#ugh. sorry if i sound angry this has just been a frustrating day.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Heyyy, I'm gonna be turning off anon asks for a bit. I think one of my posts where I talk about how refreshing OFMD is for me as a poc got screenshotted or something and I'm just getting a lot of nasty asks about it and I just don't have time for that.

And I've just had a lot of people come into my askbox demanding to know what my race is since I just identify myself as "not White" or as a poc most of the time, and I thought this could maybe be a teachable moment. Some people have been using the fact that I speak Hebrew/Yiddish as my first languages to insist that I must ""really"" be White and dear lord if you think that I just want you to examine why you're so insistent that Jews have to be white.

I usually just identify myself as "not White" online because I'm mixed, several non-White races. My family is mostly Ethiopian Jewish. Most Ethiopian Jewish families like mine moved to Israel in the twentieth century, my family did in the 1950s and mostly later moved to the US but we still speak Hebrew. It is not fucking weird to be a Black guy who speaks Hebrew as a first language and the fact that some people think that is a big part of why I choose not to elaborate on my race in the first place.

Anyway. Just, like, if you feel the need to harrass some random poc on the Internet until they tell you their exact racial makeup you need to do some self-reflection about that because it is, first, none of your business, and also just a wildly racist thing to do to someone because they said they found a TV show to have great representation.

[lonely-cowboy]

hi!! how are you? i just wanted to tell you that i am obsessed with your writings omg :’((( i can’t even put into words how happy i am to find your account, the way you write connor is just <33

i was wondering if it’s okay to request something where connor is being protective over fem!reader?maybe some hurt/comfort with fluff in the end <3 I don’t have a specific scenario in my head, so it’s totally up to you, and i would love anything you decide to write for this request!!! also, you are totally free to ignore this if you don’t feel inspired enough by this request, it’s absolutely okay! ♡

thank you! have an amazing day and please sorry for my english, it’s not my first language

ugh thank you my love this is so sweet to hear!! i'm so sorry it took me so long to post, midterms have not been fun my friends. i fear this is not my best work, but i hope you can still enjoy our silly android boy <3 you have an amazing day too!!

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helping hand

pairing: connor (rk800) x f!reader

summary: connor comes to help you when you don't need him. again.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: graphic(?) violence (connor shoots a guy oops)

author's note: i write way too many first kisses and this is no exception. prepare for silly goofy domestic married fluff in the future bc that's what i live for

masterlist ⟡ requests

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You could’ve handled it all perfectly fine on your own. You didn’t need Connor’s help, you didn’t want Connor’s help. You were entirely capable of taking down a runaway vigilante on your own.

Sure, maybe it was stupid of you to run off on your own to the crook’s last known location the second the call was made. But he had been only three blocks away from you. What were you supposed to do, wait for backup? Of course not. You had the opportunity to catch a known criminal, so you took the risk. It was all part of the job.

You found yourself at an empty construction site with your gun drawn and pointed at the runaway criminal. You inched closer to your target– some crazy, murderous, anti-android protestor, there were a lot of those these days– slowly drawing your cuffs. You reached forward to restrain his wrists, fingertips brushing against his skin.

And then you were on the ground. You had been practically tackled, your temple striking the rocky earth hard enough that it looked like the world was spinning.

You sat up uneasily as you tried to orient yourself. Who in the world would have shoved you like that? The only indicator was your attacker’s quick “Sorry, Detective.”

You grunted in frustration as your vision cleared, focusing on the one person you did not want to see: Connor.

In all the time it took you to readjust, Connor had taken the vigilante to the ground. He stood overtop the criminal who groaned between crazed laughter. Connor’s foot pressed firmly into the criminal’s chest, a gun– that certainly did not belong to the android– pointed directly at the laughing man’s face.

You moved slowly from the ground, holding your surely bruised side. Your gaze was locked on Connor’s trigger finger, anxiously anticipating gunfire. You feared what it could mean if Connor pulled the trigger. 

“Connor,” you warned quietly, your voice steadier than expected. 

As you approached, you noticed the twitch of his finger. His LED was cycling through every color imaginable, his brows furrowing and unfurrowing as he held the criminal’s gaze.

“Never even think about touching her again,” Connor spit, his voice so cold that it frightened even you.

The pinned criminal only laughed, an ugly wheezing sound as Connor’s foot dug deeper into his chest. “An android in love, huh? Never thought I’d see–”

Connor’s foot rose quickly, stomping hard on the crook’s face until he was knocked out cold. From the impassive look on Connor’s face, you could tell he was practically seething. But that didn’t matter. Now was not the time to comfort him because you were equally as angry. 

With an agitated huff, you shoved Connor by the shoulders as hard as possible. He barely moved at all, only adding fuel to your fire.

It was then that Connor seemed to snap out of his daze and remember you were there. He turned to you abruptly and discarded the gun, his hands finding their place on your biceps with a firm grip. His eyes immediately scanned over your frame, analyzing you for any damage. The only damage he found was what he had done.

The crease between his brows returned as he reached up to touch your throbbing temple. When he pulled his hand back, his elegant fingers were tipped with your blood.

“Did he do this?” Connor questioned, an edge of doubt in his voice.

“No, Connor,” you snapped, shaking off his hands. “You did this! And it wouldn’t have happened if you had just let me do my job for once!”

His LED blinked a steady red. Funny how it matched the blood on your temple.

“Detective, I was only trying to help,” he reasoned feebly.

“I don’t need your fucking help, Connor! I was handling this just fine on my own! And then here you come to save the day yet again, all knight in shining armor! Acting like I’m your damsel in distress, in need of saving!”

“Did you know he was armed?” Connor asked dismissively, quizzically cocking his head in a way that usually enamored you but only seemed to irritate you now. 

You opened your mouth to retort, but nothing came out as you processed Connor’s words. Armed? No, you hadn’t known he was armed. But if you admitted that then you would’ve looked stupid, like you needed Connor’s help. Like you were some damsel in distress.

When you didn’t answer, Connor gestured to his forgotten gun. “That was his. He was preparing to shoot you.”

“I could’ve easily disarmed him,” you scoffed, crossing your arms arrogantly. “I’m a trained professional.”

“The probability of success was 29%,” Connor stated matter-of-factually. “A majority of outcomes would have resulted in your death, Detective. I couldn’t take that risk.”

“Then maybe you’re not cut out for this job,” you growled. “This job is all about taking risks, Connor. I knew that when I signed up, and you should too.”

Your harsh tone made Connor pause, though he was quick to recover. He was determined for you to understand. 

“If I can prevent your death, then I will. I won’t let your pride stop me,” he said.

It was your turn to pause, lips pursing into a thin line at the reality of Connor’s words. You knew he was right. He was right, he was right, he was right. But you refused to acknowledge that. 

When you opened your mouth to speak, nothing came out besides a yelp.

So quickly you could barely process what happened, Connor’s grip on your arms tightened as he spun you around. One arm wrapped around your shoulders to pull you into his chest protectively while his other hand moved to your holstered gun.

A single shot was fired. And an accurate shot, you guessed, by the sound of a slumping body.

Peeking past Connor, you found the body of your runaway criminal, a bullethole pierced right through his skull. You made note of the gun beside his fallen body, the same gun Connor had carelessly discarded.

You felt Connor return your gun to its holster before his hand moved to your chin. He turned your attention away from the dead body, forcing you to focus on him instead.  

“I know you’re capable, Detective,” Connor murmured, his voice full of a fondness you hadn’t noticed before. “But that doesn't mean I can’t help. I feel better knowing you’re safe than assuming you are.”

You swallowed hard as you held Connor’s steady gaze. His free hand moved to brush your aching temple. His touch was so gentle you could barely feel it as he wiped away the blood with a frown.

“I only wanted to keep you safe,” Connor explained, his voice holding a tinge of– was that regret? “And I only managed to hurt you myself. Maybe you’re right, Detective. You don’t need me. I’m sorry.”

Your hand moved to tug Connor’s hand away from your temple, holding him in your warm grip. His thumb rubbed against your knuckles soothingly as if it was second nature to him.

“I do. I do need you,” you insisted suddenly, surprising even yourself. One minute, you’re practically yelling at Connor for helping. The next, you’re reassuring him that you’ll always need him. You were confusing even yourself, you couldn’t imagine how confused Connor, the poor android. “I… I do. But… not all the time.”

Again, that crease between Connor’s brows returned, your lips forming a smile at the sight.

“I don’t appreciate you enough,” you continued with a defeated sigh. “I do need you. If it wasn’t for you, I’d already be dead, you’re right. You’ve saved me twice today. But that doesn’t mean I need you to swoop in and save me every single time. I can still handle myself.”

“I know… I know…,” Connor whispered, his eyes unfocused as if lost in thought.

You let a beat of silence pass, watching Connor expectantly. There was something he wanted to say, it was on the tip of his tongue. So you patiently waited until he found the words.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

An android in love.

The criminal’s words replayed in your mind as they suddenly came back to you. At the time, you hadn’t completely processed what he said, your anger outweighing any thoughts of reason.

An android in love.

“Was he… was he right?” you asked after a beat to which Connor tilted his head with a puzzled look. Damn him for not being able to read your mind and immediately know what you were struggling to say. “The guy. What he said… He said that you…”

“Are in love,” Connor finished, his tone flat and conveying not a single sense of love.

“Yeah…,” you shrugged.

“If love can be defined by a desire to keep you safe, then yes, I would say I’m in love with you.”

With you.

With you.

He was in love with you.

You couldn’t hide your wide grin, ignoring the warmth that had suddenly spread to your cheeks. Seeing your grin, the corners of Connor’s lips quirked into a small smile too. Your faces naturally moved closer together until your noses were brushing, the warmth of each other’s breath against your lips.

Connor leaned closer. Closer, closer…

He was going to kiss you, and you were going to ruin it.

“You know,” you interrupted, pulling back no more than an inch. But it was enough to make Connor frown. “I’d rather not kiss next to the dead guy.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Connor’s smile returned, an affection glint in his eyes. His hand found yours, pulling you away from the scene.

“Backup is on the way,” he said. “They can handle this on their own.”

With his hand in yours, Connor led you away. He gave your hand a quick squeeze. It was a reassurance. A sign that you were safe with him, that he would do whatever it took to protect you. You returned his firm squeeze. Because you would do the same for him. 

[ghostchems]

THE PROMPT LIST GOT ME BLUSHING WTF—

i just read your fic with Cardi and UGH you’re so talented ghestie !

and I should add that the 4th one is made for Bone Daddy 🫣

omg thank yOU SO MUCH AHHHHH!! i cry

anyway --

"no panties" w/ bone daddy himself

It’s late. It’s late and you’re awake, tangled up in your sheets as you mindlessly scroll through social media. You have your light dimmed and music is playing softly. Despite being up so late, there was something soothing about having this time to yourself after a long day of your duties.

That is, until there’s a knock at the door. You scramble to make yourself look decent, tugging your oversized t-shirt down to cover your ass and run your fingers through your hair to make it seem less all over the place.

You open the door.

“Sister.” Papa Emeritus the Second grunts, looming over you in the doorframe.

You blink at him a few times, words catching in your throat. 

“P-papa. Come in.” You swallow thickly, opening the door wide so that Secondo could enter. Your brain is churning — it’s 2am, what the fuck is Papa doing here? “So sorry for the mess.” You offer sheepishly, gesturing to a few piles of clothes and your messy sheets.

Secondo takes a seat on your bed and pats the spot next to him. “Come sit.” He looks tired — still dressed in his robes but his mitre was missing. You hesitate for a moment and his dark eyes snap up to yours, your knees nearly buckling before quickly stumbling to the spot next to him. He sighs deeply as you sit next to him and immediately presses in as close to you as possible, your knees touching.

An uncomfortable silence stretches between the two of you with the tension filling the air. You want to ask him what he wants but you don’t want to come off as rude or ungrateful that he is here – he is Papa, after all. You look at him and smile weakly but his face is still cold and he looks angry, frustrated even. 

“I’ve heard through the grapevine what you’ve been saying about me, Sorella.” Secondo growls, closing the space between the two of you even more. You swallow thickly as your face reddens.

“I-I… I mean, it’s not a bad thing, right?”  You laugh nervously but it obviously was no laughing matter to Secondo. He immediately grabs hold of your waist, dragging you flush against him. You whimper, squirming against him but he has you in a tight grip. 

“I’m not the kind of man to have a crush on, Sister.” He hisses through gritted teeth. Before you have a chance to respond, Secondo tosses you on to your back, his hands skirting up your shirt and groping your ass. A moan spills from your lips as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You are so overwhelmed, having absolutely no time to think about what was happening but you know you are already wet.

“No panties? Good.” He balls his fists in your shirt and rips, tearing it completely off of you. You gasp sharply – you are completely exposed to him now. His gaze is hungry and feverish, though you finally see that his lips are starting to curl upward. You feel his hard cock through his robes grind up against you.

“Do you want me, sister? Do you want this?” He tugs you down to him by the waist hard, settling between your legs. 

“Yes, Papa, please.” You whine for him, arms outstretched. Secondo snarls and is quick to hike up his robes, his cock teasing your entrance before pushing himself inside to the hilt. A moan rumbles deep in his chest, holding himself there for a moment. His hands find yours and pins them beside your head, and you’re already gasping and whining, trying to move your hips against him.

Secondo laughs darkly, then begins to thrust, his pace fast and violent. You are trapped beneath him, only able to bring your hips up to meet his with each thrust as you moan and cry. Your nails dug into the back of his hand and your mouth was hanging open, eyes heavy lidded. He is relentless, his cock ramming deep inside of you with each thrust as he growls down at you.

“Such a little slut for your Papa.” The loud sounds of slapping skin fill your room along with the string of screams and cries falling from your lips. You know he is just using you to get off after a long day of being Papa and why not take advantage of the sweet Sister who admitted she had a small crush? You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to angle in even deeper.

“Fuck, fuck.” You whisper breathlessly, your eyes fluttering open and shut. 

“I’m going to fill you up, puttana.” His words combined with how harshly he snarls them, how his pupils are blown wide with lust for you, and how his teeth are bared makes you cum hard around him with a broken sob. 

Secondo’s hips stutter and he’s right behind you, filling you up just as he said he would. He is left panting as he stares down at you, his paint somewhat smudged from sweat. He lets you go and pulls out of you, quickly standing to loom over you once more. You can’t speak, even with being released from him you feel trapped by his mere presence.

“I’ll be back tomorrow evening.” He growls, then leaves you alone in your room.

[spahhzy]

"I'm changing the locks Blake"

Blake looked up from her book at Jaune with an eyebrow raised.

"Okay, just make sure you give me a new key," She said before going back down to her reading while trying to snuggle into Jaune, whomst quickly got out of bed.

"No, I'm sorry, but this joke has gone on long enough," Jaune said as he began to get dressed as Blake once again looked up from her book.

"And again, I'm telling you that this isn't a joke, Jaune," Blake said as she set her book aside and got out of bed.

Jaune just sighed, really, not in the mood to fight early in the morning. Instead, he chose to head downstairs to the kitchen, where he would cook breakfast for both of them.

"Get dressed, please... Lord knows what would happen if people got the wrong idea. " Was all he said, which Blake opened her mouth to retort, but the closing of the door stopped her.

It didn't take long for breakfast to be served two plates on each end of the small table.

Blake joined Jaune and let out a hum of approval over smelling the delicious food.

Jaune smiled and served them both.

They ate contently in silence.

"So when are you going back?" Jaune asked as he wiped his mouth of crumbs.

"Back where?" Blake asked, tilting her head as Jaune found it very cute but pressed onward.

"Uh, back home? You know to your wife?" He said to her as he eyed a piece of toast.

"Ugh, not this again, Jaune. I'm not married to Yang what so ever, and whatever joke you think this is? It isn't, " Blake argued, to which Jaune said nothing before pulling out his scroll and dialing a number.

"Who are you calling?" She asked, and Jaune said nothing as the scroll rang for a few seconds before suddenly someone picked up.

"Jaune? How are you? Are you alright?"

"Hi, Miss Belladonna, yeah, I'm alright doing well actually...hey I know you wanted to Blake to come visit you every once and awhile and I think she is feeling pretty homesick" Jaune said much to the shock of Blake.

"Yeah, I'll book her a bull head, and she can spend a few weeks with you? How's that sound? Great! I'm sure you both will be delighted...mhmm, okay I'll tell her bye Mrs. Belladonna!" Jaune put down the scroll, and Blake looked at him a little angry.

"You called my mom!? Why!" She asked him and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I figured you could use the time spent with your family... maybe take Yang with you or something" As soon as Jaune said that Blake threw her hands In the air in frustration.

"I'm not- for fucks sake- married to Yang, Jaune, where ever the hell your getting this picture of me and her together is out of fiction, we had something and then we separated but for God's sake we are NOT married, why do you think I'm joking about this!" Blake said to which Jaune just rubbed his eyes.

This was becoming a headache.

"Blake, I saw you two get married. Hell, I was even there for you two first kiss together. Come on, and yall have been happy ever since, then one day you start plopping into my bedroom every other night and hugging and cuddling all up to me" he stopped and took a drink of his orange juice loving the taste before continuing.

