#I think I wrote this at like 3AM when I couldn't sleep or something..?

[sinfullyrosey]

Y/N, looking at Azul’s baby picture: Oh wow, you were so shaped. So squishy and soft. Full of so much chub to love.

Azul: What are you talking about?? I was a fat, ugly octopus!

Y/N: Fat? Yes. Ugly? No. You were a proper butterball, of whom I would have held and kneaded like dough. Bake you right into an adorable cutiepie.~

Azul: I don’t know what is wrong with your brain and eyes, but I most certainly was not adorable as a kid! Now give me that- *tries to swipe back the picture*

Y/N, dodging him: Nope. You were lovable and round and oh-so baby.~

Azul: I was unlovable! Not like I am now!

Y/N: Oh shut up, that’s just the insecurities and unresolved childhood trauma talking!

Azul: My younger self would ink himself if he saw me now!

Y/N: You peaked in your childhood and will never reach that same level of endearment until you reclaim the chub you so foolishly threw away.

Azul: . . .

Y/N: Your childhood longing is calling, Azul. Answer it.

[Jade and Floyd watching this all go down in the doorway]

Floyd, shoveling popcorn into his mouth: Yeah, Azul, answer it!

Jade: Yes, heed their words, Azul, so that we can partake in your chub too.~

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Azul Ashengrotto #Floyd Leech #Jade Leech #Azul Ashengrotto X Reader #GN!Reader #found this old thing and found it stupidly funny #I think I wrote this at like 3AM when I couldn't sleep or something..? #I know I wrote more short joke fics and they're all on my phone somewhere in my notes but I can't find them

[adoregojo]

⋆｡𖦹°‧ late night talk ➝ nagi seishiro ✶

can't believe i never wrote for nagi.. content ➠ fluff, fluff and more fluff. kinda short.. :'3

"am i sloppy looking?"

nagi light voice called, you weren't sure if it was a dream because it was around 3am and a half and your vision was blurry from heavy sleep. you opened your eyes a little to be met with your boyfriend facing the ceiling instead of you looking down and in deep thoughts.

"sei..it's too late to have a night talk." your voice was raspy and clearly still drowsy.

"but i wanna know, am i unattractive looking?" your boyfriend asked with his usual plant voice. even when nagi wasn't that good with showing emotions yet you always told him his eyes were an open window and tells enough, he was a little frown that you almost didn't notice.

"and since when did the nagi seishiro care about looks?" you stated, at least trying to lighten up the mode.

"I don't, i care what you think." he explained.

you were taken off by his words that causes the sleep to flow away. you never thought that the day will come and nagi ask you a question like that, you didn't remember saying anything about his looks specifically about him being dreary looking, his eyes remained dry and drained, like something was eating him alive that it didn't allow him to close his eyes. you were never hesitant to tell him he looked handsome showering him with compliments. so whats that about?

he still refuses to meet you eyes, was he afraid to see the look at your face? or hear the words that will come out next? even someone that lacked emotions like nagi could be sorrowful sometimes.

"well, if you asked me." you moved your body closer to him until you felt your shoulder touching his, you cupped his ear and whispered gently. "i think you're the only one ever."

nagi finally turned to lock his eyes with yours, his resting eyes were now slightly wider and his mouth as well, "really?" he blurted when his ears felt heart hot.the sudden change almost made you laugh, he looked so elated like a puppy that just got his treat.

you two were close, almost nose touching each other's. the closeness never bothered you neither will it now, you nodded with smile that made his heart flutter. he felt warm again.

"even if a if i wore that ugly sweater you hate with passion?" he asked playfully.

"I'd still think you're the only guy ever." you admitted.

"even with that hideous cowboy hat?"

"yes sei, even with that hideous cowboy hat."

"wow, you must reallly love me." he said mischievously and you roll your eyes playfully. "shut up, and i also love you for what you have in here." you patted him on his left chest, pointing to his heart.

"....my chest?"

"your heart, dumbass!"

"ooohh." he shook his understandment. you couldn't help but chuckle a bit, seriously how is this guy considered a genius?

your laughter made his black and white world into something colourful, melting his iced heart and colouring his unoccupied soul. he never thought having someone to think of him more than a genius soccer player would make him feel this alive.

damn, he was absolute smitten wasn't he?

"did that satisfy you? can we go back to sleep now?" he turned to you now sluggish figure, barely able to keeo one eye opened.

"i wanna hold you." he said as you turned around giving him you back, he took your silence as an approval to warp his arms around stomach holding you as close as possible, his massive body taking over yours. it didn't hurt to give you a couple of kisses before sleeping, right?

"quite the kisses..i wanna sleep sei." you mumbled while his lips kept smashing against every inch of your face.

"just one more."

he didn't stop at one, or two, or three..

"i only have eyes for you too.." he doubted you heard that.

love nagi..have a great day everyone └(^o^)┘

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro

[queenariesofnarnia]

whiskey and jazz

gif not mine!

alastor x f!reader

warning: i wrote this at like 3am when i couldn't sleep and i feel like its ass

wc: 771

Your laughter fills the room as you sit at the bar telling stories from your days on earth. Even managing to make Husk chuckle at your antics. It was nice to have a peaceful night after you had to make Charlie take a break. Sending her and Vaggie on a nice date. Sir Pentious began to tell a story from his time on earth. You loved moments like this, Angel being able to not worry about working for his twat of a boss and even Niffty with everyone enjoying a little break. However, you worried Alastor could be lonely so you were going to take some fun to him. 

“Husk, give me a whiskey and two glasses” you say while hopping off your chair. 

“Where you going kid?” he asks handing you what you asked for. 

“To see if Alastor is up for some company. He deserves a break too.” you smile before wishing everyone to continue to have fun. 

“We’ll be here if he says no toots! Good luck” Angel’s comment reaches your ears before you head to Alastor’s tower. The “on-air” sign is off but there’s soft jazz playing indicating he’s inside. Knocking softly on the door you stand there silently hoping he opens it. When he does he looks down at you. His smile not leaving his face.  

“What can I do for you sweetheart?” he asked stepping aside directing you to enter. 

“I wanted to see if you’re up for company. I brought whiskey” you grin at him holding up the bottle. Making your way to the loveseat, sitting the bottle and glasses down on the table. 

“I will always accept your company sweetheart. Take a seat” closing the door. He makes his way to sit next to you on the loveseat. He pours you both a glass. Enjoying each other’s company as you nursed your drink. 

“Could you tell me a little something about when you were alive?” your question catching Alastor off guard. You cared about knowing what he did when he was alive?

“Why of course my dear. I enjoyed cooking with my mother, especially jambalaya.” he told you as he remembers those times. There’s a softness in your eyes as you look at him while he talks. 

“That’s lovely Alastor. Truly” your smile was what he needed. He was frustrated while planning his broadcast and your company came at the perfect time. He told you more about his life until a tune by Louis Armstrong and his Hot Five played through the radio filling the room. He finished his glass before standing up holding his hand out toward you. 

“Care for a dance sweetheart?” you threw your drink back before taking his hand. He pulled you up towards him directing you on how to dance. One song turned into two, and two eventually turned into five. The smile on your face as he twirled you around the room made him not want to stop dancing with you. When the two of you finally sat back down another glass was poured and handed your way. 

“I talked about myself sweetheart. It is only fair you tell me about yourself” He says leaning back, spreading his legs slightly. You begin thinking of something good to tell him. 

“I’m sure you’ve noticed but I cook or bake whenever I feel overwhelmed. I’ve been doing it since I was old enough to be in the kitchen by myself.” he nods, wanting you to continue. 

You told him some of your fond memories. Neither of you noticing how late it has gotten. Just sharing stories with one another, to his surprise you asked him about his serial killer days. There was a sparkle in your eyes when you listened to every word he said. He noticed it whenever the two of you spoke. He could also see how tired you were. 

“It looks like sleep is calling your name cher” his tone soft, well soft for him. 

“I’ll be fine. I want to hear more of your stories Al” you tell him covering your mouth to yawn. 

“Find me when you wake up and join me for coffee.” He said standing up bringing you up with him. He brought you close before dissolving into his shadow and ending up in your room. 

“Good night my dear” he placed a kiss on top of your head before guiding you to your bed. As you lay down you reach for his hand giving it a light squeeze. 

“Goodnight Al” you let go of his hand snuggling into your blankets. He left your room with a genuine smile on his face. 

#alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor imagine #alastor x you

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Skz when their partner can't sleep

i couldn't sleep when i thought of this so

i can't sleep~

teeth rotting fluff,not proof read yet

Bangchan

He probably wouldn't be able to sleep either,and most of stays sleep schedules are wrecked so he would do a live with you.He would go on Channie's room and do whatever.Comments like"Why aren't you guys asleep?","Go back to bed" would fly through."I don't know what you guys are talking about,its 1 in the afternoon.You know time zones?"but stay know thats its 2 am where you are so your attempt on manipulating them failed

Minho

You guys would rate children's drawings,yk those tiktoks where the teacher rates their students drawings.Thats you guys but you're not teachers."Who is that supposed to be?" "Barney","Then why does it look like grimace if took he meth".You guys would probably receive noise complaints for how loud you'll be laughing,but they would laugh just as loud if they saw these drawings

Changbin

Watch rip-off movies,have you guys seen that video where benoftheweek was watching rip-off movies.Yes.Instead Ratatouille your watching ratatoing,instead of the bee movie you're watching plan b."This animation is giving me nightmares","This is torture".Changbin couldn't stop laughing at the names of the movies,"Who wrote this"he would be in tears

Hyunjin

This one is more wholesome than the previous,i feel like he would read poems to you,even better read HIS poems to you,they would be the cutest things ever😭😭,i think he would also make you some tea,massage your head whilst reading the poems.(I need a fanfic on this NOW),he would have such a soothing voice reading them and then scream in your ear(jk...maybe),he wants you to get your 8 hours even though that might mean that he can't

Han

He would eat midnight snacks with you,even though it's not midnight he'll still have snacks.You would try new foods,"This taste likes bbamba's foot","How do you know how his foot taste like?","..." ,you would go late night shopping at those 24/7 stores,han would be scared if its 3am,"why are you so scared","have you not seen those do not watch at 3am videos?"You would just laugh at him,he's such a child

Felix

As we know Felix,is a tiktok king.He would post tiktoks with you,you would explore so many trends and do almost all of them.You would also have a debate why the tiktoks should go on his account or your account,"I deserve this tiktok","No i do".You would do funny tiktoks,dance tiktoks etc.a lot of them would go in the drafts and you would also have a debate on which you should post,"I look like a rat in this tiktok.","Exactly"

Seungmin

This is also one of the wholesome ones,I feel like he would sing you to sleep.His soft gentle voice singing you melodies AHDSUDGDEIURRH that's too cute 😭,he would try to calm you down make you tired because who doesn't want to sleep.Especially with his vocals the song could be rock and he would somehow make it sound soft,he would sing your favourite songs and if you don't say a skz song he would add one in there

Jeongin

He would do skincare with you,you have a bunch of products so it would be quite time consuming."What does this do?","Something".You would take pictures with face masks on because it's a vibe.You would also go online shopping for more products,"Buy the rose jelly one ","No" he would add it to your cart when your not looking,when it arrives and you ask him about he would pretend not to know anything about it

#hyunjin x reader #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #felix x reader #skz fluff #skz x reader #skz x y/n #han x reader #jeongin x reader #seungmin x reader #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff #skz x you

[lixxpix]

happiness looks good on you- lee felix

summary: you love felix, but he doesn't love you back.

warnings: sad ending, angst!

author's notes: hi everyone<3 this is my first fic, kinda wrote this at like 3am on a whim instead of sleeping but like😭 idk why i made this so sad (is this a sign im depressed or something) but hope u enjoy!! please to comment ur user if u want to be tagged in this or my future posts<3

"happiness looks good on you."

raging storms and unshed tears.

"happiness looks good on you."

heartbreak and rainy days.

"hurry up lix, we're going to be late," you complained, brow furrowed as you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout.

"if you really want to go to school that early just walk there yourself." felix taunted, knowing you were scared to walk alone. he was your long-term best friend, inseparable since kindergarten 'til today.

the two of you argued and bickered on the way to school, throwing insults at each other. by the time the both of you had gotten to school, you were both given a scolding and told to sit down. you glared at him as you were being scolded while he just snickered.

the audacity of this man, honestly . 

by the time class had finished, you had cooled down, just like felix knew you would. otherwise, he could just stick out his bottom lip while you huffed and pretended to be mad. 

"y/n!" he gasped, clutching at your arm, "areum just looked at me!"

he squealed, like a little kid at the toy shop, over his long time crush.

if only you looked at me in that way.

because i do.

"nah, she probably was just looking at someone else." you lied through your teeth, feeling your heart sink.

"hey, stop being mean!! she clearly looked at me," he pouted.

you sighed.

i've loved you for years and you've never noticed.

"well just confess to her already then."

it was painful watching your own crush and best friend fall for someone else, someone that wasn't you. 

you wished, rather selfishly, that areum would reject him. then you could be the shoulder he would cry on. not her. but honestly, you couldn't bring yourself to hate her. what was to hate? she was pretty, got good marks, and was friendly and easygoing. not to say you yourself weren't pretty, but you just weren't as pretty and hardworking as her. 

and you weren't the one he wanted. 

maybe the pain would end if they just ended up together and you were out of the picture. it was obvious she liked him too. 

"you really think i should? but what if i get rejected..."

you're so blind but i still love you.

"yes, how many times do i have to say this, she likes you. it's obvious." you rolled your eyes.

"should i just confess tomorrow? better late than never..." he trailed off, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.

gods you look so cute when you do that.

"yeah. get her some flowers and write her a note."

why were you breaking your own heart? you didn't know why. maybe you just wanted to end your own heartbreak. 

"good luck with that, anyways i need to go to s house for a project." you actually didn't, but you would do anything to just escape from this.

"why~~are you really just going to leave me alone to plan my big confession by myself," he whined.

"sorry lix, but you'll figure it out." ruffling his hair, you walked out the classroom.

you did, in fact, go home. then sat on your bed and cried until you couldn't  physically squeeze any more tears out of you.  so this was what heartbreak felt like. you had known him since the both of you were ten. you had have multiple crushes here and there, but they were just passing, fleeting moments, nothing of importance. until him.

you didn't know when you had first started to like him. maybe it was that time in the library where he was helping the librarian stack books. maybe it was that time in the rain where he danced in it for hours. 

maybe it was one summer day where your world just exploded in colours. 

and now it felt like it was fading back to grey.

the next day, felix came bouncing up to you.

"i got her peonies, do you think she'll like it? i told her to meet me in the garden."

"yeah, she'll definitely like it. i would've too... " you muttered the last part all to yourself, turning away and blinking rapidly as tears threatened to prick your eyes. you offered him a smile of encouragement. 

