#i feel like feeding you guys since a bunch of you asked to be tagged

[path0logical-people-pleaser]

i was playing guitar today (im not very good but i try) (god knows i try)

and i got to thinking (i feel a lot) (how most things start and end)

about how things that can get carved into your soul (you) (it starts and ends with you darling)

the chords press indents like canyons onto my still-too-young fingertips (i was so young) (some may say it's naivety) (i'd tell them to go to hell)

and spike up my arm to my heart and my soul; electric (electric soul) (i've always liked that phrase) (i think i heard it in a lana song and it's been in my mind ever since)

the music feels like freedom (i've never been musical, always rubbish at remembering notes) (this feels different though) (better)

i smash the guitar into a wall. (good things never did last long when i was around) (i figured i should just pull the trigger myself) (it's better than being shot in the stomach) (please don't shoot me in the stomach) (i might die again)

#poetry #i feel like feeding you guys since a bunch of you asked to be tagged #i kinda tried playing around with making a cohesive story poem thing that can be read with both brackets and open lines #just brackets #or just open lines #and still make sense

[icestarphoenix]

What happened the first time someone tried to rescue Greg from the Statehouse Colony? How did he react to finally seeing another person?

TW: graphic death, panic attack, force feeding

(This is gonna be a long post, and a very dark one too. Actually tell me if I need to tag anything else. If you still wanna read it, buckle up.)

Ever since Greg found out that he was essentially being held captive by fifty one dangerous monsters, he’d been thinking about various escape plans while doing his best to survive. However, none of what he came up with was feasible. He was never left unsupervised, there would always be at least one “state” that would be watching him, especially during those rare occasions where Greg would venture farther than his wooden pallet bed. Adding on the problem that they could teleport anywhere, there was no place Greg knew of where he’d completely escape them, nor did he want to deal with the possibility that he’d anger them by doing so. He actually felt the safest when he was doing his job as the sound guy during their “shows.” During those times, not only did Greg know he was being useful, the Statehouse would also be preoccupied with something pretty harmless. As such, he had a rare sense of certainty that he was safe while working.

However, then came a moment Greg hadn’t experienced before. After the day’s recording session (he could really only rely on those to tell time anymore), they had seemingly left Greg all alone on his bed. He considered using the moment to run away, but then Greg realized that he had no idea how to properly survive this place on his own. Getting resources and fighting off monsters, that was all done by the “states.” He wouldn’t last a day on his own. So even though the opportunity was right there, Greg decided to stay on his bed, watchful for any monster that might show up while he was vulnerable. 

He immediately became alert at the sound of footsteps, and he was almost tempted to call one of the “states” just in case. However, a sight he thought might be impossible, another person had come out from the hallway. Greg hadn’t seen another person in so long that he actually got a little spooked from seeing a stranger who actually looked completely human, like that was the unusual. They had been surprised to see him too, asking a bunch of questions that Greg answered in a daze. His mind was still reeling, the thought of having a savior just show up at this perfect time almost felt contrived, but he wasn’t going to argue. He let the person take a bunch of Almond Waters from his crate before they led him away.

As they were walking, his rescuer was talking, but Greg wasn’t fully listening. Something about getting to an almond town, he didn’t understand any of it. They were speaking into a walkie-talkie, presumably to another human being, but they used so many terms he’d never heard before that it was all a blur to his ears. Greg was still coming to grips with the fact that another human being besides himself existed in this place and it wasn’t some kind of personal hell just for him. But maybe it still was, he wasn’t completely sure. 

He didn’t feel as excited as he thought he’d be with getting rescued, as Greg was still considering if this was his imagination trying to comfort him or even a vivid hallucination. It felt like a surreal dream being led away by another human with the promise of a place that was truly safe.

It was when the two of them reached a hallway where a big red star was painted on the wall. Greg suddenly felt a cold chill run down his spine with the creeping realization that he was being watched.

“Where are you going?”

Snapping to turn around, “Alaska” was right behind them. And he was clearly unhappy. A million thoughts about why and how ran through his brain before he realized. “Alaska” had been with them the whole time, including when Greg thought he was alone. Like with the “shows,” it was just that Greg and his rescuer never even noticed he was there.

(TW content under)

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It all suddenly dawned on Greg that this was all real, very real. What happened wasn’t a rare occurence, he had never been alone, it had been a frustratingly normal day. The monster in front of him was just more patient, that’s all it was. The two of them were in so much danger in that moment, Greg had to do something, anything, to try and save this kind person.

