto Ricans?" Kid Danger filled in for him.

"Right." He admitted defeat, but the emergency alarm went off, which made (y/n) jump in his arms. With a whiny moan, she stepped out of his warmth and trudged over to the supercomputer with them, opening the camera link to the store above.

"What's up, Gooch?" She slurred with her elbows on the control panel and her face in her hands.

"There's a robbery in progress." He instantly reported.

"Where?" Ray interrogated.

"At the 24-hour antique bottle shop."

"Glass from The Past?" Henry asked, knowing where the store was in downtown Swellview.

"Affirmative," Gooch said.

"On it." Ray said, as his best friend slowly pressed the off button, cutting the video call.

"Right here to Glass from The Past, ETA is like, 15 minutes I think." She said quietly, rubbing her face so she could wake up and notify the owner about Captain Man's arrival.

"Shall we?" Ray showed his gum tube to Henry, who shared his look of determination.

"Let's blow some bubbles and fight some crime," Henry said, putting the gumball in his mouth. They chewed and stepped away from the computer, so they could transform properly into their Captain Man and Kid Danger costumes.

"Let's hit it, Kid Danger." Captain Man said to the boy on his right.

"Fist." Henry and Ray fist-bumped each other, both running on adrenaline.

"Get some sleep." Ray said to (y/n), who was wearily looking on from the computer chair. She waved at the two, as they ran to the tubes and slapped their belt buckles.

"So whipped." Henry chuckled, once his tube was down and only Ray could hear him.

"Up the tube," Ray said in a slightly stern voice, looking at Henry with his serious face, but the boy cheekily grinned back, as they were sucked up.

"Aw, my boot!" Henry couldn't believe his shoe had fallen off, all the way down at the other end of the tube.

"Ha! Serves you right! Just yell, 'Up the boot!'" Ray bit his tongue, amused that karma had paid Henry back for all his teasing. With Henry gaining his boot back, the two made their way to the store, ready to kick some criminal butt.

~(y/n)'s PoV~

I hadn't felt that tired in a while, but working for Captain Man meant that every couple of weeks brought a few sleepless nights. The last robbery at Swellview Bank had only been a few days before, and Ray didn't come back 'til 3AM. Like me, he was exhausted from fighting The Toddler and the rookie criminals at the bank. Still, he was lucky that he now had Henry to help him. I made him some hot cocoa and we both fell asleep for 14 hours, waking up the next day to another emergency call.

I blushed when I remembered how Ray's arms were around my waist from him spooning me in our sleep. He groaned as he got up, and I quickly had to answer Gooch's call before he saw my red face.

'No, no no, focus on the task at hand.' I scolded myself.

'Just call the store owner and tell him Captain Man is on his way. No distractions.' I took in a deep breath and dialled the number on the supercomputer.

"H--Hello?" The man on the other end of the line shakily said.

"Hello sir, Captain Man will be with you in a few minutes, please remain calm," I said softly, not wanting the man to freak out and do something that meant the robber would hurt him.

"Please! I need him here now! I'm being robbed!" I sighed, feeling too tired to deal with this, but I carried on, knowing my colleagues would be there soon.

"Sir, please stay calm. Captain Man and Kid Danger will be with you shortly." I tried to keep the man quiet, knowing the criminal was close by, possibly even in the same room as him.

"Put that phone down, come on bro, open up that cash register." I heard the thug shouting and slamming on the counter. 'Sweet cheese, come on Ray.' I prayed that things wouldn't get ugly.

"I'm going as fast as I can, boss!" I made out the owner trying to tell him, but it seemed the robber wasn't a patient man.

"Give me that pretty lavender bottle, 'cause it matches my motorcycle helmet." My eyebrows furrowed when I heard the strange request, deducing that this was another nutjob, bad guy.

I continued the listen to the poor owner follow the demands of the robber, hearing the rustle of paper and his compliant answers.

"Excuse me." I let out a sigh of relief when I heard Ray's familiar Captain Man voice through the speaker. The owner's delighted words reassured me that he now had the proper help and that the criminal was about to face justice.

I pressed the end button on the panel, glad that my job was done. I slowly got up from my chair and stretched my tired muscles. Feeling the sleepiness creep up on me, I decided to take Ray's advice and slowly lumbered up to the sprocket and off to bed.

~Glass From The Past, 3rd Person PoV~

"What the--" The robber looked over to see Captain Man had just entered the store, much to the happiness and delight of the owner he was threatening.

"I hope you're planning to pay for that lavender bottle," Ray told the criminal, but he knew the real answer.

"And I hope that, too!" Henry added in, as he shot through the door and stood next to the older man. The store owner was so relieved to have the duo in his store to protect him and his property.

Ray walked forward, in time with the goon, and stood in front of him in a standoff. The two glared at each other.

"I ain't afraid of you." The thug said in a tough voice, raising the metal bar in his hand and whacking it on Ray's head. Keeping cool, Ray swallowed down the yelp that threatened to escape and coolly looked back to the criminal.

"Try again. Keep your left arm straight." He said, his eyes squinting in a challenge to the large man. Not backing down, the man hit him again with more force, the pain making him grunt this time.

"Strike three." He growled huskily, having had enough with the criminal, but Henry butted into his imposing façade.

"That was only two." He pointed out.

"Okay, don't correct me in front of the criminals." Ray chastised him, not wanting to look dumb. Henry backed off, so Ray could stop the man on his next swing. Grabbing the arm with the metal pipe in, Ray knocked it back into the man's face, making him scream in pain. Stepping back, Ray then kicked him into a display of antique bottles, which horrified the cashier.

