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I Wanna Be Yours (Joseph x Reader)

@josephs-quinns

Author's Note: I did not heavily proof read this as I am posting this before work. This will be 2-4 parts not sure yet. Very cliche' but super cute. So far, no major warnings except maybe some lust. So I will keep the rating adult because it will change. Also, I am not from England so please forgive me if anything is not accurate.

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Once again, thank you to @josephs-quinns for the header. 🥺

It was a crazy idea when your friends had first mentioned it. A trip to London in the United Kingdom. You had never been outside of the United States. Now, you found yourself in a completely different country going on a morning coffee run. The time change had really kicked your ass, jet lag beginning to take its toll on you. London was six hours ahead of you, really screwing up your sleep schedule. It took your friends forever to get you out of bed and motivated just enough to get coffee. You somehow managed to put some make up on and look halfway presentable. It would take you at least a day to get adjusted.

Nerves took precedent over you as you opened the door to the coffee shop, the aroma of fresh, hot coffee hitting your nose. Just the smell alone was causing you to perk up slightly. Even though the people in the UK spoke English, you were nervous about your accent. You knew you’d stick out like a sore thumb. 

“What can I get you?”, the barista asked, her English accent very apparent.

“Um, just a venti iced coffee please?”

“Of course.”

She turned to help start preparing your order. Your eyes couldn’t help but look around the quiet coffee shop. Maybe you were just late to the party. Perhaps most British people were early risers unlike you. Your friends could be seen outside, sitting on the bench and waiting for you. There were very few people inside the coffee shop except for you, making small chatter. You weren’t paying attention to the counter when your drink was ready, the sound of the barista’s voice getting your attention. You smiled slightly, thanking her before turning to go. You were looking at the floor—not hardly paying attention to what or who was in front of you. 

Thump. You felt your outstretched arm make contact with something—somebody instantly knocking your drink out of your hand. You gasped in horror as your eyes panned up to notice the man dressed in black pants, a black sweater, black leather jacket, and baseball cap begin to wipe your drink off him. 

“Oh my God—I’m so sorry.”

The British were outspoken, or so you heard. At any moment, you expected to be degraded and yelled at. Which you couldn’t blame him. He was wearing your drink,  after all. You quickly glanced around the coffee shop, feeling all eyes on you. The man had sunglasses on the top of his baseball hat. An employee came to his aid quickly, bringing him a towel. He thanked her, voice soft. 

His attention turned to you, brown eyes soft. “It’s okay—really.”

“No—I can’t believe I did this.”

You were horrified. 

“It’s really okay—accidents happen.”, he gave you a small smile. 

How was he managing to be so calm and collected about this? 

“No—I really am so so sorry about this.”

You were handed another towel by the barista, immediately beginning to dab his clothes off. It was in that moment, your heart stopped. Looking up, your eyes made instant contact with his. He chuckled slightly, giving you a smile. His reaction was totally opposite of what you had expected, catching you completely off guard. You secretly hoped your friends hadn’t noticed, sure if they had, they’d never let you live it down.

“It’s really fine, love.”

Love. That made your heart flutter and your stomach turn. The British were very polite, using terms of endearment. That was normal for them. But you couldn’t help that it made your heart soar. Not to mention, he was good-looking. 

“It’s really not.”

“It’s alright, I promise.”, he insisted. 

There was something calming about his voice, his demeanor. The line cleared out and this handsome stranger finally had cleaned himself up enough to suffice for the time being. 

“What did you have to drink?”, he asked, easily.

You eyed him curiously. “Oh, just an iced coffee.”

“What size?”

“You’re not ordering my coffee, are you? Not after I dumped mine all over you?”

There was a hint of disbelief in your voice, causing him to chuckle. “It’ll be alright. I insist.”’

His voice was very calming, very soothing. 

“No—please don’t buy my coffee.”

Your voice sounded pathetic as it came from your throat. Before you could protest any further, the barista asked him what he’d like to order and he quickly squeezed in his order for your iced coffee and his macchiato. Your mouth was agape, shocked that he would do something like this—a kind gesture even after you dumped your coffee all over him. He gave you a small smirk as you both stood in off to the side, waiting on your coffees. 

“I’m sorry—I never caught your name.”, he turned to look at you.

“Y/N.”

“Lovely name.”

“And yours?”

“Joe.”

“Nice to meet you, Joe.”

“So are you visiting? I couldn’t help but notice your accent doesn’t quite match ours.”, he smiled, a small chuckle escaping from his lips.

“That obvious, hm?”, you finally giggled, causing him to smile.

“Slightly.”, he jested back. 

“Well to answer your question, Joe,” you emphasized his name slightly, causing a smile to spread across his lips. “I actually am visiting.”

He nodded, his brown eyes looking into yours. “I could give you a few suggestions of what to see while you’re here.”

“I’d love that.”, you smiled, brightly. 

“Okay, you definitely want to see Big Ben, the Tower Bridge, Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey—both of those if you have any interest in the royal family.”

Joe shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at you. 

“All of those sound amazing.”

There was a smile so huge spread across your cheeks that it made them ache. 

“Oh—and the London Eye. You’ve got to see it—or ride it unless you’re afraid of heights.”

There was a small chuckle after he spoke the last part. You laughed little nervously, thinking about how high that really was. You were deathly afraid of heights, the thought alone causing a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“I’ll definitely have to look into it.”

His brown eyes looked into yours—warm and inviting. Part of you wanted to get to know him better, he seemed so easy to talk to. It was like it took no effort to talk to him just in this little frame of time. It was refreshing to say the least. 

“Here’s your iced coffee and macchiato.”, the barista caught your all’s attention. 

His eyes instantly broke away from yours as he grabbed your all’s drinks, walking back over to you. You watched him carefully, refraining from biting your bottom lip. He looked good all dressed in black, you had to admit it. He outstretched his hand, handing you your iced coffee. 

“Thank you, again. I am so sorry I spilled my drink on you—I should paid more attention.”

“It’s really okay, love. No big deal.”, he touched your shoulder reassuringly.

Love. There was that word again, the one that made your stomach do somersaults. His touched sent shock waves through your body, chills cascading down your spine. You had been out of your last relationship for over a year. It was a very dark time, your last boyfriend being very emotionally, verbally, and even borderline physically abusive. You hadn’t been with a man since and had no intentions of finding one, even feeling guilty you thought this man you met at the coffee shop was attractive. 

It felt nice to have a man’s touch—even if it was a simple gesture like this. You all began to slowly make your way towards the exit of the coffee shop. 

“Well, it was very nice meeting you—just not under the circumstances of spilling my drink on you.”

He closed his eyes, chuckling lightly before opening them again. “It was lovely to meet you even if you did spill your drink on me.”

You could tell he was slightly nervous, a little but anxious. 

“If you need anything around London while you’re visiting, I can give you my number. I’d be happy to show you around or give more suggestions.”

“Oh that sounds great.”, you reached in your pocket, pulling your cell phone out. 

You handed him your phone, allowing him to put his contact in. He smiled, giving you his phone to do the same. Exchanging phones back, he gave you a soft smile.

“See you later, Y/N.”

“See ya later, Joe.”

He grabbed the coffee shop door for you, allowing you to exit first. You could feel his eyes on you. He was being a true gentleman. You tried to keep your goodbye casual, cursing yourself slightly. He gave you a small smile as he went on his way, your eyes glued as you watched him walk away. You hated already to see him go, but loved to watch him leave. 

“What was that?”, one of your friends, Amanda asked.

“What was what?”, you sipped your iced coffee, somehow this one tasting sweeter than any other ever had. “Other than me making a complete idiot of myself.”

“Do you know who that was?”, another friend of yours, Christine asked.

“What do you mean? He was a random English….what do they called them—bloak named Joe?”

Your friend , Amanda rolled her eyes, laughing. “You’re really oblivious?”

Your glared at her. “Oblivious about what? So what? He was a cute British bloak named Joe who actually offered to show me some of London. Even after spilling my coffee on him.”

Amanda and Christine laughed, causing your facial expression to switch between confused and agitated. You didn’t see what was so funny. He was a very nice, respectful, attractive looking British bloak. Who was very nice and bought you a drink even after you dumped your iced coffee on him. He also offered to give you help touring London.

“That was Joseph Quinn.”

You heard what Christine said, but your brain didn’t process it immediately. “What?”

“Joseph Quinn, the actor who played Eddie Munson in Stranger Things?”

Your eyes widened, finally comprehending what she said. Your friends began giggling, watching your shocked reaction. 

“I spilled my coffee on Joseph Quinn?”, the words fell from your lips, dripping slow like honey as you tried to process your actions. 

They nodded. 

“Don’t worry though, he seemed to not mind. He definitely liked what he saw. We saw you all exchange numbers.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, he probably is laughing to all his mates about how stupid I am.”

You all began slowly walking down the street, opposite from where Joe had went. You were silently cursing yourself, taking another sip of your iced coffee. Somehow, this taste was slightly more bitter. How could you have spilled your iced coffee on Joseph Quinn? What a fool, an idiot you were. Even if you did text him, you were sure he would ignore it. He should ignore it, after everything you put him through. For the rest of the day, he was all you could think about. 

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Joseph kept walking. His brain told him to keep going, don’t turn around and don’t take a second look. But he couldn’t help it. He stopped up the street a little ways, turning around and taking a sip of his coffee. He silently cursed himself, hoping you wouldn’t notice. He could see you talking with who he assumed to be your friends. Your facial expressions were very animated, he chuckled to himself. It was the cutest thing he’d seen in a while. Before you had a chance to notice him, he reminded himself he needed to keep walking. 

His best friend, Wesley was waiting for him at his apartment. They were going to spend the day, hanging out. Joseph hadn’t been in a serious relationship since before he auditioned for Stranger Things. He had a few hook-ups and casual flings, but nothing worth bringing home to mom. All the people he passed on the street couldn’t take his mind off you. There was something about you that intrigued him. Wesley texted him, bringing him out of his thoughts by asking what was keeping him.

Joe texted and told him, he’d explain to him later. It was too much to explain over text. The wind had a nip to it, causing Joe to pull his jacket tighter. It didn’t help that he was still a little damp. But he didn’t mind. The walk to Wesley’s felt like forever before he knocked on his door, trying anything he could to get you out of his head.

Wesley opened the door, a surprised look on his face. “Finally decided to show up?”

Joe chuckled, coming inside. “Sorry, I went to get coffee.”

“You smell like coffee shop.”, Wesley joked. 

“Well—that’s kinda what kept me awhile. A girl—I met, she had ordered some iced coffee and accidentally bumped into me and spilled her coffee all over me. She felt so bad.”

Wesley’s eyes widened. “Was she at least pretty?”

Joe groaned before throwing his head back and laughing. “More than pretty. Beautiful—funny.”

“Well, did ya get her number?”

“We exchanged numbers.” 

“Has she texted you?”

“No. I told her if she needed more suggestions or wanted me to show her around to text me. Was that stupid?”

“No, not stupid. So she’s American?”

Joe nodded. 

“Did she know who you were?”

Joe shook his head. “If she did, she didn’t let on like she did.”

“Are you gonna text her?”

“I don’t know—is it stupid for me to text someone that probably won’t ever visit again?”, Joe sighed. 

“You never know.”, Wesley began before going to his room, grabbing some clothes for Joe to change into. “She may come back if she likes what she sees.”

Joe rolled his eyes, sighing. 

Wesley came back in, handing him the clothes. “Try not to worry too much, Romeo.”

Joe glared at him playfully. “I’m not worried about it.”

Wesley laughed before going to sit down in his living room. Joe rolled his eyes again before going to the bathroom to change. Joe sighed, closing the door and beginning to take his coffee soaked clothes off. All he could think about while staring at his shirt and pants was how innocently you were trying to help him dab his clothes, eyes finally meeting. Your eyes were soft, but he could see hesitation in them. Your anxiety was through the roof. 

He could tell you were waiting for him to blow at any second. But he wasn’t going to. It was an honest mistake, an accident. After changing clothes, Joe emerged from the bathroom and took a seat on Wesley’s loveseat, opposite of him. He laid his iPhone on the arm of the loveseat, praying you might just text him. He could see if you didn’t want to text him. His response was a little lame, even the way he tried to ask you out in a round about way. There was no way you didn’t have a boyfriend back home. 

Wesley eyed him. “Still thinking about her?”

“Am not.”, Joe looked off to the side, before looking down at his lap. 

“You sure about that? You seem really distracted.”

“I am sure, Wes.”

Wesley finally dropped it, beginning to bring up other subjects to Joe to talk about. They had been best friends for years. Even as they talked, Wesley could tell something was up with his best friend. But he had a feeling he knew what it was. It had been a while since Joe had a serious girlfriend. Joseph needed to find someone who would love him and want him for him—not his fame or money. 

Day soon turned into evening, the sun beginning to set. Throughout the entire evening, Wesley secretly watched Joe pick his phone up at the slightest ding, hoping it would be you. Wesley rolled his eyes playfully, wishing he could just text you. They had decided to eat dinner at Wesley’s apartment, opting to order pizza. Joe was finally about to give up on you texting him, letting out a long sigh. Wesley eyed him, grabbing his cell phone.

“Decided on a kind of pizza?”

“Just whatever you want.”

Wesley was about to dial the number when Joe’s phone dinged, him practically almost falling off the couch to grab it. 

Joe’s face lit up as he read the message. 

-Hey, it’s Y/N. The one who spilled coffee on you this morning. I know it’s late but my friends decided to go drinking tonight instead of sight seeing and I’m just not in the mood to have a terrible hang over. Does your offer still stand? X

Wesley could notice from the kitchen that his best friend’s demeanor changed. “Did she message?” There was no response as Joe texted back.

-Hey, offer still stands. Where are you staying? I can come pick you up, if that’s okay?

He tried his best to keep it casual. Not appearing or seeming like he was waiting in your text. Not like it had drove him crazy all day long. 

“Is it her?”, Wesley asked again, finally gaining Joe’s attention.

Joe nodded. “She’s asking if my offer still stands.”

Wesley smirked. “Told you she liked what she saw. My mate might have him a date.”

Joe glared up at Wesley as his phone dinged again.

-Sounds great. I’m staying at Park Plaza near Westminster Bridge. Just got out of the shower. Should be ready when you get here. 

Joe felt a stabbing, aching feeling in the pit of his stomach. His eyes fluttered shut, just imagining you fresh out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel. He shook his head, remembering he barely knew you and shouldn’t be having thoughts like that. But he couldn’t help it. You were beautiful. Wesley couldn’t contain himself anymore, bringing himself into the living room and peering over the couch to read Joe’s texts from you. 

“Think you might get lucky?”, Wesley teased.

Joe glared back at him. “No—no, we aren’t having sex on the first—whatever this is, Wes.”

Wesley laughed, raising his eyebrows. “Not even if she initiates it?” 

“NO.”, Joe said, more firmly. “I hate to do this—but I need to go get ready. Maybe pizza later this week?”

A laugh escaped from Wesley. “Yeah, pizza later. Go meet your mystery girl.”

Joe rolled his eyes, laughing before responding to you. 

-Sounds good. I’ll text you when I’m on my way. See you soon.

“Catch me up later?”

Joe nodded. “Yeah, I’ll let you know how things go.”

With that, Joe left Wesley’s apartment with a spring in his step. He was in a rush to get to his house and change before meeting you. A quick shower would be nice, just to freshen up and make sure he no longer smelled like coffee. He threw the door open quickly, throwing his keys and phone down. He wasted no time running for his bathroom, turning on the hot water. Looking in the mirror, he made sure his beard didn’t look too crazy—he had been letting it grow a little. Just thicker. 

He quickly trimmed it a little bit before jumping in the shower. He closed his eyes, feeling the warm water rush over his body. All he could think about was you—what you were wearing, what you smelled like—he tried to remind himself it was too early to be infatuated with you. Running his hands through his curls, he thought of what to do this evening, but decided he would let you lead. If you asked for his suggestions, he would gladly give them. If you wanted him to surprise you, he’d gladly do it. It was all up to you. 

Turning off the water, he heard his phone ding from the living room. He cursed himself slightly, remembering he had left it in there. He was careful to step out of the shower, afraid if he mis-stepped he’d up in the ER instead of being able to take you sight-seeing. He quickly dried his hair, leaving it in a curly, wild mess before using gel to smooth it down, still leaving the curls.  Blowing air, he was trying to decide what to wear to make a good impression. As the sun went down, it became colder this time of year in London. 

After spraying cologne, he left the bathroom and went to grab his phone. 