“A-Alaska, wait–”

A monstrous arm shot past Greg’s head, and all he could hear was a short yelp, a slam, and a loud squelching sound. He didn’t want to believe it, even as he saw “Alaska”’s bloodied arm retracting back to normal. His body felt like it was frozen, he couldn’t will himself to move besides the shaking that wracked his entire form. He knew what was behind him, but he didn’t want to look, he knew what it was, but he couldn’t.

“Don’t worry, Greg. Look. I got rid of it.”

And then “Alaska” turned him around to see.

“You’re safe now.”

Greg used to have a comfortable life before the Backrooms. Raised by his mom and dad in a nice middle class neighborhood, he had a fairly nice upbringing. He attended good schools, got into a good college to pursue his film passions, and kept in touch with a couple good friends. Death wasn’t something he had to deal with often in his life. Even if he did, it was solemn, quiet, and dignified. It was never anything like this.

His rescuer didn’t even look human anymore. They just looked like...meat. Meat haphazardly splattered on the ground.

It really felt like all of this was his fault. Maybe if he was able to convince “Alaska” not to do it. Maybe if he hadn’t been so dumbfounded at seeing another person and actually warned them. Maybe if he wasn’t such a coward and found escape on his own, they might still be alive. That person was surviving, they had a life, and Greg took it away because he couldn’t save himself. He was sorry. So, so, so sorry. That innocent person was just trying to help, and now they were dead, and it was all his fault.

Those were some of the things his mouth was trying to ramble out through delirious screams and tears. Kicking and screaming as “Alaska” threw Greg over his shoulder to teleport back and be set down in his bed. Curled up tight and sobbing incoherently, any bystander watching would’ve believed he lost his mind. However, Greg couldn’t really be a good sound guy if he went insane. And so to fix that, the Statehouse restrained Greg and force fed him Almond Water* to make sure he stayed sane. The mental strain from the fast and forced change in emotional state was too much for his mind to bear and Greg ended up blacking out. After checking to make sure he was still alive, they deemed it mission accomplished. Their sound guy was safe and back at home.

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*Almond Water is able to treat ailments and restore sanity (you can turn into an entity after going insane). However, as “restoring sanity” is vague, I’m gonna have Almond Water be able to quickly and temporarily alter the drinker’s brain chemistry in order to numb the drinker’s emotions. It’d allow for them to be able to think more logically and make fewer rash decisions. It’d also make someone feel less fear, anger, or panic to ensure they’d be able to react properly to entities. As for why almond water, it’s a real product but just feels kinda weird I guess.

#replies! #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttsh #greg the sound guy #backrooms!au #my writing #tw death #tw panic attack #tw force feeding #sooo much edge and angst

[jenosdaemi]

I'm not able to comment on your fic "Come back home". My tumblr has been acting up and it doesn't let me comment on any post. It just shows error. I'm here to tell you that i loved you fic. I don't know the first thing about Johnny or nct or k pop. I do read a lot of fan fics so maybe that's how yours popped up in my feed. I loved the story. It kept me hooked to the very end. I can't wait to read part 2 so if you don't mind kindly tag me there. I absolutely loved the way you wrote the story ever since their relationship went down the drain. I love how this taeyong dude stood by Johnny's gf's side. Is it really like that in reality? I mean do k pop fans actually spread hate for the idols if they date?

I actually typed the whole thing above as a reblog but tumblr shows an error for that too. And then I tried messaging I couldn't do that either. Thankfully, I am at least able to send an ask. I feel so bad for not being able to replog your fic.

For some reason, I didn't see your ask in the mobile app but popped up here on the web. I have no idea when you submitted this ask but I sincerely hope it's not too late yet.

THANK YOU! For reading, for loving it and for leaving feedback. I've said this a bunch of times before but it means a lot for creators like me to get positive comments on our works. It motivates us to make more fiction for you guys.

About your question, yes, kpop fans could be a little (too) toxic when their idols get into dating rumours. Imagine how worse they would react when those rumours turn out to be true. They will suddenly hate the idols they "love" so much, it's sad but it's the truth.

Anyway, please know that I reaaalllyyy appreciate this ask especially from you, someone who doesn't know anything about kpop and NCT but loved my fic. This just made my week and I'm seriously bragging about this to my friends lol.

#daemi answers #renderedspeechless

[kellanved-ammanas]

Sniper Pals & Ships: Demo - Vicious

[A/N] Content warning for a brief mention of animal abuse, specifically a pit bull. Also, said pit bull isn't vicious. This fills the prompt through mentioning that pit bulls are purported to be vicious but this one proves that idea wrong. It's mild, like I said, just a mention of it and not an actual depiction of the pit bull being abused, which is part of why I didn't tag it in the main tags, but I feel it is a enough to be worth a heads up for anyone who might need it.