"It's a joke, a long played out no punchline joke, which I'm still shocked you got every one of our friends in on it," He told them before getting up and taking all the dishes on the table and setting them into the sink.

" 'Haha, the prank on Jaune Arc will be one for the history books' Is something i imagine your wife saying, Blake, but I think I have limits and trying to fuck me while your married is that limit" Jaune said and Blake just sputtered not sure what to say, still in disbelief that he would think this is all one big joke.

"So sis-"

"Don't start that, sis shit," Blake gritted angrily to which Jaune shrugged at her still washing the dishes.

"I mean, it's what we are, aren't we?...look before you end up doing something you'll regret, go see your mother for a week or two... take Yang with you and have some fun" He said as he put the last dish away before walking to a coat wrack and grabbed a white coat.

"Where are you going?" Blake asked and Jaune chuckled.

"Out...and when I come back, the locks will be changed," and with that, Jaune closed the door, leaving Blake all alone.

Sniffle.

"Why don't you believe me?"

[softsnzstuff]

for the prompts how about ⛈️ for your edissy au? :)

Thanks for the prompts my friend!! Set in my Edissy AU where chrissy has the kink, Eddie is exploring and happy to indulge.

⛈️Caught in the rain

🤬Grouchy

♠️Dealers’ Choice//going for 🤧can’t stop sneezing

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About Damn Time plays in the background as the fitness instructor bounces around the kitchen, cleaning the counters. The smell of freshly baked banana bread permeates the room.

It’s a Friday, which means she’s got time to have some personal time before Eddie comes home. The music cuts off and is replaced by her ringtone.

The tattoo artist’s face lights up her screen as she clicks to answer.

“Hey babe!” She chimes.

“H’izzDHEW! Issh’UHEW!”

The outburst both catches her by surprise and sends a shiver down her spine.

“Bless you…Eddie?”

“Ugh fuck. Chris, can you have a towel ready by the hhh the doohhhr eKT’chEW!! Snlrfff. Christ!”

He sounded upset.

“Of course!” She tucks the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she rummages through their bathroom closet for some dry towels. “Are you okay?”

She vaguely hears some pinched off stifles, muffled through the phone before a response comes through.

“Ugh no. Stayed late. Car wouldn’t start. Left it at the studio and walked, but it obviously started raining.”

A clap of Thunder rumbled through the apartment as if to prove Eddie’s point.

“…h’nXTCH! Been itchy all day but n’dow I can’t - T’sSCHew! - can’t stop sn’deezing.”

Usually her boyfriend is keen on indulging her fetish, playing into the sneezes and tickles, but this time he sounds genuinely frustrated and angry.

“I’m sorry.” She frowns, “how far away are you? I could have come to pick you up.”

“Don’t bother. I’m coming up the stairs now…”

She hears keys in the lock of their door and hangs up the call. The door is pushed open and Eddie stands there, black skinny jeans and tee absolutely drenched, clinging to his skin like cling wrap.

Her entire demeanor softens as she rushes over to him with the towels, wrapping him in one and using the other to gently dry his hair for him.

“Aww my poor guy.”

Eddie pushes her hands away, face scrunching as he turns to the side. Chrissy knows this look like the back of her hand and holds the towel up in front of his face to catch his sneezes.

His nostrils flare one final time before his eyes flutter shut and he sucks in a deep breath.

Using his own hands to help cover, he presses Chrissy’s towel-covered hands up against his mouth.

“ii’GSHUHEW! T’shEW! N’gSHuh!…. H’eKshTT!”

Chrissy feels electricity run through her body, insides ablaze feeling Eddie’s sneezes shudder through her hands.

He groans again, taking the towel and gurgling a blow into it - he’ll wash it later.

Chrissy runs a hand through his soaking wet hair, hanging in thick strands like an anime character.

“Bless you, bub! You catch a cold out there?”

He scrubbed at his nose with a dry part of the towel. “That or allergies, I was sniffly before the rain. I just wanna go to bed.”

“Well let’s get you showered and into some warm clothes first Hmm? I’ll put your pajamas in the dryer so they’re nice and warm.”

Any anger Eddie had felt prior started to wash away now that he was comforted by chrissy.

“Thanks baby.” He kisses her on the hair and then trudges off to the bathroom, sneezing on the way.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 32 - Five Finger Flop

After everything is confirmed, Ophelia calls Penny to tell her, and to check in on her friend. She's furious, more for Miko's sake than her own. The poor thing hardly needed something else to stress about.

Penny thanks Ophelia and the team for their hard work and says goodbye.

Ophelia can't remember the last time she was this angry. Tiff had no right to ruin Penny and Miko's wedding day just to spite them for not letting her sing.

Hector can't protect Tiff from Hilary this time, so maybe that knowledge clouds Ophelia's judgement.

Ophelia storms into the dressing room, targeting in on Tiff's perfumes. It's not like Tiff's ever seeing this room again. That can be her overtime payment.

Her usual perceptiveness is gone, and she reaches to take them without even bothering to notice the incoming footsteps.

Xander: Hey, do you want me to make- What are you doing?

Ophelia: Huh?

Xander: Were you… trying to steal Tiff's perfume?

Ophelia: What? No, of course not! Come on, only a kleptomaniac would do that!

Xander sees right through her attempt to walk around the truth.

Xander: That’s your third trait, isn’t it? Kleptomaniac?

Ophelia: I…

Xander: Have you been stealing other stuff from here too? This place is what keeps a roof over my sister and her kids!

Ophelia: No, I would never!

Xander: Kleptos can steal autonomously! They don’t even think about it, they just swipe with no regard!

Ophelia: I don’t need your judgement, Mister Good, Self-Assured Goofball. Not everyone is lucky enough to have all nice traits.

Ophelia: I didn’t grow up with parents that support me! I did the best I could, but I have this one little vice. I’d never steal from my friends, or anyone I cared about. If I could change it, I would!

Xander: You can change it. It just takes some work.

Ophelia: Well I was a little busy working to get where I am to worry about that. Stealing a soap pump from a community lot every now and then is a victimless crime!

Xander: The people who uploaded those builds on the gallery worked hard on them and every little detail counts!

Xander: Look, I know you’ve had a rough week, but you make good money now. It’s not like you need to steal to survive. Maybe this is a wake up call for you to reassess some parts of your life.

Ophelia: Ugh, you sound like Father Winter

Xander: …what?

Ophelia: Why do you even care if I swipe something from Tiff? You hate her too!

Xander: That doesn’t make it okay! Tiff may have crossed the line, but stealing from her isn’t going to fix anything.

Ophelia: Her not having her perfume would make me feel a lot better, though!

Xander: So someone pisses you off, you take their stuff? What if you played for a bridezilla, and you got caught trying to steal from her? Not only would Hilary have to fire you, that looks bad on her. I’m not going to stand here and let you jeopardize my sister’s career.

Xander has a point. What was she thinking?

Ophelia: Xander, I’m sorry! I’m sleep deprived and frustrated and- you’re right, I shouldn’t have even tried it. Please don’t tell Hilary. I would never do anything to hurt your family, I swear. Not after everything they've done for me.

Xander: I’m not going to tell anyone. You were already in a bad place, tonight made it worse, and you made a mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance. I know you're a good person. But you need to work on this. It’s not cool. I expected better from you, Ophelia.

Xander leaves, and Ophelia has never felt so humiliated. She doesn't think he's ever called her by her name. This feeling isn't worth all the highs she's gotten from swiping in the past.

Ophelia thought the day she got dumped was the worst day of her life, but no. Today is.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e21 all in the family (w. eugenie ross-leming, brad buckner)

i'm feeling really wistful and weepy for whatever reason (marcus and oscar's fare thee well keeps running through my head, sorry rob) so this will be interesting. i have no clue what this episode has in store i'm just hoping for no sobbing breakdowns please and thank you i do not have the energy for it

i wasn't prepared for kevin.

KEVIN Guys! You're looking stressed. Especially you. [to Dean] I-It's cool. Trust Chuck. Whatever it is he needs you to do, he must think you can handle it. I always trusted you. DEAN Yeah, that ended well.

ouch.

SAM How did you – Are you okay, or – uh? KEVIN Um... Yeah, I mean, you know, given the circumstances. CHUCK Yeah, I don't mean to interrupt. Kind of a plateful here. And, Kevin... you've been in the Veil long enough. It's time you had an upgrade.

kevin's just been hanging out in the veil this whole time??? and off he pops? cynic in me is like was that just to fuck with me emotionally because FUCK YOU :P art's gonna be trying to get a reaction out of you but when it edges over into feeling like emotional manipulation, i get grumpy. i guess this was to prove that it was god, and kevin and not just a fancy trick? made me tear up and make a stinkface too

okay listen i'm thinking about how sam must feel, someone who believed and prayed to god daily for some significant portion of his life and then to be sitting in front of him? well. that sounds kind of terrifying to me (though also the weirdness of knowing him but not knowing Him being inside him what a mindfuck), but then their day to day interactions with the divine maybe cuts down some of the awe/terror

laughed out loud at dean sulking on the thing next to the steps, that would be me too

SAM Okay, uh, "Chuck" it is. [Sighs] I'm sorry. You're gonna have to, uh, give Dean and me a moment to start to process. We didn't even know you were around. I mean, we knew about Chuck, but we just didn't know about… Chuck. I mean, I-I-I was hoping you were around. I-I-I prayed and I- but I don't know if they got, uh, lost in the spam or if—

oh, sammy.

CHUCK I'm getting that not everyone's totally on board.

DEAN Here's the thing, um...Chuck... And I mean no disrespect. Um... I'm guessing you came back to help with the Darkness, and that's great. That's, you know – It's fantastic. Um, but you've been gone a – a... long, long time. And there's so much crap that has gone down on the Earth for thousands of years. I mean, plagues and wars, slaughters. And you were, I don't know, writing books, going to fan conventions. Were you even aware, o-or did you just tune it out? CHUCK I was aware, Dean. DEAN But you did nothing. And, again, I-I'm not trying to piss you off. You know, I don't want to turn into a pillar of salt. CHUCK I actually… didn't do that. DEAN Okay. People – People pray to you. People build churches for you. They fight wars in your name, and you did nothing.

so hmph. i'm not sure what to say to this. jackles is doing a really good job bringing the emotion - like his voice is breaking and everything, and it's a good speech. but this doesn't feel like dean to me? this feels more like a sam speech. but usually sam would be, i think, more angry? but dean is just.. devastated? and i am with you, my love, but it's not meshing with my understanding of dean's character. maybe if he was more frustrated/angry instead of this despair rolling off him? i dunno. also second watching, how his voice wavers there also really reminds me of matthew mcconnaughey in true detective now if i can remember what scene i'm thinking about... (it might be dean/jackles [texas] accent coming out on "wars in your name" that's ringing that bell specifically)

s11e21 despairing at chuck / true detective s1e8 the darkness for rust

and i've completely lost the plot now that i cried over the true detective scene yet again but here we are. ugh. so good.

CHUCK You're frustrated. I get it. Believe me, I was hands-on – Real hands-on for, wow, ages. I was so sure if I kept stepping in, teaching, punishing, that these beautiful creatures that I created... would grow up. But it only stayed the same. And I saw that I needed to step away and let my baby find its way. Being overinvolved is no longer parenting. [Sighs] It's enabling. DEAN But it didn't get better.

i don't know if this is what they're going for but this is so.... reminds me a kid that's just so upset and doesn't understand why their parent won't help. but for dean to be having that kind of vulnerability (and i mean, how much more raw can you get? you just want mom or dad to come fix things and they won't/can't) in front of chuck in this moment.. it's very affecting, but again i'm having a hard time meshing this with the dean i know. maybe being in the presence of god, after all this time of being ignored and pain he and sam have gone through, just making him snap?

CHUCK Well, I've been mulling it over. And from where I sit, I think it has. DEAN Well, from where I sit, it feels like you left us and you're trying to justify it. CHUCK I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don't confuse me with your dad.

well, all right then. guess i was picking up what they were putting down, in a sense

cut to amara torturing lucifer, ofc

SAM Must have been great being her brother, huh? CHUCK It was the worst. Always telling me what to do, making me do what she wanted. I mean, you guys know how that works.

ok we're making jokes now. and making sam feel guilty about accidentally busting out lucifer

boop boop

DEAN Where's Chuck? SAM Sleeping in, I guess. DEAN Does God sleep? SAM I know he takes really long showers.

cutest little face he made there, thanks padalecki

DEAN Right? And sings, too – like, crappy old folk songs. I had to tell him to cool it three times. SAM You told God to cool it? DEAN Yeah, I sleep.

there's my dean :p made me laugh. also dollars to donuts sam knows why planets are round, gravity :P chuck wearing dean's robe, being messy with the powdered donuts, unconcerned about thousands dying in amara's latest smoke machine display. certainly setting the stage for us to dislike him

the bits with donatello the new prophet (not the tmnt, thanks for the clarification) have been cute. lots of fun potential for the outsider pov getting the cliffs notes on the current situation

CHUCK And I'll give it to her, as long as she accepts the deal. DEAN The deal? What... She's gonna eliminate you, and then she's gonna destroy everything that you've created. She's told me this personally. [Sighs] You started this. You started all of this, but does that give you the right to end it? You know, we're not just some toys you throw away. I think you owe us more than that. CHUCK If my plan doesn't work, then humans will step up. You, Sam, others that are the chosen will have to find a way. It's why I saved you years ago. You're the firewall between light and darkness. DEAN No. No, I... Look, give me a – a vampire, and I'm good. But this – God's sister? That is way above my pay grade. I... It... Bottom line is i-it's you who has to take her out. And look, then after that, you know, get a condo in Cancun. I don't care!

(trying to scan back to when dean was saved by god, dude has died too much, if we even had an inkling it was god when it happened)

so now this feels more emotionally in line with his character, to me. kind of like when cas told him he had to stop the apocalypse, but not hurt and royally messed up in the hospital. just frustrated and overwhelmed and upset

from 4x16 on the head of a pin CASTIEL It's not blame that falls on you, Dean, it's fate. The righteous man who begins it is the only one who can finish it. You have to stop it. DEAN Lucifer? The apocalypse? What does that mean? Hey! Don't you go disappearing on me, you son of a bitch. What does that mean! CASTIEL I don't know. DEAN Bull. CASTIEL I don't. Dean, they don't tell me much. I know our fate rests with you. DEAN Well, then you guys are screwed. I can't do it, Cas. It's too big. Alastair was right. I'm not all here. I'm not—I'm not strong enough. Well, I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be. Find someone else. It's not me.

very cute

sam goes from "he's got a point, dean" to "bad dog!" break out the squirt bottle. metatron finally back to being an interesting character

the way i flinch when again someone's eyelines get too close to the camera

donatello has a great voice, am a fan (looks like the actor, keith szarabajka, does a lot of voice acting too)

METATRON And how are we supposed to keep Amara busy while we're... liberating Lucifer?

great, dean gets some quality time with amara sounds like

those are some big ass trees

AMARA I missed you. And the... sensations you arouse. I know you feel the same way. So...what do we do?

uck

AMARA But one way or the other, you will. It's inevitable. My brother won't stop me again, because he can't. Dean, give up your… smallness, your humanity and become boundless within me.

within? she's proposing what, just sucking his soul in like she did to eat all those other people?

so was this rehabbing metatron thing part of the (killing) offboarding plan? apparently, yes.

thanks, chuck, but maybe next time aim for the garage

well, that was a lot. still landing on kevin being used to make me feel feelings cheaply and dean's initial reaction to god not making a whole lot of sense to me. i think they've finally sort of made amara a little more compelling, but still very eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[geenalovesthelittlethings]

They seem really fucking excited for me to start in sales, I have never gotten a message from them this early before the earliest I have gotten is half past nine. The message was from Alice in HR asking me if I had talked to my supervisor yet and asked why I was moved which I did yesterday and never answered their messages after. Like I don’t know I’m not really in a fucking rush to answer you, you both ignored the part where I told you I won’t be able to get my bachelors if I don’t complete an internship focused on design and that’s the reason I’m here and what it says on the papers you signed!!!! And I have some compassion for Alice because she is a intern too so she is just trying to do her tasks but I don’t appreciate when the first thing in the morning I ask for a task from the design team and don’t hear shit for the whole day until 1 pm I get a message from the head of HR run by the intern that started a week before me telling me that I was moved to sales without giving me a reason. Ugh I’m so sick and tired of this shit, I have only talked to two people from this company that are actually employees and one of them was an intern before. The rest have been interns and I don’t know about anybody else but if the majority of people from your company I get to meet are interns warning bells are starting to sound in my head like why do you have 14 interns at the same time and then tell me you don’t have the resources to train me in the design department whose fault is that not mine that’s for sure!

I contacted my teacher and filled her in what was happening and she did not seem happy so she is going to call me today and we will try and find a solution but I think no matter the solution we agree on my situation will get better because I highly doubt she will tell me to just go over to sales. She is the best teacher and very supportive, understanding and helpful so I look forward to getting to talk to her and my hope is that I can leave my internship here early and maybe like get an assignment from her to do instead with the rest of my time here because I have not learned anything from my internship so far, only that I need to stop taking so much shit without complaining. I just want to get away from this company because they have been so unwelcoming and a pain to deal with and every morning it has been difficult to even get out of bed because I dreaded work.