-Hey. Just checking in and making sure you’re alright.

Joe quickly began typing a response. 

-Hey, yes. Sorry had to run back to my place. I’ll be there ASAP. Want me to meet you at your room so you don’t have to walk down alone? Or do you want to meet me in the lobby?

He instantly cursed himself as he hit sent. He took his phone with him to the bedroom, laying it on his bed as he raked through his closet trying to find something that would satisfy him. Another ding, causing him to stop his search for the perfect outfit. 

-My room is fine. I’m in 221. See you soon. Be safe. X

Another smile curved across his lips, typing away.

-Sounds good. Getting dressed. See you soon. :)

Instantly, he began questioning himself. Was the smiley face too much? Groaning, he went back to searching his closet for clothes. He finally decided on black slacks, a white button up, and his peacoat seeing as it was pretty chilly this evening. Grabbing his phone and keys, he was out the door. The wind had a harsh nip to it, instantly hitting his warm face in contrast. Exhaling, he watched his breath in the cool, night air. There was a spring in his step, for the first time in a long time he felt eager. There was hope rising in his chest, the closer he got to the hotel. 

-Awesome, see you soon. :)

His brain quickly reminded him that this was only casual, he was just showing you around. The only reason you wanted to see him was for him to show you around his hometown. It was obvious, considering he knew the ends and outs. There was nothing more to this, was there? He turned the corner, reaching for the door of the hotel. The warm air hit his chilled face, him inhaling a deep breath. A small smile spread across his lips as he breezed by the desk. Pressing the button on the elevator, he began trying to talk himself up. 

The elevator dinged, reaching the second floor. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He was a bundle of nerves as he approached room 221. Reaching his hand up towards the door, he could see it shaking as he prepared to knock on your door.  A few broken knocks agains the door was all he could muster. 

He wasn’t prepared for you to open the door so quickly. The moment almost happened in slow motion. The first thing he noticed was how bright your eyes were shining. A smile spread across your lips, his eyes panning down to see you in a white sweater dress, hugging your curves perfectly. His mouth went dry, trying to find the words to say. You smiled at him, waiting for anything to come out of his mouth.

“Wow, you look—amazing.”, he breathed, trying to keep his cool.

Deep down inside, he felt like a little school boy. His nerves were getting the best of him, not quite used to feeling this way. He had been used to women throwing themselves at him lately, but it was different with you. 

“Thank you so much—so do you.”

Those words sounded so stupid coming from your mouth. 

He smiled, laughing nervously as he brushed through his curls. “So, did you have any idea where you wanted to go first? Have you had dinner?”

He was shooting his shot, hoping that it would work. There was a small glimmer of hope. 

You smirked, holding your small jacket folded over on your arm. “No, honestly. Have you?”

“No, actually. I know a really good place if you’re up for it.”

Your face lit up. “That would be amazing, I’m starving—if I’m being honest. And some of this stuff on the menus are—”

“Different?”, Joe finished for you.

“Different.”, you confirmed. 

He chuckled, immediately lightening the mood. “For sure. Let’s go. It’s in Soho, is that too far?”

“Oh no—it would be fun. We can always come back to London. I love a good dinner.”

He smiled, before he quickly frowned and furrowed his eyebrows. “Okay. Um, this is a hard topic—”

“Okay….”

What would he tell you? Was this the part where he shared with you a dark secret like having a secret girlfriend? Even if he was famous, you had to remind yourself you didn’t know him. You only knew what your friends had shared with you—causing you to beat yourself up all evening on how you spilled coffee on THE Joseph Quinn. You were surprised when he immediately texted back, offering to show you around London. You thought he would never want to see you again. 

“But um—there is something I do need to tell you….”

A sinking feeling entered the pit of your stomach. 

“Alright….”

“I don’t know if you know, but—”, he laughed nervously, closing his eyes before continuing. “I’m actually a little famous—not trying to brag—definitely not trying to brag, but there may be people who see us together.”

Your eyes lit up, feeling slight relief. “Okay.”

“It won’t bother you?”

“I don’t think so—I just hope it doesn’t cause trouble for you.”

He smiled. “I’m used to it. At least they’ll say I was with a beautiful woman.”

You felt your cheeks becoming red, a nervous laugh rising from your chest. “I’m sure you’ve brushed shoulders with women much more beautiful than me.”

Joe rolled his eyes playfully. “Aw, come on.”

“It’s true.”

You both stopped laughing, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Your smile softened as you made direct eye contact. It was like the entire world stopped spinning in that second—the second your eyes met. You swallowed hard, feeling the connection between you both. He held his out hand, motioning for you to go ahead in front of him. You smirked, immediately thinking about how much of a gentleman he was. The only time he got in front of you was to open the doors, feeling the cool air immediately hit you both.

“Do you want to take a cab or walk?”

“Doesn’t matter to me, what do you think?”

“We could walk to the restaurant, see the sights if you wanted?”

You smiled softly. “Yeah, sounds good.”

He nodded, leading you to through the streets. You all made small talk, beginning to talk about how your all’s lives. He told you about his mom and dad, that he always wanted to be involved in acting. You told him a little about your life in the States, telling him you worked for a doctor’s office. He didn’t poke or prod information out of you, allowing you to tell him what you felt comfortable telling him. There would be breaks in your conversations regarding your personal lives, him explaining some sights. It was so cold you both could see your breath in the air. 

Finally reaching the restaurant, you all entered and felt the warm air hit your pale, chilled faces. It looked very ritzy, nothing like you were used to. You all sat down, sitting across from one another. It gave you an opportunity to take him in, but you tried not to stare long—immediately grabbing the menu and trying to submerse yourself in it. 

“The steak tartare is amazing.”, Joe began. “I think you’d like it.”

  Your eyes panned down to the mains portion of the menu. You were a little surprised by the description. 

“Served with egg yolk?”, you asked, sliding your menu down to view him.

He chuckled. “Yeah, it’s pretty popular over here…kinda like baked beans with our breakfast.

You nodded easily, but he could tell you were slightly shocked. It made a smile curve across his lips. It was a breath of fresh air to talk to someone who had a different outlook on things. 

“Do you want a shot?”, he asked.

You widened your eyes easily. “Sure.”

The waiter came around, taking your order. He ordered oysters, immediately causing your nose to crinkle up slightly. He ordered you both a shot, your main dinner, and said you’d debate dessert. 

“Don’t knock it until you try it.”, Joe smirked as the waiter took your all’s menus. 

“I’m not sure about oysters.”, you chuckled nervously. 

“Just try one. If you hate it, you can blame me.”

You all continued to make small talk, waiting on your food. The waiter was quick to bring the shots, you immediately noticing they were smaller than the ones in the States. On a count of three, you both turned up your shots, you having no trouble downing it. He smirked at you as you both sat your glasses down on the table with a clink. It wasn’t long before you felt a small buzz, just enough to make you unwind and not feel so uptight. Even though Joe was easy to talk to you, you still felt a little unsure of yourself. You’d never been overly confident when it came to dating. 

“So you graduated LAMDA in 2015?”, you asked, taking a drink of your water.

He nodded. “Yes, had a few acting roles afterwards…nothing to brag about.”

“No, that’s really wonderful—I mean sounds like you were popular over here.”

“I guess you could say so…..I didn’t really gain a lot of traction though until I played Eddie on Stranger Things”, he smirked.

You could tell he wasn’t telling you this to brag about his filmography. 

“That was you?”, you asked, surprised. 

He nodded. 

“Wow….you were amazing….”

“Aw, come on.”, he laughed nervously, raking through his curls.

All he could focus on was how beautiful you looked—even in the lowlight of the restaurant. 

“No, I mean it. I cried over the season finale.”, you laughed as the waiter brought the oysters. 

Joe smiled widely, looking up from you with his deep brown eyes. “You did?”

You nodded, looking up between him and the oysters. He thanked you, genuinely surprised by your reaction.  You can’t believe that you had completely glazed over the fact he played in something you watched with your friends. You felt like such a fool—an idiot, You could only imagine what he was secretly thinking about you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he never called you again or texted—which you couldn’t blame him. 

He somehow talked you into trying oysters. While they weren’t your favorite, you didn’t hate them. Your reaction caused him to laugh, ending with both of you all laughing. There was chemistry between you both, but you tried not to get your hopes up, realizing you had to return home in a few days. Most of the time, nothing long distance worked out. At best, you all could be friends. 

After finishing dessert, you left the restaurant, immediately entering the cold air. The temperature had dropped since you all had came. You instantly cursed yourself for not bringing a thick coat. As you all continued to walk and talk, you did your best not to let him know you were practically freezing.  It wasn’t a long walk back to see Big Ben. Your teeth were so close to chattering, it wasn’t funny. You felt them chatter silently in your mouth, not knowing whether it was from the cold or your nerves—or a mix of both.

“Are you cold?”, he asked, turning to eye you.

“A little.”, you admitted, seeing your breath in the cold air.

Big Ben came into view, illuminated in the dark of the night. You both looked up at it, the clock hands nearing ten. 

“Wow.”, you breathed, eyeing up at Big Ben.

A landmark so simple as Big Ben had you in awe, amazed by the sight. It was nothing like you’d ever seen before. 

“Nice, isn’t?”, Joe smiled over at you, 

“Amazing.”, you looked back at him.

Turning your attention back to Big Ben, you didn’t notice him sliding off his navy blue peacoat. Your body was shocked when you felt the warm fabric around your shoulders. It smelled like his cologne and aftershave, the scent encasing your nose. You felt yourself swallow hard, looking up at him in the pale moonlight, your faces illuminated. 

He chuckled through a smile.

You instinctively put your arms in his coat, the chill melting away.  “You didn’t have to do that Joe.”

“You were cold, it’s what a gentleman does, you know.”, he chuckled, leaning in closer. 

“Yeah, but—why are you being so nice to me? Even after I poured my coffee on you?”, you looked at him.

Your eyes were locked, your stomach twisting and turning at the obvious chemistry between you both.

“I—it was an accident.”, he began. “Plus, it’s easy to forgive such a beautiful girl.”

A smile spread across your lips. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Man, he was really turning on the charm now.

You giggled easily. “That can’t be true.”

“It is, what do I have to do to prove it to you?”

There was something about this romantic rendezvous that made your heart beat a little faster, made you excited. It made your blood pump a little faster through your veins. It was like a wild romance novel where you met this handsome stranger who immediately knocked you off your feet. 

“I don’t know….”

He chuckled again before his smile faded slightly. There was a gleam in his brown eyes, unlike you’d seen before. Maybe it was the moonlight. Maybe something was shifting. Was it the alcohol in your systems? His fingers brushed your cheek, causing a soft sigh to escape your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut, before opening to view his face right in front of you. Was this some kind of dream?

His face inched in closer to yours, feeling his breath hit your soft skin. In this moment, it was like your brain went into auto-pilot mode. You both inched in closer, his fingers trailing up your cheek to finally meet some of your hair. It felt like time stood still—his lips finally meeting yours. They were soft, sensual and everything you would have dreamed them to be. 

It started off as a peck—soft and small. His eyes fluttered open just as yours did. Another soft, approving sigh escaped your lips. Your mouth gaped open, words wanting to come out but you were unable to form any. He heard the slight stutter but quickly crashed his lips into yours again, this time deepening the kiss. You held back the moan that begged to escape your throat as his other hand rested on your waist.  It had been so long since you’d felt this way, it was uncharted territory.

You both finally pulled away, his hands still resting on your hips as your eyes fluttered open to view him.

“Wow—that was—”, your mouth was dry like cotton.

“Amazing?”, he finished for you, chuckling softly before brushing your hair back.

You nodded, a small giggle escaping from your lips. This felt like a fever dream, like it shouldn’t have happened. Your mind was still reeling from sharing a kiss with him. You couldn’t help but to look deep into his brown eyes, mesmerized and completely enamored with him in this moment. You didn’t want this night to end, knowing you were one step closer to having to return home. Your brain quickly tried to rationalize the situation, reminding you that once you went home you would just be a memory to him. 

He’d probably never even text you, much less call you. He’d forget he even met you, blinded by all the pretty women he met in the industry. There were women much more beautiful than you—models, actresses, artists. The list went on and on. You, on the other hand, was just a normal American girl. What did you possibly have to offer him? There was one of two ways this night could possibly go—allow him to take you back to your hotel or see if he offered to take you back to his place. 

Your thoughts were derailed as he leaned in for another kiss, making this one consist of a few soft and slow kisses. You weren’t complaining—it was probably the best kiss you had ever had in your entire life. It felt like your brain was overloaded, the circuits malfunctioning as he pulled away and took another look at you. Your cheeks felt red and flushed as he smiled at you. 

“When do you go home?”, he asked, out of the blue. 

“Sunday. I fly home Sunday.”

He nodded easily, looking back up at you. “We could do something everyday until then—if you friends wouldn’t mind, that is….”, he stammered nervously. 

You giggled, his arms still around you. “That would be amazing, Joe.”

Without much more thought, you all shared another kiss. It was like one wasn’t enough. Maybe it was the fact you knew you’d never see him again. Maybe it was the fact he was British—you didn’t know. 

“It’s getting late and I’m sure you’re jet lagged. Anything else you want to do?”, he asked softly. 

“This has been an amazing night. I think I need some sleep.”, you laughed, your laugh fading into a yawn. 

Your body shivered as he fixed his peacoat around you. You shivered just looking at him, how was he surviving the cold?

“How are you not cold?”, you asked easily.

“Oh, I’m cold. I’m just used to London weather.”, he smirked. 

“I’m freezing.”, you admitted. 

He pulled you into him, completely shocking you. He smirked down at you, sending shivers down your spine. You dreaded the walk back to the hotel, realizing your amazing night was almost coming to a close. London was beautiful, but at night, it was magical and breath taking. As you all continued to walk, you rummaged through your wallet attempting to find your hotel key card.

“Shit—sorry shoot.”, you corrected as you stopped, Joe halting his steps with you. 

“What’s wrong, love?”, he asked easily. 

“I forgot my key card. It’s locked up in the room.”

His eyes widened easily as he continued to watch you comb over your wallet, checking every nook and cranny. 

“Can’t find—it—could have sworn I put it in here.”

“Maybe try calling your friends?”, he suggested.

He felt guilty as he secretly hoped your friends wouldn’t answer. He didn’t want this amazing night to end with you. He wasn’t sure how long this dilemma would prolong it, but he was willing to take anything else he could get. You awakened something inside of him.

You nodded, pulling out your phone and dialing their numbers. No answer from either. 

“They didn’t answer.”, you groaned, eyeing your phone. 

He felt hope rise in his chest, decided to shoot his shot. 

“Um, my flat is close by…if you want to go back there…you don’t have to stay—just until they answer, maybe?”

He immediately wanted to kick himself for babbling on like an idiot. So much for being smooth about it. 

“That sounds great, Joe. It’s so cold. I’m so sorry to put you in this position.”, you sighed, looking up at him. 

“No-no, I insist. If they don’t answer, you could stay. I can give you the bed and I could take the couch?”

He closed his eyes, immediately cursing himself again. What were you doing to him? He was usually cool, calm, and collected when it came to trying to romance someone—but that went out the window with you. 

“You’d do that?”

“Of course.”, he smiled.

#joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph x reader #joseph quinn #eddie x reader #eddie munson #enjolras x reader #eddie imagines

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Cabinet of Oddities - Part 4 (Fanfic)

TavxGale (Custom)

Extra time means more writing and I just needed to get some more Gale into this story. (1.8k words - WTF??)

Summary: Gale falls slowly behind the group causing Nana to become concerned.

Ao3 Link - Chapter 4 Ao3 Link (Whole)

Nana didn’t like the Risen Road. The air smelt of goblins and there was no shelter. It was all just open rock and cliff faces. “Are we there yet?” She whined immaturely.

“Do you see a goblin camp anywhere or a one-horned tiefling?” Wyll replied.

“No.” She said dejectedly. “Fine…” 

The group had been travelling at a reasonable pace but since reaching the road had begun to spread out. Astarion, trying to be as far from Nana as he could, had moved up to the front with Shadowheart. Wyll had been stuck playing babysitter, as he saw it, and Gale unusually had begun to lag quietly behind. He’d complained of his knees aching a little the day before so nobody thought anything of it but Nana could not shift the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. “Oh no, it appears I have dropped my, um, shoe.” She exclaimed in a long drawn and loud voice.

