#nor do I have a car so uh. yea

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Task for the day: Get these books (and hopefully more) on the bookstore

[kaylalovesmaneskin]

The waiters

A/n:hey guys it been awhile since I posted buttt I just wanna say that is story was inspired by a pov that I had saw on TikTok that really had me thinking for an idea for this story and ALSO DID YALL LISTEN TO RUSH BRO IT SUPER AMAZING AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH LIKE IT 😍🙌 wellllll with that being said I hope you enjoy this story yall. Tag list: @ellior1111

Parings:Damiano David & Ethan Torchio &Fem!reader

Warrings:daddy kink,choking ,swearing threesomes, masterbating,knife kink/play handcuffs,blindfolded, ice cubes, dirty talk, ,blowjob and a whole lot of smuts and etc

Summary: you couldn't pay to tip your waiters so ur going to have to find another way..

“Hey y/n do you want to go out to that new restaurant that opened in town today.” Your best friend had asked you “certo, perché no.” You had answered back. You heard about this new restaurant by your mom and sister that is was the best and the food was amazing and the waiters were super sexy and hot according to your sister. (Fast forward to like 7-8 pm) “ hey y/n sei pronto per partire.” You friend yelled to you as walking over to your room. “sì, dammi solo un minuto, mi sto truccando e pettinando.” You said to her looking at you self in the mirror while applying you eyeliner on and putting some perfume on. ”hey bestie cosa ne pensi.” You said calling over her to you while you looking at your self in the mirror. You like the way the black dress really made you figure stick out and how your makeup match perfectly with you outfit it made you feel badass. “porca merda sì/no hai un aspetto fottutamente tosto damm sei bellissima chissà dal tuo aspetto potresti trovarti un appuntamento.” She said walking into your room and being stuck in her tracks. You where never the type to actually dress up and look sexy all the time. “Thank you now shall we leave I think we have a dinner to get to.” You said grabbing your coat and your phone and keys. “Si let go I can’t wait.”

Finally you guys had arrived at the restaurant you both stepped out of your friend car and walked into the restaurant. “Wow this place is amazing.” You said to your friend. “I know right it is beautiful.” She said back at you. You both walked up to the host who was at the entrance and he had instantly caught your eye. Your eyes gaze over to where his name tag was and it read d.damiano what a sexy name . “Y/n y/n girl” your friend snapped you out of your thoughts. “Uh um yea what happened.” You said looking at her confused. “You been looking at him for the last 4 minutes ooo I think you like him.” Your friend has whisper into your ear. “Well I think your friend here is pretty good looking to.” Damiano finally spoke up winking at you . “Oooo y/n look he thinks you are cute.” Your friend said lightly punching your shoulder. “Stop umm woah this is the first and worst interaction I have ever had in my life but umm I would like a table for two please.” You said blushing a lot. “Right this way cutie.” Damiano said grabbing two menus. “Here is you table your waiter will be here in a few minutes.” He said “t-thank you.” You said struggling to make a sentence you never had been this flustered before. ”y/n you know I think I can see you and that guy having something.” She said smirking at you. “Nun uh not in a million years it was just a stupid interaction.” “Yeah right that so totally why when we walked in you immediately started staring at him with those “even tho I just meet you fuck me already” eyes.” Your friend said laughing at you.

“Woah woah listen that a little to much don’t you think.” You said in such a awkward tone because even tho you didn’t want to admit it may be your friend was right. “si/n è passato un anno dall'ultima volta che hai avuto un ragazzo devi almeno provare a fare di un ragazzo il migliore amico o trovarti un ragazzo è ora ragazza.” Your friend told you. You have to admit she is right it just you didn’t want to be in a relationship nor ready to have one but you will try but the thing is that you liked being independent and not having to relying on a man and especially ones that are low life abusers and fucking cheaters.(you were referring to your ex boyfriend) “lo so lo so ma non so se sono pronto voglio dire che amo stare da solo e non voglio rivivere quell'esperienza.” You told her before she could respond there was this hot sexy looking waiters was at your table he had really really long and black and lovely hair that you ever seen. “ciao ragazze, mi chiamo ethan, sono il vostro cameriere per oggi, quindi c'è qualcosa con cui potrei iniziare voi ragazze?” He spoke with such elegant and some what sexual tone in his voice as he made eye contact with you and your friend.”buongiorno signore um si vorrei le fettuccine al pomodoro. con un bicchiere di vino per favore.” Your friend spoke as she read the name of the meal she wanted to ethan. “okay okay questa è una buona scelta e tu amore mio cosa vorresti.” He said “io.. io umm vorrei.. come il Carpaccio e anche un g..bicchiere di vino.” You said really shyly. “è che tutte le donne.” “Si that will be all for Now thank you.” Your friend said. “Okay your wait time will be about 18-20 minutes.” He said. “Si si.” Your friend respond back. Then Ethan had walked away from your table. “Ok, sì, ragazza, devi parlare con uno di quei ragazzi come una ragazza che non hai mai avuto due ragazzi che flirtano con te DUE VOLTE IN UNA NOTTE TI FANNO CAPIRE NEL GIOCO RAGAZZA.” You bestie yelled at you but not that loud. “Okay okay but I’m scared I literally actually like a fool in front of them.” “Y/n you need to stop putting your self down you are so beautiful, smart, wonderful, Talented any guy would be lucky to have you you just have to see that inside your self.” You friend said holding your hands making you look at her. “T..thanks that is really really the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me ever.” “Well I am glad to be the first.”

“Well that got emotional really quickly but I am going to use the restroom I’ll be right back.” You said getting up and out of your chair. You started to walk around to look for the bathroom then when you wasn’t looking you had bumped into the Damiano guy for earlier. “Oh shit fuck I am sorry.” You said apologizing maybe if you didn’t have your face in your phone you wouldn’t have bumped into him and drop the plates of food he had in his hand. “It alright love are you okay cazzo I got this all over your lovely dress.” He said helping you clean your dress off he had one of his hands on your hip and the other one with a napkin. You didn’t know what you was feeling but you were definitely having a million butterflies in your stomach as he help clean your dress off. “Anddd done I am truly sorry about that.” Damiano kept on apologizing to you. “No it fine it my fault should had been looking when I was walking and let me help it the least I can do.” You said getting on your knees with a napkin trying to clean his shoes and his pants off. “No please amore mio it fine you really don’t have to….” Before he could finish his sentence he had stop talking just to look at how pretty you look underneath him then all of a sudden Ethan your waiter saw the both of you and walked over to yall. “che cazzo sta succedendo qui.” He said looking at the both of you. Once you heard his voice you quickly got up and stand beside Damiano. “ beh, guarda cosa è successo è che questa bella ragazza era su di lei era in bagno e lei mi ha urtato e ha combinato un casino, quindi ha fatto la cosa giusta e mi ha aiutato a pulirlo come una brava ragazza che è.” He said looking over at you. “Umm yeah that’s what happened.” You said you face was super red like the tomato sauce. “beh, è ​​bello sapere che questa brava ragazza pulisce il suo casino, forse lo farà più tardi, ma tesoro, la tua amica ha dovuto andarsene e ha pagato il suo pasto tra l'altro.” Ethan said tilling your chin to look at him. “I-I should get back to my table.” You said speed walking to your table. What the fuck did he mean later ugh man up y/n you are going to flirt with these guys like Elliot said .

You had ate your food while texting you bestie Elliot about what happened. “Umm I am ready for my bill.” You said calling Ethan over to your table. “Si on it.” He said walking over to the register to get you receipt. “Here you go.” He said as he handed you the bill. “Umm so like this might sound weird but can I get yours and you co workers number.” You said with the little bit of confidence you had left. “Sure sweetheart I’ll get that for you.” He winked at you walking away. Holy shit you thought to yourself. As you get the money to pay for your food Ethan was making his way to find dami. “ehi damiano conosci quella ragazza che hai incontrato?” “si che mi dici di lei.” “beh, sono andato a darle il conto che ha chiesto di me e del tuo numero.” “oh davvero mi chiedo cosa stia combinando.” “dami e se avesse combinato qualcosa, sai cosa intendo.” “vero vero ma aspettiamo solo di vedere cosa dosa voglio dire che è davvero sexy sembra che piagnucoli.” Dami winked at him. “dami basta che mi dia solo il tuo numero.” Ethan said to him. “ok ok qui.” Damiano said while writing his number on a napkin and then giving it to Ethan so he could write his number to. (Meanwhile back to you ) Ethan came back with the napkin and placed it on the table all he was left to see was no you but a napkin with your number on it and the cash for your food put there was no tip. “cazzo ha pagato una mancia ugh qualunque cosa gliela faremo pagare ora che ho il suo numero.” Ethan said under his breath.

Meanwhile with you, you where in a taxi on your way back to your house. “Shit fuck I didn’t even get their number but I left mine.” You said putting your head in your hands. A few minutes you finally got to your house and took your heels off then went to sit on your bed then all of a sudden you got a Text from a random number. “Holy shit shit shit what if it is the Ethan guy oh my fucking god okay y/n don’t panic you don’t even know if it is him.” (This is not a real number btw )

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unknown number:hey cutie it me Ethan the guy from the restaurant I just wanted to tell you that you forgot to pay your tip but it fine.

You: oh fuck look I am sorry I just got scared about asking you and your friend for your number I just scared and left

Unknown number :oh I see well love you don’t have to pay your tip but you can pay me and my friend in a other way 😏

You:oh really and what will that be

Unknown number:just give me your address and you will see how

You:oh really my address is 6659 Angeles avenue (not a real place)

Unknown number:Ill come and see you when I am done with my shift bye bye sweetheart

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Holy shit there no fucking way that he actually coming but i will just have to wait and see but for now I’m going to take a bath my mind is a mess right now. You thought to yourself. You got up from your bed and walked over to your dresser and pulled out a set of pj’s and walked over to the bathroom. You were in your bathroom and you close the door and turn on the water then when to take your clothes off. You went to sit in your bathtub your mind was racing a hundred miles a minute you close your eyes to let mind wander for a little. When your mind was wondering you could help that you had this image in you head that you were handcuffed to your bed with a blindfolded on and Ethan was running and Knife down from you boobs down to you stomach while dami was tracing you body with an ice cube. As you were getting these dirty thoughts in your head your hand made it way down to your pussy and you started to rub your clit fast while moaning like crazy. “Shit fuck the things you guys do to me.” You moaned. As you continue to play yourself you started to feel a familiar feeling in your core as you rubbing your clit fast. And a minute or two later you had came after playing with yourself and letting out the loudest pornography moan ever. “Oh shit fucckk.” You moaned loudly. After coming down from your high you had gotten up from the bath and turn on the shower and brushed your teeth and washed up and gotten out the shower.

As you came you the shower you had walked into your room to find a damiano and a Ethan sitting on your bed waiting for you. “Holy shit w-what the fuck are you to doing here.” You screamed at them “well darling you told me to come over after I was done with work.” Ethan said making eye contact with you and then staring at you body that in a towel. As you noticed ethan and dami eyes wonder on your body you decide to say something to them. “Well umm yall know that I can see you looking at me with those “just come over here and let me take that towel off of you and let me fuck you eyes.” You said looking at them with a smirk. “Well pretty lady we could make that happen.” Dami had spoken up. The next that happen was dami had gotten up from the bed pinning you against the wall Kissing you so hard that it leaves your knees weak and your body is pressed up against dami’s as you struggles to keep your lips on dami’s all times. Dami had pulled away from you. "I love it when you act all controlling like that knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me.” Dami said to you. “You know dami i want you to press my face into a pillow and make me scream.” You said making strong eye contact with him. “Well you stay right there little lady and how about I allow Ethan to get some action since you are the one who had been eye fucking him all day.” Ethan got up from the bed and walked over to you and looking you in the eyes for you permission to take off your towel and you had nodded in a yes for him to go ahead. He took your towel off of you and started to make his hands run Down to your boobies massaging them. “You know y/n Eye-fucking me all day, isn’t and won’t help you right now.” He said pining your arms above of you head then kissing you. After he said that you were A nervous and a blushing mess who can't properly function. "I have barley even touched you yet, why are you falling apart so easily?" Ethan said whisper into you ear. You breathe had hitched and he had noticed it. Ethan had picked you up and laying you down on the bed. “Listen y/n im and just gonna do a few things all you have to do is trust me okay.” Ethan had reassured you. “Yes daddy.” You Wimper back. “Y/n honey come lay down but first I am going to had to cover your eyes.” Dami said taking a black bandanna and using it to cover your eyes. Then Ethan had took some long chained handcuffs and tied your hands up. Now it was time for Ethan to take control. Hungerily ripping apart his clothes and getting on the bed then he started to bite at your neck and thighs as soon as he was on the bed. Ethan’s hands made their way down to you pussy and he had insert one finger into you area you had moaned loud. “Mmm fuck.” You couldn’t see anything so right now your body was really sensitive. “Please Ethan.” You wined “aww look Ethan poor little y/n is begging for you.” Dami mocked “awe y/n love is there something you want.” Ethan said to you. “I need more.” You said crying and tugging at the cuffs. “More what daring.” Dami said. “I need a more another finger please please.” You cried tears rolling down your cheeks. "Aww is baby crying? There there, that feels good doesn't it?" Dami said inserting on of his fingers in to your pussy. Dami and Ethan moved there fingers in and out of you stretching you out for the real game. They both continue to finger you while you tugged on the cuffs and moaning like a mess. After a few more minutes of them finger you you felt the need to cum and you told them. “E-Ethan d-dami I- have to Cumm.” You cried out loud. “Okay princess give us a minute.” Ethan told you. Purposely turning you on just for them to be edging but they never planned one letting you get too stimulated. The both of them Watching you desperately trying to hold yourself together for the rest of the night. They pulled there fingers out of you before you got to cum. “W-what the fuck.” You said in a made tone . “Oh dear bad girls don’t get to cum nun uhu they must listen to what daddy says.” Ethan said “okay okay I promise I will be a good girl.” You wined.

“Oh sweetheart don’t think it will be that easy.” Dami hissed. “If you want to cum then your are going to have to beg.” Ethan said. “Please please please I’ll do anything just please let me cum.” You beg and beg and beg. “Mmm dami what do you think do you think she deserves it.” “Yea let give it to her.” “Okay princess I am going to uncuff you and take you blindfolded off.” Ethan said. “Okay yes sir.” Ethan had grabbed the key for the handcuffs and uncuffed you and then took off your blindfolded. “Now baby since I am going to be nice and let you cum but there one thing tho you can cum tho until I say so but with that being said this cock isn’t going to suck it self now.” Ethan said looking at you in the eyes making sure you heard his message. “Yes sir.” You had walked over to Ethan to were he was sitting on the couch with his legs spread open. You got down in front of him. “Oh y/n look what you do to me .” Ethan moaned . You pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung free. “Omfg y/n you think you can handle that much.” Dami said with his eye on Ethan dick. “I-it’s i-.” You said you were so stunted by his length that so was dami to. You went to put your hair in a ponytail but then all of a sudden dami grabbed you hair in to a fist full of it. “Don’t worry about this princess I got this little problem now go suck off Ethan he doesn’t like waiting.” Dami said to you, you began to take Ethan’s tip of his dick into your mouth and you began to tease him because of how he teased you earlier. “Y/n stop teasing me so fucking much or else.” “Oh else what bicth.” You bite back “if I was you y/n I would watch my mouth.” Dami said. “You better watch your fucking mouth or you will be so so sorry.” Ethan said grabbing you by the neck and bring you back to the bed. “You know you little cum slut you look so pretty with my hands around your neck.” Ethan whisper into your ear. You moaned at his words. Ethan began to put one of your legs over his shoulder and he took his dick and spit on his hands and stroking himself a few times then inserting himself into your pussy. “Oh fuck Ethannn.” You moaned. He started to trust in and out of you over and over. He had smack your ass really hard making you yelp. “I love the way you look when I am inside of you.” Ethan moaned. “Mmmm holy shit fuck.” You screamed Ethan became to trust really harder because he was close to coming and so where you. “Fuck Ethan I’m close.” “Hold it well cum together baby.” Two more trust from Ethan and he was cumming deep inside you filling you up the the brim. He had said inside of you for a few more minutes before he had took his dick out of you and all the warmth you felt before is now gone but now you have another problem to worry about.

“Oh dear y/n if you thought what Ethan did to you was bad then you have a whole nothere problem.” Dami said smirking at you. Ethan had got off of you and bed leaving you there so now that dami could take care of you. dami had begun teasing you. god, he was in love way you throw their head back in pleasure. "open wide for me, love, will you?" Dami said looking at you. Dami pulling on your collar he had for you so tight and he began to nibbling on your lips, so that you lose composure and moan in dami’s mouth. "fuck you, dami." "we're already on it, aren't we, sweetie.” He said smirking at you. You began to hesitate, gulping, visibly nervous. Dami then say, eyes fluttering to yours, "if you're uncomfortable..pull away." to that, you move closer to him. You both started kissing each other hard and passionate. Dami started to kiss you from you neck Down and with every kiss that trails your body leaves you wanting more. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you forget that Ethan’s name." Dami said smirking and looking up at you. You accidentally moan a little too loud, and dami smirk, feeling bold. “Spread your pretty little legs open for me baby.” And you did as he said. He looks at you between you legs and goddamit did he look super sexy there you want him to stay there for every. “Oh my y/n honey you are super wet." Dami Said between you legs from his words alone you had vibrations going on throughout your hole body then dami had being to lick you pussy you had moaned really loud .dami said "god, moan louder." and you are now suddenly a mess, blushing, fumbling, whimpering, crying out loud as damiano continues to eat you out. You were on the verge of cumming. “Oh fuck dami I am about to cum shittt.” You moaned. “Yes princess cum into my mouth and scream my name so everyone knows who is making you fell good.” “OH fuck damiiiii.” You screamed. You felt the coil inside of you snap and you had came into damiano mouth. Dami had said between your legs for a few more minutes then he had gotten up. Ethan had came back over the bed where you and damiano was at the both got up and when to the bathroom to get clean up and bring back a warm towel to clean you up.

All of yours hair is messy, sheets messed up, you all lay near each other, heavily breathing and all you can think of is cuddling them. and you find their hands pulling your waist closer to their body. You lay in the middle between them and they both gave you a kiss on the four head “good night boys.” “Good night y/n.” They both said. You all fell asleep peacefully and safe and sound. THE END

A/n as of now :Holy shit YALK DONT KNOW HOW LONG THIS FUCKING STORY TOOK TO MAKE I AM SUPER SORRY ABOUT THR WAIT AND SHIT I HAVING MEANT TO POST THIS ON JANUARY 19 OR 20 BUT THAT NOT HOW THIS WAS PLANNED I STARTED WRITING THIS ON THE THE 13TH SO THAT WHY IT TOOK ME SK LONG BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS ONE AND I WILL BE HAVING MORE UPDATES COMING SOON BYE BYW LOVES ❤️❤️

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Into Another World - Mha x Reader

Chapter 7: First Impressions

A/n - Here's another chapter for you all!

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h/s = hair style

h/c = hair color

f/s = favorite snack

t/n = teacher's name

e/c = eye color

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4 Days later - April 5th 

Time: 7:00 am

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Putting my hair in a h/s, I check myself over in the full-length mirror in my room. I’m wearing the middle school uniform that they’ve provided me with, the black skirt, blazer, white shirt underneath, and a nice tie. Honestly, I don’t look too bad. 

“Y/n! It’s almost time to go!”

“Coming mom!”

Grabbing my backpack on the way out of my room, I close my door and head downstairs where the fresh scent of pancakes fully awakens me. Upon reaching the main floor, I go into the kitchen and sit down, putting my backpack down beside my seat as I dig into the pancakes and drink my glass of milk.

After the dinner at the Midoriya’s and heading home, the next few days were spent organizing and putting things in its place here at home. My parents would mostly move in all the big stuff and head off to work while I would be in charge of just placing it where mom told me where it would look best. We pretty much finished placing everything yesterday, so it was nice to finally have a ‘complete’ house now.

The last few days were also pretty fun, Izuku and I would text or call over the phone for a few hours and we hung out for a while as well. Of course, I never forgot about Shinsou, we talked over the phone as well and I eventually told him about Izuku and he seemed chill about it because I was finally “spreading my wings' ', he isn't wrong about that though. Joking or not, I was actually practicing more in the aspect of trying to fly with my hornet wings, but I guess I’m not used to them yet, mostly, I end up in bushes when trying them out.

“It’s 7: 30, we should get going before you're late on your first day Y/n.” my mother said as she started to put her shoes on at the door, grabbing her car keys, she adds. 

“I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Getting up, I put my dirty dishes into the dishwasher and wash my hands. I then go and grab my bag and start to put on my shoes. Hearing a honk from a car outside, I grab my phone and headphones and shove them in my bag as I rush out the door and enter my mom’s car.

“What took you so long? I have a meeting in a few minutes, and I can’t be late y/n, you know this.”

“I know, sorry mom. I’ll be faster next time.”

The car ride was silent the whole way to the school, neither of us saying anything. 

As we got to the front of the building, Emica unlocked the door, and I opened the door and hopped out of the passenger seat. 

“Love you mom!”

“Love you too, now, neither your father nor I will be here to pick you up at the end of the day, we’ll most likely be in Tokyo. I placed some money in your back account if you want to take the train or for food, okay?”

“Okay, thanks mom.”

Right after closing the door, the car went speeding off away from the young teen. She turned around and whispered to herself as she started to walk towards the front door of the building.

“Well, back to hell it is then….”

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Time - 7:40 am

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“-and this is where we usually eat lunch! O-or anywhere really.”

Izuku and I were standing at the entrance of the lunchroom which is also called the common room during the mornings before classes start (they start at 8). We’ve spent the last few minutes with him showing me around the school and where all my classes will be, and he also has the same classes as me so that’s a plus. 

“S-so yea! Those are all your classes, and we can walk together if y-you want! Idon’twantyoutofeelpressuredintothinkingyouhavetowalkwithmeeverydayand-”

“H-hey, Izuku! It’s totally fine, we can walk to class together. Hey, do you want to walk with me after school as well? My parents are going to be at a meeting, and they won’t be able to pick me up.”

“U-uh? Oh! Yea, we can walk together!”

“Okay cool, hey, how about after school you can ask your mom we can hang out and go to the mall or something? We can go and-”

Before finishing my sentence, something just shoves me out of the way and I stumble and trip on my own feet, resulting in falling onto the ground.

“At least I wore leggings, thank go..”

“Oi, move out the way you damn extra! Can’t you see I’m walking here?!”

“Well, who do you think you are huh?” Looking up, I see the one and only Bakugo. Why am I not surprised? Obviously, we’d be in the same school. He seemed to finally recognize who I was based on the pissed off expression on his face.

“You…...”

Midoriya, not wanting his new friend (and his only one at the moment) to get hurt, tried to speak up but as usual, he was shut down.

“Y-y/n, I don’t think-”

“Shut it you damn nerd! And you!”, pointing at the h/c girl,

“You're the damn extra that took my food! Don’t think that you beat me!”

The girl, as per usual, didn’t keep quiet as she talked back at the loud-mouth boy.

“Me? Beat you? No, I didn’t beat you, I practically demolished you in that store. Anything for that bag of f/s I guess.”, while looking proud of herself, the boy in front of her was practically fuming with rage and embarrassment as his ‘friends’ were ‘oohing’.

“Na man, you let a girl beat you?”

“Damn, Bakugo my man, what happened?”

“Shut up! She didn’t beat me damn it!” the blond boy yelled out as the girl stood up. Shortly after standing up, the bell rang indicating the first bell to head to your homeroom.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around! Let's head to homeroom Izuku, we won’t want to be late now, would we?” grabbing hold of Izuku’s forearm, the two of you book it before Bakugo could lose his cool. 

As the two of you speed-walk at first and then walk normally, knowing that Bakugo was long behind, you pay no attention to the two of you, you don’t realize the look on Izuku’s face as you're still holding onto his forearm. 

To say that the boy was embarrassed was an understatement, he was about to explode at this point, his mind was spiraling through a rabbit hole of emotions and thoughts. 

