#he was so annoying to get ok like i pulled for him on first rerun

[claitea]

i have finally assembled venti's (an)emo band

#clai speaks #HEHEEEE XIAOOOOO I FINALLY HAVE XIAO #he's max level with pjws and 8/8/9 talents i just took this screenshot before upgrading him #he was so annoying to get ok like i pulled for him on first rerun #got to 80 pity. stopped there so i could get zhongli which was who i Really wanted but i caved and tried for xiao anyway #this time. i lose to jean first and it takes xiao himself AGES to show up i dont remember how many pulls rn #mean to me on purpose :( #BUT ANYWAY NO I'M VERY HAPPY #i'm spending all primos i get during this banner on yelan bc i want her too #i was Hoping for an early xiao so i could wish more on yelan but damn :/ low yelan chance for me ig

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

Lovely Noya

❀ AN: I’m been trying to upload this since yesterday here’s hoping this works !!  This prompt is based off Lovely Complex, so yes Noya is Otani in this but the plot was changed to fit Noya’s personality. Reader is 5′8 and Nishinoya  5′2 or 4′10 with his hair down as Wiki states. 

✿ Warning: None fluffy goodness. Tall Fem Reader x Nishinoya

❀ Summary: Of all the different times Nishinoya saw you how was he suppose to know that you were leaving a piece of yourself inside his heart?

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1 time.

 Nishinoya rested his face against the wooden desk as the sensei went on and on about how important 2nd year was going to be for graduation and eventually college. But really, he tuned it out, the defeat at Inter high still fresh in his mind. He opened his muted brown eyes to watch as the clouds hazily moved across the horizon. He jerked out of his musing when his seatmate next to him suddenly got up, the chair scraping across the floor, and in doing so creating such a horrific sound that he couldn’t help but wince.

“L/N, read the next paragraph please,” the sensei commanded.

“Haiiiiiii.”

Nishinoya couldn’t help but sit up straighter, did girls know how cute they sounded when they talked like that? He proceeded to pay attention as Y/N continued to read in accented but clear English so much so he couldn’t help feeling envious. Despite years of having English as a mandatory class he still sucked at it.

“And that’s why the Dutch succeeded in trading with a closed-off Japan where other nations failed,” Y/N finished and tucking her skirt, sat elegantly back down in her chair.

“Alright, who’s next to read?”

Nishinoya ducked his head and prayed silently it wouldn’t be him.

“Akira, read the next paragraph!” the gruff teacher barked.

Nishinoya let out a big sigh of relief and slumped over. He heard muffled giggles and he saw Y/N covering her mouth with her hand. When she finished, she looked over to see him staring at her. She jolted in surprise.

“Oh gomen, you just looked so relieved,” she said with a grin.

Nishinoya just grinned back at her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to girls laughing at me.” He realized with a depressing clarification and slumped even more.

Y/N blinked at him and leaned forward resting her face on her palm. “What do you mean by that?”

He quickly shook his head. “N-never mind that, Y/N. We should pay attention now before we get in trouble.”

She flashed him a quick smile showing off a dimple only on her right cheek.

“If you say so. And I’m glad I don’t have to correct you on my name! I don’t really like my last name, Noya-kun.”

N-noya-kun??! His cheeks flushed red and he tucked his head behind his textbooks so she couldn’t see the effect her simple words had on him.

L/N Y/N was someone he never shared a class with, and he wasn’t close with her either. Well, he wasn’t close with any girls, but still, the fact they were neighbors would mean they should at least exchange pleasantries, right? But she always arrived before he did and left later than him, so they never really got a chance to communicate. In fact, this was the first time they had an entire conversation since school started. Maybe he should make more of an effort to talk to her. She seemed pretty nice and he could always use more female friends since he had none.

He was jolted out of his thoughts as the bell rang and signaled the class had ended. Nishinoya leaped from his chair with a “yatta!” and quickly picked up his bag. Just as he was about to go rushing out of the classroom, he remembered his previous notions about making friends.

“Bye-bye, Y/N!”

Y/N looked up startled, just as she was putting away her books and a small smile blossomed on her face.

“Mata ne, Noya-kun!” And she turned back to her bag.

Just in time too as his face once again quickly felt hot and he ran off trying to reach the volleyball gym in record time.

4 times.

 Nishinoya sat glumly in his seat as everybody trickled in for the morning classes. Asahi, the ace of their team, hadn’t shown up again, not even seeing Kiyoko-san’s face had lifted his mood that morning. Their loss was even harder to cope with Asahi not showing up like a coward.

He glanced up when he saw Y/N pull out the chair next to him and sit down at her desk.

“Ohaiyo, Noya-kun!” she greeted cheerfully.

“Hey….” he replied and sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing just some volleyball club stuff….”

“Oh! You guys had a tournament in March. How did it go?”

Nishinoya furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “wait how did you know about the game? Are you a volleyball fan too?”

Y/N waved off his inquiry. “No, I’m on the student council and I know pretty much all of the clubs’ activities for budget concerns.”

“Right well, we lost.”

Y/N’s face wilted and the smile on her face vanished. It looked wrong on her somehow, he wanted her to smile all the time.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but you’re in your second year! You have the tournament a few months from now on and even next year to do better.”

“I suppose,” he muttered and fiddled with the pencil on his desk.

Nishinoya peeked at Y/N from the corner in his eye and saw that she looked like she wanted to say something several times but stopped herself.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

Y/N perked up. “Of course!”

“There’s a teammate that took the loss really badly and he’s not showing up to practice anymore! And the thing is it’s not his fault we lost but he’s taking it personally. The team relies on him a lot and everybody’s down. I don’t know what to do.”

He didn’t know why he was asking her or why he was even opening to her, but it was a question weighing on him heavily. Sure, he was a boisterous guy that never let things like defeat keep him down, but Asahi was different. Nishinoya didn’t understand what the ace was going through, and he was kind of confused on how to make things right. Especially since he was harboring his own guilt. But it felt right to ask her. Especially since Y/N was a popular girl that many of their classmates relied on.

“Well, maybe you should start by talking to him and telling him how you feel.  Start with exactly what you just told me and eventually persuade him to come back,” she suggested.

“Are you sure it’s as simple as that?” He couldn’t help but be skeptical. Where were the dramatic crying and wholesome man hugs?

“Yup! Every time the student council members argue amongst themselves, I always act as a mediator being the Vice President. We always start by being honest with each other and then finding a compromise.”

Nishinoya nodded. “Alright! I’ll go talk to him right after classes are done.”

Just as he was about to ask her if she could help him with last night’s homework (more like copy), Mai-san, their class representative, had interrupted them.

“Oy Y/N-chan! I have a couple of questions about the upcoming spring festival’s budget,” she waved Y/N over to her desk.

Nishinoya watched as Y/N stood up and made her way across the classroom. He was startled to notice her height for the first time. How tall was she exactly? She made him feel like an ant underneath her heel. Furthermore, how the hell did he not notice until now?

He watched as all the girls and even a few guys in their class gravitated to Y/N’s friendly nature. She was a natural-born leader that reassured many by her presence. She felt like a gentler version of Daichi-san, to be honest.

As the morning bell rang, all the students made it back to their desk on time. When Y/N sat down at her own, he leaned over and whispered, “Y/N, can I see your math homework from yesterday?”

She didn’t even look at him as she replied while writing down notes, “you can’t keep relying on me, Noya-kun. Otherwise, you will fail your tests.”

He softly brought his hands together and bowed. “Onegaiiii! I promise I’ll make it up to you! How about a popsicle?”

She reached over and pulled one of the notebooks before passing it over to him.

“Try not to make it too obvious, ok?”

“Don’t worry! I’m great at copying we won’t get caught.”

Y/N shook her head. “I wish you would be just as good at math as you are at copying,” she muttered under her breath.

When Nishinoya finally finished he couldn’t help but let out a relieved shout.

“Oy Nishinoya! What are you doing? Pay attention or you’ll start failing before the semester even begins!” The sensei barked at the interruption.

The class broke out into giggles and Y/N couldn’t help the small smile at Nishinoya’s expense as his face crumbled from being scolded.

 6 times.

 Nishinoya blinked slowly as he laid on the couch watching another comedy rerun of some old comedy duo that were famous in the ’90s. He quirked his head when he heard another noise. This time the doorbell rang clearly and awoke him from his stupor.

He scratched the itch on his behind as he slowly made his way to the front door.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming no need to keep ringing the doorbell.”

He reached and unlocked the door before turning the knob. There stood Y/N on his doorstep still wearing her school uniform.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

She shot him an annoyed look and planted her hands on her hips.

“When I told you to go talk to your teammate, I didn’t tell you to start a fight and get suspended, Noya-kun!”

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “Gomen! But in my defense, it wasn’t a fight, and I didn’t mean to break anything.”

She tsked and reached in her bag to pull out some papers.

“Here, that’s the work for this week that you missed. I live close by, so I got the responsibility.”

He tried to sound enthusiastic as he thanked her, but her face gave him the impression she wasn’t buying it.

“You aren’t going to do it until the last minute, am I right? And you won’t even do a good job on it either because you would be in a hurry to finish it.”

“T-that’s not true and you know it,” he lamely defended himself before conceding. “Ok, fine you win.”

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked shaking her head. “Can I come in?”

Nishinoya was startled at her request for a minute before consenting. “Sure!”

He watched wide-eyed as her head almost touched the doorframe, she was that tall and he couldn’t help but stare up at her as she passed.

“Ne, Y/N how tall are you?”

“172 cms. It’s not that tall though. Chichiue’s even taller. He has to bend down so that he doesn’t hit door frames most of the time.”

Not that tall? Nishinoya wished most of the time he was able to at least reach the glassware on the lower shelves in the kitchen and she said 172 cms wasn’t tall! Genetics just aren’t fair, are they?

As Y/N collaborated to help him finish this week’s homework, he failed to notice the stars in Y/N’s eyes and the soft blush on her face each time their hands touched. And that would prove to be her undoing.

 10 times.

 Nishinoya cackled at Tanaka who was still lamenting tripping over a volleyball in the gym.  His shaved head still sported a nasty bump that was beginning to purple, with a mischievous grin Nishinoya reached over to poke it. Tanaka let out a yelp and smacked his hand away.

“Don’t do that!”

“Gomen Ryu, it looks like you have another head growing out of your skull,” he gasped out between his chuckles.

“Ah! If it isn’t Noya-kun!” a voice called out.

He turned around to see Y/N walking towards him. She was probably heading home as well.

“Yo Y/N! You’re going home early today?”

“Un! The President let me go since I finished my work early.”

Nishinoya turned around to see Tanaka pulling at his sleeve and looking at him eagerly.

“Oh, this is L/N Y/N my classmate and this is Tanaka Ryunosuke, my teammate.”

“Nice to meet you!” Y/N said cheerfully and bowed.

Ryu however just bowed in a hurry and turned away. Y/N gave Nishinoya a curious look which he only shrugged at. He had no idea why Ryu was acting weird.

Suddenly he remembered the favor he owed her from when she helped me finish his work. He fumbled through his pockets, pulling out a Gari Gari-kun’s winner popsicle stick.

“Here, Y/N! My treat for you!” he said eagerly and put it in her hand.

“Wow. A free popsicle when I took time out of my day to help you,” she deadpanned.

He only chuckled nervously and scratched his head. “I know. I know. I owe you.”

“Never mind I’ll just think of something later. I’m going to head home now. Bye-bye!”

Nishinoya just waved to her and watched as the taller girl left.

“Noya you bastard! How could you do this to me? How could you hide such a cute girl from me?” Ryu burst out dramatically as soon as Y/N left.

“Y/N? Cute?” Noya murmured to himself like he hadn’t considered the possibility.

“You’re joking, right? That’s Y/N, the vice president of the student council. Even third years think she’s pretty and you’re telling me you haven’t noticed? Are you feeling ok?” Tanaka placed his hand on Nishinoya’s forehead trying to check his temperature.

He just batted away Tanaka’s hand and shrugged.

“I guess I just didn’t notice because I don’t like her that way? She’s super helpful and always taking care of me, but she’s not someone I would consider a girlfriend material, you know? More like a friend or even a sister.”

He saw Tanaka giving him a look that he couldn’t decipher before it disappeared. So, he just brushed it off.

“I mean the only girl for me is Kiyoko-san! She shines brighter than any other girl in the school, so it’s not a surprise that I didn’t really notice Y/N.”

Tanaka gave him a nod in agreement. “That’s true! No one can compare to Kiyoko-san,” he said before slapping Noya harshly on the back.

“Ahh! What was that for?”

“For not telling me your friends with a cute girl like Y/N!”

The two best friends tussled with each other for a few more minutes before going about their way home.

 14 times

 Another one and another Friday gone, Nishinoya stretched happily and got ready to leave for home. Next week is the training camp and he was beyond excited to play volleyball once again.

“Noya-kun! Do you have a minute before you leave?”

Nishinoya looked up at Y/N and nodded with a huge smile.

She handed over a bag that she grabbed from inside her desk.

“Here, I’m not sure if your allowed to have snacks at the training camp so I grabbed you some.”

Nishinoya looked through the bag to see some potato chips, chocolate, and other variety of snacks.

Y/N was nervously twitching as she watched Noya look through the bag.

“Sorry if you don’t like them, I wasn’t sure what you liked besides Gari Gari-kun popsicles.”

“N-no!... No. It’s just no one ever has done this for me. I’m just a little shocked is all, Y/N” he said a bit emotionally.

Y/N’s raised her eyebrow. “You’re not going to cry, are you?”

“Of course not! I just have something in my eye,” he cried out while he wiped his eyes.

Y/N let out a giggle. “Well, make sure to train hard. I want to see Karasuno go to the Nationals, ok?”

“Yosh! I’ll do my best!”

She just waved happily and turned to leave the classroom. Nishinoya hurried to show off his goods to Tanaka in the gym.

He ran all the way there before finding his shaved friend just about to enter the gym.

“Yo, Ryu! Look what Y/N gave me!” Nishinoya proudly showed off his gift.

“Whoa, all of that? Did you blackmail her?” Tanaka asked teasingly.

“Nah, she said she wants to see our team at the Nationals and told me to train hard! It’s like I have my very own cheerleader.”

Tanaka looked at Noya tentatively again and Noya’s face dropped at the expression.

“What? You keep looking at me like that.”

“Nothing. I just find it interesting that Y/N’s so nice to you. Do you think she likes you?”

Nishinoya’s face burned at the accusation and he quickly denied it.

“No way! Y/N’s just nice like that and she’s helpful with all her classmates. I mean she and I have gotten close lately, but I don’t think she likes me like that.”

“But does she give snacks to other boys? Or help them study? Does she treat them the same way she treats you?”

The questions left Nishinoya a bit speechless and unable to respond coherently.

“S-still I don’t think she likes me, Ryu! There’s just no way!” He burst into nervous laughter and swerved around Tanaka to head up to the changing rooms.

As he climbed the stairs all he could think about was, ‘Y/N’s pretty and tall there’s just no way she would like me. Absolutely no way!’

 16 times

 Most of his class was heading out to their Thursday lab class that occurred in another building. He was sluggishly making his way to chemistry which he wasn’t ok with. Because no Friday should ever end with a class as awful as chemistry (still not as bad as literature though)!

He wanted to practice volleyball some more after their practice match with Nekoma. Next time he was going to receive all the serves headed his way. His thought process was broken by high pitched squealing.

“Ehhhh? Is that Y/N-san’s boyfriend?” a girl called out.

As soon as he heard the word “boyfriend” and “Y/N” in the same sentence, his head snapped so quickly towards the group of girls talking that he could feel a kink in the back of his neck.

He looked towards Y/N and what looked like a familiar boy. Wait, was that Tsukishima? Since when did she know him?

“No way! I think he’s a first year. Look she’s handing some papers to him. It’s probably student council business.”

Sure enough, Y/N handed Tsukishima a huge stack of papers to which he took and bowed to the older girl in thanks.

“Oh, that makes sense. But don’t they look so cute though? Look, their height difference is only a few centimeters. They match so well,” his classmate said eagerly to her friend.

Nishinoya waited to hear the group of girls disagree with a frown. Only for that frown to get deeper when he heard resounding approval. Did they not know how rude Tsukishima was or how crappy his personality was? Y/N wouldn’t ever be happy with a guy like that! She needed someone who could appreciate how caring she was, not someone who would take advantage of her kind nature.

With that in mind, he rushed to rescue his friend before Tsukishima could get his claws in her.

“Hey Y/N, aren’t you going to chemistry? It’s time,” he said as he budged into their conversation.

Y/N’s eyes widened and checked the watch on her wrist. “Shoot! You’re right. Anyway, Tsukishima-san make sure to deliver that to your sensei.”

Tsukishima only nodded respectfully. “Will do. Ja! Senpai and Y/N-senpai.” He threw a weird, confused look at Nishinoya who kept sending him hostile glares.

As soon as he left, Nishinoya grabbed Y/N’s wrist and pulled her away.

“Stay away from him, Y/N. He’s on the volleyball team and he has a very nasty personality.”

“Huh? Do you mean Tsukishima-san? Are you sure? He was pretty polite to me,” she replied as she kept up with his pace easily.

“Oh, that’s a façade trust me. He always has something smart to say sooner or later. I still can’t believe he had the nerve to talk crap about Rolling Thunder!”

Y/N let out a giggle. “Rolling Thunder? What’s that?”

Nishinoya’s face lit up as he proceeded to explain how cool his super-duper receive was. And how he was called the deity of Karasuno’s volleyball team.

Soon enough the two had arrived at the lab and sat down at their assigned seats. Chemistry passed by him slowly as the teacher droned on and on about molarity. Even the lab that involved freezing and melting water by a flame turned out to be boring. Finally, the lab ended, and he was just about to zip out of there to head to practice when he heard the same group of girls again.

“Ne Y/N-san, which one of those boys would you date? Mai here thinks you suit Nishinoya-san, but I think you would suit that tall blonde boy that you were talking to earlier.”

Another voice interrupted, “aren’t Y/N and Nishinoya-kun close? I think it would make sense.”

“Yeah, but he’s so short! How would they even kiss? Don’t they have like a 10 cm height difference? It would be too weird.”

The girls burst into laughter and his heart dropped.  He knew the idea of Y/N liking him was too farfetched and even if she did it wouldn’t work out. So, without hearing what Y/N had to say he left the area in a hurry.

 20 times.

 He could feel the pressure surrounding the court, suffocating him and the team. They had to defeat Aoba Johsai to get to the finals. Apparently, his team had beaten Seijoh before in a practice match, but it was without their usual setter. “The Grand King” as he was called by Shoyo. A competent setter really made all the difference, huh. Well, Oikawa was better than competent, but Nishinoya really didn’t want to admit that right now. He was annoying in middle school and he was annoying now.

He blew a breath through his teeth as he once again caught a serve by Oikawa. The power of the serve had struck his forearms making them alarmingly red. He could feel the spirit of his team dimming as the rally continued. What should he do? He was getting the serves, but they were still trailing behind Seijoh.

“Fighto! Noya-kun! Fighto!” a familiar voice called out.

He looked up to see Y/N cupping her hands and cheering for him. Nishinoya felt relief flooding through him. She had let him know that she would be a bit late and she had missed several of their matches already. But now she was finally here. His lips trembled and he could feel his vision get watery. Quickly blinking the moisture away, he felt his spirit rekindle.

“Yosh! Everyone don’t worry about the match! I’ll protect the court, so you guys make sure to get those points! After all, I got your back,” he finished off with a wide grin.

Immediately, he could see Daichi relax and let out a small smile. Hinata and Kageyama exchanged a look and nodded. Even Tsukishima’s tense shoulders seem to drop a little. Their spirits renewed, the team quickly readied their stance and faced Seijoh once again.

 21 times.

 The defeat weighed upon the team as they moved through the building to get to the bus. They were going to head back to Karasuno and go to a nearby restaurant afterward. The team was quiet contemplating their loss silently, each of them coping with it differently. As for himself, he felt disappointed and upset of course, but there was still a drive burning inside of him. Seeing the libero on Seijoh cross the line and actually set up the ball, was inspiring. He wanted to try it out for himself for future matches like in the Spring High. However, there was still the somber atmosphere and he knew it wasn’t the right time to talk about future training just yet.

“Noya-kun!”

Nishinoya looked back to see Y/N running towards him. Daichi placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You have five minutes. Meet us at the bus.” He nodded in reply and the team left without him.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry…,” he began.

“Why are you sorry?”

He looked up at her face to see it scrunched up in confusion.

“B-because we lost. You told us to go to Nationals and we couldn’t go.”