Wyll sighed exasperatedly “Your shoe? The one that’s on your foot?” He paused momentarily and decided to seize the opportunity for a break. “You know what, you take care of your shoes. You can always catch up.” He walked off at speed to catch up to the others muttering under his breath the words “Gods, give me patience.”

Nana knelt, pretending to play with her shoe, watching him walk away and then turned her head seeing Gale slowly approaching. His handsome face looked different. Like something was weighing him down. Not just in his mind but in his body as well. She felt a pang of concern for him and stood as he got closer. She went to speak but as normal with Gale, the words just struggled to come.

“Nana, as much as I’ve enjoyed talking to you these last few days, today I just need a little peace and tranquillity.” Gale’s voice seemed strained, he grimaced as he walked. Nana knew these features all too well.

“You’re in pain. Your knees again?” She spoke with concern. Her mind was racing, she was fighting the tadpole in her head from accidentally sharing the memories that flooded her brain. The poison is spreading. He’s dying, I can’t save him. Don’t die, please don’t die. She shook her head and looked into Gale’s deep eyes, almost pleading with him to talk to her.

Gale looked away from her, feeling the pressure. Though he’d grown close to the group since the start of his travels, he didn't know if he was ready to share everything with them but the ever-growing hunger in his chest was becoming too much to cope with alone. He’d have to tell them eventually or he would have to leave them. “No, not my knees.” He considered continuing but didn’t know if Nana would even understand what he was going to say.  

“I would say maybe it was something you ate, but then you’re the one who does all the cooking and it sure is better than any concoction I make. Last spring I made the most horrible of dishes. That rat was good when I killed it but apparently when I mixed it with grease from that ooze…” She could see the colour draining from Gale’s face. “Sorry, I’m rambling. But I’m guessing it’s not food-related?”

“Not food either.” Gale stopped for a moment and looked at Nana. He saw something in her that he couldn’t explain. He’d seen her try to help everyone they had come across, from tiefling children that she was robbed by, to stepping in front of an arrow to save a goblin who then insulted her. All life seemed precious to her, so maybe his would too. “Nana…Why don’t we take a little break? Allow ourselves a few moments of rest. Gives me a chance to talk to you about something, well, rather important.” 

Nana nodded. “Ok, Nana calm calm. It’s just a break. It’s nothing serious. He’s not going to kiss you. Gods, I’d like him to kiss me. His eyes are so dreamy.” Her voice rushed on, just a never-ending stream of thoughts spilt out into reality. She took a seat on a nearby rock and patted a little patch next to her signalling for Gale to join her. 

Gale gave a subtle smile as he sat beside her. He wasn’t going to object to the words she said but he wasn’t sure how he felt about her. Especially right now as his muscles ached and his mind tore in two. “Have you ever realised that you say everything out loud?” 

“It’s been mentioned to me before. I tried to keep it all in my head but it gets a bit messy after a while. If I say it out loud then it keeps room for the important things.” Nana tried to explain it the best she could. This was the truth. As a changeling trying to keep one form for a long period, trying to keep the memories together, the personalities all separate, and then trying to keep constant control proved to be exhausting and if she kept everything in her head she surely would have gone mad like other changelings had been known to.

“And what important things would they happen to be?” Gale asked with curiosity.

Him. The tadpole flickered in her mind. “Oh you know, cooking recipes and naughty poetry.” She smiled, her green eyes sparkling brightly in the sunlight. “But you wanted to talk to me about something important. I’m guessing it’s neither of those topics.”

Gale gazed into her eyes, lost for a brief moment, and then nodded in recognition of her remark. “We’ve been on the road together for a while now, haven't we? Survived some perils, overcame some obstacles. I’ve seen you demonstrate remarkable guile and courage.”

“I’ve just been doing what I do. I wouldn’t say any of it is courageous. Unless you’re talking about that couple from the shack, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to shake that image.” Nana gave a shudder at the thought of the ogre and bugbear they had encountered the previous day.

“No, no, not that.” He chuckled. “No, I believe, I’ve grown to trust you.” His voice was soft and sincere.

Nana tried to read him but could see no ulterior motive. This was new to her. Her face was one of scepticism and she leaned in slightly to try and hear him better. “Hm, I thought you trusted me anyway, and that's why you let me stir the cooking in the evenings.”

He looked at her with affection and felt the orb hum. He pushed down the painful sensation that ran through his chest and sighed deeply. He needed to tell her. “I did, I do. Either way, the reason I make a point of saying this is that I’ve grown confident enough to tell you something I’ve yet to tell another living soul. Except for my cat.”

Nana stayed quiet listening intently to the words he spoke. 

“You see, I have this…condition. Very different from the parasite we share, but just as deadly. Every so often I need to get my hands on a powerful magical item and absorb the Weave inside.” His tone was serious, he had tried to explain it as vaguely and as simply as he could for her and he hoped she would grasp what he was telling her.

“So…You need to eat shoes?”

“Eat shoes? That’s what you took away from that? It’s not so much eating as it is absorbing the magical energies that are within the items. I can say no more on the matter - not now anyway, just trust me when I say it’s all of vital importance.” He stared deep into her eyes, looking for the understanding he sought, hoping she would not reject him in his time of need. The pain in his chest radiated throughout his body and he tried his best to ignore it. 

Nana’s face was full of concern for him. All she wanted was to help. “And this is why you’re in pain? You need something magical?” 

Gale nodded solemnly in response. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you but I wouldn’t press this without good reason.”

Nana swung around her pack, settling it on her lap and started digging through it. She chucked out random items, books, a music box which gave an off-note clang as it hit the floor, and a half-eaten apple she’d found earlier in the day. Eventually, she pulled out a small magic necklace and offered it over to Gale. “Here, the tiefling girl gave it to me but I’ve no use for it. You can have it.” Gale looked into her eyes. He placed one hand under the locket and the other above her hand and cupped them closely together. Nana could feel the warmth from his touch and her heart began to quicken its beat. Her voice hitched and her cheeks flushed red. “You’re touching me” she gasped. 

“Apologies.” Gale lessened his grip and took the locket from her. He held it to the marking on his chest, one that for so long Nana had wanted to run her fingers along, and he leaned back. His face appeared to be in pain and the orb glowed a brilliant purple. A moment later the necklace was gone but Gale sat with a relieved expression. He sighed deeply. “That hit the spot. I can feel it work. The magic is like a lullaby that sings to sleep the demon inside.”  

Nana’s face grew concerned. A demon . The tadpole twisted and writhed wanting to share the image in her mind.

“A metaphorical demon I haste to point out. But no less dangerous - and no less bound to wake up again to continue its ravages. Such is the nature of all monsters.”

“You’re going to be okay, aren't you? We can fix it, maybe find a cure?” She gave him a hopeful look.

Gale looked away unsure. He had no answer for this. His year of research and hiding locked in his tower had brought very few answers. He couldn’t expect to find them here. He turned back to her, his face brighter than it had been the previous few days. “Sincerely though: I understand I ask a lot from you with few answers in return, but in time all will be told.” 

“I’m just glad it helped. Tell me, if you need anything else, I’ve got quite the collection of nicknacks and doodads in my bag now. I’m sure I can stop you from getting hungry.” Nana pointed the pack at Gale as if to show him proudly of her collection.

He smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind. But now I think we should continue moving. The day is vanishing before our very eyes and the warmth of the sun will no longer lie on our faces.” Gale stood and held out his hand to Nana.

She looked at it briefly but threw her pack over her back and stood without taking it. A brief flash of rejection flashed over Gale's face but he ignored the accompanying thought that came along with it. He would just need to be satisfied with the trust he had gained from her today. Nothing more, nothing less.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale bg3 #galemance #bg3 fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #changeling #dnd character

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Regressor Alhaitham & CG Kaveh

Hurt/Minimal Comfort, Angst

—> Warning, this is incredibly sad and deals with serious topics (self-harm & suicide) do not read if regressed or those trigger you!! I wrote this purely for my own comfort and to cope.

The pristine counter warped under Alhaitham’s fingertips. The porcelain was cold and seemed to center him onto the world, tethered his mind back into his body rather than thousand of miles away.

Was he really going to do this?

The bottles bright plastic smeared in his vision - smeared like the blood on the tiles, his hands infecting everything it touches with his body. Leaving traces of him behind to haunt Kaveh, molecules can’t be easily cleaned off.

No. No, it’ll be fine. He taped his letter to the door and wrote to not come in. He said to call the cops, his last wish for the blond to not see him in the condition he will be. Live with the memories of him alive and healthy.

He’s the last person who cares, archons he hopes Kaveh can just do this for him.

Wiping the blurring tears from his eyes, Alhaitham reached out and grabbed the orange bottles - pill bottles. They were prescribed a while back, from a time Kaveh got injured on the job. They were never finished off cause the boy recovered faster than expected so they’ve just been sitting in the medicinal cabinet.

Well, they finally have a purpose again. Isn’t that laughable? They’re purpose now being to end rather than mend.

Alhaitham carefully pressed and twisted the cap, having to fight against the childproofing with his shaking hands. Anxiety was made to keep people alive and normally, in every rational situation, Alhaitham would know that means he needs to quit and let instincts take over.

But he wants it to stop. Every fiber of his being wants to fight against the survival instinct in this moment (archons he wants to live) and to end the constant shaking. End the whispers. End the fear. End the questions. End it.

So he dumps the bottle into his palm, there isn’t too many, just enough to hopefully overwhelm his system and cause a shut down.

Tears begin to brim, Alhaitham’s hands shake, and in a swift movement he drops the handful into his mouth and swallows (why why why).

And there’s nothing. For a moment Alhaitham feels normal besides the coughs that shake his rib cage and double him over - he’s never been good at taking medicine dry. It feels as though his brain was on jet lag with how it cycles through the events that happened slowly, replaying every decision he made.

And why did he do that?

Panic courses through his veins and Alhaitham wants nothing more than to sob. He’s always prided himself on being calm and rational, someone who thought through everything before he ever decided to act. This proves he isn’t.

Alhaitham is going to die, and it’s all his fault. He’s going to perish, Kaveh will find him, he will be traumatized, and have a subpar note as Alhaithams last words.

Before even Alhaitham processes where his mind is, he’s shakingly typing in Kavehs name, correcting the errors to the best of his ability. (oh god his fingers are numbing - or is it placebo?)

Much to Alhaithams luck, Kaveh answers within the first couple of rings. “Hey, what’s happening. You know I’m at work right?” He’s annoyed. Of course Kaveh would be, Alhaitham called him while he’s on site and he never does that.

But of course, a rapidly deteriorating and regressing mind cannot comprehend that. So, Alhaitham begins to cry. His tongue feels heavy and he just wants his dada. “Kavie..home, did mess up. Call..help? Dunno.”

Words feel like they’re vanishing and archons, Alhaitham is so so scared. “Goose? Hey hey, what’s going on. I’ll call help but first I need to know what happened.” Kaveh sounded so genuinely terrified, it made Alhaitham want to run because Dada never sounded like that.

“Was big, an’ felt so icky. Took, um, meds’in an’ lots of it.” A muffled sob played through the speaker. (oh Kaveh was crying over him). “Kavie..mm scared.”

Right now, Kaveh was also downright terrified but of course he’d never tell his little boy. There was nothing else he could do besides swallowing his fear and hoping, “Thats okay lovebug. I’m gonna have to put you on hold so Kavie can call help though okay?” Kaveh tried his best to breathe, but panic strangled his lungs and forced his body to exhale. “I’ll be right back. While I’m gone I want you to count the tiles for me, tell me how many there are when I’m back.”

That was something Alhaitham could do! He always loved counting the panels and tiles but right now, he was so tired. Alas he hummed and told his dada he would. Slowly he listed off the numbers in his head, trying to fight the droop in his eyelids and swallow back the saliva that pooled in his mouth.

15, that was the number Alhaitham made it to before his dada came back. Words muffled through quiet sobs as he asked if Alhaitham was still there. Not fully understanding the situation Alhaitham hummed, reporting back the number - he always had to tell Kavie.

“That’s amazing sweetie, when I get home we can finish okay? I’m on my way now.” Alhaitham hummed, energy feeling as though it was zapped out. “Hey bud, before I get there some scary men might come in okay? They’re safe, they’re gonna help you. I promise I’ll be there as soon as possible though.”

#He lives I promise #tw.suicide #tw.dissociation #tw.selfharm #genshin agere #fandom agere #🍼 kye writes

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I yawned trying desperately to stay awake,

"You can sleep you know, we won't land for another couple hours, have a nap" Thomas told me

"I don't like sleeping on planes," I said unable to stop another yawn

"Sleep. Go on I'll wake you if anything happens"

"You sure?"

"Yeah go on don't worry I'll look after you," he says

"Thanks, thomas" I smiled I did my best to get comfortable and get some rest but I couldn't I just found myself squirming in my seat

"Here" he spoke up grabbing his jacket and putting it over me like a blanket "That better?"

I smiled the jacket was so soft and cosy I nodded and did my best to get cosy with it but I was still struggling but without another word, he pulled me to lean my head on his shoulder

"There, that better?"

"Yeah thanks, Thomas" I smiled nuzzling closer and soon enough I drifted off to sleep I hadn't actually slept so well in ages nor since before we started shooting months back mostly because I'd been on hotel beds and trailer mattresses which is not good for sleeping

"Hey, hey... Wakey wakey" I heard his voice muttering and I quickly sat up noticing I had really been asleep and I had even slightly drooled down my chin

"Oh my god- I am so sorry"

"Don't worry about it, you needed to sleep. I kinda forget most people can't just fall asleep whatever like I can" he laughed "I did nap with you for a bit though I'm not gonna lie"

"Did you?"

"Yeah you looked so cosy, I just rested my head on you and that's it I was out"

"You really can sleep anywhere?"

"I once slept on my motorbike"

"How-"

"It was parked. But still. I was doing Christmas shopping in Oxford Street which is a bad idea in general and I was super jet lagged yeah I just laid myself in the fuel tank and I honestly slept for about three hours. Apparently, the guy in the shop was about to call someone he thought I was dead"

"I'm not great at falling asleep. Anywhere that's not my bed"

"Ohh, you must struggle filming away then?"

"It's not fun, how long till we land?"

"About ten-twenty minutes"

"Ohh my-"

"I wanted to let you sleep"

"Thank you Thomas" I smiled

"Have you tried bringing your pillow with you? To help you sleep? you know Dylan does that"

"Yeah I tried that doesn't help plus you look crazy carrying a pillow through an airport"

"True." He laughed

Soon enough we landed and gathered our stuff heading together so we could keep chatting but I noticed something just beyond the next doors

"What?"

"Shit."

"Ohh fuck. Just stick close to me we'll be alright" he says

I did my best to stay close to him but that wasn't easy as the crowd of the press had formed and clearly had intentions they crowded us and I did my best just to keep my head down ignoring the shouting, the flashes, and how uncomfortably close many of them were. I kept pushing people away as their cameras and hands just felt so close I was nervous I'd hit them as I walked or something worse, by now they had managed to separate us even if Thomas did look back to find me and I gave him a nervous look he managed to move back a little and offered his hand through the madness which I quickly took as they got closer and more aggressive the noise and flashing now hurt my eyes I felt so scared of these men and there cameras as they got so close to me leaving me little space to breathe let alone anything else especially as I was wearing a dress. Thomas saw I was uncomfortable and tried to pull me through faster but the moment he did I heard this unmistakable rip.

I froze my blood running cold, he clearly saw too as first his face read of shock, then anger.

One of the photographers in an attempt to get closer grabbed the back of my dress causing it to rip exposing my legs, and my panties the Rip so far up my back you could see my bra.

Immediately I screamed and every camera flashed quickly trying to get the scoop.

I was utterly paralyzed but Thomas quickly wrapped his jacket around me and pulled me through where security was waiting to help quickly ushering us to a security room without any windows to give us privacy and protection. 

I sat doing my best not to burst into tears, thomas paced around the room utterly fuming muttering things to himself

"He's lucky I didn't break his fucking hand. or his camera. fucking cunt" until he saw me "Sorry y/n. are you okay?" He asked and the moment he did I couldn't hold back my tears he quickly pulled me into his chest kissing the top of my head and doing his best to soothe me "It's okay, you're okay. so long as you're not hurt that's all I'm worried about"

The door opened and we both jumped but luckily it was just one of the assistants for the press tour with our bags, 

"Okay talked with security, and they have assorted the press out, we have been told from security they are crowding most of the exits but they have explained they can get a secure car around to a different less popular exit they can't guarantee no press but less" She explained 

"We have any other way of getting out of the airport?" thomas suggested 

"Other than getting on another plane"

"Okay, are you gonna be okay?" he asks 

"Yeah, I'm just going to feel worse the longer I stay" 

"Alright, I'll give you a chance to get changed" He nodded heading out with the assistant a moment so I opened my bag and got myself some other clothes even if I felt so horrible, once I was dressed the security helped us through another part of the airport sneaking us through until we got outside and quickly got into a blacked-out car "You okay?"