"You really wanna fight us? Ray asked, not caring about the broken vases. The man looked between the large, muscly superhero and his smaller, scrawny sidekick.

"Can I just fight the kid?" He asked looking at Captain Man, which offended Henry, who thought he could take on any bad guy, even if they were three times his size.

"No, you can't just fight--" Ray started.

"Sure he can. Come on, tough guy." Henry challenged, getting into a fighting stance and rocking back and forth on his toes.

"Okay." That was all the criminal said, as he just put his purple helmet over Kid Danger's face and grabbed his pipe.

"Oh, this smells so bad!" Henry complained, trying to get the helmet off so he could see. Ray stood there, unimpressed and agitated, but he didn't want Henry to be hit by the metal pipe, so he grabbed two antique golf clubs from the shop wall. The man at the cash register protested at him, not wanting any more damage done to his shop.

"Kid Danger, catch this golf club!" He shouted, throwing one at Henry, but due to his inability to see, it just hit him in the face. The criminal charged forward, the metal pipe in the air, trying to hit Captain Man, who was narrowly dodging his blows.

"You're not helping me!" The owner shouted at them, as more and more antiques were destroyed. The battle resulted in nearly all the bottles on display being smashed, either from Ray and the thug missing each other with their weapons, or Henry blindly swinging his golf club around.

"Captain Man, where are you?" Henry yelled, not know what was happening.

"Follow the sound of my voice!" he told the teen, and they started to play Marco Polo in an attempt to find each other.

"Marco!"

"Polo!" They continued to smash up everything in the shop.

"Could you superheroes please just leave?!" The cashier pleaded, his whole livelihood turning to nothing on the floor, as Ray roundhouse kicked the criminal into a shelving unit. Finally being near Henry, he avoided the boy's wild swings and brought him under control, removing the helmet.

"Where is he?" said Henry, ready to keep fighting, but the bad guy was on the ground, writhing in pain.

"Did I get him?" He looked up at his boss.

"Yeah, you got him," Ray said, mostly to keep him happy.

"My whole store is destroyed!" The owner sounded distraught as he looked over the damage.

"No need to thank us." Ray smiled at him.

"Thank you?" The man replied rhetorically.

"You're welcome." Ray didn't understand that the man was upset.

"Let's go, Kid Danger." He said to Henry, ready to go back to the Man Cave and relax.

"NO! Nobody leaves until you boys clean up all of this broken glass." The owner insisted, making the superheroes turn around with surprised eyes.

"Alright." Captain Man conceded.

"But I've got to get up at 7AM tomorrow for my test at school." Henry reminded him, not liking the idea of staying up all night to clean up. His test was too important.

"This will only take us like, five hours. I'll get you a broom." Ray tried to sound positive, but it was futile. He walked to the back of the store, as Henry staggered back to the wall, already exhausted from the notion of hours more work. He slumped to the floor in defeat.

~Five hours later, Ray's PoV~

I let out a long groan as the tube dropped me back down into the Man Cave. Cleaning up at the robbed store had left me feeling drained, and I was glad to be back home. Removing my mask and rubbing my eyes, I decided it was best to forget grabbing something to eat and to just go to bed since I didn't know when the next emergency would come in.

Going through the sprocket, I walked down the corridor towards my bedroom. I slowed down as I passed by (y/n)'s room and remembered how tired she was. Without a second thought, my hand pressed the button to open the door and I poked my head in to check on her. I saw her tucked up in bed, sleeping soundly, making me release a breathy smile.

'Too cute.' I thought to myself, noticing how her chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm. My face flushed when I realised I was staring, and I quickly retreated from her room, closing the door behind me. I walked quickly down the hall to my room and I could feel my ears burning.

'Just friends, nothing more. She's outta your league.' I said the mantra in my mind, thinking that she could never be mine. Finally, I got to my room and started to remove the super suit. I dumped it into my laundry basket, knowing that (y/n) would clean it as soon as she woke up like she always did.

Pulling on some pyjama bottoms, I made my way over to my bed and flopped down onto it, pulling the blankets over me. Sleep rapidly brought me under, and I gently drifted off to dreams of a girl with (y/c/h) hair and (y/c/e) eyes.

~Swellview High, 3rd Person PoV~

"Henry?"

"Henry." Called Miss Shapen, Henry's history teacher. She looked down at the boy, who had fallen asleep in class from fighting crime all night. Deciding that no student was going to sleep in her class, the teacher put her finger into her mouth and then into Henry's ear, giving him a wet willy. He jerked awake from the feeling and looked up to see the woman sneering down at him.

"HENRY!"

"Whoa, whoa, what happened?" He blinked through the sleep and looked around the class.

"Did you just give me a wet willy?" Henry asked in disgust.

"Mm-hmm. It was real wet." Charlotte mentioned from behind him.

"You slept through your entire test." Miss Shapen scolded him.

"I did?" Henry couldn't believe he had missed his test, as he'd not written a single thing down.

"You all see this boy? This is what happens when you stay up all night on Twitflash and Twiddlegram." The teacher said to the class, pointing at Henry.

"Excuse me, Miss Shapen?" Jasper requested from his seat near the back of the classroom.

"What?"

"Can I have a wet willy?" His question thoroughly confused her, and everyone else listening, but it was Jasper, so they all ignored how weird it was.

~Henry's house, later that night~

Henry had run upstairs to his bedroom, after getting a triple beep from Ray on his watch. He'd had to make an excuse to his family about being too tired to eat his 'chilli balls'. Locking the door, he flicked the watch open.

"Henry, why aren't you on your way here?" Holo-Ray said, confused as to why his young sidekick was still at his house.