“She’s holding onto my arm, she’s holding onto my arm, she’sholdingontomyarm-”

“Hey Izuku, you cool?”

His mind stopped as he got pulled away from his thoughts and faced the girl who gave him a questioning look on her face. 

“Why, am I-?”

“Y-yea, I’m okay, haha. Just worried that Kachan might have gotten too aggressive with you though...”

“Well, Kachan can go to hell for all I care.”

“Y-y/n! Don’t say that! What if he heard you! A-and Kachan is just a nickname I gave him, you know, since we were friends when we were younger.” the boy exclaimed as he looked in all directions to see if the hot-head was anywhere nearby.

Like the actress you are, you put on a dumbfounded expression and look at Izuku. Even though you know who ‘Kachan’ is, he doesn't know that and would probably seem weirded out if you already knew his name.

“Well, if Kachan is his nickname, what’s his real name?”

“Oh, his name is Bakugo Katsuki.”

Both of you finally enter a classroom full of students already in their seats as the teacher looks over at the two of you in the doorway. 

“Midoriya! You're already late on the first day, do you want to get detention already? Get in your seat.”

The said boy nods and quickly sits himself at one of the desks on the far side of the classroom as some of the students look at him with disgust and others whisper as he passes by. The teacher, otherwise known as Mr. t/n looks over at you and smiles.

“Ah! You must be the new student! Come up to the front and introduce yourself!”

Shuffling and moving yourself to face the front of the class, you stare at them as they stare back and all of a sudden, your anxiety spikes up.

“Why are they looking at me like that? Is my hair weird? Wait, I’m wearing the wrong uniform?! Oh, no I’m not, the other girls are wearing the same one as me…”

Blinking out of your thoughts, you take a small deep breath to calm yourself down and speak with the non-existent confidence you had.

“Hi, my name is L/n Y/n, um, yea that’s my name.”

T/n smiled and looked at the rest of the class. 

“Alright thank you L/n! Now does anyone have any questions?”

One of the students from the front row raised her hand and was called upon.

“Why do you sound weird? When you like speaking and all.”

“Great, new achievement unlocked; being afraid to speak because of the accent.”

Smiling, I respond, “Well, I kind of was exposed to English speakers more when at a young age so I have that so called ‘weird’ American accent.”

Well, it wasn't entirely a lie, I did end up watching more SpongeBob in English than in Japanese when I was younger. 

A few more students asked some other questions and now about 5 minutes have passed, and I want to sit down already. The teacher must have seemed to notice because he stood up and put his hands together.

“Alright students, just one more question and we’ll have to get started with homeroom! Um, yes you!”

The student that was picked was one of Bakugo’s friends on the way back.

“Yea, so like, what’s your quirk?”

“My quirk? Well, my quirk is called Hornet. It’s pretty much what a regular hornet has, I have wings that I can store in my back and pull them out if I need to, I can also make stingers come out of my knuckles.”

To demonstrate, I hold up my right hand up to them and close my hand into a fist, causing jet black spikes to appear from where my knuckles were, after a few seconds, I unclench my fist and they disappear. I chose to hold onto the information on being able to create some poison within each stinger, I chose not to, the reason, I wasn't really sure why yet. 

“I can also shrink myself and grow in height, but I’m still trying to get the hang of it.” 

The class begins to talk amongst themselves while some of the students praise my quirk and tell me how ‘cool’ I am while others, not liking the idea that I was so called ‘better’ then them.

“Wow! That must be an awesome quirk to have!”

“Totally would love to have that power!”

“Huh, imagine being an insect...”

“I know right? Like, I could never!”

T/n then cleared his throat, and the class went silent after a few seconds.

“Alright! Let's get started with homeroom alright. Oh! Y/n, where should I place you? Uhhhhh, there! Right next to Bakugo. Bakugo, could you raise your hand?”

With an irritated expression, he raises his hand, and you see that there’s in fact, an empty seat to his left.

Forcing to move your legs, you walk towards the seat as you pass Izuku who gives you an apologetic smile. Arriving at the desk, you sit in it and cross your arms over your chest. You're about to say something until you hear the teacher say some words that killed you from the inside out.

“Now, these seats will be your assigned seats for the rest of the year!”

 Glancing over at Bakugo who was now to the right of you, looked back at you with a smirk.

“I’m goanna make your life a living hell.”

Putting on a fake smile, you say back sarcastically. 

“Well, isn't this going to be bloody lovely?”

| | | | | | | | Time - 3:00 

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The last bell had just rung, and everyone was leaving the building as you stood in the now empty classroom, waiting for Midoriya to gather his things so you both could leave. 

“So did you mom say yes?”

“Yea she did, I just have to be home before it gets too dark.”

“Oh okay, I’ll text my mom that I’ll be home later as well.”

Pulling out your phone, you text your mom that you’ll be hanging out with Midoriya for a while, after having sent the message she read it and well, just left you to read.

“Ain't no way she left me on read.”

Deciding to deal with it later, you put the phone back into your skirt pocket (thank God they have pockets) and grab your bag from the floor as Midoriya already has his on his back. 

The two friends make their way down the hall and out of the building, lucky enough, didn’t cross paths with a certain blond boy with anger issues.

“Okay Y/n, where are we going?”

“We can go to the mall if you want, or anywhere you want to go, I don’t mind.”

“O-Okay, we can head over to the mall.”

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Time skip - at the mall (because the author is lazy -_-)

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Looking around, the green haired boy and the h/c girl see multiple stores and people all around them. The girl looked at the boy with her e/c and begins to question him.

“So, do you want to go to a specific store or just walk around and let it roll from there?”

“We can just walk around if you want, or do you have a specific store you want to go to?” Midoriya asked as they just stood at the entrance of the mall, waiting for the girl to respond.

“Well, I think I might get some weights from that one workout store, do you mind?”

“N-no of course not! Anywhere is fine y/n!”

“As long as we’re together.”

The girl nods and they both begin to walk into the mall.

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Time skip - 30 minutes later

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After buying some weights from the workout store, they both just began to just talk and walk through different stores that caught their interest, one of the stores being an all-superhero themed store where there’s a bunch of merch of different types of heroes from not only Japan but other countries as well. 

We entered the store and Midoriya’s inner fanboy came out as he started to look at everything and anything about heroes as if he was a child in a candy store.

“I can’t believe they have this much stuff! Oh look! It’s an Edgeshot figure, oh and a documentary on Mirko!”

He held the book and action figure in his hands as he started to talk about the different heroes and all. Setting down the book and figure in their places on the shelf, Midoriya practically drags Y/n throughout the entire store until they enter an entire aisle dedicated to All Might themed stuff. 

We spent the next 30 minutes in that store as Midoriya kept looking at one specific product, an All Might themed hoodie next to other hero hoodies. Finally, we left the store after a while and headed towards the food court near it. 

As I sat down back at our table, waiting for our order of food, I looked towards Izuku in front of me and I got a bright idea. Standing right back up, he looks at me from his phone.

“Y/n, where are you going?”

“Don’t worry Izuku, I’ll be right back in a flash!", running off and leaving the confused green-haired boy at the table, I head towards the Hero-themed store and go towards that one aisle were the All Might hoodie was.

I snatched the hoodie right off the rack, checking to make sure it’s about his size, I made my way back to the front of the store to pay for it until another hoodie from a hero I liked was my all-time favorite hero next to All Might. Ginning, I also snatched the hoodie off its rack, finding it was just my size and finally began to make my way back to the cashier to pay the hoodies off. 

“Thank you young lady and have a good day!”

“Thank you! Have a good day too!”

Leaving the store and making your way back to where Midoriya was probably waiting, you look down at the shopping bags with a smile, hoping that he would like the gift you got him. 

Turning the corner and walking into the food court, you look around to find Izuku grabbing the food and sit back down at the table looking around until he catches your eyes, and you smile and walk over towards him.

“Hey Y/n, where were you?”

Sitting down and giving him one of the shopping bags and smiling as he takes it in his hands with a confused face.

“I got something for you!”

“Y-y/n, you shouldn’t have gotten me anything-”

“Nonsense Izuku, just open it, you’ll love it for sure! Well, hopefully you will…”

The boy gulps and smiles at you with his face turning slightly red as he grips onto the shopping bag. 

“I’ll like anything you g-get me y-y/n.”

“Aww, thanks Izuku! Know, open it!" smiling, you see him go through the bag and his small smile turns into a bigger one when he pulls out the All Might themed hoodie from the bag with stars in his eyes. 

“Oh my god it’s the All Might hoodie I saw at that one store!”

He starts to go on (again) about All Might until he abruptly stops and looks at me. Confusion swept onto my face as I looked back at him.

“Izuku, are you okay? If you don’t like it, I can return it for a different one or-”

“N-no it’s not that y/n, it’s just, you didn’t have to get it for me you know…wait, let me pay you back!”

“No, you're not going to pay me back Izuku, it was a gift.”

“But-”

“Hey, I said keep it, okay? It was my own choice to get it for you so keep it.”, smiling, your smile practically blinded him as he stared at the girl for a few seconds and smiled back, in his mind, he mentally noted how he could repay you back for your kindness one day. 

“I’ll repay you back y/n, one day I will.”

“Thanks Y/n,”

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Time - 6:45 pm

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Walking next to each other, Izuku and Y/n walk down the streets, and the leaves on the trees move with a gentle breeze. As the two walked, the sun had already begun to set despite it being around 7 in the evening, the sky was filled with hues of orange, purple, and pink. The sun was like an orb set on fire and as you both walked past the beach filled with trash, that would soon be one without, so as long Izuku stays on this path of becoming a hero and nothing interferes, including yourself.

“We should really do this again Izuku.”

“Y-yea! We should do this again.”

The boy doesn't know it yet but, the feelings he’s been feeling for the girl ever since he saw her e/c eyes, it wasn't admiration now at this point, but something more. But alas, he was still young and new to the feelings, so he pushed them away for the time being. But sooner or later, he’ll come to realize these feelings for the girl.

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Arriving at his apartment complex a few minutes ago, you both now stand in front of his apartment door as you were the one to walk him home. 

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you then, need your beauty sleep for school tomorrow, right?”

“Yea, you do to Y/n…”, Midoriya said as he opened his apartment door and stepped inside. About to close the door, he looks at the girl who is now walking away from him, without thinking, he speaks his mind.

“Thank you, Y/n.,”

The girl stopped in her tracks and turned around and looked back at him, confusion on her face this time. 

“Thank you? Oh! For the hoodie, right? I told you Izuku, it’s totally-”

“N-no, not for the hoodie…”

“Uh? For what then?”

Midoriya shuffled in place and looked down at his feet, then he looked back up, eyes bright, he stared back at those beautiful e/c eyes full of life.

“Thank you for being with me, for being my friend Y/n. That’s why I’m thanking you.”

Y/n stares right back at him, she then smiles back at him, possibly brighter than the sunset right now.

“It’s no problem Izuku, I’m glad you're my friend as well.”

They stayed like that for a while, staring at each other until Midoriya shook out of his thoughts and focused on you once more. 

“T-Text me when you get home, I want to make sure you got home safe.”

“Sure will Izuku, I’ll see you at school tomorrow!”

“Right, bye Y/n!”

“See ya Izuku!”

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Closing the door behind him, he takes a deep breath, face red as he takes his shoes off and places them on the shoe mat next to the door. He looks at the shopping bag and smiles as he takes the bag and goes into the living room, taking out the hoodie from his shopping bag, he looks at it and continues to smile. 

“Where did you get that Izuku?” 

Jumping slightly, he turns around to find his mom looking over his shoulder and at the hoodie. He clutches the hoodie close to him and stutters.

“Y-Y/n got it for me when we were out at the mall…. she also got one too….”

He started to hear sniffling and turned back at his mom, seeing that her eyes were filled with tears.

“M-mom? Are you okay?”

She ripped the ‘tears’ away from her face as she closed her eyes.

“My baby boy is already growing up!”

After that was said, he looks at the poor boy and smiles brightly like she wasn't just crying earlier.

“So, when were you going to tell me you have a girlfriend already?”

“M-mom!”

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Walking home, you threw away the shopping bag as you slipped on the Eraserhead themed hoodie over your head and onto your body. It wasn't that you didn’t like All Might, but you liked both All Might and Eraserhead, but you already have an All Might themed hoodie back in your closet but not an Eraserhead one. 

“All left to get is a Mirko Action figure, Hawks Hoodie and plushie, and an Edgeshot action figure…”

Thinking to yourself and not paying attention to your surroundings, you didn’t notice the fight going on a few alleyways in front of you until you were in front of the alleyway.

Finally, being pulled away from your thoughts, you hear a loud groan from the alleyway.

“Well, curiosity never killed the cat, right?” you whisper to yourself as you enter the alleyway, curiosity getting the best of you. 

As you walk into the dark alleyway, you don’t see anything. Deciding to turn back around you do, but soon you hear a loud groan of pain coming from inside a large trash bin. 

Stopping in your tracks, you think of your options. To investigate or to not investigate, you chose the latter and walked up to the large trash bin that was closed.

Taking a deep breath, you lift up the lid, but it is a bit too heavy, so you summon your hornet wings to let you float as you open the lid. 

Once the lid was open, you sigh, mentally noting to upgrade your workout routine. Before you can go deeper into your own head, a deep, husky voice pulls you out from your thoughts.

“Well, well.... who's this angel I see? A gift from the gods to me?”

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[libraryofloveletters]

Crazy In Love

Eddie Diaz x Reader 

Warnings: mentions of injuries, Eddie can’t do math or cook for shit, friends to lovers :))) 

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: takes place after Stuck (2x04) when abuela breaks her hip. Also, this was supposed to be for 911 readers week but I didn’t finish it in time sooooo just take it now instead :) 

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The phone rang, your arm stretched over the pile of dishes on the counter. “Hello ?” you answered, putting it on speaker and setting it back down.

Eddie’s voice rang through the speaker, echoing through the empty apartment. “Hey, can you do me a huge favour ?”

“If you're gonna ask me to bake a cake, I have literally no time, honey. I’m really sorry but I need to finish this order-” Eddie sounds like he cut himself off before saying something as you explain that you’re busy.

“Eds? Are you there ?”

“Yeah- yeah, I'm here.”

“What’s up?”

“You’re busy, I don’t want to bother you.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes because no matter how busy you are, you always made time for Eddie. He sighs heavily, so much so that you can hear him thinking.

“Eddie, what is it ?”

“Can you pick Chris up from school ? I know you’re busy but if you can’t, that’s ok-” “of course I can pick him up!”

The sound of a breath being released before a feminine voice called out for him. “I gotta go, Abuela needs me but he’s off at 3. Thank you, y/n - really.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Eddie.”

He mumbles something before hanging up. You glance at the phone screen - 2:24. You had enough time to change and shove the dishes in the dishwasher before having to head out so you did just that.

You had picked up Christopher from school a million times. His teachers knew you well enough that Eddie no longer had to call and let them know he wouldn't be picking up Chris but that you would be.

Standing outside of the school, the PTA parents were gossiping within their little bubbles, talking about the other members behind their backs but smiling in their faces. You bit back a smile before walking towards the gate. The students were lined up by the door, waiting for the bell to ring.

The moment it does, the students come running out with their teacher a few feet behind them in an attempt to keep up with them. One by one, their teacher lets them out, Christopher finally spotting you and this teacher waves hello as they open the gate for him.

“Y/n! What are you doing here!?” his little face lights up with a smile.

“Your dad asked me to come get you, he's with abuela.”

The two of you start making your way back to the car when Christopher asks you what his plans for the afternoon were. Soon you realized that Eddie didn’t give you any explanation as to where to go or what to do after you picked up Chris.

“How does ice cream and then abuela’s sound ?”

“Can we take some for her and dad too?” Chris asks as you help him into the car.

“Of course we can.”

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Christopher was lugging his backpack over his shoulder when you knocked on the door, two containers of ice cream in hand. Eddie opens the door, grinning at his son whose face matches his father’s.

“Hey kiddo” Eddie kneels, wrapping the boy in his arms. Christopher’s arms extend around his father, “hi dad, we bought ice cream” he points out the obvious.

Eddie glances up at you, the ice cream tucked under your arm - he flashes you a smile.

“Oh yeah?” he lets go of Chris. “Did you have any?”

“No,” he shakes his head, his hair flopping around as he snickers. Eddie pushes the hair from Christopher’s forehead. “So what’s this on your face?” swiping his finger on Chris’s chin, a little smudge of brown on his finger from the leftover ice cream.

“Paint.” Chris smiles at his father sweetly.

“Uh huh, paint.” he chuckles, stepping aside for Chris to come further into the house.

“Thanks for picking him up,” he leans on the door frame, stretching and his arms lift above his head as he does. You can’t help but glance down at the area of exposed skin - eyes glued to the man in front of you.

“Y/n?” Eddie’s waving his hands in front of you, eyes raising from their previous spot to his face - the blush was creeping up on your face whilst that stupid smug smile of his was on his.

“Would you like to come in?”

“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t be.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Stepping in, you take in the house. You had been by Isabel’s once or twice before but you had never come inside the house. The walls were painted a warm yellow colour, the furniture was spotless as was the rest of the house. Isabel sat on the couch with Chris beside her as he told her about his day at school.

“Chris, did you wash your hands?” Eddie calls, the door shutting. Chris doesn't answer which is an answer in itself. “Go now, please.” Eddie’s voice sounds closer, glancing behind you to see him beside you.

Chris grumbles but gets up, Isabel turns her attention to you and Eddie. “How are you feeling ?”

“As well as someone can with a broken hip” she gives you a smile.

“I’m glad you’re okay, you gave Eddie a scare” giving him a playful shove. “We got ice cream, vanilla and toffee. Chris said toffee was your favourite” handing her the small container. “It is, thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” she smiles, pulling the top off.

“No need to thank me, it was Christopher’s idea.”

“Ah, well I'll thank him when he comes back out.” she says smiling, “Eddie, a spoon please ?” she glances at the man beside you. He hums, stepping away for a moment to get her a spoon.

Chris comes running back in after washing his hands. “Dad! Can we stay over? Abuela said it was okay” he’s beside his father now, looking up at him with his big brown eyes that were practically begging him to let him.

You, Eddie and Isabel all knew that Christopher had his father wrapped around his finger and would ultimately get his way but Eddie had to give him a fatherly response and say no, they should go home. Isabel doesn't usually butt in but this time she did.

“Mijo, stay. I could use the company.” She says, patting the spot beside her and Chris makes his way over to sit beside her.

Eddie sighs, if he had a soft spot, it was for the two people on the couch. “Fine, just tonight then.”

Isabel smiles, satisfied with his answer. “y/n, stay for dinner darling. Eddie’s cooking” “Yea- who said I was cooking?” Eddie butts in, shocked at the assumption. “I did, mijo. Don’t worry, I'll tell you what to do.”

“Buddy, why don’t you finish up your homework so you can relax for the rest of the night ?” Eddie calls out to Chris, who again groans. He loved school but despised homework - as did most kids.

“I have math, I need help so I can’t do it because you’re busy.” Chris says plainly, thinking his statement will get him out of his math work because Eddie can’t do math for shit.

“I can help.”

“Y/n, you don't have to-” “no, it’s fine. C’mon kiddo” Chris grumbles, making his way to the dining room table, the two of you taking a seat when Eddie helps Isabel up and to the kitchen.

You can hear them talking and her telling Eddie to cut things a certain way or not to put too much of something into the pot. It only took 20 minutes for Christopher to finish his math homework, he brought it into the kitchen to show his dad.

“Look! I’m done! Math’s easy when you understand it.” that last bit was a little dig at Eddie and his math skills. You ruffled Chris’s hair as he walked back into the living room.

“Did he just-” Eddie watches his son make his way to the couch.

You hold back a laugh,“Mhm hm” Eddie shakes his head, chuckling. “Here, taste this.” he picks up some sauce from the pot, holding the spoon over his hand before handing it to Isabel.

Her face twists when she tastes it, “Eddie, I love you honey, but that’s terrible.” you press your lips together, holding back a chuckle.

“What?” he pouts, sighing. “I swear it tasted fine ten minutes ago.” sitting beside Isabel in defeat.

You pick up another spoon and taste some for yourself, your expression matching Isabel’s from moments ago. Eddie had remembered to put everything in, except the paprika and the salt, you add a bit of both and stir the pot. Taking the spoon from Eddie, you pick up a bit of the sauce and hand it back to Isabel.

“Ah, that’s better.” she hums, making you smile as she hands you back the spoon. Eddie sighs, letting you know that he was still there.

"Why don’t you go see if Christopher wants to watch something or if he wants a snack ?” his grandmother nudged him, a signal for him to leave the kitchen. “y/n can take over for you”

“Abuela, you can’t invite them in and have them work for their dinner.” he says, making her laugh.

“It’s okay Eds,” waving him off. “I don’t mind, really.”

Eddie left the kitchen and made his way over to the couch, listening as Chris told him about his day. He glanced back to see if everything was alright but he noticed that the two of you were laughing as you told Isabel something. Eddie would be lying if his heart didn’t skip a beat.

He stopped seeking his parents’ approval of who he dated- for a matter of fact, it went out the window when he brought Shannon home the first time but seeing you with an abuela made him so warm and happy, he couldn't help but smile.

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Eddie’s hand slipped onto your hip, his chest against your back. “Can I help you, Eddie?” you mumble, your eyes on the dishes in front of you.

He hums, hands coming around and arms now wrapped around your waist. Eddie felt your wet hands pull his hands off of you, “Isabel and Chris are in the other room, stop it”

His head tilted, that innocent look on his face, “stop what?”

“Eddie,” turning to face him, “shh I don’t want to hear it” he cuts you off, hands back on your waist.

“I don’t think I've ever loved someone the way I love you.” His words come off so sweet and loving but hit you like a ton of bricks.

You loved Eddie, more than anything but you had never actually told him nor did you ever feel the need too. It was always implied that as friends, you loved and cared about each other.

Eddie always knew he loved you, there was never any question about that but something about you, seeing you with an abuela and how great you were with Christopher (as you always were) just pushed him over the edge.

He had to tell you.

“Y/n, you know I love you- and before you say anything, I know I’ve never actually said it to you but I didn’t feel like I had too, you knew I did.”

“I know.”

“Yeah.”

You were still gathering your thoughts, trying to come up with the words to tell him you loved him too but Eddie’s expression changed. His brows furrowed, eyes studying your face - the worry had set in.

What if you didn’t feel the same way ? God, he’d feel so stupid if he embarrassed himself like that.

The years of friendship were enough for you to realize how he was feeling. You were lacking words and you know what they say, actions speak louder than words.

Your hands reach for his face, now cupping his cheeks. Your lips meet his, he pulls you closer to him- if that's even possible. It was a few moments before you pulled away.

Eddie smiles lovingly at you and you’re sure you have the same expression plastered on your face. “Um- I think that says it.” you hum, smiling at him.

“Doesn't mean you can't say it,” he pokes fun at you, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Eddie?”

“Y/n,”

“I love you.”

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Truth or Dare

(Spencer Reid x fem!Reader)

The one where Spencer is married with children and JJ confesses her love for him. Length: 2.7k A/N: this is technically a bonus chapter of The Receptionist and the Profiler but can definitely be read as a standalone. this is my take on the JJ confession, enjoy! don’t be shy, leave a comment or reblog! masterlist

Y/N furiously clicked her mouse in response to her computer screen lagging. She released an exasperated sigh and placed her head into her hands. She could practically feel the bags under her eyes increase in size and depth as she tried to regain control of her breathing. Raising two children and being the BAU’s liaison was proving to be extremely difficult, she couldn’t go out into the field or travel with the team as much. After what happened with Cat Adams, she had a hard time leaving Emelia and Adaline. Emily only requested her help as a liaison in the field when she absolutely needed it, anything else could be taken care of from Quantico. Her head pounded against her palms and her only reprieve from her incessant headache was closing her eyes. She must have dozed off in her office because the next thing she knew, she was waking up to a warm hand squeezing her shoulder.