"good luck."

when lunch came, you watched as the nervous australian carried the peonies and went to the garden.

then you watched as they walked in ten minutes later, smiling bashfully and holding hands like schoolchildren in love. 

because they were.

you went home, not even bothering to call in sick. you just grabbed your bag and went home. you would deal with the consequences later. 

your heart hurt.

you were numb.

you were hollow.

you were crying.

you hated everything.

the next few days were spent at home. you called in sick. felix texted you countless times but you ignored him.

lixie&lt;3

y/nie?

where r u?

she accepted!!!

im so happy>.<

read at 2:03 a.m.

yeah, right. good for you. but what about me?

lixie&lt;3

...hello?

y/n?

can u please respond...

im worried...

what happened???

why didn't you come to school today??

read at 3:46 p.m.

you turned off your phone then turned over and cried again. you hated this. why did you have to fall for him in the first place?

finally, after four days of missed calls, texts, and school, you had to go back. its not like you had a choice anyways. you missed your parents. they lived overseas though, so you lived alone. but you really couldn't continue living like this for the rest of your life, even if you wanted to.

"y/nie!!!" felix exclaimed, running up to you. "why didn't you respond to my texts? are you okay? it's unlike you..."

"im sorry lix, i was just under the weather. im ok." you offered him a tight lipped smile. "congrats by the way." you closed your locker door and rushed off before he could ask you anything more.

"huh? thats unlike her... why is she acting so weird lately?" 

and so you avoided him, as much as you could. you kept your conversations short and brief, not talking to him as much as possible, and even switching seats to sit far away from him. you watched his hurt face the day he walked in and saw you sitting somewhere else, but then cheering up as areum sat next to him. you watched as he laughed and held hands, ate tteokbokki and ramen with her in the cafeteria. that should've been me.

but honestly, it did nothing to fill the felix-sized hole in your heart.

you drifted apart. he barely texted you now, barely said hi to you, barely even saw you in the hallways anymore. 

then exams were finished, and graduation started to roll around. 

you watched as they attended prom and twirled around on the dance floor giggling.

you watched as they broke up on the doorstep of his dorms, watching as felix's face fell when she dumped him for another guy.

you didn't have the heart to tell him i told you so.

so you busied yourself in your exams, earning a scholarship to your dream university. felix tried reaching out to you several times to rekindle your old friendship, but you would always politely decline, preferring to be detached instead of going through more heartbreak.

you still loved him, but the once burning passion had now been reduced to a soft flicker every now and then, sparking ever so slightly whenever you saw him in the corridors. your own felix-shaped hole in your heart hadn't decreased over the years, but your heart became bigger, expanding so that other people could fit in it. the hole would always be there, but at least there was space for healing.

you turned around in the backseat of your friends' car to see the campus you had once called home fading away into the distance and felix along with it.

goodbye, the wind whispered.

"happiness looks good on you, lix. i hope you make the best of it."

#lee felix x reader #felix x reader #skz x reader #skz #stray kids #gn reader #angst #sad ending #lee felix #high school au #heartbreak #lost love #heartache #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids x you

[silvervioletvalentine]

🖤it’s been a long time coming but…🖤

Pairing: Quinn Hughes X Cherrie!

Word count : 10k

Summary : in which his roommates sister is staying for the summer. And he promises not to fall in love with her.

Or- Quinn hates being told what to do. And cherries a mean little bitch with the face of an Angel. How was he supposed to not fall in love with her?

Warnings- fluff? There both little bullies to each other cause they’re in love. Duh. Kind of a , he fell first thing. She’s blunt and mean. He’s also dishes it back. Her brother is dumb and wondering what the f is going on. Thats it I think. I don’t even know if it’s any good or makes any sense cause I wrote it at 3am last night soooo…yeah. Lemme know what u think xoxo oh yeah and Quinn’s a swiftie because I said so. I finally got my era( with blood sweat and so many fucking tears) tickets so expect a lot of Taylor song themed oneshots lmfao.

Quinn knew that something was wrong the moment he woke up that morning to find his roommate and close friend , Roman, pacing the front room with his hand running stressfully through his hair , what looked to be a permanent grimace on his face as he stared down at his phone , free hand texting a Mile per minute away.

He eyed him warily as he grabbed himself a bowl and poured some cereal, plopping himself down at the breakfast table to eat .

He yawned "you good?" He mumbled around a spoonful of cereal, barely even awake and kind of wishing that he had just stayed in bed.

It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway , and really looking at the darkened shade of his eye bags in his spoon, he could really do with some more sleep anyways.

Roman paused , looked down at his phone, looked over at Quinn and then sighed loudly . "No. My sister is coming stay for the summer." He told him, not exactly looking very happy about the fact either.

Quinn rose a brow in confusion , this being the first time he was being told of such plans . Fighting back a groan of misery at the thought of their apartment being invaded by somebody else when all Quinn really wanted was to relax in peace , not invite more people into his man cave.

"Sister?" He repeated barely remembering Roman mentioning his family at all to him "i don't recall ever meeting her." He muttered, wishing that he didn't have to at all.

He wasn't the most sociable of people, he had his small group of friends and quite frankly he just couldn't handle anymore. He was at his limit with people in his life , he didn't want to add anymore onto that small number . He had enough Christmas cards to write out each year as it was.

Roman scoffed , looking a little peeved as he let him know sourly "of course you haven't. She's been living in Milan . Then before that L.A...then Madrid. My little sister can barely be caught...I haven't seen her since last Christmas ." He did Honestly sound upset about it, she was still his baby sister after all.

"And the only reason she was there at all , is because of my mother threatening to axe the credit cards. And even then..she was gone the next day. The little asshole didn't even say goodbye!" He huffed, having been trying to wrangle her for a while now. But every text he sent was put on seen and every call they had usually ended up with them arguing and refusing to speak to the other for months again.

Quinn just frowned , trying not to fall back to sleep face first in cereal.

“So why is she coming here then? Doesn't exactly sound like she wants to be around you at the moment." He snorted a little , amused.

The thought of social , bubbly Roman trying to befriend his moody little sister and getting told to get fucked was hilarious . I mean, he loved his friend but sometimes his 'a friend to all' attitude was a little too much for him, it would be amusing to see him getting humbled like that.

It seemed like Roman wasn't the boss between them at all. How interesting.

Roman laughed "oh she's not coming cause she wants to. She's coming because our mother is making her." He told him with a small smirk , recalling the call from his furious mother letting him know that she would be heading his way soon and that he better make sure that she doesn't wildcard her way out of this again.

"She got involved with mother's hairdressers , husband and well.." he whistled long and hard, amused by the growing list of his sisters fuck ups.

She didn't ever do anything by halves , he would tell you that. "Mother's hairdresser found out and it all blew up. So the family's not too happy with Cherrie right now.." he chuckled.

Quinn looked at him in disbelief , fighting back the grin that wanted to escape, not sure if this was something that he was allowed to laugh about.

"Cherrie? That's her name?" He repeated testing it out on his tongue once Roman nodded his head yes , he then hummed a little "sounds like trouble. You couldn't put her up in a hotel?" He blurted out.

Roman looked at him with a look of shock "Quinn! That’s my sister! Just because she's a bit of a wild child doesn't mean that I'm gonna send her off on her own! God!" He exclaimed , dramatically throwing his hands on his air.

Quinn just rolled his eyes and focused back on his cereal , sighing in misery.

Great. He was going to have a female Roman hanging around , As though one of them wasn't already energy draining enough.

"What does she do?" He asked Him curiously "-besides sleeping with other women’s husbands." He couldn't help himself. Really he couldn't.

Roman glared at him for that comment, Quinn just laughing beneath his breath as he grinned down at his bowl. More than amused with it all.

"She's a model. That's why she travels around." He told him , bringing up his phone and picking a photo of his sister from one of her recent shoots to show him.

Quinn looked up from his bowl , down to his friends phone, then back to his bowl before doing a double take .

His eyes widening in disbelief as he choked on his cereal, spluttering loudly as his face flushed red.

"That's your fucking sister?" He croaked out between his coughs , banging on his chest with his fist , unable to take his eyes away from the phone. Breathing deeply as he tried to fucking breath normally again.

Unable to believe what he was looking at.

He knew her.

Well. He didn't know her personally but he had seen enough of her pretty face on almost every magazine and billboard to know who she was.

She was fucking stunning. Like out of this world , how could it not be plastic surgery , it's so not fair, she must be a siren..it should be illegal to be that hot , kind of beauty.

He looked at the picture of her on vogue Italy , face bare for the stripped down , el natural shoot. Dressed in just a cut up white shirt , shiny hair hanging over her tanned shoulders as she looked straight at the camera with a soft, pouty look on her sun kissed face. Freckles dotted her nose, and if he looked close enough there was a heart shape mole just right beneath her right eye.

Quinn found it hard to breath. Clearing his throat a little as he tried to mask his awe into something more nonchalant instead.

But he glanced back up at his friend to see his act wasn't fooling him at all.

Roman pocketed his phone with a slight frown, eyeing him suspiciously . "Yeah? What's that supposed to mean? Of course she's my sister , where did you think she got her good looks from?" He motioned towards himself with a arrogant grin.

Quinn laughed, harder than he should have giving the offended look he received in return.

"Definitely not you man." He snickered , still slightly in shock over just who his sister was and just what she looked like.

“I just-she doesn't look like the terror you're describing her as." He muttered , getting up off his chair to put his now empty bowl in the sink. More for self distraction than anything.

Roman groaned , shaking his head at him. "That's exactly the problem! She looks like some angel but she's the devil in disguise. Like that Taylor swift song." He started humming the tune of it to him "Darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a -"

Quinn's groan cut him off "yes! I get it! She's the devil. Hot but insane . Okay. I got it." He rushed out not wanting to hear anymore of his terrible singing and butchering of Taylor's songs. It was far too early for it and there was no amount of coffee in the world that could make him sit through the torture of Roman singing at him.

Roman looked offended for a moment "hey!" Then he paused and squinted his eyes at him "did you just call my sister hot?" The disbelief was apparent in his voice . Enough to make Quinn freeze.

He slowly turned to look at his friend, mouth opening and closing several times before "no. I didn't." He denied. Laughing it off. Because he knew what a big deal he would make out of it.

Just like now. Roman laughed loudly "yes you did! You said she's hot but crazy!" He exclaimed.

"No! You did! I was just .. just summing it up!" Quinn argued.

Okay. Just because he wasn't a fucking player and almost permanent single didn't mean he didn’t recognise real beauty when he saw it.

Roman sofffed "bullshit. You think my sisters hot! I can't believe this! Maybe the hotel idea was a good one.." he bemoaned .

Not wanting his sister to sink her claws into his poor friend, he liked Quinn and he didn't want to add the hockey player to the long list of men that Cherrie had broken into pieces for her own entertainment . No thank you.

Quinn once again rolled his eyes at him, annoyed. "Dude. The whole world thinks your sister is hot, it's not news to you. And I'm not fucking blind." He snapped at him shoving past him to throw himself on the couch, hoping for a nap. "It's doesn't mean anything.” He added .

Roman with his Hands on hips just looked at him lazing out on the couch, a bored look on his face as he put on modern family for some background noise. Looking like he was done with the entire conversation.

"So you won’t fall in love with my sister then?" He challenged him. Knowing exactly what she did to men. She was his sister after all and he had the exact same affect on woman. Accidental heartbreakers If you will.

Quinn couldn't have snorted any louder If he tried, he even laughed. "No fucking way! Me?" He scoffed in amusement "falling in love? I don't fucking think so. You should be a comedian man." He said.

Roman just shot him a look, not believing him at all. Because if that was his reaction to just a photo of Cherrie, how was he going to feel when she arrived , prettier in person and staying with them for the whole summer?

He crossed his fingers and hoped that his sister would have some mercy at least. Or to at least pick a different Brother.

By the time that Cherrie arrived at her brother place, she was already getting a lecture from Roman as they walked up the stairs to his apartment . Rolling her eyes as he went on and on , sounding a bit too much like their mother for comfort .

"I'm serious Cherrie. I don't want any drama this time.. the last time you hung out with my friends it ended up in tears!" Roman exclaimed, still having ptsd from that horrible weekend .

Cherrie just groaned at Him, waiting impatiently by the out of service Elevator as she watched her brother haul up her two massive, bright pink suitcases up the stairs. With a large juicy couture rucksack on his back too , she only had her small purse with her phone and money in it on her arm.

Choosing to play with her freshly done nails as she replied amusedly "I didn't shed a single tear."

Roman glared over at her, face sweaty as he huffed and puffed his way to the top. Almost tripping over her ridiculously large suitcase as he did so.

"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about the guys. I could have become a swimmer with the fucking ocean of tears you made them cry! I don't want any of that shit this time!" He warned her seriously "I mean it."

Bored, tired and grumpy from her flight. Cherrie just sighed and flicked her hair over her shoulder in annoyance.

"Okay. So no hooking up-"

"No!" Roman looked horrified just at the thought "you can do whatever you want on your own time but not with any of my friends. They’re hockey players-" maybe not the best thing to tell her seeing as she loved sporty guys.

She paused at his door, looking over her shoulder at him quietly for a moment before "hockey players?" She hummed out with a small smirk , already picturing them in their jerseys , all strong and talented on the ice.

But the glare her brother shot her shut her up real quick.

"Don't even think about it. They’re good guys Cherrie, and my roommate Quinn . He's really nice but likes his life drama free okay?" He told her as he unlocked the door.

Cherrie scoffed amusedly "he's gonna hate me then. Surprised he likes you at all. You're worse than I am." She tried to rile him up.

It worked.

By the time he had dragged her suitcase into the hallway, the siblings were bickering loudly and shoving at each other like little kids.

"You're such a fucking bore! You can't even take a joke-"

"Oh excuse me if I don't find fucking other people's husbands on a dare funny-"

Her voice went shrill , effectively waking Quinn up from his nap on the couch. But neither of the siblings noticed him yet.

"That was one time! Shut up! Like you haven't had your fair share of fun-"

He blinked his eyes open, yawning as he slowly pulled his body up into a sitting position. Turning his head to look at the noise, he rose a brow in both concern and amusement as he watched her kick at her brothers shin like a child. Roman kicking her right back.

Taking in the sight of the model, Quinn bit down on his bottom lip without even realising it.

Swallowing a little as he looked at her, all tan and worked up, dressed in tiny shorts and a crop top that barely covered a thing. Gucci flip flops that went flying across the room as she threw them at her brother, cursing him out in Spanish now.

She looked way hotter in real life than she did on the magazines. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but she did.

He ran a hand through his hair, managed to straighten out his old sweatshirt just as she turned her head to finally see him sitting there.

Then silence.

Cherrie looked at him, he looked at her. Roman held his breath.

Then she frowned at Quinn , looking unimpressed.

"I thought hockey players were supposed to be sexy." She complained .

Looking him over as she made her way to the couch, distracted from her bickering with her brother. She has a new target to annoy now.

Her brother sighed long and hard "be nice." He snapped at her as he started dragging her suitcases to her room, leaving them alone for a minute .

Offended and a little stung, Quinn eyed her up and down just as judgmentally . "I didn't know models looked like hookers these days either ."He threw back at her just as quick.

There was a shocked pause, having not expected him to dish it back out to her before she laughed, eyes lighting up as she got herself cozy on the tub chair. Eyes never leaving him. Taking in his flushed cheeks, scabbed nose from the last injury , hair a overgrown mess behind his ears , dressed in a huge black sweatshirt and basketball shorts.

He was not her usual type at all.

Yet something buzzed in her chest, a strange excitement building in her as she thought of all the ways she could get underneath his skin and make him react. Annoying guys was her favourite thing to do after all.