I’m sorry for sending such a long message to you AGAIN but I’m really angry and stressed and none of my friends are available to talk because they are all at their own internships

What a MESS. I'm sorry, baby. It's good that you're keeping in contact with your teacher and letting them know what's goin on. It's not your fault if this company can't give you the hours you need. They entered into an agreement to do so, and if they can no longer uphold that agreement, they should be contacting your teacher or school and letting them know they can no longer support interns or the expectations of this externship. Regardless it shouldn't be held against you if they can't give you enough hours.

Also this place sounds sus if they have interns running HR lol.

Anyway, I hope it all gets resolved for you! I know how frustrating it feels. You understood it was going to be one way, and it's turning out to be a whole different way you didn't expect.

[thefanficmonster]

Love For The Faceless

Corpse Husband x Youtuber!Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Y/N is a YouTube gamer who has recently gained a much larger following thanks to the streams she does with her friends. Naturally, considering her faceless and bodiless nature, people are starting to get curious about her. When she finally follows her friend Corpse’s example, a lot more than her hands is revealed.

Requested by anon, you know who you are 😉 Thank you so much for placing a request and hope this fic fulfills the expectations you have for it.

“Hey!“ I greet the lobby as I finally hop into the Discord call after quickly saying ‘hi‘ to my audience.

I’ve been a YouTuber for four years now and I’ve only recently started streaming, encouraged to do so by my best friend Rae. She’s the one who got me in multiplayer games such as Among Us and Phasmophobia which led me to meet her amazing gaming squad that consists of some of the most famous names on the platform. They are all wonderful people and I will forever be in Rae’s debt for introducing me to them. However, becoming friends with Felix, Sean and the rest of the team brought not only a more fulfilled life, but also a small boost in following. Who am I kidding, it wasn’t small. It was overwhelming, terrifying even.

My YouTube channel had a little over a million subscribers at the start of quarantine and now....now it’s closer to three million. Speaking of three million, I’m about to reach it any day now and it’s really hard to believe. I’m a gaming youtuber and I’ve never considered changing my genre despite expecting to not get any attention whatsoever, with all the big names on the platform. I was convinced not even as many as a hundred people would stumble across my videos and now here we are.

My OG subscribers are very supportive of my sudden growth and are defending me when my newer fans ask for a face reveal or whatnot. While we’re on that topic I might have to mention that not even my YouTube friends, and that includes Rae have seen my face. I’ve been faceless and bodiless for the entirety of my time on social media. Some claim I do it to grab more attention or for dramatic effect, but the reason is beyond that. I’m not shallow. Actually, shallow people are the reason I don’t show my face. I’ve never been the prettiest, but my middle school bully thought that I wasn’t lacking self confidence enough. As a result, I ended up with a not so handsome scar on my right cheek that starts from the corner of my mouth and nearly misses my eye. Yeah, it’s a long and pretty noticeable scar that has thankfully become less and less obvious as the years have progressed. Still, it’s not something I’d like to show to my viewers.

Eight ‘hi’s greet me back, each making my smile grow wider. “Sorry I’m late guys. Technical difficulties.” 

“Don’t worry.“ Rae’s voice dominates over the rest, “Corpse still isn’t here so we’re waiting for him.“

I mute myself on the Discord call and take a look at my comments. I’m most flattered by the comments about my voice. Seeing as how they don’t have much to compliment about me other than my content, they make the nicest comments about my voice, personality and humor. Those comments are the ones who warm my heart most. Even when people in my day to day life compliment my appearance I can’t find it in me to believe they are being genuine. I’d like to believe these amazing people are being one hundred percent honest when they tell me they like me for who I am and not for what I might look like.

“Sorry I’m late guys.“ A deep voice causes me to even physically jolt, switching my focus from the comments to the Among Us lobby where my eyes land on the newly materialized black avatar.

“Hi Corpse.“ Rae greets him.

“Hello mister who broke Twitter!“ Sean laughs, provoking the laughter of the rest of the players.

“Yeah, congratulations man. That’s a big deal.“ Felix chimes in.

“Thanks guys, but I think you’re forgetting we’re talking about a picture of my hand.“ Corpse chuckles timidly. I have noticed how shy he gets when someone gives him a compliment - like a snail slowly withdrawing in its shell. I find it adorable.

“That’s what makes it even better!“ I unmute my mic, sending my own congratulations.

“While we’re on that topic...“ Rae begins, waiting for the rest of us to shut our traps, suggesting she has something important to say. “Y/N, do you ever plan on doing a reveal like that? Not a face reveal. Just a body part reveal.“

I have no problem talking about the subject with friends but I get nervous when I’m supposed to discuss it with my fans. Seeing as how everyone, including myself, is streaming right now, I get a bit of a stutter in my speech. “Haven’t thought about it yet. But I guess a body part reveal is harmless.” I cringe immediately after letting the words leave my mouth, “That sounds so weird.”

Rae knows that I’m not too fond of my face, but I haven’t told her about my scar yet. I let almost all people I’ve met online think I’m using my lack of appearance for effect. For the mystery of it all. Mysteries attract people which equals attention. Attention equals views and the domino effect continues.

“Just a suggestion. No pressure.“ Rae adds quickly, knowing full well I get anxious when the subject is brought up in front of cameras. “Let’s get this game started, shall we.”

                                                          * * *

The idea dwells in my mind, sitting on the back burner even after I disconnect from the Discord call. I’m sitting in my gaming chair, which was a gift for my two million milestone, and weighing out the pros and cons of the action Rae suggested I take.

“It’s a picture of your fucking hand, dummy. How bad can it turn out?“ I say out loud, shaking my head at my indecisiveness. “You’ll be fine.”

In a blur, two pictures are already posted on my Instagram. The first one captioned ‘Took a leaf from my friend’s book. Did I do it right @ corpsehusband?’ and the second ‘Thanks, Rae. These are on you.’

Rae’s POV

As I’m watching a movie in my living room, I get a notification from Instagram, informing me that Y/N has posted for the first time in a while.

I scoff, “More like the first time in forever.”

The first thing that comes to my mind is the possibility of her reaching that three million milestone that’s been long time coming. I bring the glass of water that’s sitting on my coffee table to my lips, taking a sip as I tap the notification. The picture I see makes me hurry to put the glass back down so I don’t drop it. Y/N’s hand. Her fingers are covered with several thin rings each. And here I thought Corpse had too many rings, this girl has at least two on every finger! 

Then my eyes land on the second picture she has posted only minutes after the first and my heart drops. I struggle to get the water that’s been sitting in my moth down my esophagus while my mind is struggling with the task to comprehend the picture I’m looking at. 

Another hand is resting on top of Y/N’s. A hand also covered in rings but fewer and larger. The nails are painted black. 

I think I know who it belongs to.

Before I can even finish the thought, I’m dialing Y/N. She picks up after the second ring, sound cheery as ever as she greets me. “Hey Rae!”

“Don’t you ‘Hey Rae’ me!” I practically scream. I hate being kept in the dark about anything ever so this is just driving me mad. On top of all, she’s my best friend, for fuck’s sake. “Is that Corpse in the photo with you?!”

“Ugh....“ the cheeriness to her voice is all but gone now.

I go on with my rant, not giving her the time to reply. Not that she would reply. I bet she doesn’t know what to say. “So he knows where you live?! Or was the picture taken at his place?! He knows what you look like?! You have seen him! He has seen you in real life but me, your best friend, haven’t!!! You are breaking Covid 19 protection laws to take pictures?! Are you fucking serious, Y/N?!”

There’s a long moment of silence which frustrates me even more but I literally have run out of things to yell and the power to be angry. I mean, I still am, I just can’t express it.

“Rae, sweetheart, please calm down. You’re scary when you’re mad.“ This girl has some fucking nerve! She’s on the verge of laughing!

“Listen here you...“ 

“Rae, please stop scaring my girlfriend.“ That oh so distinguishable, oh so familiar voice interrupts me.

I am flabbergasted, for a lack of a better term.

“Now that we’ve got you quiet, I can explain.“ Y/N pics up the conversation, “Corpse and I have been dating for six, almost seven months now. We started dating around Easter after talking for quite some time. We moved in together at the end of September. All thanks to you, Rae. You’re the best.” She pauses to breathe in real quick, “There, all caught up?“

I’m in no less shock than I was before she explained. Actually, I think I might be even more confused now. It all just feels like a fever dream. “Yes...no. I don’t fucking know! I need details, Y/N!”

“Details later.“ Corpse makes his presence known once again, “We’re watching Family Guy right now. Talk to you later.“

“Love you, Rae!“ Y/N calls out before the line goes dead.

My arm goes limp, dropping my phone on the couch next to me. 

“Motherfuckers” I mumble under my breath.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been a week since Rae has stopped talking to both Corpse and me. I know she just needs some time to cool off. In the meantime, the rest of our friends were informed and, as oppose to Rae, were nothing but supportive and overjoyed. I bet Rae feels the same way though. Sean, Dave and the rest of the gang have confirmed that she’s incredibly happy for us and says she noticed a spark between me and him since day one, but she can’t help but be mad at us, and especially me, for not telling her sooner.

“Any regrets?“ I remember Corpse asking me when we hung up on her after dropping the bomb.

“Not being able to see her face when she saw the picture.“ I beam at him, feeling as content as ever.

He laughs, agreeing with me before leaning down to kiss me.

@susceptible-but-siriusexual  @simonsbluee  @save-the-sky  @hacker-ghost  @itsminniekat  @bi-andready-tocry  @imtiredaffff  @jazzkaurtheglorious  @hereforbeebo  @fandomgirl17  @chrysanthykios

[d0llpie]

Angry confessions

Summary: You’ve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks you’re joking

Kyotani x reader

Warnings: cursing

angst to fluff, mutual pining

a/n: i might make a part 2 but i’m not sure, lmk if you want one!

wc: 2.5k

Kyotani couldn’t stand you. Your annoying smile and indifferent attitude while he told you to get lost. Couldnt you take a hint? Apparently not as you continued to greet him the same warm way every time you saw him, slipping him notes during class and flirting with him. Couldnt you flirt with some other poor soul? he couldn’t handle it anymore, knowing you weren’t really flirting with him. Maybe you did flirt with others, that only made it worse, knowing it wasn’t just him who got to see your smile and teasing laugh everyday. Honestly he didn’t know which way was worse, all he knew was that he was sick of you.

It started at practise, he was used to Oikawa’s fan girls attending their practise just to ogle at the captain, that always annoyed him but he soon found you to be worse. Oikawa has tossed him a ball to spike down and you started cheering for him. He whipped his head around to see you smiling brightly down at him, waving. He was taken back, his scowl dropping for a minute as the tips of his ears turned red before he continued on with practise, trying to ignore your cheers everytime he spiked. You trailed behind him to the school date, chatting on about your day and how amazing Kyo’s spikes were while he just grunted and continued walking in front of you, trying to speed up. Every time he sped up, you did too, he wasn’t sure if you were just stupid or if you didn’t care that he was trying to get away from you but either way it confused him.

Since then you’d follow him around, having one sided conversations with the back of his head on the way to the gym, in between classes and sometimes even during lunch times when you weren’t with your friends. He wished you wouldn’t flirt so much, it was the worst part of your whole fan girl act. You’d compliment his hair, his spikes and his eyes often, it came out so naturally that it made him tense up and pause every time, trying to calm down the beating of his heart in his ears. Why couldn’t you just stick to fangirling over Oikawa? Kyotani could take you following him and talking about your day if it wasn’t for the flirting act. He even liked hearing about your day, it was cute to hear you ramble on until you decided to give him false hope with your remarks, sometimes even trying to hold his hand or rest your head on his shoulder.

~

It had been a few months now and you weren’t sure what to do. You were in a small cafe with your cousin Iwaizumi, opting to seek out the spiker for advice as a last resort.

“I don’t know Iwa, i’ve been flirting with him for months and coming to all your games to cheer him on and he doesn’t even look at me” you fiddling with your fork, huffing out dramatically.

“We’ll have you actually told him you like him or asked him to hang out?” you glared at his condescending tone

“I shouldn’t have to tell him! I don’t know how much more obvious i can get...plus i ask him to have lunch with me all the time” you sighed, feeling your heart sink. You’d thought that he didn’t like you, it was obvious at first that he found you irritating but overtime you thought he’d warm up. Maybe you were just being stupid, setting yourself up for heartbreak at your inevitable rejection. Still, you held on tight to the tiny bit of hope you still had.

“hey.” Iwa waved his hand in front of you, pulling you from your thoughts “I mean surely him ignoring you can’t get any worse if you actually confess right? Plus maybe i’m wrong and he does like you so you’ll actually make some progress” you hummed in agreement, though you were hesitant

“How am i supposed to confess though? He doesn’t even look at me when we talk, well, i talk..” you realised just how pathetic you sounded, how desperate. Was this how Oikawa’s fan girls felt? Ignorantly hopeful for someone who was out of reach? Well at least Oikawa spoke to his fan girls...

“Y/n...not to sound rude or anything, but why do you like this kid? He’s not exactly treating you very well..” you looked up at your cousin who was looking at you with eyes full of concern.

“Well he may not seem like the sweet type but i’ve seen him when he’s alone, he’s really cute when he doesn’t look like he’s on the warpath, plus i think he’s just shy around me and doesn’t know how to act around others, he’s sweet though, he doodles in his notebooks. Also, he’s really passionate about volleyball! i remember the first time i saw him spike, he actually smiled!” you giggled at the memory, blushing at the thought of Kyo. 

“Whatever y/n, you need to confess before i do it for you.” you gasped in feign shock “You wouldn’t dare iwa-chan~” you laughed at Iwaizumi’s enraged expression “Stop hanging out with Oikawa ugh” you laughed at him, sipping on your hot chocolate you’d forgotten about. 

~

Kyotani had woken up earlier than usual, deciding to go for a walk. While he was walking his mind drifted back to you, looking behind him half expecting you to be there talking his ear off about random things, making him blush with your flirting. It was cruel how you could flirt with him so shamelessly and not mean it. He so badly wanted you to mean it. He grunted in frustration, picking up his pace until he was running, he was running past a few shops and cafes when he saw you. You were sitting by the window as the sun hit you, his eyes widened, you truly were so pretty to him. He almost stopped running until he saw who you were looking at, Iwaizumi was there. Of course you’d be on a date with him, he was so strong and open. You deserved someone like Iwaizumi he supposed, someone who could actually talk to you, someone who was better than him. He continued running despite feeling his own heart in his throat, making it harder to breathe. 

~

“I’m not writing him a letter Iwa.” you rolled your eyes at his suggestion, looking out the window to see a familiar head of blonde flash past in a blur. “Iwa! He just ran past” you stood up from your seat excitedly, smile crossing your face. “Wow you’re worse than i thought. Y/n, you’re a simp.” You weren’t even offended at his words “i mean can you blame me?” you sat back down, “Yes y/n, yes i can. You probably want to go after him right now” although he was joking he looked up to see you staring back at him hopefully. “Oh my god y/n, fine! Go. I’ll see you at school tomorrow. “ You got up and hugged Iwa squeeling, “Thank you thank you, if i don’t come to school tomorrow i’m either crying about being rejected or on a date with my handsome boyfriend, bye!” “Do not skip school y/n!” Iwa yelled after you as you ran out of the cafe, heading down the same path Kyo took. 

As you passed by a park, you noticed Kyotani sitting under a tree, panting heavily. “Kyo!” You called out, smiling brightly as you made your way over to him, ignoring the frustrated frown on his face. “What” he gruffly replied, clearly annoyed but you were ecstatic to get a reply from him. “I actually wanted to tell you something!” It’s now or never you thought, this was a perfect time to do it, you were ready for either response, you waited for him to look up at you before continuing.

“Um, i haven’t really thought of what to say so i’m just going to say it, i like you. I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? You don’t have to of course but i really wanted you to know” you played with your hands while you waited for him to say something, silence was not what you expected but- “are you serious right now?” he was angry?, you tilted your head to the side “of course, i’m surprised you didn’t already kn-” “What is wrong with you? First you follow me around everywhere, flirting with me and annoying the fuck out of me, now this? haven’t you played around enough? Honestly i didn’t think you’d take it this far, that’s just low y/n.” the tone in his voice was enough to have you back away a little, confusion covered your face, you definitely hadn’t anticipated this kind of response. Despite your heart sinking at the rejection, you couldn’t help but feel a little angry as well. Who was he to talk to you like that. “What the fuck are you talking about Kyo. A simple ‘Sorry i don’t feel the same’ would’ve sufficed, honestly this is the most you’ve ever said to me and it’s this?” He was taken back by your reaction. You were serious? “Why would you try confess to me while you were just on a date then huh?” you furrowed your brows in confusion before it dawned on you, he thought you were dating Iwaizumi. Now you understood more of what he was saying, you opened your mouth to speak but he interrupted you. “Yeah, I saw. You can drop the act now it was very funny. Now you can fucking leave me alone and stop acting like Oikawa’s clingy fangirls. I’ll finally stop having to hear you yapping in my fucking ear all day.” he wasn’t expecting to look up and see tears rolling down your cheeks. “Iwaizumi is my cousin..” you whispered meekly before turning back in the direction of the cafe, running home. 