She shot up in her seat, heart beating at an alarming rate until she was met with her husband’s eyes. Her shoulders instantly relaxed, “You’re back.” She said with relief, standing to wrap him in a tight hug.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked into her shoulder, squeezing her tighter than usual.

She fought back a yawn and nodded, “Yeah, I’m just exhausted.” She pulled back and rested her hands on his face to inspect for injuries and found none on his face. A bandaged hand wrapped around one of her wrists and she gasped, “What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s not that deep, just a little gash.” Spencer said dismissively, his thumb rubbing against her wrist. “Let’s go home.” She nodded and quickly packed her things, eager to see her two baby girls.

On her way out, she noticed JJ and Rossi speaking in hushed tones. She managed to wave at them as she and Spencer made their way to the elevator. Rossi waved back, JJ looked away. Y/N had thought nothing of it, perhaps this had been a hard case on her. At least they had Rossi’s wedding tomorrow to look forward to and unwind a little. The girls would be with a babysitter and Y/N was looking forward to dressing up and hopefully getting a little (a lot) wine drunk.

Spencer was silent the entire way home, which wasn’t uncommon, so again, Y/N had thought nothing of it. As soon as they made it through the door, Emelia and Adaline came running up to the door, squealing with glee. Each parent scooped up a baby girl and showered them with kisses until they switched. 

Here, with a beautiful healthy daughter in his arms, he could forget about all the confusion of JJ’s confession. Spencer usually dealt with these difficult things on his own and in his head. He hadn’t had time to process it fully to bring it to his wife. He would deal with it later, right now, all he wanted was to spend time with his three favorite girls. Y/N hadn’t noticed anything different in the way Spencer was acting around the girls, but each hug he gave her felt a little tighter. She appreciated it and was definitely not about to complain about receiving tighter hugs from her husband.

The suspicions began the next day at Rossi’s wedding. With the girls not serving as a distraction, Y/N began to see the signs of Spencer retreating into himself. She hadn’t heard all the details of the last case yet, but Emily will soon let her know.

Emily was in the middle of giving a speech when Y/N snuck a look at Spencer beside her. He was politely listening, but everything about his eyes let her know that he was elsewhere. She caught JJ’s eye across the room, it seems as though JJ was staring at her husband as well. Before Y/N could ask with her eyes, JJ had looked away once more, the aversion of her gaze hinting at shame. A sinking feeling resided in her chest. 

She leaned towards him, linking their arms together, her heart strings intertwining with his in some metaphysical sense. Her sudden affection made him turn to her and send her a small smile. He quieted down the question in her eyes with a tender kiss to her cheek, knowing for a fact that the woman across the room watched what happened, a silent declaration of what he chose, what he will always choose.

Before they knew it, the music began blaring with Luke, Matt, and Penelope stealing the show with their dance moves. Y/N couldn’t contain her laughter as she watched them all prance around. In true Garcia fashion, she approached her and pulled her up to begin dancing. Y/N looked back towards Spencer for help but he just laughed and encouraged her to dance. All too soon, the music morphed into a slow paced rhythm. Turning around to ask Spencer to dance, she found the seat to be empty. Eyes flitting to the bar, she found Spencer and JJ in the middle of a conversation. 

“Hey, you can dance with me!” Tara said, whisking Y/N away from the scene. Y/N sent her a small grateful smile, but her curiosity was heavy.

“Is JJ okay? Did something happen?” Y/N asked Tara as they slow danced together. Tara was visibly taken aback by the question, she thought Spencer would have told Y/N about what had happened by now, but she decided that it was not her story to tell.

“Yeah, JJ’s totally fine.” Tara said dismissively and began steering Y/N away from that conversation. They soon broke apart to gather around the cake. Y/N was only half paying attention until she saw JJ take her place next to Will and was alerted of Spencer’s presence as he placed his hands on her hips from behind. She leaned into his warmth and let it go for the final time that night, she would ask about it when they were alone. But by the time the night ended, JJ was not on Y/N’s list of important things to remember. She was a little bit past tipsy and Spencer practically had to drag her out to their car.

The weekend went by smoothly, Spencer had his head buried in mountains of papers from his students even though Y/N told him that he could read them online and save so much paper. The weekend had come and gone and they were back in the office in the blink of an eye. The awkwardness between the two lifelong friends resumed. JJ was arguably the closest person to Spencer on the team (besides Y/N of course), so she found it more than weird that the two were actively avoiding each other. 

Lunch time came around and Y/N had had enough of it, she snuck into Penelope’s office.

“Hey, sunshine!” Penelope greeted, taking a hefty bite out of her donut.

“Hey.” Y/N said, leaning against the desk adjacent to Penelope’s, stirring her coffee.

“What’s going on?” Penelope stared at her knowingly. Y/N immediately put the coffee down and stared at Penelope.

“Did something happen between JJ and Spence on the last case?” Y/N asked directly, deciding that beating around the bush would help no one.

Y/N didn’t miss the slight widening of Penelope’s eyes, “Wh-what? Why would you ask that?”

“They’ve been acting really awkward around each other and JJ’s been avoiding me like the plague.” Y/N huffed. 

Penelope panicked, stuttering out, “I uh, I really think you should talk to Spencer.”

“No one’s telling me anything! Not you, not Tara! Should I be worried?” She asked, exasperated.

“Honestly? No, I don’t think so. Spencer loves you.” Penelope said surely.

Spencer loves you.

What does that even mean?

Y/N turned on her heel, leaving her coffee and marched all the way to Spencer’s desk. The carpet drowned out the clickity clack of her heels. Spencer raised his head from his files to smile at her.

“My office, now.” Y/N said simply, her tone neither angry nor cool, his smile retreating as he followed her like a puppy. Matt and Luke shared a knowing look between them and pretended to focus on their work so as to not get caught in the line of fire.

She closed the door and the blinds, crossing her arms and turning to see him taking a seat, “Care to explain why Garica just felt the need to assure me that my husband loves me? Or to explain why you and JJ have been acting so weird and having secret conversations? Or maybe why she’s been acting like I don’t exist for the past 3 and a half days?”

For a moment, Spencer looked like a child who had been caught stealing cookies out of the cookie jar, then his face returned to an unnerving mask of calm. This mask made her panic even more.

“Does this have anything to do with the hostage situation you two were in?” Y/N asked, she had just gone over the report that morning, but it had little to no details.

Spencer took a deep breath and rested both hands on his thighs, in any other circumstance, Y/N might have been tempted to sit across his lap and kiss him until they were both red in the face. But not right now, right now she needed answers.

“Yes, well--okay, yes. Something did happen. I promise I was going to tell you, but it never seemed like the right time to bring it up, I didn’t want to bring it up at home around the girls, and I didn’t want to bring it up here either.” Spencer said, leaning back to rest against the chair.

“What happened?” Y/N took a seat across from him, no longer feeling the need to attack, but rather to understand.

“JJ and I were being held hostage. The unsub, Casey, was about to shoot JJ and me. He told her to reveal something that she’d never say aloud and she…” Spencer swallowed, trailing off. Y/N leaned forward, already expecting where this was going.

“She told me that she’s always loved me and that she was just too scared to say it before.” He spoke softly, meeting her eyes.

Y/N blinked slowly, “Bullshit.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“Are you sure she wasn’t just saying that in front of the unsub to get him to back down? Are you sure it was real?” Y/N said, standing up from her seat. She paced around her room, trying to piece together any evidence from the past few years that could back up that claim.

JJ had been the one to push Y/N and Spencer together. JJ couldn’t have had all these feelings for Spencer. What about Will? Henry? Michael? They were her and Spencer’s Godchildren for crying out loud. Y/N’s brain was going a hundred miles a minute. Spencer watched her pace around the small office.

“I, I don’t know. It seemed real.” Spencer wished what he had to say would calm his wife, but he really didn’t know at this point.

“Do you…” she swallowed, the question heavy on her tongue, “do you feel the same?” The tears were ready, resting at her waterline, waiting for the call. Her insecurities were ready to take over.

“No!” Spencer objected, standing from his seat. Normally, his defensive reply would have made her suspicious, but the look of utter shock and hurt on his face quelled any doubt that arose.

“No, I don’t. I love you. I have always loved you. God, you know this, I’ve loved you even when you weren’t mine to love. I’ve loved you since I was just a baby faced profiler and you were just a receptionist. I will never stop loving you and the girls, Y/N.” He said definitively, walking towards his wife and grabbing her clammy hands in his. He pressed a gentle kiss to each of her hands, staring into her teary eyes.

The cavern in her chest began to patch itself up as he looked at her that way. She had no choice but to believe him. 

“Okay, I believe you.” She smiled, a tear escaping. He reached up to tenderly swipe it away. With a simple tilt of his chin, he captured her lips in an intense, passionate kiss and like all of their kisses, he took her breath away. But something about the desperation in this kiss made it hard for her lungs to perceive air. He had a point to prove.

A few moments of silence passed between them and Y/N took a deep breath, “I should talk to JJ.” 

Spencer hadn’t pulled away yet, “It’s your choice, my love.” He placed a soft kiss to the center of her forehead and stepped back to catch her eye, “Are we okay?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at him, “Yes, we’re okay. Can you ask JJ to come in after you leave?”

With a nod and another kiss, he left the office to go summon JJ. Y/N took her seat at her desk and folded her hands in anticipation, the undeniable and unrelenting feelings of anger and jealousy coursing right underneath her skin.

A gentle knock sounded throughout the small office and Y/N invited her to take a seat before her.

“Listen, Y/N, if this is about what I said back--” JJ began, but Y/N wasn’t interested in any of the formalities.

“Did you mean it?” Y/N asked, making direct eye contact. JJ was taken aback at the similarities between Y/N’s question and Spencer’s. They had both asked in the same way. She wasn’t ready back then. But she is now.

“Yes..” JJ whispered, averting her gaze once more. The gaze of the wife of the man she thought she loved was too heavy to face straight on.

“Yes, what? Do you love my husband?” Y/N spoke with an unrecognizable sharp edge to her voice.

“Yes, I love him. I’ve always known it. Things just got too messy too quickly. I have Will and the boys and I would never ever give them up. Spence-- Spencer has you and the girls and I could never dream of taking him away from you.” JJ spoke clearly, her eyes reddening and glistening with unshed tears.

“You are the perfect wife, I watched him fall in love with you. You’re also the best mother to his children, it’s hard not to be jealous of you.” JJ continued. The sinking feeling returned to her chest.

“You have nothing to be jealous of, I’m just doing my best. You’re one of the greatest mothers I have ever known. I need you to tell me that this is where it ends, JJ. I cannot afford the stress.” Y/N replied.

“This is where it ends, I promise. It’s over. He has you and Emelia and Adaline and I have Will, Henry, and Michael. If we were ever meant to be, then it would have happened. He deserves you, after everything he’s been through. He deserves you.” She said tearfully, wiping away stray tears.

Y/N stood from her seat and walked around her desk to embrace her in a tight hug. JJ cried into her shoulder, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“I know. It’s okay, we’re okay.” Y/N rubbed her shoulder, pulling away.

“Are things going to be awkward now?” JJ chuckled, blowing her nose.

“Only if you keep avoiding me.” Y/N joked back, JJ promised she wouldn’t and excused herself to get back to work.

Y/N followed her out and stopped at her door. Leaning against her door frame, she caught her husband’s eye across the bullpen and sent him a smile and a nod.

It’ll be alright.

They’ll be alright.

[firstrespondershowobsessed]

Dangerous

Type: One shot about Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen (The Rookie)  Rating: Rated PG-13 (few sexual moments) Word Count: 3400+ Read it here as well!  Enjoy! 

She snuggled closer to his chest as he pulled her closer. His breath against her neck as they both fell back asleep. Within a few moments, his alarm went off, waking them both up again. He brushed the hair from her face as he looked at her. Leaning in, kissing her softly, placing his hand against her hip. She moved closer as she kept the kiss between them, placing her hand on his chest.

"Morning," he said softly. "Morning" she smiled as she looked at him. "I could get used to this," she said. "I could get used to you being in my arms" he smiled slightly. "I'm right where I want to be" she leaned in and kissed him softly again. "Good" he smiled against her lips. "We should get ready," she pouted. "Yea I know we should but I don't want to," he said as he pouted. "I know," she said as she placed her hand against his cheek, brushing her thumb against his skin. "But you are right," he sighed.

He kissed her softly once again before getting out of the bed. He stretched as he went to open the curtains. She covered her head up as the sun peeked in. He grabbed the covers and removed them from her. She giggled as he moved over to her. He leaned in and kissed her softly, pulling on her bottom lip.

"Don't start something you can't finish," she said. "Who said I won't finish?" he smirked as he moved his head down to her neck, gently sucking. "Tim" she pulled him from her. "Yes?" he asked. "We need to get ready," she said. "Yet you are the one who is still in bed," he said. "Uh-huh," she rolled her eyes playfully as she got up out of bed.

She walked into the bathroom and started the shower. She moved to the sink and started washing her face and brushing her teeth. He came in behind her wrapping his arms around her. Resting his head against her shoulder. He kissed her cheek softly, as she leaned back against him. He pulled away from him as he got undressed, getting into the hot shower. She also got undressed and followed him into the shower. She faced him, pulling him to her as she pulled them under the water. He leaned down and kissed her softly, she gently pulled at his bottom lip. He wrapped her arms around her as he gently pushed her against the wall. He moved his lips from his down to her neck, moving slowly down her body. She placed her hand against the wall to steady herself. Once again the hot water wasn't the only thing steaming up the bathroom. She got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her as he did the same. They both got ready to work and left the house. They pulled into the parking deck at the same time. Lucy parked where she normally parked and Tim parked when the sergeants parked.

"Following me now Chen?" he asked as he got out of the car. "You wish," she said. "You are," he smiled. "Pulled in at the same time," he said. "Guess we beat the traffic," she said. "People might catch on," he said as he pulled her to him. "Maybe they will," she said as she placed her hand against his chest. "And I don't care, '' he smiled before leaning down and kissing her softly. "Nor do I," she said as she brushed her thumb against his lips. "Plus they already know," she said. "True," he said as he grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together. "You don't want to hide?" she asked. "I don't" he looked at her.

She nodded and walked with him into the station. Still holding hands as they went into the morning meeting. She took a seat as he walked up to the podium. He winked at her before he started talking since Gray was still on leave. He finished up with the meeting and Lucy went to set up their shop.

"So how are you two?" Nyla asked. "Tim and I?" Lucy asked. "Yea how are you two?" Nyla asked. "We are great honestly, should have said something sooner" Lucy nodded. "I'm glad you two are FINALLY together," Nyla said. "Yea me too" Lucy smiled as Tim walked up. "Chen, is the shop ready?" he asked. "Almost" Lucy nodded. "Well hurry up," he said. "I'm going as quickly as I can," she said. "uh-huh," he rolled his eyes playfully.

She rolled her eyes as well as she finished up getting the shop ready. He got inside the car as she did and they were off to patrol the roads. Before they could speak they got a call over the radio. About a domestic abuse victim and that things were getting worse. They sped towards the scene, he barely even pulled the car in park before Lucy was out. He quickly got out of the car and rushed after her. He tried to catch up to her before she made it into the building but she was already inside. He drew his gun and followed inside. He placed his hand on her shoulder so she knew that he was behind her. They searched the house and they found the two people in the backroom. The moment they entered the room gunfire started, Tim pushed Lucy out of the way. Shielding her from the bullets as they fell to the ground. He covered her with his body as he fired back. Hitting the gunman, everything went silent. Lucy was knocked out and didn't know what happened, the next thing she saw was the inside of the ambulance.

"Where am I?" she asked as she rubbed her head. "You are in an ambulance, you have a pretty nasty bump on your head," Bailey said. "Where is Tim?" Lucy asked. "On his way to the hospital," Bailey said. "What?" Why?" Lucy asked as she sat up, but realized that was a mistake and laid back down. "He was shot," Bailey said. "What?" Lucy asked as the tears started to build up. "I'm sure he will be fine but we need to get you to the hospital as well," Bailey said.

Lucy stayed quiet during the trip to the hospital. Only answering questions they asked her, thinking the reason Tim is in the hospital was because of her. She got checked out in the emergency room, it was just a few bumps and bruises. Once she was discharged she went straight to the front desk.

"I need to know about Tim Bradford please," she said. "Bradford," the woman said as she looked it up on the computer. "He's still in the ER, you can wait here," she said. "Thank you" Lucy nodded as she went to sit down. "Where is he?" Angela asked as Nolan and her rushed in. "Still in the ER," Lucy said as she fought back the tears. "Are you ok?" Nolan asked as he sat down next to her. "It's my fault," Lucy said as the tears escaped from her eyes. "It's not," Nolan said as he wrapped his arm around her. "He's strong and he wouldn't want you blaming yourself," Angela said as she sat down. "But it's my fault," Lucy said as she looked down. "Shhh it's ok," Nolan said as he rubbed her back.

Lucy hung her head down, placing her hands on her head. She couldn't fight back the tears anymore as she was terrified of losing him.

"What is everyone waiting for?" Tim asked as he walked out into the waiting room. "Babe what's wrong?" he asked. "Tim?" Lucy looked up and rushed over to him. "Shhh," he wrapped his arm around her as she cried against his chest. "I-I-I" she tried to speak but she was too emotional. "I'm ok, the bullet just grazed my side but I'm ok," he said as he held her close to him. "It's all my fault," she said. "It's not" he pulled away slightly. Tilting up her chin so she was looking at him. "It's no one's fault, it just happens," he said. "I should have never rushed inside," she said. "That's what makes you a good cop," he said, brushing his thumb against her cheek. "I'm ok," he said once again. "Ok" she nodded as she looked at him. "Everything is ok," he said as she wiped away her tears, leaning down and kissing her softly. "Alright you two, let's head back to the station," Nolan said. "Yea yea sure," Tim said as he rolled his eyes, keeping his arm around Lucy.

They got a ride with Angela and headed back to the station. Of course, Gray told them to take the rest of the day off. Tim went to file out the reports while Lucy went into the locker room. She got undressed and went into the showers, turning the water on. Once it was warm she went into the shower and allowed the water to run over her. She leaned against the wall just allowing the water to run over her as her many thoughts ran through her mind. Once he finished the paperwork he went into the locker room. He slipped off his clothes as well, sneaking up behind her. Snaking his arm around her waist, resting his head against her shoulder.

"Stop beating yourself up" he whispered in her ear. "I just hate that you got hurt today," she said. "And I'm right here," he said as he turned her so she was facing him. "You aren't getting rid of me that fast" he looked at her. "True" she looked up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "So stop beating yourself up," he said as he leaned down, kissing her softly. "I'll try" she smiled against his lips. "Let's get out of here," he said. "Yea," she said as she turned the water off.  

They both got dried off and left the locker room. Heading out to the parking deck, hand in hand. He walked her to her car, leaning her against it. Moving closer to her, placing his hand against her cheek. Brushing his thumb against her skin before leaning down and kissing her softly. She parted her lips allowing him access to her, running her hand against his chest. He smiled against her lips as he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers.

"I don't think you should be driving," She whispered. "Oh really?" He looked at her. "Yea since you were shot, let me drive you home," she said. "Sure" he smiled as he leaned down kissing her softly. "Well come on" she wrapped her arm around him, leading him to the other side. "After you" she smiled as she opened the door. "Why thank you" he leaned down kissing her forehead before getting into her car. "No problem" she smiled as she shut the door, walking around the car.

Once she got into the car and turned it on she pulled off. He grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together as she drove. She stopped and got food before going to his place. He got out of the car and unlocked the door as they went inside. He went into the kitchen and grabbed the plates as she sat down at the table. He also grabbed drinks and silverware before sitting down beside her. They started to eat and once they finished he cleaned up the kitchen.

"Go get comfy in the bed, find something for us to watch," he said as he looked over his shoulder at her. "Sure" she smiled as she walked into his bedroom. "I'll be there shortly," he said. "Alright babe," she said as she disappeared into the room.

She slipped out of her clothes and put one of his shirts on. Leaving her in just his tee-shirt and her panties. She lay on the bed and started going through movies and shows, trying to figure out what she wanted to watch. Once he finished cleaning up the kitchen he made his way into the bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe as he watched her on the bed, smiling to himself.

"I'll never get tired of seeing that," he smirked. "What?" she looked at him. "You in my shirt" he smiled as he made his way to the bed. "I just love the smell of it," she said as she sniffed the shirt. "Comfort shirt," she said. "Well, I'm glad it brings you comfort," he said. "But it doesn't beat having the real thing," she said as she pulled him closer to her. "True" he wrapped his arm around her, bringing her closer to him. "I rather have you," he said as he leaned down kissing her softly.

She smiled against his lips before kissing him back. She snaked her arms around his neck as she moved closer to him. He ran his hand up and down her sides as he deepened the kiss. She moved her hands from his neck, running her hand down his chest. Gripping his hips and that's when he winced in pain.

"Ow," he said. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to hurt you" she looked at him. "I know you didn't mean to do it, I'm ok" he looked at her. "I'm sorry" she kissed him softly. "It's ok," he said as he placed his hand against her cheek. "Let's just rest tonight," he said. "Of course," she nodded.

She snuggled close to his chest as they found something to watch. She ended up falling asleep against his chest. He gently pulled the blanket over them, turning the light off as well as the tv. He held her close to him as he started to drift off to sleep as well. In the morning he shuffled into the bed and realized that he was alone. He opened his eyes and stretched before getting out of the bed. He made his way into the living room to see if he saw her, he realized she was in the kitchen.

"Morning," he said as he entered the kitchen. "Morning babe," she said as she looked at him. "Morning" he moved behind her, placing his arm around her waist. "I thought you left," he whispered in her ear. "Not just making breakfast," she said. "You are such a dream," he smiled. "Only for you" she turned to face him. "Oh only for me?" he smiled as he placed his hands on her hips. "Yea only for you" she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well, I'm glad I made you mine" he smiled as he leaned down and kissed her softly. "I'm glad I made you mine" she smiled against his lips.

He smiled against her lips before deepening the kiss. He gripped her hips, picking her up onto the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist, to keep him close. She smiled against his lips before pulling away softly. He leaned his head against her forehead.

"I should get back to cooking, don't want to burn the food," she said. "Yea true," he said as he lifted her off the counter, placing her back onto the floor.

She finished cooking breakfast as he made their coffee. They sat down and ate together and since she cooked he cleaned up the kitchen again.

"So since it's our day off today, what do you want to do?" he asked. "I'm not sure" she looked at him. "We could always go to the zoo," she said. "You would suggest that" he chuckled slightly. "I love animals so why not" she smiled. "Sure," he smiled. "Really?" she asked. "Yea why not," he said. "It will be good to get out of the house," he said. "I need to check your bandage," she said. "I'm sure it's still there," he chuckled slightly.   "I know that but I need to change it," she said as she grabbed his hand. "Alright," he sighed as he walked behind her.

She led him into the bedroom, sitting him down on the bed. He removed his shirt and allowed her access to his bandage. She gently took it off and checked the stitches. Made sure everything was dried and looked good. She finished cleaning the site and allowed him to put on his shirt.

"You don't need a bandage, it needs some air," she nodded. "Thank you," he said as he grabbed her hand. "No problem," she said as she looked at him. "Come here," he said as he pulled her to him, allowing her to straddle his lap. "What is it?" she looked at him. "Just wanted to do this" he smiled as he leaned up, kissing her softly. "Oh," she smiled against his lips before kissing him softly.

She leaned closer to him, gently tugging at his bottom lip. He smirked as he moved his hips up, pushing her down onto the bed. He grabbed her hands and moved them above her head, she was now at his command. She leaned up kissing him deeply, showing him that she wanted him. He moved his lips down to her neck, gently sucking at her neck. Gently nibbling as he moved his way down to her collarbone. He made quick work of taking off her shirt, leaving her in just her panties. He stood up just taking in the sight of her almost naked body in front of him. He slipped his boxers off and moved back over the top of her. It was a few hours before they got to the zoo. While she was walking out to the car he held back for a few moments. He made a few phone calls before going outside to the car.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Just making sure I had my keys" he nodded as he got into the car. "Yea doesn't want to leave without those" she looked at him. "Yea" he nodded.

He grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together as he drove. They finally got to the zoo, he parked the car and got out, opening the door for her. She grabbed his hand and they walked into the zoo. They walked around seeing all the animals and even feeding a few of them.

"Which is your favorite animal?" he asked. "the koala bear," she smiled. "That's right" he nodded as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they walked. "Yea, what's your favorite?" she questioned. "Probably the lions," he nodded. "You are so like a lion," she smiled. "Uh-huh," he rolled his eyes. "It's getting pretty late, I'm pretty sure they are getting ready to close," she said. "Probably but we aren't normal people," he said. "What do you mean?" she looked at him. "You'll find out," he smiled. "Tim what have you done?" she asked. "Like I said you'll find out," he said.

He grabbed her hand and started leading her down towards the garden. The sun was going down and the darkness crept in with each passing second. As they continued to walk she started to see the twinkle lights covering the trees. At the end of the path, there was a dinner set up for them both. He led her down the path, pulling out her chair for her. She leaned towards him and kissed him softly before sitting down.

"Guessing you like it?" he said as he sat down. "I love it," she smiled. "I thought you would," he smiled. "Just wanted to do something special," he said. "Special for what?" she asked. "Just because," he said. "Well here's to just because," she said as she held up her glass. "Here's too just because" he clicked his glass with hers.  

They enjoyed their meal together and enjoyed each other's company. Once they finished eating Tim thanked everyone who helped him make this possible. He grabbed her hand and led her through the zoo, finally making it back to the car. He opened the door for her before getting into the driver's side. While on the drive home Tim started to notice something was up with the driver behind them.

"I think someone is following us," he said as he checked his mirrors. "What?" she asked. "He's been behind me since we left the zoo," he said. "Really?" Lucy said as she became alert to the situation.

Tim made a quick turn trying to lose the guy but the guy stayed right behind them. Tim tried everything in his power to lose the guy but there was no hope, they were being followed.

[peanutpinet]

Lucas (mafia leader) x Reader (female)

A/N: I had this thought for days now and was like, ya know, just let it out. This is my first NCT (?) WayV (?) fanfic? Scenario? Yea XD For those who have read my past fanfics/scenarios, you know how horrible I am in explaining XD but yea, essentially I just imagine that you, the reader are a uni student whilst Lucas is part of the NCT mafia, "leader" of the WayV unit (I know Kun is technically the leader, but just for the sake of the story), okie, leggo

Sighing in defeat, you gathered all your books, stationery and some clothing before sneakily going out of your dorm and to your boyfriend's apartment since he gave you the spare key, saying that it was for emergencies or whenever you wanted to come over.

After texting Lucas that you were heading to his apartment, you went to grab a cab and head there. Truth be told, you never really went there and only got the address from Lucas. Which is why upon arriving, your jaw nearly dropped when you saw his apartment; even making sure whether the address Lucas gave last time was the exact one and making a mental note to yourself to look up things beforehand.

Upon arriving, you felt like you just came from the countryside to the big city. You went to the front desk and inform them who were you looking for, handing in your ID card and was immediately directed to the elevator, one of the securities pressing the highest floor of the elevator and left you in the elevator on your own.

Just when you thought that it couldn't get any fancier, the minute you stepped out of the elevator, you were amazed at the decor and the fact that there was only one door made it even grander. Taking out the key Lucas gave you, you were actually hoping that it wasn't the correct one and Lucas just sent you the wrong address but as it turns out, the key fits and you took a deep breath, walking into the room.

But on Lucas' side, he actually didn't receive your text message. So, the second he heard someone coming into his suite, he was already reaching for his gun because he wasn't really expecting anyone to come. But as soon as he heard your signature nervous voice, he felt relieved but worried at the same time. Did something happen to you?

"Lucas? Ar-are you in here? The people at the front desk just directed me here. I uh sent you a text" you called out

"I'm here sweetheart. Now, what brings you here at this late hour? Is there anyone I should be concern with?" Lucas stated, coming out of his bedroom

"Huh? Wow. I mean, no. Sorry, it's my first time here. I uh, I was just wondering if I could stay for the night. The dorm was so loud that I couldn't study nor sleep" you admitted, trying to avoid eye contact with Lucas, thinking that it was a lame excuse to come over

"Of course you can. I gave you the spare key for a reason, didn't I? Uh, sorry about the mess and all. I didn't expect you to come. I didn't receive any messages. C'mere sweetheart" Lucas mentioned, giving a hand motion for you to go to him

"Really?! I could've sworn I...(looks at your phone) I forgot to click the send button" you sighed, hitting your head as you went over to Lucas

"Hey, hey. Don't do that. You'll hurt your brain even more. No harm sweetheart. My place is yours. Come. I'll order some McDonalds as well if you'd like" Lucas cooed, bringing you into his office

"Damn. Two desktops?! Bro and this processor is the latest one?!" you commented, placing your bag down and immediately inspecting his desk

"Sometimes I play some games with the guys. Feel free to use it if you'd like. Lemon tea or coke?" Lucas asked, scrolling through his phone

"Lemon tea, no ice. It's worth the money better. Are you sure I can study here? Am I not disturbing you?" you questioned, sitting on the chair

"Not at all, sweetheart. It's almost 10pm. I'm done with work. You're free to use my computer. I've ordered your favourites already. I'm going to go for a shower for a bit. Feel free to turn on some music as well, alright? And please don't study for too long. I worry you'll hurt that gorgeous head of yours" Lucas chuckled, kissing your forehead before leaving you in his study room

After settling, putting on some music with your account (which was already in Lucas' Spotify), you grabbed your books and stationery then started to study for your finals. In the midst of it, you heard Lucas coming in with McDonalds; wearing a plain T-shirt and sweats.

Because there was only one chair in his office, with your consent, Lucas placed you on his lap as he was feeding you McDonalds whilst scrolling through his phone, occasionally leaning his head on your back as he does so.

After finishing the food, Lucas was about to get up and cleaned up so you could study a bit better since he knew you didn't like a messy space but when he felt your head slightly leaning backwards, he questioned whether you were already sleepy or not.

"What's wrong love? Tired?" Lucas murmured as he placed his chin on your neck, wrapping his long arms around your waist

"Huh? Oh? Sorry. I didn't realise I was leaning back" you yawned, scrubbing your eyes but Lucas stopped the motion

"Don't. Your eyes will get irritated. I think it's about time you sleep, hmm?" Lucas commented, tucking a hair behind your ear as he kissed the side of your cheek

"Hmm. I guess so" you sighed, leaning onto Lucas's chest

"Alright princess, let me just shut everything off. Kay, let's go to bed" Lucas chuckled, carrying your small figure in his arms and tucking you into his bed before going to the other side of the bed

The next morning, you were woken up by the sound of your phone's alarm but just stayed in bed whilst scrolling through your phone until you realised that you had exams that starts in 45 minutes. Immediately, you got up and went back to the study room to grab your clothes, without even calling out to Lucas and head to the bathroom to get ready.

After getting ready, you were so ready to rush out the door and call a cab until Lucas finally called out to you. Once you told him that your exam was starting in literally 15 minutes, he just chuckled and told you that he'll drive you there; which was a first since all this time, you guys just have dates near your campus since your dorm had strict rules and Lucas would just walk you there (A/N: how you guys met is a story for next time, lol).

After packing some food for you, Lucas grabbed his car keys in one hand and your hand in the other, making your way down to the parking lot where your jaw also almost dropped again since the car Lucas owned is probably enough to pay your whole entire undergraduate life.

Whilst in the car, Lucas told you to eat so you wouldn't be hungry during the exam. He also mentioned that he'll come to pick you up to celebrate finishing your finals since he knew that you've been stressing over this last final for weeks; saying that he'll treat you out.

Once you've arrived, Lucas pulled you to give a slight peck on your forehead, encouraging you to do well in your finals and that he'll see you right after you're done. You smiled and thank him. Getting out of the car, you saw nearly the whole campus that was by the front gate staring at you; even your friends were stunned before rushing to you, managing to get a glimpse at Lucas who just smiled before leaving.

"Gurl!! I knew your boyfriend was hot, but well off? You definitely hit the jackpot!!" one of your friends blurted

"Sis!! Can we save the conversation for later? I need to get this exam over with first" you bargained

"Okay, okay, good luck with your exams!! I'll see you later!!" your friend exclaimed as you went to your exam hall

Thankfully, the exam wasn't as hard as you'd thought. You didn't know if it's because Lucas actually helped you study since he actually knew the subject or something else but you were glad to finally be done with it. After the exam, you got a text from Lucas, saying that he'll be running a bit late which you didn't mind. Your friend, who was also done with her exam, came to your exam hall and didn't spare a second before plastering with all sorts of questions.

Asking you where you've been the night before since you weren't at your dorm; and when you told her you were at Lucas' place, she squealed, asking if you guys did anything spicy which you immediately cut her off, saying that you just went there to study because the rooms near yours were getting too loud and rowdy.

You also explained how kind and caring Lucas was; despite the amount of work he had to deal with, he was still soft when it came to you. Ordering your favourites from McDonalds, letting you just barged into his apartment whenever and even using whatever he had; hearing this, all your friend can do was just squeal, saying that Lucas was the perfect boyfriend.

And right on cue, Lucas texted you saying that he's almost at the front gate. Your friend saw your smile and teased the heck out of you before letting you off just because she supported your relationship; knowing that you had a rough past and it was nice to finally see you happy with someone; someone that genuinely cares about you.

But of course, life ain't that easy. Because just as you were skidding along the halls to the front gate, you accidentally bumped into someone and dropped your phone. You immediately apologised about to get your phone when the person you bumped into stepped on your phone. Looking up, you met with the campus' miss popular with her boyfriend.

"Can you please let go. I really have to go now" you sighed, looking up

"Can't your boyfriend get you another one? Oh wait, is he the one that you're meeting? Honestly, I dunno what he sees in you. Oh wait, I think I do. He's probably just in it to play around or probably did it because of a bet" the girl scoffed but you were just not having it and shoved her feet off, nearly falling if it weren't for her boyfriend being there

After getting your phone, you were about to make a run for it before she grabbed your hair, pulling you back and making you fall; calling you names and all. When you got back to your feet again, she nearly slapped you when you got ahold of her hand about to push her back when her boyfriend came and took your hand, twisting it behind your back, allowing an opening for her to get a good punch out of you.

It felt like forever since you were trapped between the two "bullies" of your campus and for Lucas, it meant something was wrong. It's been almost 30 minutes since he arrived and called you but there was no answer at all. Frustrated, he called Winwin to track your phone as he went in to find you; thinking that you were held captive by one of NCT's enemy.

When he did see you, he felt a slight relief that it wasn't one of NCT's enemy but he was still very much pissed at the sight. When the girl was about to hit you for like the 15th time, Lucas grabbed ahold of her arm, throwing her to the floor before looking at her boyfriend who turns out to be one of the bartenders in one of NCT's bars.

"B-boss..." the man stammered, letting go of your hand as you almost dropped if it weren't for Lucas catching you

"You better come to work tonight. We'll have a lil discussion about respect? Hmm? Make sure everyone comes. Or I'll just have to report Taeyong about this" Lucas growled, making the man cowered in fear

"N-no sir. Everyone will come tonight" the man stuttered as Lucas stood up, holding your figure firmly in his arms

"Good. Wouldn't want to make a big deal out of this hmm? Oh, and do bring your girlfriend while I take mine to treat the wounds you both caused" Lucas scoffed, bringing you out of the campus

Once you've reached his car, he gently placed you and put your seatbelt on before going to the driver's seat. Once he was in, he called Kun, telling him what happened and that he's planning to have a meeting later tonight in the bar. After the call, Lucas took your hand in his, stroking your knuckles as he drove back to his apartment.

Upon arriving, he helped you get out of the car and into his apartment. Inside, he brought you to his room before going to the bathroom and grabbing some medicine for your bruised face and cut on the lips. Lucas treated all your wounds as gently as possible, worrying that he might accidentally hurt you, treating you as if you're as fragile as an egg.

After he was done, he threw all the cotton buds and ordered some food for the both of you; knowing that you will tell him whenever you're ready. He put his hoodie onto you before bringing you to the living room to cuddle and just watch the whole day. Occasionally, food will come and it was all from your favourite restaurants.

After the next 5th Disney movie ended, you told Lucas that you wanted to take a shower and he told you that you can borrow any of his clothes. He even said that he'll run you a bath but you told him that you were just going to take a light shower which Lucas didn't mind. Whilst you were showering, Lucas prepared a T-shirt and shorts along with the hoodie you were just wearing.

After your shower and putting on the clothes Lucas prepared, Lucas came and redid the medicine on your wounds before going back to watching some heart-warming movies on the bed. Feeling better, you decided to tell Lucas what happened and whilst it seemed that he was calm, his mind was off wondering the endless possibilities of teaching the two that harm you; whether it'd be physically or mentally.

Either way, Lucas listened to all your rambles, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, leaning you onto his chest, giving kisses on your forehead, cheeks and occasionally your neck, chuckling when he saw you flustered; basically making you 10x better, treating you like a queen up until you fell asleep.

When you did fall asleep, he gently tucked you into bed, kissing your forehead, smiling at your sleeping figure before leaving the room to the bar where he was more than ready to make the two-person harmed you suffer; not forgetting to ask Hendery and Yangyang to come over to watch over you.

"Sleep tight sweetheart. I'll be back before you know it, alright? No one treats my queen like trash and gets away with it" Lucas mumbled, kissing your forehead as he left as quietly as possible

and let's just say that everyone in the bar that night experienced a side of Lucas that no one would like to see or hear ever again.

"Try and lay a finger on her again, I won't be so nice next time" Lucas scoffed, seeing all the staff looked down, especially the two-person who hurt you

A/N: I hope that this was alright but yea, this fanfic has been stuck in my head for days

[jiminrings]

hellooo can i request a drabble of uni!au art major tae and biochem major yn? also part one of the would you series is AMAZINGGG seriously i cant wait to read more!! <3

rich kid kim

pairing: taehyung x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

notes: thank you for the request babes!! writing this made my heart melt and aND!!! thank you omg i’m glad you like would you :((

if you squint or if you’ve read insufferable, this is most probably taehyung and his y/n!!!

taehyung is personally more than willing to pay himself out of this project

oKAY LISTEN

he’s not the proudest knowing that he comes from a rich family and he’s the only kid and he’s never really struggled for much

everything was just given to him without any hesitations whatsoever

and yeah he admits that he can nEVER admit that his pampered and luxurious lifestyle since birth has shaped him to be this way and it’s hard to unlearn these types of things

things were too easy for him and thAt’s what made it hard

tae is the farthest thing from an outcast..,.,.,.,

.,.,. but that’s him in his usual rich boi bubble of elites wherever he goes because he’s surrounded by people like him

hoseok and jimin have got to be his closest friends but of course they pursued business degrees and everyone must’ve probably saw that coming

nobody, however, expected the kim taehyung to pursue a degree based rootly on passion and even major in it

yeah that’s right what are yOU looking at???

he’s an art student and yeah he’s taking this seriously ://

do yOU have a problem with that?? do you?? no what did you say?? step the fuck up ky-

spoiler alert: people do have a problem with that

taehyung could tell that his parents did a complete 180 when they learned through jimin’s noisy-ass mouth (not even through their own son) that he’s gonna be getting an art degree

his dad’s the one who’s most especially disappointed at him because well he’s the only child and uhhhh.,.,.,, so who’s gonna inherit the company now.,.,,,

tae normally feels selfish and this time, he felt like he was being rational rather than being selfish!! this is what he passionately wants!! pls god can i be selfish oNE more time

eventually his parents had no choice because as their son explained,, having an art degree won’t keep him away from the family business at all and he could even expand it!! he doesn’t need a degree!!! 

lmao he’s been putting the money he gets on the stock market ever since he was ten years old

and they had to accept it eventually because this is what HE wants and if this is the only thing that he wants... then might as well help him through it, right??

now this is another dilemma

taehyung’s applied at a regular university in which everyone’s blended together and no one really cares about who’s who

it’s not exclusive to people like him.

he submitted his requirements and his portfolios by himself!!

and he got accepted!!

he’s nOT SURE if it’s purely because of his skills and himself and not his parents’ money nor influence

whatever it is, he doesn’t want to know because if it ends up being the answer he doesn’t want?? lol he’d crawl into a hole and mope for a week and would be doomed to wear three-piece suits for the rest of his life 

so anyways

yeah..,, this is one of the handful of times that taehyung is completely willing to pay himself out 

this project was supposed to be easy enough as what the professor said but uH he’d like to passive-aggressively decline pls and thank you

their final project was to make a portrait

right?? easy!!

a portrait of sOMEONE IN CAMPUS,,, regardless if you know them or not

(( well of course you’d get to know them by the end because yea they’re required to show proof that they indeed met and the model did agree to be painted ))

and by the end of the project, it’s either they keep it to themselves or give it to the model!!

that should be easy, right??

...

....

...... pls say right

oh my god tae should probably drop out now so he doesn’t get to do this

rich people don’t necessarily have to be educated, right???? maybe he’ll just settle into being a himbo 

he learned about the meaning of the word through urban dictionary that he tHEN only learned about like six months ago and now he gets so many things

taehyung’s not intimidated by the workload of it all -- in fact, he’s even excited about it because it helps him relax!!

what he’s intimidated about is the fact that he’s kim taehyung and there are only two possible options

either his model would be someone who knows him and would be taking every possible step to ensure that they climb the social ladder through him and they’re not even gonna be dISCREET about it

OR

his model wouldn’t completely care about who he is and in the process belittles him upfront and tbh his hart wouldn’t be able to take that and he’s probably wipe his tears away with dollar bills

there is almost no in-between, that one he’s sure of

so why are you like this?

why are you neither of the two and why are you sO kind and go against his expectations????

do you have an ulterior motive or something????

you who’s a biochem major and is actually another building away from his own

you who’s made the initiative that you become hIS model

you who actually oFFERED and almost begged to be a part of a project that would only be for tae’s benefit

... aha

that’s about -5 points from being a cool laid-back nonchalant gal

+10 for looking like someone who’s had a massively obsessive crush on him since day one and looking like you’d lay his life for him

no but lmao actually you just learned about taehyung in a magazine

you were bored at the dentist’s and scrolled through every possible outlet in your phone and it didn’t satiate you anymore!!! so how about reading a good ol’ magazine :D

then came taehyung

it was a whole issue dedicated to him and you were probably too dedicated into reading it that this time it was you telling the dentist to wait lol

that’s as far as you knew about him

and then you learned just some weeks ago that taehyung happens to study where you also study at and that was.,., inch resting

you never really saw him before around campus because it was too big and well maybe if you put in the effort, you’d actually find him

maybe you had a tiny lil admiration for kim taehyung just from one whole issue alone you read at the dentist’s or whatever

you’ve only known about this final project situation through changbin!!!

changbin, your neighbor at the apartment next to you, who’d crash over whenever his wifi feels the tiniest bit slow

yes you did spend a little more money to upgrade your internet situation (most times it’s the router who makes all the difference) because you were so tIRED of having things slow in the middle of researching for your projects in biochem)

no you will nOT have that <3

and of course changbin’s not having your that shitty wifi either so he pushed you to get that in the first place so he can use it too lmao

he’s told you just a couple of days ago about his final project and that maybe, just maybe, he’d make it into a move for this girl that he likes

nothing’s more romantic than pleading for someone to paint ur face right

and your grade and the decision to whether you’re gonna pass or flunk and graduate or retake are relying on you mostly

and in changbin’s case it’s also hIS heart on the line so yeah no pressure at all luv

“i kinda feel bad for rich kid kim, y’know?”

“what about taehyung???”

“eW do you have a crush on him??”

“addressing someone by their name equals to a crush??????”

your banters never stop because you’re as quick-witted as him and he both loves and hates it

he loves that omg someone can keep up with him and that way he gets challenged to always have the last say!!

he hates that oh god why is he friends with someone who reminds him of himself so much how is hE gonna deal with that??

sometimes he’ll purposely argue with you to fEEL something lmao

but there’s just something here that tells him you’re a little more interested now in this flow of conversation ever since rich kid kim was mentioned

“hm, nothing. i’m pretty sure he doesn’t have a model yet.”

he dodges you in the kitchen to look for peanut butter in your cupboard and oddly... you’re not berating him for decreasing your groceries....?

what does changbin mean by that? whAt model?? model as in taehyung doesn���t have the newest model of whatever car he wants? or maybe he has a model girlfriend and-

hold on wait wHAT

taehyung has a-

“m-model?”

he looks at you weirdly but you don’t even bat an eye when he gets ahold of your marshmallow spread so that he could make another one of his s’mores sandwiches

“uhhhh model as in he doesn’t have someone to paint for our project??”

is that what you wanted to hear or,.,

you and changbin share one (1) brain cell and it SHOWS

the two of you have to open your mouths, then close, then ponder, and then do that aGAIN until the both of you could finally grasp if you were in the same page

“oh cool!! i’ll be his model then!”

“yeah but did he ask”

“it’s gonna be easy!! i’ll just tag along with you to your building”

“yeah but did he aSK”

“we’re probably gonna hit it off instantly and then you’ll have to leech off from someone else for their wifi and food and every other necessity that you already have-”

“yeah but dID HE ASK????”

long-story short: no. taehyung most certainly did not ask you to be his model.

but here you are

saying that you came a long way is a bit of a stretch because taehyung mostly turns his head the other way around when you call out to him in public

progress is still progress :D

you’re eating lunch with him at the same table and this time you’re sat beside him!! when normally he’d just walk home to his apartment (lol that’s not allowed but you won’t be surprised to know that he has a free pass) and eat!!!

before that, taehyung would gLARE at you until you stop asking to sit with him in his table

yea he gets a bit lonely at time because jimin and hobi aren’t with him and hE’S the outcast but he won’t do anything about it,, just scroll through his phone while he eats and tune everyone out

you figured that maybe it’s changbin always linked with you in lunch because your schedules just matched up thAt perfectly like it does with tae’s

hee-hee so you might have elbowed him until he begrudgingly agreed to be tolerable, keep atleast four feet of distance from you, and not call tae rich kid kim

spoiler alert: taehyung doesn’t really care about whatever you do because doing those changes with changbin did nOT work at all

however

H O W E V E R

taehyung doesn’t know at all how you’ve wormed your way into his heart!!

what seem to be cold to you is his warmest he’s ever been in such a new environment and outside of his usual comfort bubbles!!!

it’s like you occasionally stealing the food from his plate when you have the same thing is the equivalent of h*lding h*nds with him

you putting your leg over his before he pushes it after five seconds mUST be the equivalent to marriage

wait he’s lying

taehyung does know how you’ve wormed your way to his heart

“hi! i’m y/n! :D”

ok u are a little bit sweaty and out of breath from doing all that fast-paced walking for the past ten minutes

your new shoes that you still need to break into further aren’t helping your situation in the slightest bit

honestly? this is all changbin’s fault <3

he unknowingly gave you the sign that you were looking for

if he says yeah five times with five minutes?? okay yeah you’re definitely looking for kim taehyung and offering yourself to become his model

you don’t wanna sound weird but you feel sorry for him and you wanna help him :((

he’s not helping you tho because he has long legs underneath those trousers and it looked like he wouldn’t budge at all not unless you jogged and stopped right in front of him

“hi! i’m y/n!! :D”

“...”

“.....”

tae’s a bit... perplexed

because who’s THIS entity and why are you standing in front of him

...

....

“bye y/n.”

:]

he wants to exit from this situation because oh my god??

why r u like this

he didn’t ASK for your name!!

and he doesn’t even know you and giving him your name honestly won’t do anything and he doesn’t get what’s your motive and-

“oh c’mon!! you didn’t even shake my hand :((”

he feels even more lost as he tries to wrap his head around that uh.....

you uh.... you wanted a handshake??