"Honey. You couldn't even afford this hooker." She replied smoothly , crossing her long, tanned legs over each other . Smirking to herself as she watched his eyes briefly flicker down to them before they quickly looked away.

Clearing his thirst, he muttered blandly "I'm glad i could save my money. I've been told I need to stop spending money on stupid things anyway."

Cherrie inhaled sharply at the jab, having a feeling that he had been fully filled in on all of her stupid activities as of lately. Her brother Had always been a snitch after all.

"That's ironic coming from a hockey player." She muttered as she got up to get something to eat , stomach rumbling after hours on a plane without any food. There was no way in hell she would eat anything on a plane or god forbid... airport food.

But as she opened the fridge and saw nothing but beers and leftover pizza, she realised with horror then that she was going to be living with guy. Stupid guys who didn't know a healthy salad or a fucking fruit if they saw one.

How was she supposed to survive? She had gone from five star luxury to... she glanced around the messy apartment with barely any decor . The biggest thing in there was the pool table and tv, not even a fucking clock on the wall!

She felt a little like crying then. Maybe because she was tired. Hungry and had spent the last weekend being scolded by her mother like she was a naughty child again. Her exploitation's gossip for everyone to hear.

So excuse her if she was feeling a little on edge, having at least expected her brother to have gone out shopping before she arrived . He knew that she was picky.

Was this...was this revenge for telling him that those stupid white pants he wore made him look like a Walmart version of a member of backstreet boys ?

"Where's the food?" She cut Quinn off befor he could dish a returned insult for her stupid hockey player comment. Making him frown over at her .

"There's pizza from last night left in there." He informed her like that was helpful.

Raising a brow as he heard her let out a little sound, between a squeak and a huff.

His lips twitched. "Not good enough for you princess?" He said.

She looked straight at him, face cold and replied bluntly "not it isn't. So unless you want me to make sure that you lose all your teeth , without a puck or a stick being Involved . I suggest you and my brother head to the nearest store and get some real fucking food in. Before I kill the both of you !" She hissed at him .

Then she picked up a throw pillow, launched it at his head before stomping away to her room. Pushing past her confused brother on the way, slamming the door behind her with a angry bang.

There was a tense silence in the room for a moment where both men just looked at where she had been stood, Roman slowly looking away from her slammed door , blinking at Quinn curiously.

"I think we should go get some grocoises." Was all Quinn muttered. Clearing his throat as he hauled his ass up from the couch, stuffed his wallet in his pocket and headed straight for the door.

Roman following behind him in confusion "we've got left over pizza-"

Quinn pulled a face , yanking the door open with a long exhale . Her furious, very hungry face imprinting in his mind as he hurried her brother along.

"Yeah. No man. I mean real food." He said.

Roman didn't look any less confused . But the look on Quinn's face made him not question it again.

Two hours later. The fridge , freezer and cupboards were full with real, fresh food.

Cherrie came back out again. Smile lighting up her pretty face as she pulled out some chicken and made herself a salad while the guys scoffed on a takeaway on the couch.

She didn't thank him verbally but she slapped the top of Quinn's head on the way back to her room , he took that for something instead.

Later that night, Cherrie dragged herself back out of her room with the blanket wrapped around her head, a scowl on her tired face as the voices got louder and louder.

Hearing her brother and Quinn laugh loudly, the sound of video games filling the room as she stomped in there to get them to stop.

Quinn was the first to notice her hovering by the couch like a grumpy gremlin, raising his brow at her as he played with the controller in his hand, her brother paying her no mind at all. She could hear another guys voice on the tv , playing along with them but she ignored it in favor of glaring at the both of them angrily.

"It's nearly one o'clock in in the morning." She snapped at them. Looking at Quinn like he was the devil.

He just snorted "glad you know how to tell the time." He muttered , smirking as he clicked away at the buttons. One eye on the tv and the other one subtly watching the way she stomped her food like a child, making it harder for him to hold back his grin at seeing how easy she was to rile up.

"Roman!" She complained . Getting his attention finally.

Her brother looked over at her with a Frown "what? Why aren't you asleep? You've had a long flight. I thought you'd be out already." He said obviously .

Cherrie looked at him like he was an a idiot . He was. But still. "Are you fucking serious? How can I sleep when it sounds like a fucking a bar in here? Turn that shit down!"

"Yeah. Grandma here wants an early night." Quinn muttered . Grinning. Sipping on his beer , content with pissing her off even more.

The look she shot him would have had any other guy Pissing his pants with fear . But Quinn just grinned up at her , enjoying it far too much.

"Would you prefer to be smothered by a pillow or drowned in the bath?" She simply responded to him while picking up a pillow from the couch as she approached him quickly .

He looked down at the pillow then back up at her in amusement . "Both sound a little too intimate princess. We've only known each other for a couple of hour-" his teasing got cut off by his own startled gasp as she suddenly launched herself at him.

Pillow pressed against his face as he let out a shocked laugh, grabbing ahold of her arms to stop her from actually killing him. While she huffed and puffed, slapping him with the pillow instead when she failed to smother him with it.

Ignoring her brother scolding her , she hit Quinn with the pillow again. "Asshole! Trust me , no one wants to be intimate like that with you! Fucking-ah!" She squealed as she was suddenly pulled off Quinn , Roman carrying her over to her room over his shoulder while she kicked and cursed him out.

Quinn just laughed as he pushed himself back up to his sitting position , pushing his hair out of his face as he caught back his breath. Grinning widely as he wiggled his fingers at her glare .

"Well. Everyone's been intimate with you . Have you met the landlords husband yet?" He called over the couch. Roman shaking his head at him scornfully.

"Not helping Quinn!"

He just laughed. Hard. Before hearing his brothers voice coming through the system, confused to why they had suddenly paused the game.

"Is that Romans sister?" Jack asked him curiously , amusement on his face as they listened to her cursing like a sailor at him.

He tried not to grin "yeah. She's crazy."

"Can I meet her?" His sly question had the grin dropping right off his face.

"Why?" He simply responded. Suspicious.

Jack shrugged slyly "she's hot. And sounds like fun. I bet Trevor would like her.."

Quinn cut him off before he could say anything else, his amusement quickly fading away just like that.

Instead he scoffed and snapped "she's not fun. Now shut up and let's play the game." Despite that, he turned down the volume anyway. She needed her sleep after all.

For the next few days, Cherrie and Quinn tried to stay out of each other's way. Well. More like Quinn stayed out of her way while Jack and Trevor took over and became her new best friends despite Quinn telling them to fuck off mulitple times.

Neither of them listened and he was more than peeved to see them greeted with a sweet smile and hang out invitations from her right off the bat.

While all Quinn got was multiple 'get fucked you fucking fuck.' And his favourite 'get out of my way before you become my new doormat.'

She was getting wildly creative with her insults, and each one she snapped made it harder for him to control his laughter. Not wanting her to know just how much their bickering amused him.

It was Friday night, and Quinn was holed up in his room listening to some music. Sick and tired of seeing his brother and Trevor laughing and having fun with Cherrie all day, the three off them having went to the beach and come home and spent hours playing video games and just hanging out.

Jack had tried to get him to join in but one look at Cherrie, sun kissed with wet hair and sunburn on her pretty face had him declining so quickly that even Cherrie looked at him funny.

But then it started getting dark and he was brought out his thoughts by Cherrie casually walking into his bedroom like it was her own. Kicking the door shut with her foot as she balanced several dresses over her arms.

Ignoring his shocked look, she held up a white silk dress to her body

"This looks good on me , no?" Looking at him Impatiently for an answer. Hair blow dried, still dressed in a small dressing gown after the quick shower she had taken. Not bothered at all.

Quinn swallowed. Eyes flickering down to her bare legs before looking down to his bedcovers . "Er-I don't know." He mumbled "I'm not the one for fashion advise. Try Jack." He bitterly added.

Cherrie just scoffed "I did. He's no help. He thinks I look hot in everything. I need honesty. Brutal. Okay?" She instructed him.

Quinn barely had a chance to breath before she suddenly dropped her silk dressing gown onto the floor. Giving him the sight of her stood there, in front of his bed , dressed in a matching pale pink lace set before she was pulling the dress over her head.

"Fucks sake Cherrie!" He hissed at her , wide eyed and flushed red.

Unable to look away from her as he watched her smooth the silk over her body, turning to look in his mirror. Twisting side to side, only to give him an even better view of her ass in the figure hugging dress.

She ignored his shock and simply frowned at her reflection. "Is this see through at the back?" She asked him. Turning her ass to him fully, not warnting to go out in a dress like that.

Quinn gulped, hesitated . Eyes flickering to her face to make sure that she was serious , then he trailed his gaze down to her ass and hummed a little .

Breathing a little shakily as he mumbled "yeah. I can -I can see the thong. And can see right through." He let her know. Not knowing where to look.

Cherrie decided that for him. He choked on his breath again as she huffed and whipped the dress over her head, grabbing another one this time as she talked casually to him while she put it on

"It's so annoying. I like this one but it has a slit..too high or no?" She smoothed the red velvet dress over her body, then put her leg up on the bed so he could see the slit that ran up her thigh to her hip bone when she moved.

Quinn felt a little faint .

Taking deep breaths , mouth running dry as he looked at her tanned leg , oiled up with moisturiser in front of him. He felt his heart beat in his head. That couldn't be good, could it?

"You look-" incredibly sexy. He didn't say "that's not the one." He didn’t want her wandering out anywhere in that dress. Selfish reasons, he knew. But he wouldn't ever admit it.

Cherrie nodded like she agreed "I was a little worried. I don't want my pussy out in the night ya know? It's an easy access desss but.." she trailed off with a shrug.

Forgetting just who she was talking to for a moment. Instead she treated him like one of her girlfriends whenever they got ready for nights out together.

“I think this might be the one." She said slyly as she pulled on a simple , little black dress. Tight and hugging with lace holding up her chest, making her tits seem even bigger than they were. It hugged her like second skin, the back low, so she unhooked her bra and pulled it off easily.

She then threw her bra at Quinn who caught it with a heavy blink, brain slugging as he looked down at the lace in his hands then back up at Cherrie again. Wondering dazedly if he was dreaming.

"Yeah.." was all he could mumble out. "I guess that ones okay." He said. Speechless.

Rolling her eyes, she laughed. Having already had a few too many glasses with Trevor when he had decided that they needed a night out .

"This will get me free booze all night baby!" She cheered at her reflection. Fixing her hair and letting out a pleased hum at what she saw.

“Are you coming?" She then asked Quinn , turning to look at him after she was done.

Sitting down on the end of his bed to put on her sparkling heels, she looked up at him Impatiently when he didn't answer.

He shut his gaping mouth and exhaled "where are you going?"

"The bar. With Trevor and my brother. We're gonna meet some more of their friends There. Jacks not going though , still hungover from yesterday." She told him in amusement. Having spent the night at the club with them last night too.

Quinn scoffed and shook his head "no way." A night in a stuffy bar watching his friends hit on her? And her flirt back? Sounded like a fucking nightmare.

Cherrie felt weirdly disappointed , but she tried not to let it show. Instead she let the disappointment turn to Annoyance , standing back up once her heels were on and scoffing down at him.

"Whatever , You're so boring!" She glared down at him, wondering why she even bothered inviting him at all. She didn't like him. What the hell was she doing?

Quinn scoffed too, sitting up to glare back at her. "Yeah well. We'll see how fun you are when you come back pregnant and regretting ever going!" He snapped back at her.

She huffed , picked up a random shirt from his floor and hauled it at his head.

“Fuck you! You asshole!" She shouted at him, yanking open the door, blood boiling . Regretting ever speaking to him willingly.

Jack paused in shock, plate in his hand with a sandwich halfway to his mouth , about to knock on Quinn's door to see if he wanted to play some video games. Only to blink in disbelief as the door swung open and Cherrie stormed out of his brothers room, face red and pissed off. Not even sparing him a glance.

"No! Fuck you!" Quinn yelled back. Then the slam of the front door rattled the apartment .

Leaving Jack to slowly enter his brothers doorway in shock, eyes blowing wide as he looked at Quinn's red cheeks and scowling face . A lace bra in his lap.

"Dude!" Jack couldn't believe it "what happened to being nice to ladies?" He had never heard Quinn speak like that to anyone, ever. Never mind a woman.

Quinn let out a strangled sound, cheeks on fire as he looked at where she had been stood, flustered.

"She is not a lady! She's a fucking siren or -she's a ! Fuck! - " he huffed, struggling for words. Barely able to look his brother in the eye as he shoved him out of his room. Wanting to be alone.

“-that's the kind of woman that if you look at her too long she snatches your fucking heart out and never gives it back!" He shouted , muttering curses before he then slammed the door in his face with a huff.

Leaving Jack to stare at the closed door for a minute in disbelief, then he snorted .

Then he grinned widely in amusement

"Oh no. He likes her." He realised. Chuckling to himself as he quickly ran to get his phone to tell their friends of the latest development.

By the time half past one in the morning rolled around and Cherrie was still not back yet, Quinn finally emerged from his room , trying to act

Nonchalant as he asked his brother about their whereabouts.

"Dunno." Jack just shrugged hiding his smirk behind his drink "she's out with Trevor . So she might not come back tonight at all." He couldn't help but add, just to rile him up. To see how he would react.

Quinn stood there with his hands on his hips, looking over at the front door as though she was going to suddenly burst through it.

Then he felt his heart sink deeper in his stomach as realised that his brother might just be right, the thought of her out there cuddling up with Trevor or worse, some Random asshole at the bar , made him restless on his feet for a reason he didn't want to admit.

"I can't sleep." He blurted out instead.

Hands In his joggers pockets as he tried to stop himself from fidgeting , eyes drifting over to the loveseat that she always curled on. Her blanket still there, he slowly walked over to the chair , unease growing.

What the hell was wrong with him? And why the hell did he even care about what she did?

He didn't.

He didnt. She could do whatever and whoever the fuck she wanted. He tried convincing himself but his hand snook out of his pocket and began fiddling with the edge of her blanket and he knew that he was fucked.

Jack peered over at him in amusement "obviously." He stated with a smirk, "tried shutting your eyes?"

I have. He wanted to snap back. But every time I do I see Cherrie in situations I would rather not see. Some horrifically including Trevor and now he felt sick.

Instead he muttered casually "I could go for a drink." Trying to act like it was no big deal.

Jack looked at him like he was insane "now? But you said you didn't want to go out tonight!" He exclaimed.

Wide eyes watching his older brother pick up his jacket and wallet , not bothered that he was dressed in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, hair a mess around his head.

He just grabbed a cap from the wall and placed it backwards on his head, shrugging at him casually.

"Well I've changed my mind. Let's go." He simply said.

Cherrie couldn't believe what she was seeing as she stood by the pool table watching the guys mess on, drunkenly placing bets on who would win.

She glanced over to the bar and had to do a double take as she saw the two brothers walking over to them , eyes going wide as she looked at Quinn , in full lazy sweats , giving her a small smirk.

She frowned "what the fuck?" Almost falling over as she gripped trevors arm, nudging him to look over at their new guests of the night.

He looked just as surprised, but welcomed them with a happy grin. "Dudes! Want a drink?!" Be passed them both a bottle of beer from the table .