"Because I got in trouble for sleeping in class today and I had to make chilli balls," Henry explained.

"Did he say 'chilli balls'?" He could hear (y/n) wondering in the background.

"It was my night." he replied, trying to convince them that he had been forced to make dinner for his family.

"Kid, there's been an escape from Swellview Prison. I need you." Captain Man urged him, knowing that there were dangerous criminals on the loose.

"Alright, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Henry sighed, he was way too tired to fight some bad guys, and he still needed to study for his big make-up test on Friday.

"Good, run like a bunny," Ray said, which made his best friend.

"When have you ever said that before?" She giggled, but the hologram shut off before Henry could see them argue. Closing his whiz watch, he walked to his bed and tried to clamber over it, so he could reach his gum tub on the nightstand.

"Okay, just gotta get my special gum." He said to himself, leaning across the pillows. However, the feeling of the soft mattress and fluffy pillows caused his tiredness to creep upon him. His gum tube was in hand, but the lull of the sleep he so desperately craved made him drift off, mumbling something about bunnies.

~90 minutes later~

Henry's watch was beeping like crazy, but the teen couldn't hear it from his deep sleep. He also didn't hear Captain Man climbing up to his window, even though he was banging on the glass and angrily calling his name.

"Henry, open up!" Seeing that his attempts were useless, Ray was too impatient to wait for Henry to wake up and decided to use his laser remote to shoot open the lock on the window. Sliding it open with a grunt, he rolled in and saw Henry still asleep. Feeling extremely irritated that his sidekick hadn't noticed his presence, he shut off the beeping watch from his remote control and wafted his scent over to the boy. The foul smell made the boy wake up with a scowl on his face.

"Ugh, what is that smell?" Henry asked, still not noticing Ray.

"I'm that smell!" Ray yelled at him indignantly.

"Wh-- Captain Man, what are you doing here?" He asked, shocked to see the superhero in his room.

"What are you doing here?" Ray shot back rhetorically.

"Huh?"

"I called you 90 minutes ago and I told you we had an emergency!" Ray squeaked out, the anger making his voice go high-pitched.

"R--right, I guess I fell asleep," Henry replied in a small voice.

"I guess I fell asleep" Ray mocked him in a whiny voice. Henry stepped forward and sniffed his super suit more closely, his nose wrinkling at how bad the stench was.

"Ugh, why do you stink?" His grimaced.

"I stink because I just spent the last hour chasing three criminals through the Swellview Sewer. You know what's down in the Swellview Sewer?" Ray shot back, emphasising how he had to do it alone.

"Poop?" Henry guessed in a tentative voice.

"POOP!" Ray confirmed with a shout. Suddenly, there was a bang on the door and Henry realised that Piper was trying to get in.

"Oh, my sister." He said, trying to shove Ray to the window. Piper would implode if she saw Captain Man in his room.

"We have a lot to talk about." Ray tried to say, but for a small kid, Henry was surprisingly strong and kept pushing him backwards. Not wanting to be pushed around by a child, Ray let up the ledge in Henry's room and dived out of the window onto the ground below.

"I'm okay." He shouted back up. Henry knew he wasn't hurt and went to unlock the door so he could let his sister in.

"Who were you talking to in here?" She quizzed him as soon as the door was open.

"Nobody." Henry scoffed.

"MOM!" Piper yelled in her shrill voice, wanting to get Henry in trouble.

"What is it, sweetie?" Mrs Hart appeared.

"Henry was talking to someone in his room and now he says nobody's in here." The 9-year-old snitched.

"Well, I'm sure if Henry said nobody was in here, then-- Ugh! What is that smell?" Mrs Hart's rational thinking was cut off when Ray's poop smell hit her nose.

"Uh, it's Piper. She hasn't had a bath in a week!" Henry lied, knowing it would kill two birds with one stone; it would explain the smell and get rid of his annoying sister.

"That's a lie!" Piper protested, but Mrs Hart pulled her away anyway. Hearing Piper's shrieks down the hall, Henry slammed the door shut and locked it again, glad to finally be alone. But the hand tapping on his shoulder said otherwise.

"Don't sneak up on me like that." He said to his boss.

"You disappointed me tonight," Ray said in a voice that all grownups have.

"I'm disappointing everybody. People should just call me 'Kid Disappointment." Henry whined, feeling depressed because nothing was going right for him.

"All right, well, just tell me what the problem is," Ray stated, looking up at Henry, who was now sitting on his couch by the window.

"Time, school, working for you, my family. It's just--it's a lot to handle." He admitted, which made Ray think for a moment.

"Well, giving advice is (y/n)'s strong point, but I do know a guy that could get rid of your family." He said, semi-joking.

"What?" Henry looked at him with a shocked expression.

"Kidding! I joke... I do know a guy." Ray smiled and pointed at the boy.

"Oh! I think I can fix your problem." He said suddenly, clapping his hands together.

"Really?" Henry was sceptical, but he kept listening.

"Meet me at headquarters tomorrow." Captain man said excitedly.

"I'm there." Henry agreed, but Ray got distracted by a photo on his table.

"Hey! Who's this?" He said flirtatiously.

"My mom," Henry said in disgust.

"Niiiiice. She, uh, she still married to your dad?" He said smirking, but Henry wasn't having any of it.

"Yes. Dude, don't you like (y/n)?" He said in exasperation.

"Just friends. Does she ever seem bored or lonely to y--?" Ray tried to say, but Henry felt too tired to deal with him.

"Go home, Ray." The superhero moved towards the window, the photo still in his hand.