Kyotani sat there dumbfounded. You were serious. He just called the girl he liked annoying and clingy after she tried to confess all because he was too insecure and jumped to conclusions. “Fucking idiot.” he cursed himself out under his breath.  

~

He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t sleep, every time he closed his eyes he just saw that heartbroken look on your face, eyes filled with tears. Because of him. He groaned before going to his desk, he begun to write a letter. The thought of you never coming to his games anymore, you never cheering for him again, telling him about your day and that new show you start, even the flirting, he knew he couldn’t get through the day without it. You weren’t annoying, you were the only person who managed to make him stop scowling, he was relaxed around you.

You walked into your first class, finding a letter on your desk. Your eyes flitted over to Kyo who was sitting a few seats away looking away nervously, you could see how red he was from here. You tucked the letter into your bag, he didn’t deserve your attention and you were determined to not talk to him or look at him anymore. Kyotani watched you put away his letter, he frowned, you’d probably just read it later. He didn’t want to get discouraged so he waited for you during lunch but you never came. He was getting antsy, it was so quiet. After his final classes he was excited to go to practise, getting there on time for once, only you weren’t there. Instead he was met with an angry Iwaizumi “what the fuck did you do to her!” he boomed, gaining the attention of everyone in the gym. Kyotani looked down, surprising everyone “where is she?” he asked quietly, Iwaizumi quirked his brow, crossing his arms over his chest. “She’s probably at home or the cafe.” Kyotani looked up, running out of the gym ignoring Oikawa’s calls to come back and train.

You were sitting in a booth at the cafe, scrolling on your phone when you remembered the letter. You opened it despite your hesitation and began reading.

Y/n,

I used to find you irritating, i couldn’t understand why someone as pretty as you would follow me around and talk to me when i was so cold to you. I took your flirting as you either making fun of me or just you having a flirtatious personality so i would get annoyed. About yesterday, i misunderstood completely and i’m so sorry for snapping at you. I never meant to lash out on you and i never wanted to. I was fed up with the person i liked toying with me and when i found out you liked me back i didn’t believe you.

I’m sorry for hurting you, if you let me be yours i swear i’ll never hurt you again. I never want you to cry because of me ever again, i like you too y/n and i’m sorry i was too much of a pussy to tell you sooner.

I hope you forgive me

-Kyotani.

You smiled at the letter, looking up at the sound of the cafe bell ringing to see Kyotani, out of breath staring at you. You smiled up at him like usual and he returned it, moving towards you quickly. “Kyo-“ he cut you off, smashing his lips against yours, his lips were gentle despite the desperate hold he had on you, cradling your head in one hand and gripping your collar in the other. You smiled against the kiss, cupping his cheek before pulling away. “Hi” you giggled as he sat down in front of you, holding your hand on the table “Hi” he smirked at you. “Y/n, can i take you to dinner?” you nodded happily “of course you can handsome~” he blushed furiously and this time you got to see, you cupped his cheek again, leaning over to kiss his cheek softly, only making it worse. “C’mon doll” he pulled you up, holding your hand as you exited the cafe, walking side by side as he intertwined your fingers, smiling down at you with a soft expression. How was he so blind?

[dorimena]

well gawd damn is it spicy here, lemme contribute! 🤩 💕 what if we just totally make shoto a lil brat, but reader decides she aint having ANY o’ that, so she decides to pin the boy down and just fuck him absolutely stupid- just imagine how pretty he’d look, like ugh 😩 and if he behaves, what if we treat him to a lil meal from mommy? 💕 also, have a good rest of your day/night and drink some water! 😌

Hot and spicy, contribution sounds nice-y! (´ ∀ ` )

And thank you! Sorry this took a while. Hope you’re having a good day/night and remember, stay hydrated!

Shoto might seem like the perfect baby boy, considering he’s obedient, always looking to please you first, unless you tell him he’s meant to go first.

He’s caring, loving, wanting to always receive your praise and attention.

But going back to what I said about you telling him he’s meant to be first, that will sometimes get to his head.

Like, there will be days he won’t give a fuck if you want to be pleased first or wants things to go your way. He’ll sass you, give such nasty sarcastic remarks that you wonder who he’s been hanging out with to suddenly be like this.

But you don’t let it go on for long, not when he’s teasing you with his fingers, not even properly fingering you or even playing with your clit. He keeps commenting about how you’ll only cum from what he’s giving you, how he’s being generous, how he’s in charge now.

You would’ve taken him seriously if it wasn’t for the hesitance in his eyes, the way he seems to think too much with his words, eyes memorizing your facial reactions and frustrated grunts and moans. Even his fingers twitch whenever he gets too close to your cunt.

You know he’s just acting out of character so you could put him back into his place. Shoto hesitates because he’s done, he doesn’t want to be in charge, not when you look so angry and ready to pounce on him.

And you did. Well, first you flipped him over and then grabbed his cheeks roughly between your fingers, sneering how he’ll only get to cum from your fingers, that you’re being generous.

Have him bent across your lap, his dick twitching and grinding against your thighs as more and more precum smears all over your skin and his stomach, hands clenched in fists as your three fingers continue to fuck his ass in such a relentless pace, how obscence the lube sounds as your palm meets his ass everytime you thrust back in.

Shoto can’t make out how many times he’s cum, his head dizzy, eyes unfocused, throat sore as he screams through another intense orgasm, body tensing and back arching, toes curling while his legs shake, strong enough to make you move a bit with the movement. You don’t stop, not when he looks to still have more cum in him, if the growing white puddle you can somehow manage to see helps.

And when he’s finally milked, dry, and sedated with the many untouched orgasms, you help lay him down on the bed. You don’t clean him yet, which confuses him, thinking this is over, right?

You praise him, complimenting how good he was, cumming so much milk for mommy, how it’s time for him to eat his dessert before dinner. And even if he imagined some sweet cake or other dessert, the image of your pussy getting close to his face has him opening his mouth silently, eyes staring up at you, love and happiness swimming in his pupils before you bury his face with your wet, wet cunt.

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

I’m On Fire [Chapter 1]

Summary: With her sister’s wedding fast approaching and her Mom hounding her about finding a date, Y/N makes a terrible decision that lands her and her least favorite genius in a confusing situation.

A/N:  This is the first part in a series, I’ve written the first few chapters already so I’m hoping to update pretty regularly! I hope you guys enjoy, and any feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst, it’s a Slow Burn Baby

Warnings: None really for this chapter, cursing? Mean-ish Spencer

Word Count: 6.5k

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I wasn’t at the BAU long before it started to feel like home. The team became my family, pure and simple.

Having been recruited by Hotch at only 22 I'd sort of fallen into the roll of the little sister to the team without really meaning to. It's not that I was naive, or particularly sheltered even. I know I'm good at my job, and I'd want to be, given how my life's revolved around it almost entirely. But the team seemed to adopt a protective mindset over me right off the bat.

When I first joined the FBI everything was terrifying. I worked so hard for my PhD, trying to get into the unit, but there's almost nothing that can actually prepare you for the real thing. Being out in action in the field, working the cases out in real time. Sometimes they had a smooth, easy conclusion followed by loud obnoxious drinks together. Then there were the others, the ones that kept me up for days after and felt as though they owned little pieces of my heart still.

It was JJ that helped the most on those horrible flights back on the jet. Noticing my anxious ticks and uneasy disposition after that first case that had ended badly. JJ had been through it all before, taking too many cases home with her. Seeing her son's little faces in the kids that we couldn't help. If I was the baby of the team JJ was the big sister, looking out for everyone.

Morgan on the other hand was the outrageously cool older brother, the one you just wanted to be. Early on he'd helped my weak self with the ruthless fitness regimen the FBI required, he offered to pull some strings and get the test written off. But I couldn't accept that, there was something in me that just wanted to impress Morgan, and honestly still does. Like somehow if he thought you were cool, then it became true. So I passed the exam, but getting up a flight of stairs was near impossible for a week after.

Emily was probably the fun aunt. The one that would sneak you booze at the family gathering, or take you to your first concert. Emily was actually the one who'd found me, digging around colleges for potential recruits she'd had me picked out for a while I later found out. Insisting that Hotch give me a shot. It was reassuring to know I had someone who would stick up for me from day one.

I was an tech analyst, among other things, sort of a counterpart for Garcia in the field. So it was no surprise to anyone when the two of us hit it off as though we'd known each other forever. We weren't the same by any means though. Penelope was bold, and bright, and confident beyond measure, where I've typically felt like more of a blend into the background type. I've always thought of myself that way, despite my achievements. I'd also always believed I was fairly inoffensive, no one I'd met had ever had a huge problem with me, 'till I got to the BAU that is.

Every rose has its thorn I suppose.

That thorn in my side was Dr. Spencer Reid.

It wasn't that Dr. Reid was a bad agent, or even a bad person. I hadn't actually met him before that first day in the conference room, but I'd known who he was for a long time. Before I came along he'd held the mantle of 'youngest ever recruit' in the unit, while I was studying I'd read any of his work I could get my hands on because of that fact.

I figured it must've been some sort of hazing when he looked me up and down that first day I was introduced, and then proceeded to blank me entirely for a full week. Up until I'd wrapped my first case.

The whole team went straight from the jet to the bar. Proceeding to get far too drunk. Spencer joined, which the rest of the team found unusual, and I probably should've taken as a sign of things to come.

That case went well, and everyone was in high spirits but Reid had a sour disposition, at least it seemed that way every time he looked at me. After a few too many drinks I went outside in an attempt to sober up in the cold air, unfortunately Reid must've snuck outside not long before.

"Ugh" was all he said when he first caught my silhouette approaching him. The night was unusually cold so it had been deserted outside the bar that evening. I wasn't really sure why it made me nervous to be alone with him like this, the two of us leaning back against the same small area of brick wall, looking out at the cold night.

"Nice to see you too doctor" was all I could muster, I was drunk enough that I let my sarcastic tone leap out, "you can relax, I'm just trying to get some fresh air, it's too stuffy in there, and loud. I'm not here to talk to you or anything."

"Well aren't you a sensitive thing" he responds in kind, at that point I wasn't really sure if it was a coincidence or if he'd been genuinely avoiding me, but things were starting to clear up.

"I'm sensitive, that's a fun take on things" I joke, taking a long sip of cold water from my glass.

"And what's that supposed to mean, newbie?" his emphasis on the last word all but confirms my suspicions.

"Fuck man, what's your problem with me? Is it because I'm new, or because I beat your stupid record?" I quip. hoping that at the very least it might coax him out of his shell. Dr. Spencer Reid getting angry at me could honestly be better than the nothing I'd been experiencing from him until now.

"What stupid record?" he sounds genuinely confused

"I'm the youngest BAU recruit now?" I didn't know why else he could be so sour. He'd never met me before last week, and since he'd ignored me that first day I'd done all I could not to step on his toes. So if he had a reason to hate me this much, it wasn't something I'd done on purpose.

He takes a few moments to respond, raising his eyebrows and considering the information. He chuckles. He fucking chuckles.

"That's funny." he says, his voice leveling out, "I didn't peg you as funny newbie" that word sets something off in me again. Something about it is dismissive, or belittling. Before I could fight back he starts to move, maneuvering around me and heading back inside. A little too tipsy to think of anything constructive to say, I just mutter "Fuck you Spencer."

He swings open the door, as he walks inside he just says "See you Monday, Newbie" without even looking at me.

And that was only the beginning.

----

"You know I'm just trying to make sure you get enough rest sweetheart. There's no need to get so defensive!" it was far too early in the morning to be dealing with this call. Since joining the BAU a few years ago this was a standard call from my Mom. Equal parts well meaning and over-bearing, and generally asking far too many questions.

"I'm not getting defensive Mom, I get plenty of rest, my job is just very important to me and you know that." I knew she was right to be at least a little worried, this job was consuming, and in all honesty I wasn't sure how people like JJ were married and still here. It seemed like an impossible feat.

"Fine sweetie, how are your co-workers doing then? How's Penelope? Give her my love" she loved Penelope, I think she thought that Penelope tethered me to the normal world, and in a way she was right. She kept me sane, and fun, and made me eat pizza and do face masks once a week at least. Even when I didn't think I wanted to.

"Pen's great Mom, everyone's good. Well, the usual ones get on my nerves, but I'm fine." As I say it I glance across at Dr. Reid, the only person who's also in as early as I am most days. I'm not sure if he can hear me but he's tapping his pen so loud on his desk that it takes all of my energy not to walk across the bullpen and stab him with it.

"Y'know what Mom, I'm actually just after getting to work and it's a busy day so can I call you back later?" I chance, getting her off the phone is always an ordeal.

"Fine, fine, I'll let you go. But wait one last thing!"

I knew what was coming. It was always coming.

"Are you seeing anyone, Margot's been wondering too, just thought I'd check in?"

Pinching the bridge of my nose and trying not to scream down the line, I just sigh out the frustration instead.

"No Mom, believe it or not, I've made no progress on that front since you asked me all of 3 days ago."

"See you are being defensive!" she snaps

"I gotta go, bye Mom. Love you!" I say, hanging up quickly before dropping my head down into my arms on my desk, resting like that for a few moments in silence.

Hearing Garica chuckle behind my ear I perk up and spin around. She's holding a small paper cup of coffee and hands it to me. I look at it confused, "Sorry about the paper, I couldn't find your mug in the cabinet" she apologizes, looking over at Dr. Reid and rolling her eyes. Now I know he can hear me from his seat, he takes that moment to sip from my mug and place it gently back on his desk.

It hadn't taken long for him to start toying with me. It was always stupid childish things. Things I couldn't get genuinely annoyed at, that would give him far too much satisfaction, knowing he was getting to me in any real way. This was one trick he liked to play if he got into the office before me, he'd take my mug and make his coffee in it, just to spite me I guess.

"Why does he even do that, it's so stale" she said, just a little louder than normal to make sure he could hear. Garcia and Reid were still good friends and team-mates but she liked to stand up for me when she could. He liked to avoid me as much as possible so he'd usually go to Garcia before me if he needed help with something. Even when the two of us were out in the field together. Which was obnoxious but it was just another thing I'd gotten used to over time. And as long as it didn’t interfere with the case I just forced myself to let it go.

"I know it's such low grade bullying isn't it?" I shot back with a chuckle.

"So I'll take it that was Mommy dearest" Penelope gestures to my phone. She knew my Mom, and she knew about her general overbearing energy. I let out a groan thinking about the call again, and the calls that were to come.

"Isn't it always Mommy dearest?" I joke

"So she's still on your ass about the wedding then?" I'm sure Penelope was almost as sick of hearing about it as I was,

"Margot's getting married in like 4 months now, and every time Mom calls there’s just some new hometown loser she wants to set me up with Pen. It's fucking exhausting" I take a sip of the coffee she made me, savoring the bitter taste. She sits down on my desk for a moment, leaning in.

"Honey, did you ever think that if you got out there and found someone, she wouldn't be on your ass at all?" I don't want to think about that, about how she's completely right. All I can do is let out another small groan and lean back down onto my desk.

"Too early Pen" I say, it's muffled by the desk but she gets the message. Hopping up and heading to her own office as some more people start to arrive for the morning.

Leaving me alone to make a start on my paperwork that had built up throughout the week. Fridays were usually slow like this, giving me a little too much time to think. I couldn't shake the thought that my Mom and Penelope were actually right. Maybe I was a bit too invested in the job, and maybe that was a pretty big factor in why my last relationship imploded but I wasn't about to admit that to anyone.

----

After that the day crawls by, thankfully no cases pop up so the weekend might actually be free. Trying to make sure I clear up all of my paperwork takes a little longer than I'd hoped and leaves me alone in the bullpen. It seems like everyone's gone home by the time I've packed up and I'm ready to leave. Which wasn't as out of the ordinary as I'd like it to be really. Everyone else seemed to have somewhere to be on a Friday night.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive my phone started to ring, I could see my Mom's caller ID on the screen. If I just let it go I know she'll call back later, may as well get it out of the way. I take a deep breath in anticipation before I answer.

"Hey what's up?" I answer, stepping inside the elevator as the doors ping open.

"Hi sweetie, I've got good news! Do you remember David? That lovely boy, he helped out your Father that summer in high school?" I know what's coming and rub my temple, trying to stifle the headache I know is coming. As I answer a hand slides between the elevator doors, popping them open again.

Dr. Fucking Reid walks in, and he looks about as happy to see me as I am to see him. I make eye contact and look away just as fast, willing him away with my mind. "Yes Mom, I remember him, why are you telling me this?" I already know the answer but I'm fed up, she still sounds excited when she responds.

"Well you won't believe it! I ran into him at the market this morning and I thought you'd like it if I passed on your phone number to him, maybe for the weddi-" it took all I had not to shout into the receiver, and maybe I would've had the elevator been empty.