"I think so" I nodded 

"Come here" He says pulling me onto his shoulder and keeping his arm around me 

"Okay we have a bit of a problem" the assistant spoke up

"What?" He asks

"The press have found the hotel and are swarming like a plague of locusts" 

"Is there at least a back entrance they can get us into?" 

 "Just finding that out" 

Immediately I felt nervous

"It's okay. I'm gonna take care of you" He reassured 

"There is a back door they use for staff they said they can let us in through there but they have already had to throw five guys out for roaming the halls looking for what room she's in"

"Fuck. Okay... how many rooms do we have booked at the hotel?"

"Three."

"Okay, get us in the back we can hold up in my room until these vultures calm the hell down."

"Okay that's the plan" she explained 

"Don't worry I'll keep you safe. I promise" 

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut

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San & Ateez - Stressed & Exhausted

Ateez had had a long day of practice, which had been preceded by a long day of practice the day before, and would be followed by a long day of practice the following day.

They were all used to following a pretty grueling schedule for the weeks leading up to a comeback, but between their long sessions in the studio and the lingering jet lag he didn’t feel like he’d been able to fully shake since returning home from their tour, San was struggling keep up the pace.

After a quick shower, San slipped off to bed, hoping to go unnoticed by his team. The last thing San wanted to be was a burden. He knew they were all exhausted and didn’t need to be worried about him when they should to be looking after themselves. He had dozed off for a few minutes before being startled awake as his roommate slammed the door open and turned on the light.

“Oh my god” Yunho shouted, just as startled to see San laying in his bed as San was to have Yunho barge into the bedroom. “I didn’t know you were in here, you scared me” he added, trying to laugh off his embarrassment.

“No problem” San said, too tired to converse with Yunho. He quickly rolled over, turning his back and closing his eyes again. Yunho, who seemed oblivious to San’s suffering, grabbed his pajamas and exited the room, slamming the door behind him again, causing San to groan. He loved Yunho, he really did, but he was always so LOUD.

Despite his best efforts, San wasn’t able to find sleep again, tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity. It had been like this since they got back to Korea. He felt exhausted all day but was barely able to get more than a few hours of sleep a night.

Luckily for San, however, Wooyoung had seemed to pick up on his best friend’s insomnia as of late, and made a habit of coming around to check on him before heading to bed himself. Tonight was no different.

San heard a quiet knock on the door as Wooyoung entered, quietly making his way over to San’s bed before inviting himself under the covers, wordlessly pushing San to the other side to make room.

“I didn’t know that you were going to bed as soon as we got home,” Wooyoung said softly as he snuggled in with San. “I would have come in earlier.”

“I’m just tired,” San replied simply. He knew he didn’t have to put up a facade with Wooyoung. He’d see right through it even if San tried.

“I know you are, and, I don’t know, maybe you need to see a doctor or something? Get some sleeping pills to get your internal clock back on track? Just seems like it’s been too long for this to still be happening” Wooyoung sounded tentative. They both knew that he wasn’t necessarily one to talk as he’d rather suffer in silence than take anybody’s advice, especially a doctor’s. But this also wasn’t Wooyoung’s first time making this suggestion. He’d been urging San to get a check up for almost a week now.

“Maybe I will,” San mumbled, “but probably after the comeback.”

“That kind of defeats the purpose, but whatever, it’s up to you” Wooyoung said as he got out of San’s bed. San sighed, sensing Wooyoung’s frustration. As he pulled his blankets up, Wooyoung turned around in the doorway.

“You know, San, the schedule isn’t going to lighten up anytime soon. It’s just going to get more chaotic. So if you need to see somebody, just go. Talk to Hongjoong hyung, get an hour off and go. It isn’t that difficult.” San had heard Wooyoung use this tone before. It always seemed to slip out when he was ready to wash his hands of a situation. San rolled his eyes.

“That’s pretty rich coming from you, Wooyoung.” San said a bit more coldly than he has anticipated, but he couldn’t take it back now. “This whole ‘high and mighty’ act, as if you’ve ever taken care of yourself a day in your life” he added, doubling down.

Wooyoung felt his cheeks burning with rage. The fact that San had a point was absolutely immaterial in that moment, and the words spilled from Wooyoung’s mouth before his brain could stop them.

“You know what, fuck you San. I’ve been in here every night since we’ve gotten home, trying to help you fall asleep. And every day making sure that you’re eating and drinking and showering and…” Wooyoung’s words were picking up speed and volume, attracting the attention of the rest of the members, who sat in shocked silence, listening to this unexpected fight between the best friends. “I’m tired too, but here I am like a fucking idiot, taking care of you and…”

Wooyoung’s tirade was interrupted by Yunho’s hand on his shoulder, leading him out of the doorway and closing the door quietly behind them. San could hear some words quietly exchanged outside before Yunho finally sent Wooyoung off to bed and slipped into the bedroom and into bed himself.

“He doesn’t mean it, San,” Yunho said after a few moments of silence. “He’s just worried. We all are.”

“Goodnight, Yunho” San said firmly, effectively putting an end to the conversation. He’d had enough of everybody else’s opinions for the night.

*~*~*~*~*~

After a few hours of tossing and turning to the sounds of Yunho’s heavy breathing, San finally managed to fall asleep, only to be woken soon after by Hongjoong.

“Hey” Hongjoong said quietly, taking a seat at the foot of San’s bed. “How did you sleep last night?”

“Fine,” San replied. His go to response as of late.

Hongjoong waited a moment for more elaboration, but none came.

“Listen, I’ll clear your schedule for the whole morning if you want to make an appointment? I know the jet lag was rough when we came back but your body should have adjusted by now.” Hongjoong was using his leader voice. San didn’t like it.

“I’m fine. I slept fine. I’ll be fine” San said, plastering on a fake smile as he got out of bed. Hongjoong didn’t believe a single word of it but didn’t want to overstep, instead nodding as he gently shook Yunho awake.

*~*~*~*~*~

As soon as San stepped out of his room, he could feel the tension amongst the members. It didn’t surprise him as they had all heard his fight with Wooyoung, but that still didn’t make it any less awkward.

“We’re leaving in 20, make sure you have something to eat,” Seonghwa said quickly in passing as he headed back to his room to get dressed for the day, leaving San and Wooyoung alone in the kitchen.

San looked down at his feet for a few moments before raising his gaze to meet Wooyoung’s. That was all it took to set Wooyoung off again.

“No, San, we aren’t doing this today” Wooyoung hissed. “I’m done being your emotional support companion when you’re not doing anything to help yourself. I just won’t do it anymore.”

“Woo, I’m sorry,” San started, earning a stone cold glare from Wooyoung.

“If you were really sorry you’d listen to what I’ve been saying about seeing somebody. I can’t continue to be more concerned about you then you are.”

“Well you didn’t have to yell at me last night,” San retorted, looking back at his feet.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes at that. “The only reason I’m not yelling right now is because Yunho’s still sleeping.”

“Hongjoong hyung was waking him up” San cringed at how lame that response sounded as it left his lips.

“Well great then,” Wooyoung responded with exaggerated volume as he slammed the cupboard door as hard as he could and stormed off to his room muttering something under his breath. San couldn’t make out what he was saying but whatever it was prompted Yeosang and Jongho to pop their heads out of their room to see what or who the source of Wooyoung’s anger was, unsurprised to see San standing there, his mouth slightly agape.

The look on San’s face was enough to draw Yeosang from his room to the kitchen.

“He’s being too harsh,” Yeosang said quietly, not wanting Wooyoung to hear him. “But you’ve gotta see where he’s coming from.”

Before San could respond, Hongjoong let them know that van would be here soon and that it was their last call to grab something to eat before they left. San grabbed a protein bar, taking a few bites before stuffing the rest in his bag. For whatever reason it wasn’t sitting well with him right now but he was sure he’d be hungry later.

*~*~*~*~*~

The first few hours of practice were a nightmare for San. Wooyoung refused to make eye contact while they carried on with work. San and Wooyoung were both seasoned enough to know that their spat couldn’t get in the way of being professional, but that didn’t mean that they had to like it.

On top of the awkward dynamic, San was really feeling the effects of his insomnia catch up to him. There was no way he’d let on that his head was aching and that his muscles were rejecting every movement. He knew that Wooyoung would throw it straight back in his face and, after so many years of being best friends, he knew that Wooyoung loved to be able to say “I told you so.” And, frankly, San knew that Wooyoung was right, but he really wasn’t being stubborn. Quite the opposite actually. He was so desperate to be at each and every rehearsal, recording, and meeting leading up to their comeback that he couldn’t find the time to visit the doctor and the thought of missing anything and potentially letting the team down made him feel more sick than the lack of sleep.

So when Hongjoong called for a lunch break, San dragged his body to the wall where collapsed as gracefully as he could, still emitting a loud thud. The rest of the members joined, all feeling equally drained.

Once they had all had a few minutes to catch their breath and rehydrate, Hongjoong proposed that they head out for lunch instead of ordering in, believing that leaving the studio and getting some fresh air would do everybody some good. One by one the members stood up, bundling up in their hats and jackets and heading out the studio door, leaving only Jongho, who was changing into his boots, and San, who had not found the energy to stand up.

“Let’s go, hyung,” Jongho urged, extending his hand to help San up, but San didn’t even look up at him.

“I can’t get up” San murmured almost inaudibly.

“I know you’re tired, hyung, but you’ll probably feel better once you’ve eaten” Jongho responded.

“No, I mean I really can’t get up” San responded, louder this time, his voice cracking at the end. Jongho was a bit taken aback by the panicked edge in San’s voice. As he knelt down in front of San, he noticed how his hyung was shaking and how pale he looked.

Not knowing what else to do, Jongho shouted back toward the closed studio door. “Hyungs?!”

The door was quickly opened by Wooyoung, who was looking at his watch and seemed poised to complain about how long they were taking, until he looked up and saw San sitting there with tears in his eyes.

In that moment, all of Wooyoung’s frustration toward San melted away as he quickly had a seat next to him. San didn’t say a word, only burying his face into Wooyoung’s shoulder to hide his sobs. Wooyoung pulled San in closer as Jongho explained what had just happened. It only took another minute for Seonghwa to appear in the studio doorway. The rest of the members must have spread the word pretty quickly that “mom” was needed.

*~*~*~*~*~

It took Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Jongho a few minutes to get San to calm down, but eventually the tears stopped flowing and his breathing evened out a bit.

“What do you think you want to do, Sannie?” Seongwha asked calmly, breaking the silence.

“I…” San said, pausing to think through his response. “I want Wooyoung to take me to the doctor” he said, lifting his head from Wooyoung’s shoulder, unsure if Wooyoung would agree given their argument.

“I thought you’d never ask” Wooyoung said, standing up to help San up. Seonghwa grabbed San’s other arm, getting him to his feet, as Jongho held the door open for then and texted Hongjoong about getting a ride for San and Wooyoung.

*~*~*~*~*~

Wooyoung and San spent the remainder of the day into at the hospital while the doctors ran some tests before getting San hooked up to an IV for fluids and a vitamin infusion. By the time they got home, Hongjoong and Seongwha were the only members still awake.

“Go to bed, I’ll come in soon to check on you” Wooyoung instructed. San agreed easily, desperate for a full night of sleep after weeks of insomnia.

“He’s okay” Wooyoung said to Hongjoong and Seonghwa before they could even ask. “They said that the insomnia is probably from stress and travel. They gave him a prescription to take for a couple weeks to help him sleep, then after that he shouldn’t have any issues. He’s got a slight fever too, probably a virus. They said his immune system is most likely compromised since he hasn’t been getting much sleep…” his thoughts being cut off by a yawn.

“Wooyoung,” Hongjoong interrupted softly. “You’ve had a long day, I think you could use some sleep too.”

Seonghwa nodded in agreement. “He’s going to be just fine. We’ve gotten him a week off.” Wooyoung visibly relaxed upon hearing that. “You did a good job” Seonghwa added before getting up, heading to bed himself.

*~*~*~*~*~

Once he had cleaned up and changed into his pajamas, Wooyoung quietly entered San’s room.

“I’m sorry, Woo” San said tiredly. He had had plenty of time to think about their fight while he was in the hospital and couldn’t help but feel that he had been a bad friend to Wooyoung, who had only been concerned and had gone out of his way to take care of him.

“Shut up and scoot over” Wooyoung replied, crawling under the covers with San. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I was mean” he added awkwardly.

“And I should have listened to you” San responded, getting no reply from Wooyoung, who seemed to have already fallen asleep, much to San’s relief. After weeks of looking after him, Wooyoung deserved a good rest. And, luckily for San, he could feel the effects of his medication kicking in. He closed his eyes for a moment before hearing Wooyoung’s tired voice.

“Sannie” he said, slurring a bit as he was half asleep.

“Yeah?” San replied, sounding equally as tired.

“I told you so.” Wooyoung whispered as he dozed off.

“Yeah, yeah you did” San said with a smile, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

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[smutracha]

I saw you in a dream… Part one: A blank Canvas

Japanese House - I saw you in a dream

Why was it like this. You aways felt so close to him, since the day you turned 16. You started hearing him, seeing his world, feeing his warmth. You felt his happiness, you felt his sadness, his frustration, you felt him. But you never met him.

Your entire life you hated your soul bond. Those dreams. You felt him but it was just a hollow reminder that you were nowhere near him. Still, you waited. Until you couldn’t wait anymore. You needed to go be happy, to live for yourself and not a dream.

You hadn’t seen Min in ages, it felt. You left the country just after your 16th birthday, he flied to see you when he could but then the traineeship got serious and you guys had to settle for texts and calls. But now you were back. “Bestie! No way I actually missed you this much.” “You bitch, it’s been years. You definitely missed me this much.” “Yeah sure, keep believing. C’mon let’s get you home.” “Roll your eyes again, maybe they’ll get stuck.”

The car ride to the dorm was filled with laughter and smiles and a few sniffles followed by scolds of “I’m driving yn, don’t make me cry.” Finally he pulled up at a large plain looking building and pulled his hood up so it cast a shadow over his eyes, and with a mask pulled up over his mouth and nose he ushered you out of the car as he grabbed both of your heavy hard case luggage bags from the trunk. Knowing what you were to face next, a buzz of nerves and anxiety settled into your stomach.

“So, we’re sure me staying here for the month is not a problem? Cause I have savings set aside, you know?” “Lee knows, Lee doesn’t care. Its so not a problem, look we’re on a break right now so it’s totally chilled. I mean you should really just be worrying about Yongbok cuddling you to death and Jeongin using your conditioner.” “His is probably way better so he should be worrying.” You pout with your arms folded as you both finally stop in front of a door you assume must be the entrance to his dorm. “See, you shouldn’t be worried… but Felix might actually cuddle you to death.”

“Wait, I missed you.” You wrap him in you arms before he can even turn the door handle but someone on the other side must have heard you two in the hallway because it opens anyway.

“Oh my god! The hyungs have to see this! You’re showing affection!” “Fuck’s sake Jeongin. Way to ruin a moment.” “OOOOOOOhhhhhhh, a moment you say.” “Oh shuttup dude. Move or grab a bag I got a jet-lagged girl over here.”

Moving away from you, Minho grumbles an apology of sorts about the younger boy before you can even see him. But there he his, the younger boy you’d seen on facetime and everywhere else really. He was always curious about his hyung’s best friend, so you’d spoken to him on your movie night face times a couple times over the years.

“Yn, hi. Come in before he starts wondering what I’ve done with ya.” He says with a light shy blush coating his cheeks. “Ok, but first we gotta do this… hug?” The word is barely out in the air before you’re wrapped in his arms, the two of you both giggling like you always did when you spoke through Minho’s phone. “Finally, somebody my age in our house. Finally, you in our house.”

He pulls you into the dorms, past the kitchen and through the passage to Minho’s room. He stops your luggage in the room next to your best friend. “Why did you two take so long? Oh god, surely he’s not your dream boy is he?” he chuckles softly. And while you do turn slightly sour at the reminder, you chuckle too. “I hope not. Doesn’t paint does he?” “Heh, haven’t got the talent for it. That reminds me, Hyunjin said something about telling you to say goodbye to Han because of something with his paint and viciously murdering him with a paintbrush.”