~

Demo wasn’t usually the type of guy who’d steal someone’s dog straight out of their backyard. But the poor beast had been chained up without much shade other than a teeny-tiny doghouse. It had been late evening when he’d found her so it hadn’t been too hot at the time but they were in the damn desert, making that an extra cruel thing to do. So leaving her there hadn’t been an option.

And so now Demo had a dog. A pit bull, supposedly a vicious blood thirsty breed. ‘Vicious’ was the last word he’d use to describe her though as she lay politely at his feet. She’d spent the night at the foot his bed and had followed him into his workshop after he’d fed her off his own plate because what else was he supposed to feed her?

“What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with you?”

Her ears moved as she turned her head to look at him. He’d only had her for half a day and yet she already seemed content with him.

While Demo liked animals, he’d never been a ‘having a pet’ type of person. He could barely take care of himself, how the hell was he supposed to keep a whole living being that was completely dependent upon him alive too? And he worked with a lot of dangerous chemicals and literal explosives, things that would be very bad for any animal that got into them even for a few seconds. Or if she bumped him hard enough at the wrong moment or surprised him with a loud bark because she caught another animal’s scent, it could be kablooeyfor both of them.

Well… if Demo couldn’t take care of her, the only solution was to look for someone who could and wanted to. Lucky for him, he lived on a base with a bunch of animal lovers. One of whom had even told him a little while ago that they’d like a dog one day. A dog to go hunting and camping with but surely a pit bull could be trained for that, right?

~

Sniper answered the knock on his camper van door looking like he’d been awoken from a nap. Demo normally would’ve apologized for that but he’d made it clear during prior such incidents that he didn’t mind as sleeping in the middle of the day wasn’t something he should be doing too much anyway.

“Yo, you want a dog?” Demo said instead.

“Huh?”

“I found a dog.” He stepped back to gesture towards her. He’d found a piece of rope to tie to her collar to make sure she wouldn’t run off. She hadn’t tried to though. “But I ain’t exactly the best person to be in charge of taking care of her so I figured I’d ask you if you want her ‘cause you said that you’d like a dog one day. So here’s a dog if you want her.”

“Where’d you find her?”

“Someone’s yard. She was chained up to a tiny dog house. There were food bowls but they empty. So I couldn’t just leave her there. She’s been real friendly so far but… I don’t think I’m equipped to take care of her.”

“Well, I don’t exactly have room in the camper for a dog.”

“Damn, guess that’s fair point though.” Demo had been hoping Sniper would take her because he’d grown rather attached to her and since he hung out with Sniper fairly often, that would mean he’d still get to see her plenty too.

“Could ask Scout. He’s got a wiener dog back home he’s real proud of so he might be willing to take her on.”

Seems Demo wasn’t the only one subjected to the admittedly cute dog pictures Scout’s Ma had mailed to him. Not that that was the least bit surprising, it was Scout after all. “Yeah, he’s probably a good option.” He also went on runs and stuff that dogs were supposed to enjoy. … “Or I could just keep her myself.”

Sniper raised an eyebrow. “You could. If you want tips on caring for animals and stuff, just ask. I ain’t an expert or nothing but I had dogs growing up.”

It was tempting, she was adorable, friendly, and she seemed to like Demo. Perhaps as recognizance that he’d saved or because she was just friendly, maybe a little bit of both. But… “Nah. Maybe when I’m better at staying sober for longer, I can get a dog or some other kind of pet. Right now though, it’d be a bad idea.” It wasn’t just about what he wanted but about what would be best for any potential pet he might acquire. He just wasn’t at a place in his life currently where he could give the kind of care and attention a dog needed.

“Well, good on you for admitting that.”

Demo grunted an acknowledgment. “Well, guess I’ll go see if Scout wants her. See you around.”

#my writing #tf2 #team fortress 2 #demo #sniper #demosniper

[mik3ysprincess03]

Tokyo Revengers boyfriend head cannons when you’re on your period.

☰ 🍒 Fluff and semi smut!

☰ characters: Draken, Mikey, Inui, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Rindou, Ran, Kokonoi, Kakucho, Sanzu, Kazutora, Baji, Hanma.

☰ tags: @shibuyawardnetwork @reiners-milkbiddies @winterv-black

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a/n take this while I’m finishing up the second chapter to my bonten story. Sorry I was gone for awhile T_T my uni term is ending finally. Comment to join my head cannon tag list. ↺ ♡

Question, how do you feel about visual link Twitter porn hcs?