“Are you kidding? You guys were amazing! I don’t know much about volleyball, but so many people in the audience were surprised by Karasuno. Apparently, Aoba Johsai is an amazing school, and the fact you guys lost by two points? I’m-m. I don’t know what to say! I’m speechless,” Y/N spat out in a rush, giddy in her excitement.

Y/N bent down a little and wrapped her hands around his waist. She pulled him close and he could feel her body heat against his.

“I’m so proud of you. I had no idea you were so good at volleyball,” she whispered.

His heartbeat sped out of control and he started to feel dizzy from the smell of her sweet perfume and the feeling of her soft skin against his. Why was he feeling this way? Wasn’t this how he usually felt around Kiyoko-san and other cute girls? The realization hit him hard. Was he actually starting to like her? And not just in a joking, faux way he did with Kiyoko-san, but in a way that involved heart fulfilling confessions?

Nishinoya could feel himself panic and his body stiffened at the close contact. Y/N noticed right away his body’s reaction and stumbled back quickly.

“Oh gomen. I-I got too excited,” Y/N said as she blushed.

“It’s fine,” he trailed off watching as Y/N nervously played with her hair. He eyed the prominent blush on her face. Why was she acting like….. Oh. Oh. He wanted to immediately deny it like he had done with Tanaka all those weeks ago, but it was hard to when the evidence was right in front of his eyes.

He had to go. He had to go now!

“Listen Y/N, the team’s waiting for me. I have to get on the bus.”

She smiled and replied, “of course. I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

School? Oh, hell he didn’t even think about that.

“Yeah, sure,” he got out before leaving her behind. He had a lot to think about.

 25 times.

 Nishinoya wasn’t trying to avoid Y/N on purpose. He still greeted her in class, but he was just no longer engaging her in inane conversation like he did every day. He had a lot to think about. Again, how he didn’t notice her feelings earlier; he had no idea. She wasn’t obvious but when they were alone her earnest gaze was hard to ignore.

As he tried to get himself together, Nishinoya knew he was making Y/N upset by ignoring her. But he couldn’t help himself. Sure, he was the definition of a man who was girl-crazy, but it was all in good fun. He wasn’t seriously pursuing anyone even Kiyoko-san knew that. But this situation was very real and very complicated. In the end, it could cost him the one female he managed to somehow befriend. Still, he wouldn’t have known that Y/N was going to use the opportunity to be honest.

“Noya-kun, can we talk alone?” Y/N asked one afternoon as he was readying to flee the classroom.

“O-oh, I’m not sure. Daichi-san might make me do laps for being late,” he replied flustered at her request.

“Please. It won’t take long,” she pleaded.

Hearing the urgency in her voice, he could no longer refuse. “Alright.”

They walked out of the classroom and she led him behind one of the older science buildings.

She stood in front of him, clenching and unclenching the grip on her bag before she hesitantly spoke.

“N-noya-kun, I have something to tell you.”

Nishinoya felt his eyes widened.

“I know we have become really good friends over the last few months. But I can’t help myself. I really like you! Please accept my feelings!” she said before bowing to him.

“I can’t, Y/N. I don’t really think of you that way. I’m sorry.”

Y/N stood up and looked a bit shocked. Her face that was previously flushed with nervousness drained and became pale.

Nishinoya bowed in return and said, “I’m really sorry. I hope we can still be friends.”

Still looking quite aghast she replied in a small voice, “I-I…. of course, Noya-kun. I just need a little time that’s all.”

He hesitated for a minute as he tried to explain why he was saying no. That he was confused with his own feelings, but before he could begin, Y/N ran off without another word.

“Y/N! Wait up!” He ran after her and caught her wrist, forcing her to turn around and face him.

Her face was wet with tears. “Please, I have to go.”

Stupefied at making Y/N cry, he let her go without another word.  He only watched as she got farther and farther away, he couldn’t help but think that he made a mistake.

 25 times

 He could distantly hear volleyball hitting the gym floor and the sound of someone saying, “nice kill.” But it all seemed to fade away.

Daichi hollered, “alright, let’s do another penalty drill.”

Nishinoya absentmindedly followed his teammates doing another round after they lost again to Fukurodani.

“Oy Noya, this way. We have to run up the hill now. Practice is done for the day,” Tanaka said as he dragged him.

“Right. Gomen,” Nishinoya muttered.

As he ran up the hill, he didn’t notice Tanaka looking at him worriedly. He approached Nishinoya after he was lying at the bottom of the hill and panting for his life.

“Let’s talk, me and you. There’s something bothering you,” Tanaka blurted out.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. Just the losses are getting to me that’s all.”

“Bull! I’m your best friend I know these things.”

Nishinoya looked around to see the rest of the Karasuno members busy trying to catch their breath or getting water.

He sat up and plucked the grass on the hill. “Y/N confessed to me before the training camp.”

“What?!” Tanaka yelled out.

Nishinoya got startled by Tanaka’s volume and crushed the grass blades in his hand by accident.

“Shhhhh! Quiet!” he ordered, “do you want everyone to hear?”

They turned around to see the rest looking at them weirdly before assuming it was just the duo being their obnoxious selves and going back to relaxing.

“Noya, you bastard! You got a girlfriend before me! I’m happy and sad at the same time,” Tanaka blubbered trying to hug Nishinoya.

“Ugh! Get off me, Ryu! You’re sweaty and it’s too hot.”

He sighed with relief when his excitable friend finally got off him. “And no, I didn’t. I rejected her.”

Tanaka burst out laughing. “I’m sorry I think I heard you wrong. I thought you just said you rejected a pretty girl asking you out.”

“I did reject her! And she ran off crying.” Nishinoya said desolately.

Tanaka ran his fingers over his shaved head, trying to pull his nonexistent hair in fury.

“What?! Why?! This was your chance and don’t give me that bullshit about not liking her that way! You do I can tell! When you and I talk about Kiyoko-san, you get all excitable. But when you’re talking about Y/N you’re actually quiet and serious for the first time.”

Was he like that for real? He had no idea. All he knew was that he had messed up. That day after he rejected her, Y/N was polite as if they were acquaintances. There was this barrier between the two despite being their desks only a few feet away. She never ignored him, but she kept this façade by ignoring personal questions and answering noncommittally whenever she could.

“But you still haven’t told me why you rejected her,” Tanaka continued.

“Because! Y/N’s 172 cm and I’m what 159 cm? Why would she want to date someone like me anyway?”

“Baka!” Tanaka hit the top of Nishinoya’s head. “Didn’t you say that height doesn’t matter and that you’ll fight with your life?”

He clutched the top of his head and moaned. “Ryu, you bastard! That’s with volleyball! You can’t apply the same thing with dating, dumbass!”

“Yes, I can! You think that if Kiyoko-san was over 190 cm I would stop pursuing her? No way! I would still build shrines to my gigantic goddess every single day if I have to! Who cares about height in volleyball or love? Besides, Y/N already knows about your damn height. She sees you every single day and she still confessed! Doesn’t that mean she doesn’t care in the first place?”

The words echoed in his head. Ryu was right! He was so caught up in his insecurities that he hadn’t realized that Y/N never cared about his flaws. Never once did she call him out on his height or even comment about it. The only time she did get annoyed with him was when he refused to study or asked to copy her work again.

“Ryu, you genius! You’re right!” Nishinoya said cheerfully pushing himself on Tanaka’s shoulders.

Tanaka put his hands on his hips and threw his head back as he laughed gleefully. “Of course! You better fix things with Y/N when we get back. Until then get your head back in the game, Noya. Karasuno needs our libero.”

He felt his spirits being uplifted, the rejection no longer weighing as heavily as before.

“Yosha! I want to practice some more. Wanna help me with something, Ryu? I have something I wanna try,” he asked thinking of the tactics that libero used during the Seijoh match.

 26 times

 He could hear Y/N’s tinkling laughter as she covered her mouth to giggle whatever dumb shit his classmates were telling her. She never covered her mouth with him instead laughing with tears in her eyes desperately trying to breathe while he laughed along with her. She never had to pretend in front of him. But the fact she would rather entertain whatever they were asking her instead of hanging out with him before morning classes began, hurt. But could he blame her? Why would she want to talk to someone who rejected her? Still, at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe Y/N’s feelings weren’t as genuine as he thought they were. Because there she was acting normally with other people.

He let out a sigh of relief as the bell rang not because he was excited about class. Rather it meant Y/N had to return to her seat and all the boys surrounding class president Mai’s seat also had to go back.

“Hey Y/N, how was your break?” he asked tentatively.

She spared him a glance and a muted smile.

“Good.” She reached inside her desk and pulled out her textbook.

He couldn’t help the annoyance bubbling up. School just restarted! There was no way she had any work to review, but Y/N was putting on an act like they were about to be handed their midterm exams.

Before Nishinoya could say anything, their gruff sensei had entered and started class. He honestly couldn’t say he learned anything that day. Too anxious rehearsing in his mind on what he would say to Y/N.

When it was finally lunchtime, he made his way to Tanaka’s classroom for some reassurance. Nishinoya was going to corner Y/N before she went home. Hopefully, it would end well and with Y/N as his girlfriend if he had anything to say about it. Again, too nervous to eat, he just gulped down some bread and headed back to his classroom.

He let out a groan when he heard those gossipy classmates of his again. Didn’t they have anything better to do with themselves? Maybe study like the responsible students they all pretended to be?

“What do you mean Y/N has a confession? In the courtyard? W-who is it?—”

Nishinoya didn’t even bother to hear the rest and ran out like someone just announced their volleyball club was being discontinued. He didn’t even bother apologizing to the students he was pushing through to get to his destination. His mind being preoccupied with one thought only.

‘There’s no way I’m losing her to anyone else!’

He arrived in the empty courtyard to see an unfamiliar boy and Y/N standing alone. An unfamiliar tall boy. Y/N and he were the same height.

Nishinoya scowled deeply and stomped towards the two.

“Oy! Y/N doesn’t like you get lost!” he growled out.

Y/N jumped and turned around to look astounded by his appearance.

The boy’s eyebrows furrowed, “um who are you?”

“The guy that Y/N likes and confessed to! So, she doesn’t need or want your second-rate confession,” he snarled as a dark aura surrounded him.

“Though, I would be happy to rearrange your face if you don’t leave right now.”

The boy paled and unceremoniously turned around, walking away at a fast pace. He could be heard murmuring, “what’s his issue I was only passing on a note?” But neither of the two particularly cared.

“Noya-kun! How could you?” Y/N asked aghast.

“Me? What about you? You only confessed to me about two weeks ago! How could you?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed and Nishinoya’s own cheeks reddened in response. Neither of them had spoken about what happened since that day.

She fidgeted a bit before replying, “i-it doesn’t matter! You don’t like me anyway that means I’m free to date whoever I want.”

Nishinoya took a deep breath knowing it was time to tell her the truth about his feelings.

“You’re wrong. I do like you! In fact, I like you a lot! Probably more than you ever thought possible.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “But you rejected me! Why did you do that if you liked me?”

“Because I was worried about what people might think of a pretty girl like you dating someone like me. I was insecure about my height. I didn’t think you and I would work out,” he explained quietly.

“Noya-kun, I knew about the short delinquent with the blond streak since first year. And I never cared about that. I like you because of how much passion and persistence you have. You think I didn’t notice the different pain relief patches on your arms? You think I didn’t notice how much you gave your all during your match against Seijoh despite losing? Or the fact that you’re horrible at literature but still study because I asked you to? I could go on and on-“

Nishinoya felt his heartbeat race out of control. No one had ever said something so nice about him and especially not a girl. A girl that had been on his mind for weeks. No, not weeks. But if he was being honest since the day he had met her.  

“Please go on. Tell me more about why you like me,” he said with a huge smile.

“I—no way! It’s too embarrassing!” she squealed and hid her face behind her hands.

“Oh please? I’ve never had a girl tell me she liked me twice!”

Y/N peaked between her fingers. “Did you mean it? Do you really like me back?”

Nishinoya motioned for her to bend down. Y/N, out of curiosity, did as she was told. He tugged her hand when she got closer, to connect their two mouths. She let out a noise when she felt his chapped lips against hers. He took her quiet sigh as a good sign and pressed harder. There was no earth-shattering moment nor was she suddenly the center of his gravity like people would say. But her soft lips felt warm and inviting so he discreetly asked for permission by sliding his tongue between her lips. Their tongues tangled and danced despite neither knowing what to do. It was messy and awkward, but they didn’t care as their enthusiasm and passion overcame their inexperience. When breathing became necessary, he reluctantly separated while she let out a small whine unable to disguise her disappointment.

“Now do you get it? I really do like you.”

Y/N nodded happily and gave Nishinoya a quick peck.

“Wait, what do you mean by short delinquent? Who called me a delinquent? What the hell?” he asked out of the blue.

She burst out laughing and laughed even harder at Nishinoya’s miffed face.  

 27 times

 Nishinoya marveled at the feeling of her soft hand holding his coarse callous filled hand.

“I’ll wait for you after your practice. We can get some Gari Gari-kun popsicles,” Y/N said.

“Are you sure?” he asked worriedly. She already came in early for the student council. She didn’t need to stay late too.

“It’s fine don’t worry.” She stepped down the staircase and looked back up at him. “What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to be late for practice?”

Nishinoya looked down at her curiously and smirked. With him standing on the upper stair, now their heights looked equal for the perfect angle.

“To do this,” he murmured before pulling Y/N in for a quick smooch.

She didn’t hesitate to grant him entry and let him explore for a while before pulling away. Her eyes sparkled looking lovingly at him.

“Ja!” he called out before running down the stairs. Nishinoya only sent a haughty look to an embarrassed Shoyo and Kageyama who were looking at anyone but him. A hysterical Tanaka came running up to him.

“Noya! You became a man!” The two best friends hugged and thumped each other on the back.

Daichi and Sugawara came out of their gym only to see the second-year duo crying and hugging each other, while Hinata and Kageyama were suspiciously red.

“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I better see you in the gym warming up soon or there will be hell to pay,” Daichi said as he gritted his teeth. He headed back inside shaking his head.

Sugawara puttered over to Hinata and poked him.

The twitchy first year screamed and relaxed when it was only his senpai.

“What’s going on here?” he whispered to Hinata.

“O-oh. Um. It seems Noya-senpai got a girlfriend.”

“Phfft. Funny joke, Hinata. Seriously what’s going on?” Sugawara asked again.

This time Kageyama interrupted, “no it’s the truth. We saw them on the stairs just now. K—k-is”

The flushed dark-haired boy unable to finish his sentence just threw his milk carton away and walked off muttering something about “warming up” and “volleyball”.

“Huh. It must be the truth then,” Sugawara uttered disbelievingly watching as Nishinoya and Tanaka were now talking about double dates as they entered the gym.

 28 times

 Hinata got on his bike and was now ready to go home when he spotted a familiar boy with a blonde streak. He was about to call out for him when a taller girl stepped next to him. Noya-senpai’s face beamed with happiness and grabbed the girl in for a hug. The two then walked off hand in hand as the sun set behind them.

‘If Noya-senpai can get a girl like that there’s hope for me too!’ Hinata cheered. With that positive thought in mind, he biked vigorously home ten times harder.

#haikyuu!! #haikyu #hq #hq fanfic #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x y/n #haikyuu nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya imagine #nishinoya hcs #nishinoya yuu #hq nishinoya #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya scenarios #yuu nishinoya #haikyuu #noya x y/n #noya x you #noya x reader

[warpspeedchic]

liminal spaces - three

chapter one. chapter 2.

1627 words, read on ao3.

2013.

Stevie felt her phone buzz beneath her cheek. She hadn’t remembered falling asleep, but she had gotten ready for bed earlier than usual that day, hoping her brain would have reset by the time she woke up. Her phone buzzed again. The screen lit up with another text notification, blinding her in the darkness and letting her know that it was almost 4:40 in the morning. 

Squinting against the brightness, Stevie unlocked her phone. It opened up on her text thread with Matt. She had turned down his invite for their first night back in town, just like she had done with Nick’s invite earlier that same day. She had one unread message from him that he had sent after she had already fallen asleep, calling her an old lady for turning down the invite to the old dive bar for their first night in town. 

Then, another message came through; one from Alex, and instinctively Stevie tapped the notification, even though simply seeing his name pop up on her screen had made her insides turn to lead.

He wasn’t online, but since his last text had been from that very moment, it didn’t do much to quell the vague anxiety Stevie felt. The idea of a conversation with him, even through text, was, at that moment, oddly terrifying. That was new. 

What do you mean ‘new’? It’s a rerun, we’ve seen this episode before. She shoved the thought aside, it was normal for friends to… drift apart. She refocused her eyes.

You up? [3:30 AM]

Where are you? [3:54 AM]

I wanna see you [3:56AM]

Why no answer? [4:02AM]

Text me so I know you’re ok. [4:37AM]

Automatically, Stevie's fingers tapped out her response. It was habit for her, at this point, to reply "i'm okay" when someone asked.

i’m ok. [4:46AM]

The ellipses popped up, and Stevie, oddly numb to it all, she stared at the screen as he typed.

I’m outside. [4:47AM]

That hadn't been the response she was expecting. Frowning, she shuffled out of her bedroom to the front of her house. Squinting out her sitting room window, she saw no sign of Alexander on her front steps or the street. Glancing up and down the road, she actually saw no signs of anyone, which she was hardly surprised about, given that it was almost 5 in the morning.

no u aren't [4:50AM]

?????????? [4:51AM]

Stevie huffed, his message lighting up her phone as she stuck her feet into boots and threw on a coat. If she weren't so sleepy she would probably be angrier at him, for not bothering to text her when he was back in town, ignoring her for months, and making her act like a nanny, picking up his drunk arse. Regardless of whether she was or wasn't annoyed by him, that had nothing on the annoyance she felt for herself, because she had it so bad for him and she just couldn't help acting like a fool, could she?

Grumbling internally, Stevie stuck her phone in her coat pocket before heaving her front door open, sending a text to Nick to ask him where her idiot best friend had last been sighted.

---

Her half-jog slowed to a walk as she got to the end of a street of nice townhouses, when she finally spotted one Alex Turner. Yawning and rubbing her eyes, she took her phone out to snap a picture to send to his fellow band members, to assure them he wasn’t dead.

“Come on, get up, you prick,” Stevie grumbled half heartedly, nudging the slumped over figure who was sitting on the front steps of a house with a nice garden that certainly couldn’t have been hers. She nudged him again, harder this time, and with a little snort, he woke up.

“‘Ey,” Alex grinned sleepily, his eyes half-squinted. He was huddled up not unlike a homeless person, his arms resting on his knees. He was dressed weird, at least to Stevie. She knew this get-up was his “new thing”, the leather jacket and slicked back hair and all, but it was his fault that she hadn’t had much time to get used to looking at him like that.

“Hey, Al,” Stevie said, nudging him again, this time with the toe of her boot. “Come on, it’s like 5AM.”

“‘M sleepy,” Alex said, yawning and taking his sweet time getting to his feet.

“And what do you think I am?” Stevie rolled her eyes, looking down at her phone when it lit up with a reply from Matt, which also forced the fact that it was 5:05AM onto her. Scowling, she looked back at Alex, expecting to see him asleep again, but surprised to see him looking up at her, smiling vaguely. He looked good. He always did, but privately, Stevie loved how he looked when he was sleepy, something about it made him look young and boyish. This wasn’t the worst way to be introduced to Alex Turner: Greaser Edition; sleepy, cheeks pink from alcohol and cold.

“Get up, please,” Stevie said, offering him a hand. She was tired, and cold, and did not want to have to be conscious while she was wishing she loved him like a friend more than she loved him like anything else. After a beat, he took her hand, getting to his feet. His hand was somehow warm, like it always was, even though he had been sitting on that step for longer than Stevie had been out looking for him.

Sighing, they began walking back towards her place, Alex trailing almost like a puppy, Stevie leading, weary and sleepy and heavy hearted.

“‘Ve missed you,” Alex said after a moment of walking in silence.

“Yeah, missed you too, Al.” Stevie replied, not looking up. Focus on getting home, going to sleep.

“...Are you mad at me?” Alex asked, and she could hear the frown in his voice. He sounded hurt, and she didn’t have the energy to get annoyed by that.

“I’m not mad at you,” Stevie said. Maybe she was lying a little. Alex stayed quiet then, and she gave his hand a squeeze out of habit. “Promise.”

“Okay,” Alex said, sounding happier. “Y’know… I thought- Been thinkin’ about you all night.”

“Yeah?” Stevie said, almost laughing, though immediately she wished she hadn’t. She didn’t want to hear it.

“Yeah… Saw you snoggin’ some bloke at the bar… and- saw you on a motorbike… and in a taxi… Wasn’t you, was it, love?”

“Unless I’ve been sleepwalking, I’m quite sure it wasn’t.” Stevie chuckled a bit. “You’re just drunk off your arse, is all.”