“My viciously murdered husband must wait because my yn is here and Chan should be here too soon. And we got food to get to.” “Min, can we get takeout, m too tired to dress up.” “Nope.” “But why not-“ “Minho! Jeongin! I got the groceries, I need a hand though.” “Ah, that’s Chan. And no, because I’m cooking for you.” “Wait-“ “It’s been years and I haven’t been able to cook for you in all that time and well, I gotta show ya how much I love you somehow.” “I missed your cooking.” “I know, we can cry later ok. You still have to tell me why you finally came back, remember?”

There was that sour feeling again.

“I know you’re going to SNU for your PhD but like come on, you were so set on waiting for dream boy.” “Yeah but I figured, I have to live for me. If soulmates are so destined then it doesn’t matter where I go, we’ll meet someday. I didn’t wanna wait for it anymore. Plus you know how much those dreams suck.” “Ugh yeah don’t we all, Hyunjin has them too and at this point we all wanna sew his lips shut. We’re practically stuck in that nightmare with him.” “Well then, he gets it. Do I get to meet the others soon?” “Yeah, Yongbok and Seungmin should be here soon. But you need to be getting to bed, look at you half-asleep on my shoulder.” “Ok, but in the morning, by the way Chris is pretty cool.” “They all are. But you’re way cooler.”

The next morning having been woken up at 8 by Minho’s constant texts you realize that it wouldn’t stop anytime soon and cave.

“Min, I am personally gonna shove your head so far up your ass it’ll be your new party hat for the next five years.” You say as you stumble into the kitchen. Where, to your realization, you are met with three other shocked faces. “I told you guys she’s not that sweet.” “I am pure fucking sugar and rainbows, after coffee that is. But sorry for the rude first impression.”

“I made you coffee, hyung said you’d be grumpy if you came out here after his texts and there wasn’t any.” Seungmin chirped at you with the most heart melting smile you have ever seen. “Oh thank you, that is the nicest thing in the world.” “Nice to meet you, by the way I’m gonna need all the dirt you can give me on him.” “Anytime, m your girl.” “Coffee every morning in return?” “Deal.”

“Oh my god, she fits right in. I like her, we’re keeping her if she can shut Minho hyung up like that every dance practice.” “Yongbok, you’re supposed to be the sweet one.” “Just cause m not a heathen like the three of you, doesn’t mean I’m sweet.” “I like him, m keeping him.” “Y/n, no.” “Yesss, besties.” Felix lights up with the prettiest smile and you are in pieces for his beauty. But Minho sees how the boys immediately pull you over to the dark side and sighs. “What have I done?” “Will there be tequila at the party?” “Yes, y/n. And whiskey, don’t worry we got this. Jeongin, tell new bestie that we got this.” “We got this.” “I love it here.” “What have I done?”

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[almanacrat]

Jet Lagged (Dwayne Hoover x Reader)

Part 1

Dwayne Hoover x femReader

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Mrs. Neville sat imposingly at her desk, a crisp white sheet of paper in her hand. She was assigning project partners. Dwayne twiddled his thumbs, hoping that by some miracle of god he would be left to do the project by himself. He didn't want to be paired with anyone. He hated everyone and was certainly capable of completing this project by himself. 

“Isabelle Douglas and Amy Piker.” Mrs. Neville called out. 

Dwayne felt a rush of relief when she said that. He abhorred both of them. They both talked too much too loud, and always seemed to have something to snicker about. 

Mrs. Neville continued down the list, calling each name with precision. 

“Dwayne Hoover and Y/n.”

Dwayne looked around the room, locking eyes with his partner. She was the lesser of all evils, he supposed. Despite hating everyone, she never got on his nerves. Just like him, she was a fly on the wall, never speaking unless spoken to and never causing a ruckus. 

Y/n had always secretly appreciated Dwayne. He wasn't obnoxious and crude like most of the guys, and, from what she saw, actually put in effort. Even if Dwayne was painfully shy, it was better than being stuck with someone who never shut up or wouldn't help at all. 

“Hey.” Y/n greeted, sitting beside Dwayne. They had all been told to start working on their projects during class to best utilize their time. 

“Hey.” He replied, refusing to make eye contact. 

“So... do you have a favorite author or anything?” Y/n asked, feeling awkward. The assignment was to create a poster about their favorite author, detailing their most famous works, facts about them, and what influenced their work. It seemed easy enough, but Y/n wasn’t even sure that Dwayne would say more than five words to her. She couldn't help but yawn. 

“Sorry, I’m kinda jet-lagged.” Y/n explained. She had flown to Maine to visit her grandparents over the long weekend.

“Nietzsche.” The short reply came. 

“Oh, cool. I love Nietzsche.” 

“You do?” Dwayne said and finally looked up at her.

“Yeah, I think he’s great, though, I’m more inclined to Henry Miller, to be honest.” Y/n spoke, studying his grey-green eyes.

“No way. Nietzsche is way better than Henry Miller. Miller is lame compared to Nietzsche.” Dwayne scoffed.

“Miller only seems lame compared to Nietzsche because Nietzsche has such an eloquent way of speaking, but when you take the meaning of what he’s saying, it’s just as good as Nietzsche.” 

“You’re nuts.” Dwayne said, a smile barely gracing his face.

“You can't say anything, you're just as crazy as I am.”

“You don't know that. You’ve only known me for five minutes now.” Dwayne quipped, fidgeting with the pencil in his hand. 

“I only needed three minutes to figure out that you’re crazy.” Y/n smirked.

“Whatever,” Dwayne rolled his eyes playfully, “Let’s just get this thing done.”

As the day went on, Y/n and Dwayne realized they had more classes together than they realized. 

During Chemistry class, a little white piece of paper slipped onto Y/n’s desk. The edges were torn and jagged, and the note read, “Do you know how to do this?”

Y/n looked for the culprit, and found it was Dwayne. There was a little piece missing from his page of notes from where he tore out the corner. 

“Yes.” Y/n scribbled on the paper, “What do you need help with?” 

“Number 7.” He passed it back. 

Y/n wrote a short explanation of the problem, hoping it made sense, and passed it back to Dwayne. After a moment a different scrap of paper floated onto her desk. 

“Thanks” It read.

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[timothylawrence]

when you finish the eden 6 arc lmk how was it because i want to know your opinion on it

Hello!!! Finally finished this arc LOL. took a while but we did it. I'll put it all under the cut !

Good stuff:

Wainwright and Hammerlock are so, so, good. It's one of the few moments in the game where you go huh, there actually was someone behind this game that genuinely loved the franchise and it's characters. You can feel the love between them while also laughing at their silly banter :,)! boyfriends who get shot together stay together :,)

Love the Saurians, they're cute!!!

Clay Borderlands I love You. Quite literally my favorite character in this arc, I love his aesthetic his style his conversation, I literally couldn't help how much I loved him. His backstory is one of those that takes a second to hit and then you're :(. my bestie clay ily

The whole planets look/aesthetic is awesome. It did feel pretty honest to southern USA (specifically Louisiana!)

I loved Clay's buddies. QuietFoot dying in front of me was so fucked up i literally said "OMG HE's ALIVE" and then he died. come on man.

Troy and Tyreen were actually funny at some points sorry. I had a few laughs. I think their banter is great.

The Vault fight was probably the funnest fight to date!!! i really enjoyed it :)!

Bad stuff:

Okay, so I really, really want to like this game, but the racism here is like. astronomical. Aurelia's entire character is a racist shitshow. It's genuinely so awful I had to stop paying attention when she spoke cus it just felt disrespectful. I know it's the writer's fault but like dear god. this is. you should get an award for fucking her character up. and then be forbidden for ever looking at nonwhite people ever again. I genuinely got so, so sad. took a few days break after meeting her (before her fight even!!!!) and just. didn't want to pick it back up 'cause her whole character is just. treated so shittily. how many woc in that game are dead or bad guys atp?? like 70%??? i can only think of Ava and Amara!!!! (fiona and sasha do not count, they're MIA. and fucking Yvette is dead + Juno is literally treated like shit by her own characters for 90% of her arc).

Although I love Eden-Six's aesthetic, fighting Jabbers and Saurians is virtually impossible WHEN EVERYTHING IS BROWN AND GREEN. There were so SO many moments in this arc where I just couldn't see enemies!!! everything is brown and green and ugh, it all blends into one another. I genuinely got so frustrated at certain points that I just had to shut my eyes.

So uh. no warning about BALEX or whatever??? i didnt think the incels in the writing room were this upfront but wow, an awful robot lady who broke up with the good guy and gets murdered? like that s really textbook. it was so uncomfortable to watch and deal with. Sure ICE-T is funny but like. at the cost of every other word that leaves his mouth being misogynistic.

The number of bugs me and my group encountered was just obnoxious. Multiple times of having to restart the whole game, restart the lobby, random crashes and shit- My PC can handle this game fine yet in certain areas the whole game just freezes!!! And starts to lag!

This is a whole game issue really but the plot holes are just plot canyons at this point. It's all so stupid and shittily weaved together. ugh it's frustrating to try and play this game with your brain on.

Again, I think the arc had some genuinely good moments. The puzzle scene with Wainwright and Hammerlock, meeting Clay- all of it was nice for a brief, two seconds. And then you are brought back into the reality that the game is just. unfortunately misogynistic, racist, and plain awful.

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*sniffles in why does that freak me out so much haha I’m not getting any sleep tonight*

(Someone please talk to me I don’t wanna be left alone with my thoughts rn ;-;)

#vent #pls oml why #brain why do you do the shockwave thingy #ok i know why yeah sure that was scary but pls #it’s over now it’s okay you’re okay now brain baby pls stop being so scared #god and i felt like i lagged for a moment cause like #i just sat there staring at it for a few seconds and then boom #brain went AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH and i flinched and immediately clicked away and now i feel paranoid and like i’m gonna cry and throw up #is this? is this what being triggered by something is? help? help? hxbsihxisjxkwjxowj #it’s ok dw i mean i’m fucking terrified rn and it won’t leave my head #but i can deal with it

[thatonecoryosimp]

My Best Friend's Dad. C!Schlatt X Reader. Smut

Part 2 HERE

Hey y'all, I'm trying to come up with a schedule for the Devil's Mercenary. I hope you guys enjoy this tho. I didn't proofread this, but y'know. Remember, requests are open, drink water, and stay safe.

Warnings: No pronouns used but afab reader. Age gap. Smut (duh). The word daddy is used like once, and like one line of degradation.

Date: September 26th, 2021

Tommy is my younger brother, I was about four when Dadza brought him home. So as we got older, we got into a lot of trouble together. Since the age gap between Tommy and I was so small, it meant we got on better than I did with my other brothers.

Whenever Tommy first began hanging out with Tubbo, I felt betrayed, like I had lost my brother, my only real friend. But then he started bringing Tubbo around the house, I think he was five at this point, and originally, I tried to stay spiteful. Make sure Tubbo knew I didn't like him.

But that changed when Tubbo handed me his most prized be plushie. I was sitting in a corner away from everyone, watching as Tubbo and Tommy played. He practically shoved the thing in my arms and told me it would make me feel better.

That's the day my opinions on Tubbo shifted, and I began hanging out with my brother and his friend. Tubbo soon became my own best friend. We did everything together. One day, a couple years later. He decided it was time to have a sleepover at his house.

I begged and pleaded with Dadza until he finally gave in. I was ecstatic as I raced to Tubbo's house with the boy right by my side. Dadza was lagging behind with an exasperated look on his face, but at that moment I didn't care. Tommy didn't get to come that day, he was grounded. Which made this better for me.

I knocked on the door and a pretty young man answered the door. He looked like he was in his twenties, perhaps twenty or twenty-one. Dadza didn't seem to notice this, as he just to him to make sure I don't die.

He introduced himself as Schlatt, Tubbo's father. I pointed out the fact that he was pretty young to be a father but he just laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

This went on for a couple years, up until I was twelve. Then Schlatt just randomly vanished like the Avatar. I remember the day clearly, Tubbo sprinted up to the house with tears in his eyes. His hair fanned over his face as he erratically knocked on the door. It was heartbreaking to see him like this, but it also pushed Tubbo and me closer, and I swore to myself I would never leave him, or Tommy.

I wasn't exactly fond of the idea of L'manburg, I was seventeen at the time, and didn't want to be a part of something that could take me away from having a normal life. So when Wilbur and Tommy came up to me with the proposition, I said no. Telling them I wanted no part in the creation of this glorious nation. But when they told me Tubbo was involved, I couldn't say no. I had to be there for him, and I could look after Tommy at the same time.

So with a sigh, I agreed.

We were getting ready for the election, Wilbur's face gleamed with hope as he looked out. My gut was turning and wrenching, I hadn't been here the past couple of days, I had gone out with Tommy and Tubbo to celebrate my eighteenth birthday. Apparently, Wilbur had forgotten about it because when I got back I was yelled at and berated.

That's how I had ended up in the medical house, watching in horror as my brothers got chased out of their own nation, not being able to do anything but sit there. I don't know how long I sat there in that prison before the door opened. I was expecting it to be Tubbo, he was the only other person that knew where I was. But instead of my best friend, it was his dad.

My eyes widened as I looked at the man that had supposedly disappeared. I remember him helping me up and bringing me to the room he was staying in.

I remember him ogling me as I sat there.

And I remember the first words he had said to be in 6 years. "Look how much you've grown, and in all the right places."

I also remember the promise I made myself that night, to stay far away from Tubbo's father.

Which is why it still confuses me how I got here.

A moan tore from my throat as my back arched up.

"Fuck! I cried out as my hands tugged at the dark head of hair. His horns constantly poking my thighs. His hands were wrapped around my waist making sure to keep me securely on his desk. There was a huge mess on the floor, one I knew Tubbo would have to pick up later.

His tongue was working magic as he fucked me with it. His eyes met mine as he licked another long swipe up my folds. He pressed one last kiss to my clit before standing up completely. He pulled his tie from his suit as he stared at me with burning desire.

He bent down and pressed a kiss to my lips. His fingers beginning to tease at my entrance. I whined against him causing a chuckle to sound from the man on top of me. He pulled back with a smirk on his face. He pulled his cock from his pants and my breath stopped in anticipation. I looked up at him with glazed eyes.

I'm sure I looked like a mess, but I didn't care at that moment.

"You look so pretty like this," he mumbled as he brushed my hair back.

"Please..." I whispered, my eyes closed in shame. But that feeling was washed away whenever he pushed himself in me. I groaned as my head fell back, "gods."

His hips started moving tantalizingly slow, before beginning a rough pace. Moans fell from my lips as I felt him sink in me and pull out again and again.

"Fuck fuck fuck," I moaned as my arms reached up and around his neck. "Harder, please daddy harder."

I heard him groan slightly, "Stupid slut," he grumbled as his hands fell to my shirt. He pulled the fabric up revealing my boobs. His mouth latched onto a nipple as he began going faster.

My eyes were rolled back and my head was leaned back. The only thing to slightly snap me back into reality was his voice, "Cum."

Isn't it sad that's all I needed? My back arched further this time as my arms tightened around him. I heard a soft pop sound as he pulled his mouth away and pressed his lips to mine. His hips sputtered slightly before stilling. I felt the white, hot liquid spill into me as I moaned.

My breathing slowly regulated as I laid there for a second before my eyes snapped open.