"Mom! Jesus!" I have to reign myself in, but I have a bad idea, "You know what, I'm actually sorted. I've got a date lined up now" I'm not sure why I said it with no real plan in place. She sounds even more excited than I've ever heard her.

"Oh my, that's amazing sweetie! That was fast, I can't believe you found one since this morning, it's someone from work so?" she assumes, and I'm just not thinking fast enough to correct her.

"Mmhmm, yeah" I'll figure out the logistics later I rationalize.

"Oh! Is it that boy you're always on about, the one who teases you?" she asks, and her voice is full of joy, and it makes me feel horrible that I'm lying already, and that I'm going to let her down.

"Yup, that's the one, look Mom I gotta go, I'll talk to you later! Night" I blurt out so fast it has to be obvious I'm nervous.

I can hear a stifled chuckle behind me. Fuck. How loud is my phone speaker. Could he hear that. Surely not. But this elevator was completely silent. The doors open and I have to stop myself from running to my car at top speed. Instead I walk out just a little faster than normal, turning around to shoot him a small wave goodbye. And he's got this devious smirk on his face that makes my stomach turn.

Sitting into my car I pull out my phone to text Garcia immediately.

I'm on my way to yours right now. It's urgent.

——

Traffic's light so it takes maybe 10 minutes before I arrive at Garcia's place. My mind's racing and my body takes me there on autopilot. Why did I say any of that, why did I even answer the damn phone. Why did I wave goodbye to Spencer, I never usually did that. Maybe that's why he had that look on his face. Maybe he was just thinking of something funny that happened earlier and it had nothing to do with me at all. That was something he'd do to mess with me for sure.

How was I going to walk this back with my Mom, she was just gonna have more questions that I couldn't answer. Fuck.

Garcia buzzed me up and her door was open for me by the time I got up the stairs. This little purple apartment had become my second home. It was where I spent most of my evenings off, laughing on the same sofa I was collapsing face first into right now. Garcia nestles in beside me and runs her hand over my hair, "Hey sweet pea, what's happening? I don't want to sound too concerned but you're not giving me much to go off? Are you dying, is there drama? You're going to have to tell me what's so urgent before I burst a blood vessel?"

I let out a muffled, "is drahmuh" into the pillow, Garcia shakes my shoulders.

"Sit up babe, damn!" I have to heave myself out of the pillows, sitting upright on the sofa beside her, clutching one of the pillows in my arms.

"It's drama" I repeat,

"Well, out with it then, you know I'll take all the drama I can get! Spill, spill" she rushes me along. I'm already apprehensive, Reid's her coworker too, but if anyone would understand why this was such an issue it was gonna be her.

"Okay, I'm after doing something stupid and I think I really need your advice" I cringe already, thinking back to the elevator, throwing out my words faster, I continue the story, mostly trying to get it over with, "my Mom called again when I was on the way out tonight and she was trying to set me up with this guy, and Reid was there, and I got all flustered, and I told her I had a date already" I throw my head down into the pillow again.

"Wait why was Reid there?" she looks like she's trying to fit puzzle pieces together and she's getting nowhere, "And what's the drama?"

"Shit Garcia, it was in the elevator and it was all quiet, and maybe he heard the call, maybe he didn't but he had this fuckin' look on his stupid face" I can't shake the smug little smirk, it's burned inside my eyelids. Garcia's face falls in what looks like disappointment.

"Ugh Y/N! That's nothing chill out, why does it matter if he heard your call? I know you guys are all weird but none of that is any of his business anyway!" she shoo's her hand in the air, dismissing the whole situation.

"No Garcia, it is his business now" I have to close my eyes when I say it, I can't look at her "I told my Mom that he was my date, well, I didn't say his name or anything, she assumed it was someone from work and so I just agreed, and then she suggested that it was him and then I fucking panicked Pen, I fucked up so bad. What do I do?"

I finally opened my eyes to look up at Garcia. She was sitting in pure silence, pursing her lips in what seemed like contemplation. The puzzle pieces finally slotting together. It's as though a light bulb goes off behind her eyes and she bursts out in fits of laughter. Doubling over on herself before finally taking a few breaths to calm herself down. I'm honestly not sure why she finds the whole thing so funny, she know's how needlessly annoying he's made my life, she's seen it first hand and heard me talk about it over and over again in this very apartment over pizza.

"Garcia, this is not fucking funny! This is serious!" I try to calm her down, I need advice not whatever this is.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I love you dearly. But this isn't funny, this is hilarious. It's like you're Sandra Bullock in some mid-90's rom com. I love it" I don't love it, in fact I hate it. I nearly snap at her but pull myself back.

"Pen, come on, help me out. What do I do with this, how do I fix it?" I plead.

She stops laughing and pulls out her phone, "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm going to order us a pizza, and we're gonna sort this thing out together, sound good?" I just nod and collapse back into the sofa. I think I feel better now that I've gotten it out in the open.

----

Penelope makes us tea while we wait for the pizza, she keeps lemon & ginger in her cabinet for me, just like I keep mint for her. The warm mug and the steam calm me down. After a few minutes alone to think about it I start to figure it out a little better. I figure I can just lie to my Mom for a while, it might suck but I can pretend for a bit and then make up some excuse as to why he can't come closer to the time. Then I can just bring Garcia instead and everyone's happy. I'm about to float my plan to her there's a knock on her door. I was so caught up that I hadn't really noticed quite how starving I'd gotten. Leaping up of the sofa to grab the door.

I swing it open but it's not the pizza guy. Somehow it's the opposite of the pizza guy, my worst nightmare is on the other side of the door. He must notice my eyes blow completely wide. "Y/N!" he says, more of a statement than a question really, like he's telling himself that he's actually seeing me in the doorway. I'm not as gentle.

"What the fuck are you doing here Reid?!" I can't even disguise my anger. He seems a little flustered, like he's got absolutely no idea how to proceed.

"Um, uh, is Garcia here? I can, um, I can just come back later?" he swallows hard and shakes his head, before I can agree and tell him to get lost Penelope races to the door, pulling it wide open.

"Nope, that won't be necessary Doctor! Come on in, you're right on time sweetheart" she waves him in and he walks past me, his demeanor changing almost instantly. He's smug, like he's won whatever battle this was. And I hate it. Though he's still as confused as me despite the newfound attitude. Reid sits down on the sofa, right where I had been sitting. I bite my tongue and sit on the opposite end.

"Are you okay Garcia?" he asks with a genuine concern, "What's going on, what was the emergency?". He's not stupid, he knows she's not in danger now that he's here. But he wants answers. I don't know that I've ever seen him this confrontational with anyone, well anyone but me. The entire time I’m staring her down as she sits in the armchair opposite the two of us. My keys are in my pocket and my car's right outside. I could just jump up and make a break for it. Escape.

"You know what Doc, you won't believe it but I'm not actually the one with the emergency" she takes a beat, and I'm starting to think that I might understand why people murder other people after all these years, "Y/N has something urgent she needs to talk to you about" she's silent for another moment, and she almost looks giddy, "Actually Spencer, you might already know a little something about the matter already, now that I think about it" she smirks, and it's pure joy.

My keys are in my hand ready to bolt when the doorbell chimes again. "Oh, that'll actually be the pizza this time, if you two will excuse me" she hops up out of the armchair and races to the door, leaving the two of us alone in a horrible silence. The tension is almost too much, I want to speak but I really have no idea what to say, or how to even start saying it. But he starts.

"Y/N what's going on, I feel like I'm out of the loop here? What am I missing?" he asks, and there's something uncharacteristically genuine about the way he says it, but he can't turn to look at me as he speaks. I almost want to let my guard down and just have a conversation but I can’t force myself to do it. "Shut up Reid." is all I mutter, folding my arms across my chest.

He turns sharply on the sofa to face me. "Hey Y/N. Believe it or not I'm about as happy as you with whatever kind of Parent Trap situation Garcia's got going on here. But from what I'm picking up on you've got a problem and I'm supposed to be able to help with it. So do you want to tell me what's going on or not? I can just go?" I can see that there's an anger bubbling right below the surface, threatening to burst. I know I shouldn't but I let him stew in silence for a little too long and he jumps up off the sofa.

"Y'know what, typical" he mutters, rolling his eyes as he says it, "this is all about you." he throws his bag over his shoulders and begins to walk towards the door. Something in me just snaps.

"All about me?! Are you fucking kidding? I've been tip-toeing around you for years, ever since I joined this damn unit!" I shout as Garcia comes back into the room, pizza box and plates in her hands.

"So, who's hungry?" Garcia asks, trying to break the tension, or pretending there's no tension at all. Reid shakes his head in disbelief and rubs his temple before he speaks again, "Actually I was just gonna head out" he gestures to the door, "I'm clearly not wanted here so I'm gonna leave you guys to it." Spencer makes a move to leave but Garcia grabs the strap of his shoulder bag, yanking him back ever so slightly before he really has the chance to escape.

"You are going absolutely nowhere kid" She points back to the sofa, "get back there" she glances to me, staring with far too much intensity. "You too, sit." Her voice is more stern than I've ever heard it, even while we were on a case. I can't help but obey her command and I sit back down on the sofa in silence. Followed by Reid, clearly processing the same uneasy feeling of a serious Penelope.

She sits opposite the two of us again. "Y/N, Spencer, I love the two of you with all of my heart, albeit separately, and I would die for either one of you. But you've got to chill the hell out!" she says it like she's had it bottled up forever. The tension that releases from her as she says it looks euphoric.

She opens up the pizza box and lays it on the coffee table and takes out a slice for herself. Taking a bite she leaves the two of us in stunned silence. Once she finishes the mouthful she turns to me specifically, "Y/N you tell him, or I will." dead serious. And the feeling in my belly is like I've just fallen down an elevator shaft.

My stomach is in knots as I turn to Spencer on the sofa next to me. His face is puzzled and I think I might be able to make out pure terror in his expression. I don't know that I've ever been looked at like this before and my stomach screws up tighter. I have to take a deep breath and I can't believe I'm about to say it. "Fuck it" I have to take another breath almost immediately so I just have to force the rest out, "I don't know if you heard the call I was on while we were in the elevator earlier?" I look up to gauge his reaction and I can see his face relax, and worse than that, one corner of his mouth lifts into a sort of smile. It's a look of pure smug satisfaction and I think I might scream. I have to close my eyes because I really don't think I can look at that face as I say the next part.

"My sister is getting married in a few months and my Mom's been on my ass to find a date for the wedding and she keeps trying to set me up with these losers, so I fucking panicked, and I told her you were my date." by the time the sentence is out my eyes have screwed up so tight it feels like I have to pry them open.

He sits in silence for too long. Thinking, maybe?

"So I'm the boy who teases you then?" he grins. So he did hear. And he did laugh. He looks far too self satisfied. Now he knows he's right. He knows I've talked to my Mom about him, that he's gotten in my head. I can tell from his smile that he's savoring the moment. Mostly because I can't slap the smug smile off his face I drop my head into my hands. In an effort to disappear I guess.

"So," he says, taking a moment, "is that all you wanted to say then?" he asks, lighthearted and obnoxious, back to his usual self. I snap back to reality, shooting my head back up.

"What do you mean is that all?" I throw back genuinely shocked,

"Is that all you had to say Y/N? Can I go now? It's a long bus ride home y'know" he smirks but makes no effort to move. He can't possibly be making me do this.

"Well no, obviously!" I stutter, "I mean, are you, will you, uh?" I can't bring myself to say it out loud. He leans in on the sofa looking directly at me, refusing to break eye contact.

"Did you have something you wanted to ask me Y/N?" I just want to smack that fucking look off his face,

"Fuck you Spencer Reid" I almost whisper under my breath, but Garcia snaps me back to reality.

"Hey!" she looks at me, stern again, "Ask him." it's not a question, or a suggestion, it's a command.

"Fine okay" I scrunch my eyes up again, "Will you come to my sisters wedding with me as my fake boyfriend?" I curl up into myself as I say it, I can almost feel the bile rising up from my stomach. Like I'm having a biological reaction to the whole thing.

Reid crosses his arms and sinks back on the sofa, like he's performing the act of thinking. He's considering my offer to make me squirm.

When he finally speaks he says "Well I would Y/N, but I really fail to see what's in it for me" he's after getting cocky now.

Garcia pipes up, excited, "Oh, Oh! I know! I have an idea!" she interjects, "Spencer remember how a while ago, back after your apartment flooded you were all all worried about your antique books and prints and stuff?" he nods, "Well Y/N could digitize the collection for you as a back up? I know you're a technophobe? C'mon Y/N, you know you could do that no sweat, and it would take you a lifetime alone Spencer?" I really don't want to admit it but she's right. Even I knew Reid was adverse to any technology that wasn't vital, but it was your specialty. And maybe that was a good trade off, a job like that would be near impossible for him to pull off without help. I take a glance over at Reid and he seems to have had the same train of thought as me. He lets out an exaggerated sigh and relaxes his posture.

"Fine, I guess that's a fair trade. I'm in." he resigns and I almost can't believe it. I'm barely processing the whole conversation as he sticks his hand out to me, I'm confused for a second before I grab it and shake it firmly. Condemning myself to whatever's about to happen. And it's not the time to be thinking about it but maybe this is the first time Spencer and I have ever touched? But I shove that thought away.

Garcia's positively beaming and she's not even trying to hide it. "Now it's like you're both in a Sandra Bullock movie, oh, but you're Hugh Grant maybe?" she points to Reid.

"Don't push it" I shoot in her direction, taking a slice of pizza, now that my anxiety stomach has sort of passed.

Once the pizza's been eaten in near completely awkward silence Spencer stands up off the sofa. His unsure demeanor has returned and he looks nervous. "I actually should get going this time" he says but Garcia pipes up to protest,

"No, it's not even late!"

"It takes me a while to get back home, thank you though Pen. For... this?" he gestures to the whole living room, "Night" he waves. He's almost made it to the door before I stand up out of my seat. I'm not really sure what comes over me, maybe it's gratitude, maybe it's guilt, or maybe I'm just exhausted.

"Wait Spencer. Let me give you a ride home?" I ask and it's like it's not even me saying it .

"Thanks, but I think I can make it home just fine" he dismisses, and there’s an antagonizing tone in his voice that snaps me right back to our usual rapport.

"I'm trying to do a nice thing here, fuck! Just let me do something nice!" I snap, and he throws his arms up in surrender.

"Fine alright, if it'll make you feel better"

"Fuck you Reid" I mutter under my breath and I sort of hope that he does hear me really. If he's gonna be hostile about this I can be too. I give Garcia a hug goodbye but I'm going to scold her for this whole thing later.

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I lead the way outside and climb into my car, Spencer hops into the passenger seat and it feels as strange as always to be alone with him. Especially because it's not an accident, and it's not in work. Maybe this was a horrible idea. He seems like he's unwilling to break the silence, so I just get it over with.

"Where the hell do you live man? I'm gonna need directions." I say, as deadpan as I can muster, which probably isn't all that intimidating.

"Sorry, yeah, so you're gonna want to turn on the ignition" he teases. I definitely wasn't intimidating enough.

"Don't push it" I say, turning to give him a cruel stare, he just reacts with a smirk, that same one from the elevator earlier.

"Oh, I'm pushing it?" he asks, feigning disbelief

"I'll kick you out of this damn car" is all I can think to say. He barely responds, he just lets out a soft chuckle. I want to ask 'what's so funny' but he speaks before I can get the words out.

"I can't believe you talk to your Mom about me" he continues to laugh. That's enough.

"You know what Reid, of course I have! I work with actual murderers on a daily basis and somehow you've been the only real source of friction in my life since I joined the BAU!" He stops giggling a little, but not entirely, he looks like he's making an effort to contain himself.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just never knew I got to you like that" he still finds the whole thing amusing, but I sure as hell don't.

"Directions, now" I demand, looking straight out the front windshield.

"Fine, keep going straight on this road for a while and I'll tell you when to turn" he says, finally playing nice.

The two of us drive silently for most of the journey, the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually we arrive outside his building, and it's nicer than I thought it would be. But I have no idea what I was really basing that on. For some reason it hadn't occurred to me that Dr. Reid lived in an actual home, I had pictured him sleeping upside down in a cave maybe, or in a cryogenic chamber with all the other life-like genius robots.

"So," he says, breaking the silence, "When is this wedding?"

"4 months from now, in and around" I respond, matter of factly. Spencer nods, taking it in.

"Alright, so I've got 4 months, in and around, to learn enough to convincingly pass as your loving boyfriend. Doesn't sound so difficult." he jokes, his tone harsh and sarcastic.

"Look Spencer, I know this is insane and honestly kind of stupid. But in all seriousness, you can back out right now if you're not on board with whatever this is. I'm telling you this is the last exit ramp." I try to say it with sincerity, giving him a genuine out if he's not comfortable with the weird set-up that Penelope pulled on us both. He thinks on it for a moment and shakes his head.

"So how are we gonna do this?" he asks, and I really thought he was going to back out. So I don't have an actual answer.