.....

tae doesn’t even hide his annoyance because it’s clear as day!!!

he’s blatantly tilting his head at you rudely with a blank stare omg take the hint pLEASE

realizing it now you mAY have came on too strong to taehyung that looks confused as ever

“hi, i’m y/n.”

changbin’s by one of the lockers taking pics of you beaming at taehyung and him scowling down to show you later how dumb you look and how you shouldn’t do this at all

okay LISTEN

his personality trait is to immediately assume the worst out of every scenario possible and that way when something slightly less worse happens? that’s a win babie ;D

he became ur friend in the first place because you heard him yelling since he’s at the door right next to yours and you could hEAR him throwing things around as he cusses his laptop

yeah he cusses his laptop what about it??

if you close your eyes hard enough, you could hear him throw his router against the wall (you later learned that he was so close to finishing his digitalization but then his laptop decided to die) before punching the air

(( the friendship started when you knocked vERY gently and offered him to borrow your laptop even if you aren’t done with all your homework ))

((( changbin thought at first that u were such an organized and too-friendly social butterfly who’s a kiss-ass to everyone but now he thinks ur the coolest person ever and he treasures you more than life itself )))

although, taehyung’s a lot more vicious and closed-off and critical than changbin

he narrows his gaze at you as you introduce yourself for the second time before merely clicking his tongue

“ok cool”

is that uhm

is that IT good sir

“you’re not,” you’re dancing around your words and being careful to not let a pout grace your lips at the sheer lack of enthusiasm, “gonna introduce yourself to me??”

you got a reaction alright

taehyung sCOFFS and that’s the loudest he’s ever been with you in the span of two minutes

“you followed me for ten minutes just to tell me your name. kinda seems like you already know mine if you do that, no?”

this is why you took up biochem instead of law

how do the lawyers not break down???

why does phoenix wright make it seem SO easy?? especially when he’s spoken to in a confrontal tone???

oh god taehyung broke you already

not to be rude but uh what do you wANT

can you get it over already??

“o-oh! uhm i was wondering if i could uHm,” you sound ridiculous now that you think about it and this is perhaps one of the only times you feel embarrassed, “volunteer to be your model for your project?”

hmm

was that a wrong answer,,,

sHOULD YOU HAVE SAID THAT??

“are you in my class?”

taehyung asks and he’s finally said a sentence to you!!! omg

you’re quite shocked so he had to click his tongue to get you to answer 

“no, actually!! i’m a biochem major and-...”

that’s all it takes before he hums and nods his head

and for some reason taehyung looks at you like you’re pREY

“are you a stalker?”

okay wait holy fuck wHAT

you know what

you took a sip from changbin’s coffee half an hour ago but why are you only choking on it nOW

you’re positively sputtering and now ur pressured bc tae thinks you’re a stalker!!! a damn stalker!!

“looked at you long enough. i don’t need a sketch artist and i could just-”

no no no pls no

this meeting is going downhill very quickly 

“oh my god taehyung i’m nOT a stalker okay!!!”

that shuts him up because your voice is so firm and okAY then how do u explain this stalker smh ://

throughout the whole time you’re talking about changbin being an art major and also your neighbor and everything in between, tae has such a neutral expression that you feel so intimidated

“-and that’s what!! i’m not taking advantage of you or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking i guess? i swear!!”

he listened and well if he’s being honest,,, okay yea you did make sense and he does know changbin

“okay then. i’ll think about it.”

“are you gonna give me your number???”

it’s either you’re so forward or he’s just not used to being caught off-guard

WHICH FUCKING ONE

“what for?”

it’s been so long ever since someone asked taehyung for his number

usually in galas and any other socialite gatherings you could think of, everyone’s number would just be in your phone automatically and you won’t even rEMEMBER how it got there in the first place

better yet, it’s been so long since he went back to his usual routine lifestyle of being himself 

his last gala was two weeks ago and tae had to keep looking at his phone to study pdfs and whatever clear pictures he can get of his reviewers back at home because he had a test tomorrow morning

“so you could text me where we’re gonna meet so you could paint me, silly!!”

:D

okay wOAH there

“i didn’t even say that you’d be my model????”

“lol but you were thinking it huh”

that’s it

taehyung has nO choice but to paint you if he wants to finish this project and graduate and have something of a thicker paper to flaunt

it came as a shock to him that hE took your offer and he could only imagine its effect on you

not to brag but tae didn’t even have to sweat for a little because it’s yOU who came to him with this offer!! not him!!

tae lives in the classiest apartment here in uni and everyone probably knows that

much to his insistence that he doesn’t want anyone from uni going outside his apartment, he had to take an L and invite you over

he wouldn’t risk doing his work in any place else because he doesn’t want anyone thinking and getting the wrong idea!!

speaking of, he’s regretting it now because you seem to be too happy being in his space

you’re pointing around and being awed at every possible thing!!! 

what??? is this ur first time seeing a rattan hanging chair :// or a massive couch?? or a canvas painting of something so beautiful?? all of that in what’s supposed to be a student’s one apartment??? christ y/n get yourself together

“so what do you want me to do?? where do i sit oR do i stand instead?? i’m gonna need you to know that-...”

“nothing.” taehyung deadpans before he gets his camera so he could get digital shots as well if ever he needs an extra touch when it comes to his final product

the gears in your head are going bRRR and you’re gonna have to ask him to elaborate but taehyung already sets the pace

“nothing. just be your rEALLY annoying self and pretend i’m not here.”

normally you don’t take his words to heart but this one just hits a little close to home bc it’s early in the morning and taehyung already finds you intolerable

“by pretend, do you mean-...”

“up to you. are you more annoying around me or no?”

how did he read your MIND

tae got the thoughts in your head word per word and you’re so amazed at that because fUcK you originally thought that he’s good at bluffing his way up

click!

it’s you smiling at him

no you’re beaming at him

and you’re in front of his morning-lit curtains and you’re against the light

the portrait itself is already visually appealing and satisfying and man the shadows!!! the value!!!! they’re so raw and dreamy and this is exactly his style!!!

it was just a one-take wonder as soon as he took a picture of you!!! and he may have you to hold that position if he needs the push!! he just needs to translate it to canvas with his own language and emotions and then he’s dONE!!

you’re a pain in the ass

you laugh and you move too much

taehyung had you to to revisit that pose and hold it and you wouldn’t stop giggling bc you were too proud that you did THAT!

you also ask too many things that even hE doesn’t have the answers to

how is he supposed to know if red string lovers exist when you went into a spiel just because you saw a red tube of paint???? and why is he saying his opinions on such trivial things when he has his final project to take care of???

and how is he supposed to know why YOU’RE here hanging out with him instead of finishing your own final project

jk maybe it’s the L word but you’re gonna subdue that as much as possible since taehyung looks like he’d leave you by yourself with any chance that he gets

and you even call him terms of endearment!!! nicknames!! pet names!! names that you’d call someone who’s familiar to you and you probably l*ve!!!

angel

that’s what you call him :))

“why do you call me that?”

“because you look like one”

“and how would yOU know what angels look like??”

“because if they were to exist then you’d probably look like one!!”

“but-”

“ok that’s one minute no more questions taehyung <3″

tae just provides you with all the conviction you need to take care of him without even knowing

not in a maternal type of instinct type of way, but rather in a sPECIAL someone type of way

you find yourself caring for him mOre than you ever could for any regular friend you have!!

you just throw a whole loaf of bread to changbin and call it a day

but for tae??? you go above and beyond!!

“did it ever hit you that rich kid kim never really introduced himself to you?”

oh right....

changbin points out one day and you could see where he was getting at

for some reason he always knew what was in your mind at any given time and sometimes it’s to your disadvantage

you seem to be growing on taehyung though!!

he tolerates you better now!!

sometimes he’ll find you loveable even

he likes having someone around and you’re the perfect contender

if he decides to not talk too much, then you fill up the white noise!!

if he wants you to shut up?? then yOU shut up but of course not without babbling for a little

he’s opened up but with some reservations

some reservations that you don’t mind but it’s normal that you feel sometimes left out, y’know??

because it’s been a good month since you and taehyung properly interacted but he still resents you as much if you think about it

“hey angel!!”

“what is it-...”

taehyung looks up from his meal that he’s been poking at his fork because this has to be the fourth time you call out to him

so he turns to look at you and-

oh

uhm

there seems to be a misunderstanding

you weren’t calling HIM

you were calling out to some other guy that iSN’T him

that’s seungmin!!! omg you haven’t seen him in so long and he just happened to pass by your lunch table!!!

apparently he has something to talk to you about which is why you’re standing up and leaving tae all alone on the table

seungmin’s smile is adorable as always and he gets you in a pretty good mood!!

oh god

dear gOD

what is taehyung feeling in his chEST???

tae’s grip on his fork is starting to get pRETTY tight

and if he’s aware enough, his right eye’s twitching and he’s practically scoffing under his breath

why tf would you call him that

WHO is angel and why is it nOT him anymore????

what he’s feeling is just unexplainable and it tastes something like betrayal

“who’s he?”

he quizzes you as soon as you get back to your table and you don’t waver one bit because you know he’s been asking questions recently

“oh that’s just seungmin!! we were childhood friends then he just transferred here awhile-...”

there’s a bitter taste on his tongue and it shows up in his face and you’re not even paying attention to him!!

“really? thought i was him for a second.”

ok now that got you to stop eating

????

why is he acting weird

taehyung looks even more irked because you look sO oblivious right now

“do you call everyone angel?”

o-oh where is this going

“uhm-”

you’re not even finished and to be honest you’re quite lost and taehyung sCOFFS you to the next century

“‘course you do.”

taehyung angrily finishes his meal and you leave it at that because ok maybe he had a bad day?? and he’s just taking it out on you??

and well tae DOESN’T want you to leave it at that

he wants you to ASK him why he’s mad!!! he’s passive-aggressive and it’s getting unhealthy but he’d rather choke than have him spill whatever he’s feeling

the next few days, taehyung avoids you like his LIFE depended on it

you’re not really bothered by it because he has his days, but this one’s just getting out of control

“are you giving me a time-out or something??”

lmao what did u do now

you nudge him when you see him by changbin’s apartment to borrow an easel even though he’s already got it by his apartment

yeah he’s mad at you and he’s petty but maybe he wants to see you again

tae’s giving you silent treatment and you don’t even question him for it

you don’t bother!!

you’re letting him do whatever he wants as always and he dOESN’T like it anymore!!!

he feels like he’s gonna combust at any given time and you don’t give a shit and he feels like yOU should give a shit because you always do!!

you always hover and worry around him but wHY does he feel like you’re not doing it anymore??

why does he yEARN FOR YOU???

it’s quite an an early night for you

you love biochem but sometimes it kicks your ass and it makes you retch at the mention of all-nighters nowadays!! bc they used to be fun but now doing them because you nEED to?? no thx

you’re already in your pajamas and you’re all washed up!! what could changbin need from you at 9 in the evening??

there’s an urgent knocking on your door and you resist the need to groan because you were about to really knock yourself out!! you need to get back all the rest you’ve wasted over your own final project

is that-

“taehyung?”

the man in question is in his huge yellow hoodie that swallows him up every time and he looks positively spent

his hair’s shaggy and his eyes are glazed and there’s a pink tint to his cheeks :((

he’s holding a baby hydroflask in his hands and you’re pretty sure that’s alcohol in there lol

“don’t call me taehyung!!”

he immediately snaps and you’re lost as aLWAYS

did he really just walk all the way to your complex to snAp at you??

“i’m not taehyung,” he frowns deeply and that’s when you’re a bit more mesmerized, “i’m angel.”

is this what you think it is??

your no.1 deflection move is to laugH and you’re doing that rn

something about this whole situation tickles you funny and you’re not sure what to feel about it

“i like your bottle!! i should get one for myself!!”

he could see right through you though

he ignores your stOOpid statements and goes to hold your hands :((

“no, no. i’m your angel. i-i’m your taehyung, right??”

listen

taehyung is the most confusing being you know and he’s so emotionally constipated that he outperforms changbin but this one,,,

this just feels so different

he’s hugging you

he’s embracing you

he’s burrowing his face to your neck and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t ever imagine what this would feel like :(((

he positively 100% might be in love with you

and you positively 100% might be in love with him too

he’s fishing for your hand by your side to put in between your bodies as he shakes it and that’s because he doesn’t wanna let go of the hug 

:((((

you’re melting and this what heaven must feel like :((((

“h-hi. name’s kim taehyung and i’m yours.”

[musical-broken-heart]

Mental Breakdowns and Hair Cuts

Ships: Henry/Patrick side Reddie and Stenbrough

Age: Bowers=16 Losers=13

TW: Slurs, Panic Attacks, Self Harm, Mental Breakdowns, Abuse

Clenching his fists he fell to the floor sobbing. Holding himself he curled up next to the bathtub slowly his hands found his hair and he tried pulling it out of his scalp. 

He needed to die! All he did was hurt people but he couldn't help himself. He needed to get his anger out and he didn't want to talk about it nor did he want to hurt his friends the only people who cared about him. 

The past few weeks he had the same nightmare of Patrick going into the sewer and being eaten alive by a monster made of fear itself. That same monster possessed him in his dreams and made him kill Oscar and his friends. He hated his father but he would never think of killing him. He may have been abusive but he was all Henry had after his mother just left. He normally woke up screaming drenched in sweat the vivid image of his friends in the car their necks slit their blood on his hands and Patrick decaying next to him still haunting him. 

He was weak. He was a faggot. He needed to die! Death scared him. Thats why he never cut deep. Thats why he mended his own wounds before he could bleed out. Standing up he looked in the mirror seeing his bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face. Grabbing the scissors he started cutting off his mullet. Once he cleaned his new hair cut to look like a professional had done it he looked in the mirror again hoping to see someone new only finding a broken boy staring back at him. 

"Henry get up! Get your ass to school!" Oscar yelled. Henry didn't think twice before putting the sweater on and throwing the hood over his head. Running out of the house he walked to Vic's house as normal both waiting for Belch to come to get them. 

"I remember watching you cut the hoods off all your sweaters," Victor said not moving his eyes from Henry and the black sweater. "That sweater looks a few sizes too big for you are you sure it's yours?" he asked his blond hair falling over his eye. "Why do you care? I found it in my roo- house!" Henry growled. Victor was a smart kid who could figure anything out if given enough time. 

"It's Patricks isn't it?" he asked causing Henry to go red. "Yea he left it at my house I was cold and all my sweaters are cut up so I just borrowed his jacket! Shut up!" Victor smiled and hummed nodding his head. "He may be a sociopath but once he realizes that's his jacket he's gonna get a boner." Vic laughed as Henry started coughing. "Why the fuck would you say that?!" Henry asked leaning over trying to get a breath. 

"Get in assholes!" Patrick yelled as Belch drove up. "Where'd you get the jacket?" Belch asked getting the middle finger from Henry. Victor giggled and leaned over whispering like a little girl at a sleepover. Belch smiled and smirked at Henry who blushed harder. Thankfully Patrick ignored the situation. But Belch had to say something. "Hey, Pat what happened to your jacket?" Henry glared at him. "I think I left it at Henry's," Patrick said not bothering to look at his friend. Henry sighed and slouched down in relief. 

Patrick looked over realizing Henry was wearing the jacket. It was too big for him causing him to look like a child. Patrick blushed and started to laugh so Victor wouldn't notice. "You look like a drug dealer in my jacket Puppy!" Henry rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Whatever Hockstetter!" 

Pulling into school the four walked only for Henry to get pulled aside by a teacher. "No hoods in school Henry!" 

Groaning Henry took the hood down but refused to meet anyone eyes. "Whoa, your old man finally get sick of the mullet?" Victor joked pulling his friend close patting his back. "Shut up!" Henry growled pushing his friend away. "Hey, Bowers finally cut that fucking mullet? About time!" Richie shouted getting Eddie to shush him. "Shut up faggot! You should really listen to your faggot friends and keep that stupid mouth shut!" Henry yelled. Stan stepped forward and pulled his friend back. "What's your problem asshole?!" Henry chuckled and grabbed Bill. "Your faggot boyfriend and his stupid stutter is my problem! Along with all your faces!" he said pushing Bill ontop of Stan. 

Belch and Vic chuckled ready to grab one of the Losers but Henry stopped them going to their lockers. "Where'd Patrick go?'' he asked leaning against his locker. "Don't know he rushed off when you took the hood off. Said he had some school work." Belch said getting Henry and Vic to look at him. "What? OH!" he said realizing what he said. "I'm gonna go look for him," Henry mumbled starting to walk away. 

Looking around the hallway someone covered his mouth and pulled him into the bathroom. "Why did you do it? Do you like to torture me Puppy?" Henry sighed and shook the boy off him. "I don't know what you're talking about!" he hissed. Patrick grabbed Henry's wrist and pulled him close curling his fingers under the smaller boys chin lifting his face up. With his other arm, he wrapped it securely around Henry's waist keeping him close. "Don't you seeHoney? I love you!" he whispered bringing their lips together. Henry's eyes widened and tried to pull away but only ended up being pushed against the wall with no hope of escape. 

Patrick slowly pulled away and arm still wrapped around Henry to other on the wall next to Henry's head. "Patrick get off of me." Henry tried to yell but ended up sounding defeated. Patrick smiled and started attacking the boy's neck causing him to moan. "You look so hot with short hair," Patrick said starting to run his hand under the sweater causing the leader to squirm and whimper. "Patrick! Stop! You-you, don't know what love is! You're fucking psychotic!" Henry growled once again trying to push his friend off him. 

Patrick pulled away looking hurt grabbing Henry's wrists and pinning them above his head. "I'm not a psychopath! I'm a high functioning sociopath. Honey, you should know this." Henry shivered and tried to move his legs but Patrick caught on and pressed his knees against the boy's legs. "I know enough about love to know that the first time I saw you standing with Victor under that pine tree and my heart tried to leave my chest I would die for you. Kill for you!" Patrick whispered in Henry's ear. 

Henry bit his lip and looked at the floor. "Pat. You might know what love is but I don't." Patrick sighed and brought his lips to Henry's again this time he stopped. "I don't want to rush you Puppy," he said softly. Henry smiled and connected their lips this time the kiss was sweet and soft. "Should I grow out a mullet?" Henry asked. "Don't! You look like a sweetheart with short hair. You also look really hot in my sweater!" Patrick said getting a chuckle from Henry. "Thanks for forgetting it, Pine Tree. My dad would have killed me. Probably wouldn't compare to last night." Henry said going for another kiss but Patrick pulled away. 

"What do you mean compare to last night?" Henry realized his mistake and laughed. "D-did I say that? I meant um. Compare to the abuse some kids get definitely not me?" Henry said quickly. Patrick growled and pulled away from Henry who pulled him back kissing him. "Honey I have to go kill your father. I can't have someone hurting you." Patrick said between kisses. Henry moaned into the kiss his arms around Patrick's neck. "Pat! I can't have him die!" Henry said as Patrick slowly grabbed his legs lifting him up. "Why not Honey? He's hurting you." Patrick said. 

"I've had dreams," Henry whispered as Patrick moved to his neck again leaving marks. "Tell me about them," Patrick said. Henry moaned in delight his head falling back. "You die. By a creature made out of fear. It possesses me a-and I kill Vic and Belch and my old man." Henry said. Patrick stopped kissing the boy and held him closely. "Puppy look at me. It's okay. I'm not dead I'm right here." Patrick said holding Henry closely as the leader shook. "You alright honey?" he asked lifting the boys head. 

"Pat. What are we?" Henry asked looking to the side. "If you want we could be boyfriends?" Patrick said getting a small nod from Henry. "God I love you!" Patrick said starting to kiss the boy again. Running his hands on his waist he slowly moved down to his thighs getting a small yelp from Henry. "You started cutting again," Patrick said. "I-I never stopped. It helps me get passed, my dads beatings." Henry whimpered. "Puppy promise me you'll stop." 

Henry nodded and kissed Patrick again. "Pine Tree I have to get to class!" Henry said pulling away. Patrick grabbed him and wrapped his arms around the boy. "I have to go, darling!" Henry whined kissing him. "Miss one day of classes for me!" Patrick said getting a sigh from the boy. "I can get Belch's keys to the car." Henry groaned. 

Patricks POV

A few weeks ago I left my sweater at Henry's. I knew it was in his living room so I went over while his father was out to find the house empty. Walking into Henry's room I found him sleeping and not wanting him to wake up finding me staring at him I looked in his closet quickly. Sighing I turned back to the bed finding his arms wrapped around a blanket. Chuckling I went to leave before looking back seeing it was my jacket I forgot. Blushing I turned around and quickly left. 

Getting outside I stood on the porch and ran my hands through my hair. Goddamnit, he was hot! I went home but I couldn't get him out of my mind. Groaning I fell onto my bed burying my face in my pillow. Maybe if I try hard enough I can convince my parents to move. 

The next few weeks went by and Henry wore my sweater. It was too big for him causing him to look like a drug dealer. "Whatever Hockstetter!" he growled his face red. Turning my focus back to the window I smiled. 

A teacher told him to take off the hood and I didn't think twice about it. Glancing at him I quickly looked at him again. He no longer had a mullet and damnit he was hot! "Uh I-I think I have s-some school work to um to work on." I stammered out to Belch only getting a nod from him as Henry started yelling at Richie and the other Losers. 

Quickly walking to the bathroom and leaned against the sink looking in the mirror. My face was a bright shade of red and my eyes dilated. Groaning shook my head trying to get Herny off my mind. He hates fags and finding out his friend was gay for him! 

I walked out and saw him looking for me. Grabbing him I pulled him into the bathroom. I don't know what came over me but I confessed. I kissed him! He didn't get mad. "Patrick stop! You-You, don't know what love is! Your fucking psychotic!" he said. I stopped and looked at him. It hurt hearing him say that. Shaking my head he was wrong! I might have been crazy but I still knew that I loved him. I saw tears in his eyes but I couldn't tell if he was sad angry or happy. "You might know what love is. But I don't," he said softly looking to the side. 

I don't want to rush him. He's gone through a lot. He smiled softly and kissed me. Starting to make out he chuckled thanking me for leaving the jacket. I knew about his father being cruel but I thought he had stopped the abuse. "I'm going to kill him!" I growled out loud. Henry's eyes widened and he shook his head. "N-no! I need him! You can't kill him!" he said quickly surprising me. I nodded and held him close. "Please Pat!" he said tears starting to roll down his face. 

Dreams. He explained how he had nightmares about me dying. A monster eating me in the seers then making him a puppet killing the others. Kissing him I went to lift his legs and he let out a painful groan. "Puppy you started cutting again?" he shook his head. "I-I never stopped," he said looking ashamed. Trying to get to class I stopped him. "Skip one day. For me?" I said kissing his neck. "I can try and get the car keys from Belch." 

In the car, he sat on top of me kissing my bare chest while I kept my arms tightly wrapped around his naked torso running my fingers through his now short hair. "You like to bite don't you puppy?" he rolled his eyes and started for my neck leaving more marks. "Mmm stop moving so much!" he mumbled starting to kiss my lips. 

Getting a tighter grip on him I like his lips asking for him to open which he did instantly letting me have dominance. "Something wrong Puppy?" I asked. "Just tired," he replied kissing me again. I hummed in response exploring his mouth again with my tongue. Moaning into the kiss I sat up causing him to almost fall off the seat. 

"You two better not have had sex in my car!" we heard someone say. Breaking from the kiss Henry whined in protest and glared at Belch who just laughed. "Does this mean I get to sit in front?!" Victor asked joy in his voice. Henry let go of me and grabbed the sweater putting it on and jumped in front. "Keep dreaming Vic!" he said only getting an annoyed groan from the boy. 

"You misses the entire day of school and you're saying you didn't have sex?!" Belch asked getting a nod from Henry. Driving to his house he got out and started walking to his door. "Wait! Don't leave just yet." I said watching Henry walk in and close the door. "Pat I'm sure your new boyfriend is fine." Belch said glaring at me. "I'm gonna go get my sweater back anyway," I said getting out of the car walking to the house. 