"The picture, Ray." He took the photo back, as the superhero climbed out of his window, down the tree and subsequently, went home.

~The Man Cave, 1 hour later~

Ray shot down the tube and as he stepped out, still covered in poop, he noticed that (y/n) was sat at the computer. She was eating popcorn and laughing along to a cheesy romcom.

"Hey." She greeted him in a happy voice, but then the smell wafted to her side of the Man Cave.

"Oh my God, what is that?" She looked at him in repulsion and walked over to him so she could identify the smell. Stepping closer, she took a sniff of his suit but immediately stepped back, as Henry did earlier. Her hands snapped over her nose, trying to block out the offending odour.

"God, you smell like sh---" Her voice was muffled by her hands.

"Yes, I know. I had to climb through Swellview sewer. Alone." He said, yanking his mask off in irritation.

"Alone? Where was Henry?" Normally, (y/n) would've given him a hug, or put a comforting hand on his arm, but there was no way she was going to be near the superhero in his current state.

"Asleep! The kid fell asleep in his room and never turned up!" Ray recalled, his voice going high again.

"He did spend all of last night cleaning up with you, and he has to go to school." The young woman reasoned, knowing the superhero life was tough, especially for a young boy.

"He really let me down tonight," Ray muttered, walking to the couch to sit down, but (y/n) hastily shooed him away.

"Don't touch anything! Get that suit off and go get cleaned up!" She scolded him, pointing to where the showers were.

"Oh, and don't give Henry a hard time. All teenagers have a lot going on, and he's now a superhero. You should understand how hard that is." Her voice was soft, but the look in her eyes left no room for an argument, so Ray just whined and went up to the sprocket.

"He's coming over tomorrow, I've got a plan." Ray said, walking down the corridor, leaving the girl alone.

'Not another plan.' (y/n) rolled her eyes, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

~The next day~

(y/n) stood with a brain scanner in her hand, and she was busy using it on Henry's head, who was looking uncomfortable with the situation.

"Um, what's that thing doing?" He asked her, not knowing what was going on.

"Scanning your brain," she said, smiling so it sounded like a good thing.

"Oh, cool." The boy replied, seemingly impressed.

"Take a deep breath for me." The young woman instructed, switching sides so she could scan the other part of his head.

"Now go, oodle, oodle, oodle." She said, just wanting to see if Henry would do it.

"Oodle, oodle, oodle." Henry mimicked the noises she made, which resulted in (y/n) giggling.

"You're off-key. It's oodle, oodle, oodle, oodle." They started to do it at the same time, laughing alone with each other.

"Why are we doing this?" Henry asked.

"Relax, kid," Ray said, coming out of the door near the auto-snacker.

"I can't. I got a huge makeup test tomorrow and I gotta study, and (y/n)'s making me go oodle, oodle, oodle." Henry explained, feeling agitated from the weird stuff he had to do and from the stress of his upcoming test.

"You're still not doing it right." She said in a flat tone.

"I don't care! I don't have time to relax!" Henry shouted back.

"Exactly! Your only problem is a lack of time." Ray said mysteriously, making Henry look to the left in thought.

"Imagine if you could do all you studying for school in only 30 seconds." (y/n) proposed.

"How can I learn anything in 30 seconds?" Henry wondered, not understanding the correlation.

"With this. The cerebral data transducer, or as we call it, the H.R.Z" Ray lifted up a technical-looking helmet that was connected to a long wire.

"This device can transfer knowledge from a data source directly into your brain, at 90 million digibles per second." The young woman explained the science, briefly looking up from the controls.

"Why am I locked in a chair?" Henry queried.

"Do you wanna get a good grade on your Puerto Rican math test?" Ray asked him.

"History." His sidekick corrected.

"Same thing." Ray's short answer made his best friend laugh.

"Right, let's do this thing." (y/n) said, and Ray placed the helmet on Henry's head, making it flash and beep.

"Now, I'll just set the computer to acquire all the world's historical knowledge on Puerto Rico," Ray said, reaching past (y/n) who was fixing the cable

"Woah, intense. But, uh, will this hurt?" Henry asked, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.

"Yeah, a lot." There's no point in lying to him.' The girl thought, as she turned up the power with Ray. They each ran over to the controls, and both pulled down a lever, starting the extremely painful process.

"Wait, so, how will I know--?" Henry started, but the rush of information flooding into his mind made him cry out in agony. The two grown-ups with him could only look on and hope it would work.

"Just enjoy it!" The superhero tried to encourage, but Henry couldn't hear him over his screaming.

"Does that look enjoyable to you?" (y/n) looked at him with lifted eyebrows. Henry was kicking his legs out and his knuckles were clenched white on the armrests, making Ray and (y/n) grimace at the sight of him. However, Ray being childish, made a begrudging (y/n) take a picture of him smiling and giving a thumbs-up next to Henry and the machine.

They brought the power back down as the process was complete, and the 13-year-old slumped back down into the chair, the pain slowly releasing from his body. Each taking a side of the H.R.Z, (y/n) and Ray unscrewed the locks and took it off him, noticing how traumatised he looked.

"Well?" Ray looked down at him.

"That hurt badddd." Henry clarified, the fear still evident in his eyes.

"Sorry about that, but now, tell me everything you know about Puerto Rico." (y/n) smiled at him from the other side of the chair.

"I don't know anything about-- Puerto Rico is a series of islands with a landmass of 3,500 square miles and a population of 3.6 million people. Its glorious beaches and lush rainforests make it the perfect setting for a wedding, bar mitzvah, or growing bananas." Henry recited the information, making the two friends behind him nod at each other, pleased with their success.