Did I take my pill this morning?

~~~

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[hyuckshaze]

zoom shenanigans - l.dh

✩‌ haechan ‌x‌ ‌fem!reader‌ ‌|‌ boyfriend!haechan | smut | ‌1.6k+ words ✩

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ you don’t quite know how hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call

WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ exhibitionism, unprotected sex, dom!sub themes, asphyxiation, edging/overstimulation, spitting, slight humiliation, degradation (use of words such as whore, slut etc.), dumbification, slight dacryphylia, salirophilia, dirty talk - basically pure and absolute filth!

AUTHOR’S NOTES ⇾ i couldn’t stop thinking about this throughout the entirety of my online classes today, so i just had to write about it to get it off my chest. i am an absolute slut when it comes to dom!hyuck, so this is just self-indulgence really. enjoy! not proofread so please message if there’s any errors, or anything missing from the warning list! - lex

You don’t quite know how Hyuck convinced you to sit on him while in a class zoom call. 

He’d driven you insane. You’d been sat on his cock since the start of your lesson, for which your teacher, thank God, had decided that cameras did not need to be on. The class only lasted an hour, with you sitting on his lap in his gaming chair because ‘your desk chair just isn’t comfy enough, Y/N’, according to him anyway. You thought your desk chair was perfectly comfy, but he insisted. 60 minutes doesn’t seem all that long in the grand scheme of things, but with a boyfriend as evil as Donghyuck, of course he knew just how to make that hour feel like an eternity, teasing you relentlessly throughout. His lips brushing against your ear as you tried your hardest to complete the set work, whispering unspeakable promises into your ear and sending dark shivers down your spine. Though you couldn’t see his face, you knew the exact expression that was plastered on his face as his wandering hands roamed your body, squeezing and pinching all the spots that he knew would have you squirming in his hold. By far, the most infuriating thing he would do, though, was to snake his hand around your body whenever you had to turn your microphone on, fingers rubbing your clit in circles that had you biting back loud and sensual moans, managing to suppress the noises down to sighs which, as a University student, were not all that uncommon to hear. 

It’s when the time hits 11:50am, exactly 10 minutes before the end of the lesson (you know because you began checking it, what seemed like, every few seconds, sensing his growing impatience), that his self-control evaporates. With a raspy grunt, his hand wraps around your neck and he thrusts up into you, hard, fast and rough. You gasp, face contorting in pleasure at the sudden movements which have you crying out and grasping at the desk in front of you in order to stay upright. You whine as his grip on your neck tightens, pulling you back towards his chest in one, swift movement. A yelp escapes your lips, now blindly grabbing at the armrests on either side of the chair in order to stop your legs from giving out. Not that you’d go anywhere, Hyuck’s rigid grip on you made sure of that. His hot breath against the back of your neck caused goosebumps to form on your exposed skin, a shudder going through your body at the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His hand on your neck pushes your jaw backwards, the back of your head resting on his shoulder as he looks down at your flushed face, tears of pleasure collecting at the corners of your wide and innocent eyes, perfect pink lips parted so beautifully, not to mention the dream-worthy sounds escaping them. How could he have ended up with such a perfect little girl? His hand moves for only a split second from your neck, squeezing your cheeks together in order to open your mouth. He spits harshly into your now open mouth, pressing your cheeks shut again afterwards. You let out a sudden and uncontrollable moan at the sound of him doing such a filthy thing, feeling his spit hit your tongue forcefully. You know what he wants. You close your mouth and swallow, his hand creeping back down towards your neck as you show him your empty mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” He rasps, giving a tight squeeze to your neck once more.

With your eyes squeezed so tightly shut, you almost forget that you’re supposed to be listening to your Biomedical Sciences lecturer drone on about Haematology and Transfusion. Almost.

“Right, now that’s done, everyone turn your cameras on for this last task. We’re going to be going through the homework assignment that I set for you all last week, don’t think you can get away without speaking either! I’m gonna be asking you all questions about the task.” His words barely register in your mind, your head fuzzy and body shaking at the feeling of your boyfriend rearranging your insides so delectably. After a few moments, his words seem to sink in and your eyes shoot open, urgently whispering Hyuck’s name. There was no way you could turn on your camera, you’d have to lie. I dropped my laptop; my WiFi is lagging; my room is a mess. A thousand ways to excuse yourself ran through your mind, albeit at a much slower pace than usual. You could only focus so much through the feeling of Haechan fucking into you so hard and fast. Your desperate whines of his name are interrupted as he hums into your ear, not slowing his hips or showing any sign of stopping. If anything, it becomes even harder to think at his words.

“We both know that’s not what you call me when I’m fucking you, baby.” He growls into your ear, pounding into you with even more force, rendering you barely capable of thinking, let alone talking. Your walls clench tightly around his hard cock, a string of curses escaping your boyfriend’s pink lips as he grunts loudly at the feeling.

“M-my professor s-said-” You start, barely able to string a sentence together.

“I heard what your professor said, baby. Turn on your camera. Show your entire class how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Show them how this perfect A* student cums all over my dick, huh? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Everyone seeing the perfect little teachers pet coming all over her boyfriends cock during her class? Everyone seeing how fucking dumb you get for my dick?” You bite your lip, holding back a scream. You can’t, however, stop a broken whimper from escaping you.

“Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes! Please, oh my God!” The hand that isn’t clutching your neck so tightly moves downwards, fingers brushing your clit so delicately.

“Please... Please what, slut?” He spits, tears now leaking down your face, chest shaking as you hold in overwhelmed sobs.

“Please Daddy!” You cry out, mascara beginning to smudge as you clench your eyes shut so tightly. You no longer care about your waiting professor, you no longer care about the entire class, it’s only Haechan. He is all you can feel and think.

“Y/N, we’re waiting on you to turn your camera on...” Your professor presses, but you don’t even hear him. It’s only when your boyfriend stops all of his movement, hand slipping away from your throat, reaching down and reclining his gaming chair into a laying position, that you realise what he wants.

“No, no, no. Please, Hyuckie!” You whine, head spinning at the loss of movement. He’s laying practically flat now, out of view of the camera. You try to move, rolling your hips atop his dick but his fingers dig into your hips hard, almost painfully, as he holds you in place, smirking up at your shaking figure with mirth.

“Go on, baby. Turn on your camera.” He warns, fingers digging even harder into your hips. You send him an exasperated look, to which he gives you the look. You know what that means. ‘Do as I fucking say, or you’ll regret it’. 

Your shaky hands reach over to the laptop, clicking the camera button as you let out an uneven breath. After a few seconds, your face appears on the screen. Your eyes widen. What your boyfriend had failed to inform you, was that your face was flushed and sweaty, mascara smudging your cheeks in obvious tear streaks, a drop of his spit glittering as it sat upon your chin. You wiped your face on your sleeve as soon as you catch sight of yourself, moving forward to pretend to be sorting a non-existing wire behind your screen as you try to make yourself look more presentable. As you do so, you hear his voice whisper.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you called me just then and don’t think you’re getting away with it. ‘Hyuckie’ doesn’t fuck you the way Daddy does.” His low tone causes you to clench around him, taking a deep breath at his teasing words. He scoffs at your silence, squeezing your ass, hard, so that you let out a small whimper. He hums in satisfaction as you plaster an obviously fake smile onto your face before leaning back, clicking on the unmute button for only a moment before abruptly turning it off again, barely having finished your sentence, as Haechan’s rock hard dick twitches inside your sensitive pussy.

“Sorry, Professor. I had tech issues.” 

✩  ✩   ✩

Those last 8 minutes of class felt like an eternity, and your boyfriend made sure of that. You thought you’d done a pretty good job at hiding it, though. Not one person gave you a funny or disgusted look as you answered the Professor’s questions and kept a small, albeit forced, smile on your face. You couldn’t help but feel a twisted form of pride at your ability to pretend as though nothing was happening as you sat atop of Hyuck’s dick, enduring his endless verbal and physical teasing throughout.

It wasn’t until after the two of you were finished, long after the class had done so, that your boyfriend checked his phone

“Y/N...” You heard him call from the bathroom. You couldn’t find the energy to move, simply humming in acknowledgement at his hesitant-sounding call. He enters the bedroom in all his naked glory, carrying a small, wet cloth in order to clean you up in one hand, his phone in the other. Your eyes trace his naked body, focusing on the smooth, tanned skin. He really was a sight for sore eyes, somebody that you could never get tired of looking at. You’re disrupted from staring at his body when he holds his phone out in front of your face. You reluctantly tear your eyes from his torso, focusing in on the brightly lit screen, squinting slightly to read the text upon it.

“ 

MESSAGES

Jaemin

fucking your gf during her zoom class, nice one bro. though, you might wanna make sure that you actually hang up next time. the whole class was still there, apart from the prof. not that they’re complaining, i saw their faces. they’re gonna be getting off to that for the entirety of lockdown, i swear! 

“

Needless to say, nobody in class called you the Teacher’s Pet anymore.

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[waka-chan-out]

Jet Lag

based on this request

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 2.2k

content warnings: established relationship, somnophilia, consensual nonconsent, oral (f. recieving), light hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, technically cockwarming at the end?

i will reiterate that this is not dubcon or noncon. this is 100% consensual and that is written into the story. do not read if this concept is upsetting to you, but there is no surprise element of genuine nonconsent here. if you have questions, please read my explanation here.

When Kiyoomi’s eyes opened he realized it was still dark outside. He was jet-lagged after returning from his most recent tournament, and it was really getting on his nerves that he couldn’t sleep through the night. His hand absentmindedly combed through your hair. You were such a heavy sleeper, barely stirring even when he was restless and awake. You hummed and nuzzled further against his chest.

He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and checked the time. 4 am. Damn it. At least he was making some progress towards a full night of sleep. His few nights at a hotel on the way back had seen him waking just after midnight and falling asleep when the team was out to dinner, much to Atsumu’s delight. He flipped through the notifications he’d gotten since last night and miserably wondered why anyone would contact him at this hour.

Your hand shifted from around his waist. He glanced down in amusement. It dragged down towards his lower stomach, then back up to his chest. The touch sent goosebumps through his body. You continued the movement, massaging at his abdomen with a steady palm and wandering fingers. It was one part soothing, another part horrifyingly arousing.

Your hand slowed on his stomach, traveling father down and settling there. You had laid your hand right on his — shit. Was he hard?

Kiyoomi stared up at the ceiling. How desperate was he that a simple touch like that put him in this state?

He had to admit, though, your hand probably wasn’t the only reason he was like this. You had kicked down the sheets, exposing your bare legs where they were tangled with his. You were only wearing a large t shirt and an immodest pair of underwear. It all felt very deliberate, just like the way your hand was now resting directly on his achingly hard cock.

He slid his hand down your body and pulled up the side of your shirt. He carefully ran his fingers along your skin. He felt your stomach flutter at his touch, and you shifted so you were on your back, legs parted and abdomen exposed. Shit.

Kiyoomi let his hand glide under your shirt once again. His fingers traced along your skin to your chest, where he gently tugged at one of your nipples. You tipped your head to the side and he swore that you smiled in your sleep.

He continued the gentle slide of his fingers, moving between the soft buds until your hips were shifting against the bed. He smiled down at you. You looked so cute like this, responsive to him even in your sleep. He tried to be slow and patient, but the way your breath fluttered his hair made it hard to control himself.

He slid his hand down his boxers and, even though he was expecting it, he was still shocked by just how hard he was already. He closed his eyes at the feeling of his hand pumping up and down on his cock. It was good, so good, but it wasn’t enough.

He wanted to touch you. His hand felt okay but god, your skin was so soft and you were so receptive, even while asleep. He could see the deep rise and fall of your chest, your nipples peeking out from your soft shirt, the slight angle of your hips. Your words echoed in his head, telling him “it’s okay, you can wake me up. or not. i don’t mind.” He felt dirty, but you had made it clear that it was okay, welcome even.

He experimentally ran his hand down your figure again, stopping at the hem of your underwear. He pressed his hand between your legs, rubbing you gently through the cloth barrier. You hummed in your sleep and he smiled, pleased. He put a little more pressure in the movement, dragging his fingers over your clothed clit. You didn’t respond as much this time, but the way he could feel the fabric dampening under his touch told him everything he needed to know.

He continued to pump his cock as he pushed the fabric to the side to touch you for real. A small shudder left him as he felt just how ready you were for him, even fast asleep. You were his every second of the day, any time he wanted you.

He slowed his grip on himself and focused on slipping a finger inside of you. The angle was awkward, but he couldn’t resist adding another. Fuck, you were so wet. If he knew you’d react like this he would’ve taken advantage of your suggestion earlier. His hand on his cock felt so boring when you were right there, completely ready for him.

He removed his fingers and, before he could think it through, slipped them between his lips. Jesus. The taste on his tongue was too tempting. He carefully withdrew from beside you, holding the sheets up as he shifted between your legs.

You were always a heavy sleeper. That’s why even when he pressed his mouth against you and swirled his tongue, your only response was a shift of your hips. He sighed against you, trying to remember a the last time he had felt so at home somewhere. The tournament had taken him away from you for far too long, and he had passed out as soon as he crawled into bed with you. He hadn’t had time to show you how much he had missed you, not properly. You knew, of course, because he had called you at least twice, cock in hand, begging to hear about your day. You didn’t say anything about it, but he was sure you knew that he just desperately needed your voice in his ear as he came.

His grip on your thighs was usually almost bruising, but now it was light, a gentle loop around your thighs to keep you from shutting him out in your sleep. He wondered if he could make you come without waking you up. After you had told him you wanted this, he researched it, of course. He knew it was possible. Judging by the way your breathing was picking up, he might have a chance. Your body stayed mostly still against the bed, weighed down by the anchor of sleep. He wondered if you were aware of what was happening. He wondered if the feeling between your legs carried and he was fucking you in your dreams.

He got a little careless as he watched your face for every small reaction. Your breathing was uneven and your brow just slightly furrowed. He was trying to be gentle, but he couldn’t help running his tongue sloppily from your entrance to your clit and sucking. It caused your body to tense, and your hips shifted just slightly. He thought for a moment that you might wake up and, though he’d be a little disappointed, he knew you would bury your hands in his hair and pull just the way he liked and he’d forget to mind after all. But you didn’t wake up, and he realized you were shaking. Holy shit, he had been right. You were coming, so gently and quietly that he might not have noticed if he wasn’t so familiar with what every flex of your body meant.

He closed his eyes and continued the gentle curl of his tongue, not stopping until your body went still and you let out a small sigh. He pulled his head away and wiped his mouth on the collar of his shirt, more than pleased with himself. He shifted back beside you and was once again reminded just how hard he was, more so now than ever. He wanted you, so badly, and he couldn’t wait until the morning. Fuck, it was technically morning, and you had given him the okay, and you were already so wet that you’d probably barely notice the gentle push of his cock if he just lifted your leg and slipped inside.

He settled down beside you and wrapped a hand around your waist, trying to gently coax you onto your side. It took a moment of careful touches, slowly pulling you closer to him until you rolled and settled, back flush against his chest. He smiled and brushed your hair away from the back of your neck, pressing a kiss right at the nape as he slipped an arm under your pillow. The other he used to hold your leg up, right under the knee until he could get close and line himself up with your entrance. He continued pressing barely there kisses to your neck as he retook hold of your leg and, as slowly as he could with what remained of his self control, pushed inside of you.

He gasped and leaned his face into your hair, trying to anchor himself before he continued moving. It had been far too long since he had been able to bury himself inside of you, and fuck he had missed it. The arm under your pillow came up to grasp your opposite shoulder, keeping you held tightly against him.

He gathered his thoughts and drew his hips back. He moved slowly, gently, grinding into you rather than thrusting. He wanted to drag this out, wanted it to last, because you were so pliable and felt so good, it would be a waste to not take advantage of it. Every tender movement felt like its own little universe, hanging in the dark and silence and disappearing on his next exhale.

The only thing that could tear him from that world was the subtle twitch of your fingers, the nuzzle of your face against the pillow, then, finally, the steadying of your breath, pulled out of the long, slow rhythm of sleep.

You let out a small, sleepy noise, almost like you were stretching, and slipped a hand back to bury in his hair.

“Omi,” you mumbled. He smiled against your skin and continued his quiet shift inside of you.

“Shh. I’ve got you.” He sighed heavily, appreciating the new wiggle of your hips, like you were trying to press closer, bury him deeper. He held your leg tighter and pushed father on his next thrust in, holding himself inside of you. You let out a startled gasp and tightened your hand in his hair. He groaned, deep in his chest. Fuck, you could tear his hair out and he’d probably just pick up the pace.

He resumed his movement, not afraid of going a little harder now that you were awake. You were still groggy, but the way your hands gripped his wrist and his curls told him you were with him, feeling every bit as desperate and wanting as he was. His breath was coming in pants now, right in your ear, and he could feel you shivering at the feeling.

“Fuck,” he sighed. “You’re so good. Gonna make me come.”

You responded with a quiet moan, barely registering his words over the deep, delicious ache between your legs.

His rutted into you a little faster, as quick as he could stand when the haze of sleep was lurking at the back of both your minds. He let himself groan into your ear, not caring how needy he sounded. You were so good, and you felt so good, and you pulled his hair a little harder and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

His arms were rigid around you and he pushed his hips flush against you as he came. He let out what he was sure was the most desperate, fucked-out sound he had ever made, barely able to breathe as he spilled inside of you. There he was again, suspended in time, the darkness swallowing every breath as the fuzzy feeling in his brain faded, then disappeared.

He was left panting against you, vaguely aware that he was sweaty and horribly hot and you were combing your hand through his hair rather than pulling in. He tipped his head against your shoulder and let out a breathy laugh.

“Morning,” he said. You turned your face back and he met you with a kiss, gentle and a little sloppy because of the exhaustion settling through his body.

“Hi,” you whispered, smiling against his lips. He kissed you quickly, once, twice, and again, missing your mouth entirely on the last one. You laughed and he started to withdraw from you. You grabbed his hip before he could go any farther.

“Stay,” you said. He didn’t have the energy to ask what you were talking about, but you could hear the confusion in his tired grunt. “Sleep, Omi. Come here.” You grabbed his arm and pulled it around your waist, forcing him to settle closer, if that was possible, and press his face against the back of your neck. His eyes wouldn’t stay open, no matter how hard he tried to fight them. An unwavering heavy feeling spread through his body as he listened to your slowing breath and felt fingers running slowly through his now tangled curls.

The last thing he heard before his mind shut off entirely was an amused, whispered “I missed you.”

#tw somnophilia #tw consensual noncon #I CANNOT STRESS THE CONSENSUAL PART OF THIS ENOUGH #sakusa kiyoomi smut #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader

[novamirmirsblog]

*Gasp* There's only one bed??

Word count: 792

Genre: Not actually sure :3

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Will I make this a series? Maybe. If enough people like it. Will there be bickering? Yes. Enjoy! And lemme know if you want more of this trope gone wrong

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

"...Natasha"

"Sorry what?" the name of one of the most annoying avenger's ever woke you from your daze.

"Come on Y/n, did you listen to a word of what I just said?" Your supervisor dragged their hand over their face.

"Sure. A week-long mission in Moscow. Are you trying to kill me with jet-lag?" you stretched and readjusted yourself in your chair.

"Watch the attitude or I'll just let you figure it out when you get there."

"Figure what out?"

"You have an avenger coming with you."

"What! Why? That's not fair. They just get in the way." You stood up in protest, your supervisor making their way to the door.

"Sorry, Y/l/n, should have been listening." They handed you a folder. "Here's your mission brief. Wheels up in 10."