"Well, I uh, I haven't really given a plan much thought. How about I come over and start working on some of the stuff you want digitized like Garcia mentioned and I can use the time to give you the footnotes on my life?" I suggest, at least that would make it easier to knock things out all at once. Rather than having to spend even more of my free time with Reid than necessary. He looks content with the improvised plan.

"Alright, sounds good." he undoes his seatbelt and opens the door to hop out of the car before turning back to me, "Are you coming inside or what?"

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[hanibalistic]

#5B52AD | NA JAEMIN. NCT DREAM.

genre | fluff, friendship

word count | 2835

warning | a fever, mention of pain

note | i got kind of sick after my first dose of vaccine and i think about is my mother used to sit and rub my tummy whenever i get tummy ache even when it’s 3am.

your body felt heavy, you could not walk without an awkward arch of your back and at an annoyingly slow pace. you haven't gotten a migraine in so long that the gentle ringing in the back of your head now felt like a gradual decomposing of your brain. your tummy gurgled obnoxiously from time to time, confusing your body and mind with hunger and pain.

long story short, you were sick. you got sick, unfortunately, after a streak of good health for the past years, and you barely knew how to take care of yourself now because of how unusual the occurrence was.

you suspected it was the pouring rain you walked under the other day, or the multiple cold nights you've stood through in the unorganized tent area backstage during award shows this past few weeks. either way, since there weren't any other possible reasons, bad weather was the only thing you could blame your sickness on.

you had contacted the team manager about taking a few days off, leisurely estimating your return date while the manager told you to take your time and make sure to only work once you have fully recovered to avoid spreading your sudden fever to the dreamies when you get back. another thing you also asked of, with more grit and firmness this time, was to make sure the manager leak not a single word of you being sick to the boys.

it was true that you have not been sick in a long while, but so far you have gotten a grip on how it works and adapted to being uncomfortable and alone. reminding yourself to take those over-the-counter medicines was annoying but doable. moving around the apartment so you could cook and clean was exhausting but also doable. you did not need an extra pair of hands; it would definitely be good to have one, but you could survive without one.

you knew very well if the boys knew that you caught a fever, they would insist on visiting and taking care of you.

they would probably try to pull up to your apartment with some homemade soup and old movie discs, rambling on and on about sneaking out and forcing the driver to come to your apartment estate, complaining about you keeping everything a secret from your friends. then they'd get unreasonably mad at you for not visiting a doctor, and they'd force you to stay in bed while promising to take care of everything. they would be loud, and destructive, and annoying and—ugh! everything you do not need when you have a fever burning on your head!

"oh, finally!" you groaned in tired delight when you heard the doorbell ring. you have been waiting on the jajangmyeon takeout you ordered about fifteen damn minutes ago (to be fair, it felt like two hours with that migraine in your head).

shaking the shiver off your back when you stood on the cold wooden tiles with your bare feet, you grimaced at the pair of fuzzy socks you previously pulled off out of spontaneity, not wanting to bend down to get them from the ground. you stepped on then as you moved begrudgingly from the messy couch, where your blanket and tons of pillows resided, to the front door.

you unlocked your door with some trouble, finding it hard to stand on your legs and twist the lock. when you slowly swung open the door, you muttered, "sorry for the delay, it's kind of hard to–huh."

you cut yourself off when you saw the sight of renjun handing cash to your delivery man and patting him on the back as he bowed and left your house with your jajangmyeon. your eyes pulled back to look at the bigger picture—four people present before your apartment door, all wearing the same reaction to your figure uncared for.

renjun has turned his attention back from your delivery man and his grimace deepened when he saw your red face. donghyuck pulled a face at you when he saw your terrible posture and dead expression, and he tightened his grip on the small bag in his hand. jeno was frowning in disapproval with one brow raised as if you were spreading the bacteria to him but he was too polite to cover himself up. jaemin looked like he didn't want to be here, like always, but for a moment you saw his eyes flicker with soft concern over your visibly sick posture.

you sneered. that bastard! the manager snitched on you and here came the power rangers of the 2000s judging you at your front door! you would not take this absurdity!

"goodbye," you muttered blandly before you went ahead to close the door on their faces, but a hand swiftly reached out and blocked the door frame from meeting its end.

jeno smiled casually at you from the side, his arm muscle flexing as he, with no effort against your sickened strength, pushed the door open. you attempted to struggle against him, but obviously you were of no match for him, riddled with a fever or not.

"lee jeno," you warned.

"[full name]," he returned.

you clicked your tongue. you were too dizzy to get angry, but the rumbling inside your chest sounded anyway so you wouldn't be so overwhelmed by the boys' relentless care that you forget you didn't like this nor want this, that this wasn't ideal for you.

"please leave," you asked. "i don't need help."

"no. we're coming in whether you like it or not, [name], so give it up," donghyuck mentioned as he gently brushed past you into the apartment. "and before you ask–no, we are not leaving. we got our phones, and we brought movies. we also have to take care of you, so we got plenty to do here. we won't get bored."

you rolled your eyes as the rest of the boys followed behind. kicking their shoes off and placing them neatly to the side, they slowly began acting as if they were back in their humble abode.

donghyuck headed over to the coffee table before your couch. he grimaced at the sight of falling blankets and unorganized pillows as he placed the bag on the surface, then he turned to renjun, "renjun, where do we put the soup?"

"not on the coffee table, take it to the kitchen!" renjun exclaimed as he pointed aimlessly at a spot.

donghyuck listened. as he made his way to your open kitchen, he began rambling off. "you know, i can't believe you didn't tell us you were sick. i knew something was up when you were absent for more than a day!"

renjun nodded in agreement as he crossed his arms, looking to you with a semi-displeased expression. "he is right. we are all friends here, you should tell us if you need some help."

just having them around your apartment was enough to make you want to jump out the window. it was nothing personal against the boys, though. you would have felt the same with just about anybody who dared enter your territory when you felt uncomfortable. but the way they never stop talking—ugh, it made you want to end it altogether so you didn't have to listen to their voices overlap each other in such annoying frequency.

"if i needed help, i would have asked," you dragged out through gritted teeth.

donghyuck snickered from the sink, rolling his sleeves up and getting ready to do the unclean dishes. "oh yeah, that's why you have no clean bowl and spoon to use!"

"also, why are all your stuff here on the couch, [name]?" jeno complained as he picked up your heavy blankets in his arms. he popped his head out from the side and eyed you. "i'll take them back to your room, you should stay in bed!"

jaemin leisurely approached the coffee table, his face was bland with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his pants. despite acting like he didn't want to be here, his curiosity to know whether you were doing well alone was killing him inside; you weren't, it appeared. he gazed around your apartment with feign disinterest before an opened box caught his eyes.

bending down to pick up the medicine, he furrowed his brows and turned to you. "these aren't doctor prescribed medicine."

ignoring the drowsiness in your eyes, you looked at the displeasure on jaemin's face before you sighed, "i didn't see a doctor."

"you what?" jaemin exclaimed in disbelief while the rest of the boys gasped in what sounded to be disapproval.

there it went. there came the wave of complaints and disagreement piling out of their mouths like rainwater flooding into the ditch. the migraine in your head magnified the more frustration built up inside you, trying to force you to explode on the boys who only meant well.

"yes, i didn't visit a doctor. stop making a big deal out of it," you retorted, straining your voice to make yourself heard. "do you know how expensive an appointment at the clinic is?"

"still! it's always better to visit a doctor!" renjun pointed out softly.

the others agreed with him like dominos, opinions falling on top of each other in the form of noises. you closed your eyes in hopes to cancel their presence, but they've been talking nonstop it felt impossible to ignore them.

their voices were adding to your nausea, too many words to understand and to process that you felt useless not being able to retain their words as quickly as usual. it made you want to vomit, it made your chest tighten, it made your tummy hurt.

"god... please... shut up," you muttered under your breath as you glared at the floor. "shut up... stop talking... stop talking!"

the heat burst.

"[name]..." jaemin began cautiously, dropping the empty box of pills on the table as he eyed you sturdily.

you grimaced; your lips quirking down in guilt and your eyes darting elsewhere but their faces. seeing their innocent, good-intentioned, widened eyes would just make you feel like a bad person more than anything. shaking your head, you waved your hand at them dismissively and proceeded to turn away.

"thank you for coming, but please leave because i don't need your help," you said, "i'm gonna go to bed. lock the door when you leave."

the boys watched you move back to your room slowly, still surprised at your sudden outburst. they half-expected something like this to happen, but not exactly the way it turned out. they did come here fully prepared to be kicked out kindly knowing well your inability to accept aid from others, but the event has taken a turn for even worse, it seemed. they had not expected you to yell at them.

donghyuck turned away from the sink, his confused gaze darting between the door to your bedroom and the rest of his friends. "we're not actually leaving, right?"

"no, but we will leave them alone," jeno mumbled, fiddling with his fingers. "for now, at least."

jaemin's eyes trailed after your steps and they have yet to tear themselves away from your bedroom door.

he knew you well, better than the rest of his friends if he could say so. even though you might have meant what you said, you wouldn't do anything if they refuse to listen. and the consequences of adhering to your request and leaving you alone when you just did something you didn't want to would outweigh those of them not listening to you.

you don't need help, you never ask for them, whatever reason that was. but you do want them when they were presented to you. he knew that much, at least.

"jaemin, where are you going?" jeno asked when he saw his friend shuffling across the small living room.

nobody talked when jaemin moved to your room and knocked on your door. he pushed it open without waiting for your permission, and the stifled cries stayed beneath the walls unknown to the outsiders. he softened at the sight of you helplessly rubbing your tears with your forearm, wanting nothing more than to coddle you, but he leaned against the door instead.

"feeling bad now, are we?" jaemin said to catch your attention.

your head hurt, the pain was piercing. but nothing shattered you more than realizing you were a bad person for refusing help from good people who cared about you, realizing the mortifying cycle of loneliness you cannot thrust yourself out of because you could not accept any form of good social interaction. you were never one to cry from those whimsical things, you were used to it, but the thought of your friends shuffling out of your apartment and leaving the area dead cold made you cry.

you still have them now, but for how long, really? how many more "leave me alone" and "i don't want your help" would they take until they truly leave you alone for good?

you sobbed out breathlessly, your words continuously getting cut off against your will. eventually, you made out a sentence.

"jae-jaemin, my head hurts."

like a sharp shot through his heart, jaemin wavered and crumbled. he wasn't sure if this kind of melting was good, but he was taking the ache along with him. he approached you swiftly and sat down on the edge of your bed, a spoiled gaze dawning within his eyes while he moved his hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair and messaging your scalp.

"try going to sleep, it'll help," he coaxed.

the more you cried, the more he sunk himself onto your bed. he kept his head high up against the headboard of your bed, and he let you snuggle close against his side for comfort. your head hastily leaned against his chest, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you tried to focus on the rhythm of which he scratched your head dotingly.

"shhh, it's okay," he hushed, reaching his free arm over you to pat your back. "it's going to be okay."

jaemin was always so kind. everyone was always so kind. with their homemade soup, their refusal to abandon you at a tough spot, their snark remarks against your constant attacks, their nagging and coaxing—they were your friends.

you never knew why it took so much effort to get it into your head that they were going to be here whether you wanted them to or not. when you pushed them away, they would push back ten times harder, however many times they needed to. they knew you hated blatant affection so they never show it, nor do they make you show it, but it was here. flowing between their heads was love, discreet love, love that sat in patience, understanding, and stubbornness.

you pack a mean punch, but they could take it.

"jaemin... how are they doing?"

jaemin looked up from your sleeping face to find donghyuck at the door. his hands were wet from messing around in the kitchen, and he wiped them clean on his pants as he quietly approached the bed to take a peek at you. he raised his brow when he saw your face smushed against jaemin's chest and hidden under your arm, then he signed.

sleeping, huh. good. he heard you cry from outside a while ago, everyone did. nobody said anything about it and the living rooms were hushed quieter until your sobs gradually calmed down.

"are you going to stay here?" donghyuck asked after he pulled away. "you might get sick."

"yeah," jaemin nodded down at you, "i might."

donghyuck pursed his lips together, then he shrugged. "alright, i'll leave you then. do you want me to turn the lights off?"

"no, i don't want to fall asleep," jaemin said, stroking your head gently. then he nudged his chin toward donghyuck. "i do want my phone though."

donghyuck scoffed when he was by the door. he was only gonna turn the lights off because it would help you, so if that wasn't needed...

"interesting," he said. "i'm not your errand boy, though. you can stay bored."

jaemin held back a hiss when donghyuck ran out to the living room. he grimaced after the opened door, eyes wide in annoyance that donghyuck left the lights on and the door open, that irresponsible bastard! and he wouldn't even run to get a phone, which would only take a couple of steps!

turning his attention, he glanced down at you instead and breathed out a sigh. he wasn't going to be on his phone for long anyway, he just wanted to tell jisung and chenle you were doing okay. other than that, he has the plan to stare at you until you wake up—your scrunchy nose and closed puffy eyes were abnormally adorable, he has to admit.

"yeah, i'll get him," jaemin whispered playfully down at you. "we'll get him when you wake up."

[kitasfox]

i am literally obsessed w ur writing and I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THAT UR REQUEST BOX IS OPEN !!

i wld like to request ushijima and humiliation <3 ( this is my first time requesting and i hve no idea if this is the correct way to request ugh )

side note: pls pls pls only write if u r comfortable with it :)

a/n: I'm your first request 🤧 thats so sweet ahsjjsn ty ty I hope you like this! Don't worry I'm very comfy writing it and it was very fun omg thank you for the request!!

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI + HUMILIATION

THIS POST IS NSFW! Minors do not interact, I bite.

Warnings: humiliation, masturbation, overstimulation, edging, calling "sir", choking, dacryphilia just a lil, degrading

Ushijima Wakatoshi is not a forgiving man.

You knew this, but you should've known better, or maybe you wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Your hand holding the shower head aches, your legs shaking and burning, your whole body spent- but he keeps going. "P-please, I'm sorry," you try to reason with the man, but Ushijima isn't the kind of man you can reason with when he's angry.

And is he angry.

His olive-green eyes a few shades darker as they never budge from you; it's humiliating to have him watch you like this as you lose yourself over and over again.

It feels vulnerable to have your legs wide open, fingers spreading yourself for him to see, to have your fingers moving over your clit and making yourself cry his name out, even when he isn't even touching you. To have him sitting right across you, hands on the swell of his cock, giving himself some friction every once in a while to suppress a groan.

You can't help but wish it was him instead, can't help but think how his huge hands would feel like roaming over your spent body, how jumping up and down his cock straining his volleyball shorts would make you scream.

The stream of water from the showerhead he controls makes you shake uncontrollably as he tortures you with the constant temperature and strength change, never once letting you tip-off that high you try so desperately to fall from.

Even without touching you, Ushijima has all the power over you, and you have no other choice but to submit.

It's so humiliating, and you love it. Ushijima knows you do; he can hear it, see it, almost even feel it.

"Wakatoshi-" You whimper his name in desperation as he opens the water more; it's too much for you, for your body he's been edging for what feels like hours. Your eyes are dropping slowly, ears ringing and vision adorned with dark spots, but whenever you close them tightly to focus on the pleasure, he stops the water.

"That's not my name." He sounds cold, not a man of many words, but you understand what he means immediately. "Sir-" you try again, watching a cruel smile ghost over his stoic face. He looks pleased. "Sir, please, I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore!"

You squirm, cry tears of humiliation, frustration, and pain, but he wouldn't budge, even when all he wants to do is to fuck you senseless, he wants to make your face contort like that, have your body shake with the constant edging, cause your legs to shake, toes to curl.

But no, you chose this silly little thing to please yourself with, and he's only giving you what you wanted, isn't he?

But it wasn't your fault! You've just been so frustrated the whole day, so needy, and Ushijima was at training, so you had to do something yourself, you never thought he would come in the middle of you-

"Sir, I'm going to cum!" You scream, he turns the water to freezing cold, taking the pleasure away from you just as he had given you. You shake in desperation.

But Ushijima was no better; everything in his day was going wrong, training was bad, his spikes were off, and he wanted nothing more than to come back home to fuck his wife silly. Only to hear whimpers and cries coming from the bathroom, to find you moaning his name like prayer as you tremble and shake on the ground, shower head against your pussy.

"Stop crying and look at me." He orders, but your head lolls forward, unable to keep yourself upright any longer.

You don't even notice his huge figure leaning forward, hovering over your spent body on the floor. His hand wraps around your neck, pushing your chin up, pinning your head on the cold tiles from your neck. "I told you to look at me."

"C-can't!" You whimper, wanting nothing but to hide your face, and knowing this only makes it more amusing for him.

When he chuckles, Ushijima's not surprised to see you clenching at the sound.

"What, or is my baby embarrassed?"

You shake your head, helpless eyes locked into his predatory ones. It's the look in his darkened eyes that has another whine falling from your lips.

"Of me watching you touch yourself?" He whispers, voice falling an octave lower and making you let out a breathy moan. You feel his hand slowly making its way to your pussy, a choked gasp audible when he touches your abused clit. "Of you sobbing like a baby because you can't even make yourself cum? Wishing it was my cock in you instead of your fingers?"