"Whoaaaa. I know Puerto Rico." Henry looked at both of them in awe.

"Yeah, you do." (y/n) nodded with him.

"You see? You can learn anything you need to know for school in a matter of seconds." Ray said, putting the H.R.Z back.

"Yeah. Wait, do you think that's cheating?" Henry asked them in an unsure voice.

"Eh... no, not really."

"It's a grey area. No one will ever know." They reassured him.

"I guess. Anyway, I really doing this appreciate you for me." Henry tried to speak, but all his words came out in the wrong order.

"Oh sweet cheese, the side effects." (y/n) facepalmed.

"What side effects?" Henry looked petrified.

"Y'see, after you use the H.R.Z, when you talk, you might mix up your words for a few days," Ray said, looking sheepish.

"Well, you could have before that you told me." Henry jumbled out, not really making much sense.

"Look at it this way, now, you're gonna do well on your test." (y/n) said to cheer him up. Henry perked up a bit, but then let out a loud, girly shriek. He looked a Ray in fright, as (y/n) grinned at the outburst.

"Why did I just--" he began.

"Another side effect." The woman said tentatively.

"Sometimes you'll scream like--" Henry cut him off with another screech.

"--a girl." Ray finished.

"Just for a few days, no biggie." (y/n) was also trying to convince herself that everything would be okay.

"Oh, so I'm a girl like a days for a few screams. Wait." The word mixing was back. And then, Henry released another ear-shattering shout.

"You guys wanna get lunch?" Ray said to distract them all from Henry's problem.

"Yeah." (y/n) quickly agreed, walking over to the snack machine with Ray, who wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"What?" Henry just looked at them, as they walked away from his issues.

~Henry's school~

Henry was concentrating on the history lecture Miss Shapen was giving, ensuring he wrote down everything she said. He had just finished his sentence, when the bell rang, symbolising the end of the lesson.

"Okay, everyone, get out." Miss Shapen didn't have much love for her students.

"Henry, may I see you?" She called out to the boy, who was hoping he hadn't done something wrong.

"Yeah sure. What's up?" He slung his backpack over his shoulder and went over to her desk. Charlotte decided to wait for him at the door. His teacher looked at him with a proud smile.

"Your grade." She said, passing him his test.

"100, I makeup test on my got?" Henry said, all in the wrong order.

"I mean, I got 100 on my makeup test?" Henry quickly corrected himself, before Miss Shapen was too weirded out.

"You answered every question perfectly." She complimented him.

"Awesome." Henry smiled before he let out one of his girl screams.

"That was inappropriate." Miss Shapen and Charlotte stared at him with a concerned face.

"I just got excited." Henry tried to explain.

"I'm proud of you Henry, I'd give you a hug if it wouldn't get me fired." His teacher gave him a rare compliment.

"Thanks."

"Have a good weekend." That was all Miss Shapen said.

"Too you." Henry shook his head at his incorrect words but resumed walking to Charlotte by the door, who congratulated him on his result.

"Where were you yesterday? You weren't in class." Dang, Charlotte was too smart for her own good.

"I go to had somewhere." He lied, confusing his friend.

"One more time?" She requested,

"I had... to go somewhere. Nailed it!" Henry spoke slowly, so he could speak correctly. He was glad he managed to say something right until he shrieked. Again. Charlotte jumped back from him.

"You later see." He quickly left the classroom, not wanting to do anything else odd, leaving Charlotte utterly confused as he let out more screams in the hall.

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In the middle of the night, a little 11-year-old girl was trying to unlock the door of her small room with a playing card sneaking into the living room carefully not to wake anyone she looked at the clock on the wall to see the time 11: 58 she is just on time she walked to the window with her little bag that has everything she needs for the night and gets out of it her small whiteboard with a board eraser and a black maker she then got 3 pebbles out of her bag and opened the living room window that was in the face of the window of the Dursleys and throw one pebble and waited a bit to see two familiar emerald eyes and a bright smile she didn't waste any more time and started writing on her whiteboard

(Y/n) : Hey (≧∇≦)/

Harry: Hey, why didn't you come visit today?

It was their way to talk to one another without getting caught by the others so every day at 12: 00 o'clock they talked with the two whiteboards (Y/n) brought for the two to talk at night when they couldn't talk to each other because of the Dursleys or (Y/n)'s grandma they are now talking every day at midnight for almost 4 years

The girl wrote a reply to him quickly

(Y/n) : Oh sorry, I couldn't come over my grandma won't let me out of the house today but here I am!

The boy smiled even more he really liked her she was his only friend the only one who helped him escape the harsh life he was living she was the only person he always looked forward to seeing whenever she made his life brighter with every little thing she do to him makes his heart melt of happiness knowing that he is not alone the last 4 years of them being friends was the best 4 years in his life

Harry: Yeah, but I missed you ಥ_ಥ

(Y/n) : I missed you too, how was your day without me (◍•ᴗ•◍)

Harry: Pretty much the same as always it was really boring (-_-)

The girl laughed at her friend's response but then remembered what she really wanted to do with him today so she erased her writing and replaced it with another one showing it to her friend

(Y/n) : Can you meet me in the backyard of my house now?

Harry: Okay but why and how do I even get there the house door is locked

(Y/n) : Get out of the window be quick I will meet you there bye

And with her writing that she got up from the floor and closed the window and got out quickly but carefully not to wake anyone

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Before I could write something back to her she closed her window and ran outside I followed her getting out of the window. good thing the window wasn't that high so I easily jumped out of it and followed her to the backyard I was surprised when I saw a white blanket laying on the ground with some Sandwiches, fruits and orange juice

but (Y/n) was nowhere to be seen until...