Quinn slowly saddled up next to her , not even glancing at her as he watched the guys suck at playing pool. So close that their arms brushed.

Missing the looks that Trevor and Jack shot them as his brother muttered something to him in amusement, both friends shaking their heads at him in amusement .

Cherrie was still scowling at him , nudging his side a little too hard . Cocktail glass tight in her hand "what happened to not your scene?" She sarcastically said, yet there was no denying the pleased feeling rising beneath her skin at the sight of him.

He just shrugged, sipping on his beer before answering . "Couldn't sleep." He muttered the same excuse that he had to his Brother.

It didn't work on her either.

She just rolled her eyes at him playfully "no shit. You look like an asshole." She commented, smacking the backwards cap on top of his head. Liking the look on him. Not that she would tell him that.

He just chuckled , looking her over with a small smirk. "And you look like a drunk idiot. What perfume are you wearing? Vodka." He snarked back at her . Tugging at the ends of her long hair , grinning when she slapped his hand away with a glare.

Squinting her eyes up at him, she leaned into his side so he could hear her better over the loud music and chatter surrounding them. Both of them lost in their own world together . He leaned closer to her too, neither moving away.

"You wished you smelt and looked this good." She muttered while giggling , throwing the rest of her drink down in one go.

Then she passed him her Empty glass and said "buy me another one?"

He rose a brow at her in amusement "missing a word there princess." He replied. Nudging her along with him to the bar anyways.

Digging his free hand into his pocket for his wallet, hiding a smile as he felt her clutch onto the back of his sweatshirt to keep herself close as they pushed through the crowd.

"Now?" She guessed. Grinning up at him cheekily.

Quinn just rolled his eyes and ordered her drink "please." He muttered passing his card over, ordering one for him later as well.

She snorted "please what hockey boy?" Before he could bicker back with her , he stilled when she suddenly let out a loud gasp , head snapping over to makeshift dance floor.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed happily as she started to loudly sing along to the song blaring around them

"Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone! I've been waiting for you but you never come- is this in my head I don't know what to think-" she tugged at his hands as she danced around him happily .

Only stopping short when his voice lowly joined in "-he knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring-" he sang quietly grinning at the look of shock on her pretty face as she gaped up at him .

Heart fluttering in her chest, she gripped onto his arms and beamed brightly "you’re a swiftie?" She breathed out in amazement .

He chuckled, nodding his head as he pulled her closer and twirled her around . Smiling a little as she giggled and fell against him "mmm. Of course. I'm not deaf." He muttered before looking at her beaming smile and scrunched up nose and sighed longingly

"not blind either." He added.

"It's a love story baby just sayyy.." she sang while holding out a pretend microphone to him as she lifted up her arm, making him twirl beneath it.

Both of them too busy laughing and dancing together to see the looks of shock and disbelief from their friends, Jack slowly lifting his phone up in shock to film them for evidence later. Unable to believe the sight in front of him. Gaping at the sight of Quinn twirling around with her while singing Taylor fucking swift.

"Yes." Quinn muttered finishing the lyric as he chuckled, almost crashing into the stool behind him as she suddenly twirled him again. "Okay! Okay!" He laughed nodding over to their drinks at the bar "come on ."

She followed him easily, still singing as she clutched his hand without even relaxing it.

"Can we make a Taylor swift playlist to play on the ride back?" She looked up at him hopefully , too drunk and happy to realise that she was staring. She tugged off his Cap and placed it backwards on her own head,  making Quinn hide a smile behind his glass.

"Obviously."

Three o'clock in the morning and they stumbled back into the apartment , shoving at each other like little kids as they playfully  argued about which type of shoes were better.

"Boots make every outfit have a little bit of ..spice ya know?" She argued , a dr Martin lover through and through.

Quinn scoffed at her amusedly "yeah in 2010. You gonna wear your wide brim hat and moustache tshirt as well?" He teased . Tugging on her hair again like a child with a crush .

She rolled her eyes at him with a grin, laughing loudly "no! You wear slides like everywhere! You can’t speak!" She countered back. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol and just having fun with him.

"Can too. No laces, no hassle. Just the way I like it." He said.

Letting her hold onto him as she pulled off her heels, grabbing onto her arm when she wobbled , giggling beneath her breath. "You should try it. Better than those weapons." He nodded at her poor ankles.

Straightening back up, she sighed dramatically "no. They make my legs look so good. I'll look like an idiot wearing a mini dress with slides ." She slurred as they stumbled down the hall to their rooms.

Quinn just shook his head with a small smile, hand hovering over her back in case she stumbled again, not wanting her to fall flat on her pretty face .

"No you won't. That's not possible." He muttered, yawning loudly . He ran his fingers through the ends of her hair again just because he could, in awe of how soft it felt between his fingertips .

Cherries eyes fluttering as she leant against her doorframe , yawning as well.

“Why not?" She struggled not to fall asleep right there and then. Enjoying his company so much, she kind of didn’t want him to leave her at all. Weird.

Quinn shrugged lazily , drunk and happy "cause it's you." He simply mumbled. Meaning it.

It wasn't possible for her to look bad, or stupid or like an idiot. She could wear a trash bag and she Would still look Beautiful .

She didn't say anything. Just bit down on her bottom lip . pushed away the giddy feeling in her chest and sighed dramatically .

Squeezing his bicep gently before finally letting go "night Quinn. Maybe you'll sleep and wake up as beautiful as me." She joked.

He chuckled, pushed her a little to get her through her door, unable to tear his eyes away from her toothy grin.

She was so fucking beautiful , it made it hard to breath.

"Get some sleep and maybe you'll wake up less of a bitch." He countered back , kicking his foot up to kick her gently in her ass.

Snickering a little when she shot him a playful glare over her shoulder , kicking him back in his ankle without missing a beat.

“Maybe you'll wake up and be Sidney Crosby." She shot back, both grinning despite their petty words.

Quinn shook his head in amusement , flicking her forehead with his fingers , before finally backing away towards his own bedroom before he did something as stupid as kiss her .

“Fuck you." He said instead.

She bit down on her bottom lip to hide her besotted grin "fuck you too."

They both went to sleep and dreamt of dancing together to Taylor swift underneath the stars , body as aligned as the planets above.

The next week passed by quick with Quinn sticking to cherries side, both of them insulting each and picking at each other like little kids. But despite their teasing, they never left each other's side for very long.

Quinn insisting that he come along to her shopping trips in case she picked something hideous , despite her being a model who dressed like one too.

Cherrie making up excuses to get him to come along with her to see movies, to the bar , to get her nails done and Quinn always sliding them his card before she could pay for herself . Resulting in them bickering until she finalllt gave in, insisting on buying him ice cream to make up for it.

Everybody knew what was going on, everybody but her brother Roman who got the surprise of his life as he watched his sister walk out of Quinn's bedroom with him casually, like it was no big deal.

Jack not even blinking an eye, simply lifting his hand to high five Cherrie as she passed him, eyes not leaving the tv. Used to the two of them constantly being attached to the hip now.

Quinn headed into the kitchen and picked out two water bottles, handing one to his sister without saying a word.

Running a hand through his hair, he mumbled "golfing?" To her quietly. Roman watching their interaction in disbelief . Wondering what the hell he had missed.

Cherrie hummed while typing on her phone, pulling herself up to sit on the counter beside him. Both doing their own thing but still in their own bubble together .

"I'm shit at it. I told you." She muttered back to him as she scoffed at a text her friend sent her, briefly lifting her phone in front of Quinn to show him the photo of her friends new boyfriend.

“That's the one I was telling you about." She said.

He glanced at the picture and muttered "looks like a finance bro." Smiling a little when she huffed out a laugh. Pride filming him that he could make her laugh like that.

"Looks like a dickhead you mean." She corrected, both of them snickering meanly between each other.

Then Quinn got back on to the golfing topic "I'll teach you. It's not serious. Just hitting some balls into some tight holes." He heard what he said a second too late. Immediately glancing over at her with narrowed eyes "don't even say it."

She laughed loudly , slapping his shoulder with a grin on her face. "It's too hard! I can't!"  She giggled.

Quinn groaned "don't. Don't make me say it."

She wiggled her brows "come on. You know you want to." She sang.

He sighed in defeat , fighting back ahinst a grin as he muttered "that's what she said." Ashamed of himself for giving in to her childishness , he shook his head amusedly .

Cherrie just ruffled his hair with her hand , oblivious to her gaping brother on the couch. Jack amusedly watching his reaction with a grin , used to it now.

He then picked up his jacket and picked up his car keys, heading over to the front door without even glancing back.

“There's a five star food bar there." He simply told her. Knowing it would do the trick.

Cherrie came running, shoving on her slides that Quinn had gotten her after all their bickering about his own . They had a matching pair now.

Quinn then grabbed his cap and placed it on her head, then wrapped her up in his jacket too.

"Tacos?"

"Tacos." He confirmed. Then they were gone.

Leaving her brother to Gape at the front door in disbelief. Mouth opening and closing Several times before he turned to look at Jack in shock

"She hates him?" He didn't sound so sure now. Confused to how his sister had went from cursing out Quinn to going golfing with him while wearing his jacket .

Jack smirked knowingly "does she?" He rose a brow at him waiting for him to catch up.

Roman blinked dumbly "she doesn't?"

Jack just laughed and laughed and laughed "think my brother lied to you man."

Roman thought back to the first day when he had told Quinn not to fall in love with her, how Quinn had scoffed and told him 'that was never going to happen.'

He groaned in disbelief . Jack laughed loudly . He really should have seen this coming.

Cherrie found herself sat at one of his games, wearing Quinn's jersey as she sat beside Jack, munching on popcorn as she watched the players come out . Eyes wide with excitement , having never seen a hockey game live before.

"So.." Jack looked at her with a grin as he eyed the jersey she was wearing with his brothers name on the back "hate him still?" He teased knowingly.

Cherrie just hummed with a serious resting bitch face "can't fucking stand him." She blandly replied.

Sticking up her middle finger at Quinn when he skated past where they were sitting, making him grin to himself in amusement before he focused back on his game.

His brother shook his head in amazement "is fuck you ..like your guys ‘okay’?" He wondered out loud. Having seen the both of them always swearing at each other with smiles on their faces. It was weird.

Cherrie just looked back at him in confusion "huh?"

He sighed loudly "it's a film- never mind. You two are weird." He stated in amusement, knowing he would never understand their dynamic . But his brother was happy, and that was all he cared about.

"do you like my brother Cherrie?” He decided to just go right ahead and ask her instead .

She looked at him, looked at Quinn then hid her grin behind her popcorn. "No. He sucks." She muttered.

Jack couldn't help himself "thought you were the sucker in your relationship." Earning himself a smack to his arm, he just giggled like a naughty child in return .

Rolling her eyes at him, she ignored the flush in her cheeks and replied quickly "their is no relationship. I don't like him. I don't care about him-." Obviously Lying through her teeth.

And Jack could only watch in absolute disbelief as Quinn got slammed against the boards by another player, watched the way Cherrie immediately jumped out of her seat in a rage.

"Fucking cunt!" She yelled loudly , scowling darkly as she watched him shove Quinn down again until he fell flat on his ass.

“Fucking get him Quinn! Break his legs!" She was a little too passionate.

Jack was tugging at the back of her jersey with a nervous laugh to get her to calm down as those surrounding them looking at them judgmentally.

Well. Looked at Cherrie banging on the glass telling his brother to pound the dickheads face in, getting creative with her ideas of revenge.

“ Cherrie! Shhh!" He giggled while Watching his brother shove the player back, snarling something at him.

He saw the other player respond and look their way, directly at Cherrie, knowing exactly who he was chirping about to get a rise of of his bier. He winced in sympathy for him .

The guy motioned towards Cherrie and smirked, muttering something to him. Then Quinn spat something back and threw off his gloves before slamming him to the floor, hitting him without any hesitation.

Cherrie yelled excitedly "woooh! That’s it baby!" Grinning widely as she watched the referee separate them.

Quinn still yelling shit at the other player. Then he looked towards them to see their reaction to his behaviour , saw Cherrie's proud smile and found his shoulders relaxing even as he skated towards the penalty box. Glad that she wasn’t pissed off or turned off by him fighting. Fighting back the twitch of his lips at how proud she looked as she gave him a thumbs up, eyes glittering.

As she finally retook her seat , there was a moment of amused silence between them as she fought back her breath from all her shouting .

Then finally "so. Don't care about him?" Jack repeated her words with a smug smirk on his face.

Cherrie just rolled her eyes with a easy Grin "shut up." Was all she could reply. 

Heart racing in her chest, unable to take her eyes off Quinn as she watched him pull off his helmet to wipe his face . Glaring angrily at the player still.

She then sighed in defeat.

Fucked. She was completely fucked.

Quinn rose a brow in surprise when he came out of the locker room to find Cherrie waiting for him , unable to stand still as she fidgeted with the sleeves of his jersey she was wearing.

Making him hide his grin behind his hand at the sight of her in his shirt , his number and name on her back. Feeling his heart race just at the sight of her there. Waiting for him.

God. It felt like a dream. Walking towards her and seeing her face light up for him.

She ran over to him as soon as she saw him coming , shaking her head with a loud exhale.

“That guy was a asshole!" She exclaimed . Shaking her head in amazement . Still filled with adrenaline from watching it all go down.

Quinn chuckled , grabbed her elbow and pulled her into his side as they passed some people to get down to a quieter corridor , leading towards the exit where his car was parked.

"Complete dick." He agreed easily before grinning as be recalled her yelling and her proud grin when he finally took him down. "You seemed to enjoy yourself." He said amused.

She tried to school her excitement but couldn't , instead she nudged him and grinned "I didn't know you had it in you."

Then she looked at him, really looked at him, wet hair from his quick shower , all rugged, roughened up and pretty.

Recalling the way he had slammed that guy to the ice, she blurted out before she could stop herself “that was really hot." Not regretting it either .

She wasn't the kind to back out. She was committed now, there was no turning back.

Quinn froze and tugged her to a stop , blinking down at her slowly as he wondered if he heard her right.

Inhaling deeply as he looked at her wide eyes and flushed cheeks , the way she couldn't take her eyes off him. Fingers squeezing his hip as she nudged him with a cheeky grin on her pretty face.

She meant it.

"Really?" He breathed out in shock "me?" He couldn't believe it. Even going as fair as pointing a finger at himself . Like there was anyone else around.

Cherrie just nodded her head, hooked her elbow through his and bit Down on her bottom lip till it hurt.

“Yeah. Kind of want to fuck you now." She told him bluntly , the only way she knew how.

She wasn't good at feelings. Wasn't the kind of girl to sit there and proclaim her love through poetic words and sweet gestures . That just wasn't who she was. That was Taylor swift’s job. Maybe she could sing a song to him later instead .

Quinn knew that. And He heard her loud and clear.

He went bright red, scratching at his burning neck sheepishly , his eyes darting to the ground, to Cherrie and then to the exit doors before darting back to her again.

He swallowed nervously "I mean- you can-" he stammered shyly "if you want to I mean- we could-"

She cut him off quickly "Yeah. I do want . You I mean." Eagerly tugging him along with her as her heart hammered away in her chest, belly hot and head spinning.

She wanted him so bad.