Alex hummed and squeezed her hand again, and they continued walking.

---

Stevie remained patient but mildly exasperated the entire time she helped Al up the stairs to her front door. When he had just about made it up the last few steps, she turned to unlock her door, confident that he wasn’t about to topple backwards down her stairs again.

Out of nowhere, Alex hugged her, and Stevie jumped at the sudden contact. He was warm, though, and he smelt like ale and something that was probably hair product, but he also smelt like himself. He sighed contentedly and rested his cheek on her neck as Stevie fumbled with her keys and got her door unlocked.

“You’re warm,” Alex said, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards him and almost making her fall backwards. His cheek was pressed onto her neck, which was flushing like her face was, and his hair was tickling her ear. “You smell nice…”

“I want to go to bed, Al,” Stevie said quietly, pushing his arms off her waist and pulling him into her flat. She shut the door, and bit the inside of her cheek when she turned and they locked eyes. He was looking at her like she had been giving a speech, like he was hanging on to her every word, waiting intently for what she was about to do or say next.

“Come on.” Stevie took his hand and led him to her bedroom, her sheets thrown aside where she had left them. She took off her coat and kicked off her shoes, before going to her dresser to pull out some shorts and a different t-shirt. She changed shirts before dropping down on the bed, too tired to stand while rolling off her leggings from her cold legs. She threw her leggings aside; Alex was still getting out of his jeans, just managing to undo his belt. 

Stevie went to her kitchen to get him a glass of water and when she was back, he wasn’t in the bedroom. Figuring he was in the bathroom, she left the water on her nightstand and unplugged her phone charger to use in the sitting room. She took one of her pillows off her bed and collapsed on her sofa, leaving her phone on the ground where her hand grazed the floor.

She had almost immediately fallen asleep, willing herself into not thinking any thoughts, when she heard Alex mumble her name. She held her breath, the knot in her chest tightening, trying to ignore him.

After a moment of silence that Stevie thought was Alex returning to her bedroom, she was almost fully asleep, and surprised when she felt him pick her up and put her in bed. He crawled in next to her, lifting her head gently to place her pillow under, brushing her hair out of her face. Weak-willed and half-asleep, Stevie put her arm out and found him. Her head was on his chest and he smelled like himself. He wrapped his arms around her, and she fell asleep.

#alex turner fanfic #arctic monkeys fanfic #alex turner fluff #alex turner x reader

[softyoongiionly]

Banana Pancakes 🥞

Lazy Sundays were the best. Lazy Sundays with your boyfriend Jungkook we’re even better. 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Soft! (as usual) Domestic! Jungkook, smut

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hi, this scenario has been haunting my brain for the past week so, I finally decided to write it down and, oh my god I’m so soft. 

Warnings: smut, language. 

Sunday’s were likely your favorite day of the entire week.  It was the day you spent rejuvenating and, de-stressing from your usually long and arduous work weeks. Sundays involved sleeping in past 9am, freshly pressed coffee, TV reruns and, most importantly banana pancakes. There were many Sunday’s you spent indulging in these fluffy little bits of heaven by yourself but, today, you were joined by the only thing that could possibly make Sundays any better: your boyfriend Jungkook. Jungkook had been rehearsing into the early hours of the morning for the better part of the month and, this didn’t pair well with your own demanding career that kept you at meetings and conferences during most of your free time. However, this Sunday, the only tasks you were given was to relax and enjoy each other’s company.

“I feel like we could add a few more bananas.”   A sleepy, gravelly voice rumbles against your shoulder. Jungkook’s arms were wrapped around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches you mix the batter.

“You already added two more when I wasn’t looking…” You retort, smirking as you use the spatula to scrap the batter down the side of the bowl. Jungkook snickers behind you, not denying your observation as he wraps his arms tighter around you.

“Can we slice some up on the side then? I like the ones you bought this time, they’re so good…” He requests and, you feel your heart clench at the sound of his voice. His voice was still heavy with sleep but, it held a bit of innocence that he only displayed when he was truly comfortable and, at that point, you would have given him your leg if he asked nicely.

“Of course, use as much as you want, if we run out, I’ll pick up some more tomorrow on my way home.” You assure him, smiling to yourself as you feel him move from you, leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder as he does.

Jungkook’s black hair is a mess atop his head: parted practically down the middle and sticking up in quite a few places. He got in late the night before so, he had only slipped on a pair of loose basketball shorts and, passed out beside you. Over the time you had known and dated Jungkook, you had seen his hair in a rainbow of colors and, just about every outfit in the observable universe however, nothing compared to how Jungkook looked in the mornings. You were thankful you were able to witness him in such a state.

“How many do you want?” You call as you start ladling the batter onto the awaiting griddle, the chunky batter bubbling as it hits the hot surface.

“100.” His answer is immediate and confident, causing you to giggle and look behind your shoulder.

He’s smirking to himself as he slices through the bananas, not meeting your questioning gaze.

“I’ll make 10 but, after that you’re gonna have to finish the job.” You humor him and, he looks up at you, a playful glint in his eyes.

“No 10 is fine, five is more than enough….I guess.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turn back away from your ridiculous boyfriend, giggling as you do. You flip the pancakes that are currently on the griddle before moving to the bowl to stir the batter again.

“Jagi…where is my…iron man…” Jungkook is mumbling to himself as he rifles through the cupboard, his sentence trailing off as he finds what he’s looking for.  He pulls out a bowl, covered in the material of iron man’s suit, a triumphant bunny smile on his face as he does.

“Found it?” You glance over at him, smiling as he does cause, you can’t fucking help it and, he nods, a smile still on his lips as he put the freshly cut bananas in his bowl.

Roughly 30 minutes and a smattering of banana pancakes later, both you and Jungkook are leaning back against your sofa with full stomachs and, content smiles.

“Ah I’m so full…” Jungkook hums contently, the warm skin of his bare arm wrapping around your shoulders. “That was so good jagi, thank you.”

A kiss is pressed to the skin of his chest as you cuddle into him, the low hum of the TV filling the living room.

“You’re welcome…” You mumble, your comfort level maxing out as you pull your legs up on the couch, pulling the throw blanket with you as you do.

A soft smile graces Jungkook’s face as he feels your lips on his chest. He aids you in pulling the blanket up over the both of you, scooting back on the couch to get comfortable. As the two of you settle in, your ears pick up on the low thrum of the rain against your living room window.

As if the morning couldn’t get any better…                                            

“I didn’t know it was gonna rain today…” Jungkook’s deep brown eyes are widen in curiosity as he turns toward the window, the overcast light from the sky illuminating part of his face.

“Me either, it usually doesn’t start for another month or so.”

“It sounds pretty doesn’t it?” He observes, a small smile playing on his slightly red lips. He’s always forgetting to put lip balm on them…

“It does, it’s making me sleepy…”

Jungkook giggles at that, his free hand coming up to run his fingers through your hair as you bury your face into his chest.

“You can sleep if you need to Jagi…I’ll keep watching the movie.”

Avengers, the first one, it’s one of his favorites.

“Don’t wanna sleep…I missed you…” You mumble, pressing a second kiss to his chest as another rumble of laughter is felt against your lips.

Jungkook’s hand that was in your hair moves to your chin, tilting it up towards him. His eyes are softened and, his lips are curved up in a content smile. Jungkook wasn’t the most expressive person in the world but, in the scarce bit of alone time the two of you shared, he always managed to make you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in his world.

“I missed you too…” His voice drops to a lower octave as he leans in and presses his lips to yours. His lips are soft and, have a lingering taste of banana from the breakfast the two of you had just shared. Jungkook had intended the kiss to be chaste and brief but, your lips had other plans. You tucked between his lips, kissing at him gently, your hand coming up to run your nails against his scalp, feeling his fluffy hair between your fingers.

Jungkook giggles against your lips as you nibble on his lower one, sucking it gently into your mouth. His giggle is infectious and, you find yourself following suit as he nibbles your lip in retaliation. His nose is wrinkled as he pecks at your mouth, his hands sliding down the material of your t-shirt before sliding slowly underneath it, gripping your hips as he does.  

“Jagi…uh…” Jungkook’s voice is slightly shakier than it was before and, you pull away from his kiss, eyes assessing his face. He looks nervous, which isn’t out of character for him. Jungkook was still a novice when it came to intimacy and, often had trouble expresses his desires.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper and, his eyes look down at his lap and, upon following his gaze, another giggle passes through your lips. His dick is straining against his basketball shorts, the soft material stretched slightly to accommodate his length. Jungkook’s nerves don’t settle but, instead of showing it, he tries to laugh it off.

“It’ll go down…its ok. I just haven’t kissed you like that in a long time.” He explains, his cheeks growing pink as your eyes trail back up his body to meet his. You run your hand over his chest, your fingertips brushing his nipples lightly as you do, causing him to jump before another laugh bubbles over.

“We have the whole day to ourselves Kookie… don’t you want to take advantage of that?” You whisper, stifling your own giggle as you observe him fondly.

“It’s been awhile…” He warns, blinking slowly at you as he watches your hand travel further down the length of his torso. “I don’t think I’ll last long enough for you…”

You smirk, fingers tickling over the taut skin of his stomach, causing it to tremble and, yet another nervous giggle to leave Jungkook’s lips.

“Don’t worry about lasting…” You assure him, smiling fondly as you run a soft hand over his clothed erection, teasing the length of him.

Jungkook’s eyes practically bug out of his head as he coughs, not expecting the feeling.

“Jesus…see? What’s wrong with me? I’m so sensitive.” He mutters but, he’s still stifling a giggle, his cheeks pinker than ever.

You laugh softly, leaning over to his lips, pressing a few gentle kisses to them reassuringly, savoring the taste of his mouth.

“We haven’t had sex in a while babe…” You explain and, his lips are responding eagerly, eyes half open as he nods his body slightly restless.

“I already feel like I could cum…it’s so annoying.” He whines, his brow furrowed and his pouty lips are enough to do you in and, you laugh again as you kiss him deeper.

“Just relax… we have all day…just let me make you feel good.”

Jungkook pulls back, blinking owlishly at you, his lips wet and swollen from your own as he nods.

“Ok…” He agrees, trying to contain the eagerness in his eyes.

Your hand resumes its motion over the material of his shorts and, you feel your own panties begin to dampen as Jungkook’s dick twitches under your touch. He leans back against the couch sucking his bottom lip between his bunny teeth, hands fidgeting at his sides, his eyes closing.

You slowly slip your hand underneath his shorts, fingertips grazing over the heated skin of his dick before wrapping it up in a loose grip. Jungkook shuffles beside you, his head lulling to the side as you begin stroking him slowly. A blissful smile curves onto his mouth as you start squeezing and pulling gently on his ever hardening length. You watch his responses carefully, trying not to push him too much as you use your free hand to inch his shorts down his thighs to allow you better access. His cock is swollen beyond belief, the few veins pushing against the tanned skin, his head the same color has his puffy lips, already leaking bits of pre cum.

“Jagi…I.” He starts but, his words get swallowed by a gasp as you rub your thumb over the head of him, causing his hips to jerk up slightly. His eyes pop open at that and, he leaves his mouth slightly agape as he catches a glimpse of what your hand is doing to him. His breath is leaving his lips in stunted pants.

“Fuck…” He giggles, fucked out at the filthy sight before him.

A smile blooms on your lips as you watch him, keeping your hand steady all the while, your brows rising playfully.

“Feel good?”

He nods eagerly, glossy eyes stilled glued to your hand as his hips rise again, trying to fuck into your hand.

“Do you want me to go faster?” You lean in, whispering your question into his ear, nibbling on it lightly, causing a series of shivers to rack his sensitive body.

“Yeah… and a little harder.”

Jungkook isn’t one for making requests in bed. He’s usually quiet and shies away from any opportunity to be filthy. You were his first after all and, his only.

“Harder? Like this?”

You tighten your hand on his throbbing dick, squeezing the sensitive flesh as you stroke him fast, ensuring that you continuously brush your thumb over his sensitive tip as you do.

Jungkook lets out a drunk giggle, his eyes rolling back as he does, his hips stilling their movements as he lies there and takes what you’re giving him.

“Why does it feel so good when you do it?” Jungkook’s face is drawn in absolute pleasure, a smile still playing on his lips as he presses his head into the back of the couch, his hands are clenched at his sides, his toes beginning to curl as you continue your movements on him.

You just giggle, leaning in to press kisses into his neck, sucking slightly as you do.

“oh…uh jagi…I’ll cum if you...” Jungkook’s eyes pop open again, desperation in them as he tries to find yours but, it’s too late, the tightness in his balls erupts, shooting thick, warm pleasure up the length of his dick.

“fuck me…” He whimpers now, his eyes squeezing shut as he starts twitching and cumming against the top of your hand. You have to resist the urge to hop on his dick right then and there, your underwear likely ruined from your own arousal as you watch your beautiful boyfriend reach his orgasm.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip, almost painfully as pleasure assaults his lower region, his dick almost becoming too sensitive as he thrusts into the movement of your hand.

“good boy…” you whisper in his ear and, just when Jungkook thought he was done, another spurt of cum shoots out as you say the one thing that gets him every single time.

Jungkook’s clammy hand desperately stills your own as he can no longer handle the sensation. You take the hint, moving your hand off of his dick. The thick, white substance of Jungkook’s release covers the tops of your knuckles and, as you glance down, you notice how much he actually came. Spurts of cum covered his hips, part of his thigh and, pooled in the lower part of his stomach, which was still rising and falling with his shallow breath.

“I love you…” He whispers, giggling slightly, his eyes still closed, completely fucked out. You don’t move to clean him up just yet, leaning over and catching his still swollen lips between your own. He kisses back lazily, shaky breath still escaping his nose as he leans into you.

“I love you too.”

And boy, do you fucking mean it.

#oh my god #i have alot of feelings #softjungkookonly? #honestly i stan ot7 so expect a little something for all the members #bts jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfics #jungkook one shots #jungkook fics #jungkook fic recs #smut #fluff #domestic!jungkoook #jungkook cute #jungkook hot #jungkook sexy #softyoongiionly

[kirschkid]

Filling the holes (1)

Cas in the empty

Characters: Cas, The Empty, Michael, Death (not really...), God

Words: 1,576

A/N: I want to fill some holes. Let’s start with Cas! Besides: First FF in english ever!

For a second, it was cold, like when you go outside the house on a winter night, and the freezing air enters your face first. Then, there was nothing. 

Cas felt the last tear running from his face, down his cheek. 

He did it.

He took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts when he heard laughter. As he turned around, trying to pinpoint the direction, the Empty appeared just a few meters away from him. But she was not alone. While sitting on her throne, in form of Meg, grinning in triumph, Death was standing right in front of her: Swathed in black, flickering vines.  

"Today is my lucky day! Not only one, but two treats for me." 

The Empty looked at Cas while her smile seemed to become bigger and bigger. "What a heartwarming performance, Castiel. This really was the sweetest death of all. So happy you got me a present. Do me a favor, be a good little angel, and wait a minute." Looking at Death again, she added, "It will only talk me a second."  

Castiel opened his mouth, but before his lips could form an answer, he felt a strong force pulling him back. He flew backward before gravity hit, forcing him to lie on the ground. 

"He is alive," was the first thing that pooped into his head. Death being here in the empty meant, he really had accomplished the one thing, the angel had wanted all this time: Dean being safe. 

As he sat up, Castiel looked confused. The Empty and Death were nowhere to find. He was alone. Normally Castiel would stand up, walk around, try to find a way out, another person to talk to, or search for the Empty. But not this time. There was no way out, this time was just the end.

He felt at peace with it but was hurting too. All things must come to an end. He has had so many chances, so many reruns, he should have felt good. But the very human emotion of missing another person lay over his heart, making it difficult to breathe.

That's it. 

Castiel wasn't sure for how long he was sitting there, thinking about the last hours, trying not to worry about Chuck being still out there. Then he wondered Why he even was awake. The angel didn't know that Jack's explosion had caused the whole empty to awaken. So he figured it was the Empty, keeping him up for fun or torture.

Suddenly Castiel felt chills like someone was watching him.

"Death promised me to sleep again, but her whole plan made it worst." The Empty appeared in front of the angel, covered in blood. "I can barely hold it together. And since I couldn't vent on sweet little Jack, you will do for now!"

What the Empty hated most about Castiel was simultaneously something she envied. He was this little, always confident, being. The one who escaped. The one who got to wake up and leave. 

"Here are a lot of family members awake, Castiel. Some of them would love to have a chat with you. Remember the time you were God? Or the time when you decided it's a good idea to kill angels? But don't you worry, I want you all for myself!"

"Awake? Where are they?"

"I knew you would ask. But don't bother, every single angel, demon, and creation in between, talking and thinking, is getting to me for quite some time now, but I have them separated. Don't wanna start a revolution, right Cas?" She was grinning. "It's like tinnitus. I hate it!"

Castiel still tried to process all the information he had been given when the Empty came closer, standing right in front of him. Her eyes seemed cold and mad. "Before we come to the fun part, tell me what is going on out there? Is God still droll old Chuck?"

There was no point in hiding information. And it felt like it would help to give some closure to talk about it. So Castiel told the Empty about what had happened. Then he asked about Death but got no answer to that. 

"So, Chuck is pissed, and now a whole lot of people are disappearing?" The Empty sounded annoyed. "Why is everything about these two silly apes? This crush god has on them is getting out of hand. I guess you thought you could save Dean for good by sacrificing yourself, right? But let me tell you something, little angel, there is no tomorrow, so why bother?" 

Castiel looked offended. "They will find a way! They always do." His hope was strong. 

"Yeah yeah, whatever,” the Empty replied. "All things considered I need to prepare myself for what's to come. So my sweet revenge on you has to wait. You will wait here, and when I come back, you will suffer in all ways possible!" The next moment the Empty was gone, and again the angel was alone. Sitting in the dark. With a smile. 

He was safe. 

Dark, cold, and silent. Castiel didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly heard a noise. It came from the right. Or was it the left? He wasn't sure. 

"Well, look at that!" Castiel knew that voice. He finally stood up, looked for the person, and finally saw him standing a few shadows away from him. "Micheal." Castiel was skeptical. Everyone here was alone that's what the Empty had told him.   

"Castiel, I figured you would be here too after literally everybody is gone. So, this time for good, I guess?" He seemed depressed, no wonder after he just got killed by his own father, trying to be the good boy one last time. He was ashamed. 

"Why is it that you are here with me? The Empty told me that everybody here is awake but alone." Castiel was still unsure what to make out of this situation. But the archangel didn't really care about this. "No idea what you are talking about. Maybe the Empty is too caught up in reasoning with dad. It allowed Lucifer to leave with another reaper, so dad could get his hands on his death book. I didn't like that very much. I still don't get why he would choose him over me. I could have helped!" Michael sighed. "I will never get the old man."

"Chuck loves playing with his toys. You should know by now, that you are just a joy as well. We all are. Tell me, what about Sam and Dean? Is Jack ok?" Castiel sounded rough like he always did but Micheal could hear that he was worried. He had learned a lot about human behavior through Adam. "Last time I saw them, their plan to hurt our father had failed. I guess whatever end dad wants, he will get it quickly. Why do you care so much, Castiel?" The archangel looked at this brother in surprise. "When you showed me what dad did all these years, I could,” he hesitated, “ feel your passion about Dean. All the things you have done to protect him. For what? You are an angel, he is just a human, why-" Castiel interrupted him before he could finish the question. "Do you feel nothing when you think about Adam? He was human too, you know. I have nothing to say to you about this topic. I did what I had to do. And I have faith that all of it will end well."

"Good for you!" The Empty suddenly appeared next to Michael, who looked at her and stepped backward. "Not sure how you managed to get here, but this is not your story anymore, so please, do me a favor and rot over there!" The next moment Michael was gone. Then her focus went to Castiel. "Looks like the old god isn't so bad after all. Once he is finished with the Winchesters, I will go back to sleep. Until then, let's have some fun!" The Empty started grinning while Castiel felt a deep pain in his chest. He started to stumble, gasping for air. "Ah, I've waited all this time just to see you hurt, I don't even know where to start! I could make you choke for eternity or rip you apart forever. Any suggestions?" 

Castiel tried to answer, but the pain was too intense. 

"Yeah, I know. Everything is good as long as it hurts!" And the Empty took all the time she needed. After nearly endless torture, she loosened her grip and Castiel fell to the ground. Blood was running out of his nose and eyes. His breath was trembling but he smiled. There was nothing to worry about. No matter what would happen to him, he knew, deep down everything that really mattered would play out just fine. Because Dean, Sam, and Jack were still out there. He just knew. Relieved that the pain had stopped, he closed his eyes and heard the Empty mumble, "What?" 