Even his hand is merciless, drawing harsh circles on your already overstimulated clit, the burn as painful as it is pleasurable.

"Please," you whisper under his hold, "please let me come, sir."

Ushijima likes it when you beg. He loves it when you cry.

"Oh, I will, darling, don't worry." He smiles, tilting his head as if he's about to kiss you, pulling his fingers back from you to his mouth, smiling at your widened gaze. He can't taste you as much as he wishes he could because of the endless stream of water, but the choked breath you let out and your embarrassment alone is enough for his cock to twitch in his shorts.

"If you want to act like a slut, of course, I should treat you as such."

[unlikelyempathpruneauthor]

Nothing last forever, nothing stays the same Pt: 1

Summary: being a part of the band since the birth of it and going through the stages of life with your friends and your soulmate not knowing how it will end..

a/n: I have written this so many times and even posted it by accident. so here is what came out of what I wanted, so hopefully its good! no one really asked for this, it was just me with my weird brain. also I got all the stuff from the podcast and from what I remember so sorry if its weird lol. enjoy! love you all! also picture is not mine got it on pinterest <3

2011

You watched as your brother, Luke, was setting up to record a cover on your mom’s laptop, which he asked you to get. This would be his 2nd video he was gonna post and he was quite good at it. Before he started it he looked over at you with a smirk you have never seen before, “Why don't we do it together?” he spoke open mindedly as your eyes grew wide with nerves, “Wait..What? No, Lu, you’re better at this than I am,” you said as he shook his head and made a space for you to fit in the frame, “No come on, y/n you're not in choir for nothing, this is just casual,acoustic if that makes sense, just trust your voice okay?” he said as you hesitantly sat down next to him making you laugh and look over at him with a nod. Once he hit record you two just sang the way you normally did when you were home. It felt nice, nothing too over the top, which is what you wanted for the most part knowing people at school would be seeing this.

Next day during lunch, Micheal walked over to you two with a very fake-angry face, “You guys really did this without me?!” he said as you two eye one another and start to laugh, “W-What?” you said biting your apple while he shows you, the cover you and luke did on youtube, “Well what about it?” Luke asked, beginning to tease Micheal, who was beginning to get frustrated. The thing was you all had been talking about being in the band, of course not knowing how to do this, Luke had said this was a cool way to start something that pertained to music.

As Micheal lead with a groan you laughed, “He’s teasing you Micheal..besides you said you couldn't hang out so he asked me, and it's not anything serious, that was just for fun” you said getting back to your food as Luke and Michael frowned at you, “what?” you said, realizing they were staring at you.

“What do you mean ‘nothing serious’ this could be our start and besides people seem to like you, and by that i mean your voice,” he said as Luke glances at you giving you the same look he gave you before when he got you to do the cover. You rolled your eyes as you groaned, “Ugh fine,” you said as Michael and Luke high fived one another as they snickered by your agreement.

The next day you were all at school as you all arrived at music class, where you also had a class with Calum, so you all four were there, hanging out most of the time and doing your own thing. While paying attention to the teacher, you lean over to Michael and whisper, “I thought you were gonna tell Calum about joining the band?” you said as he turned around quickly completely forgetting to tell calum, so he did…in the middle of music class, “Hey so Luke and y/n did some covers without me, later adding me to the mix, and we're finally making our band so you wanna join?” Micheal said whisper-rambling as Calum was processing it all and while you were all staring waiting for his response it was quite uncomfortable for a minute and he nodded, “Yeah sure,” he said as Micheal nodded and you all turned back to the front.

With all of you set with your band and adding a band mate coming up with the band name was a must, you needed a name for people to know who you were, which Micheal has set himself to be in charge of, which took a couple days, but once he figured it out he made a facebook page and then eventually told you guys as you all agreed with the name. 5 seconds of summer. It sounded perfect, along with your acronym 5sos.

As you were all sitting down with Hayden in the workshop, somehow the topic of your band was brought up, so you were all pretty excited to talk about it until further questions were being asked that you were not prepared for, “So who's gonna play bass?” Hayden asked as it grew silent between all of you, Calum spoke first asking, “What is bass?” he said as Hayden had explained it to all of you, “oh well we haven't really decided that yet,” you said as everyone nodded, “how would we decide that?” you said looking at the boys as Hayden sighed, “Well who’s the worst at guitar?” he said while Luke and Micheal looked over at Calum as he looked at you, then back at them, taking him a minute to get it.

“Okay Cal isn't that bad, electric guitar just isn't his instrument…Ooh what if we switch on and off?” you compromised as Luke spoke, “But then who is gonna be the lead vocalist?”

“Well you? Right?” you said as Micheal punched in, “how about this, Luke and I will be lead guitarists, Calum is lead bassist, and you'll be lead vocalist along with the rest of us, that way we have something to control and do.” he said as you took some time to process and agreed to it.

After school Luke and Micheal headed over to his house to do whatever it is they do, as you headed home to help your mum with dinner and of course get some school work done. Calum noticed you were already leaving without staying over a bit, since you almost always stay and hang at Michaels.

“Hey y/n? You heading home already?” he said as you stopped waiting for him to catch up as you nodded, “Yeah mum needs help with dinner and i got some school work to do, while Luke and Micheal do...well whatever they are possibly doing,” you said giggling as he nodded.

“So how do you feel about the band happening?” he asked as you nodded, “I feel good, glad we all get to do this you know. It's been our dream and I guess now time.” you said as he nodded, “Yeah right, but I feel like we might be missing something important.” he said as you frowned, “what is it?” you asked, very curious.

“Well we're gonna need a drummer, someone new of course, i know you don't like the drums...” he said as you nodded, “No yeah you're right. I'll mention it to Luke later and he’ll probably tell Micheal, which he will figure out, so we shouldn't have to worry just yet,” you said smiling while he smiled back as you reached home, “well i'll see you tomorrow?” you said as he nodded, “yeah see ya tomorrow!” he said as he walked home with a smile on his face.

As the discussion of needing a drummer came up, Micheal noted that he was in the lookout while he also announced we all had a gig at a movie theater to which you were all physced for. You rehearsed all week and today you were headed over to Micheals again for rehearsal. Luke had already gone so you were left walking alone with your notebook in your hand. You then texted Calum seeing if he was already there.

You read that text with a smile while heading out seeing Calum, who looked kinda weird, not in that way but the vibe felt weird.

“You excited for tomorrow?” he said as you nodded, “yeah, it's the start of something new, it's small but it's important you know, like it's the beginning,” you said as he nodded sadly, you stopped in your tracks as you looked over at him, “what's wrong?” you said as he bit his lip looking down the up at you with a sigh as you continued to walk to michaels, “well i can't go tomorrow, i have soccer practice and i don't know how Micheal is gonna react knowing how crazy he can be,” he said as you nodded, “ah, well i'm sure he’ll be fine. Micheal will understand as well as Luke. Don’t worry they’ll be fine with it,” you said as he nodded reassuring him that everything will be okay. Or well you thought it was.

“WHAT!” Micheal said as the conversation ended there. You were hoping he would take it well and Calum had a half smile as you glanced over at him with sorry eyes, you honestly hoped he would be okay with it. You and Luke had reassured him it was more than fine and he shouldn't worry about it. Without a drummer this isn't really your first gig as a band, it was more getting your feet wet, type of thing which you could report back to him to have the next gig be better.

The next morning you drove to the movie theaters with your mum and played the gig with your hearts. There were not that many people there, but this definitely got rid of your fear of performing, you even took notes on what to do next time. It was the best despite not having Calum with you guys. This was your official non official gig and you were all proud of each other knowing that with Calum and your drummer, when you found one, you would be 100x better then the first gig, things took time and you were all okay with that.

Days later after your gig, you had gotten good news that a local pub wanted you guys to play there, for some odd reason. But despite the confusion, all the excitement you had got you all excited for rehearsal and choosing what songs to play. The only problem was that Calum technically didn't have a bass, so he called you to help him get one from the school.

He did have one but it was only used for school. He would take it home, but your music teacher had been quite strict with Cal taking it specifically, so somehow they had convinced you to ask him to let you take Calum's bass for your own use. Which to Calum's eyes was easy for you. You were liked by all the teachers so it wouldn't be that hard. So you did what Calum told you to say the next day at school.

During music class you walked up to your teacher and he listened to you. He was quite skeptical at first looking back at the boys then back at you, “Does this have to do anything with the boys?” he said as you shook your head, “uh no, I just thought it would be nice to learn bass. Since all I can do is sing, I need more talent mr. g,” you said as he nodded hesitantly but fully trusted you, “Fine, but if I see anything, then it will be taken away,” he said as you nodded and turned around looking at them with a thumbs as they high fived one another.

After that you would take the bass home and bring it to school to avoid it being taken away. Just a week before the gig, mr. g allowed you to have it at home since you had shown him what you have been learning and was never really used in any of the music he wrote, so most of the time the bass was at Cal’s house.

Today was another rehearsal day so Calum as always waited for you so you two could walk to Micheals..together, “So I wrote a song and I'm not sure if it's good. Do you mind listening to it later?” he asked as smiled, “yeah i don't mind,” you said as he nodded. While you two arrived at rehearsal. You walk in seeing a very stressed Micheal talking to Luke, whatever it was it seemed to be important because Micheal was rubbing his hands over his head.

“Hey what's going on?” you asked as Luke spoke, “since we're getting quite serious and all of us are gonna be there, this is our official first gig, so we need a drummer. And Micheal is stressing cuz he apparently can’t find one, but can find an internet girlfriend,” he said, making you two laugh, “what! Hey, that was between you and me!” Michael said, making you laugh even more as you made a suggestion, “Well there's this one drummer, his name is Ashton Irwin. If you look him up he’s the first one to pop up. He's really good from what I hear,” you said as Micheal was quick to type that name and yeah you were right he was known very well. But there was one insecurity about him that worried Michael, since he was well known, what if you all made him look bad. But you knew him. He wasn't like that.

“Wait you know him!” Micheal said taking a step back, as you nodded “well yeah, kinda, not really it's just mutual friends.” you said as Micheal did some more research seeing that Ashton followed you on facebook.

“What! He follows you on facebook, you should message him,” he said as you shook your head quickly, “what no, i can't do that. That would be weird, you should message him. I was just making a suggestion,” you said as Micheal huffed, “ugh fine. You know you could help out more, be a part of the band” he said sarcastically as you laughed it off. You all then headed to your places as you started rehearsal with a bang once again. You were all pretty satisfied with the sound so you decided to leave and go home, while Luke stayed over, and Calum walked you home, “sooo when you gonna show me your song?” you said as he chuckled, “oh i'll call you when i get home. The guys said they wanted to use it, cuz I showed Micheal the lyrics and he thought it was great, but I need a second opinion,” he said as you nodded, “yeah for sure. Call me when you get home. I'm sure your song is great, Cal,” you said as you headed in with your mom making dinner.

“Hey mum.” you said as you washed your hands so you could help her set the table, “hey y/n, how was band rehearsal?” she asked as you smiled, “Oh mum it was good, we’re sounding really good, i'm hoping this gig goes great,” you said as your mum nodded, “it will be, where’s Luke?” she asked as you placed the plate down. “He's staying at Michaels for a bit. Said he’ll be back right as dinner starts. The usual mum,” you said as she nodded.

After dinner you headed up stairs to your room as you texted Calum you were excited to hear his song. He facetimed you within 5 minutes, before he was nervous about what you were gonna think or say, he valued your opinion more than anything. He cared about what you thought, especially if it was about his songs. To be honest this song was merely about you...so he really wanted you to like it despite not knowing it was about you.

“Alright start whenever you're ready, I can already feel that it's amazing,” you said as he smiled and started the tune. That kinda won you over because of how it sounded and how balanced the sound was on the guitar. You wondered why you never heard this song ever, it was so well put the lyrics were so well put together. You didn't know why he was overthinking it. But that was Cal for ya, he underestimated himself. He works so hard you wish he could see himself the way you so him. This has become your favorite song he ever wrote that you heard.

After he was done he smiled at you wanting to hear your thoughts and you smiled, “Cal that was amazing! What song is this?” you said as he giggled, “it's called Gotta Get Out, i wrote it a couple days ago,” he said as you nodded smiling, “Wow cal you’re really carrying the team here,” you said as he giggled, “thank you really it means a lot. I just wanted you to hear it. And well get a sneak peak of what it's gonna sound like,” he said as you smiled, “well i love it. You need to show me how to write good songs,” you said as he giggled, ''I will don't worry, when we are on our tour bus we will be writing all day,” he said as you giggled and you talked on and on for hours.

The next day finally came and you were all meeting Ashton for the first time, well everyone but Calum. You were quite nervous about being the only girl in the band and him not wanting to be a part of it. You wondered what drummers were like. You didn't know who Ashton was, despite you meeting very fairly. You had shaken his hand, so you doubt he’ll remember you.

As he walked in he had sticks in his hands as Micheal walked up to say hi to Ashton, while you were talking to Luke or well he talked to you first, “so do you know him well or just fairly,” he said as you looked at him quite confused, “what? Why are you asking me that?” you asked as he shrugged, “well..i don't know, whatever i’m your big brother so i can ask,” he said as you scoffed, “please you're only older by 1 minute, we both know i'm the older one,” you chimed as he glared at you and you sighed, “i barely know him, we shook hands and that's it. I doubt he remembers me,” you said not wanting to get any deeper with this conversation as Luke raised his eyebrows, “well you surely remember him, sure that's all it?” he said walking away from you as you looked at Micheal, who was showing Ashton how the songs were slightly gonna be played by also giving him a chance to freestyle.

“Okay so this is Luke he is lead guitarist with me and this is y/n she is our main vocalist, they are siblings, or well they're twins if you really wanna know, and Cal is our bassist but he's not here, he's got soccer practice but he’ll be at the gig,” Micheal said as he waved at you and Luke, “hi,” you both said as you all got straight to rehearsing. From what you saw he was good. You caught him looking at you but you brushed it away.

“It's a little weird that we're singing this song that clearly is about liking someone and having you two singing those parts, with them being siblings and all,” Ashton said as you nodded, “that's true,” you said as you looked over at Micheal, “maybe Luke and Cal can switch places. So y/n and Cal sing the bridge and the second verse,” he suggested as you nodded, making the switch in your book and reminding yourself to tell Calum. Afterwards you were placing everything away and heading home alone since Calum couldn't walk you today while they all hung out getting to know the drummer a little more.

Ashton had walked out a bit and took a chance to greet you, “hey! This is so weird but I feel like we've met before,” he said as you giggled, “uh we did kinda,” you said as his eyes widened making you laugh, “really how?” he asked as spoke, “well my mom was your math teacher a year ago, and she brought me with her one day and we fairly met, pretty sure we shook hands,” you said, being very descriptive as he exclaimed, “that's right! No wonder my brain was going crazy. That's cool,” he said as you nodded, ending your conversation heading home to call cal and tell him everything about today as you usually did.

As december 3rd comes rolling around you were all pretty nervous but excited for this gig. You were meeting Ashton, Luke, and Calum in your moms car while Micheal’s mom would have him and the rest of the moms in his car. You were all packing your things into the car and yet again you bumped into Ashton who had a smile on his face as you smiled back. From afar Luke should have noticed this but it was actually Cal who noticed your liking for the drummer, but i mean who wouldn't, he was really nice and well from rehearsal after meeting him he sounded great from what you said and he was just what they were looking for to be in the band. On your way to the pub you had sat in front with your mom. As you were listening to music Cal texted you making you smile.

As you all arrived you entered the pub seeing where you all 5 were going to be standing. You then headed to the small room to put all your stuff there as you were setting up the stage. You and Luke in the front or middle, Ashton in the back, Michael next to Luke, and Calum next to you. As you set up your microphone the boys were setting up their instruments. You then headed to the little room where Calum followed you as he sat next to you on the couch that was there.

“You okay?” he asked as you gazed, “yeah just nervous,” you said as he shook his head, “don't be, you're amazing. You make us look amazing,” he said as you giggled, “yeah, well i stand out so much because i'm a girl,” you said as Calum scoffed, “what about black eyed peas? They have one girl and they rock!” he said as you smiled seeing your eyes shine, “well yeah i guess that makes me more comfortable but-” you said as he cut you off, “no buts, you're amazing, and you're gonna do great,” he said as you nodded heading with with the rest of the gang as you were in your small huddle.

“Guys were gonna do great. No matter how many people end up being out there, this is the beginning, this is us,” Micheal said as you all nodded, ''I wanna thank you guys for letting me be here,” Ashton said as you spoke, “Well thank you for even replying to Micheal. We also have to thank Micheal for messaging Ashton too,” you said, making everyone giggle.

The minute showtime came you all walked out waving at everyone as you all started to sing and play your small gig. There were about 12 people there which was more than enough for you as you smiled happily knowing that this was what you all wanted to do. They kept you guys so comfortable even with you. They were shouting your names and singing Cal’s lyrics to Gotta Get oOut. He felt so happy that they were singing and that he was singing parts with you. There were times where you looked at one another smiling as the fans cheered on. As you all ended your first gig ever, you all walked up to the front and bowed and walked into the room from before as you all began to cheer. No one could stop this happiness you all felt. No matter what anyone else thought you were all happy with this show. Afterwards you all headed outside to take some pictures with the people that were there. You and Calum stood there while everyone else was getting asked for pictures.