Henry stood still in the entrance of the house shaking visibly. Oscar was walking around shaking his head breathing heavily. "Hey, Pat the door locked?!" Victor yelled I only shook my head getting him and Belch to run over. 

"Why the fuck are you like this?! You are a damn mistake and I think it's about time I got rid of you!" Butch yelled slapping his son across the face. "You gotta lot of nerve coming home wearing a faggots sweater! Coming home your hair like that! You are a failer!" he yelled again. 

Victor had covered his mouth his eyes wide and Belch looked ready to kill the man. "I thought Henry said the beating stopped?!" Victor whispered. "He lied. He told me they just weren't as bad." I replied trying to figure out how to get in without him getting hurt more by my presents. "Clearly they aren't as good! They seem to be worse! What are you doing just standing out here?! You are his boyfriend!" Belch said also in a quiet tone knowing the gravity of the situation. Opening my mouth I stopped hearing Butch speak again. 

"I never should have stopped you from killing yourself!" he growled causing me to snap. I opened the door and ran to Henry grabbing him and pushing him over to Victor who held him. He looked between all of us confused but didn't fight back. "Oh so now the faggot needs some protection, does he?! I'll shoot him right here and not give a shit what happens!" he yelled pulling out a gun pointing it at Henry. 

"Butch your drunk!" Belch yelled trying not to start a fight. Glaring he pulled the trigger and Henry let out a scream of pain falling to the floor holding his side which was now bleeding. "You asshole! You shot your own son!" I yelled swinging at him. Stumbling back he held his face and pointed the gun at me and Belch but Victor grabbed it from him pointing it at him. Vic's hands were shaking but he tried to steady them. Butch growled and lifted his hands ready to hit one of us but he didn't. 

Henry had his arms wrapped around his father as if trying to stop him, tears rolling down his face. "Please." he sobbed quietly as his father looked at him stunned. "Please no more pain! Just one day without any violence. Please father. I don't want this life anymore so please stop!" he begged his voice only full of sincerity. Butch sighed and turned around to fully face his son who was still bleeding out. "Sometimes. You can be so much like your mother. Which is why I stopped you from killing yourself. You don't have the heart of a killer. Victor!" He said getting the boy to jump. 

"Give me my gun! Get the first aid kit in the kitchen. Huggins, Hockstetter! Start getting Henry's things. First thing tomorrow you're moving out." Henry's eyes widened and he smiled hugging his father who stepped back and hesitantly hugged back. "I might as well be a good father once in my life!" he mumbled pulling away and leaving. Victor grabbed henry and pulled off the sweater and shirt and started mending at the gunshot. 

"I think I might need to see a doctor," he mumbled glaring at his side. I walked over to him and sighed in relief seeing him smile a little. "Your sweater kinda got a little bloody. Sorry." he laughed. I shrugged and hugged him. "HEY! Stop moving! Patrick! I'm trying to mend his wound and you aren't gonna become a Disney princess and sing away the blood!" Vic hissed getting me to hold my hands up in surrender. 

"Henry! What do you want me to pack?!" Belch yelled form the boy's room. Henry looked over his shoulder and slapped Victor away getting a glare from him. "I'm not done patching you up!" he growled getting a shrug from Henry. "NO! I'm going to mean you up then you can walk around then you can sit in a hospital bed!" Victor said grabbing the leader. "Okay mom!" he said rolling his eyes. 

"Okay there!" Victor said after a few minutes. Henry shot up and ran to his room. "I NEVER SAID YOU COULD FUCKING RUN AROUND!" Victor yelled after him knowing his friend would ignore him. "You better listen to Victor before he hurts you more," I said holding Henry close to me. "Pine Tree can I stay with you?" he asked kissing my neck. "Yea I suppose you could spend a few nights over at my house." I joked getting him to chuckle a little. 

"Thanks, Pine Tree." he smiled. I rolled my eyes and kissed his forehead. "Whatever Puppy."

[ee-laugh]

𝐸𝐶𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐶 | 𝑃𝐽𝑀

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ: sᴍɪʀᴋ

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ

You woke up pretty late than usual. As you tried lifting your head off the pillow, it started pounding. You got up nonetheless; groaning during the process. It took you a full minute to get a hang of your surroundings. You were looking around the room, and then your heart sank.

Haejin...

That was the first thought your brain was able to process. As the pounding in your head started to die down a bit, you looked around to realise jimin wasn’t in bed.

Your fingers traced the messy sheets on his side of the bed. Your hand stopped when it touched a certain object; his phone.

You gulped. Should I do it?

You had never checked jimin’s phone before. You never needed to. He was your husband and you trusted him; blindly. But after last night, you were contemplating everything. Your hand hesitantly grabbed his phone and switched it on.

Enter Passcode, the screen read.

You obviously didn’t know it.

Maybe his birthday? You typed it in.

Error.

Maybe.. mine? You thought, typing it in. Much to your surprise, it unlocked.

Your finger hesitantly lingered over the iMessages app. You tapped on it, revealing all his texts. You were looking for one contact though, and when you found it, you didn’t hesitate to tap on it.

Haejin 💖

H: Last night was fun! :)

~seen~

The message was from a day before jimin had returned from his business trip. Your heart was palpitating and your hand; still gripping the phone tightly; was sweaty.

Last night?

You were just beginning to wrap your head around the meaning behind that text when someone knocked at the door. You flinched, hastily putting the phone back.

“You already up? Good morning!” Jimin’s cheerful voice filled the silence in the room. He was holding a tray with food on it.

“Morning.” You muttered, beginning to get out of bed.

“No! Stay there.” He said, walking towards you with the breakfast. He placed the tray on your side table and looked at you.

“I made you your favourite food.” He leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss; and for the first time ever, it didn’t feel good. It didn’t give you butterflies in your stomach, nor made your heart beat a little faster.

It felt forced instead. As if he wanted you to forget last night with that one kiss.

—

Taehyung strolled out of his office building. It was still a bit early but he was already done with all his appointments for the day. As he got into his car, his phone went off. He took it out to check who had called him.

Y/n 💞, the screen read.

He picked it up almost immediately.

“Hello? Taehyung?” Came your voice.

“Ah.. yeah it’s me, y/n. What’s wrong?” He could tell from your voice you were worried about something.

There was a pause. And then some breathing. And then followed your husky voice. “Do you perhaps...” Pause “...know who haejin is?”

Taehyung’s eyebrows raised at the question. He wasn’t expecting this at all. Before he could answer, however, you croaked out, “Please, don’t hide anything from me. Tell me the truth.”

He had no idea what was going on. He nodded, even though he knew you couldn’t see him.

“She’s jimin’s ex, why?”

Pause.

Taehyung’s eyebrows were almost touching together with the way he was frowning. Did he say something he shouldn’t have? Should he have just lied instead? He didn’t know anymore.

“Can I come over?” You sounded like you were about to break down into tears any second now.

“Yea, of course.” He cut the call.

“Drive faster.” He ordered the driver; chewing on the inside of his cheek.

—

You had been crying for 5 minutes straight. Taehyung, still clueless of the reason for your crying, ran his fingers through your hair gently as you kept crying in his chest.

You finally looked up at his face; and the sight clenched taehyung’s heart.

“What’s the matter, y/n?” He said, looking from your one eye to the other.

You were a hiccuping mess, but his concerned, gentle gaze made you wanna spill everything out. Share every detail of your messed up marriage life with him. And so you did.

“So you’re telling me.. he moaned his ex’s name out loud while fucking you?” Taehyung asked for the 273736th time, just to make sure he had heard you right.

You nodded for the 273736th time as well, your head still plopped in his chest. You felt embarrassed to face him after opening up about what had been bothering you.

“I can’t believe this. Although I do know their relationship used to be pretty serious... but damn.”

You sniffed at his words. How in hell were you only knowing about jimin’s relationship with her?!

Taehyung tried suppressing the smirk beginning to form on his lips.

“I bet it was a mistake, y/n. Jimin would never cheat on you, right?”

His provocative tone caused you to open your mouth, and then close it again. You didn’t know anymore.

“I’m so pathetic.”

Taehyung lifted your chin with his finger and made you look in his eyes.

“Hey! It’s okay. Your feelings are valid, alright? What he did was awful. Unforgivable even.” His face got closer to yours as he said that, and you couldn’t help but drop your gaze on his lips he had been biting on.

“Now be a good girl and eat something, aight?” Saying this, he got up; leaving you hot-faced and embarrassed.

Snap out of it, you slapped your face lightly.

—

The number you have dialled is currently switched off

Jimin groaned, almost smashing his phone against the wall. You were gone. And he didn’t know where you could be at this hour of the night.

He was done calling all of your friends. Heck, he even called jungkook and asked for you but he didn’t know of your whereabouts either.

“Fuck..” he groaned, downing another glass of wine. It burned his throat but he couldn’t care less. He just wanted you to come back, and to apologise to you for what he had done to you.

—

Buzzz

Buzzzzz

Taehyung groaned. Who the hell’s calling at this hour, he thought to himself as he pushed his body off the mattress. His hand roamed around the nightstand til it located his phone.

Jimin?

“Hey?” Taehyung yawned out.

“Hi, taehyung? Have you seen y/n today?” He sounded desperate.

Taehyung looked to his side, where you were peacefully sleeping in his bed. His hand slowly reached out to remove the strands of hair covering your pretty face.

“Y/n?” He spoke; his eyes still glued on your body. “No, why do you ask? What’s wrong?”

“Uh.. nothing. Thanks. Sorry for disturbing you so late at night.”

“Aah.. it’s nothing, jiminah. You can call whenever.” He hung up.

Taehyung turned to face you now; looking at you as if for the first time. The dim moonlight coming from the thin blinds reflecting off of your body made you look ethereal. He leaned in to gently remove the thin strap of your dress from your shoulder; pressing his lips against the skin there.

“You’re mine now, you know that?” He whispered; smirking.

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[lunar-girl-fic]

Stuck~ Part 2

Warning: Language

Y/N POV

Word Count: 1264

A/N: (I am going to put this note of every Stuck post) In no way am I condoning nor am I glorifying the behavior displayed in this story. It is purely fiction and I based this on experiences from my personal life and others I know. With that being said, if you are in a relationship with someone who does something to you without your consent and they put the blame on you I would advise you to reconsider your relationship with that person. In general it’s not really a healthy relationship and it may worsen. I’m not trying to tell anyone what to do I’m just giving honest advice I wish I heard when I was younger.

A/N 2: You are all in for a surprise hehehe

Part 1

It has been a year since the day you left. You were sitting in your best friends living room remembering the day you left Wonho.

Flashback starts

The train you took didn't actually take you to as far as you thought it would. It took you to the other side of town so it didn't really benefit you in your mission. Once you arrived to your destination you called your best friend to pick you up because being alone in that side of town at that time of night scared the crap out of you. When she heard where you were encouraged her get there quicker than expected.

The car ride to her place was quiet but once you stepped foot into her house the dam broke. You cried till you were no longer able to and she was there to comfort you as best as she could. When you finished crying you explained to her what had happened. Of course she took your side and told you that you could stay as long as you need to. At first you were reluctant to because you didn't want to be a freeloader but then she convinced you since finding a new affordable place was going to take some time.

Flashback ends

You heard a timer go off indicating that your breakfast was done heating up. You ate quickly wanting to go to work early hoping you could leave early. You wanted to continue doing some apartment searching after getting off.

Since you still didn't have a car you took the bus to the café you worked at. Unfortunately, the one you worked at is near Starship but thankfully you never saw him or any of his members. That is... until today.

When you arrived you headed to the back to put your apron on so you could relieve your coworker of her duty. You just finished tying it when you heard the front door. You quickly left the back and went to the front counter to greet the new customer.

"Good morning, how may I help you?" You said but you still hadn't looked at the customer because you were logging into the cash register.

"Yea I think I'll have a- noona?" A familiar deep voice said.

You froze. No it couldn't be. Why did your luck have to run out?

After a few seconds you eventually looked up and faced the familiar individual. "Hey Changkyun, how have you been?"

"Pretty good, we just had a comeback so were finally getting a break..." He said while staring you down. You knew he wanted to ask but you weren't in the mood.

"Hm cool, so what would like to order?"

"Oh um I don't know I haven't been here before, have any suggestions?"

You sighed getting annoyed knowing he was doing this on purpose. He was literally about to order. Why was suddenly acting like this? Probably trying to prolong the conversation, you thought.

"I wouldn't know what to suggest since I've never tried anything from here but the Dalgona coffee is pretty popular drink so I guess you should try it."

"What does it taste like?"

"What part of I've never had anything from here don't you understand?" You snapped.

Changkyun visibly flinched at your tone. You felt a little bad because he didn't do anything to you and yet here you were taking out your frustrations on him.

"Sorry about that Changkyun."

"It's fine noona, I know I'm probably the last person you want to see."

"Well uh not really, you didn’t do anything to me... but can you promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"Can you not tell him you saw me here? I really don't think I'm ready to see him."

He smiled a bit, "Between you and I noona I wasn't going to tell him."

"Wait, really?"

"Yea why would I?"

You looked at him confused, "why wouldn't you?"

"No offense noona but what happened between you guys seemed pretty serious so I don't want to contribute any type of negativity to the situation."

You couldn't even answer him. You were a little shock that he would do that especially to his close friend.

"Noona?"

"Huh? Oh sorry I just thought ya know."

"Know what?"

“That you would try to get us back together."

"Do you want to?"

"...I don't think I do."

"Well good because that would've been awkward."

You raised an eyebrow, "Why would it be awkward?"

"Weelllll you see the thing is Wonhohyungisengaged."

"What?"

"I said  Wonho hyung is... engaged."

Your whole world stopped. He's engaged? How could he find someone so fast? Did he not take your relationship seriously? Was he cheating on you when you were together?

"Oh wh-who is the lucky girl?"

"It's Minhyuk hyungs girlfriend sister." He said quietly.

You were instantly filled with irritation. "How did that even happen?!??!?"

"So when you left Wonho hyung came back to live with us. At first it didn't sound like a bad idea but boy was I wrong. All he did was mope and cry. He was so annoying to the point where Shownu hyung told him to shut the f up and he's a peaceful man so that should tell you just how bad it was.  And that was only the first week."

"It was that bad?"

"Trust me when I say you were lucky you weren't there to hear it. I went to bed every night with headphones to drown out his crying. Anyway one night Minhyuk hyung slept over with his fiancé and she heard him crying. Being the kind woman she is she went and tried to comfort him. When he told her what happened she told him to give you space but then she also told him the chances of getting back together with you was zero to none because of what he did."

"How did he take that?"

“I thought with all the crying he did he would've dried out his tear ducts but when I tell you he bawled he could've filled a river. So then when she finally got him to calm down AGAIN she then was able to get him to go to sleep."

"Okay... but that doesn't explain how he started dating her sister."

"Oh well so after that day she kept bringing her sister over because she knew the other members and I so it wasn't awkward. They started talking after her first visit and gradually started hanging out outside of the dorms. Hyung was still hung up over you but after their first date he seemed like he got over you. After a couple dates he asked her to be his girlfriend and just last week he proposed to her."

You were taking in everything you just heard. So Wonho got over you. At first it sounded bad but then you realized what he did to you and you figured it was for the best. He needed  a woman who is going to fulfill his dreams of a family and that was something you clearly couldn't do.

You took a deep breath "Well I hope he's happy with her. He wanted a baby and now he can fulfill his dream."

"Wait, you're okay with this?"

"...Yes"

"If that's the case then are currently single?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, "I suppose, why do you want to know?"

"Well I was just thinking I don't know maybe you wanna you know..."

"Know what?"

"Goonadatewithme?"

"Stop doing that and just tell me."

"Y/N noona would you like to go on a date with me?"

(I’m not entirely sure how Korean men use the word noona. Weather it’s in a relationship or friendship. I’ve seen guys who are in a relationship use it as well so I just assumed it can be used either way. If anyone wants to educate me on it I’m all ears :).)

If you guys would like to buy me some ko-fi please click the link below I would be eternally grateful!

ko-fi.com/lunargirl

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the photos used. I got them off of google.

A/N 3: Does anyone want a part 3? Sorry it took so long to write this :(

[1990stae]

Go Dance ~ myg

- series : opposites attract

- pairing : fboy!yoongix x carefree!reader

-genre : angst 

- word count : 1.5k (its short im sorry)

- warnings : drinking, dirty dancing ? cursing/swearing, its a pretty chill chapter. unedited

-a/n : IVE NEVER WRITTEN ON TUMBLR BEFORE SO IM LIKE LITERALLY TERRIFED SO UH, FEEDBACK IS AMAZING YES PLZ GIVE ME THAT

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Friday Sep 28 , 4:30 PM

“ yn c’mon, we never do anything anymore, why not just, this one party..”

“Because the last time I let you boys drag me to a party, there was some guy groping me for half the night because you thought, and I quote , ‘you two would be cute.’” you looked at Jin lightly before sitting down next to Jimin at the table. 

The boys had taken you to your favorite coffee shop as a small bribe to get you to join them tonight at some frat party you were not interested in. You had already decided to go of course, but Taehyung had already gotten you snacks and makeup from Walmart and you wanted to see just how much more money you could get them to spend before they caught on.

“I’d need new clothes for the night, all of mine are old.” you mentioned, taking a small bite from your cakepop.

“I can buy you something, as long as it’s not too expensive.” Jin pipped up. 

“Are you sure Mom? I dont wanna spend your money.” 

“Yea for sure. It's just a small outfit. Isn't it?” Jimin let out a snicker as Jin finished his sentence.

-

Friday Sep 28 , 8:47 PM

“You’re not wearing the outfit I bought ?!” Jin exclaimed as you pilled into his car, sitting next to Tae in the backseat.

“ I said I was wearing jeans and a  hoodie. You thought I was joking?” you baited, seeing your friend realize what you had done.

“Hyung, how did you not see what she was doing? It was quite obvious.” Jimin told Jin as the car began moving.

Jin said nothing and turned on the radio as he drove towards the campus housing. You lived a few miles away in an apartment with Taehyung, so the drive was short and sweet. 

As you approached the house, you could feel the bass shaking lightly. Stepping out of the car made it more noticeable. The ground below you shook lightly as you walked alongside your friends up to the house. 

The lawn was littered with people dancing and smoking, all sorts of things you thought were better done where the police couldn't catch you. Once you and the boys reached the house you could feel your ear drums bursting at the noise. It wasn't a pleasant sensation nor was it a good song. You sighed and continued following Jin through the house. Stopping in the kitchen.

“Joon!” Jin yelled over the music, throwing his arms up.

“Jin! You guys made it.” He hugged Jin loosely before turning to his friends. Two of which you recognized.

“This is Hobi, Jungkook, and I'm sure you all know Yoongi.” Namjoon patted Yoongi's shoulder lightly before turning back to Jin. Yoongi took a small drink from his cup before looking around, avoiding you and your friends. 

“Right, this is Taehyung, Jimin, and Yn. Nice to meet you all.”

You heard a small scoff and looked over at Hoseok. He seemed uninterested by the situation, but to be fair, so were you.

“Joon, I'm gonna go dance. I’ll see you guys later?” He asked his friend. 

“Yea! Have fun Hyung!” Namjoon told Hobi before watching his friend disappear into the crowd of moving bodies.

You looked around before finding the solo cups and alcohol, moving over to make yourself a drink. Mixing the Coke and Rum in a cup evenly before hearing Tae speaking to Jungkook about some class they had together. 

“Coke and Rum? Seems boring.” a voice mentioned.

“Thanks, I try,” you replied sarcastically before looking up from where the voice had come from. He kept his drink close to his chin as he spoke.

“I didn’t know you and your friends knew what parties were.” he spoke, this time following it with a sip from the cup.

“ aren't you supposed to be sober? Healthy athlete or whatever.” You commented as you turned your body outwards, leaning onto the counter behind you and watching your friends converse about school and work.

“I don't drink” You looked up at him confused as he brought the cup down to your nose, “it’s Coke. I thought loners were always wasted. What's with the half assed drink?”

“I came here with three other people. What about that screams loner to you?” 

“Loner, stoner, same difference really.” he brought the drink back up to his mouth before taking a sip.

“Why are you here if you don't drink?” You knew he was popular, and that he often went to these types of parties. But you only went when forced, and your plan was always to get waisted. 

He looked upward towards the crowd of dancing bodies, “because girls do,” he said to you before sitting his drink down and moving into the room crowded by people.

Jin noticed the separation of you and Yoongi and moved over to where you were standing, taking your drink from your hand and taking a quick drink before handing it back.

“I'm guessing that didn't go too well.”

“Whatever could you mean? It went amazingly. We’re getting married this spring.” you said with a side eye, moving your attention down to your phone and swiping away the notifications.

“He’s really not that bad, yn. Give him a chance. He’s just a bit cocky ya know?” Jin tried, looking at you with small, pleading eyes.

“Why do you want me close to him? He’s pretentious and annoying.”

“Don't ask questions. Go dance,” Jin grabbed the drink from your hand before pushing you away from the counter. You sighed and moved to where you saw Taehyung and Jimin dancing. 

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Friday Sep 28 , 11:24 PM

Once the three of you were together you felt ease rush over you, being with two of your best friends at a party was a feeling you enjoyed. A feeling you felt to cherish. Tae and Jimin were two of the most free spirited people you knew and being around them just seemed to make you feel free as well.

It wasn't long before you three were joined by Jin. Laughing at the people who seemed to lack rhythm and coordination. Jin mocking their dance moves to make you all smile. Jimin and Tae avoided the girls who came up to them. 

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed him, surrounded by girls, as he practically just stood there, enjoying it. A small scoff escaped your mouth as you watched his eyes scan them as they moved around him. 

The situation was corny and gross enough with him finding you in the crowd, your head turned toward him. This small thing boosted his ego, an ego that was already inflated. A smirk planted on his face as he began moving against the bodies surrounding him, holding eye contact with you for the entirety of the song that happened to be playing.

Jimin seemed to notice the smug expression on Yoongi's face as he pulled you closer into him and danced with you pressed to him. 

One of your favorite things about the friends you kept, was that they never seemed to ask questions or doubt each other, just simply followed along. So when Taehyung's arms snaked around you as he stood in front of you, and Jin moved closer into you, you thanked whatever demon or devil sent them to you, because as you turn your attention away from Yoongi and towards your friends who were, in all honesty, helping you do a softcore porn at this point, you heard the girls around him make sad noises. 

By the time the song had ended, Yoongi had disappeared from the living room and you didn’t particularly care. 

“So, who were we seducing?” Tae asked you, shifting away from the close position. 

“Everyone, we were fucking hot.” Jin remarked.

“Yoongi was being a bitch, didn’t think our little yn should have to put up with a bitch boy playing games.” Jimin told the boys before smiling at you.

“I believe whatever we were doing seemed to work because.. Mr. Min is missing and you’re still here. “ Jin teased before walking back to the kitchen, followed by you and the other two.

“I’m bored, can we leave?” you said, pouring yourself a new drink and facing them. They looked as tired as you did. 

“Leaving so soon? No after party?” Yoongi's voice chimed from behind the counter.

“Hmm, yea i think so. There isn't anything interesting here, besides the boys,” you paused and brought your cup up to your mouth, “and there aren't many interesting boys either.” 

You walked out of the house, followed by your friends and all settling into Jin’s car. 

It was tradition, to say the least, to spend nights at your and Taes apartment after late nights, and although it was only a little after 12, no one felt like going home alone. 

You oddly enjoyed this party more than the others you had been to, which was saying a lot seeing as you never liked attending the ‘popular kids’ parties. Not until now.

[rk1kheadcanons]

smol hc: Being the only RK models, CyberLife used some of Markus's base code in Connor's program. Emotions & empathy for social integration, and also some caretaking protocols in case emergency repairs/first aid are needed on the job (IE reactivating the Traci at the Eden Club, or diagnosing & "treating" Hank's ethylic coma LOL). I love the idea of Con getting to take care of Markus for once if he gets injured doing Rebel Leader Things™

🥺 Anon. I love this HC so much. Connor having some caretaker protocols is...yes. Absolutely. The jury is out and they find the defendant correct.