Pulling his head up as quickly as possible to look at what was happening, everything around him just went from black to white. Castiel narrowed his eyes to a slit, trying to see, but it took him a few seconds to adjust. Although he had never lost his faith, he was still surprised when he suddenly heard something: "Hello Cas." Someone was standing right in front of him. "J-jack." Castiel felt relief, wonder, and joy all at once.

#Supernatural #SPN #Fanfiction #FF #SPN FF #Castiel #the empty #filling the holes #Season 15 #after episode 19 #tell me what you think #i will fix this

[catsandstrawberries]

Real Family 8

Pairings: BTS x teen female reader, platonic love

Warnings: Language, neglect, descriptions of a panic attack and past child abuse 

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in so long, hopefully, this chapter makes up for it. Also, I PROMISE Yoongi gets better but for the next few chapters he's going to be a jerk..I'm sorry but I can't imagine him feeling ok with reader living with him at this point in time. 

Summary: It’s not blood that makes a family. It’s love.

Masterlist 

The week after they had given me my own phone they had automatically became super busy. They were always leaving early in the mourning and coming home late at night, I didn't really expect anything different considering they were idols. Sometimes they would invite me to come with them to dance practice, I thought it would be fun until I saw all of the hip rolls and thrust in their choreo. Dancing like that in front of the girl who's living with you and trying not to be too sexual is weird.

So for the most part I stayed at home, and indulged in the Netflix account Jungkook made for me. Honestly, most of my days were spent eating and watching the show called the Office. In the past week I had watched seven seasons of the Office and finished Parks and Recreations. Both of which made me cry at some point from laughter and sadness. Taehyung also helped me set up an Instagram and Twitter, and sometimes we would send each other awkward selfies when he had some downtime at work. Apparently, Namjoon had even started an Instagram called the BTS family, and I later found out that the day I was supposed to get coffee for Bang, led to him yelling at the boys for not using me to my promotional potential. Or at least that was my guess and when I told Jungkook my theory, his widened eyes and exclamation of ‘you're not a promotional tool to us!’ told me my hunch was right. 

All the boys had the password except for me to the Instagram account, which was a little aggravating but Namjoon also had to sit me down and talk to me about how I would need to be responsible in what I posted since I gained about 8 million followers on Instagram. The Bts Fam account was also just cringey photos of myself. There was one of me from the photo shoot, one of me and Tae, the rainbow shot of the boys and one of me sleeping on the couch. I messaged Jin asking (begging) him to delete it because I was drooling in the photo but in response, he sent me a laughing emoji.

Currently, I was watching reruns of the office since Hoseok asked me not to watch the final season without him. I refused to hold back my laughter as Kevin spilled his chilly onto the floor or when Stanley talked about his love of pretzel day. But as soon as the door slammed shut followed by a silence I immediately muted the show, calling out, “hello?” Even though I knew the house was pretty top security, doors slamming and the silence always scared me. “Just me (Y/N)!” Namjoon poked his head out from behind the wall, looking up from his phone and tucking it in his pocket. “You're back early,” I stated turning around on the couch and leaning my head against the frame to get a better view. “Yeah practice got out earlier and they decided to give us off till Monday.” He sounded so relieved but it was only Saturday, it was sad to think they had to work so hard just to get one day off. Instead of crushing his dreams though I simply smiled. “That's great.” I then noticed the quiet in the building, “what happened to the boys?” He flopped down on the couch next to me, “they went to get food-.” I immediately groaned, “Not salads again!” BTS comeback was in a few months and of course, they all were expected to diet and one of the first and only things Yoongi had said to me this week was, “If we're doing it so is she.” He didn't even say it to my face or address me, so our relationship wasn't really getting anywhere. “Sorry.” He smirked, words not matching his emotion. “Actually, when the boys get back we all should talk.” I gulped, turning off the Tv and turning to Namjoon. “Is s-something wrong?” I stuttered, despite the fact I was getting more comfortable with them I was always waiting for something wrong to happen, expecting it. Maybe this was it. Namjoon opened his mouth but the loud shouting of Hoseok prompted him to roll his eyes instead. “(Y/N) you better not have watched the last season without me!” An annoyed sigh followed by a wack came from the other room. “Can you quiet down Hoseok, anyways we have to talk to her remember.” Jin's strict voice startled me, what was so important? Jimin soon filtered into the room ruffling my hair as he passed by then jumping over the couch to sit by me. After he had done it at the photoshoot it kind of became our ‘thing’. Even after plentiful whining from Tae and Kook about how they wanted a ‘thing’ too. The rest of the boys flooded into the room, Jin handing me a bowl of greens and vegetables, the only thing slightly appealing was the boiled eggs. I tried not to act too ungrateful, even a salad was better than no food, but why did I have to diet with them, stupid Yoongi. Once everyone had settled down and Jungkook handed me a fork, all eyes were on the leader. He twiddled slightly with his thumbs as he spoke, “So (Y/N), I got a message from the state the other day about them sending a social worker to check up on you. Apparently, it's routine for them to see your lifestyle, how you're adjusting and everything.” I practically sighed in relief at his words, if this was the news then I had nothing to worry about. I suddenly perked up as a thought entered my head, “is the social worker Katie?” I honestly missed Katie, even though we fought and got on each other's nerves she was the closest thing I had to a mom. Jimin chuckled next to me and I blushed from my sudden excitement, stuffing a large piece of kale into my mouth. “The email didn't specify,” his tone then turned serious, “but, (Y/N) I was doing some research and they said if the meeting didn't go well you could get revoked from our parental rights.” Of course, I knew this, since it had happened in the past, but was he really worried about that?  “Namjoon it's nothing to worry about, the state would only take me away if I was in an unfit home. Like the last place I lived at they drank a lot, called me names, tried to…” I faltered off just as Jimin had tensed from beside me. “I-I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry.” I hung my head in defeat, that wasn't just something I'd blurt out why did I feel so inclined to bring it up now. “Anyways, you guys will be fine, I have a roof, food, The Office.” I chuckled but this time no one laughed with me, all eyes downcast or glaring into the distance. Clearing my throat I started to eat more of my salad, “you guys will be fine, when is it?” My question caused Namjoon to blink a few times before looking at me. “Tuesday. We’re supposed to have a practice that day but I convinced Bang to let us leave for a few hours.” Jungkook let out an audible ‘yes’ followed by an ‘ow’ as he was smacked by Yoongi. “Is that all we had to talk about?” The nervous look on Namjoon's face only deepened and my stomach started to twist. “No. We enrolled you into a private school.” I gulped the remaining food in my mouth hanging my head in my hands once again letting out an annoyed groan, “you start Monday.”

When Tae had offered to take me to Target to shop for school supplies I did not question him. I thought he was just trying to do something nice. But as soon as the car pulled up to the mall Tae started to head for the store that screamed expensive in big glowing letters. Gucci. “Tae I can't go in there, isn't that for like expensive people?” Tae turned towards me, pushing his sunglasses up once they started to roll down the rim of his nose. His black and red checkered bandana pulled his hair back and the black Gucci shirt and jeans did nothing to hide his appearance or physique. “Don't worry so much, we’ll just make a quick stop then leave.” I grumbled under my breath, I doubted Tae could simply just make a ‘quick stop’ at Gucci. The security guard in front of the store gave Tae a nod followed by, “welcome back, Mr. Kim.” Jesus how many times had Tae been to this store. The guard gave me a side eye but didn't mention anything as I walked closer to Tae. The insides of the store were terrifying, everything looked expensive and I worried that if I touched something I would somehow fall 5 million into debt. The store was lit with a soft yellow and white glow, a set of purses in a glass case covering an entire wall, a full room of shoes and mannequins with strange looking sweaters were placed in the oddest of places. Turning a corner I almost jumped when seeing a mannequin holding a Gucci bag in one hand and a strange interpretation of a Kimono on the body. Trestles and chains hanging from the shoulders.

“Tae can we please get going soon, am I even old enough to be in a store like this?” Just as I asked, I walked by a set of baby clothes all pricing over 1,000 dollars. “Don't answer that,” I grumbled while Tae openly laughed at me. “Why don't you go wait outside while I check out,” before I could argue Tae was raising an eyebrow at me. “I'll be quick I promise.” Taking him for his word I exited the fancy store, casually leaning by the wall and taking out my phone.

Not even five minutes after walking out of the store Tae was done, meeting me outside a bag in hand. “What did you get?” I asked but he simply brushed off my question, “just some stuff. Here I got you these.” He placed a pair of sunglasses over my eyes, “you'll need them the more we go out in public.” Pulling a black mask from his pocket he quickly placed it over his mouth, “let's go.”

Once we had gotten to Target, Tae of course immediately got distracted. “(Y/N) these would look so cute on you, look!” He was like a kid in a candy store, shoving clothes in my hands and carrying me throughout the department. “Tae, why are we looking at clothes when I have a school uniform?” Tae turned towards me taking the clothes out of my hand and placing them in a handheld basket. “Don't think I don't notice the seven pairs of clothes you rotate through in a week (Y/N). I'm not an idiot.” Despite the cloth, over his mouth, I heard every syllable, and I looked away in annoyance. “Besides I can't let my kid go out in public without the proper clothes.” He turned away for a moment muttering something about how he wished it was Gucci, but the only thing I cared about was how he described me as ‘his kid.’ “Go try these on.” He handed me a big basket of clothes, “all of them?” Tae glared at me, before sighing. “Seriously (Y/N), please go try them on.” I glared at the ground as I walked towards the dressing room, not missing the smirk that passed Taehyung's face as I muttered, “only because you said please.”

After a full-on argument with Tae about how I didn't need 12 pairs of jeans he finally gave in and let me choose half of the clothes out of the pile he gave me. So the original fifty items soon turned into twenty-five. Shopping with Tae was seriously a hassle. Every time I remotely looked at something he would be breathing down my neck asking if I wanted it. Sure it may seem nice but it was also annoying. So far he had shoved Yankee Candles, fairy lights, and some supplements into the basket for my room, stating that ‘I needed to decorate.’ He tried to grab more especially when we got to the room decorating section with sheets, mirrors, hangars, couches and the fancy led lights. I had to drag him to the school section which was odd because that was the ONLY reason we were supposed to go to Target and we seemed to buy everything except for school supplies. As soon as we got to the aisle Tae’s nose scrunched up in disgust, “I hated school.” I glared at him and he quickly realized his mistake, “I mean school was fun...yay, learning.” Tae walked over to a pile of fancy looking notebooks and binders and simply swiped them into the basket from the shelf. “I actually met Jimin in high school.”

“Really?” I asked slightly in awe, everyone always talked about how once they graduated they moved on from there high school friends. “Yeah, Jimin got picked on a lot for his accent so I always tried to stand up for him. That's how we became friends.” He turned back towards me a smile on his face, “I know school can be rough, but try giving this one a chance.” I smiled and nodded throwing a pack of pens into the basket. If only I had known exactly what would happen at my new school.

#BTS Family #bts series #bts x reader #Platonic love #platonic #bts x reader poly #Poly BTS #bts poly au #bts ot7 #ot7 x reader #school #jung jungkook #jungkook x reader #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #btsgifs #bts #bts speak yourself #bts love yourself #imagine #scenarios

[murasaki-murasame]

After all this time waiting, the Gala Luca banner is finally here, and since we aren’t getting any free daily summons or anything I decided to go all in on summoning for him right away, so I’m gonna put the results of my summoning session under the cut.

*drumroll sound-effect*

OK yeah I got him, lmao.

It went a lot better than I expected, honestly. I started off with about 320-ish summons, I think, and now I have about 160, so I spent about half of my stash, but I got him. I actually got him at around the 110-ish summon mark, but I decided to splurge a little and go for one more 5-star, which took like 50 summons, lol.

There were actually several tenfolds where I got two or three different 5-stars, but I ended up getting Gala Luca as a surprise gold to rainbow pity break on the last summon of a tenfold that didn’t look like it had any 5-stars in it, so that was an emotional rollercoaster. Especially since I already have all of the other 5-star blades except Rena, so I was afraid of getting a dupe.

Other than him, the only new adventurer I got was Lucretia, which is nice, but I probably won’t use her much in the long run. I’m gonna put her on my light team for a while just for the sake of it, though.

I also got dupes of Yaten, Julietta, and S-Maribelle. I also got a Joachim dupe which makes me feel even more annoyed at myself for summoning on his banner for him, but it worked out in the end, lol.

Part of me wants to keep going and chase after other off-banner 5-stars I don’t have yet, like Gala Elly and Delphi, but I’m just gonna wait and hoard my resources until the final day of the Monster Hunter banner, when we should hear about the Valentines rerun, so I can decide which banner to pull on.

In terms of entirely new dragons, I got Corsaint Phoenix and Cerberus, which is great. It’d be a pretty long time before I bother using stones on them, but it’s nice to finally have them. I don’t think Cerberus is worth using until I can max unbind her, but I’m putting Corsaint Phoenix on my Mitsuhide for now.

I also got a Liger dupe [who’s now at 1UB], and yet another Arctos dupe [who’s now at 3UB just from gacha dupes]. I’m kinda surprised that Arctos of all dragons is one that i might end up max unbinding just from gacha dupes, since I didn’t pull him at all during his original banner. Thankfully he’s a bit better than he used to be now that Ezelith is super powerful and benefits a lot from him. And there’s always Mikoto.

I kinda wish I could have gotten more in the way of new off-banner 5-stars, but beggars can’t be choosers, lol. And honestly the only one I REALLY want is Delphi, and I’m planning on getting him in the next dream summon anyway.

Also I guess it’s worth mentioning that the shadow mana spiral batch got announced and lmao most of my predictions ended up being wrong. It ended up being a lot more . . . boring than I expected. They just skipped over Nefaria entirely and opted to make the already good shadow 5-stars even better, but aside from a bit of extra poison punisher, none of them got any notable additions to their kits, which is lame. They didn’t even do anything special with Curran’s Last Offense ability, which still sucks now.

I’ve already got Botan and Ieyasu at like 64MC each, so it’s gonna be a fair while before I get any more shadow units up there.

That also reminds me that I ended up with enough eldwater after my summoning session to get Gala Luca, Xanfried, and Sylas to 50MC. I was a bit hesitant with Xanfried and Sylas, but I fully expect them to get mana spiral upgrades later on, and they’re some of the first units of their elements that I’d want to get to 70MC, so I think it’s worth the investment. I was also a bit afraid that investing so much in Gala Luca right away before hearing more about the fandom’s verdict on him might come back to bite me [I also got him to +200 personal augments since I’d been hoarding them specifically for him], but going by what the wiki says, his whole kit seems incredibly good, with no real major drawbacks, aside from him being a very selfish DPS unit who doesn’t inflict any statuses. But the SP costs on both of his skills are really good [his S1 is close to the same cost as Victor’s and Ieyasu’s first skills, and his S2′s cost is on the low end compared to other 5-star blades], and he has a 1000%+ damage mod on his S1, which is super solid all around, but then you have to take into account how basically every part of his kit gives him lots of crit chance, and his S2 gives him 80% crit damage. So I think his personal DPS is gonna be very high.

Anyway i’m happy with how this turned out, and now I’m gonna try and save for either the Monster Hunter or Valentines banners :)

#murasaki rambles #dragalia lost #oh he . . . . bby #while you were studying the blade Gala Luca was ending racism while also studying the blade

[rusticpumpkin-blog]

Beyond Love | Paul Lahote | 5 |

A Paul Lahote love story.

(This takes place 2 years after the end of breaking dawn pt 2)

|Previous|----|Next|

The next day I didn’t have work and thanks to the fact that Charlie was pulling a double looking for whatever was killing the girls I was stuck inside the house.

Not that I really minded it was absolutely pouring. Charlie said for late September it wasn’t normal but considering how often it did rain I was willing to call that bluff.

It would be a lie if I said I hadn't been keeping my phone in hand waiting, wanting to get a text or call from Paul that It didn’t look like I was going to get considering it was nearly 7 in the evening and still not a sound. I had put the number he gave me before when we first met into my contacts list so I would know it was him calling. I was sitting there trying to convince myself not to call him. That he would call me if he wanted to.

And he did want to right?

Stop it.

Don’t be stupid and overreact you know EXACTLY what he’s doing.

He will get ahold of you when he has time.

… one text to see if everything's ok won't hurt though…

I sent it before I had time to talk myself out of it. Just a sweet and simple.

-is everything ok? ~Kat

I sat there for a solid 10 minutes with nothing so I just sighed and turned back to watching ghost adventures reruns.

Was it stupid that I felt like this? Why in the hell do I miss him so much?

About an hour later I was half asleep and bundled in an oversized fleece blanket and somehow the cold was still able to creep in and keep me barely awake. I was startled when my phone vibrated in my hand.

-Yeah everything's fine, do you have plans tonight?

I smiled at the message snuggling deeper into the blanket before replying that I didn’t have plans and I was even surprised myself when I asked if he wanted to chill and watch tv or something.

-Definitely, I’ll be there soon.

After I got that message I kind of realized the situation I’d put myself into. Paul’s coming over, I invited him over for what pretty much sounded like Netflix and chill. That wasn’t him being an overbearing asshole that was ME offering. Me?! I’d never asked any guy to do anything but here I was freaking out and tripping up the stairs to the bathroom.

I don’t think I’ve ever showered that quick in my life, I didn’t know I could wash my hair, body and shave in under 10 minutes but I sure as hell did! It took me longer to put on lotion and pick out what I wanted to wear than it took me to shower. Like it really mattered. I was sitting there trying to decide between track shorts and leggings with a tank top or an oversized t-shirt.

I heard my phone ringing downstairs and that made the choice for me Shorts and oversized t-shirt it is then. I hurried downstairs to answer the phone it was Paul who was calling me. “Hey sorry I was upstairs.” I apologized before he had time to speak.

“You’re fine, I just wanted to stop and grab some pizzas. What kind do you like?” He asked. “I’m not really a picky eater Charlie always grabs whatever the special is that day and I’ve never not liked anything if you're talking about the pizza place downtown in forks.” I shrugged.

“Yeah, alright you want something to drink?” He asked. “You don’t have to go out and buy anything we have a pop here.” I offered. “Yeah because I want Charlie on my ass for drinking his pop, he’s already giving me a hard time about you.” He scoffed jokingly but I paused for a second Charlie is a cop. What if he doesn’t like the idea that I’m under 18, is it really a good idea for Paul to be over here?

“A hard time?” I asked the concern evident in my voice because he reacted quickly tripping over his words. “No not like that, he just picks at me with the others. If he really had a problem I’m sure you would know about it.” He muttered before I heard him talking in the background to order the pizza. “I’ll be there in like 20 minutes.” He said. “Alright, see you.” I sighed before ending the call.

I couldn’t shake it though. I mean in less than 2 months I’ll be 18 so I’m able to make my own choices but I AM technically still a minor and Charlie IS a cop. I don’t want him to think that he has to do anything about it… I mean Paul and I aren’t even a thing really. I just like him a lot, no matter how stupid that may be. As long as he’s not lying he likes me too and when two people like each other things can happen.

It's not like I haven’t been thinking about it, I mean I’ve been thinking about a lot of things that I’ve never really thought about before. Now I felt bad for thinking those thoughts at all… a little.

Part of me (probably the hormonal teen part) didn’t give a shit. A very large portion of my just wanted to make out with Paul. The other more reasonable part knew that wasn’t really the best idea… not yet anyway.

It didn’t make sense, I want to be smart and not get hurt. I don’t really know him and the first ‘date’ we had was a fucking disaster! It was horrible I spent the night in jail! I didn’t even do anything! Here I was not even thinking about anything like that and just being excited about him coming over.

God I’m so dumb.

I jumped at the knock on the door even though it was around the time Paul said he was going to be here. I answered it to a soaked to the bone Paul using his coat to shield a stack of Pizza boxes and holding a bag of two leters that I took from him and lead him inside.

His hair was down covering his eyes and the shirt he had on clung to him like a second skin. It revealed all of the muscles that I remembered seeing on the night I met them.

“Sorry.” He said being the first one to speak. “For what?” I scoffed as he flipped his hair back splashing me with the rainwater and making me laugh. “Taking so long, but we’ve got to catch whatever out there.” He sighed as I walked past him towards the steps. “going to grab you a towel and some sweatpants you’ve got to be freezing.” I said before he had the chance to ask me where I was going.

“So why did you buy 5 Pizzas?” I asked as he came back from getting changed I was right in thinking that my old sweatpants would fit him fine and he looked much more comfortable in those than those wet clothes that now tumbled in the dryer.

“I wanted to make sure Charlie had something to eat when he got home.” He said sitting on the couch next to me and pulled the stack close to him and flipped open the top box. “Are those pickles?” I asked looking at the pizza as he picked up as still hot looking slice his face clearly excited. “I asked for the special, it was Bacon cheeseburger.” He said before taking a bite as I reached over and picked up a piece for myself.