He nodded his head eagerly , letting out a overwhelmed laugh. "Yeah. Yeah. Cool. Okay-" he ran his free hand through his hair nervously

"home?" He muttered , breath catching in his throat when she looked over at him quietly for a moment

Then she shook her head with a soft smile and agreed quietly "home."

They barely managed to stumble to his car before Quinn was pushing her up against the door, body pressed tightly against her own as he leant his head down and kissed her.

Moaning against her mouth as he felt her slide her hand into his back pocket and squeeze his ass, roughly pulling his hips up against her own as she bit down on his bottom lip hotly.

"Shit. Fuck.." he breathed out , eyes dark as he panted breathlessly against her mouth. Pulling back to kiss down her neck, marking her , tongue soothing over the sting as he held her as close as could possibly be .

Dipping his head to kiss her again and again and again, he exhaled shakily "you know right?" He mumbled begween kisses.

Cupping the back of her neck and stroking her ear gently, heart feeling like it was too full too handle. Goosebumps breaking out on his skin when she pulled away just enough to smile up at him, lips now the same colour as her name that he muttered out in awe.

“Cherrie…”

She laughed breathlessly against his jaw, kissing up to his cheekbone as she ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at it until he was moaning aginst her mouth shamelessly .

"I do." She didn't give a shit anymore . Tough girl act gone out of the window.

All she felt was her heart racing beneath her skin , then the feeling of his hands slipping beneath her shirt and the trembling of his lips as he laid his heart out on her sleeve, for her to do whatever she wanted with it.

"You’re gonna be my Taylor coded boyfriend now Quinn. Alright?" She let him know.

Lips pressing all over his face , lipstick print covering his skin as she left a red stain on his heart. He didn't wipe it away, he planned to keep it there forever.

He laughed shyly against her, eyes fluttering with bliss as she kissed his eyelids , then kissed his nose, kissing downwards till she reached his lips again.

"Sounds cool." He mumbled , licking the roof of her mouth as they made out aginst his car like teenagers.he couldn't wait to get her home.

"Can I say it?" He whispered pleadingly , hand on her hip and the other in the back pocket of her shorts as he held her close to him.

Breathless , overwhelmed and utterly fucked in the best way. She smiled knowingly

"You can tell me everything." She said. Meaning it. She wasn’t afraid anymore.

He looked at her and knew, and he knew that she knew it too. It was there right from the start , when she had crashed onto his place , made it her own. When they had argued, had bickered, had pushed and shoved, and pulled at each other's hair and clothes . Had challenged and dared eachother to do it.

So he did "I love you." He admitted to her, honesty flowing as freely through him as his love for her did.

"I think I always will." He said. Kissing her again.

She laughed softly against his lips "I know." She hummed, eyes sparkling as she grinned up at him

“I love you too. Stupid thing for us to do huh?" She said.

He laughed breathlessly "so stupid. But- hockey player so.." he shrugged his shoulders jokingly as he pulled away from her.

Opened up the passenger seat door and kicked her ass with his foot, making her giggle as he nudged her into the seat. Laughing with her.

"What's your excuse?" He teased her as he ran around to his side of the car, slipping in and turning on the engine. He pulled up his phone and put in their playlist they had made in the bar.

She looked at him, looked at his shy smile and his rosy cheeks, his flustered laugh as he leant over to buckle her in.

She sighed happily "stupidity is contagious. Remember?" She simply replied.

He laughed as Taylor swift sounded from the speakers , both of their hands reaching out to turn it up as lover played loud and clear.

Cherrie shook her head with a playful wince "this is all Taylor's fault. I mean-it's like she plans it. You're my song. All those songs I've sang along to.." she groaned , head resting on his shoulder as she kissed him there. Wanting to be close.

“I was singing about you all along!"

Quinn picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles , then held it in his own. Sighing blissfully

"Actually. It's your brothers fault really." He muttered , chuckling in amusement at how the tables had turned. "He made me swear that I wouldn't fall in love with you." He told her.

Cherrie exhaled long and hard , sharing a amused glance with Quinn.

He tutted "I don't like being told what to do. So..it's all his fault."

She nodded her head along seriously "complete dick. All his fault."

He nodded too , grinning against her knuckles as he kissed her hand again just because he could now.

"Complete asshole."

"Fuck him."

"Fuck him."

She looked over at him slyly "fuck me?"

He smirked contently "for the rest of our lives."

It's been a long time coming but..

He wouldn't change a single thing. And they could put the blame on Taylor and her brother anyways.

#quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes oneshot #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #nhl fic #hockey oneshot #ice hockey imagine #hockey imagine

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RE2 Leon x Goth M!Reader ☆

⚠️: alcohol use

TW: none (I dont believe)

It was just your typical routine, you went out to one of your favourite shops to grab something before leaving yet unfortunantly you bump into someone, dropping your bag..

He looked up at you immediately and started profusely apologising whilest picking up your things off the ground, honestly at that point you were just a little shocked you weren't yelled at to 'watch it'.. "Im really sorry, I didn't see where I was going.." he mumbled, picking up your things and giving them to you, but before he did he looked right at you and his cheeks lightly glowed red, "Woah your make ups really cool!" He cut himself off, smiling.

You chuckle lightly, finally getting a chance to respond.. "Its fine and thank you- uhh" you didn't know his name regrettably, "Leon" he smiled at you, putting his hand out.. "Leon Kennedy" his smile somehow managed to grow wider, "Im Y/N.." you smile back at him, shaking his hand. After you both dropped your hands he speaks up, "Y/N's a pretty name.. but I wasn't lying about your make up can you do it on me?!" He was like a puppy almost, just so full of energy and so excited you could've sworn you saw a tail wagging behind him.. "Im a bit busy today but I can give you my number?" You smile at him softly, getting a sticky note from your bag and writing your number on it and a little bat drawing next to it.. he couldn't stop smiling and took the paper, putting it into his pocket.

"Thank you so much, you're really cool.." he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly whilest kicking the ground, "Thank you, but I really do need to head off" you chuckle in response, "Im free Saturday." You tell him before walking off and waving goodbye. He kept standing there like an excited puppy, just smiling hard until you were out of his view so he could make his way to where ever he was headed.

Friday.

It was Friday, a day before your next encounter with 'Leon'. You managed to rub the sleep from your eyes since it was around 3am before getting a notification on your phone.. It was a new number and all it wrote was, "Hey its Leon, sorry for the late message:'C Is this Y/N?" 'He uses emoticons? Thats cute' you thought to yourself before replying to him saying that it was fine and that yeah its you.

You kept messaging for awhile just talking about the new remake of the game Evil Residence, you were always a big fan of the originals and turns out so was he. You never thought you'd get on so well with a man you bumped into on the street.. but you could definitely say you were gonna enjoy hanging out with him tomorrow. You found out he was a rookie cop and it was his first day TODAY even though it was already 5 in the morning, you laughed at him and told him to sleep for the next hour just so he can have some sort of energy.. 'Actually texting you has made me pretty hyper so im okay(^w^)'... you re-read the message a few times wondering how to respond, 'doesn't matter! You still need your beauty sleep.' You argued, chuckling on your bed.. 'Finee(╥﹏╥) I'll see you tomorrow:D' he finally agreed, so you both went to bed. You laid there awhile just thinking of tomorrow, smiling to yourself and giggling.. you both kept messaging through out the day when he was on break or just taking a sneaky peek at his phone to see if you'd messaged him, which you always were. You could confidently say you were excited to hang out with him tomorrow, including the other things you both wanted to do.

Saturday.

You both accidently did it again, staying up until 6am calling and messaging.. you agreed he'd come over at 11am with the drinks, you both decided that having a few drinks together and watching a movie would be great.

11:12 am

There's a knock on the door, you already know who it is, you run over to the door and open it, a smile already plastered on you're face. "12 minutes late" you chuckle, staring down Leon sarcastically, "Oh come on, I had to get the very specific whiskey you wanted.. its hard to find!" He laughed at you, holding 2 bottles of Diageo Whiskey whilest you had already stocked up on 3 bottles of Coke. "Diego or whatever it is wasn't easy to find.." he mumbled, walking inside your apartment, you laugh at him before correcting him about the name, "Its Diageo not 'Diego'". After coming in, pouring yourselves a nice mix of Whiskey and Coke you both finally sat down and agreed to watch *Halloween*, Rob Zombies specifically since Leon argued it was the best one, "I love the Halloween movies.." he whispers smiling at the TV, as the day went on and you continued watching more of the Halloween movies before you knew it it was already 9pm, and you both had downed a bottle of the whiskey with only 1 remainder not to mention drunk.. Leon was on the verge of passing put while you were enjoying the movie, you felt a weight shift onto your shoulder.. it was Leon, and he was out cold. You chuckle to yourself quietly before wrapping your arm around him and bringing him in closer.

The movie finished and Leon was still out like a light, you sigh and gently get up.. laying him on the couch and grabbing one of the square pillows and putting it under his head aswell as a spare blanket. You give yourself a quick pat on the back for helping this drunk get more comfortable.

You start to walk off with the idea of heading to bed and checking up on him in the morning.. that was before you felt someone grab your wrist. Leon was still half asleep, mumbling.. "dont.. dont go." His eyes were still shut, and maybe it was the alcohol that made you stay.. you stood there for a few seconds before he pulled you onto the couch with him.. almost immediately wrapping his arms and legs around you with his head digging into your chest.. "Leon?" You whisper, in hopes to not disturb him much.. he grumbled in response, "Do you want me to stay?" You ask again, your eyes drooping due to the long night behind you, he shook his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and laid for awhile before finally falling asleep, with Leon in your arms..

DONE!! IM SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING OMFG. I MIGHT MAKE A PART 2 IF ITS HIGHLY DEMANDED LMAO:3

#m!reader #x male reader #gay #leon x m!reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy #re2r leon #re2 remake

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Beel comforts reader who bakes when anxious

Beel x gn!reader

Summary: Lucifer tells you the night before about an important events and you anxiosly bake yourself to exhaustion while venting to beel and end up fall asleep in his arms.

Word count: 802

Warnings: tears?, I wrote this at 3am, I haven't played in months

The sweet smell of baked goods wafted through the Hall of Lamentation through the night. The only proof that those pastries, cookies, and cakes existed were the crumbs sprinkling the floor and coating Beel's face. Your heart raced as they mixed more batter up and placed spoonfuls on the cookie sheet.

Lucifer had decided to tell you the night before that an event in their honor was happening today. He had hoped it would help your anxiety to tell you last minute but had unfortunately not accounted for the lack of sleep it would cause.

While the other brothers were sound asleep Beel was sitting at the island as you rushed around trying to keep track of your chilling dough in the fridge, your cake in the oven, and the recipe in front of you. Words spill out of your mouth, venting to Beel in frustration. 

Crumbs spill from the corners of his mouth as he responds to your sleepy sentences. His stomach growls as the oven timer dings. Hearing the sound your shoulders tense. You just want to sleep. Just fucking sleep, thats all you ask for. 

Tears well in your eyes as the sleep deprivation catches you, bottom lip quivering as you gently grab the cake pan from the oven. 

Your shoulders shake with the poorly hidden sobs and the pan briefly clatters onto the counter. Beel rises from his stool, eyes curious and head cocked like a puppy. He places his hand on your shoulder and turns you to face him. Your eyes meet him and you crumble into him. 

Cookie crumbs dug into your cheek but you couldn't care less. You just want to sleep.

Beel panics but decides to carry you to the couch. He knew how tired you must be, no sleep and baking through the night with no break.

Beel sits down, setting you next to him and curling you into his arms. His anger builds towards Lucifer with every drop that meets his skin. How could he possibly think that this was the way to tell you about something so important? 

He wanted to understand his brother, be the understanding one once again, but how could Lucifer possibly think this was the way to go? 

Beel's warm hands rub your arms, hoping it'd soothe you even for a second. As more tears fall from your eyes he can't help but wonder how dehydrated you must be. Humans do need water, don't they? And you've been sweating and crying all night. A strike of panic goes down his spine and he lifts your body back into his arms.

He holds you close to his chest as he makes his way back to the kitchen. Shocked at the cold tile on his bare feet. Beel softly sits you down on the counter and rushes to get you water. 

You look at him in confusion when his warmth leaves. "What are you doing?" you ask, wincing at your hoarse voice.

Beel turns to you when the glass has been filled, "Humans need water and you're losing a lot." 

A huff of a laugh escapes your lips as you take the glass of water, a stray tear falls again but Beel catches it on his thumb before it could make it that far down your cheeks.

You raise your glass to your lips and only when the cool water hits your tongue do you realize how truly thirsty you were. You quickly chug the glass and place it next to you on the counter.

"God, I wanna murder Lucifer right now." your eyes meet Beels pink and purple eyes. He never admit but in that moment so did he.

"You can do that in the morning MC, you need sleep." Beel almost pleads like he's been doing for hours. Hoping each time that this attempt would convince you 

A burst of affection hits his chest as your heavy eyes start to fall ever so slightly. You softly nodded and reached out for him, for his warmth, his love. 

He, like every time before and every chance he'll get in the future, wrapped you tightly in his arms. You slowly fell to the calls of sleep on the journey to your room. 

Beel pulled you on top of himself on the bed and laid you head on his heart. Where he knew you would always live, long after you were gone.

He pulled his DDD from his pocket and sent a quick text to the HOL group explaining everything briefly, throwing subtle shade at Lucifer. Beel muted his DDD and placed it on your nightstand. His arms wrapped back around you and he nuzzled his nose in your hair.

He wanted to scream at Lucifer but he'd be lying if he said he didn't cherish every second you were in his arms.

#om! beelzebub #beel x reader #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub x mc #obey me beel x mc #obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me angst #obey me fandom #obey me lucifer #obey me

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midnight blues ㅡ park hanbin

park hanbin x gn!reader

requested : park hanbin comforts reader when their midnights thoughts make them feel like they're not good enough.

genre : fluff, angst

for my 🐻 anon <3

the clock striked twelve hours ago and outside, the night was already at its darker state. you were left alone in your thoughts. you didn't if you were just going through some hard times, maybe it was the accumulation of small events that made you feel like this.

the lights in your room were turned off and you were laying on your back. the only light in the room was coming from the screen of your phone, held in your hands as you were looking at it with hesitation. a message discussion with your boyfriend, park hanbin, was opened on the screen. you wrote a text but you didn't know if you should send it. you already felt like a burden tonight, and you didn't want to feel like this even more.

it was one of those nights, where you couldn't found sleep, and your thoughts got the best of you. were you enough? were you failing in what you were doing in life? were you deserving of love? even if you were, did anybody actually loved you?

the last question made you think about him. you finally pressed send.

hanbin are you sleeping?

after two minutes on delivered, you figured he was asleep, but suddenly, the message marked read. you saw he was typing for a few seconds, then he stopped. incoming call. you picked up.

"why are you not sleeping? it's 3am" hanbin asked with worry in his voice.

"did i wake you up?" you answered.

"don't worry about that i was awake already. i went to drink water."

"i'm sorry, you can go back to sleep."