"Boo!" Someone screamed in my ear making me jump back then I heard laughing while I looked back I saw (Y/n) holding her stomach laughing at my reaction I smiled and chuckled a little and then brought her into a hug which she returned almost immediately I then break the hug and looked at her

"Why did you call me here this the first time you made me sneak out of the house you know," I said waiting for my answer she just smiled and took my hand leading me to the blanket she site us down and turned to me

"Well I know that the Dursleys don't allow you to do anything fun or anything you want so I made us this picnic and made sandwiches and some snacks to enjoy and here is one more thing" She stopped talking for a moment looking at me and smiled I smiled back then without breaking eye contact she pulled something from her back I looked at it it was a cake in the shape of a cupcake but 10 times bigger

"I know your birthday is in 6 weeks but I guess I saw that this was the best chance to surprise you," She said she took me by surprise that was the first time she had done something like that I mean yeah she would bring me gifts and we would sneak some sweets in my room and eat it together

"Happy early birthday Harry" She finished and put the cake aside giving me a small box and telling me to open it I opened it to see a framed picture of the both of us laughing together I looked up at her and hugged her tightly

"Thank (Y/n) that means a lot really," I said releasing her from my grip

"No it's ok I like seeing you happy," She said smiling at me

Petuina was banging on Harry's door to unlock

We then stayed for hours talking, eating and laughing with each other we really had fun but then we had to go back I goodbye to her and when I went back to my bedroom I put the picture (Y/n) gave me on my shelf and slept with a smile on my face

"Up. Get up. Now" Yelled Petuina

While Harry was getting up and putting his glasses on Dudley started jumping on the stairs making the room under it sake violently shouting at the boy

"Wake up cousin we are going to the zoo!" Said Dudley running downstairs and going to the dining room but not before pushing Harry back inside the room he was coming from and slamming the door with his foot making the door hit Harry's head Harry got up again and rubbed his head entering the kitchen seeing his aunt and her son rubbing their noses together but they stopped when Harry entered looking at him with disgust

"Why don't you just start cooking breakfast and try not to burn anything" She said to him while he made his way to the kitchen

"Yes Aunt Petunia" Was all that he said

"Mum, did you ask (Y/n) and Freya to come with us to the zoo?" Asked Dudley which got Harry's attention while he was cooking breakfast

"Of course honey they should be here in a minute" Said Petuina

"I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day" Continued Petuina while covering her son's eyes and leading him to where his father was sitting

"Hurry up! bring my coffee boy" Said Vernon while glaring at the boy

"Yes Uncle Vernon," Said Harry politely

Petuina uncovered Dudley's eyes reviling his unsurprised face slowly turning to anger he then looked at his father

"How many are they!?" Asked Dudley

"36 counted them myself," Said Vernon proudly

"36 BUT LAST YEAR I GOT 37!" Shouted Dudley at his father

"Yeah, yeah well some of them are bigger than last year" Said Vernon nervously

"I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE! " Shouted Dudley at him but Petuina put a hand on his shoulder

"No, no no this is what we were going to do he said when we go out we are going to buy you two more presents how is that pumpkin?" Said Petuina trying to calm down her son

Just then the doorbell rang Dudley ran to open the door reviling a familiar (H/c) girl holding two gifts in her hand and smiling brightly

"Happy birthday Dudley sorry Freya is sick she couldn't come over but I bought you your gifts" Said (Y/n)

After she said hi to all the Dursleys she walked outside to the car with Harry

"You look tired" Said Harry

"Well yeah I didn't get much sleep last night I was cleaning the house before my grandma came back" She said tiredly

She opened the door and got into the car waiting for the boy to come too but before he got there his uncle shut the door and pointed at him with his car keys

"I am warning you now boy any funny business at all and you won't have any meals for a week get in" He said glaring at him

Harry just got in the car as he was told (Y/n) was sitting between both of the boys she was talking with Dudley when Harry came in she looked at him and smiled sadly at him she heard what Vernon said to him and made a mental note to herself

'Make sure to bring Harry dinner every day for the next week'

"Hey are you alright" She asked

"Yeah I am fine don't worry about it" He smiled at her

They all arrived at the zoo (Y/n) was walking beside Harry before Dudley took her hand dragging her to the entrance even though Dudley was a mean, rude and spoiled boy he liked the company of the girl he and his family acted a little nicely to Harry when she is around trying to show how they are the perfect family of course.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦'𝑠 𝑃𝑂𝑉 ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

All of us were walking until Dudley stopped in front of a snake so we all stopped there with me standing between Dudley and (Y/n). Dudley was getting impatient he wanted the snake to move

"Make it move" Said Dudley to his father without looking at him so Uncle Vernon knocked on the glass that was separating us from the snake

"Move" ordered Uncle Vernon reserving nothing from the snake now Dudley was angry and started shouting at it while banging on the glass

"Move!" He shouted which was getting on my nerves so I yelled at him

"He's asleep!"