~~~~~

Natasha. It was Natasha bloody Romanoff who you were stuck with. You supposed it made sense, considering she spoke Russian and was their star child for a while. You disliked the Avengers because they made things messy. Sure, Natasha should have been the least messy out of all of them considering she's a spy, but you'd seen the footage from New York. You were clean and efficient which is why you rose through the ranks of SHIELD quickly. You were a top level agent by your 25th birthday and they had only waited as long because your superiors didn't want someone so young getting all the high end jobs.

You had only worked with the redhead once before and it had been a complete clusterfuck. It had ruined your perfect track record and you hadn't appreciated it. After a long flight and an even longer hike from the top secret runway (because of course SHIELD can't just use a normal airport) to the small hideout you found yourself, all you wanted to do was pass out. The two of you had done very well not talking to each other and while you didn't want to break the streak, you wanted the single bed more.

"I'll take the bed, you can have the floor." You flopped on the bed and tried not to look over at the furious assassin.

"No. You can have the floor. I'll take the bed."

"Ugh are all avengers little princesses?" You rolled your eyes and wondered if you could wait till she was asleep to have a shower so you didn't lose the bed.

"Just because I want comfort doesn't mean I'm a princess."

"Fine. Are all avenger's prima donnas? Wait," You hold up a finger "Yes. Yes they are."

"Move."

"No"

"I'm not going to ask you again agent. I'm your superior here."

"That's where you're wrong princess." You bit out with equal amounts of venom "We're equals here and I don't give up my things. Ever."

Natasha stomped over to you and shoved you off the side of the bed.