"is everything okay?"

his question made you hold your breath. what were you supposed to say? you'd feel like an attention seeker if you ever said no, plus it was just hard to answer this when someone asked you if you were okay. and what would he do if you said you weren't fine? comfort you?

that's actually the reason why you called him, and he did it already in the past, but the pressure on your shoulders that night made you insecure about him as well.

when he saw you took time to answer, he understood something was wrong.

"i'll be there in 15. you can wait for me, right?"

a knot formed itself in your throat, trying not to cry when he said that. you nodded like he could see you, "yes, i'll wait". before you could say thank you, hanbin hanged up.

you sighed in relief and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. he wasn't here yet but part of the weight on your shoulder was gone. with the back of your hand, you wiped away the tears on your face and got up to wait for him in the living room. after 15 minutes, just like he said, hanbin was at your door and texted you to open it to him. you did and found him there with a big smile. you couldn't help but smile as well.

when he got into your apartment, he stand behind you and let you close the door with the key. when you were done with that, his arms immediatly wrapped around your body from behind, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you temple. his lips trailed down to your cheeks, then your jaw, and finally you neck, before he hid his face in the crook of your neck. "did you miss me?" he asked, his voice muffled by his lips against your skin. you nodded, not able to talk because you knew you'll just end up crying. "missed you too", he said.

he pulled apart from you, taking your hand gently. hanbin analyzed your face, marked by tiredness, and despite the dim lights, he could easily see you were trying not to cry.

"should we go to your room? we'll talk about it here." once again, you didn't say anything, nodding silently. hanbin decided to pick you up, bridal style, making you laugh because you didn't expect it. with how much he came to your place, the boy knew the way to your bedroom, so he had no problem even in the dark to take you there.

softly, hanbin made you lay on the bed. he took off his jacket and his shoes before crawling to you. his body below yours, his two hands were on both side of your body, caging you. his face got closer to you as he went to pepper your face with kisses. a smile finally appeared on your face, making him smile as well. with one of his hand, he pushed the hair strands that were falling on your face back in their place. hanbin put his hand behind your neck, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"so, you'd like to tell me what's wrong or do you just want to rest?" he said with the comforting smile. he didn't want to look too worried because he knew it would make you feel bad, but he made sure you could see he was really interested in your feelings and willing to listen and comfort you. you looked away.

"you know, midnight blues. i just feel like i don't know what i'm doing, i'm not doing anything right, and i'm just not good enough."

"but you're more than enough though."

"you think so?"

hanbin finally lied next to you. he tapped on his chest, ordering you to lay on it. you did, resting your head and your hand on his torso as his went to play with your hair.

"you know, i couldn't wish for anyone better than you. i'm pretty sure i'll never love someone as much as i love you". you restrained a smile as your fingers traced random shapes on his chest.

"i'm afraid it's just words." you said in a quiet voice.

"it's not! no one gets me like you do. you take well care of me and you always make me feel good. i love spending time with you even if we do nothing. you're being hard on yourself but i promise i wouldn't change you for anything. you're just perfect like that."

you didn't know what to say nor what to do. you just burried your face in his neck, finally letting hot tears rolled down your eyes and wetting the skin of his neck. hanbin just held you closer.

"thank you, you don't know how much i needed to hear that."

"don't doubt yourself, okay? and don't doubt me."

after about 20 minutes, you ended up falling asleep under his touch, still over him. hanbin knew you couldn't hear that, but he said it to the darkness in your room anyways.

"i love you."

for with every new dawn comes a new day, and the night soon fade away. as the sun started to rise and shine through your curtains, curled up to your lover, you knew you will wake up feeling worthy and strong. because you are enough.

#zerobaseonefics #boys planet #boys planet fics #boys planet imagines #boys planet reactions #kpop #boys planet drabbles #boys planet trainees #park hanbin #park hanbin x reader #park hanbin fluff #park hanbin imagine #park hanbin drabbles

[theallenshorefangirl]

    After the Tapes Chapter 4

((TW burns,panic attacks, it's a sad chapter)) I wrote this at 3 am due to inspiration strike so sorry if it's bad @voidwritesstuff it was i kid you not 3am when I sped wrote this eo yeah again sorry if it's bad chapter I'll make up for it with chapter 5 and chapter 9 of Agent Rainbow's Daycare but this chapter is a mini focus on Zoe so......

As a storm rolled in,every few weeks they have trash to burn.And every time someone is tasked to take it out and burn it.Due to they didn't want Mayer finding them through their trash,since they had names on the letters or junk mail they throw out.And that night it was Zoe's night to burn trash.

She took a deep breath as she pulled her hair up,a wave of fear of the storm coming. It didn't look pretty."Come on burn faster,I don't want to get struck by lightning!?" As thunder rolled and a surprise close to her lightning bolt far away startled her to fall backwards right into the still burning trash pile."Fuck it burns!? 

…..DESMOND,JERICO LUCAS, ANYONE HELP!?" Her shirt was caught on a metal spike that was caught in the back near the collar of her shirt.

Lucas and Jerico both came running outside as fast as they could with a bucket of water.Lucas quickly grabs Zoe out as Jerico tossed the bucket of water on Z and the trash pile."What happened?" Lucas carefully picked her up and carefully took her into the house and into a tub of cold water,causing Z to fling her head back crying and sobbing."I was burning the trash and..and I heard the thunder and the lightning struck a few good feet away and ... .I slipped backwards and I couldn't get up due to something caught my shirt.`` Zoe hugged her knees tightly."Jerico, do you think you can help her? I'll be back,I need to find that bottle of Aloe for the burns." Jerico nods."At least we came before it got worse, let's see." Jerico gets the medical book and looks til they find the section on burns."Oh a second degree,not good,stay here I'll get you pjs.Just carefully take a cold shower and don't use soap on your back,you need to get the soot and smoke smell off,Alright.I'll be quick." Jerico left and shut the door."Lucas, did you find the Aloe,I'm getting Z some clothes,she got holes in her favorite clothes." 

Jerico picked out from Zoe's closet a gray t-shirt with a pair of soft dark purple pj pants."Allen, where is the aloe? We need it." Allen carefully standing on the makeshift crutches pointed to the drawer on his nightstand."I keep it there in case I get a sore burn from tossing and turning on my bed." Lucas nodded and handed the bottle to Jerico."Here, use the bandages to wrap up all the spots. It may be weird but it will help her." 

He placed his hand on their shoulder trying to comfort Jerico.After knocking on the door and handing her the clothes,Jerico waited and came in to help Z place the Aloe on the burns and slowly and to carefully wrap them up.Jerico escorted Zoe to bed."Here you rest up and when dinner is ready I'll let you know ok.Don't worry the storm is just a small one you will be ok." 

Zoe nodded as she drifted off to sleep on the floor on the bed in the corner of Allen's room.Allen came in for his nap as well,and crashed on the bed already asleep.

Zoe's nightmare:it was around the time of the accident but it felt all so different but it felt so real.She was back at the lighthouse but she could hear a person behind her that wasn't there before."Reliving the thought that you could have gotten hurt along with your friend is so cute." The man's voice was rough like sandpaper and something dripped on her shoulder that made her turn back to see the figure.It was Agent Rainbow."You….I saw you,you're the asshole who was in my consciousness when I was my shadow self! You're the one I kept seeing during the night of the accident when those men in black paced outside the place.I knew I wasn't crazy." Zoe glared at the government spook."Rainbow laughed and stood with his arms out."Oh guess what dear look at your surroundings now,watch your back,oh I'm sorry did I hurt your feelings." Rainbow gave her an uncomfortable glare that gave her a pit in her stomach."What are you doing?" She fell backwards as she noticed where she was at."Oh you know I want to see what you would have done in his position…in a burning building." Rainbow had the flare in his hand,She quickly got up to grab it but,the dream quickly changed to something else,something darker.It was a auditorium and other shadow forms was there and she was not herself but was the Sorrow.The projector in the back was playing a memory of hers of why she ran off.It looked like they all judged her with a look of disappointment on there's faces. And Rainbow spoke loud and clearly.

"Give her a round of applause for being so dramatic over something so little,she ran away,oh boo hoo,and then you pulled in your unwanted attention to your friends and well some even died because of you.tsk tsk tsk,how sad it's your fault." Rainbow made the guilt rise in Sorrow she stumbled backwards but they all surrounded her,they all said things back that was like bitter chocolate causing her to cry,causing her to stutter."but I didn't do anything wrong ... .it's not my fault it's the chemical you got to believe in me,I didn't cause anything." Sorrow pleaded but they all yelled louder at her."Then let's repay her for what she has done." Rainbow dragged her to a replica house that looked like Allen and he lit the place ablaze with a flare,and Sorrow tried to escape but there were no windows and they all watched."No please…..Someone please!" She pleaded.

As Zoe started to cry in her sleep Allen heard her cry and pleaded for help. It was one of those nightmares.He carefully got up and sat next to the bed on the floor,trying to wake her up."Zoe wake up,it's not real." He carefully shook her but,she started to heavily breath and her hands started to shake rapidly."Zoe wake up,please wake up your getting overwhelmed please wake up." Allen began to worry,til Zoe shot up with tears and looked around."B..but the place it was on fire and your Shade form hated me and everyone else and I seen Agent Rainbow and he did mean things and…and it was horrible." Zoe sobs as Allen pulled her in carefully for a hug."None of that is real. I'm still here and I care about you,you're like my little sister,and I'll do everything that I can to help you,I promise." Allen gave her a reassuring and caring smile"What wrong what happened." The half away Desmond popped in wearing his full cat onesie."She had a nightmare about that Agent Rainbow person, whoever that is?" Desmond looked at him with a look of terror."Zoe…..You saw Agent Rainbow." Zoe nodded with tears flowing from her face."Yeah he was mean and said mean things that made me feel horrible." She clutched her chest as she looked pale as a ghost."Rainbow is not a nice person, he's a 100% grade A asshole I tell you,don't believe anything he says to you he's trying to get to you.Don't let him." Desmond gave a look of concern before heading back to rest.The smell of food from the kitchen got bot of their attention but Allen decided to stay by and let Zoe rest on his shoulder than get up.She went back to sleep but she felt safer clutching Allen's arm to make sure he was there."It's ok I got you." Jerico popped in and gave him a bowl of spicy chicken and some kinda cheese sauce which was surprisingly good.It was around 11 pm when Zoe woke up.Allen kindly made her some chicken noodle soup and some grilled cheese,which made her smile."Eat up and we can watch the rain.It should sooth us." Zoe did just that and Allen got the large blanket from his bed and lays one side of the blanket on Zoe's shoulder,and the other on his shoulder and they watched the rain fall for hours.It was around morning and Lucas found them both asleep upright at the window."They must have watched the storm and dozed off." Lucas said he went to cook breakfast as the crack of dawn showed through the window.

To Be Continued

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[masterwords]

✨ 2022 Writing Year In Review ✨

Many thanks to @spencer-reids-adventures and @domestikhighway58 for tagging me here. <3 Pretend I'm doing this on time...I spent ALL DAY yesterday at a children's wrestling tournament (seriously, 10 hours in a high school gym with hundreds of people...I can feel all the germs invading my body as we speak) so I didn't have the lifeforce remaining to use my brain. (This got long so I put most of it under a cut.)

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 85! Holy moly.

2. Word count posted for the year: 470,122

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Criminal Minds, The Punisher (sort of...I shipped Frank Castle with Hotch so...) & Fargo

4. Pairings: AHAHAAA! Oh. Okay. Hotch/Morgan. .... ......... I did write a small amount of Hotch/Blackwolf, Hotch/Will and Hotch/Reid. But let's be real here. I am an OTP girl and Hotch & Morgan are married in my mind.

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Catching Sparks

Bookmarks: missing pieces of sleep, but a close second and non-collab was Catching Sparks.

Comments: missing pieces of sleep, but a close second and non-collab was Running Toward Nothing.

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

Probably Running Toward Nothing, because it was hard for me to finish. It took so many twists and turns, and I didn't plan it out well enough (story of my life)...it was written for a challenge, and it was not at all what I imagined it would be when I started. But I also wound up really loving it by the end.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

Cold Hands. Hotch/Reid isn't my ship already and I just felt very...like I could have done better. I don't dislike the story but I don't feel very proud of it either.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

By far, my favorite was @olivinesea putting me in jail repeatedly for The Silence Drowns (a different take on the Foyet arc).

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

May/June/July. Something about that 3 month span, my kids in baseball, I don't know. I couldn't write shit and it was stressing me out. Thankfully it came back to me eventually.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: 

Writing Foyet the way I did in The Silence Drowns was really an experience, focusing so hard on his POV, devoting entire chapters to how he did what he did and what he did when we didn't see him...that was really fun. And flipping the switch on Reid and turning him into the antagonist while also royally fucking up his life in Running Toward Nothing was interesting too.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

He moved slow, still half-asleep. One rrrrrrip and he tore into the tissue to reveal a soft blanket. Too soft. Velvety, thick, plush. He couldn't make out the strange array of colors and buried his fist inside of it in order to pull it out. The bag and tissue paper were quickly discarded, and Derek reached out to grab the bottom two corners, helping move this along faster. He really had to go. Quickly, he splayed the blanket out over the bed. It was huge and almost impossible in the dark and from Hotch's angle to make out the pattern at first.

Derek grinned proudly the moment he caught the realization on Hotch's stiff features. “Is that...your face?”

“Sure is,” Derek announced, pushing the tissue paper back into the bag and tossing it aside. “So you won't forget me while I'm gone.”

Hotch raised an eyebrow. “Do you think that's likely to happen?” He had abdominal surgery, not brain surgery. He'd been trying to be gentle with Derek since it happened, the man was pulling double duty as Unit Chief and primary caregiver, burning the candle at both ends. In some ways, Hotch was glad they had a case that would take him out of town, maybe he'd get a break. He could focus entirely on the job and not worry about how Hotch was going to get from the bed to the toilet and back at 3am. Having the catheter had removed the need for that step but it was fleeting. He was on his own now. He was also doing just fine, he thought. No falls, a couple of near misses but he'd caught himself each time.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” Hotch replied quietly, smoothing it beneath slow hands. He was losing the battle with his tired body. “It's beautiful.” It was. In that way that heartfelt things often were, their beauty didn't lie in aesthetics. He wouldn't put this blanket on display in the front room, perhaps, but he adored it nonetheless. "It'll keep me warm as I convalesce." He'd been using that word a lot in the last few days, Derek noted. It was his boredom talking, finding ways to make light of his situation in order to soften the blow that he could barely manage a walk from his bed to the kitchen without being significantly winded and ready for a nap. He'd been refining new jokes, mostly biting sarcasm that came out a little slow but didn't sting any less. Jess was the recipient more often than Derek, being around more. He'd dare her to steal the blanket, just to see, but he was pretty sure she wasn't going to try it. Not with Derek's enormous face right there. Derek managed to create the one thing she'd stay far away from. She was probably going to call it creepy.

“As you convalesce, huh?"

Hotch nodded and smiled, smoothing his hands over the soft fabric. He was so out of it. Derek didn't mind. He was struggling with this slower lifestyle, something he'd be at for the next few weeks. A few more days and the staples could come out, after that he thought things would get better. Maybe speed up a bit. Slowing down wasn't in the Hotch playbook of life, but he was dealing.