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When Markus limped into his office, practically hopping on one foot every other step, all he wanted to do was bulldoze through his paperwork so he could go home and forget today ever happened. He’d taken a pretty hard hit earlier when a counter protester at their rally thought it was just a capital idea to hurl a brick into the crowd. Much more surprising than the sudden brick to the knee, though, was the (almost terrifying in it’s rapidness) reaction from the crowd. The guy was immediately apprehended and cursed out by human supporters and androids alike. It was wild. His bodyguards barely had to do any work. Markus swore he heard a human yell that thirium shots were on them after this, amidst a chorus of responding cheers. Nothing brings people together like a communal ass whoopin’? Apparently??

God he really hoped that human didn’t drink any thirium. Markus still had nightmares about Leo accidentally mixing up his blue raspberry jello shot with his drink, nevermind the fact that thirium consumables smelled like laundry detergent and poison as purposeful deterrents.  

“Are you sure you don’t want to go see the technician?” said Simon who, as his designated babysitter while North and Josh handled the fallout of the rally, followed into his office after him. 

“Naaahh,” Markus drawled, waving the hand that was grasping a pen as if he could wave away the problem altogether. Not for the first time he wished the government would catch up with the rest of the world and just go paperless. Reading over and signing these tedious documents would be a lot less painful to do if they would just let him download it into his mind like a sensible person would. “I barely feel it, plus my Regenerative Program has already kicked in. By the time I get to the med bay it’ll probably be all fixed.”

“Uh huh,” Simon unconvinced at him. “How long till you’re repaired.”

Markus pulled up the damage report in his HUD. “About six…”  he stared at the readings for a moment longer and, much to Simon’s chagrin, went back to doing his paperwork.

“...six what?”

“Bahhh,” Markus waved his hand again unhelpfully. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to make this sound better. Hopefully, his innate charm would cover for his trash convincing. “Ya know…”

“No. I do not know. What is it? Six minutes?”

Markus grunted.

“Hours!?”

Markus slumped lower in his chair. “Mmmhumph.”

“....Markus,” Simon started in a low warning voice. “If it’s days so help me I’m going to take out your other knee - ”

The door slammed open, startling Simon out of his threat, which was definitely about to escalate to more than Markus’ other knee once he found out it was six weeks. 

“Connor!”

“Good morning Simon,” Connor greeted briskly, expression stormy as he made a beeline for Markus like the man possesses on a mission that he usually was. He was swinging a rather large, rather ominous looking tool box with a red medical cross painted on it. Markus didn’t even stop doing his paperwork. He knew the drill by now. “I heard about what happened and came as fast as I could.”

“Wow, the news has only been out for an hou - wait. Weren’t you in Ohio?”

“Yes. I would have been here sooner but traffic was heavier than usual and the family driving the Escalade was surprisingly insistent on going the speed limit. A majority of police officers won't cite drivers for going between 1-5 miles per hour over,” Connor rolled his eyes and scoffed, like he didn’t follow some laws down to the letter while blatantly disregarding others at any given time. 

“Wha - did you hitchhike all the way here!?”

“Oh no of course not! There is a 46% chance of violent or criminal conduct committed against people who hitchhike.”

“Then how - ”

“I was sitting on top of the aforementioned Escalade.”

Markus gave him his best ‘why are you like this’ stare while Simon gaped in perplexion. “You didn’t need to car surf just to come all the way down here, hon.”

“After hearing about the state you were in, with all my love in the world I violently disagree.”

Markus sighed like a man whose knee wasn’t sparking and twitching at this very moment. And...hm. Maybe it did ache. A teeny bit. Whatever. He was still of the opinion that rubbing some dirt on it and a little stretching was enough to get him through the rest of the day.

“Well, maybe you can help me convince him to go to the technician,” said Simon.

“No need.” Without preamble, Connor plopped the heavy med(?) box on the floor and gently lifted Markus’ leg, hiking up his pants up to the thigh. As he examined it, intense as any jeweler examining a rare diamond, he hooked the back of a nearby stool with his foot and pulled it over, resting the leg on it. Markus neither struggled nor visually reacted; just kept stringently doing his paperwork like nothing was going on.

When Connor pulled out a collapsible creeper seat and rolled under Markus’ leg as if he were a mechanic working on a car, Simon went from passive observer to concernedly going around the desk to see what all the RK800 was doing.

“H-hey wait a second! Connor - it’s a pretty serious wound, maybe we should let the professionals handle it!”

Connor rolled slightly from under Markus with a large drill in his hand and an unimpressed look on his face. Surprisingly, Simon was not reassured by this in the slightest. “I assure you Simon that I am fully equipped with the latest caretaking protocols now could you please pass me that monkey wrench.”

“What seriously- UHH! I mean...” Realizing how insulting that sounded, Simon hurried to hand Connor the tool, clearing his throat. “I didn’t realize you had such uh...versatile programing.”

“It’s the same base code used in mine, actually,” Markus added, using his free hand to pat Connor’s soothingly when he heard him grumbling things like “I can do more than kill things” and “No one has been irreparably maimed in my Knitting Circle”. Damn right honey, Markus thought, Greta and Patrica have had nothing but nice things to say about you’re wool socks.

“Oh riiiiiight. You two are from the same model line, I…” Markus could practically Jedi Sense Simon about to say ‘I forget that sometimes’, so he looked up at the PL600 and shook his head firmly with glaring eyes. Simon, sheepish, held up his hands placatingly and held his tongue.

“The code...has been streamlined to cater more towards field and emergency repairs,” Connor admitted reluctantly, but then quickly added, “but combined with my own personal research outside of my programming, it is no less effective.”

Eager to keep his foot out of his mouth, Simon merely nodded in agreement. He couldn’t, however, keep the growing alarm showing from his face as Connor pulled more and more absurd tools out of his box (the electric saw was particularly disconcerting), and started contorting around Markus so that he wasn’t interfering with his work in ways that at first, seemed normal, but were steadily becoming more on par with a cirque du soleil act. That alarm changed into bewilderment when he tilted Markus’ chair back, put a car jack under his desk so that it tilted forward at the perfect writing level, put a pillow behind his head and a fizzy thirium drink (complete with a fun crazy straw) in his mouth. His standard office setup now suddenly a mini spa. 

When Connor started working a polisher to his knee Markus practically melted back into the chair. Oh that sneaky bastard. He knew Markus wouldn’t be able to get anything done by administering the android equivalent of a deep tissue massage. 

Bewilderment now firmly settled on amusement, and thoroughly reassured that his friend/boss was in good hands, Simon started to take his leave. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it Connor. If you need back up to make sure this guy takes it easy we’re all on stand by.”

Connor nodded. “I will escort him home for further recuperation as soon as I have finalized his repairs.”

Markus, eyes closed as he happily sipped at his Particle-Colada, grunted in response to Simon’s farewell. He was a little annoyed that everyone was treating him like a toddler over his small injury, and a little more annoyed that Simon had felt the need to hover around Connor, as if he were bracing for the RK800 to do something violent, before trusting his good intentions. Granted, Markus (begrudgingly) could admit that Connor’s methods certainly weren’t...standard caretaker protocols, and that his bedside manner was well...much like the android himself; aggressive, confusing, and, most importantly, well-meaning.

“‘Can’t go home,” Markus murmured around his straw, very convincingly and not at all like he was about to ascend to a higher plane. “Still got work to do.”

“Hmm. Do you now?” With a fond, humoring, smile, Connor cranked up the power on the polisher. Markus swore his soul was straight vibin’.

Yea, actually. Maybe work could wait till tomorrow.

[lovely-necromancy]

A Cure for Insomnia CH 15

////TW Deceptions of canon typical violence and a home invasion near the end////

“Yea so the pizza is not only aesthetically pleasing but pretty fuckin' good too.”you finish your rant on why the two of you should drive out to Point Pleasant some time.

“Not gonna lie it seems more like you want to,” he pops his knuckles, “drag me miles away to sacrifice me to some old god.” the popping gets worse.

Shit, Toby's getting nervous. You probably look pretty sketchy right now considering the fact that you've been suggesting the two of you go out to Point Pleasant for the past thirty-ish minutes. Toby had pulled off to the shoulder lane once Connor's barking started up. Alerting the two of you to his incoming tics. It seemed to be a long episode so you offered to drive off the interstate and on to the side of the road instead. Hoping that maybe the absence of the additional outside stimulants coming from cars driving past you two would calm Toby's tics.

Unfortunately you'd gotten caught up talking about your late night escapades having been taken by the fact that Toby didn't seem to mind. He'd actually understood that restlessness you went on about. And when he asked what was the furthest town you've driven to in one night. You kind of let loose and spilled your guts about the Mothman capital.

For half an hour, on an offshoot of the interstate in the middle of nowhere, he was trapped with no where to run. Of course the poor guy was probably scared of you at this point. He was just indulging you out of fear not out of any genuine interest.

Why couldn't you just read signals properly?

“No!” from his jump you've probably said that way too loudly, “I mean sorry I get carried away – Mothman's cool – the town is a nice tourist trap and I thought you'd think it was cool – but then I just probably just seemed weird to you and now I just....ughr none of that made sense did it?”

“Weeell” he drags out as thought he's thinking on it “nope none.”

Looking at his face you can see his red stained scarred lips pull into a sort of smirk and there's a glint in his eyes. He's being sarcastic, he's making fun of you. He isn't weirded out by you just being yourself and ranting about nothing in particular or running around in circles with a train of thought only  to get confused or baffled by the workings of your own brain.

The smug dick. Letting you spiral while he watched on in amusement. This reeks of Brian, has his fuck boy energy written all over it. You'll just have to spend more time with Toby to make sure the sweet man next to you doesn't turn into a menace to society. Or at least not a menace to you.

“Meanie.” you blow a raspberry in his direction, he returns the gesture albeit a lot messier than he intended. Spit seeps from the gash in his cheek and dribbles down the scarred edge of his lips.

Toby lets out a grunt and looks down at his spit in disgust. Whether that's in himself or just his spit you can't tell. Leaning over the console you pop open the glove box to hand him some emergency napkins you had in there.

“Fuckin' Mary Poppins.” you hear him mutter over you.

Choosing to ignore his teasing and take the high road in this you hand him the napkins and relax back into your seat. Watching him run the napkin up and down his arms trying to get any spit that may have backfired onto him, which was definitely most of it.

“You good?” you ask.

“Uh yea 's just spit no big deal.” it's such a simple statement but you can't help the smile that it brings to your face.

You meant if he'd be good to drive yet since you two had been out here for the better part of an hour now. It was nearly two in the afternoon. Neither of you anticipated the quick slushy run turning into an all day event. And while you wouldn't mind driving around for two more hours or so – you're quickly coming to the end of your battery.

“Meant to drive, dork.”

“Hmm...Yea should be now,” Toby says wadding up the napkins before spinning in the passenger seat towards you and gently flinging the wad of napkins in your face, “and 'm not a dork. You are.”

Returning his spit used napkin to him, tossing it just a tad harsher than he originally had, “You're right you're a brat!”

You exit the car before he can throw it at you again. Though it really doesn't matter when he just pelts you with it from over the hood when you switch seats anyway. Picking the napkin up off the ground you hold on to it and place it in one of the empty slushy containers sitting in your console.

The mature course of action. However, you do poke your tongue out at Toby as you do it. He only rolls his eyes as he huffs out a laugh at you.

Toby hovers over the gear shift waiting for either an alert or one of his tics to rear its head. When neither happens he put the car in drive and you two begin your hour and half drive back to Kepler.

Or would've, had it not been for the traffic you seemed to get stuck in not even five minutes after getting back on the interstate.

“You're fucking kidding me.” Toby says incredulously.

After ten minutes of going nowhere, all the while his leg bouncing was shaking the car, Toby abruptly get out of the car and marches to the passenger door flinging it open.

“You're driving.” is all he says.

You don't think there's any talking him out of it. You're good to drive so that isn't the issue, his abruptness about the situation is what stuns you. Wordlessly you get out of the car and take the wheel. Getting buckled in you see from the corner of your eye Toby grabbing you phone and typing away.

He seems to find what he's looking for as static flows through your stereo. The sponsored ads for the white noise “podcast” start playing before fading back into the never ending static. Your phone is placed back under the radio and Toby reclines his seat all the way.

It's tense for a moment as you wait for something else to happen. Whether it's an outburst or an explanation you aren't sure, the anticipation for anything to happen hangs thick in the car. You keep your focus on the road and traffic in front of you figuring Toby will let you know what's up in his own time.

The sound of shuffling comes from behind you as Connor scoots over to his handler to be of assistance. Only for him to be gently waved off. And he goes back to his spot laying down and honing in on you. Since you are currently driving...even though scooting the car up a few inches in the past twenty minutes shouldn't really qualify as driving. Nevertheless the pup remains vigilant in his work.

It's probably an hour or so before Toby finally speaks, breaking the semi silence he put the car in.

“Traffic jams make me anxious.” he doesn't move from his reclined position, just stares up at the ceiling of your car.

A noncommittal hum comes from the back of your throat. You'd assumed it was something to that nature but didn't want to pry. It must be bad if it was something that made him willingly pass the torch of driving, something that also made him wildly uncomfortable.

“Wanna talk – or do you just need silence.”

The answer came in the form of the silence that followed. It was another long hour and a half before the traffic finally cleared. You weren't even aware so many people could be on the interstate going through West Virginia on a Monday afternoon. Since you were at the tail end of the traffic by the time you got to where you assume it started, by the left over debris in the road and fresh skid marks heading into the median, you really couldn't put together what had gone on.

Your eyes didn't focus in on the leftovers of the accident nor did you slow down like many other vehicles. It's not like you enjoy seeing the wreckage of cars or people being lifted into ambulances but you understand most people give in to that base human curiosity. You just hoped everyone involved was safe and okay.

From your peripheral you catch Toby turning his head to face you every few minutes or so. Disregarding it as a tic you continue on driving. While this accident had cleared you don't doubt the power of stupidity to not influence another reckless driver, who might now be late from traffic, to start weaving in between lanes.

“Are we past it?” comes the quietest voice you've ever heard from Toby.

So stunned by the volume it takes you a minute to register what he'd asked.

“Uh...oh yea. We passed it like fourteen minutes ago?” assuming 'it' had been the crash site, though you hadn't been keeping track of time honestly.

No point when the two of you would be getting back to Kepler after dark anyway. You'd ask Toby if he'd want to grab food before you drop him off at the lodge but his continued silence as he fixes his seat up right clues you in that he might not be up for anything other than turning in for the night. Honestly you're at the point yourself, so you don't really mind the silence driving back.

Just like you thought the two of you got into Kepler a little after eight o'clock. Having been stopped by another accident, this one not lasting nearly as long to get situated, had really taken a toll on Toby's mood though. You could practically feel something eating at him as anxiety radiated off his form.

He didn't offer any clarification for his reactions and you didn't pry. Most times when you get a similar way you find it's easier to just let it run it's course than to try and calm yourself. So you're a little surprised when you reach the lodge and  Toby practically volts out of your car, when he gently taps on your window after he's retrieved Connor from behind you.

“Get home safe.”

Those words hit your ears with a bit more weight than they normally do. Maybe because the day's been full of accidents on the road. Or maybe because of the lack of interaction the two of you have had for the past four hours. Whatever the reason it doesn't change how Toby lingers at your side even after your reply. He finally steps away, once again falling silent, and you're able to drive home after a final farewell to him.

The way Toby reacted today never leaves your mind. While theories and ideas toss around in your head you can feel the bubbling weight in your stomach build as cold sweats break out all over your body. Combating the weight in your stomach is its emptiness. Having only eaten the bowl of cereal today and nothing else has left you on empty since you'd gotten into traffic. However, being so preoccupied with Toby's change in behavior you'd forgone food in favor of getting your friend home as soon as possible.

Pausing when you come to the fork in the road making you choose between going straight home and fighting with cooking a meal or running to the mini mart and grabbing something quick and unhealthy. You normally take a bit to decide, but today it seems your gut is telling you to forgo the food and get home. You can't quite place a finger on what you're feeling – not quite fear or anxiety or even paranoia. All of which would be valid considering how weird your afternoon had been. Instead it feels like a little voice is ever so quietly telling you that you should get home immediately.

The voice pipes up again as soon as you gently shut your car door. It seems to warn you that there is danger near by.

'Fuck' is all you can think about as memories of the evidence of your stalker come into play.

It had been so busy lately that you'd honestly forgotten all about the stalker. Hell your bat was still in your room, so you were fucked if your intuition was right about this. You were at least going to be smart about this and pull up the Cowell's home phone contact on your cell before even getting near the front door. If anything happened you'd call and either leave a message or have a concerned Big Jo over instantly.

The house is silent as you open and shut the front door. Not anything new to you but with the tension in the air you're more than certain someone is here with you. Making your way through the house you peer into the kitchen and living room. The coast is clear on those fronts which leaves the hall closet, your bedroom, and the bathroom right across from your room.

Quickly ruling out the closet because of the limited space for a grown adult to hide in. The only options are your bedroom and the bathroom. The bathroom that has the door open at all times and would make a great place to hide and ambush you while you went into you room. Or a good place to lock yourself in to call Jo in case they were in your room, you'd just have to be ready to sprint out faster than they could register seeing you. Then there's your room, multiple hiding spots and the baseball bat you'd left in there. Even if they came empty handed they were the one with the weapon right now, you had to be careful.

As you make your way slowly and soundlessly down the hall way you hear a small beep come from your bedroom just as you stand in the doorway of the bathroom. You don't own anything that beeps. This thought causes you to freeze in place all but your thumb which hits the dial button.

Just in time too, because in your stupor a large figure in a black ski mask opens the door to your bedroom. You barely have time to react to the sudden appearance before they come barreling into you. A sharp pain bursts in the back of your head as it collides with the wall that you are tackled into. Phone forgotten, instinctively you bring both hands to your attacker's face.

They may be wearing a ski mask but it will do little to protect their eyes against your nails. Thankfully they have a stupid red frowny face decorating the mask, giving you the perfect target for their eyes. Not expecting your quick reflexes the attacker pulls away slightly trying to get out of your reach, and get your hands off of their mask. They must be worried you'll find out their identity, and while that would be nice you'd enjoy surviving this encounter a lot more. So you continue your assault on your would be assaulter.

A large hand comes down and swoops both of yours in a crushing grip. Harshly yanking them away from their face. Unfortunately for them they'd gotten one of your knees pressed against your chest when they tackled you. With the new distance between your bodies you're able to lift your leg up higher and kick at them.

“Get OFF of me..you piece of SHIT.” more force exerted on certain words while you kicked them solidly in the chest.

Their grip actually gets tighter on your hands as you knock the air out of their lungs. Aside from that and their pained grunts they weren't giving much of a reaction. You'd be certain you weren't kicking hard enough if it wasn't for a cough that ripped through them on a particularly powerful kick to the stomach.

There's a distant warble that you can't make out, it's high pitched and annoying. Good, that irritating sound will only succeed in pissing you off more and enabling you to unleash your rage on the fucker holding you down right now.

Before you can give another blow pain erupts through your chest as it constricts. You can't breathe and you see black dots forming in your vision as you're slammed into the tile floor of your bathroom. There's a foggy feeling in your head, and that distant warble gets more frantic and higher in pitch. But you can't focus on that you can't focus on anything that isn't the merciless thudding in your chest, the pounding of your head, and the god awful static that is starting to burn your ears like a white hot fire.

With the first heavy and heaving breath you're able to take as your assailant presses you into the ground, you feel the rush of adrenaline surge through you. Without any leverage you can do little more  than squirm and thrash under the heavier figure. A brief feeling of vindication showers you as one of your arms is tugged free in your flailing. Your attacker isn't quick enough to restrain you this time and you reach your hand up to their face, this time intent on clawing it up from under the mask. That way some one would know based on the nail marks who did this, and maybe the DNA left under your skin would be enough identify them and save a future would be victim.

God you didn't want to be a victim.

Just before you can hook your fingers into their flesh they are thrown off of you. All adrenaline you had before turns into ice as you stare at their companion. The white mask with painted black features. It hadn't been a hallucination.

They hadn't been a hallucination.

They'd been in your home before. While you were there and blissfully unaware. They'd been so still, so quiet that you'd never even thought they were anything more than a messed up part of your psyche. There isn't enough time to dwell on this feeling of pure terror that spikes through you. But you still freeze in the face of the mask, only to be rewarded with an iron grip locked into your hair pulling you up by the scalp. Then you're bashed against the floor twice.

You honestly hadn't meant to play dead. In your shock it was the only thing you could do to just go limp. That once high pitched warble is now a drawn out moan almost, the static is playing at the edges of your mind as you barely make out the sound of retreating footsteps.

You want to roll onto your back but as nausea hits you at just the thought you stay on your side. Eyes fluttering against your will, this time not a tic but in an attempt to heal your body on it's limited energy reserves. You doubt you'd be able to turn over again if you needed to vomit. Hell you'd be lucky to stay conscious till someone came looking for you.

Would that be in the morning when you don't show up for work? Would it be days from now? Wait did you manage to call the Cowells?

The pounding in your head gets worse with each passing second. You officially can't keep your eyes open anymore. There's no reaction from you when you hear your front door burst open and yelling echo through the empty house. You don't stir from your sleep as someone taps you, not shaking you but just gentle taps careful to not exacerbate your injuries.

When Big Jo got to your home he slammed open your door and had his gun at the ready for your attackers. The house didn't look messed with and nothing was out of place, at least to him he'd only ever been out this far to drop little Jo off once or twice. It was quiet in your home except for a murmuring coming down the hall. So he made his way down slowly, vigilant for any sudden movement if there was anyone other than you here. He'd called your name several times since entering and hadn't received a reply.

As he got closer to the bathroom the murmuring became louder, peering in his heart stopped for a beat. The weathered man has seen a lot of shit in his time but he always hated to see a kid in your condition. Beaten with bruises littering your face and wrists all while being unresponsive as he tried to wake you. The source of the noise became clear when he saw your phone a few feet away slid into the corner away from you.

Dia was still on the line and sobbing now. If that didn't twist the knife that was already speared into his heart. Picking up your phone he spoke with his wife trying to reassure her as he felt for a pulse. You had one, one that was faster than normal. Your body was probably still reeling from what you just went through. But he wasn't a doctor and wouldn't count you out of the woods until one assessed you themself.

Jo wasn't waiting long before he heard the sirens, he went out front to meet the sheriff. After you'd been packed into an ambulance and taken to St. Francis Hospital Jo told Dia so she could meet you there. He'd stuck around while the sheriff and his deputy surveyed the area and came back to him for his statement.

“Looks like we've got most of what we needed Jo...But the kid, they got hallucinations you said?” Sheriff Owens asked.

“Why're you asking Zeke?” now wasn't the time to anger the large man as he was barely holding his normal civility.

“Now I don' mean nothin' by it – 's jus' tha' well we didn' find any evidence of a break in.”

“You think the kid coulda done that to themself? The marks on their wrists are bigger than their hands!”

“Jo, in some cases people sufferin' from delusions can do all sorts a things ta themselves... 'm just trin' ta find out if we ought ta have 'em kept in the ward for a bit.”

“They're fine. They've told me themself that they only get visual hallucinations and they can differentiate between the two.” a small lie on his part, he knows occasionally a hallucination will grab your attention for longer than it should if that were the case but he'll keep you out of the damn ward for now because this wasn't a hallucination. He had heard the struggle going on between you and someone else.

Right now his top concern was getting to the hospital and meeting up with Dia to make sure your condition was stable. If he had to lie to the sheriff to do it, so be it. Not like he wouldn't enlist his own detail to figure out what went down here. He'd let you stay with them while he contacted Lydia about updating security on her property.

Sheriff Owens didn't put up a fight on this, and said he'd swing by the hospital Wednesday to get your statement on the encounter. With that the sheriff and deputy piled into their car and left. Jo had found your keys still in the door and locked your home, a lot of good it did you but at least this way a bear wouldn't get in before they set up the new system.