“What do we do?” you whispered as he shrugged, “no idea because this is so weird. We are clearly the least popular. This is nice you know,” he said as you smiled, “yeah it is nice. Maybe we should take pictures together since no one else will as a joke,” you said as he giggled, “oh my god yes, let me get my phone out. We could do a little skit,” he said as you agreed.

“Oh my gosh, halum cood, is that you! Omg please take a picture with me,” you said as he gave you the phone, “oh my god (your name mixed up), is that you! Oh my gosh no way, I need a picture with you, my mum is going to freak” he said, shrieking that last part as you giggled not really knowing the purpose of the video, but needless to say you took a picture together as recognition of your fist gig.

Just then two girls walked up to the both of you, “y/n?” one of them said, “Calum?” another said as you both looked up and they had been wanting a picture individually and together.

“Can you both sign my phone?” one girl said as you nodded, “yeah sure! Thank you guys for coming to see us,” you gleamed while she handed you her phone as you signed it, “you guys were amazing, especially you y/n, you are killing it out there girl,” she said as you smiled, “thank you, i mean i couldn't really be there without these guys,” you said as you handed Cal the phone so he would sign, “Calum i have a question for you,” she said as he nodded, “yeah what's up?” he said so casually as if we were to know them, “could we get a picture of you two together?” she asked as you looked at one another and nodded, “yeah why not,” he said as you two got close and smiled.

“Oh my gosh thank you,” she said as they were with us for a while, “are you guys dating?” she asked as you giggled as you looked at one another once again, “no were not, were really good friends though,” you said as Calum looked with a frown, “I thought we were best friends?” he said as you looked at him in his eyes and smiled, “well okay yes he's my best friend after Luke,” you said as you all giggled.

“Luke is your brother right?” she asked as you gasped, “oh my gosh yes, he is. He's my twin brother, I'm not sure people know that so please share that around,” you said as she giggled. You had no idea at the time but they were recording the whole conversation on their phone, so that should publically be known that Luke is your brother. But what you didn't know was that it would you and cal’s first post on social media that would have fans shipping you.

After the fans left you all were outside of the building and took a picture of your first gig ever. Then out of nowhere Calum got down on one knee and asked Ashton to join the band which you of course took a picture of and Ashton of course accepted and you were all finally a band. You were all going up from now on. On your way home you sat in the back as you promised Cal and for a while you and him were talking and then you would talk to ash about how he felt being proposed to. He of course was so flattered and happy. You three all were talking about what to do next to make this even more serious. As Luke and Ashton began to fall asleep you and Cal were texting and listening to music together. You two haven't realized it but you fell asleep on his shoulder, he noticed and placed his head down to sleep. He felt safe and also so nervous but before he knew it, he felt so safe. For the rest of the ride you were in the same position. When you got home, your mom smiled seeing you all asleep and took a picture of all of you. She especially liked the one with you and Cal. She knew she had to keep that away from Luke knowing he would probably beat up Cal. So she had these for her entertainment and of course for the rest of the moms too.

Days after your first gig you were all at michaels house filming another cover. This time you were doing teenage dirtbag. As you were all waiting for Cal, Ashton was talking to Mike, “hey i think i like y/n.” he said as michael's eyes went wide, however he didn't have time to react because your brother was behind him, “what did you say?” Luke said as he caught your attention, “oh uh nothing-” he said because his gaze was on you as your eyes went back and forth on both of them.

“No say what you said about y/n.” Luke said as you stood up, “Lu leave him alone,” you said as he shook his head and you were slightly confused, “uh, y/n i like you.” Ashton said as your jaw dropped, “okay when Cal gets here we're having a band meeting,” he said as Luke pulled you towards him. Now this is exactly what you were afraid of. You didn't want to have a fight just before you guys were getting started. If worse comes to worse you were set on dropping the band so there were no arguments, but of course you knew they wouldn't let you.

Once Cal got there he was so confused as to what just happened. He then sat next to you and whispered over to you, “what happened?” he said as you whispered, “uh well, Ashton said he likes me, but i don't know what's about to happen,” you said as you looked down while Calum’s jaw clenched as he looked at you worried, “do you like him back?” he said as you look at him, “no i don't, why? I also just met him like a few days ago,” you said as he nodded, “uh i was just wondering,” he said looking down as you looked at him with a smile, “yeah right, i know why you're asking mr. drool much,” you said, mentioning the car ride home as his cheeks turned red, “what- you fell asleep first,” he whispered as you looked at him, “i did? Well whatever, I was comfortable and I fell asleep,” you said as you blushed and he smirked but the smirk went away when Luke came in.

“Okay I feel like we need to address this. Since y/n is the only girl and I'm her brother. It's only fair we make one rule, no one can date her or even like her. Just so we dont ruin our friendship and our chemistry- uh friendly chemistry” he said as his face twisted as you looked at him with a half smile, “are you serious? Luke you can't do that. It's not like I'm saying you can't date Micheal, even though you spend so much time with him which could ruin our chemistry,” you said as you laughed, “y/n i'm serious, you can be friends with them, just don't have crushes or anything. I'm serious,” he said as you raised your hands, “no you can't tell me what to do,” you said as he frowned, “well i can, since we are a band, we need to keep things professional okay?” he said as you nodded, “ugh okay,” you said as he looked at the rest of the guys and they all nodded. As planned after Luke stopped being angry, you filmed your cover and as soon as that was over you headed home as Calum headed to practice.

You walked together as you two were remembering the car ride home, “did i actually drool on you?” he asked as you shook your head with a giggle, “no i was kidding. But you did turn red,” you said as you laughed and he smiled. He didn't know what Luke would do if Calum was to confess his feelings for you and found out about it. He knew he couldn't mention his feelings now with what Luke said and also knowing Ashton has a crush on you. He didn't know anything, but he knew that it was now or never. He didn't write Gotta Get Out for no reason.

“y/n, i hate what i'm about to do right now, but i just- i-i,” he said but you cut him off before he said anything by walking over to him and smiling, “I like you too. And Luke cant do anything about it, and even if he does, I'll go with you,” you said as awe transformed his face, “y-you like me?” he asked as you nodded, “yeah, i do,” you said as you were so close to one another that you could hear your own heartbeats. You were so close you wanted to be closer to him

“I'll see you tomorrow?” you said as he nodded with a smile, “yeah see ya,” he said as he headed over to practice with all of his thoughts in his head about you. The only way he knew

his feelings would settle was singing and that's exactly what he was gonna do. With a cover. A certain cover that says everything he needs to say, without being obvious of course.

[yeongwvnhi]

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Pairing - Baekhyun x fem reader -> exes to lovers | Genre - Angst, fluff | warnings - none | taglist - @twancingyunhoe @trashlord-007 @tiddy-boys | synopsis - when Baekhyun and you broke things off a year ago, it felt alright, but you came to the painful realization that nobody could ever replace him or love you like he did | word count - 2.1k | thanks to @tiddy-boys for beta-reading ♡

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It's days like these, rain hitting the window in harsh taps and angry wind blowing, when the nostalgia hits the hardest. After all, you were always one to dwell on the past. It's just what you do. 

Every day felt the same after the two of you broke things off. You don't even remember why exactly you even ended it in the first place. The pain still sits deep, coming to haunt you when you least expect it. 

Rainy days like those just trigger the nostalgia, the memories and bygone feelings. 

It's 12pm when you check your phone, yet you're still laying in bed. The lack of motivation due to this sudden wave of sadness is something you're not experiencing for the first time. 

And it's killing you slowly. These feelings are eating you up from the inside out. 

Without even realizing, tears are running down your cheeks in even, salty streams. 

"Why am I even crying…" You mumble and lift your arm to cover your face, trying to make it stop. "God, I'm so pathetic" 

You try to manage to stop your tears, wrist harshly rubbing your eyes. After a minute or so, you succeed in stopping them. 

instead pick up your phone, unlocking it and opening Instagram. 

One peek won't hurt, right…? 

His name at the top of your searches seems to be mocking you as you hover your finger above it. Should you really do it? What if he found someone new and his profile is filled with couple pictures? Or what if he feels nothing and is glad to be alone? What if, what if, what if…

"Fuck it" you hiss and tap on his username, his profile popping up after a brief second of loading the page. 

He… hasn't posted anything for a few months, his last post being from October last year. 

Oh for fucks sake… is this a good sign or not? It could mean he's been seeing someone new, but it could also mean he's just been living his life like usual. 

So many possibilities, yet no resolution seems to be in sight. 

"This is so annoying, oh my gooood" You groan and smack your head into your pillow, laying sprawled out like a star with an annoyed pout on your face. 

"It's been a god damn year," You grumble, "why do I still feel like this?" 

The sound of your fist hitting the mattress of your bed is dull, not the way you wanted it to sound. "I hate this, UGHH" The frustration in your voice is for sure loud and clear, accentuated well by the 'ugh'. 

This whole situation is stressing you out. "I need a shower.." You mumble, absent-minded, as you fling the covers back and swing your legs over the edge of your bed. 

—

Despite the gloomy weather, you decided to take a walk outside. The rain still hasn't let up, droplets of it occasionally hitting your face. 

"Why is it so cold today? It's already spring…" You mumble quietly to yourself, eyes strictly trained on the path in front of your feet and head held low. 

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't see the person headed your way. 

And apparently, the person doesn't seem to notice you as well. So your shoulders collide and you stumble, umbrella falling out of your hand and fast quick steps to regain your balance. 

"I'm so sorry! Are you al-" The man rushes to apologize, but his words get stuck in his throat as he takes in who he just, quite literally, stumbled into. 

Rain has hit you mercilessly, soaking you from head to toe within seconds as you stand there, paralyzed. "Baek…Baekhyun?" 

His eyes are wide and mouth slightly open in shock as he doesn't know what to say or do. 

He hasn't seen or talked to you in at least nine or ten months for sure. What is he even supposed to say? "Yeah… it's- it's surely been a while" he dumbly answers. "Ah! Your umbrella!" Baekhyun rushes to pick it up and hold it over your figure. 

But the damage is already done. 

You're shivering, dripping with water but still you've a tiny smile on your lips at the sight of him. 

You delicately take hold of the handle, fingers gently enclosing around the man's hand. 

He doesn't move to let go, just standing there and staring into your eyes. "I-" 

You cut him off by mistake with a sneeze, the cold creeping in deep. It feels like your bones might freeze, grasp around both Baekhyun's hand and the handle of your umbrella tightening, muscles contracting to desperately stay warm. "S-Sorry for interrupting you" You say, teeth clattering and eyes averting. 

"No no don't worry about it!" He insists, "but we should get you home, your hand is cold as ice, Y/N" 

"Ah… you're right" You nod and he flashes you a warm smile. 

"Do you still live in the same apartment or did you move?" Baekhyun asks, back to being concerned about your wellbeing now. 

"I- I still live in the same place" You reply, your free hand holding onto your jacket for warmth, but in vain. 

"That's too far away, my place is way closer" He objects and gently pulls you along, "come on, let's get you freshened up before you really get sick" 

You only manage an awkward nod and let him lead you along, a surprisingly pleasant silence engulfing you two. 

—

Baekhyun unlocks the door to his apartment and firstly puts both of your umbrellas away, taking off his wet shoes in the process and you follow along. 

"Come on, I'll show you the bathroom" He says and you tag after him. 

He opens the door, turns on the light and quickly pulls out two towels for you. "You can just use my shampoo, I don't have anything suitable here for you, sor-" 

"Thank you" you break his rambling. "You wouldn't need to do this, so thank you" 

Baekhyun smiles softly, although his eyes tell a different story. "I'll bring you some clothes in a bit, okay?" 

"Mhm" you nod and give him a curt bow before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. 

You waste no time in stepping out of your soaked clothes and into the shower. 

You set the water to a nice warm temperature and rinse off the cold first, feeling relieved. 

Then there's a knock. "Hey Y/N, I'm putting some clothes on top of the washing machine for you now" he announces before opening the door, doing as he said and then leaving just as quickly as he came. 

"Still the considerate guy he always was…" You mumble with a sad smile, old memories coming back to haunt your mind with sweet images of the two of you. Him always knocking before he'd enter a room you would be in to announce himself. 

You loved that about him, he was always mindful of others and you're happy to see it hasn't changed at all. 

—

You finished quickly and put on the clothes he gave you. Some boxers and a way too big on you, black shirt. You dried your hair as best as you could with the towel he gave you and made sure you don't look like a lion by patting down your hair a bit. 

"Baekhyun?" You timidly call out after opening the door a bit. 

"Yeah?" He replies and you hear his footsteps approach. "What is it?" 

"Uhm- Where to put my wet clothes?" You ask. 

"Oh- Hold on, I'll put them in the washing machine" He says with big eyes and opens the machine for you to put them in. "I'll dry them after they're washed so you can change back, alright?" 

You nod quickly and thank him quietly. He opens the machine and you put your clothes inside, him doing the rest. 

"So, uh-" 

"Do you want some water?" He quickly asks, ears flaring red as he avoids your eyes. 

"Sure" you squeak back and follow him into the kitchen. He gets a glass out of a cupboard and fills it with water before handing it to you. 

You nip at the liquid as Baekhyun leans against the countertop adjacent to you, eyes taking in your figure. 

He missed seeing you in his clothes, you always looked so good in them. He just missed you in general. 

The reason why the two of you broke up a year ago? 

Baekhyun remembers it all too well. 

It was a work related thing actually. The two of you worked in different shifts and barely saw each other, yet alone had time for any couple stuff. 

Free days? Spent alone or arguing about never seeing each other. 

And at one point you had said to just break up. In that moment Baekhyun felt like he was hit by lightning, body stiff and eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he heard. Baekhyun felt anxiety cursing through his veins as his brain processed your words.

You had told him that you wouldn't hate him, but that your situation at that time just didn't allow any dating. The two of you never had hard feelings about the outcome, but it was hard to suddenly go back to being alone. 

And now you're here, in his apartment, wearing his clothes and smelling just like him. He can't believe this is happening. 

"Uhm, so" You speak up after setting the glass down on the other counter behind you. Your hands come up to grab the surface besides your waist and you avoid the man's eyes. 

"Yes?" Baekhyun can't help the hopeful hint in his voice as he urges you to continue your thoughts. 

"How has life been for you?" 

A chuckle escaped his lips at your question, shoulders jumping up and down in the process before he answered. "It's been rather boring but nice, if you get what I mean? I found a different job and work from home now" 

You nod quietly, "I've also found a new job and my shifts are less hectic" 

"Have you… found someone new?" 

You halt at his inquiry, gears in your mind temporarily stopping and he seems to take the lacking answer the wrong way. A frown pulls at his normally friendly and soft expression, making him look grumpy and bothered. "I see" 

"No, no! I- I haven't found anyone!" You quickly say, "I just… I couldn't move on" 

His expression changes to a sad smile, although he's kind of glad you're still somehow his. "Me neither" 

You scoff lightly, a cheeky smirk suddenly on your face. "No wonder, nobody could put up with your annoying ass anyway" 

"Hey!" He exclaims in shock. 

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" You insist, holding your stomach and laughing. "You're bearable most of the time" 

"That doesn't make it any better!" Baekhyun whines and you laugh out loud, hand flying up to cover your mouth. 

"Still the cocky little girl you've always been" He fires back and you snort. 

"Like you're one to talk" You roll your eyes at him and he exhales through his nose. 

His hands grab you by the collar of his shirt you're wearing and unexpectedly pull you into him. You squeal, hands shooting up to brace against his broad chest and you look up to be met by his cocky smile. "You never knew when to stop, no change at all there" he playfully nags. 

"Shut up" You weakly fight back. 

Baekhyun chuckles and you feel the rumble drumming against the palms of your hands. "How come you haven't moved on?" 

You lower your head, hands fumbling with his shirt. "Well… I came to the conclusion that just nobody could replace you. Nobody could love me like you did…" You mumble against his chest and Baekhyun feels a smile creeping up on his face. 

"I felt the same" He whispers back and his arms move to pull you into him more by your waist. 

After hearing that, you look back up at him with big eyes. "Really?" 

He nods and flashes you a bright smile. "Even though we fought a lot and barely had time for each other, I never stopped loving you" 

"Shut up" You almost whimper and move your hands to pull him closer by the back of his neck, lips meeting in the middle. 

Baekhyun's eyes almost fell out of their sockets before he came to his senses. 

One of his hands found its place on the back of your head as he moved his lips against yours with fervor. He greedily breathes you in, not wanting this to end as moves his mouth against yours. 

You shiver when his tongue meets yours and that's when you draw the line… for now. 

He chases after you for a second and you chuckle, dazed eyes meeting yours. "Slow down tiger" you say and peck the corner of his mouth. 

"Okay, okay" He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, "will you let me love you again?" 

"You bet"