From Convalesce

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: 

I'm not sure I did until the end when I realized I didn't need to over-think editing quite so much, and I should really just have fun. I spent most of the year stressing out over it and not enjoying it as much as usual. No more of that. I also decided that I don't mind so much being a one trick pony. I want to write about Hotch/Morgan more than anything else and I gave myself permission to just indulge it as often as I felt like it.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I hope to detach my worth as a writer from the interaction I receive. I do my best to maintain that mindset, and I hope to settle in better with it.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): 

I mean, I probably should just simplify this and say it was Hotch & Morgan, really. Nearly everything I wrote this year centered around those two so I think I would be remiss not to acknowledge them as the muses they are. All of my friends, all of you incredible amazing writers I am fortunate enough to consider my friends...you have all influenced me positively. I can never thank you enough.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Uh..hahaha! Yeah. I included lots of sports dad/coach moments, a lot of Jack because of my kids, you know...that kind of thing. Nothing huge...but this? Yeah. My life.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

You can focus less on editing. Don't edit at the expense of posting your stories, yo. Don't overthink it.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I'm looking forward to actually finishing a bunch of these multi-chapter stories that I've been dragging out forever. Writing more with @domestikhighway58 on our Hotch/Reid story, diving in to the SWAT and retired in Chicago series more...so much.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

@eldrai @olivinesea and anyone else who really wants to fill this out!

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Ik heb in 2022 49 keer iets geplaatst

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18 berichten gereblogd (37%)

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Ik heb 34 van mijn berichten getagd in 2022

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#5

Time to watch Doctor strange in the Multiverse of Madness 🥳🥳

164 notities - Geplaatst 4 mei 2022

#4

A/n: Little blurb from a bigger story I wrote. Essential to know, y/n is Mavericks daughter. Rooster was her bestfriend growing up but he cut off all contact when Maverick pulled his papers.

Y/n quickly got in between the two men, stopping Rooster from getting his hands on Hangman. She pushed Hangman out of the room towards the changing rooms when Rooster was pulled away by the others. “Calm down Fox it was just a joke.” He tried brushing it off. “Getting someone’s dead father involved is not a joke, Jake. You know that.” She shook her head. She knew how it still hurt Rooster thinking about the death of Goose. “I know you want to look like an asshole but not like this. Come on.” “I know, I know.” He realized all too well that he went over the line. “Then why Jake.” She sat down on the bench Jake sat down next to her “He deserves it.” “Why? Because he has beaten you a couple times? Because you lost an award, one time or another.” “Because he put you through hell!” He blurred out. “What?” “The moment I saw the two of you at the hard deck I knew something was up. When I saw that picture of Maverick and his father this morning... one and one equals two. He is the one who cut you off, who put you through hell.” “Jake…” “No he hurts you, I hurt him. That's how this works” “I can fight my own battles, you know that.” “I know, but I’m your wingman. I protect you and I have your back.” “Besides my wingman you are also a bit of an idiot Jake. “ “I know.” “But at least you are my idot.” She leaned her head on his shoulder “Just don’t do that again, okay.” “I won’t, but I’m not going to stop challenging him.” “You wouldn’t be you if you would. Just apologize to him.” “I’ll try.” “That’s all I ask.”

166 notities - Geplaatst 26 juli 2022

#3

A/n: coping with my own sleepless night with this little drabble.

Summary: The reader can't sleep after troubles with her best friend, Rooster tries to assure her

Rooster x femreader

Y/n looked at her alarmclock once again, 3am and she still hadn't had a minute of sleep. She was in her head and couldn't let go of it. She had tried not to turn to much and let Rooster enjoy his peaceful slumber, but failed to do so. She felt his arms wrap around her waist, softly pulling her closer to him "What is that beautiful head worrying about now?" He mumbled with a sleepy voice

"It's nothing, go back to sleep." She tried to assure him. Being in Roosters arms was normally enough to keep her mind from spinning but it wasn't tonight.

"It's not nothing if you keep tossing and turning until 3am."

"Sorry, I didn't want to keep you awake. I can go to the couch."

"Babe, you are not sleeping on the couch. Talk to me." He tried again, his voice a lot more awake now

"Am I someone you can talk to?"

"What?" He wasn't sure if it was because it was the middle of the night, but he had a hard time understanding the question

"If you have problems or missing your parents, do you feel like you can talk to me?"

"Of course, do I give you the feeling I don't?"

"No not you." Y/n got out his arms, causing him to make a little whining noice, and sat a little up in bed "It's Leila."

Rooster turned around and flicked on the light on the nightstand before turning back to her "Is she alright?"

"She is now, but she was upset about her grandma passing. Which is completely understandable of course. But she didn't want to talk to me about it." It left her feeling uneasy, y/n was not much of a talker herself. But she wanted to be there for her friends, for her family, for Rooster. What if they didn't feel like she was.

"Leila has never been much of a talker has she?"

"Not really, I know her since highschool but her she always keeps her problems a bit on the downlow. Normally I see through that pretty quickly..."

"But this time you didn't." Rooster added.

Y/n nodded "Maybe it's my fault."

"It's not your fault, you can't force people to talk to you."

"I know, but I didn't notice it either." She was fidgeting with the edge of the duvet, but Rooster placed his hand on top of hers to make her stop

"She knows she can talk to you. Leila knows that if there is something wrong she can come to you. Just because you missed it one time doesn't mean you are suddenly the problem. Sometimes people need to find their own way to cope and you can't always help them."

"I don't like that."

"I know, because you care to much about your friends. Not only about them about your family, about me." Rooster pressed a kiss on her hands "None of us will ever think you don't have time for us or that we can't speak to you about something. But let them come to you Babe."

Y/n opened her mouth to say something else again, but decided against it "Maybe you are right."

"I think so too." Rooster decided "Now come lay down with me again? Or I won't be able to sleep either." He flicked the light of and got settled

"Fine." She lay down again and settled into his arms, her head laying on his chest listening to the sound of heartbeat.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you to Rooster."

169 notities - Geplaatst 17 juni 2022

#2

I just watched the new Black Panther movie and oh my goodness. It was once again so good, emotional but so good.

If anyone has request for black panther, send them in. Can't promise in which time frame I'll be abke to write them, but send them in

253 notities - Geplaatst 10 november 2022

Mijn #1-bericht van 2022

A/n: a short drabbel, possesive Jake. It's one of the many ideas I have for a Jake × nurse!reader serie.

A quite night with just the two of them was rare, with the jobs they had. But it made them that much more appreciative of the ones they did have. Jake was already picking out a movie as y/n went to change into something more comfortable. She pulled out the first oversized shirt she found and pair of comfortable shorts.

"I know it's a little late for Halloween movies but we could..." Jake forgot to finish his sentence when he saw her in that outfit. Where it was normally followed by a compliment or avances that would lead anywhere but a movie, this time it was followed by something that would be better descripted as disgust.

"What is that?" He pointed at the shirt

"What?" Y/n looked down a bit confused by what he was pointing at.

"That shirt."

"You will have to be a little more specific then that Jake." She tried to make sense of his reaction

"That is a guy shirt."

"Very good observation." She slowly agreed

"It's a guys shirt, but it's not one of mine." He pointed out the obvious.

"No it's Roosters."

"Oh hell no."

"Jake, what..." He had gotten up from the couch and started dragging her back to the bedroom. "Jake what are you doing?" She questioned when he started to take off his shirt. "Not that I'm complaining."

"My girl will not wear the shirt of a guy that is not me, especially not Bradshaws. Hand it over." He held out his hand

"Don't you think you are overreacting a little bit?"

"I can take it off you aswell, but then Rooster won't have a shirt anymore."

"Fine." She gave in and changed Roosters shirt for that off Jake. "But what will you wear."

"Nothing, just like you like it."

"I could just take one of my own shirts." She tried, already knowing the answer

"Not a chance, you look far to hot in my shirt."

965 notities - Geplaatst 5 november 2022

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[oncetherenowhere]

This week's been another shit show. Every week has been a shit show. I woke up at 3am, couldn't sleep, and had the realization that, for the past four months, every single week has brought me a new scrap of bad news. People dying. People getting sick. Friends leaving. Family drama, revelations. Crisis, crisis, crisis! And...really none of it has been my fault. It's just life. Bad luck of the draw.

Still. No wonder I've been having the worst few months of my life. Every single week has been a jack-in-the-box of bullshit. This week's bullshit? Revelations about my job that have tarnished it for me. I'm looking for new work. Not quitting until I get a new job...I need money. All the fulfillment and satisfaction I felt in my position has left.

I feel completely trapped in my everyday life. H thinks I should consider starting a new career, but how? Baking is the only thing I'm good at. I'm a damn good baker. My job was, like...the thing I clung to. I don't even want to say what happened, because it's complicated, but I just don't think I can do it again.

I love baking, but the environment of professional kitchens...I can't handle them anymore. I used to be able to. People say you get used to things as you get older, but the opposite seems to be true for me. I feel more sensitive than ever. I feel raw, like anything that even slightly touches me will sting. I can't put up with raised voices anymore.

H tells me to show myself kindness. I was in a heap yesterday, and he was so sweet to me. I think he's right, about the career thing. Baking feels like the only thing I'm good at, but once upon a time, I wanted to do so much...I had such big dreams. I settled into baking because I'm good at it, and I like making people happy. When I bake for people and see their reactions, it fills my heart with joy. So, I thought, hey, why not make this my career? Nothing else has panned out for me, and I seem to work best in the service of others.

H went to school for computer science. He landed a great job that he feels fine about. It isn't his passion, but he likes what he does, and it gives him enough space to work on his actual passion projects in the meantime. You should see the things this man makes...his MIND, I swear to you, it's AMAZING. He's got this amazing mixture of creativity and practicality...he breathes life into the worlds he creates. It's one of the things I first loved about him, back when we were both eighteen. He told me stories that I thought were already published, they were so good and well-rounded.

I used to be a writer. It used to be my dream. When I was a kid, I wrote every single day. I filled notebooks with stories, world building, characters...my dream was to draw comics. Remember how I wrote about how I was being bullied? I left a notebook on my desk one day by accident. My bullies read it, and humiliated me. Even the teachers made fun of me. They tore out pages from it, and the teacher there at the time threw the rest out in the trash.

I still wrote, but only in secret. Only at home, and even then, I was careful, because my parents went through my things. I went through insane measures to hide everything. At some point, it became exhausting.

A few years ago, I started writing again...but I never show anything to anyone. Except H. Sometimes.

I still have this stupid dream of making comics. I've written out scripts, ideas, plots...my art skills aren't great. I used to practice.

I've thought about getting back into it. For real. Drawing every day. Practicing anatomy, perspective, shading. I just get so sad. I imagine hoards of people tearing my work to shreds.

I know, I know. I know how this sounds. Trust me, I've viewed these feelings from more angles than I'm writing down.

I just...need something.

I might do what H did. Get my certificate in something that lets me work remote...dedicate myself to my hobbies in my free time. It would take a while to accomplish, but the time will pass anyways, right? I just don't think what I'm doing is sustainable. I keep being scared I'm too old, but I'm only 27. That's so young, in the grand scheme of things. That's what my step-dad told me a while back.

"You feel like you're spinning your wheels in the mud, don't you?" He said to me. "I felt the same way at your age. Hell, I felt the same way in my 30s. You just gotta keep at it."

It's pretty encouraging. Comforting, I guess.

Fuck. It feels so good to write here. I have nobody else to talk to. I've got H, obviously, but it isn't healthy to dump everything on your spouse constantly. I've got a therapist, who...I'm still getting comfortable with. I've got my mom, now, too...she figured out something was wrong when I went silent again. I'm glad she reached out. The two of us used to have a pretty bad relationship, but she came a long way in my 20s, and put in a lot of work to repair things. I respect that. I appreciate it. There were so many times in my teen years and early 20s when I needed her...it's nice to have her now.

Hey, that's three people! Three people, and this blog. Maybe it isn't so bad. Ugh. I think it'll all be okay. I've just got a lot of big feelings.

#journal

[tatakaebomb]

The Veronica trend on tiktok got my brain running SO, can I request a crazy!ex!Toji smut where he shows up banging at your door in the middle of the night after he arrived home from work only to see your things gone. He tracked you down fast and starts banging at the door to let him in or he’ll break it. His s/o a little bit softer so she’s scared and let’s him in. A little bit of dark content like dub con but if your uncomfortable writing that, making it consensual is good too! Whatever you’re comfortable with :) oh and can Ren write this one ? Thank you + love all your work!!

ANON. THANK YOU.

This trend has had me in a chokehold for the past week, and i was literally just thinking about writing something inspired by it, Toji is perfect for it n i can totally see it LMAO hope you enjoy <3

- Ren

tw: psycho ex! Toji, dub con, slight hints of voice kink, toxic relationship (ofc), few pet names, size kink if you squint, one instance of degrading, rough sex against the wall, he’s just possessive and hot tbh

NSFW 18+

wc: 1k

p.s.

please ignore small typos *if you do happen to find any*,

i wrote this impulsively at 4AM - spare me lol

You’ve finally had enough, enough of Toji failing to treat you good like he promised he would. On top of that , he's been barely spending time with you in the past weeks and you started to get suspicious.

Your suspicions were very obviously cleared when he was at work and while cleaning you stumbled across some panties that were not your size, and definitely not your taste.

You packed your stuff immediately, grabbing the keys to your old apartment and leaving without another word, you didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of an explanation.

After all, he didn't deserve it.

However, you did realise that might be a slightly bad decision, knowing him and his psychotic behaviour he'd eventually find a way to track you down, but you told yourself that would take a while so you didn't worry too much.

Nevertheless, you blocked his number and went ahead with the rest of the evening, pouring yourself some tea before getting into bed. It was painful of course, but you couldn't bring yourself to feel bad.

You still loved him with all your heart but his careless behaviour pushed you away from him, this was his consequence for being a lying asshole .

You overthink yourself to sleep, only to be woken up by the banging on your wooden front door.

You jump out of bed startled, tired eyes checking the time on your phone only to see it was 3AM, and its long past the time anyone should be banging on anyones door.

You slowly inch closer, checking in the peephole only to see Toji. Of fucking course.

You rolled your eyes, and turned your body back towards your bedroom, only to be scared half to death by the sound of his fist coming down on the door even louder than before.

" Y/N, open the fucking door " You hear his familiar deep voice yell out, slightly hoarse.

You look at him through the peephole again, he looked pissed off and desperate. But more than anything, he looked tired.

You rested your back against the door, hand over your mouth trying not to make any noise as you listened to his yells become more and more hectic with every punch landed on your door.

" Open the door Y/N - please let me explain - i don't wanna fight fuck! - please just listen to me-"

Your heart starts beating faster, the way his voice drags out into whines making the guilt fall down onto you all at once, maybe he did care.

You hesitated, holding yourself back from lowering your hand to the keys and twisting them.

You couldn't just go back now, your decision was already made.

" T-Toji, go away - it's over " You stutter on your words, and you sigh of relief once you hear silence outside the door.

You thought maybe he left, but you still stayed with your back glued to the door to make sure.

“ OPEN THE DAMN DOOR OR I’LL BREAK IT “

A sudden hard kick to it made your heart skip a beat, and you gave in, your shaky hand reaching and turning the lock and before you could even process anything, the door knob was already turned and the door opened.