“They didn’t even use pizza sauce.” I scoffed not that it tasted bad, it actually tasted very good the sauce was a mix of what tasted like ketchup, mustard and mayo. They had hidden chunks of ground beef, onion, tomatoes and bacon under a thick layer of cheese it was literally a bacon cheeseburger in pizza form.

It was fucking delicious and genius. “Charlie would love this.” I said through a mouthful of food Paul nodded in agreement as we sat there and pigged out on pizza. I got up and poured us each a glass of the pop that Paul had bought and put the rest in the fridge. I came back to the living room to see him opening the second box of pizza eagerly before literally scarfing a piece down in a bite and a half.

“Are you even tasting it? Jeeze slows down no ones going to take it from you.” I scoffed handing him his cup for him to turn it up and down it at once. “Sorry I’m just a big eater.” He said before burping obnoxiously loudly and I couldn’t help but laugh as I reached for another piece of pizza myself and scooting back into the couch.

“So have you guys found out whats killing those people?” I asked he just shrugged not looking at me. “We know what it is just haven’t found it yet. Bastards fast.” He muttered through a mouthful of food before getting up and grabbing the whole 2 letter from the fridge.

“What it is? Charlie thought it was a serial killer or something, I told him it was probably aliens.” I said making him laugh as he took a large gulp so that he almost spat it out of his nose but he was able to stop himself only to bust out laughing so hard that he fell off the couch.

I was kind of in awe if that made sense, even though I was laughing at something about his laughter made me so happy. “It wasn’t that funny, it could be an alien you know.” I said faking offense. “Well I mean I guess.” He cried whipping off his eyes and seemingly making himself comfortable leaning his back against the couch.

“You know you never told me where you’re from.” He said, yeah way to change the subject Paul. “I’m from Florida, but don’t change the subject what do you think it is?” I asked. “Woah, Florida like northern Florida or like Orlando and stuff?” He asked completely ignoring the question and not looking at me. “In between.” I said. “So like did you go to universal and Disney all the time?” He asked a lot more interested than he should be about some theme parks. “A few times but they’re way too expensive and I was too fat to ride the rides. Now stop avoiding the question what do you think is killing those hikers?” I asked annoyed with his avoidance.

“Well, I know exactly what doing it but I’m not really allowed to say but that’s beside the point what do you mean you couldn’t ride the rides?!” He answered and avoided the question at the same time. “What why aren’t you allowed to say?” I asked confused. “I mean they are open investigations not really allowed to say.” He shrugged suddenly way too interested in the commercial that was playing at the moment.

“Charlie had no problems talking to me about it last night, and you know how uptight he is with the rules at work.” I said. “Yeah and he’s the police chief. I’ll get into trouble if you find out whats doing it.” He said phrasing the words weirdly and doing nothing but making me more curious. “So you know it's not a person.” I said thoughtfully. “Kat.” He sighed whining a little at my attempt to guess.

“Because it’s a fucking alien and the government won't let you tell me.” I said faking suspicion. “Totally.” He smirked rolling his eyes. “So what does Charlie have you do? Are you like actually hunting this thing down or just looking for more victims?” I asked. “We hope we can get him, but more often than not we end up finding another person.” He sighed sounding almost deflated at the fact and I mean I’m not a part of that so I don’t understand how he would feel. Looking for a bad guy and only finding more innocent bystanders in pieces probably would be disheartening.

“Its got to be hard on the dogs being out in rain like this looking.” I sighed and Paul looked at me confused and terrified.

“What?” He asked his voice cracking slightly. “The dogs, Charlie said that you guys had dogs out looking.” I said confused as to why he acted so weird about it.

“Oh yeah… those dogs…”  he said nodding. “You don’t have a dog? He said that’s why you were helping.” I said confused because someone was lying about it. “Uh who me? No, I um, I don’t have a dog… Sam, he- he has a dog.” Paul stuttered horribly threw the explanation and I didn’t buy a word of it.

My face clearly said so too. “Kujo loves running around outside don’t worry about him.” He said waiving the conversation away. “So what you guys just go out in the woods looking for this thing?” I asked confused.

“Yes? Were really good a hunting, tracking that sort of thing. We’ve come close a couple of times to catch it.” He said making more sense than he did before. “Oh, well why would Charlie make a big deal about one dog?” I scoffed still not quite getting it.

“Yeah, why he would mention anything like that is beyond me.” Paul sighed…

“So whats the east coast like?” Paul asked about an hour later as we sat on the couch cross-legged facing each other knee to knee. We’d been playing 20 questions. Up until now it had just been stupid things like favorite colors, he was blue. Favorite bands, he loves classic rock AC/DC is his favorite with a close tie to Lynard Skynard and Metallica. Favorite foods, he loves quick easy things to make and take out because he doesn’t really know how to cook. Silly little things but it was fun and I enjoyed getting to learn the little things about him.

“The town where I’m from is very old and historic so rich old white people make sure things are as uppity as possible.” I scoffed rolling my eyes. “I mean it's nice but not as relaxed if that makes sense.” I said he nodded as I thought of the question I wanted to ask him.

“If you could go anywhere but here where would you want to go?” I asked. He looked a little confused by the question. “Would it be too cheesy if I said where ever you go?” He scoffed and I nodded rolling my eyes but unable to keep the smile off of my face. “I mean I like it here, this place is my home.” He shrugged. “My people are here.” He added. And that made sense. “A trip to LA sounds fun or maybe someplace cool like new Orleans or something.” He shrugged. I looked at him expectantly because it was my turn to ask a question.

“Why did you come to our little peninsula?” He asked. I paused not really thinking that he would ask something like that but I had to answer. “Uh my family- they uh. There was a car accident and um Charlie was the only person I have left.” I said struggling to not get to the point of where I break down, tonights going too well for me to ruin it with something stupid like that.

“Oh sorry for bringing it-.” He started to apologize. “Don’t be Paul really, it's not like I broadcast it for people to know.” I said forcing a smile. “Still leave it to me to kill the good vibes.” He sighed rubbing the back of his head gripping the hair there. “I need a haircut.” He muttered to himself and I thanked him for changing the subject.

“It's not that long.” I scoffed reaching forward and running my hands through the mop on his head dark straight thick hair that reached a little past his ears. “but it gets too hot when I’m working.” He mumbled and seeming to relax towards where I was running my hand through the front of his hair smoothing it back out of his face.

“I could cut it for you.” I offered knowing Charlie had a pair of clippers in the bathroom upstairs with all the guards in them. “You can cut hair?” He asked. “I always used to cut my brothers and all of his friends hair. I’m pretty good at it.” I scoffed. “Sure.” He said standing up and offering me a hand. “Right now?” I scoffed. “Why not it's not like we're really watching this show anyway.” He shrugged and he wasn’t entirely wrong.

So about 10 minutes later he was sitting in a chair in the kitchen a couple of towels over his shoulders as I sorted through the kit. “So what am I doing? Just taking it all off?” I asked. “Whatever you want.” He offered. “It's your hair, not mine.” I said pointedly as I tied my hair up in a bun on the top of my head. “Yeah but you’re the one who has to look at it so do whatever you want to it.” He said.

“The only thing I can do besides a fade is an undercut.” I mumbled. “An undercut it is then!” He said enthusiastically.

“What do you think?” I asked holding my phone up for him to use it as a mirror. “Dude!” He exclaimed surprised and pleased as he turned his face side to side examining his hair. “I told you I knew how to.” I said as I started sweeping up the mess of hair on the floor. “I mean this is really good!” He said happily running his hand over his scalp.

After cleaning up and putting everything away we made our way back to the living room and were both messing around on our phones sitting shoulder to shoulder. I started watching random videos on youtube mostly DIY Halloween decorations only because one was on my recommended feed and then it spiraled into the both of us watching the videos commenting every once in a while about one we thought was cool or stupid with his chin resting on my shoulder to easily see my phone screen.

It was so natural it was weird. Like we’d done this hundred of times thousands and this was another normal night it was so relaxed. He would move with me when I needed to get more comfortable leaning on me a little more each time not that I minded the weight, he was warm and despite all the muscles he was soft and made of cuddle material.

I didn’t remember the point where I actually fell asleep.

#twilight #twilight eclipse #Twilight New Moon #Twilight Breaking Dawn #twilight wolves #Quileute Wolves #uley pack #paul lahote

[t-zizo-blog]

.The Watchful Eye.

Highschool is home to almost anyone and anything but the nerds in the school. Why is it that we are the ones always targetted? Why can't those rich and popular people just do their own work for once instead of dumping our heads in toilets and thretening us to force us to do their work? Just yesterday, one was forced to eat a large, live, freshly catched toad caught by one of the football players named Brad. Today, I'm the target with his ex girlfriend/ cheerleader Rina chasing after me 15 minutes before class starts. I turn quickly around the corner and hide in the cafeteria, under one of the many tables in the room. Walking in the room, Rina puts her hands behind her back and leans against the doorway of the cafeteria.

"Cara, I know you're in here. There's no other place to hide, so stop hiding like a wimp." Of course, there's nowhere else to go - to her. In the room there are two doors, the cafeteria entrance and the bathrooms. The bathrooms have some stalls that don't lock either, which if I can recall were the middle two. Behind them is a small bathroom window that may not fit Rina's medium yet tall body type but it will definitely fit my petite body. Carefully, I zigzag under every table to get there while keeping a far distance away from her until I reached the last table. "Ugh, you're so annoying" she says as she rolls her eyes searching over the cafeteria's counter first. I creep out of the table to the bathrooms slowly until I reached the door.

The door creaked and she turns to me with flames in her eyes. "Found you" she grins. Forget crawling, I run into the bathroom and lock myself into the last bathroom stall and stand on the seat. The window seems stuck. Now what?

-thump- -thuMP- -THUMP- I hear. Crap, Im screwed. Rina slams open the bathroom door and hollers, "Aren't you supposed to be a nerd? You must be the biggest idiot to put yourself into a dead end." And slams her large fist on the first bathroom door stall. "Open up and I won't hit you as hard, dumb nerd!". She continues to slam the door while I fiddle with the slowly-becoming loose window. If the door is locked in the first stall then we aren't the only ones here. To my surprise, I was right. The stall wasn't tall enough to reach the roof; anyone standing on a toilet can be able to see the heads of anyone else in the stalls, but it wasn't what I expected to see.

The girl in the stall seems to look like a normal student in the school with her pony tail, school uniform, and black and pink backpack, however techy looking graphs and some sort of various information were projecting around her as she consantly pressed her small earring. She seems to also be hiding because her knees were up to her face.

'Who cares, I have a crazy person after me; I should get out', I thought as I opened the window as wide as possible. "Don't you dare," Rina yells. Oof, she can see me. We have a small staring contest over the stall until I stick my head out of the window and drag myself out with my arms and legs. I tumbled out of the first floor window and landed feet first. She won't be after me for that assignment now since its due right now. Going to class, I sit at the desk next to my best friend Jay. "Hey, anything happened today? You're face is tomato red and you seem to be heavily panting. Are you ok?", he asks. He can't know about what happened. If he did, he would probably pick up a fight with her. If he did, her ex would probably pick a fight with him as well and that had already been a disaster. In the 8th grade, Jay found Brad and another girl pulling my hair and cutting it off as I was crying. He beat up Brad half to death and shaved the girl's head off and told the two if they came close to me again. Brad was sent to the hospital. It was a horrific sight to see before he went in - broken arm and leg and bruises and blood all over. The girl was crying like crazy. I promised myself not to tell him at all about things like that. Rumors spread about him and his strength, and combined with the fact that he's pretty good looking enough, he got a bit more popular over time from those rumors. I'm not going to lie, I kinda have a small crush on him, but I know I shouldn't for how many actually crush on him as well.

"Nah Im fine, I just ran from home to get some good morning exersise that's all" I lied.

"You sure are a healthy person. People should be more like you" He replies with a hint of sarcasm.

I turn to the right to see a ball of paper thrown to my face. Opening it, it read, '1583, View Road at 4 tomorrow'. The girl who I saw in the bathroom snatches the paper away from me. "S-sorry that wasn't meant for you. I was aiming for Jay" she says shyly. She hands it to Jay and skips out of the classroom. I turn to him slowly with a sly smile. "Well that was cute. Is that the address to your date with her?"

"Uh, looks like it", he says as he writes down the address and time.

"What, are you going to it or something?"

"No, why?"

"You're literally writing it down. If it wasn't that important to you, you would have not wrote it down. You barely write your own notes."

"Well ok, I'm going. So what?"

That took me in a bit of a surprise. He normally tells me. Then again he also normally turns down dates because he wants to find someone 'qualified' enough to be with him. I don't ever remember seeing him getting worked up for a date.

"There's something strange about her, Jay."

"What do you mean? Do you know her?"

"No but when I was in the bathroom halls, and she was in the other one hiding while controlling blue holograms floating around her and she was able to control all of that by a single earring, it was strange and--"

"Can you stop spilling lies about the girl? Do you really think I'm going to believe that? You're being ridiculous and I bet it's because you're jealous. Also, how could you have seen her from another stall... Unless you were peeping at her!", he interrupts in a shock.

"It wasn't like that at all!" I blushed slightly. I was slightly jealous and I couldn't tell him about Rina doing anything to me so I fumed, "fine just don't come back crying to me if it doesn't work out with you!".

The teacher comes to class and starts the class with yelling at Rina because she hasn't turned in her homework that I apparently was supposed to do.

The school day ended more smoothly than my morning, mostly because Rina wasn't chasing me around right now because Jay is around me. Saturday came by like a sloth as I had reruns thinking about what he said to me. If the date was a success then maybe they might become a couple. That sucks for me I guess. We have been best friends since the 6th grade and nothing has ever happened between us, so how would anything happen later? But I saw her with those crazy gadgets too. Does she really want to go out with him? What if she's going to abduct him or something? What if she does something terrible to him?

Maybe I should hide and see what happens? Just to keep him safe. I already know the date and time anyways. I check the time to find that it's 2:30 pm. I have time to prepare myself.

#story

[craniumhurricane]

Are you taking prompts from that angst/fluff list you reblogged? If yes, may i request “Stay here tonight.” Or "Just breathe."

A/N: BET YOU THOUGHT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS, KAC!!

@katchyalater sent this to me back in SEPTEMBER! I’m nothing if not punctual.

on ao3!

lightning then the thunder

A crash of thunder startles her from hertextbook. Clarke blinks a few times before straightening up from her hunchedover position, ignoring the sound of her cracking joints even as she winces.She blinks a few more times and has to eventually rub at her eyes for a minuteso they can adjust to the evening light in the room.

“Finally come up for some air?” Says a voice asa glass of water appears in front of her.

Clarke gives Bellamy a grateful smile. “How longwas I in the zone?” She asks before downing almost half of her cup.

“Only about two hours. I’m used to you mumblingto yourself at this point that I wasn’t really worried.”

Exams were next week and Clarke and Bellamy weretrying to log as many hours as possible at the library, studying and finishingterm papers. Tonight, however, Bellamy had offered up his off campus apartment,hoping the familiar change in scenery would help their stress levels and boosttheir focus.

Another crash of thunder followed by the pitterpatter of rain sounded outside.

Clarke groans as she lifts her arms above herhead to properly stretch them out. “I was hoping to be out of your hair beforethe storm started,” She says as she releases a sigh.

“It’s fine,” he shrugs, “I was going to makedinner.”

She doesn’t turn him down on his offer like heknew she wouldn’t. Bellamy is a great cook and she never turns down anopportunity to enjoy his food. He makes quick work of the ingredients availableto them in his kitchen, throwing together some kind of crockpot stew thathonestly smells heavenly.

Clarke had flipped on the weather channel whilehe was cooking so now it’s just background noise as they eat. They chat easilyat his small kitchen table, complaining about the impending end of thesemester, the wind and rain outside only seem to be getting worse. At aparticularly loud clap of thunder, they both glance over at the TV and watch asthe swirl of green to red of the radar hovers over their current location. Thestorm doesn’t show any indication of letting up anytime soon.

“Stay here tonight.”

She turns her head to look at him. “What?”

“I don’t want you driving back to campus inthis,” he says flatly. “It doesn’t look like it’s going to let up so you mightas well just stay here.”

“I don’t want to impose-”

“Clarke,” he says with a fond smile, “It’s fine.I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t ok with it.”

She sees the concern and earnestness written onhis face and can’t help but comply. “Ok.”

She helps him clean up after dinner and insistson doing the dishes since he cooked. He finds her some sweatpants and anoversized t-shirt to wear as pajamas and an extra toothbrush.

Once they’ve both changed into more comfortableclothes, they sit on the couch and continue to watch the weather channel beforethe flickering of the TV cutting on and off becomes too annoying. They opt fora FRIENDS rerun marathon instead since they’ve both seen the entire show abouta hundred times. If the power cuts out during a punchline they just finish thescene in the best approximation of the character’s voice as they can. Clarke isrolling with laughter at Bellamy’s Ross impersonation and he admits that shedoes a pretty good Rachel.

“Takes a spoiled Princess to know a spoiledPrincess,” he teases as he bumps his shoulder against hers. It’s a running jokefrom when they first met; a barb that used to be meant to hurt her but is nowan endearing sentiment.

“Shut up,” Clarke tries to say but it gets cutoff by a yawn. It’s dark in Bellamy’s apartment now, the main source of lightcoming from the TV (when it’s on) and she can barely keep her eyes open.

“Go to bed,” Bellamy says as he nudges her footwith his where they rest next to each other on the coffee table, “I don’t wantyou to ruin Ross’ next fuck up. I’ll take the couch.”

She’s about to protest but he cuts her off, “Again,I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t ok with it.”

*

Clarke finds herself in her best friend’s bed,snuggled under his blankets and her head is almost completely buried into hispillow. The scent of Bellamy was all around her and she let out a contentedsigh as she tries to fall asleep.

Too bad the thunder and lightning outside hiswindow wasn’t letting up. She’s been lying in his bed for an hour and all shecan think is that it sounds like a fricken monsoon out there and that there’sentirely too much empty space in this bed.

Clarke huffs and turns over just as a loudexplosion comes from somewhere outside the building and the room is cast incomplete and total darkness; no brightly lit numbers from Bellamy’s alarm clockor light from the street lamp that was shining into the room a moment ago. Justcomplete and utterly quiet darkness.

She shifts uncomfortably under the covers.Normally, Clarke isn’t afraid of the dark but a combination of the pitch blackand the storm has her overactive imagination rearing its head. Her mind driftsto Bellamy (which isn’t uncommon) and she wonders how he’s fairing out on thecouch.

She throws the covers off, deciding to check onhim because now her anxiety won’t let her relax until she knows he’s ok. Shewalks slowly from his bed to his door, trying to remember where his clotheshamper and dresser are so she doesn’t run into them. She feels around for thedoor knob once she thinks she’s close enough and emits a sigh of relief whenshe finds it.

Twisting the knob and opening the door, shesteps out into the hallway and takes a tentative step in the direction of theliving room before running into something, no somebody, in the hallway. Clarkeshrieks and jerks backwards.

“Clarke, hey!” Bellamy tries to sooth as hefumbles to grab her arms and steady her. “It’s me. You’re ok, just breathe.”

She feels all of her nerves surge and then leaveher body all at once as she sags into his chest, burying her face into the softmaterial of his shirt. His arms automatically come up to encircle her, rubbingup and down her back as her shaking gradually subsides.

“I heard the transformer blow,” he whispers, “Icame to check on you.”

“I’m good,” she mumbles, “I’m good now.” Hisarms tighten, pulling her closer though she shows no sign of moving away anytime soon.

They stand like that for a few minutes. Thelights don’t turn back on and Clarke doubts that they will this time.

She pulls back and looks up at where she thinkshis face would be, “Will you come lay with me?” After she asks she isimmediately grateful that he probably can’t see her face either because she’spretty sure it’s tinted red right now.

He must be able to see better than her though,she thinks, as he tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Sure thing,princess.”

She keeps ahold of his hand as she leads themback into his room and only lets go when she has to crawl back into his bed.She feels his arms come around her moments later, pulling her back against hisfront.

“This good?” he asks.

She smiles, closing her eyes and hugging hisarms closer to her chest with her own. The arms that always seem to make herfeel safe and secure. “This is perfect.”

They’ll probably have to talk about this is themorning but for right now Clarke is content, laying in the arms of her bestfriend as the rain outside beats against the window.

#no one cares ashleigh #my fanfiction #i'm going to post this and run away because omg #bellarke fanfiction #bffnet #does this count as two fics in a weekend since drunk me posted that drabble? #idk but i'll take it #hope you like it kac! #as a general note i am terrible at tense so it might be wonky

[dancingwithdylan21]

Stripped - Part 2

Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Dylan O’Brien. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?