"Boring" Replied Dudley and he turned away with his parents

I looked to my left and saw (Y/n) smiling at me and I smiled back at her then she looked back at the snake and started talking to him

"Sorry about that," She said and I continued

"Yeah sorry about him he doesn't understand what it's like lying there day after day watching press their ugly faces in on you" Then the snake winked at us and I felt (Y/n)'s hand on my shoulder I looked at her she was surprised as I am so now I know that I am not going mental or something

"Can you hear us?" I asked the snake and he nodded

I then looked at (Y/n) and she looked at me we chuckled and looked back at the snake who was now bringing his head up to look at us

"It's just we have never talked to a snake before," I said then (Y/n) asked him

"Do you only-- do you talk to people often?" She asked him but he shook his head

I looked at her while she was talking to the snake I could still hear her talk but my main focus was on her and a smile made its way to my face unconditionally

"You are from Bruma, aren't you? Was it nice there? do you miss your family?" She said and then the snake pointed with his head to something so she moved her head to my direction and held eye contact for a second then she looked at a sign beside me I looked at it and it said "Bred in captivity" Then at the snake and said

"I see, that's us as well we never meet our parents"

Then Dudley came and pushed me to the ground

When Harry looked up to see (Y/n) by his side looking for injuries

"Are you ok, did you hurt yourself? do you have any injuries?" She asked in a worried tone

After nodding to her Harry could only look at Dudley angrily and then something unexpected happened while Dudley was putting both of his hands on the glass it disappeared and the boy fell in and the snake slowly got out the two friends gasped and looked at each other backing a little until the snake slid in front of Harry

"Thanksss~," Said the snake

Back at the Dresley's they all came in except for (Y/n) who had gone to her own home Petuina and Dudley got in then Vernon got in with Harry and grabbed his hair harshly

"Anytime" Replied Harry then the snake started sliding away scaring more people then Dudley tried to get out to where he was only to find that the glass was back he started to panic, screaming and banging on the glass from inside calling for his mother both of Harry and (Y/n) couldn't help but laugh at the scene in front of them I mean who could blame them Dudley sure deserves what happened to him but their laughs and chuckles stopped when Vernon glared at Harry

"What happened?!" Asked Vernon angrily at Harry

"I swear I don't know!" Replied the boy

"One minute the glass was there and then it was gone it was like magic!" He continued only for Vernon to growl at him more and lock him up in the stairs room

"There is no such thing as magic" And with that Vernon closed the small window at the door and walked away

#oc #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #harry potter #fanfic #Spotify

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snowbabys · 2 years

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Promp 4 and 11 with Hee please

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a/n: here it is 🥺 also sorry for the rushed end, i'm sleepy 🥺🥺

4. "Did you sleep well? ...I know, I saw." + 11. "Why do you look so scared?"

tw/warning: mentions of food and eating, messy sleep schedules (?).

Heeseung was the cute cashier of a convenience store a block away from your dorm. You've been crushing on him since he started working there, about 3 months ago, and what once were casual midnight walks to grab a snack on a white night became a habit of eating ramen at 3:30 am while sharing a coke with him. There weren't many people doing groceries at night, so it was the perfect opportunity to talk to him and drink at his features while he was distracted with his food or even with the usual sleepwalking customer.

"So we had to rewrite the whole thing 'cause he misread the initial theme," Heeseung finished off with a huff, drained as he restocked the chip shelf with the packages you promptly handed him; even after a few complaints from Heeseung, you were more than happy to help open boxes and carry products around with him.

You barely captured the full story, only paying attention to how his lips moved and how often they touched while he spoke, hypnotized by the pinkish gloss on them and hardly catching on how he had to bend a bit more to take a chip from you. His eyes went up and down tiredly, concentrated on his work and oblivious to your stare.

"Well, that sounds tiring," you state, still in trance with the curve the corner of his lips made as he cracked a smile, your voice barely audible, causing him to blush when he noticed you focused on nothing but him. Heeseung let out a dreamy sigh and shrugged.

"So what about you?" His voice sounded softer and lower than before, velvety notes embellishing his worried words. "Did you sleep well?" You couldn't see his face when he looked up at the shelf to tidy up the chips in a straight line, now having the best view of his nape and working back muscles under the store's blue uniform.

It wasn't news to him about your messed-up sleep schedules, and he didn't care much about it, his wasn't the best either. It was a good thing he had someone else to spend the night with. But it wasn't like he didn't care about you at all, as he insisted you go to sleep as soon as you got back to your dorm - it just wasn't the easiest task to sleep while the world around you was fully awake.

"Yeah, decently..." you looked down at the almost empty box. You were tired, in all honesty, and considered for a long time if you should give yourself some rest instead of visiting tonight, but just listening to Heeseung's honey-like voice on your arrival was enough to make you satisfied with your choice. You could listen to him talk for ages.

"I know, I saw," Heeseung let out a satisfied hum, and you heavily questioned your ears, uncertain about what they had caught. Did he say he saw your sleep? Or were you way too tired that his words morphed into something else?

Looking up at him, you found him still distracted with the colorful packages, but he was quick to feel your stare and turn to you again.

"Did you just say...?"

"Yeah," he gave you a smug smirk, looking down as a reddish tone crept up his cheeks and ears. "You look so cute while you're asleep." His voice was no more than a low whisper.

"Is that a joke?" You asked with a half-hearted smile, trying your best to find the fun in that. Heeseung only took the box from your hands and began playing with the cardboard ends while thinking of an answer.

"No. Why would it be?" He anticipated a reply, but at the piercing sound of silence and disturbing lack of movement, he shyly glanced back at you, eyebrows knitted in confusion when he met wide eyes. "Why do you look so scared?"

"I-I have to go now," you hurriedly took your phone from your pocket and tried to flee.

Heeseung sighed wearily, dissatisfied that the conversation had taken this turn and mostly irritated because he expected more and thought so highly of you. It was disappointing that you reacted just like all the others.

"Sorry, not gonna happen."