"Ow. You psycho. Guess I'll just go use all the hot water then..." You grabbed a towel and fresh change of clothes from your bag and went to the shower before she could stop you.

~~~~~

After your unfortunately lukewarm shower, you made your way over to the bed where Natasha was innocently reading a book. Perhaps if she wasn't so annoying, you would have admitted how cute she looked with her reading glasses on. You stood right next to her in an attempt to intimidate her out of the bed.

"Why are you in my bed."

"Hmm?" she looked tilted her head towards you but her eyes never left the words on the pages.

"I am not sleeping on the floor. God only knows what's been there." You shivered slightly at the thought of... things... crawling about down there.

Natasha didn't respond.

You grabbed her book and started to read aloud - that got her out of the bed.

"'I'm in love with you' he said quietly" You read dramatically, spinning when she tried to snatch the book back.

"Y/n, stop. Give it back."

"'Augustus'" You slapped your hand on your chest and gasped. You lowered your voice "I am" You looked at Natasha, not breaking eye contact. "He was staring at me and I could see-" You burst into laughter with the ridiculousness of the situation. Natasha, the scariest person ever - was reading a sappy romance. It was a strange piece of information that was added to your brain.

For a moment you wondered if Natasha took offence at you mocking her book choice but the soft, barely there smile suggested otherwise. Before you could get distracted, you dropped the book, causing Natasha to dive for it as you dived for the bed.

“HA it’s my bed now Romanoff.”

“I don’t see your name on it. I don’t want to sleep on the floor.”

“No look, it’s right here. Next to all the fucks I give about you not wanting to sleep on the floor.”

“That means you either give fucks about me sleep on on the floor or your name isn’t actually on the bed.” Natasha deadpanned, a slightly smug aura surrounding her.

“Fine. Let’s flip a coin.” You quickly get out a coin. “Heads I get the bed, tails you take the floor.”

The coin spins in the air and you catch it.

“Oh look. Heads, guess I’m taking the bed.”

“Wait, hang on. You got the bed either way!”

You snuggled under the covers “I can’t hear you” you said in a singsong voice “the pillows are just soo comfy”

You felt a thud on the other side of you as the bed dipped down.

You rolled over to face the smug redhead “Um no. No way in hell. Get out.”

“Night night Y/n.” Natasha said in a sickly sweet voice, turning off the lamp and laying on her back.

You shoved some pillows between the two of you. “If you cross over onto my side I will set this damn bed on fire and let you burn to death.”

You reached up and switched the main light off, kicking Natasha whenever her foot crossed the threshold of the pillow wall.

#natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow x female reader #black widow imagine #black widow x you #black widow #black widow x reader

[collecting-stories]

Cruel Summer - JJ Maybank

Request: hey!! could i request a fic where reader is a pogue and reader and jj have recently started a fwb relationship but they both start to fall for each other with out telling the other.  finally reader tells jj she can’t do it anymore and then a love confession please!! thank you i love your writing so much :)))

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The first time you slept with JJ was a party at the boneyard. It was technically in the back of the Twinkie while everyone else was down the beach, three sheets to the wind. You were drunk enough to think sleeping with your best friend was a good idea but sober enough to remember the experience the next day. 

While the initial shock of knowing that you’d had sex with your best friend, possibly altering the course of your friendship in the process, wasn’t easy, it was a welcomed relief that there were no messy feelings involved. There was no denying that JJ was attractive, you were a human with a pulse after all, but you weren’t secretly harboring a massive crush on him that had led to sex. It was just a matter of timing. You were both there, both in the mood, it just sort of made sense…in a weird way that you didn’t think too hard about. 

JJ was much more laid back than you were about the entire ordeal, even if neither of you were interested in each other. “Last night was fun, we should do it again.” 

And that was how it started, really. JJ’s suggestion, observation, whatever you called it in the moment, that you keep doing the thing you had done last night. Just as friends, just for fun. You were laidback and chill, or maybe you wanted to prove you were, so you agreed. It wasn’t like you were dating at the time. It wasn’t like you wanted to either. 

Everything always felt relaxed with JJ. Whether it was because he manufactured every single moment that way or because he was just organically that laidback on a regular basis, having sex with him just to have sex felt as bizarrely normal as meeting up for a surf or lunch. 

“I can’t believe you guys are sleeping together.” While most of the pogues knew and pretended they didn’t, Sarah was unable to shake the idea. She was the least inclined for casual sex and seemed determined to prove that it was impossible. At least, between the two of you. 

“Why?” You shrugged, sucking the last remnants of your slurpee from the bottom of your cup. The two of you had met up at the corner 7-11 and were making your way slowly down the beach to meet everyone else. “I get to have sex and it’s with someone I’m comfortable with who I trust totally…that’s not weird.” 

“So there are no feelings? At all?” She asked. 

“Well yeah, he’s my best friend and I love him but not like that…I’m not in love with him.” 

The adjunct onto the end of the sentence felt clunky and awkward. When Kiara had first found out, she’d asked if you guys were dating and JJ had answered, laughing, that “you know I’d never do that to you”. It was an ongoing joke amongst the pogues, simply because everyone else had always been convinced there was something there. Despite knowing there was nothing, you couldn’t help the twist in your stomach though you chalked it up to being caught on the couch in the porch at the Chateau. 

Now you had that feeling again and it wasn’t the slurpee or the heat. 

“What if he starts dating someone else?” She kept the probe going as you crossed over some vacationing families and spotted the other pogues already set up. 

“Well, we’re not dating so it doesn’t matter.” 

Your conversation with Sarah ended then but her words didn’t leave you, like an alarm that kept going off inside your head, just when you started to ease yourself into the afternoon JJ would do something that would set off the echo and you’d feel yourself pulling back. You’d always been affectionate with each other and maybe sleeping together, being so intimate, allowed for more affection to spill over into regular hang-outs. It wasn’t something you usually worried about but suddenly it felt like the only thing you could concentrate on. 

Maybe Sarah was right. Maybe you hadn’t liked him in the beginning but over the course of things, opening yourself up to someone you trusted and felt so comfortable with had turned into something more than friendship and you were just lagging behind, refusing to see it. You weren’t the only one in the relationship though and as soon as you had settled your own feelings you began to fret over JJ’s. Had he reached the same conclusion as you? Did he feel the same way and he just wasn’t telling you? 

He’d always been pretty upfront with his feelings. JJ was the one who wanted to keep this going in the first place, not at all shy in the proposition. Knowing that, you doubted he felt anything…he would’ve told you if did. And he hadn’t, so he didn’t. 

“Hey,” the cold glass of a beer bottled was pressed against your bare shoulder blade and you arched forward suddenly, trying and failing to get away from the sensation as droplets of water rolled down your skin. When you reached for the bottle it was removed, held above your head and you realized it was JJ behind you, grinning as a droplet of perspiration fell from the bottom ring and landed on your cheek. 

“Oh my god, JJ, that’s freezing cold.” You grumbled, “what the hell?” 

“What the hell is right,” he replied, though there wasn’t any edge to his voice, he was perfectly relaxed, “what’s up with you?”

“Nothing, why?”

“Cause you’ve been sitting over here all day.” Calling the last three hours all day was a gross overstatement of time but you knew what he meant. 

“What’s the problem with that?” You were being evasive. 

“You usually sit next to me.” He pouted. “Is something wrong?” 

You bit your bottom lip, dragging your teeth over your skin until you released it before attempting what you knew was an awkward smile. You had already pre-decided JJ’s feelings for him and were avoiding him to avoid  the conversation you were bound to have when he found out you had feelings for him. JJ had been pretty clear in the beginning, he just wanted something casual, where he didn’t need to live up to anyone’s expectation. 

“No,” you shook your head, looking down toward the shoreline where your other friends were jumping waves. You’d been so lost in your head you hadn’t even noticed they left and now you were trying to tell JJ that you were fine. 

“Are you sure?” He pushed, an obvious sign that he was sure you were lying to him. 

“I don’t think we should sleep together anymore.” You got the words out as quickly as possible, letting out a quiet huff after, avoiding JJ’s eyes. “It’s just…awkward and weird now and I didn’t think it would be but it is.” 

“Oh,” JJ slipped his hat off, bending the bill in his fist as he tried to process your words, a last ditch effort to save face, “well I’ve never had anyone describe me as awkward during sex-“

“JJ,” you laughed in spite of yourself, nudging him with your elbow, “I just...” pogues never lied to each other, they were always honest, it was like the holy grail of rules amongst your friend group. “We agreed when we started this that it was no strings attached, ya know? Just two friends hooking up.”

“Yeah, so?”

You shrugged your shoulder, leaning into it as if you could burrow your head back into yourself somehow, “so...that’s not me anymore. I don’t feel like I wanna be just friends hooking up anymore. In the beginning, it was easy...but. But I really like you, like a lot. And I don’t wanna just be your friend, waiting for you to cut this off for someone else.”

There was a beat between you, when both of you were just staring straight ahead at your friends playing out by the waves. This wasn’t the light-hearted conversation that JJ had walked over here for. This felt heavy, it felt like it could change everything between the two of you, if sleeping together hadn’t already done that.  

“Maybe I want that too.” JJ finally said, adding, “No, not maybe...I do want that too.”

“What? Are you serious?” You hated sounding so surprised when you were always so sure you knew JJ better than anyone.  

“It’s been a long time since I’ve thought of this as a friends with benefits thing...I’ll be honest, I’m not really sure I ever did.” JJ replied, “good to know my undeniable charm worked on you.”

“Your undeniable charm?” You laughed, turning away from the ocean to look at him.

“How is that so hard to believe?” JJ hooked his arm around your shoulders, bringing himself a little closer to you so he could lean in, pressing his forehead to yours, “we could get outta here and celebrate?”

“Do people celebrate dating?” You asked, setting your mouth in a line and narrowing your eyes as if you were truly contemplating the question.  

“What are you celebrating?” Kiara’s voice sounded and JJ broke away in surprise, cursing at her under his breath. “Are you guys ditching us to have sex? Again.”

“No-”

“Yes-”

You and JJ answered respectively and you elbowed JJ again, “we aren’t leaving. We’re coming down to join you...oh, did you know JJ has undeniable charm?”

Kiara looked him up and down skeptically, “this JJ?”

“You guys are dicks!” He huffed, getting up off the towel and following you down toward the ocean. He grabbed your hand when he got close enough and you paused for a second so the two of you could walk side by side.  

“You know my parents are visiting my grandma on the mainland tonight,” you mentioned, “we’ll have plenty of time to ‘celebrate’ then.”  

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[generallybarzy]

If You'll Have Me Forever.

an: this is the little fic i decided to write based on a dream i had. I wrote it all in one day while I was at my grandparent's house with no internet or computer, so i wrote it all in my notebook and then typed it up on here haha.

warnings: unedited, mentions of past emotional trauma and unhealthy families

word count: 1.7k

You always loved spending time with Mat's family. Whenever there was a break in the season, you two quickly found yourselves on a plane out to Vancouver, holding hands in the airplane and in the car on the way to his parent's house.

It had been like this since your first summer with them. Mat had invited you home with him for part of the offseason, and although you'd only been dating almost a year and were still nervous to meet his family, you couldn't say no. His family had welcomed you warmly, in fact, warm may not even be good enough to describe it. His parents smiled as soon as they saw you- saw you holding their son's hand, saw him smile proudly as he finally introduced you to them as his girlfriend.

Then, they hugged you.

You hadn't come from a loving family, not one where you openly told each other "I love you" or "I'm proud of you", and certainly not one that hugged and had family game nights. After much discussion with Mat and with your therapist, you came to the conclusion that your family had been borderline emotionally neglectful, and you saw how your childhood had scarred you. Mat's family was so openly affectionate and loving towards you right off the bat that it overwhelmed you, to the point of you going upstairs and refusing to come down until Mat had a talk with you. He was understanding, gently told them to be a little more reserved, and helped to slowly ease you into their love. And that just made you love him even more.

Now, it was your first holiday season with them. After spending a good chunk of last summer in Vancouver, you were certainly excited to spend a few days of your winter here with them rather than in your empty little apartment. You and Mat had flown out the night before, and arrived early in the morning, grateful that the team had managed a few extra days off this season- just enough days to make a trip worth it. The whole day had been spent talking and laughing and just catching up with his family about the past year- how things were going with your studies, with your job, how Mat’s season was going, and how your relationship was going. Later in the evening, after a long round of some board game they’d pulled from the closet, the jet lag and overwhelming, unfamiliar feeling of familial love caught up to you. So, in the middle of preparing some snacks to munch on during the next round of the game, you faked a phone call and quickly excused yourself to the snowy back patio, slipping into your coat and snow boots on the way and disappearing out the door.

Mat had been keeping a close eye on you all night.

He knew how you got about affection, you were even still a little shy receiving love from him, and the last thing he wanted to do was let him or his family overwhelm you again. He had gone to talk with his dad for five minutes- about a topic that had him immediately searching for you to go hide away and get some much needed alone time- and when he came back to the living room, you weren’t where he left you with his mom and sister.

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

“Oh,” his mom looked up from preparing the food. “She stepped out back to take a phone call.”

“Yeah?” Mat snuck over to the backdoor, squinting out into the snow and spotting your figure, no phone in sight. He slipped on a pair of shoes and grabbed his jacket from next to the door. “I think the jetlag might be stting in. I’ll be right back.”

He stepped out onto the back patio, the snow crunching beneath his fluffy slippers. You didn’t even turn when you heard the door close behind him, and that’s how he knew something was wrong.

“Baby… what are you doing out in the cold?” He came up next to you, curling an arm over your shoulders. “Were they too much? Should I tell them to back off a bit?” Finally, you turned to face him. Your eyes were wet and red, but you had a soft little smile on your face. “Aw, baby.”

“I love them so much, Mat.”

“C’mere.” He pulled you against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your cold arms. You curled your arms around his waist, snuggling in under his winter jacket. “Babe, you should be wearing something heavier out here. I don’t want you getting sick.” Still, you stayed where you were, tucked into his jacket with him and hiding away from the snow and the world. “I’m glad you love my family so much. I hope you can tell they love you too. And if they’re too much, I’ll tell them, okay?”

“I know.”

“Just let me know. I know how you get uncomfortable when you receive this much love, but I hope you know you deserve it, okay? You’re absolutely amazing.” At his words, you lifted your face from the comfort of his chest, eyes red and face hot, streaked with tears. Snowflakes melted on impact, and Mat’s thumb brushed away the wetness. “Please don’t cry, baby.”

“I’m just… so overwhelmed. In the best way possible, I promise.”

“That’s good.”

“And I’m getting sleepy.”

“Jetlag finally catching up to you?” You nodded, burrowing back into the warmth of his jacket. He smiled, squeezing you against him. “Let’s go to bed, yeah, sweetheart?”

“Nooooo, I just wanna stay like this.”

“Okay, okay.” He smiled and lifted his hands in mock surrender. “We’ll stay out here for a little, but we gotta go in when you get cold.” Mat knew the reason you didn’t want to go back inside yet. One, because you didn’t want to cry in front of his family, but also because after spending the whole day with them, you were starved of sweet, gentle moments like this, alone with Mat. He knew you loved his family, but God, how you loved him. You’d been holding back all your hugs and kisses today, keeping low on the PDA in front of his family, and you’d gotten needy. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his parents, saying the two of you were gonna be done for the night and wanted a little alone time, and he knew they’d understand and head to bed. The snow was picking up now, so Mat put his phone back in his pocket and pulled you with him against the wall of the house, your arms tucked under his fuzzy coat and holding tight around his waist, watching the snow fall and enjoying the comforting silence of the world.

“Do you know how much people love you?”

“Mat…” You smiled and hid your face shyly.

“No, do you know? Everyone who meets you falls a little bit in love with you. Everyone. You just have this… this loveable nature to you/ You’re the sweetest, kindest, most amazing person I know.” You didn’t respond, but Mat saw the smile on your face and felt the way your arms squeezed around his torso. “Remember how earlier, I was talking to my dad? You know what he was saying? He said ‘the way you look at (Y/N), that’s how I looked at your mom’. And how he still does.” That got your attention, and you lifted your face to look at him, at the pretty, genuine love in his dark eyes. “Hey, there’s that pretty face!” Your hands slid further up his back, and you perched up on your tiptoes, reaching up for a soft kiss that Mat gladly met you halfway for. “I’m serious when I say I love you, okay?”

“I know.”

“I get that you didn’t have the best relationship with your family, and they weren’t the healthiest, especially when it came to showing these types of emotions, but I’m gonna make sure you get used to it. Cause you’re gonna be in my life for a long, long time.”

“Forever?”

“If you’ll have me forever.”

Everything went silent, save for the soft falling of snow, at that whispered promise. The tears filled your eyes again, just so, so happy that you had someone like Mat in your life, and that he was so understanding and patient with you.

“If you’ll have me forever, my family would be more than happy to call you one of us. You could spend all your birthdays, holidays, and celebrations here, and they’d love you. I’d love you. I do. You’d never feel unloved again, if you’ll have me forever.”

“Mat are... Are you proposing?”

He shook his head quickly. “No. Not yet, not officially. Just take this as a… warning.”

You laughed a little bit. “A warning, Mat?”

“No, ugh… um, how about a promise. Yeah, a promise. A promise that if you’ll have me forever, I’ll do nothing but show you how damn loveable you are. I know I can’t erase the years of pain… God, or the trauma that your family put you through, but I promise you I’m gonna try my hardest. You deserve so much better than what they’d given to you, and I’ll give that to you.” Mat saw the tears in your eyes and swooped down to kiss your cheeks repeatedly. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to make you cry, baby.” He could say so, so much more, but he wanted to take care of you first. “Enough of my sappy rambling, yeah? My toes are freezing. Can we go in?” He saw you glance down at his feet and immediately started giggling.

“Nice slippers, grandpa.”

“They’re cozy.” He grinned, happy to see you smiling again. He had grabbed his dad’s shoes to come out, knowing you found his silly dad-fashion funny. “Now, let’s get to bed, sleepyhead.” He pulled you back into the warm, quiet house and led the way up to his bedroom, happy to finally have some time to just cuddle up under the blankets along with you. But as you fell asleep, tucked safely in his arms with a content, peaceful smile, he could fall asleep along with you. Instead, he lay there, watching you for hours, his thoughts filled with his dad’s words from earlier and quietly, secretly, he was writing long lines of phrases he wanted to say to you, phrases that would one day become part of his proposal.

I promise I’ll keep you safe, I promise I’ll keep you smiling and loved... if you’ll have me forever.

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal fic #op #fic

[randomtasteinfandoms]

selfless| ryan atwood

summary| ryan seems to keep getting into trouble revolving around you so you decide to leave orange county, however, ryan has the same mind set.

note| I’m still in season 1 of the O.C. and even though I know Luke leaves and he isn’t really a villain, I need a bad guy for the story so I’m using Luke.

    “Oh my God Y/N!” As the officer help you from the back of the police car, wrapped in blankets, wet and shaking uncontrollably you fall into the first pair of arms to grab you. your boyfriend, ryan atwood. 

When you had decided to attend a private prep school across the country for your junior year, you hadn’t intended to fall for your host families foster son however here you were. apart of the cohen family. 

From the adjacent driveway marissa and summer stood in shock watching as there somewhat friend froze in his arms. And the question raining over everyone mind... what had happened. 

“Y/N, you’re freezing.” Ryan states the obvious as his hold tighten in an attempt to warm her up. As the scene unfolds the lifted truck of marissa’s boyfriend luke pulls up and he moves to marissa’s side, watching in guilt as you practically can’t stand on your own. 

“She needs to get warm as soon as possible, a hot bath and then warm blankets, you need to get her body heat back.” The officer explains to Sandy and Kristen who are at Ryan’s and your side along with Seth, who for a second went to try and help Ryan hold you up however decided against it when he saw the look on his ‘brothers’ face. ‘Will do officer, thank you.” “We’ll be in contact in the morning to learn more about what happened but get her inside first, if her body heat doesn’t go up in the morning, she’ll need to go to the hospital.” 

“Where were you?” Your voice was small and Ryan almost missed it as Sandy removed you from his hold, picking you up to get you into the house quicker. “Y/N what are you talking about?” Ryan questions rushing after Sandy. “The pier, you didn’t come.. Luke he dropped me off-” Ryan had texted you before to cancel as something with Seth had come up and he knew you would understand, however, he now realized that your phone wasn’t on you... You had forgotten it at the house and hadn’t gotten the text. At the mention of Luke his head snaps in the direction of the Cooper house and as he made eye contact, Luke turns away in guilt. Marissa put the piecing together... No, when they arrived to drop you at the pier and Luke offered to walk you to where you were meant to meet Ryan, he didn’t hand you off to Ryan, he had pushed you into the water as a joke... no knowing you couldn’t swim nor that the water was freezing temperatures. 

Even with your consciousness was fading in and out, you were so sensitive to the heat around you that you could feel Ryan’s body moving from besides you. With your remaining strength you reach out to grab a hold of Ryan’s sleeve, stopping him in his tracks. “Ryan don’t.” “Y/N, he could’ve killed you.” He gritted threw his teeth, attempting to keep his anger from boiling over. “Ryan that isn’t important right now, we need to get her inside... Do not go over there.” Sandy voice came out as a threat. He was putting his foot down. They would deal with Luke when you were taken care of, which you weren’t at the moment still shivering in Sandy’s arms. Ryan stops, staring at you and Sandy for a moment, before shaking his head in ‘sorry’ and rushing off down the driveway in the direction of Marissa’s house. “Ryan!” Sandy yells after him, Kristen stepping in quickly. “Sandy we need to get her inside, Seth go with Ryan.” She meditates the situation. She knows well that Seth isn’t going to be able to stop Ryan, however, you needed to get taken inside. Ryan fighting Luke again or you possibly getting hypothermia... hypothermia wins. 

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“Dropping the charges? Are you being serious Y/N? He could’ve killed you.” Seth was going ballistic that morning at you sat at the kitchen island drinking hot chocolate against your will... you needed something warm and hot chocolate was better than coffee, but still wasn’t your drink of choice. “He didn’t know the water was that cold or that I couldn’t swim plus if I drop the charges against him, he won’t go after Ryan.” You mumble back as you pull the sleeves of your sweatshirt over your hands, still colder than usual. Seth scoffs looking to his dad for help, who was standing off to the side reading the morning news paper. “Dad, a little help here.” Sandy looks up, “I’ve already tired, Seth.” He replies in defeat and then at the sound of the sliding doors opening, the kitchen falls silent as Ryan enters the kitchen. Ryan’s eyes quickly fall to you, but yours just as quickly fall away suddenly becoming very interested in your mug of hot coco. It was visible that he got into a fight, you often question if he’s truly from Chino because every time he fights with Luke, Luke somehow ends up winning and Ryan comes out with more damage. “I’ll drive today.” Ryan pipes up, trying to break the uncomfortable silence that was waying on the kitchen. “Yes, and we should get going before the pressures of awkwardness crush us all.” Seth jumps at the opportunity. “It’s just gonna be you two today, I have to take Y/N to the doctors.” Sandy explains as Ryan lags waiting for you to join him and Seth. “Doctors? Are you okay?” Ryan’s concern is obvious from his tone. “I’m fine.” You mumble before Sandy speaks again. “It’s just to make sure her body heat is stable and back to normal, nothing serious.” “I’m coming with.” Ryan demands, dropping his backpack from his shoulder. “No you’re not. You’re going to school. After last night you’re lucky you’re even still here.” Sandy snapped, he was right. If Luke pressed charges Ryan would be taken from the Cohen’s and put back in juvie.. and it would’ve been all your fault. 

“Sandy?” The tone of your voice made his head snap in your direction. You sat in the passengers seat as Sandy drove back to the house after the doctors. You were okay, you’ve just caught a small cold and were now on antibiotics. Not to serious. “I wanna go back home. I’ll finish the year back home.” Shock over took Sandy’s face. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Y/N finals are coming up, you’ll have to repeat the whole year if you transfer back now. What about summer, I thought you were staying to go on vacation with us this year? You felt tears form in your eyes and it didn’t go unnoticed to the man sitting besides you. “Ryan could’ve gone to jail last night because of me. Everything bad he’s done since I’ve gotten here as been because of me. I’m not good for him, I’m going to ruin his life. I have to leave.” Sandy signs as he pulls into the driveway of the house you’ve called home for the past year. “You two are insufferable.” He mumbles and you look at him confused, what does he mean by that? Sandy sighs again, debating on weather to tell you or not. “Last night I went to talk to Ryan and he was packing a bag. He was planning on running away last night because he’s ‘causing trouble in your life’, the two of you are selfless with each other. You want to leave because you feel like you cause trouble for him, Ryan thinks the same thing about you Y/N.” Your jaw hung as Sandy spilled the secret from the night before. Ryan was going to give his life up for you. So that you could live a drama free life with the Cohen’s minus him of course. “Why is he such a dumbass?” You seriously ask, which makes Sandy chuckle. “I’m sure he’s say the same thing about you. Y/N, Ryan needs someone like you in his life. I promise I’m not bullshiting you when I say he’s the happiest I’ve seen him since you’ve come here.” “I can’t ruin his life Sandy. Even if someone is happy if someone is ruining everything else in that persons life, the happiest isn’t worth it, is it?” “Y/N, I can’t stop you from leaving, but think on it. At least talk to him.” 

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“Ryan, can we talk?” Your voice and the knock on his open door spooked him as he laid staring at his ceiling. It wasn’t abnormal for you to come to the pool house at night to see him. It wasn’t abnormal for you to sleep in the pool house with him just like it wasn’t abnormal for him to sleep in your bedroom inside of the main house. In the beginning Kristen and Sandy tried to stop it from happening, however as time progressed and a pregnancy hasn’t occurred it’s just become normal for one of your beds to be empty at night. The sound of your voice had spooked him as you haven’t spoken more than a few sentences to him since his brawl with Luke. “Yeah, totally.” Ryan shot up, sitting on the side of his bed as you closed the door behind you and joined him on the bed with a large space between you. Strange. The two of you are normally attached at the hip while around each other. It wasn’t something you two did on purpose, most of the time you don’t realize you’re as close until it’s pointed out by a third party. Ryan clears his throat, not liking the silence hanging in the air between your two. “Are you alright?” He questioned noticing you still swearing a sweatshirt even in orange county’s early May weather. Then it hits him, jealously at the notice of the sweatshirt being Seth’s. he ignores it, looking away from the sweatshirt and moving to your face. You’re not looking at him and he feels it in his chest. Pain. You finally nod, “Just a cold, I’m on antibiotics for like 2 weeks.” You explain not going into more detail than needed before letting the silence fall again. 

“I might be going back home.” Ryan’s head snaps so face that you’re surprised his neck didn’t break. “What?” “You don’t have to runaway, I’m most likely going back home after final exams.” Ryan was dumbfounded, A by your confession and B by the fact that Sandy told you about his antics. Ryan goes to speak, however he stops himself, shakes his head and changes what he was going to say. Realization hitting him as his conversation with Sandy from the night before spilling into his mind. “We’re being ridiculous.” Confusion covers your face as he continues, “Just the other night you were here saying you were planning on staying in orange county for the next year and now you want to leave just because I fought Luke, who could’ve killed you might I add!” He was now on his feet. Anger and desperation slipping into his tone. “Ryan you could’ve gone to jail because of fighting Luke and that would’ve been my fault! How did you expect me to live with that if that happened?” “You would’ve gone on and been more concentrated on school and go on to continue to live with the Cohen’s-” “If I go back home I’ll be concentrated on school and you wouldn’t have to leave the life you built-” “Y/N you hate your mom!” Silence falls again and regret covers Ryan’s face but he continues with his point, only now talking instead of screaming. “If you go back home you’re not going to go to art school cause your mom won’t let you. You’ve said it before Y/N you’re mother is suffocating, I can’t put you back in that position.” “Ryan all you have is the Cohen’s.-” “They’re all you have too, Y/N.” You both stop speaking and you feel the tears in your eyes again as the realization washes over you. “I have you Ryan, and I need you with me, but I can’t live with the weight that you’re going to put yourself in harms way for me.” Ryan’s face falls as the first tear rolls down your face. “I couldn’t just let him get away with hurting you.” He defends himself again for the millionth time. “I know, but promise me you’ll stop fighting people and stop getting in trouble.” You plead with him and the next moment you’re knocked back as his body collides with your and his arms wrap around you so tightly you almost can’t breath. “I will, just, stay.” 

The next morning you followed Ryan hand-in-hand into the kitchen where the Cohen’s all resided, and all stopped dead in their tracks upon you both entering. “Well good morning you too.” Seth says as he notices his parents shocked expressions. The glares sent by you both make Seth uncomfortably turn away to face his parents. “How do they do that? One glare and you perfectly understand. Witchcraft I tell you.” He whispers to them making both parents chuckle before he excuses himself from the kitchen, attention turning back to you and Ryan. “So y/n,” Sandy begins already knowing the reply to his next statement. “We have a meeting today with the dean about transferring your credits back home-” “No need.” Was all you said, stealing a glance at Ryan which he return, a smile on his face in gratefulness and happiness as you both turn back to your breakfast in silence. Sandy grinning from ear to ear... his house was back to normal. 

#the o.c. #ryan atwood #ryan atwood imagines #seth cohen #the o.c. imagines #the oc imagines