Jo got to St. Francis and was greeted by his teary eyed daughter and sobbing wife. Dia really wasn't cut out for any type of violence. He's have to make sure she called her therapist this week for an extra appointment or two just to help her through this. Looking at his daughter he sees the worry in her eyes as she runs to him.

A doctor comes up to the family to inform them of your condition.

“Ah Mr. Cowell good to see you. Mx. LN is responsive right now, and in enough of their right mind to complain that we are keeping them awake.” The doctor pauses with a slight chuckle, “We have them set up with an IV drip that's giving them fluids, their pain meds, and for tonight they'll also have a caloric infusion. They mentioned that they hadn't eaten much today. So to ensure their body has the energy to heal we thought it'd be the best course of action. We're keeping them up for another hour or so before they can sleep and then we'll be keeping them for observation for at least two days.”

“Can we see YN?” little Jo interrupts.

“Unfortunately we believe they wouldn't enjoy that right now. Their injuries aren't extensive but they are quite cranky due to residual pain and hunger.” the doctor says with a smile to little Jo. “Now speaking of their injuries the worst of which is their slight concussion again we're monitoring that and they seem to be very receptive to us right now. And then there's the dislocation of their left shoulder that we've already mended and the various bruising and mental trauma they're likely to retain from the incident your wife has briefly informed us about. We'll give a card for a good therapist to you and one to Mx. LN on their departure. When can we expect the Sheriff coming?”

“Owens said Wednesday.”

“Perfect, then that should be all. If anything changes or we want to keep them longer we'll let you know right away. And Miss Cowell if you come back in the morning we're sure Mx. LN will be much more agreeable company.”

The doctor waits for a moment letting the Cowells have time to process and ask a question or two. But when nothing comes up the doctor turns away to continue their work elsewhere.

And with that the very emotionally exhausted Cowell family go home. With plans to come visit you sometime tomorrow. Big Jo does however makes a few phone calls before going to bed that night. It isn't lost on him that he's already had one employee mysteriously vanish, he doesn't like the thought that she was targeted and your next on some hit list.

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Don’t be mean (Daryl Dixon)

Requested by @shawtygonemad

Warnings: swearing

Most of this well be on Y/n’s pov but there will be some Daryl’s pov

And you can change it to your name but I’m putting it as Y/n

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Daryl’s pov

All I could think about was Y/n and her northern accent she gets when she’s mad and tired. I’ve seen her get mad at people and it honestly makes me wonder where she’s from because she has a thick and heavy northern accent. But I’ve always been to shy to go and even say hi to her. I’ve always liked her and wanted to talk to her since she wondered upon us when the CDC blew up. The only times I’ll talk to her is when we have to go out on a run together but I’ll only manage to get a couple of words out not even a full sentence.

Y/n’s pov:

I was on a run with Michonne, Rick, and Carl. We went on a run to get stuff for well Lil ass kicker because Rick nor Carl has given her a name yet and Daryl decided to call her Lil ass kicker so ever since then I’ve called her that. I honestly felt bad for Rick and Carl because Rick lost his wife even though she cheated on him with Shane he still lost he wife, but Carl had to shoot he mother and I couldn’t imagine what that feels like. I was with Rick at the moment searching houses while Carl and Michonne was going to go get something. I was in the kitchen while Rick was searching upstairs. I was going through the cabinets when a I found a bottle of bourbon whiskey. I put it in my bag because why not get wasted later on.

“Find anything yet Rick!” I yelled

“Yea a highchair and a pack of condoms!” Rick yelled back

I started laughing my ass off until Rick walked down the stairs with something behind his back.

“Don’t tell me you grabbed them?” 

“...… I did.”

I giggled a little, then grabbed my bag and helped Rick go grab the highchair. Once we manage to get the highchair in the trunk of the car we leaned against it waiting for Michonne and Carl.

“Hey I’m going to go search this house while we wait for them.”

I walked off without him answering and once I got to the door I banged on it and waited a while. And once I didn’t hear and anything I opened the door with my knife ready for anything to pop out on me. So far I haven’t found anything at all that would be useful for us. I went upstairs to see if there was anything in there and I found a room with a hole in the wall and I looked through it and I saw a crossbow and I immediately thought of Daryl and how he had a crossbow and I remembered that he always has to fix his, so why not get him a new one. I backed away from the wall and went to the door but when I opened the door I got tackled to the ground I looked up and saw a walker was on me and I was confused because I didn’t hear him but when I saw he had his jaw cut of I now knew why. Once I managed to get him off me I stood up and look for my knife but when I saw it, it was under the walker. The walker lunged at me again but I pushed him away and ended up tripping over but I landed by my knife I grabbed it and as soon as the walker was about to take a bite out of my calf I threw my knife in his head.

I got up and grabbed my knife and went in the room and got the crossbow off the wall and decided that was enough so I made it back outside to see that Rick, Michonne, and Carl was waiting for me.

“Your bleeding!” Carl exclaimed while pointing to my side.

I looked at my side to see blood seeking through my tank top.

“I guessed I cut myself while fighting that walker.”

After we made it back to the prison and Hershel patched me up, I realized I still had the crossbow and I didn’t give it to Daryl yet. So after Hershel told me to take it easy with jobs I went to my cell to see the crossbow so I grabbed it and I saw a lip pop out of the bag as well so I grabbed it and decided hey why not make Dixon drink with me. I made it to the cell Daryl stays in and I softly knocked on it.

“come in,” 

I walked in the cell and moved the curtain back to cover the doorway.

“Hey, on the run we went on I found this and thought maybe you should have it.” 

I handed him the crossbow and shifted to my other foot feeling a little awkward.

“thanks,” he mumbled

“So wanna drink with me Dixon.”

All he did was grunt and I looked at him to see he was looking at the bottle of bourbon.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

I sat down at his little table and opened the bottle and took the first sip. After a while I got drunk and Daryl got tispy.

“So Dixon had any siblings?” 

“Huh?”

“Do you have any siblings?” 

“oh uh yea, a brother he’s name was Merle.”

We spent awhile talking about Merle and then it got silent for a while until Daryl broke it.

“ya know, if Merle was here he would think ya accent was fake.”

“What why?”

“Because ya have a thick and heavy accent he would think ya was forcin it.”

“Ahhh yea i’m from Minnesota so,”

“So everyone has a accent like ya.” he smirked

“ya making fun of my accent now, huh.”

He started laughing at my face that I pulled while asking him that.

“Hey at least I dont grunt all the time instead of answering people!” I stated while laughing.

“Hey! I don’t grunt all tha time.”

“mhmm whatever helps ya sleep better at night grumpy.”

“At least i don’t say ‘He’s blowin up a storm” or sum to someone when someone is angry.”

“ well all ya do when someones mad is grunt in annoyance and growl and stare.”

We both laughed at that Daryl looked at me and goes.

“ya know I can’t believe you call people tater tot, like its not tha nickname it’s tha accent that makes me laugh.”

“Hey! you say tater tot with an accent too, so don't come at me.”

We started laughing and after a while we both calmed down and just sat there.

“I think imma go to bed so scram.”

“Hey! don't be mean!”

He laughed while I stood up and grabbed the bottle and made it to my cell, and as soon as me head hit the pillow I was out like a light.

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It’s kinda long so I hope y'all don’t mind that.

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SNEEZE.

Obispo “Bishop” Losa x reader

Anon asked: hey darling i would like to request an imagine with bishop about something like this: you work on the scrapyard helping chucky (or in the bar at mayans parties) and he has a soft spot on you, but you think he is just nice but in fact it’s because he is in love with you but he is scared that you don’t reciprocate the feeling and because you are much younger than him

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💖

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After sneezing for sixth time, your nose starts to bleed, covering it with both hands and a “shit” drowned in your throat. Tranq and Bishop look at you with raised eyebrows, seen you using a cloth when the drops stain your shirt. 

“You ok, kid?” The president asks visibly worried. You nod throwing your head forward and breathing by your mouth.

“I'll find you a shirt, wait”. The other mexican says, disappearing through the hallway to the dorms.

“Com'ere, sit down”. Bishop offers you a hand, guiding your steps to the closer sofa.

Nailing your elbows on your nap, you continue with your head down as your mother taught you when you were a child. 

“Are you cold, or sick, or something like, ah?”

“I think so... Yesterday… the heating in my house just… broke. And when I sneeze too much, this happens”. You sigh pulling away the cloth to see how it's going. Still bleeding.

“Did you call a tec'?” Then, you shake your head because you actually forgot it. “What if I take you home, uh? You should rest”.

The man places his right palm on your forehead, noticing that it's warm than normal. The gesture gives you some chills, coughing because of the blood stuck in your throat. Tranq offers you the the shirt, he was looking for, as the president helps you to getting up.

“Change it, okay? I'll ride you home”.

“I'm ok, prez”. You shake your head taking it. “I just… gonna change it and go back to work. I have to… I have to get everything ready fo' tonight”.

“Querida, you're not gonna work having fever”.

“Yea', nor bleeding like that. Stockton is like an excited bull when they see something red”. Tranq makes you chuckle, nodding just one time before walking towards the bathroom.

“Find Coco, tell him I need his car for a couple hours”. 

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Your house feels like the North Pole, bearing in mind that the sun only gives you a couple of hours a day and that you forgot to close the large window of the living room. At least, you left it after clean the mess in it. Sideways, you find Bishop trying not to look around, so you would not think that he's ‘too curious’. Continuing your steps to the window, you close it and you also run the curtains. Sneezing again covering your nose with both hands, and turning to your boss, you sigh heavily.

“Have a cold shower and get some rest. I'll get you some pills to help you, and find a tec' who fix the heating, ok?”

“Sounds like ain't another option”. You joke a little, trying to breathe by your nose.

Bishop smirks at you, putting his gaze away before leaving your house. He's always attentive, kindly and gentle with you, helping with whatever he can help without even asking him to do it. And it feels nice having someone who takes care of you so disinterestedly, and wanting nothing back. Just doing it because it's what he desiderate. And because of that, you obey every indication the man gives you without complain about it.

After having a shower and putting on some comfy sport clothes, you lie down on the sofa hugging a cushion. You don't feel better, with the stuffy nose and the dry throat. Have fever and a cold on a day like this it's a big shit, because Mayans pays pretty good jack for some hours serving beers and shots. And even if you don't need it, not at all, it's always okay to save some more money. Turning on the tv and looking for whatever to watch, you wait for your boss to come back, falling asleep in the process.

You can't know how much time has passed, when you feel a hand narrowing your shoulder gently with a sweet voice calling you. Opening your eyes so slowly, you find Bishop there. Getting up to sit, you cough covering your mouth with a fist.

“How you feel, ah?”

“I'm okay”. You lie, making him chuckle for a second.

“The sales' told me you should take one of this, every six hours”. He says then, giving you a small box of analgesics by taking it off from a cardboard box. “And I also bought you an orange juice”.

Putting it on the table, he walks to the kitchen, coming back towards you in just a few seconds. 

“Didn' know if you have a thermometer, so…” Having a sit by your side, he grabs it from inside the bag to take off the plastic that wraps it. “Okay, open your mouth”.

You can't help but laughing with some difficulties, taking it under your tongue and pressing your lips while he serves you the drink in the crystal glass. After exactly one minute, the thermometer beeps six times. Bishop removes it from your mouth, looking at the number that it's marking. The man clicks his tongue, somewhat disappointed.

“You will not work tonight”.

“But I'm okay!” You complain about his decision, whilst he's raising both eyebrows.

Ignoring you, the man takes one of the pills giving it to you and offering the juice with the other hand. Sighing heavy you obey again, pulling back your hair before it.

“You don' have to do'et”. You exhale resting the back against the sofa and turning your head to him.

“Do what?”

“Stay here. Take care of me like that”.

“Are you gonna do it?”

No. Not at all. If it were up to you, you would continue working on the scrapyard. But you have to recognize that you feel a little bit ashamed of Bishop seeing you looking like shit, and putting all your efforts so that he doesn't notice it.

“You can go, if you need it. I do—”.

“I'm staying till after lunch, you need to eat. So, go to bed and rest”. Palming one of your thighs, kicking off his boots and leaving the kutte on the armrest, he raises both eyebrows with no more gesture on his face.

You do it, again without any compliment knowing that you already lost the battle of working tonight at the Mayan party. Falling down on your bed and hugging your pillow with both arms, after lower the blind, you try to have some rest but because of your stuffy nose you know it's not a possibility. So you just lie there, with the door almost open but seeing Bishop focused in his phone through the opening. 

Sometimes you ask yourself why he is so gentle with you, since the first moment you met. With the time, you thought that maybe he had a kid and he was just being protective, or something like. But then you knew that he hadn't more family than Marcus Alvarez, el Padrino. You feel like a stalker watching him enraptured, trying to pretend you're not looking at him when the man gets up after some hours there. Maybe it's time to eat, but you have your phone in the living room. So you just wait again for Bishop.

And when a delicious smell slices into your room, calling you as the sweetest and charming melody, flooding it completely; you hear two knocks on your door, finding his shadow on the floor.

“Lunch is ready, c'mon, kid”.

“I'm not a kid”. You snort getting out from your door, as he laughs softly.

“You are, compared with me”.

“Yea', I'm sorry, Mr. Mummy”. You joke on him, coughing again as soon as you try to laugh walking towards the table. “Boiled veggies… Seriously, Obispo? 'Amma joke to you?”

“See? You're a kid”.

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After being sure that you can take care of yourself for the moment, the president left your house to attend the party. Highlighting thousands times to call him in case you continue worse. You're not going to do it, because he has the right to have some fun and don't wasting his time being a nurse, but you nod the thousand times back. Even if you enjoyed his company, it's not fair.

Desperate and rough knocks hits your door, waking you up violently and jumping off from the sofa very dizzy. Your heart is about to stop because of the hits, walking sleepy towards the main door. 

“Why haven't you answered your phone, ah?! You scared the shit outta' me!”

“Shit, lower your voice, prez. My head is gonna explode”. You sob between growls.

Without expecting, he places a hand on your forehead and another on your nape. Clicking his tongue, he walks inside your house right to your room. With the door still open, he comes back holding a hoodie and a pair of sneakers.

“Put them on, we're going to the hospital”.

“Bishop, I'm fi—”.

“No, you're not”. He snorts somewhat upset, stretching both arms.

You know you can't fight against him, being more headstrong than you. So sitting on the closest chair, you put on the shoes before wearing the sweater. Walking by his side to the Coco's car, you have a seat on the copilot one, adjusting the seat belt around your body. You have never seen Bishop driving more than his bike, till today. And you have to recognize he does it pretty well too, thinking about something he's bad into. Nothing, apparently. Sometimes he's a little annoying, like now, knowing that you don't need to visit the urgencies.

In the road, you look for your insurance number in your phone, keeping it opened to fill the former as long as you're there. But he decided to do it for you, forcing you to wait for him at the waiting room. It's cold, at least, it's what you feel trembling slightly and curling your legs against your chest above the chair. Bishop doesn't look happy when he sits next to you, probably because the doctors are going to take a while to see you, with all the people there sitting behind your back. The man looks at you, with your eyes closed and breathing by your mouth, hearing somewhat like a zip being opened. You raise your gaze to him when he helps you to get up a little, so he can wraps you with his jacket.

“I got you, have some rest”. He speaks with a low tone, don't wanting to bother you, nor your headache, placing an arm on your shoulders pushing your body close to him.

Getting a little more comfy over his chest with your cheek resting there, you sigh closing your eyes feeling too tired. For you, it's just another cold. But for him, seems like you're dying. It's funny finding out how careful he can be. And you're starting to be okay with that when he ends up sitting you on his lap, thinking you could be better, curling your legs above the next chair whilst he's holding you tightly. Yes, it's feels so much better. Maybe it's not that bad being sick, even when you look like a helpless child sheathed by a jacket bigger than you and his arms surrounding your body.

Some long minutes after, when you're almost falling asleep and you're feeling warm, your name resonates through the megaphone. Bishops helps you to get up, still holding you and following the hallways to the doctor's office. 

“(Y/N)?” The man asks seeing you both come in after calling to the door.

“Yea'”. You mutter going straight to the stretcher and sitting there.

“How you feel, miss?”

“Pretty good, doc—”. You cough again, putting a hand on your chest when it rips you internally.

“She has almost one hundred and four”. Bishop talks then. “I gave her some analgesic, but ain't no working”.

“Okay, let's see”. The doctor nods taking the stethoscope. “Are you her partn—?”

“Her boss”.

“Lucky girl, then. My boss would kick my ass if I felt like you, miss”.

“Yea', I like to… take care of my mechanic. That little trouble knows who to fuck up my bike”. He chuckles, leaving an unexpected kiss on your left temple.

“A wise man. But I need you to leave the consult, so she can take off her shirt”.

“Ye—Yes. Sure”. Bishop agrees clearing his throat. “I'll be right there, okay?”

The study begins once you're alone, hearing your lungs and your heart beat, looking inside your throat and taking your temperature. It doesn't take much longer than three or four minutes, when the doctor asks you to get dressed again, but pull down a little your sweatpants so he can puncture some medicine on your lower back. It hurts like hell, feeling how the cold liquid running under your skin, making you press a little cotton against it after it's done.

“I'll recipe you some analgesic. And water. Drink a lot of water. Sometimes looks like foolishness, but it actually helps”. The man says, sitting at his deck and writing something you can't understand. 

Giving you the paper, he lets you go.

“And?” Bishop asks getting up from the wall, as long as he sees you.

“Medicine and water. And a gift prick”. You reply, putting his arm again on your shoulder and taking the recipe with his free hand. “My ass hurts”.

He laughs shaking his head, as you smirk softly surrounding his waist and resting your cheek against his cheek. You feel protected, even if you hate to feel defenseless. But with him, you accept it.

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It's been two days and life has come back to you, under Bishop's care and paranoia of taking your meds at a exactly time of the day. And you need to reward him. Of course, Marcus is who knows him better and you know how much his cousin could appreciate a homemade lunch. Tacos al pastor. A small cliche, but easy to prepare. So you actually surprise him when he comes to your house, with a random text saying him you're feeling worse. Five minutes it's the time it takes him to get there, hitting your door bell insistently.

“Hey! What's up? You okay?” He's about to have a heart attack, with shaky breathe and a worried look on his face.

“Food is gonna get cold”.

“What food? Are you okay or not?” Bishop asks coming in, following the delicious smell of meat mixed with pineapple.

“I'm okay, relax. It was just a joke”. You chuckle closing the door and pushing him by your hands on his back, guiding him to the table already served.

“Amma' fuckin' kill you…” He growls turning to you, visibly upset and somewhat angry.

“Sit, grumpy mummy”. Rolling your eyes, you point a sit.

“What is that for?”

“I'm thankful 'you have been so annoying, taking care of me”.

“You did— Is tha— Who told you?”

“I have my own contacts, presidente”. You almost sing raising your chin proud.

And you don't know at what time you find yourself lying on the sofa under his weight. His waist between your legs, whilst his tongue is fighting yours and your lips biting his whenever they can. You have no air in your lungs, but seems like you don't care pushing him closer with both hands on his nape and head. His are running through your body with needy caresses that he was containing for so long. And he's hard, pretty hard, rubbing the lump under his jeans against your wetted crotch. You want more, moaning because of the friction among your thighs, when he wraps your throat with a hand, raising a little your neck so he can kiss and suck the exposed skin.

But something bad seems like clicks his neurons, when he snorts heavily against your skin.

“I'm sorry, I can't”. He just says getting up from the sofa. “I can't do it. I gotta go, sorry”.

You are confused, raising your back by your forearms, with your eyes on him seeing how he takes his jacket thrown above the floor. Bishop leaves your house in silence. Also leaving you there trying to find the point where you have fuck him up. But there's no point. You were good, having a great moment, taking a first step. You really wanted it, even if it wasn't the way you liked to start a relationship with him, so Bishop might think it's the only thing you want from him. Taking care of you those days it just made you fall in love a little bit more, and maybe he's not. And he only wants to protect you of making yourself illusion about something smoky.

You only can wait till night, hoping that maybe he could come back or text you at least. But nothing happened, and you're not going to give up. 

It's the first time you reach the clubhouse in less than ten minutes, surprising yourself even, while you park the car next to the motorcycles. Seems like Mayans are having a party inside and, by that, you don't surprise. Coming in without calling, nor asking, being greeted by Gilly and Creeper with shouts and laughs. But you're not in the mood to joying them, finding Bishop dancing with one of Vicki's girl. Obviously. Sometimes it's too foreseeable. Without words, you walk towards him with a serious gesture on your face. He turns at you, as the blonde does.

“Isn't too soon to open the scrapyard?” The president is somewhat drunk, provoking some laughs around your.

It wasn't what you wanted, but plan b.

“I'm coming back to Guadalajara tomorrow, just came to return my uniform”. You reply, shaking your head a little, taking off the green shirt from your bag to leave it above the pool table.

The silence has been installed all around the clubhouse and even if he wants to hide his rage, he can't. Grabbing you by your left wrist, the president drags you inside the Templo letting you there with a soft push, at the same time he closes the glass door.

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

“With me? You're the one who is playing”.

“I'm not playing anything”.

“Oh, really? Then, you don't give a fuck if I go, or if I stay”.

He snort rubbing his face with both hands, supporting one on the column and other on his waist. He looks ratty, chuckling for no reason as he shakes his head.

“What the hell you want”.

“You”.

“That's not going to happen”.

“Why?”

Bishop clicks his tongue, about to leave you there alone. Supporting the door almost opened, he finally closes it again. Walking next to you cross-armed, looking at you from top to bottom.

“Lemme' tell yo—”.

“No. Now you're gonna hear me, Obispo. What the fuck is wrong with you? A fuckin' boss doesn't take care of a fuckin' mechanic just because ‘that little trouble knows who to fuck up my bike’”. Highlighting those last words he said some nights before, you're pointing his chest with your forefinger. “I don' know what the hell you thought this morning, but I wasn' trying to give you a ride to thank you what you did for me… I called Marcus, 'cause two or three or… I don't give a fuck. Some months ago I heard you telling the guys that… there was nothing better, after a long week, that come back home and have some good food on the table. And Padrino told me how much you like those tacos”.

The president is staring at you apparently impassive and unflappable. 

“I like you, Obispo. I actually… love you”.

“Fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing is fuckin' wrong with me! Stop fuckin' asking that, Jesus Christ”.

“I could be your damn father”.

“But he's dead, and you're not. You don' even know my mother”.

“I'm not gonna ruin your life”.

“It was ruined before I met you, don't be so egocentric”. Rolling your eyes, you try to uncross his arms while he's pressing them tightly to his chest. “Fuck! Stop behaving like a child!”

“I'm not”.

“Yes, you are! Be a fuckin' man and recognize what you feel!” Reaching that point of the night, you're furious and mad as never, pushing his chest with both hands.

“I'm older than you and my hands aren't clean”. He insists walking back some steps.

“Good, congratulations. Do you want a medal, bad boy?”

“No, I want you to stay safe”.

“I am when we're together. I don' care about your age or mine, those are just numbers. And I don' care about your ‘job’, 'cause I know how to shoot a gun too”.

“It's n—”.

“You know what? You're a fuckin' coward”.

“Am I?” A bittersweet laughs escapes from his lips, putting away his eyes for a while.

“Yea'. You're letting me go 'cause you think you can ruin my life, actually ruining both whilst you're covering it with alcohol and putas, 'cause it's easier. That's not fair, Bishop. I can decided too”.

“You're coming back to Guadalajara”.

“'Course not! I just… Por el amor de Dios... I just wanted to talk with you. Alone”.

Bishop is about to reply with somebullshit. He sneezes. One time. Two times. Three times. You can't help but breaking in loud laughs, as he frowns his eyebrows cleaning his nose with the back of his hand.

“Fuckin' hate you”. He growls, with your hands surrounding his forearms to push him closer.

“Let's go home, prez…” The man wraps your waist, resting his forehead on your chest for a second.

“I'm fuckin' annoyen' when I'm sick”.

“Good that I don' care”.