You immediately get pinned to the wall, your hands resting forcefully above your head in Toji’s hold as you watch his dark eyes bore into yours,

“ It’s over ?” He chuckles, slowly lowering his face to yours under his lips are inches away from yours,

“ Don’t make me fucking laugh, Y/N”

His lips crash onto yours as you struggle, trying your best to push him off but his large body was in no way moving.

“ Get- off me - you fucking -aah- asshole “ You say between pants, letting out an unwanted moan while shutting your eyes when you feel his hand lower to your panties.

“ Try again, baby “

You gasp into his mouth once you hear the material breaking, his fingers soon making way inside your glistening cunt.

You hated it, hated the fact he still managed to make you soaking wet even in this situation. Your tongues danced together as you slowly began melting into his touch, watery doe eyes staring into his once he parts his lips from yours.

“ Toji~” You threw your head back, your stomach twisting and your lips parting , letting out sinful moans that only fuelled his ego more.

He spins you around, holding your hands behind your back roughly with one hand as he pushes your face into the wall.

You shiver when you feel his breath on the back of your neck, other hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants before lowering them.

“ You don’t get to leave me, sweetheart “ A low grunt leaves his lips once he lines up his cock with your entrence, gathering up the slickness between pushing it in without warning.

“ You’re - only mine”

You let out a gasp, your eyes rolling back once he bottoms out. You couldn’t think of anything but the way his large cock was stretching you out, abusive your cunt with every snap or his hips.

“ Fuck- fucking say it “ He lands a harsh blow to your ass as he continues fucking into you, bending you further down giving him the perfect angle to hit your spot.

You let out a loud moan, grateful he couldn’t see the fucked out expression on your face right now.

“ ‘M yours Toji, please - can i- CUM please”

Your desperate begs and the sound of his balls hitting your ass roughly with every thrust echos through the apartment, your legs shaking underneath him.

“ Be a good whore - shit - and cum for me”

He groans into your ear, his dick twitching inside you at the way you tighten down on him as you let go , your head thrown back with chants of his names and curses leaving your lips.

He mutters your name under his breath, his pace slowing down before you feel yourself getting filled with his cum.

You feel it running down your thigh as he gives a few more rough strokes between pants, making sure he pushed it back into you.

He pulls out of you, holding the weight of his tired body against the wall as you slide down, shaky legs kneeling down and meeting the floor.

You pant, your hair messily falling over your face as you slowly turn around and look up at him grinning at you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

He’s a whole red flag.

Too bad your favourite colour just so happens to be red.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #toji x reader #toji smut #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro smut #dom toji #jjk toji #jjk toji fushiguro x y/n #jjk toji x reader #jjk smut #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk ff #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #toji thirst #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere toji #reader insert #fanfic #smut #ren&ash #tatakaebomb

[ahloveisboo]

i've had this in my drafts for weeks and i can't sleep so i finished it. was supposed to be angsty, i think, but this is what it turned into. // slice of life, friends to lovers au?, confession, mentions of alcohol, minor swearing, you have a ginormous crush on kevin moon, wc: no idea i wrote this on my phone

[3:17am]

"Sunwoo?"

You blink at your phone screen, reaffirming the caller ID before putting the device back to your ear. "You better have a good excuse calling me at 3AM."

The person on the other end sighs, followed by a brief pause. "Y/N, I need you to come pick up Sunwoo." His words are a little slurred, but there's no mistaking the soft timbre of Kevin's voice. "He's shitfaced, both Sangyeon and I have drank too much to drive him home, and Jacob is leaving for Paris in the morning so he left like, 2 hours ago."

It takes a second for the request to sink in, sleep still riddling your brain. "You know I don't have a car."

"Sangyeon's parked around the corner," Kevin says, sucking in a deep breath in between words. "Get a taxi here, you can drive his car home."

"Kevin-,"

He lets out a little whine, stretching out your name as he calls you through the phone. "Please? We-," another pause, "I didn't realise we'd been here for so long and we don't have enough cash on us for all three of us to take a taxi home."

You sigh, throwing aside your blanket and rubbing your eyes in despair. "Fine. Okay. Send me your location. I'll be right there."

Kevin sighs in relief, uttering a few thank yous before pinging your phone with the address. "You're an angel, see you soon."

Silently cursing him, you change into jeans, too lazy to change the other half of your pajamas and hoping no one will notice. If the taxi driver does, he doesn't say anything, which you are thankful for.

Sangyeon's sitting on a low wall when you arrive, his feet dangling mere centimeters from the ground. He snaps his head up at the sound of a car door slamming, and you can see his smile widen when he realises it's you. "Heeeeey, what are you doing here?" he asks, half in surprise, half in earnest.

"I'm here to drive you home, you idiot," you reply, looking around to see if you can spot the other boys. "Hand me your keys."

Sangyeon complies without protest. "I wasn't planning on drinking this much," he explains, apologetic. "I'm sorry Kevin woke you up for this."

The looks he gives you makes you want to hide—in it, the knowledge and understanding of a friend who knows something he shouldn't: that you have been crushing on Kevin Moon for months, and the only reason you're out here is because he called. "It's okay," you lie, "I couldn't sleep anyway."

"Sure," he grins, hopping off the wall. He's about to say something else when he gets cut off by a loud voice.

"You're here!!"

Sunwoo appears out of nowhere, swinging an arm around your neck, his full weight leaning into you as he presses a kiss to your cheek. "Our saviour!"

You bite back a chuckle, the smell of booze hitting your nose as he continues to hug you tight. "I hope you're still this chipper with a banger of a headache in the morning, my friend," you say, patting his hair. He flashes you a smile in return.

"I'll make sure to leave some aspirin and a gallon of water next to his bedside." Kevin's voice seems to come out of nowhere, his breath hitting the back of your neck as he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek from behind. He backs away, hands dug deep into the pockets of his jacket. "Thanks for coming." His smile is warm, and your skin tingles where it met his lips.

The drive home is rather silent—Sunwoo's drunk enthusiasm faded into a slumber, his head lulling back and forth, and jerking back up every time you hit a pothole. Sangyeon's seated next to him, pillowing his head with his hand as he tries to snap an impossible picture of the youngest in the dark (for future blackmail, no doubt).

That leaves Kevin in the passenger seat, and he couldn't be paying less attention to you if he tried. His phone is on a constant buzz, and you wonder more than once who would be up at this hour texting him. You bite your lip in an attempt to subdue the idea of Kevin night texting with someone (that is not you) and it takes a long moment for you to realise he's said your name. Thrice now.

"Are you okay?" He asks as you refocus on the present, and you nod. "You sure? Want me to drive? I never should've called you in the dead of night," he starts, sounding genuinely apologetic. "I know you have a hard time sleeping as it is." The fact that he knows this should surprise you, but you're more surprised by his offer to take the wheel.

"Drunk driving isn't cute," you snap, harsher than you meant it to.

"I-," Kevin swallows, his phone in his lap buzzing again. He pauses, eyes trained on you now—on the way your jaw just clenched, and your fingers tightened around the steering wheel. His heart stammers in his chest when, "I'm not drunk. I pretended to be so I could see you."

The moment the words leave his lips, he realises how bad it sounds. But he also realises he'd rather you think him being an asshole than being an irresponsibility drunk. He watches your lips part, tentatively, and he knows you're trying to decipher if it's the truth or just the booze lying to you.

Your heart is pounding so loud you can hear the blood rushing in your ears. "Don't be a dick," you manage, pulling up the driveway of the boys' apartment. "You're not flirting your way out of this one."

"Uh, yeah dude," Sangyeon speaks up in the backseat. "Dick move, considering."

Kevin shoots Sangyeon a glance, and it seems to be enough to get the elder to gather Sunwoo and make his way out of the car, fast.

You unbuckle to help him—the idea of being alone with Kevin in such close proximity suddenly a little too uncomfortable for you. Kevin sucks in a breath, bracing himself before blurting, "Go out with me."

One foot out the car, you freeze. "I've liked you for months," he continues before he chickens out, and somehow the words keep coming now, unable to stop, "and I've been too scared to tell you so I've been making stupid excuses to see you and I know it's crazy and maybe a little unhinged but I like you, like a whole lot and Jacob's been threatening to block my number if I didn't tell you so would you please let me take you on a date?"

The look you give him is unreadable. Is it worry? Disbelief? Pity? Oh no, it's pity, isn't it? Oh shit, he fucked up.

The silence that follows feels eternal—imaginary seconds ticking away heavily in his mind like an old grandfather's clock in slow motion.

"Okay."

Okay?

"Okay," he echoes, and he notices a smile tugging at your lips. "Okay. Tomorrow. Does brunch work for you?"

"Brunch always works for me."

#kevin moon #moon hyungseo #the boyz #kevin fluff #the boyz fluff #not the first kevin thing i've written but it is my first time posting a tbz fic so. turning a new page i guess. #i hope this doesnt read too rushed i didnt read over this again at all to check the pacing sorry #tbz kevin #the boyz kevin #ficscafe

[starspatter]

ok now you do all the fic meme answers (or whichever ones you're comfortable with answering) :)

1. approximately how many fics would you say you read in a year?

Not a whole lot, tbh. Depends on my mood. Maybe 20?

2. approximately how many fics would you say you write in a year?

I tend to write in bursts, so I can spend a year spitting stuff out (though they then stay in drafts forever >.>; ), and then nothing for a long time lol.

3. what’s one character that you write in fics or rp that has changed your life, one that you couldn’t do without?

DCAU Timothy Drake/Timmy Todd ='3

4. what’s your favorite au premise?

I'm always interested in the Justice Lords verse, though I do miss my friend's and my "Domestic SuperBats AU" where Bruce and Clark are married with Kara as Clark's daughter and all the Robins and Batgirl are adopted. <3

5. what’s the optimal wordcount for a fic? (it, of course, depends. but what do you like?)

I like short drabbles I can read quickly, but if I'm going to sink my teeth into a chapter fic then I don't really have a preference as to length - just the hope it will eventually be finished.

6. describe a fic that has or would bring you to tears. links appreciated.

I know I gushed about it at the time, but I'm still appreciative of "Acceptable Losses" you wrote from my suggestion prompt, since you hit me hard with the surprise "Red" connection. ;~; It's a really important symbol in my other big fandom fixation, expressly being the "color of heroes". ;o

More recently is "Performance Piece" by fight_knight, which I've mentioned before but is an intriguing take on DCAU and comics Tim switching places post-RotJ. Specifically though, Chapter 8 got me good since it also surprised me by lining up almost exactly with a headcanon I have of Steph being the only one DCAU Timmy allows to cut his hair, but I couldn't fit it into my own fic so I'm happy someone else (sorta) did it. ='> (I hope the author does continue someday...)

Aside, I had actually wanted to use this opportunity to plug this fic to you since I don't recall if I ever shared it before, but it looks like the author deleted... OTL

7. describe a fic that has or would make you smile very hard and bury your face into your pillow / potentially scream a little bit. links appreciated.

If someone other than me were to write fluffy (or angsty) DCAU TimSteph I would die tbh.

8. what kind of fic do you like to read at 3am? be as specific as you dare…

Honestly probably my own fic draft since I still go back and revise chapters and that's typically the only time I have to do so.

9. what’s a fic you’ve thought of while you were drifting off to sleep?

See above.

10. what’s a huge fic project that you’ve always wanted to work on but never can find the time?

My old ItsuHaru fic for my first OTP from The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (and my even older idea for a Gary Oak x Molly Hale fic from Pokémon, which I suppose actually predates the former in terms of "OTP" obsession *shot*)

11. what’s a fic you’ve thought of while showering/bathing?

Uh... Don't think I typically do so during that time? o.o;

12. what’s your go-to plot bunny and/or trope when you’re daydreaming?

Anything to do with my ships: DCAU TimSteph, ItsuHaru, and ShinAyaki are currently the main ones, tho I also entertain some crack/crossover rarepairs on occasion.

13. make up a fic title for a brand new fic you’ve never thought of before.

Not really new, but I've always wanted to use the title "Lights Fantastic" for something but could never think of what.

14. tell us about a fanon misconception that often shows up in fic about one of your favorite characters, and why it’s completely wrong

all the JayTim in RotJ fics or comicverse AUs in general but I usually just ignore those

15. do you experience synesthesia when you write? what about when you read?

No.

16. have you ever written something fluffy that made you feel happy, then pulled back because you didn’t want to get comments about writing something ooc? any other situations similar to this come up?

Not so much fluffy, but tbh I always wondered/worried if Tim cries too much in my fic, now even more so from your answers lol. ^^; (It does happen less so later on as he continues his recovery, fwiw.) In general I get concerned about writing DC characters OoC in any capacity since I didn't grow up with them - especially when it comes to the comics as I know even less about those versions. =x (Also some of the more... controversial scenes/ships in my stories. *cough*)

17. if a 12 or 13 y/o approached you for advice on starting to write and publish fanfiction (whether for personal enjoyment or in a friendly, age-appropriate public/internet space), what would you teach them?

I'd say don't let motivation slip away. If you're interested and inspiration strikes then go for it. Just write for your own enjoyment, and don't let outside circumstances stop/discourage you.

18. what’s a very small headcanon that you have that could easily be a novel-length fic if you had the time?

Idk about novel-length but I still like the idea of Veronica Vreeland having a crush on Bruce/being the "princess" type who promises to marry him as kids. Their parents would arrange playdates when young, and being the spoiled brat she is one day she sees a bunny in Bruce's garden and goes all Veruca Salt, demanding her daddy to get it for her. Bruce points out though it has a partner, and his dad/mom told him "rabbits can die of loneliness". That's when she decides she's fallen in love/is determined to wed her "prince" someday, and tries to confess to him by making a snow bunny - unknowingly right after his parents' deaths - but he ends up hurting her feelings like in this scene from Kanon. ;(

She watches over him from a distance as they grow up, how he refuses to play with her anymore and retreats from high society. Even when he eventually returns to the rich Gothamite circle and agrees to host/attend parties with her he still constantly pushes her away, keeping at arm's length for some reason. Until one day he suddenly grows sullen and morose again, completely shutting himself off and becoming a recluse, even letting his company fall to ruin... When she goes to visit him in the future after figuring out he's the one who saved her daughter for his final act as Batman, he still rebuffs her efforts to get him to come out and engage with others, so she repeats those words back to him before sadly leaving: "Rabbits can die of loneliness, you know."

19. who’s that character and what is a specific canon moment for that character that you can talk about for centuries and just never ever get tired of it?

DCAU Timmy and really any of his moments in the tie-in comics since they're criminally unknown (pun not intended), although for within the show itself the "Never Fear" and "Growing Pains" eps also count.

20. have you tried to get people in your life on board with your fanfiction or is it all super secret because they’d never understand?

I mean I'm still waiting for a friend to read my fics but as for other non-writers then no.

21. hurt/comfort specific: have you ever written a hurt/comfort fic that reflected something that you have personally been through in your life?

No comment.

#astrologista #starspeaks #TimSteph #Tim Drake #Timmy Todd #Stephanie Brown #Batman the Animated Series #Batman Beyond #Return of the Joker #ItsuHaru #Koizumi Itsuki #Suzumiya Haruhi #Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu #sorry this took so long to respond to #and that my answers are kinda boring/repetitive lol #thanks for asking tho!