Pairing: rockstar!Dylan x Reader

Word Count: 2,381

Part 1

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“You must be out of your damn mind, beautiful.” Dylan’s sudden shift in attitude catches you off guard, the smugness oozing out of him giving you goosebumps.

Why does this infuriating man have to be sexy as hell? And why does he have to be your client?! You continue to focus on Dylan who’s now licking his kissable lips and it’s driving you insane. You need to shut this down. Now.

“Give me your phone.” You sternly command springing up from the couch. Within seconds you’re standing in front of the intoxicating man with your palm held out.

“Excuse me.” Dylan immediately growls slipping back into his anger filled persona.

“Hand over your phone, Dylan.” You repeat loudly, successfully holding back an eye roll.

“And why would I do that?”

“Cutting off communication. Remember? You’ll get it back eventually.”

“Just do it, man. I’ll text the important people, tell them to contact me if they need to reach you.” Tyler adds as he stands up to stretch his legs around the room.

“This is happening whether you like it or not. Just go with the flow and make it easier on all of us. Ok?” You add.

“It’s password protected ya know. You won’t be able to snoop on my ass.” Dylan huffs with aggravation, then unwillingly pulls his iPhone from his jeans front pocket.

“Oh darn. My master plan is foiled.” You sass back, not able to stop the giggle that follows. Tyler joins in himself, ignoring the unimpressed puss on the rock star’s face.

“So what’s the plan?” Tyler asks quietly, looking apprehensive but also hopeful.

You bring your attention back to Dylan who’s sporting a pout as he sinks himself deeper into the couch. He’s doing his best to watch the Friends rerun on TV but you can tell he’s too distracted at the moment.

“Let’s go talk on the balcony, Ty.” You quickly open up the glass slider door and settle into one of the cloth covered chairs. You can hear muffled grumblings from the two men until Tyler stalks outside shutting the slider behind him.

“What did you get me into, dude?” You ask slightly amused as you watch Dylan through the glass door. Talk about glorified babysitting.

“Trust me, I know. The thing that kills me is that he’s a good guy, he just…he does bad shit.” Tyler replies dragging his hand down his face. The poor guy looks exhausted and you realize that this plan needs to work not just for O’Brien but for everyone in his life.

“I just told him that he’s gonna be cut off from everyone and everything. An addict would be panicking and freaking the fuck out. Wanting to score as much shit as they can instead he’s sulking like a little kid.”

“Dylan doesn’t get high as much as you’d think. At least not with the hard stuff.” Tyler wearily admits fumbling with the hem of his collared shirt.

“What…”

“Dyl uses to distract himself when shit gets to be too much inside of his head. It happens sporadically. The bastard is lucky enough that it hasn’t turned into an addiction yet.”

“Then why the rehab?” You wonder skeptically.  

“To stop his antics. O’Brien is a stubborn fucker, Y/N. He won’t listen to anyone. I needed a way of keeping him under control. And rehab did that.”

“Tyler...“

"I know, I know. But listen…I’ve known Dylan for fifteen years. He gets into these destructive phases where any and all common sense flies out the fucking window. I know the signs by now and he was on the verge like six months ago. Hence his most recent stint in rehab.”

You can sense Tyler’s sudden hesitation, he searches your face like he’s debating if he should continue on or not. He’s praying that you make good on your word instead of abandoning this whole arrangement.

“I remember reports of him overdosing like a year ago. Was that true?” You ask curiously.

“Unfortunately. It was the anniversary of his mom’s death. He was already super stressed to begin with, everything became overwhelming and he went crazy.” Tyler sighs heavily flashing back to that awful night.

He found his friend’s bloody, unconscious body lying in a heap of broken glass. Of all the places O’Brien could have passed out, he ends up crashing down onto a glass coffee table.

“I know it wasn’t deliberate. But I also know…at the time he would’ve been fine with whatever the outcome.”

“Jesus Christ, Tyler. Please tell me you at least know the root of all this?”

“Mostly family problems. His dad specifically. They’ve had a volatile relationship ever since Dylan’s mom Lisa died. He was 18 when it happened.”

“I guess I can add daddy issues to the list.” You add softly making Tyler sadly nod his head in response.

“The poor bastard’s been dealing with the guilt and bullshit from his father for almost 12 years now. Honestly I don’t blame him for wanting a break from it.”

“Guilt about what?” You sneak a peek at Dylan to see that he’s now fast asleep. He’s slouched down further onto the couch and propped his boots up on a nearby ottoman. He looks so peaceful that you momentarily forget that he’s a pain in the ass. The moment passes though when you hear what Tyler’s about to say.

“His dad blames him for Lisa’s death and he thinks his son doesn’t deserve all of his success. It’s why Dylan has a love/hate relationship with his career. He’s passionate about it but then the remorse sets in and he almost wants to destroy it.”

“Shit. Was it…I mean…did he…” You stumble out not expecting that answer.

“Yes it was his fault but it was an accident. It’s not my place to get into details, hopefully you’ll get him to open up eventually.”

Well this is just fucking dandy. You’ve dealt with difficult situations before with your job but this one takes the cake. The fact that you have a personal history with one of the people involved makes this harder. And it definitely piles on more pressure than usual.

Deciding you’ve found out enough backstory for now, you and Tyler start nailing down details for this ridiculous operation. He fills you in on where the rockstar likes to go to relax and you have the perfect place in mind. You know this whole process will be tough enough for Dylan, so there’s no way in hell he’s going to another hotel. Too many temptations.

Heading back into the hotel room, you notice Dylan is now wide awake and shoving fruit loops into his mouth. Oh how this man kills you.

“Ok dude…we leave first thing tomorrow morning. So pack everything up that you need because you’re not coming back here.” You inform him, blocking his view of the TV screen.

“Huh?” Dylan mumbles with his mouth full, looking adorably perplexed by your words. Although his innocent act doesn’t last long once he realizes you’re on to his game.

“Do me a favor, O’Brien. Stay. Here. Do not leave this hotel room until I come and get you tomorrow. And no visitors either. Your disappearing act starts now.”

“Yeah that doesn’t work for me.” He waves you off with a defiant smile then continues eating his cereal.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Tyler shoots you a wink and it makes Dylan throw his head back while moaning theatrically. Drama queen.

You say your goodbyes then rush home and get to work. You don’t have much time to get your preparations in order. Fortunately this isn’t your first rodeo and you have plenty of connections that can help out in a pinch.

Your friend Veronica, who’s a realtor, sends you info on rentals that have immediate availability. You find one that sounds like a winner then continue to get ready for this lovely adventure you’re about to endure.

~

The next mornings sun shines too soon and you seriously regret checking your phone. You have a google alert setup for Dylan’s name, so anytime the fucker makes headlines you get notified. And you’ve been notified a shit ton since you fell asleep last night.

Not only did the difficult rock star go out last night, his drunken ass hit a plethora of bars and clubs in LA. The evidence of it is littered everywhere online. Thanks so much for the help, Tyler.

Apparently Dylan’s god damn chaperone needs a chaperone himself. Fucking men. They never listen. You gave one simple instruction and Dylan couldn’t keep his annoying self in line. And Tyler…well Tyler’s gonna get a god damn earful once you see him.  

You stroll lazily up to your client’s hotel room door with Starbucks in hand. After a couple of knocks, the door swings open to reveal a very large bald man who’s sizing you up.

“Victor?” You giggle remembering Tyler’s description of Dylan’s driver. Apparently he looks like a Rottweiler but has a heart of gold like a Golden Retriever.

“Yes, ma'am but you can call me Vic.” He holds out his hand. “And you must be, Y/N. Come on in.”

You trail behind Vic into the other room and what’s before you is almost comical. There’s a hungover rock star sitting next to a nervous looking manager and they both look pretty miserable.

“Hello, boys. You ready to get this shitshow on the road?” You question fighting back a yawn.

Tyler looks ready to speak but suddenly decides against it, instead he just nods in your direction. Dylan barely grunts a response, yanking his worn Mets baseball cap down further onto his head.

Everyone finally piles into Vic’s dark SUV to settle in for the long ride. Of course he’s the only one who knows where you’re all headed. You decide it’s better to keep the other two in the dark for the time being.

You let the quiet car ride go on for a bit. Mostly because you want your coffee to kick in before mentioning last night. Although the stupid cup of java is not strong enough because you’re still fucking sleepy. Screw it.

“So tell me what happened last night, people. Cause it sure as hell wasn’t what we agreed on.” You glance between the two handsome men getting different reactions from each.

“For the record, I didn’t agree to shit.” Dylan interjects earning himself a dirty expression.

“It’s my fault. I fell asleep.” Tyler looks like a poor wounded animal and you almost feel bad for him. Almost.

“You had one job, man.” You groan flicking the side of his head with your finger.

“And you…” You quickly twist yourself around towards the backseat to where Dylan’s sitting.

“Your drunken ass got around everywhere last night huh? There’s a ton of pictures circulating online right now. All of which you’re clearly shitfaced!" You exclaim as a huge grin graces Dylan’s face.

“I was thirsty, Y/N.”

“Dylan…”

“Oh relax. No one saw me punch a douche bag named Brett in the VIP lounge at Hyde. I did good.” He says proudly.

“Son of a bitch! You were supposed to stay home, O’Brien.”  Ugh. It’s too early for this shit.

“Oops.”

“Oops? You can take your oops and shove it up your ass, pretty boy.” You narrow your eyes in his direction.

“Aw you think I’m pretty?” Dylan retorts without missing a beat.

“Piss off.” You mutter grumpily shifting back around in your seat.

“Well Y/N’s definitely a morning person.” Dylan cackles, making sure to file this useful tidbit away for the future.

“Where we going?” Tyler wonders out loud.

“You’ll see soon.”

“I need my beauty sleep. Wake me up when we get there.” Dylan mumbles stretching out in the backseat.

The tension that was once in the car has disappeared and you decide to lean your head back and rest as well. You actually get some shut eye but it’s rudely interrupted by a panicked hand shaking you.

“Is this…is that a lake?” Tyler’s shocked reaction continues as he whips his head around to look at everything we drive by.

“You’re a smart one.” You deadpan.

“But…”

“Shhh. Don’t wake Dylan up yet.” You whisper as Vic turns onto a long dirt road that leads to the house you picked out.

Tyler’s eyes are now bugging out of his skull and he looks ready to jump out of the moving car. For the love of god. These guys are so friggin high maintenance.

Once the car is thrown into park, you gingerly exit through the passenger side door. Tyler follows suit and waves you over to move away from the car. This should be good.

“This is a lake house!” Tyler does his best to keep his voice low while gesturing around wildly.

“And? You said he likes being by the water.”

“The ocean, Y/N. Don’t play stupid. I vetoed the lake house idea. They remind Dyl of the one his family had growing up. He refuses to go near one.”

“Yes I’m aware.” You shrug casually.

“Are you insane?”

“Probably. Regardless Dylan needs to face this shit, Tyler. Clearly the way he’s been coping isn’t working for him.”

“I know but…”

“O’Brien is a grown man. He can handle it…he’ll have to.”

“What the fuck?!” Oh shit. The beast is awake. You twirl around to see Dylan fuming as he takes in his tranquil surroundings.

“Welcome to your new place of residence.” You saunter over to him, pretending that rage isn’t painted on his features. Normally you’d be intimidated as fuck but you’re still too half asleep to care right now.

“You’ve gone too far, L/N. I’m officially done with this bullshit. You’re fired.” He seethes through gritted teeth.

“Nope. Tyler hired me.” You counter with sly smile.

“Oh he’s fired too.” Dylan shoots back before laying his whiskey brown eyes on his manger.

“You’re fired!” He loudly shouts at Tyler before turning his gaze to his driver.  

“And you’re fired!” The rockstar points at Vic then starts to furiously pace back and forth.

“Dylan…”

“Everyone’s fired!” He barks practically stomping the hard ground with his work boot.

“And here I thought you were gonna overreact.” You smirk knowingly. “Thanks for proving me wrong, O’Brien."

~

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[that-terrible-writer]

Everybody Knows

I realized there isn’t really much of the Legends of Tomorrow here on this site. I got into it and I’m obsessed with everyone in it. Since watching it, this idea of a story popped up in my head, so why not finally write it out?

Ray Palmer x Reader

Warning: I’m an asshole

Tinkering with one of Cisco’s latest invention had to be your favorite way to past time. It was a sweet, quiet moment to yourself; having your headphones on and getting your hands dirty was your form of yoga. You just celebrated working at STAR Labs for two years as a mechanical engineer. You worked alongside with Cisco, helping him build the endless piles of weapons to help fight against the meta-humans. You were a member of Team Flash, the voice behind every gun that had been used and soon the person behind the monitors.

You heard a loud clanking noise; once you removed one of your headphones, it was the sound of a wrench hitting the side of the metal portal. You wheeled yourself out from underneath, correctly taking off your headphones, propping yourself up to be on your forearms. Standing before you was a nervous Cisco, biting away at his nails.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked, lifting an eyebrow. Cisco finally looked at you, before he could get a word in, a gust of wind came into the room. Barry appeared, slapping at Cisco’s arm.

“Why the hell did you leave like that?” Barry harshly questioned his friend. You watched the two have a quiet argument with each other. They would glance over their shoulders to take a look at you, going back to fighting; it was rather amusing to watch, taking a sip out of your water bottle. Barry snapped at Cisco, shutting him down, ending the quarrel to acknowledge you in the room.

“Y/N,” Barry dragged out. He stretched his arms out, kicking his feet out, trying to make him look less nervous then he was on what he was about to ask you, “How do you feel about the Legends?” You shook your head a little, a bit taken back from his question. You pressed your lip into a thin line, trying to find the right words.

“Hate them,” You quickly answered with a breeze, “You know that, Barry.” Barry let out an odd noise, one to show his frustration. He turned Cisco around, going back into their earlier talk. You placed your tool down, standing up from your spot, to finally clean the grease off of your hands. You walked over to get a chance to hear what the two boys were talking getting discussing. You managed to get, “This isn’t correct at all,” from Barry Allen.

“What’s not correct?” You questioned. You exhaled a deep breath, growing irritated that you were out of the loop; clearly on something that was about you. You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes, a scowl forming. “Barry. Cisco,” Your voice was clear of your annoyance, having the two take a few steps back, away from being in hitting range. “Tell me.” You ordered.

“Allen!” You heard a familiar voice, one that belonged to Sara Lance. The moment her voice rang through your ears, your eyes immediately roll. You walked over to your desk, shoving your belongings in your backpack; trying to make your getaway. You pushed past Barry and Cisco, turning to head down the hall and out of the lab.

You couldn’t be in the same room with the Legends. The Legends annoyed you on a whole other level. The only two that you could stand was Dr. Stein and Jackson that was because they were Team Flash before they went off with the lame asses. The others though, you felt they thought of themselves as above from everyone. They were the protectors of the timeline; they had to make sure that history was intact; they had the nerve to call themselves Legends, who does that?

Every time Sara and her team would come to help you guys; she would always try and take charge of the situation. She came off that she was the better leader out of anyone when she was new to the whole leadership role. Then you had their newbies: Nate and Amaya. The whole ‘will they and won’t they’ just annoyed you. It was as if you were watching a rerun of Friends. Mick, the criminal; did they think that was the best person to help keep the timeline intact?

Lastly, you had Ray fucking Palmer.

You never knew you could feel hatred as much as you had for him. Mister 'I have four PhDs,’ always quick to correct you while you were working on a project, bothering you while you were solving a math problem. The man irked you in every way possible. He was a child trying to push every button that you had, and it worked. You couldn’t understand how one person could be so damn optimistic: all the time.

Continuing your way down the hall, you thought you were in the clear. Not seeing their face and not have the rest of your day ruin. You made one simple mistake, that was going to the control room.

“There she is!” Nate exclaimed. You cursed to yourself, slowly turning to see the six out of seven in the room: smiling at you. You stumbled a bit when Barry had appeared next to you.

“Sara, could I talk to you for a sec?” Barry’s voice was high, unmistakably showing that something wasn’t right.

“Why? Y/N is here, that’s why we came.” Sara told Barry. Her remark baffled you. You let out a weak laugh, pointing your finger at her.

“Yeah, what?” You sought. You readjusted your bag over your shoulder, shifting your weight on your other leg, “I’m not going anywhere, and I’m no use to your little team.” You spat. The statement stunned the Legend team, not understanding where that came from all of a sudden.

“Y/N, you alright?” Jackson asked, concerned for you. He took a step forward, but his action just made you take a step back.

“I was until the goon squad came.” You waved your pointer finger, showing that you were referring to them in case they were a little slow. You felt a tug on your shoulders being from Cisco, finally catching up. He let out a nervous laugh, pulling you away from everyone.

“Hey, hey, hey,” His voice cracked, Barry joined in with the nervous laugh, trying to make light of the situation. “Let’s calm down now, Y/N.” You took a breath, shutting your eyes to listen to Cisco’s advice. When you opened your eyes, it went back to glaring at the Legends: the only position they could look.

“Thought you be happy to see us, kid,” Mick grumbled, taking a swing of his beer, “Especially haircut.”

The comment made you laugh, one that you could hide, you tried to cover it with your hand, but it didn’t help. “Can’t you tell? I’m ecstatic.” You sarcastically said, having a smile to match. You raised a brow, your smile turning back into a frown, “Why would I ever be happy to see Palmer? Any day without him is the best day of my life.”

“Oh no,” Nate let out. His fingers extended, showing his frustration and confusion. He leaned over, having his hands on his hip, trying to think what they may have changed in the timeline to have you act this way. He came back up, his eyes soft, “Y/N, you’re our mechanic.”

That was when you couldn’t hold the laugh in anymore. You? Working with the Legends? It had to be some joke; it was too much to handle. Your eyes shifted to look at Jackson, who looked serious, “It’s true, Y/N. You help me maintain the Wave Rider.” You began to shake your head, saying things out loud as you struggled with everything that was happening.

"Barry,” You weakly got out, directing your attention to the hero. Their conversation earlier had to be about the Legends showing up here, and you encounter them. You pointed your finger at Barry, feeling your heart jumping into your throat. Dr. Stein finally figured it out; he was angry with himself for not seeing it the moment you said your first statement to the team: you, too, were affected by Flashpoint like he was.

“Ms. Y/L/N, if you could take a seat, I think Mr. Allen can explain what is going on,” Martin calmly spoke. You turned you’re heard shortly to look at the professor; eyes widen in horror when you figured it out, turning back to Barry.

“My timeline changed?” You revealed, taking steps closer to Barry. You dropped your bag, beginning to shove him down the hall, “I thought we covered everything you fucked up!”

“Oh, no,” Jackson let out. It alerted his team, looking at him as he figured out one important thing, “If her timeline changed,” He didn’t even have to finish. The look that Jackson gave Sara had her connect the pieces rather quickly. Sara pressed her two fingers to her ear to talk to her communicator.

“Ray, we need you to stay on the ship!” She ordered the member but got no response. As she tried again, you continued to push Barry, having Cisco try and pull you away.

“Now I know how Cisco feels with you and fucking Flashpoint, Allen!” You screamed, “They looked happy to see me, which meant that I was happy with them!” You were tiring yourself out, finding it harder to find any strength left to show your rage out on Barry. Your hands were shaking, tears forming in your eyes as your anger turned into pain and heartbreak. Arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you away from Barry, a chest pressed up against your back.

“Whoa, Y/N,” It was his voice. A voice you once hated, but now you questioned it, not knowing what to believe anymore, “What happened, honey?”

Your eyes grew, staring directly at Barry in disbelief. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what ’honey’ meant in this content. The Legends came running down the hallway to find their missing comrade.

“The one time he doesn’t listen,” Nate huffed.

Ray placed you down on your feet, turning you to look him in the eyes. When he placed his hand on your cheek, bending down to get a better look you, you heard the room let out a slight noise of discomfort. Your face searched every part of Ray’s, looking at him in a different light. He seemed so worried about you; his eyes poured out nothing but love for you. This timeline didn’t just affect you; it changed everything for Ray Palmer.

“Y/N/N, did something happen while we were gone? Is your family ok?” Ray was spit-firing questions at you, his mind thinking the worst after seeing what he had walked into with the Flash scared of a person that couldn’t harm a fly.

You brought your hand up, gripping on Ray’s hand that was still resting on your cheek. They were bigger than yours, a lot warmer but even touching his hand made you get the jitters. You drew your hand back, pulling away from him. Ray grew confused, standing up straight, his eyes still fixated on you. You try to avert your eyes away from staring into his. You were trying to think why your hate for him suddenly disappeared for him, what caused the sudden 180.

“Y/N,” Ray weakly got out, trying to step closer to you but was pulled back by Nate.