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#enhypen yandere #yandere enha #yandere heeseung #yandere au #enhypen au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #kpop yandere #enhypen yandere au #heeseung x reader #yandere!heeseung x reader #lee heeseung #enhypen

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thebestofoneshots · 8 months

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★ star :: marauders era

FIRST OF ALL CONGRATS FOR 400!!! WELL DESERVED + i hope i am doing this thing right, i am sorry i hope this star symbol wasn't necessary i couldn't find it on my keyboard and i am a bit lazy to search it up on google 😭 (nevermind i found it but it's filled)

so okay i am kinda smart to be honest and i am one of the top students in class. i like to read and write things AND listen to music (I LOVE ABBA, TAYLOR AND QUEEN SO SO MUCH) i am kinda anxious but it's mostly about grades i guess, I haven't really seen it's social effect but when i am new at somewhere *alone*, i just got nervous. i am passionate about things i love and i like to speak — A LOT especially if that person is someone i find comfort witg. + i am an emotional baby and delulu.

I LOVE TO SING especially at midnight even though i don't know the lyrics and my voice sucks lmaoo AND i am a bit impatient and can get overwhelmed easily. i am cheerful and my laugh is incredible + i say 'aha' WAY TOO MUCH, my friends and even some of my teachers tease me about it 😭 aand i love adventures lmaoo even though i can get scared. sometimes i can be touchy.

i get embarrassed so easily and i can't open up easily, i just feel embarrassed all of a sudden and it's totally okay if someone opens up to me but when i do it, i feel myself like pick me, i don't know. + i think i am ambivert.

I HOPE THIS IS NOT CRINGE 😭😭 LOVE YOU, STAY SAFE 🫶🏻🫶🏻❤️‍🔥

(i am sorry if its a bit long)

"TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" is currently closed but we will have a similar event when we reach our next milestone, so stay tuned <3

Not cringe at all, love, and I ship you with our dear Moony. I feel like you just have so much in common you'd make the perfect couple.

Since you were not from the same generation as the boys, at first you limited yourself to admiring the Remus from afar. You marveled at the way he stayed calm and cool when his best friends were all so loud and obnoxious. You didn’t dislike them or anything like that, you just really admired the contrast.

One day, you were talking to your friends about how smart and handsome you thought he was, and Sirius was passing by; he heard almost the entire thing and decided it’d be his mission to unite you and Remus. You were definitely Moony’s type anyway. That's how he eneded up being the first one to approach you.

“You’re the one that created that popular Queen mixtape, aren’t you?”

“Aha,” you said with a polite smile, “Dangerous.”

“My friend Moony is obsessed with it, it’s brilliant, we should hang out sometime.”

Sirius was committed. So committed he somehow got you to join the study group he didn’t even attend by making you befriend Lily Evans. Even your classmates started teasing you for hanging out with the big kids all the time now and would often joke about you being Sirius’ pet. Which was ridiculous because if anything, Sirius was the pet in the relationship. He was the one always following you around, and you were too polite to say anything to him. But you also had several things in common so you quickly became good friends.

You’d gotten this assignment in which you had to work with a very elaborate Transfiguration essay and practical spell, and you were having the hardest time planning it. So much so that during the study group, you asked Lily for help.

“Remus!” she said.

“Remus?” you asked nervously.

“Yeah, he’s great at Transfiguration. He helped me on the same project last year; you should ask him.”

You gulped but nodded, approaching the boy that had occupied your thoughts so many times thus far. You cleared your throat, “Hey, Remus!”

“Hey, Luv!” he said as he rested the book he was reading on the table and looked at you; you almost fainted with the way he said "Luv."

Remus knew who you were; Sirius hadn’t stopped teasing him about you since the moment you first met.

“I– um… Lily said you’d be able to help me with my Transfiguration homework. Of course, if you can’t, that’s okay, but I’m having a really hard time and–“

“–I’d love to,” he responded calmly, his voice ever so soothing.

Over the course of the project, Remus worked closely with you. In fact, he probably paid a little more attention to you than he would to anyone else. He really, really liked the way you laughed, even if he didn’t think his jokes were all that good. And since he was a rather quiet person, he also liked listening to you talk. Especially when you were talking about a new book you’d found.

“What are you doing, darling?” he asked one day as he approached you from behind. You'd gotten a free hour and took out your writing notebook to write a little story that had somehow slipped into your head.

“Just writing a little thing,” you said, closing the notebook and turning to him. “We can start studying if you want to…”

He smiled and sat in the chair next to yours, resting his head on his hand as he looked at you, an adoring look in his eyes. “But tell me about your story first.”

“Well, it’s nothing really, just a little thing I was daydreaming about.”

“If you made it, then it must be something,” he said. “Will you let me read it?”

“I– erm…” you started. Remus smiled mischievously and took it from your hands. He was about to open it when you spoke again. “No wait…”

You reached for it, but he had faster reflexes and pulled the notebook away from your grasp. You jumped to try and get it but slipped and ended up falling over Remus. He held you with both hands to steady you; you could feel your notebook pressed against your arm as you stared at each other, heads inches apart. You were trying to catch your breath, and you felt his hand grabbing onto you so securely you blurted out, “Remus, wouldyouwanttogooutwithme?”

The boy tensed, and you took that as a negative sign, pulling back from him and sitting back in your chair. “I… Sorry, please forget what I said. I was just… talking, you know I talk too much anyway… Maybe it just got in my head because of what I was writing about. I–“

“–I would,” he interrupted.

“Sorry, what?!” you turned to him, surprised.

He smiled. “I’d love to go out with you."

A/N: Hope you like this luv, sorry for taking soooo long to finish it, hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writting it. Remus is so soft and soothing I love my big boy sm uffff...

Sending you great vibes, Lilly xxx

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