“Dr. Palmer,” Martin addressed him. Ray didn’t bother to notice Dr. Stein; Ray wanted to know why you were acting like a complete stranger in front of him, “If you would come with me, Ms. Lance, Mr. Allen, and Ms. Y/L/N, we will be able to explain what is going on.”

“Going on?” Ray repeated, finally turning to the professor. Ray’s heart sank hearing those words. He looked back at you, his heart shattering when you looked terrified just by looking at him, “Y/N?”

You shook your head, not wanting to be with anybody right now. You left your bag behind, bolting to the stairs, leaving everyone behind. Ray tried to chase after you, but his team held him back. Mick walked his way over to Ray, placing a hand on Ray’s shoulder, “Just give her some time.” He assured his friend.

“Time for what?” Ray asked, at a lost for words, he was on the verge of tears. Trying to think of other reasons why you were acting the way you were: drugs, amnesia, just anything that didn’t lead back to you completely forgetting everything you had once shared with Ray.

“Ray,” Barry let out, grabbing Ray’s attention. Ray’s eyes grew, his mouth half-open, his heart pounding against his chest: harder than usual. Barry took in a deep breath, staring at the heartbroken Atom, “Let me explain.”

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[hetaliaarttrades]

Round Robin #1 - Hungary has a bad day

The first round robin exercise we did as a group!

Written by @dragonsaphirareads @truephandomtrash @neetstudioart @bananapajama87

Prompt -  “My uterus is shedding and I will not hesitate to stab you”

Elizabeta was about to hit her limits. Her friends’ voices were grating on every nerve she had, her body was screaming in protest with every movement, and worst of all she’d just remembered that she’d just run out of chocolate in the house.

When Alfred started laughing wildly at a joke at Carlos’s expense, she snapped. Eliza spun on her heel and pointed sharply in Alfred’s face, not even an inch from his nose. “If you don’t can that stupid laugh of yours right now, I am going to personally rip out your vocal chords.”

Alfred was, understandably, very concerned by her sudden outburst and even more so the look of absolute murder in her eyes. He took a step back, hands in surrender and laughing nervously.

“Ha, um, ok, Eliza... What’s the matter with you?”

Her voice lowered and she curled her lip. “My uterus is shedding and I will not hesitate to stab you if you get any more on my nerves than you already are.”

Carlos and Feliciano glanced at each other. The former wasn’t exactly unhappy that Alfred was called out, but it was a little scary to see Eliza in such a state of rage.

The italian boy stepped forward and put a cautious hand on her shoulder.

“Is there anything we can do to help, Eliza?”

She took a breath, breathing out slowly. Her abdomen was actually killing her, and walking home was just making it feel worse. All she wanted to do was lay down with her hot pad, put on Netflix and eat some chocolate until she felt better.

“I’m sorry, guys, I’m just really irritable right now. Cramps suck ass.”

The guys shrugged at each other. Of course they wouldn’t understand, but Feli smiled in sympathy.

“I know, mi sorella complains about them all the time. Do you want to stop by my house first? We might have some medicine for you.”

Feliciano’s house was much closer than hers, and the prospect of painkillers was enough. She nodded, and the other guys followed along as they took a detour through a neighbor’s yard to get there faster.

“So, how much does it really hurt?” Alfred asked, clearly a glutton for punishment. Eliza smiled dangerously, turning her head to look him in the eyes.

“Well, imagine that someone stabbed you right in the gut. With a butter knife. Then, they reached in and took your guts and started squeezing.” To make her point stronger, she took Alfred’s arm and squeezed it as tight as she could with both hands. He winced and tried to pull away. “But that’s not it. They also decided that they should spread that pain to your legs, and your back, and your chest. And give you a headache, no matter how many painkillers you take.”

Alfred winced again. “Ouch.”

She nodded. “Yeah. Ouch. So you’ll excuse me if I decide that all I want to do is stab a hoe and hope they suffer the same pain as me,” she said staring directly at Alfred who couldn’t help but fear for his life. Was all girls this crazy when their periods started? It was that moment he decided he was blessed that he was born a guy instead of a girl dealing with periods.

Luckily for Alfred (and possibly the rest of the guys as well), they had arrived at Feliciano’s house which he quickly let in Elizabeta. She brushed past everyone and headed to the bathroom. He stared after her form before turning at the other two.

“So… who wants to be the one to tell her that the painkillers are actually in the kitchen- and I’m not doing it,” Feliciano quickly added at the end. He knows how girls can get on their periods and last time he told his sister that they were out of painkillers, he ended up with half his hair gone and a black eye. It wasn’t a fun day that day and he would rather not have a repeat that day.

Carlos and Alfred both looked at each other before quickly shouting, “Not it!” The two exchanged glares as electricity flew between them. Neither wanted to die today.

“Hey you said you are a hero? You supposed to be brave and I insist go showing off your bravery today,” Carlos gritted out at him.

“Its to save people and not to get myself killed. Why don’t you go? You always insist that you are stronger and better than me,” Alfred shoot back.

Tension only grew between the two and Feliciano instinctively retreated backwards away from them. No way was he going to risk his neck to stop them. Fortunately (or unfortunately), it was interrupted by a loud frustrated scream followed by loud stomping. Alfred and Carlos froze hearing the footsteps growing closer and closer and turn to look where Feliciano was only to find that he had disappeared. Of course the Italian retreated to safety leaving the two to handle an angry and frustrated girl on their period who may or may not stab them because she couldn’t find the painkillers.

“Hehe… I just remember I got something to do,” Alfred nervously said and tried to leave only for Carlos to grab him by the collar of his shirt pulling him back in and shoved him towards the sound.

“I actually have to get going. I insist you go,” Carlos said backing towards the door. Alfred glared at him and soon the two were fighting to get out of the door neither of them wanting to die.

However, they froze when a bloodlust curled up their spines greeting them with a bone chilling numbness. They slowly turned to see Elizabeta somehow found a spoon and was holding it threateningly to them. “I will only ask once and once only… where is THE MEDICINE CABINET?!?!” Elizaveta shrieked, winding up to hit Alfred across the face with her spoon.

“Yo I don’t know! It’s Feliciano’s house, why are you asking me?!” he yelled, flinching under the woman’s hard gaze. She whirled around wildly, trying to find her new target.

“Oh Feli! Where are you? You can’t promise me painkillers and then just disappear honey!” Her voice was suddenly very sweet and dripping with threat. She began to prowl around the room like a tigress on the hunt. Suddenly she ripped a tablecloth off a coffee table with a yell, revealing Feliciano, curled into a little ball underneath.

“AHH! Don’t hurt me please! I’m much too young and delicate to be hit with a spoon!” he squeaked, his eyes filled with tears as he fell into his practiced wails for mercy. Carlos and America looked at each other in fright, they had never seen Elizaveta this angry, and certainly not towards Feliciano. Those two usually got along pretty well. But right now, they were realizing why their other friends were so scared of her. In her hands, that spoon looked like a broadsword.

“There’s absolutely no reason why I should hurt you, if you give me what I came here for.”“It’s in the kitchen! PLEASE! Let me go!”  Elizaveta had already dragged Feliciano out from underneath the table by his shirt collar and was dangling him a foot and a half off the ground with one arm, her other arm wielding the spoon.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?! Do you know how terrible walking up stairs when it feels like your lower spine is being ripped out?” she whispered harshly.

“Don’t be mad, please, I didn’t mean to!”

“Oh I’m not mad, just a little annoyed you made me waste my time. I really don’t like wasted time where this agony is concerned.” She then threw Feli down onto a nearby couch and beconned Carlos and Alfred over to her.

“Come with me, we’re going on a little treasure hunt.” The two men were too afraid to do anything but follow when she threw open the door to the kitchen and stomped in.

“Yo, dude, I wouldn’t want to come across her in a dark alley.”

“Si, I don’t think anything could stop her now that she’s on the warpath like this.”

“Yeah no wonder Gilbert is always tiptoeing around her.” The two men tried to make themselves seem as small as possible as Elizabeta lead them to the kitchen. Hopefully if they were quiet, she would forget they were there. Alfred began to wonder if her sight was based on movement, like in those dinosaur movies. Carlos began to wonder if she could smell his fear. They were headed into a room filled with objects much more dangerous than a spoon. Eliza ran to the nearest cabinet and threw open the doors. She began searching for any kind of pain medicine while Alfred and Carlos stood quietly behind her like scared puppies. The search continued for 5 minutes, half opened boxes of pasta laid on the ground, and no medicine could be found.  

“WHERE THE FUCK IS THE TYLENOL!” Eliza screamed out at the couch where Feli was dropped. Eliza grabbed the nearest frying pan and stomped over to Feliciano, ready to whack a bitch.

‘’I COULDN'T FIND THE FUCKING MEDICINE” Eliza pointed the frying pan at the Italians head  

“DONNA PER FAVORE PLEASE DON’T HURT ME I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIEEEE!” Feli cried out, slightly shaking. Eliza smiled creepily

“Give me the medicine and maybe i won't be so harsh.”    

Feli ran into the kitchen, passing Carlos and Alfred, who were cleaning up the mess that the enraged Eliza made. He died slightly inside, seeing all of his pasta RUINED. Feliciano went over to a small, untouched cabinet above the microwave and got the medicine that was needed. He also grabbed a bottle of water and a small bar of chocolate from his fridge. Feli ran back to Eliza, who was laying on the couch cuddling her frying pan. Feli gently gave her what he grabbed from the wreck that he called his kitchen.

‘‘T-thank you” Eliza said sniffling. Was she crying?

“Are you ok? Feliciano asked, very worried about Eliza’s sanity

“Do i look oh-fucking-kay to you”

“What's wrong?”

“I AM IN PAIN FELI THAT'S WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG”  

‘‘Oh…..” Feli replied, surprised at her outburst. Eliza took the medicine and quickly devoured the chocolate that Feli gave her. Alfred and Carlos peeked out of the kitchen, the danger of being murdered seemingly low. The boys all sat down at the various chairs in the living room. One hour and a crappy X-Files rerun later everything was calm again. Eliza slowly fell asleep and the house was quiet again.

“Soooo… who’s gonna tell her that she has to go back home?” Carlos asked.

#hetalia #aph hungary #aph america #aph cuba #aph italy #hetalia fanfiction #hetaliaarttrades

[they-are-there-upon-his-head]

Hi, I just really need to talk about modern AU great Comet hcs Please love me

an unprompted ask?? for me??? this is the content I signed up for

so yeah i’m just gonna make a big ass list of headcanons lemme know what you think,,, i love modern au so much so this is also a long post beware!!!

these are random as hell but are heavy on the Andrierre, which is good and bad because I love this ship but also I haven’t read War and Peace so some of the Andrey headcanons might be dead wrong

and of course feel free to correct and/or add on to this list! I’d love to hear what you guys have to say about this and I’m always up for talking about Great Comet

so let’s begin

 Anatole is a picky picky picky eater, he’ll only eat very specific things like That One All-Natural Organic Overpriced Brand Of Mac ‘N’ Cheese™

9 times out of 10 Helene is going to or drinking Starbucks

Dolokhov will eat ANYTHING but he still ends up going to Taco Bell way too often

he drinks too much Mountain Dew

Pierre keeps his shirt on at the beach/when swimming

he only leaves the house to walk to the local convenience store and buy snacks, and the liquor store to buy booze

Marya loves couponing

Dolokhov prides himself on his cool sneakers

Sonya plays the ukulele

she wears a lot of scarves and flannel and loves autumn

Andrey owns a lot of soft gray sweaters

Mary has a really old ipod nano that has like ten songs on it but she listens to it and dances while she cleans in the morning when her father is asleep

Helene wears athletic wear (track pants, cool sneakers, etc) for the aesthetic but isn’t much of a fan of working out

Andrey goes for a run every morning

Natasha uses the dog filter on Snapchat way too much

Balaga wears a weed hat and weed socks

there’s a 99% chance Anatole has texted “send nudes” in the last 12 hours

Pierre has a lot of t-shirts with random bands on them

Marya loves strong coffee

Natasha and Sonya share a room that’s decorated with fairy lights

Andrey works a bunch of jobs and has really weird hours

lucky for him, Pierre never sleeps

so they often go to the local diner together at 3am and get milkshakes and cheese fries

Pierre fucking loves cheese fries

Sonya had a weeb phase

Dolokhov is still in the tail end of his emo phase tbh

Anatole secretly loves Buzzfeed quizzes

Balaga is an uber driver

Sonya watches a lot of Food Network and HGTV

Natasha loves The Bachelor

Dolokhov watches roast videos

Pierre once watched vine compilations for 13 hours straight

somehow word got around that Dolokhov secretly has an embarrassing tattoo (something along the lines of “I love my mom,” perhaps?) but when confronted about it he turned bright red and vehemently denied its existence

Helene wears those Aesthetic™ shirts with random French words on them from like Forever 21 or something

Dolokhov wears Timberlands and track pants and snapback hats

he also wears his socks pulled up high like your friendly neighborhood fuckboy

Natasha has worn the same pair of Uggs for a long time

Balaga unironically wears Crocs (often paired with his weed socks and oversized denim cutoffs)

Dolokhov takes snowball fights very seriously

Andrey can drive but he hates doing it

he bikes to work and around the city

Mary also hates driving, but that’s because she’s deathly afraid of it

Pierre bought contacts but never uses them, he just wears his glasses instead

Dolokhov is really into sports, both watching them and playing them

his favorites are soccer and basketball

he forces Anatole and Helene to watch some games with him and they hate it

they just rate the players’ attractiveness instead and end up talking and wolf-whistling over all the commentary

Dolokhov is annoyed by it at first, but always ends up joining in and marveling at the muscles on these guys! look at those fucking biceps

Natasha visits Pierre once in awhile and brings some gifts and food (usually baked goods that her and Sonya make)

they just sorta hang out and talk and eat, sometimes Pierre makes tea for them and they have a little tea party

Pierre’s very awkward but Natasha is good at diffusing the awkwardness, mostly by talking a lot about nothing

one time she convinced him to let her paint his nails and honestly??? Pierre kinda liked it

he wanted to tell Andrey about it but Andrey still doesn’t seem ready to talk about Natasha

Pierre’s ok with it though, he’ll give it time. Andrey will come around eventually.

Mary swears by medicinal teas and herbs for almost every ailment

she also collects flowers and dries them and hangs them in her room

Dolokhov does parkour

Balaga runs a meme account

Marya has everything you could ever need in her purse, including napkins, Advil, hand sanitizer, wet wipes, tampons, pepper spray, tweezers, Beyonce’s entire discography, the whole city of Moscow, etc

Pierre has a lot of books on the French Revolution

one Valentine’s Day, Andrey got Pierre a locket with Napoleon’s face in it and Pierre was so confused until he opened it and he just looked so pained while Andrey laughed

honestly Pierre thinks it was actually really fucking clever and it’s kinda sweet that Andrey noticed how into the French Revolution he was

also, he had never seen Andrey laugh as hard as he did in that moment and that made it all worth it

Pierre’s favorite TV show is Gravity Falls, though Ancient Aliens is a close second

he also watches reruns of Jeopardy a lot and is surprisingly good at it

sometimes Andrey will watch it with him; Pierre gets all the history stuff and Andrey gets more of the pop culture questions

Helene listens to Lana Del Rey, Dolokhov has a soft spot for twenty one pilots, and Anatole is always a slut for some Britney

Pierre listens to Radiohead and other depressing existential indie/alternative rock

Natasha is a sucker for a good love song, Broadway musicals, or any happy boppy pop song tbh

Sonya loves folk music and anything with string instruments

Andrey is partial to some good 90s grunge rock (Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Weezer, etc)

Marya listens to pop music of the 70s and 80s music, stuff of the “good old days”

boy oh boy can she GET DOWN to Dancing Queen

Mary thoroughly enjoys Christian rock

Andrey secretly loves to dance, he’s one of those people that just kind of loses himself in the music and is just completely in the zone while dancing

honestly??? Pierre’s jealous because 1. how do you relax while there are people around you and 2. how the hell does Andrey still look cool

Pierre is either too self-conscious to dance or he just kind of nods his head to the beat, that’s all he’ll do

(unless he’s alone in which case it’s WILD)

Dolokhov’s dancing is basically just jumping with some fancy footwork once in awhile

Anatole and Helene twerk. c’mon of course they do

one time Natasha tried to teach herself how to twerk and Marya walked in and grounded her for a week

Pierre thinks The Shawshank Redemption is the pinnacle of cinema and will fight anyone who thinks otherwise

Natasha sings in the shower

Anatole loves chick flicks and has a crush on Ryan Gosling

he forces Dolokhov to watch shitty romcoms with him as revenge for Dolokhov forcing him to watch sports

but I mean they’re all curled up on the couch with their arms around each other and Anatole’s crying and Dolokhov’s laughing at him and they’re eating ice cream and takeout from the one place that Anatole actually likes and it’s just them because Helene’s knows that this is just Too Much™ so she left and she’s basically the voice of reason in their friend group and it’s really quite the experience

Pierre was in a really shitty cover band in college

Balaga is always high

Sonya loves oversized sweaters and leggings

Dolokhov has his ears pierced

Helene has a nose ring

not a day goes by when Anatole doesn’t quote Mean Girls

Mary owns a lot of those wooden blocks with random little quotes on them (you know the ones – they’re in any given Marshalls and dearly beloved by suburban wine moms), like “Be happy” and “Jesus loves you” and “You can’t buy happiness, but you can buy chocolate”

one of Andrey’s many jobs is waiting tables at Applebee’s. Pierre has visited him there a couple times and boy did Andrey look dead inside

the only reason Andrey works so many jobs is so he can afford his own place because his father is a piece of shit

Pierre offered to help with the financial aspect of it but Andrey wouldn’t let him pay for it

still, Andrey ends up sleeping over Pierre’s a lot, not that Pierre minds

Old Prince Bolkonsky exclusively watches FOX news and he yells at the TV a lot

he eats the same thing for lunch every day: a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, which he makes Mary prepare

fun fact: Mary is allergic to peanuts

Sonya works at an ice cream parlor and brings home desserts for Natasha and Marya

Marya loves chocolate ice cream, Natasha prefers vanilla with rainbow sprinkles

Sonya is a butter pecan kind of girl, if we’re getting into it (and we are)

Anatole likes French vanilla (it has to be French), Helene likes coffee, and Dolokhov is partial to death by chocolate (or something similar)

Bolkonsky has to have peanut butter ice cream, Mary likes strawberry

Andrey prefers sorbet, but if he had to pick, he’d go with pistachio

Pierre’s favorite is cookie dough

Balaga probably found a way to make weed ice cream tbh

Mary loves scrapbooking

Sonya writes fanfic

she loves to read and wishes she lived in a Barnes & Noble

Andrey and Pierre play video games together and they’ve gotten really good at it

neither one of them likes intense fighting games but they do really like Mario Kart

Andrey plays as Yoshi and Pierre plays as Bowser

Pierre tried to teach Natasha how to play but she kept falling off cliffs

her favorite character is Princess Peach

her and Sonya dressed up as Peach and Daisy for Halloween once and it was really cute

Pierre has worn the same black hoodie for two years

Natasha runs an aesthetic blog

she also writes poetry on said blog

one of Andrey’s coworkers keeps accidentally calling him Andrew and it makes Andrey so irritated

the Kuragins can’t swim

Dolokhov tried to teach them but it didn’t work because Helene’s bikini kept falling down and Anatole wouldn’t go under water because it would ruin his hair

if Andrey goes over Pierre’s during the day, he’ll help him clean the house because Pierre has no motivation to do so

about once a month Marya will stop by and remark how disgusting the house is and before Pierre can even defend himself the whole house has been vacuumed, the windows are washed, the laundry’s done, the clothes are folded, the shelves are dusted, the bathroom’s scrubbed, the beds are made, and there’s fresh flowers on the kitchen table

then they hang out and complain about people to each other and it’s a grand old time

Pierre’s really grateful to Marya, but she refuses to take a compliment

let’s be real though, she relishes in watching Pierre keep saying nice things about her because she keeps denying them and he feels obligated to make her agree

Pierre has a shitty Toyota Corolla from the early 90s that has no AC and is being held together by duct tape and he’s afraid to drive it but too attached to sell it

Sonya has a folder on her laptop that’s just pictures of Tegan And Sara. that’s it

Marya doesn’t know how to whisper

Pierre loves the movie theater but will only go if Andrey or Natasha go with him

after the whole Anatole Fiasco™ Natasha and Sonya blocked Helene on Instagram so she kept making fake accounts until they accepted one of the follow requests

Andrey takes Halloween very seriously

Pierre bites his nails

Helene taught Anatole how to do makeup and now he won’t stop contouring

Anatole takes an obnoxious amount of selfies

Sonya’s wardrobe is almost exclusively from Target

Pierre spends an embarrassing amount of time on Wikipedia

Marya had a flip phone up until a couple months ago when Natasha and Sonya convinced her to get an iPhone

Marya hates it because she doesn’t know how to use it and it makes her feel stupid

but Natasha’s teaching her how to use it and it’s kind of growing on her, it’s just so practical and functional and now she has a pretty red case for it that matches her nails and

Marya goes and gets her nails and hair done every couple of weeks, it’s her mandatory “treat yo’ self” ritual

Anatole pretty much only wears pastel colors

Dolokhov pretty much only wears black (or very very very dark gray)

he has a black jean jacket decorated with lots of pins that he wears all the time

there’s a skull pin and one that says “Jesus hates me” and a Blink-182 one and an Obama one and a gay flag one and an eggplant emoji one and one that says “I love my boyfriend” and it’s fucking iconic

his favorite shirt to wear it with is his Batman shirt

Dolokhov likes DC better than Marvel, Pierre’s the other way around (is that what the duel was fought over??? lmao)

Anatole doesn’t care but he thinks RDJ is hot

Andrey likes both and doesn’t understand why everyone’s so angry about it

Helene has an extensive collection of bralettes

Natasha hates pants and only wears skirts or dresses

Sonya doesn’t think she’s very good at drawing or painting but she still does it anyway because it makes her really happy

Pierre once said “love you” while talking on the phone with Andrey and he didn’t know what to do so he just PANICKED and chucked his phone across the room but he forgot to hang up and it turns out Andrey didn’t even hear what he said after all

ehhh hopefully this is pretty good? it was fun to make and made me laugh while writing it but let me know what you think!! and please add on to this post, i need more modern au headcanons hhhhhh

#natasha pierre & the great comet of 1812 #npgc1812 #npatgco1812 #tgc #gc #great comet broadway #great comet of 1812 #headcanons #hcs #danatole #andrierre #pierre bezukhov #natasha rostova #sonya rostova #marya dmitrievna #marya dmitryevna akhrosimova #anatole kuragin #helene bezukhova #helene kuragina #fedya dolokhov #balaga #mary bolkonskaya #old prince bolkonsky #andrey bolkonsky #war and peace #w&p #bella posts #ask bella

[dancingalone21]

Stripped - Part 2

Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life? 

Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,429

Part 1

“You must be out of your damn mind, beautiful.” Jensen’s sudden shift in attitude catches you off guard, the smugness oozing out of him giving you goosebumps.

Why does this infuriating man have to be sexy as hell? And why does he have to be your client?! You continue to focus on Jensen who's now licking his kissable lips and it’s driving you insane. You need to shut this down. Now.

"Give me your phone." You sternly command springing up from the couch. Within seconds you're standing in front of the intoxicating man with your palm held out.

"Excuse me." Jensen immediately growls slipping back into his anger filled persona.

"Hand over your phone, Jensen." You repeat loudly, successfully holding back an eye roll.

"And why would I do that?"

"Cutting off communication. Remember? You'll get it back eventually."

"Just do it, man. I'll text the important people, tell them to contact me if they need to reach you." Matt adds as he stands up to stretch his legs around the room.

"This is happening whether you like it or not. Just go with the flow and make it easier on all of us. Ok?"

"It's password protected ya know. You won't be able to snoop on my ass." Jensen huffs with aggravation, then unwillingly pulls his iPhone from his jeans front pocket.

"Oh darn. My master plan is foiled." You sass back, not able to stop the giggle that follows. Matt joins in himself, ignoring the unimpressed puss on the rock star's face.

"So what's the plan?" Matt asks quietly, looking apprehensive but also hopeful.

You bring your attention back to Jensen who's sporting a pout as he sinks himself deeper into the couch. He's doing his best to watch the Seinfeld rerun on TV but you can tell he's too distracted at the moment.

"Let's go talk on the balcony, Matty." You quickly open up the glass slider door and settle into one of the cloth covered chairs. You can hear muffled grumblings from the two men until Matt stalks outside shutting the slider behind him.

"What did you get me into, dude?" You ask slightly amused as you watch Jensen through the glass door. Talk about glorified babysitting.

"Trust me, I know. The thing that kills me is that he's a good guy, he just...he does bad shit." Matt replies dragging his hand down his face. The poor guy looks exhausted and you realize that this plan needs to work not just for Ackles but for everyone in his life.

"I just told him that he's gonna be cut off from everyone and everything. An addict would be panicking and freaking the fuck out. Wanting to score as much shit as they can instead he's sulking like a little kid."

"Jensen doesn't get high as much as you'd think. At least not with the hard stuff." Matt wearily admits fumbling with the hem of his collared shirt.

"What..."

"Jay uses to distract himself when shit gets to be too much inside of his head. It happens sporadically. The bastard is lucky enough that it hasn't turned into an addiction yet."

“Um. Then why the rehab?” You wonder skeptically.  

“To stop his antics. Ackles is a stubborn fucker, Y/N. He won’t listen to anyone. I needed a way of keeping him under control. And rehab did that.”

“Matt."

"I know, I know. But listen...I've known Jensen for fifteen years. He gets into these destructive phases where any and all common sense flies out the fucking window. I know the signs by now and he was on the verge like six months ago. Hence his most recent stint in rehab."

You can sense Matt's sudden hesitation, he searches your face like he's debating if he should continue on or not. He's praying that you make good on your word instead of abandoning this whole arrangement.

"I remember reports of him overdosing like a year ago. Was that true?" You ask curiously.

"Unfortunately. It was the anniversary of his mom's death. He was already super stressed to begin with, everything became overwhelming and he went crazy." Matt sighs heavily flashing back to that awful night.

He found his friend's bloody, unconscious body lying in a heap of broken glass. Of all the places Jensen could have passed out, he ends up crashing down into a glass coffee table.

"I know it wasn't deliberate. But I also know...at the time he would've been fine with whatever the outcome."

"Jesus Christ, Matt. Please tell me you at least know the root of all this?"

"Mostly family problems. His dad specifically. They've had a volatile relationship ever since Jensen's mom Donna died. He was 18 when it happened."

"I guess I can add daddy issues to the list." You add softly making Matt sadly nod his head in response.

"The poor bastard's been dealing with the guilt and bullshit from his father for almost 12 years now. Honestly I don't blame him for wanting a break from it."

"Guilt about what?" You sneak a peek at Jensen to see that he's now fast asleep. He's slouched down further onto the couch and propped his boots up on a nearby ottoman. He looks so peaceful that you momentarily forget that he's a pain in the ass. The moment passes though when you hear what Matt's about to say.

"His dad blames him for Donna's death and he thinks his son doesn't deserve all of his success. It's why Jensen has a love/hate relationship with his career. He's passionate about it but then the remorse sets in and he almost wants to destroy it."

"Shit. Was it...I mean...did he..." You stumble out not expecting that answer.

"Yes it was his fault but it was an accident. It's not my place to get into details, hopefully you'll get him to open up eventually."

Well this is just fucking dandy. You've dealt with difficult situations before with your job but this one takes the cake. The fact that you have a personal history with one of the people involved makes this harder. And it definitely piles on more pressure than usual.

Deciding you've found out enough backstory for now, you and Matt start nailing down details for this ridiculous operation. He fills you in on where Jensen likes to go to relax and you have the perfect place in mind. You know this whole process will be tough enough for Jensen, so there's no way in hell he's going to another hotel. Too many temptations.

Heading back into the hotel room, you notice Jensen is now wide awake and shoving fruit loops into his mouth. Oh how this man kills you.

"Ok dude...we leave first thing tomorrow morning. So pack everything up that you need because you're not coming back here." You inform him, blocking his view of the TV screen.

"Huh?" Jensen mumbles with his mouth full, looking adorably perplexed by your words. Although his innocent act doesn't last long once he realizes you're on to his game.

"Do me a favor, Ackles. Stay. Here. Do not leave this hotel room until I come and get you tomorrow. And no visitors either. Your disappearing act starts now."

"Yeah that doesn't work for me." He waves you off with a defiant smile then continues eating his cereal.

"Don't worry, Y/N. I'll keep an eye on him." Matt shoots you a wink and it makes Jensen throw his head back while moaning theatrically. Drama queen.

You say your goodbyes then rush home and get to work. You don't have much time to get your preparations in order. Fortunately this isn't your first rodeo and you have plenty of connections that can help out in a pinch.

Your friend Veronica, who's a realtor, sends you info on rentals that have immediate availability. You find one that sounds like a winner then continue to get ready for this lovely adventure you're about to endure.

~

The next mornings sun shines too soon and you seriously regret checking your phone. You have a google alert setup for Jensen's name, so anytime the fucker makes headlines you get notified. And you've been notified a shit ton since you fell asleep last night.

Not only did the difficult rock star go out last night, his drunken ass hit a plethora of bars and clubs in LA. The evidence of it is littered everywhere online. Thanks so much for the help, Matt.

Apparently Jensen's god damn chaperone needs a chaperone himself. Fucking men. They never listen. You gave one simple instruction and Jensen couldn't keep his annoying self in line. And Matt...well Matt's gonna get a god damn earful once you see him.  

You stroll lazily up to Jensen's hotel room door with Starbucks in hand. After a couple of knocks, the door swings open to reveal a very large bald man who's sizing you up.

"Clif?" You giggle remembering Matt's description of Jensen's driver. Apparently he looks like a Rottweiler but has a heart of gold like a Golden Retriever.

"Yes, ma'am. And you must be, Y/N. Come on in."

You trail behind Clif into the other room and what's before you is almost comical. There's a hungover rock star sitting next to a nervous looking manager and they both look pretty miserable.

"Hello, boys. You ready to get this shitshow on the road?" You question fighting back a yawn.

Matt looks ready to speak but suddenly decides against it, instead he just nods in your direction. Jensen barely grunts a response, yanking his baseball cap down further onto his head.

Everyone finally piles into Clif's SUV to settle in for the ride. Of course he's the only one who knows where you're all headed. You decide it's better to keep the other two in the dark for the time being.

You let the quiet car ride go on for a bit. Mostly because you want your coffee to kick in before mentioning last night. Although the stupid cup of java is not strong enough because you're still fucking sleepy. Screw it.

"So tell me what happened last night, people. Cause it sure as hell wasn't what we agreed on." You glance between the two handsome men getting different reactions from each.

"For the record, I didn't agree to shit." Jensen interjects earning himself a dirty expression.

"It's my fault. I fell asleep." Matt looks like a poor wounded animal and you almost feel bad for him. Almost.

"You had one job, man." You groan flicking the side of his head with your finger.

"And you..." You quickly twist yourself around towards the backseat to where Jensen's sitting.

"Your drunken ass got around everywhere last night huh? There's a ton of pictures circulating online right now. I think this one is my personal favorite." You hold out your iPhone to show the photo and a huge grin graces Jensen's face.

"Kaleo! They're my boys, man."

"Jensen..."

"Oh relax. No one saw me punch a douche bag named Brett in the VIP lounge at Hyde. I did good." He says proudly.

"Son of a bitch! You were supposed to stay home, Ackles."  Ugh. It's too early for this shit.

"Oops."

"Oops? You can take your oops and shove it up your ass, pretty boy." You narrow your eyes in his direction.

"Aw you think I'm pretty?" Jensen retorts without missing a beat.

"Piss off." You mutter grumpily shifting back around in your seat.

"Well Y/N's definitely a morning person." Jensen cackles, making sure to file this useful tidbit away for the future.

"Where we going?" Matt wonders out loud.

"You'll see soon."

"I need my beauty sleep. Wake me up when we get there." Jensen mumbles stretching out in the backseat.

The tension that was once in the car has disappeared and you decide to lean your head back and rest as well. You actually get some shut eye but it's rudely interrupted by a panicked hand shaking you.

"Is this...is that a lake?" Matt's shocked reaction continues as he whips his head around to look at everything we drive by.

"You're a smart one." You deadpan.

"But..."

"Shhh. Don't wake Jensen up yet." You whisper as Clif turns onto a long dirt road that leads to the house you picked out.

Matt's eyes are now bugging out of his skull and he looks ready to jump out of the moving car. For the love of god. These guys are so friggin high maintenance.

Once the car is thrown into park, you gingerly exit through the passenger side door. Matt follows suit and waves you over to move away from the car. This should be good.

"This is a lake house!" Matt does his best to keep his voice low while gesturing around wildly.

"And? You said he likes being by the water."

"The ocean, Y/N. Don't play stupid. I vetoed the lake house idea. They remind Jay of the one his family had growing up. He refuses to go near one."

"Yes I'm aware." You shrug casually.

"Are you insane?"

"Probably. Regardless Jensen needs to face this shit, Matt. Clearly the way he's been coping isn't working for him."

"I know but..."

"Ackles is a grown man. He can handle it...he'll have to."

"What the fuck?!" Oh shit. The beast is awake. You twirl around to see Jensen fuming as he takes in his tranquil surroundings.

"Welcome to your new place of residence." You saunter over to him, pretending that rage isn't painted on his features. Normally you'd be intimidated as fuck but you're still too half asleep to care right now.

"You've gone too far, L/N. I'm officially done with this bullshit. You're fired." He seethes through gritted teeth.

"Nope. Matt hired me." You counter with sly smile.

"Oh he's fired too." Jensen shoots back before laying his eyes on his manger.

"You're fired!" He loudly shouts at Matt before turning his gaze to his driver.  

"And you're fired!" Jensen points at Clif then starts to furiously pace back and forth.

“Jensen...”

"Everyone's fired!" He barks practically stomping the hard ground with his work boot.

"And here I thought you were gonna overreact.” You smirk knowingly. “Thanks for proving me wrong, Ackles." 

~

#stripped series #rockstar!jensen #jensen ackles x reader #supernatural #jensen ackles #jensen ackles au #matt cohen #matt cohen au #spn reader insert #stripped #clif kosterman #dean winchester

[tustinjomimori]

One Shot- Exhaustion

Boku no Hero Academia

Aizawa Shouta/Reader

Rated T (for one single F bomb)

Prompt from @letaizawasleep !!  I wrote almost this whole thing on my phone at like 3am two nights ago and only just finished it up! I hope you enjoy and thanks so much for the prompt! Sorry it took so long, I wanted to finish it yesterday but I was just a sleepy baby. I didn’t know how to end this so I kinda just??? bullshat it 

It's a little past midnight when Shouta finishes his patrol. He's exhausted (but when is he not) and he's ready to fall face first onto any horizontal surface he can find; a bed preferably, but he'll take a couch or even the floor if that's all he can get.

Instead of heading back to his own apartment, he heads instead to your home in the other direction. While he knows you probably need your sleep as much as he does, what with being a university student, he secretly hopes you're still awake, if only so you can lull him him to his own sleep by running your fingers through his hair like you love to do (and he won't admit it, but he loves it as well). He just hopes that if you're already asleep, that you've remembered to leave a spare key out for him. The memory of almost getting caught picking your front lock by your elderly neighbor the last time you forgot still causes him embarrassment.

Luckily, upon arriving at your run down apartment, he finds the door unlocked and makes his way inside, quietly muttering a “pardon the intrusion” as he removes his shoes and locks the door behind him. The lights are still on in the small dining room and the old TV in the corner is playing food network reruns, as per usual. There's a large charcoal drawing, half finished by the looks of it, sitting on the dining room table. Shouta is always curious about your current projects, but what he's more curious about at the moment is where in the world you've gone off to.

Shouta makes his way towards your bedroom, passing your cramped kitchen in the process. He double takes when he sees something unusual out of the corner of his eye. Crumpled on the kitchen floor is what appears to be a person. You're clad in charcoal stained sweats and lying in a small puddle of water on the tile. Scattered around you is what appears to be a broken glass, and a number of pills have rolled onto the floor from the counter above you.

What did you fucking do ?!

Shouta pushes back the panic making the blood pound in his ears, urging himself to stay calm and assess the situation more carefully. First he kneels to the ground to check that you're still breathing. He lets out his own deep sigh when he realizes that yes, you're breath is coming out regularly.

Next, he grabs the pill bottle from the counter and notes with relief that they're only low dosage painkillers, nothing you could overdose on without ingesting almost a whole bottle, which, judging from the number of pills still in the container and those scattered around you on the floor, isn't what transpired.

Kneeling back down beside you, Shouta carefully takes your head in his hands and checks for any injuries that you may have incurred when you hit the hard floor. Everything seems normal, thank God, and he places your head in his lap before lightly tapping your face with the palm of his hand.

--

You can hear someone calling your name from far away but opening your eyes seems like too much of a chore. You try to mumble out a “what” but the single syllable becomes garbled in your throat and you give up.

The insistent tapping on your face is annoying though, and it takes all of your energy just to crack a single eye open. Something dark is floating just above your face and it takes a few moments before you're able to open your other eye and focus in on what that object is.

Shouta’s face is inches away from yours, upside down, and  his expression is one you've never seen on him before. As your body and mind manage to wake up bit by bit, you’re finally able to breathe out a single word and the look on Shouta’s face shifts slightly into something more recognizable. Relief?

“Babe?”

You're glad to see your boyfriend, you always are, but right now you're just confused because you don't remember him coming over at all. Or had you gone to his place ?  Nonetheless, you raise a shaking hand to try to wipe away the look of concern painting your boyfriends features.

“What's up?” You ask him.

“What’s ….? Shit, do you not know what happened?” You think you can hear a small tremor in his voice.

“No?” You respond. “Am I on the floor?”

You attempt to brace a hand against the tile in order to push yourself into a sitting position, but Shouta halts your progress by grabbing your hand.

“Careful. There's broken glass.” He warns you.

“Um. Why?”

Shouta looks back down at you quizzically. He studies your face like he's looking for something.

“I...was hoping you could tell me what happened.” He finally says.

You have to think for a bit.

“I was working on something for class…..I think I came in here to get something for a headache?”

“You passed out.”

Oh, well that explains why you're on the floor you suppose.

“Have you been sleeping enough?” Shouta is looking at you sternly, like if you answer him wrong he’ll get mad. Like himself, you tend to stay awake for long stretches of time and usually manage to take small naps here and there when you have time between classes and work.

“Um…” You try to think of the last time you slept for more than a few minutes at a time. You come up short.

Shouta makes an exasperated sound above you and tenderly removes your head from his lap. He repositions himself above you, placing an arm under your knees and another supporting your neck and head. Effortlessly, he lifts you into the air and before you even have time to think about wrapping your arms around his neck, he's softly dropped you into your bed.

“Where's your phone?” He asks gruffly.

“Dining room? I think…” You aren't 100% sure of where you left it, or why your boyfriend suddenly wants to see it, but feeling the pillows beneath your head is reminding you of how desperately you need to close your eyes again. When you open them moments later, Shouta is walking back in through the doorway to your bedroom, phone in hand.

“What classes do you have tomorrow? Give me the professor’s names.”

Without thinking, you give him the information he asked for.

“You’re not going to class tomorrow.” Shouta says while typing. “I’m telling your professors.”

“No, what?!” You shoot up into a seated position in bed, but the action makes you dizzy. Shouta just looks at you, giving off an air of authority and finality. Laying back, you argue, “It’s almost finals week, I can’t miss class!”

“How many classes have you missed so far this semester?”

You think about it, “None, but….”

“So it’s fine.”

“Shouta….”

“No.” Your boyfriend's eyes soften just a little. “You’re exhausted, you need to rest.”

“You’re one to talk.” You huff back at him, but you find yourself sagging back into the pillows and mattress. You scoot back against the wall, making enough room for another body to lay next to you.

“Fine. Will you stay until morning?” Your eyes are pleading. You’ve never told your boyfriend, but you always sleep best with his warm body is close to yours.

“I was planning on it.” Shouta finally smiles at you, placing your phone on your nightstand. He fishes his own phone out of his pocket and sets an alarm. You want to ask him if he’ll call out of his teaching job to stay in bed with you the next day, but you know that he won’t give in as easily as you did and you’re just too exhausted to try to fight him on it.

After leaving to turn off all the lights, as well as the TV, in the apartment, Shouta takes up the space next to you in bed. You immediately press up against his side. His arm snakes around you and pulls you even tighter against him. You’re already drifting off when your eyes suddenly snap back open and you blurt out, “Did you look at it?!”

“Look at what?” Shouta yawns.

“The piece I’m working on.”

“Not really. I was too busy

making sure you weren’t dead.”

“Good. Don’t look at it, Ok? Please.” You request. “I um. I was planning to give it to you when I’m done and I want it to be a surprise.”

Shouta yawns again and nuzzles his chin against the top of your head.

“I’ll look forward to it.” He promises.

You sigh contentedly, briefly thanking the universe for giving you such a caring (despite his best efforts to appear to the contrary) boyfriend. You fall asleep to the sound of Shouta’s steady heartbeat, breathing in the scent of his shampoo and his sweat.

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