Draken:

•Draken and you are a playful couple, you guys have some teasing banter with each other (he only teases you cause he loves you <3)

•One day you were at his place and laying on the bed with Draken, you two were just chatting and being playful and he jokingly told you to “shut up” and since you were having bad cramps, you couldn’t help but cry. Yk it happens.

•”Shit baby, I’m sorry I didn’t mean it that way. What’s wrong?” He asked, immediately feeling bad.

•He can be a little clueless. So just tell him when you’re getting cramps!

•Will bring you chicken soup (or any comfort food) to you and literally spoon feed it. He will also bring a bunch of snacks from the convenience store like water, snacks you are craving and some candy.

•He understands that you can get really emotional or moody, so he makes sure to comfort you during this sensitive time.

•Sometimes you get reallll horny on your period (I don’t blame you lmao) and Draken is there for it. Having sex is no problem, since your body feels a little more sensitive during that time it makes you cum even faster w/ him and he loves it.

•Draken loves when you deep throat him and make eye contact, so messy, so pretty. “My pretty slut.” He calls you.

•”Kenny, daddy? Can you pick up some pads for me pretty please?”

•”Of course, princess. I’ll let you wear my hoodie while I’m gone.”

•Sends you a bunch of pictures of pads bc he has no clue what is what.

•Draken is the kind of boyfriend to cuddle up with you and hold your hand whenever needed during your period.

•He loves you, so much.

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Mikey:

•You feel period cramps? Mikey feels the pain too. You both are like two peas in a pod.

•You stained your panties and started to cry since it was a cute pair, then Mikey took them out of your hands without a word and hand washed them in cold water to remove the blood stain. You are his precious girl!! :)

•He can tolerate your mood swings and emotional state during your period, while you were apologizing for getting annoyed at something he told you “no need to worry baby, I can’t imagine what it’s like dealing with a period. You girls are really strong.”

•Mikey lends you his shirts to wear which smell just like him and his cologne, they’re so so comfy too.

•Mikey would love to fuck you while you’re wearing nothing but his shirt on ;) kinda reminds him that you are his.

•He will come by with a huge bag of all the yummy snacks he found, he will go out and get food for you and a yummy drink like bubble tea, or lemonade, anything refreshing to cheer you up.

•It’s also cool if you don’t want to have sex at this time, he will respect that. But if you do want to fuck on your period, Mikey will absolutely be down to finger you as foreplay. He knows all the right words to say to make you soaking wet. “You like that baby, huh?”

•Takes a lot to gross him out so, if you’re cool w/ it, all good.

•Mikey is a pro at fingering. He knows exactly how to make you squirm and beg for more, he gently presses two fingers into your slit as he angles his fingers upwards as they trust in and out of you - his other hand rubbing your clit. The perfect remedy for cramps.

•He rubs your belly and tells you all the reasons why he loves you.

•Mikey will spoil you with little presents during this time. He always shows his love to you, Manjirou goes above and beyond.

•He will spoil you with anything you’d like, from makeup, beauty, clothes, desserts and food. He gives you a pretty necklace or earrings >_<

•”It’s only fair I treat my girl right while she is on her period, right?”

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Hakkai:

•He is incredibly sweet and patient, if you are having PMS and mood swings he absolutely does not mind the mood swings and will comfort you however he can.

•Let’s you sit in his lap as he rubs gentle circles on your back, “shh it’s okay sweetie. It will be over soon, you’re going to be okay. I’m here.”

•Actual sweet pea.

•Hakkai will make sure you take your pain killers and hand you a water bottle as you take them. He also takes the opportunity to surprise you with your favourite flowers, it’s the little things.

•Whether you want to strictly stay at home and relax or go out for a fancy dinner to take your mind off your period, he will be the sweetest boyfriend ever.

•”Hey babe, to cheer you up I got us matching outfits! Mitsuya gave me a recommendation and look how cute they are!”

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Kazutora:

•Some random dude off the street started hitting on you and today was not your day, this made you mad. With Kazutora beside you he was about to beat him up. “Babe, I’ve been to jail before and I’m not afraid to go again.” 💀

•He’s extra sweet during this time and has more patience than usual.

•Kazu will brush your hair to help you relax

•Even though you got a little bit of hormonal acne he is totally your hype man “oh yeah hot stuff, that’s my baby. Hottest chick ever!”

•He will order food to your house as a surprise before coming over.

•”does it hurt?”

•”Mhm :(“

•”Damn that’s a yikes. I’ll give you cuddles.” Ok, he is trying.

•Kazutora will take a hot shower with you and help wash your body or hair, whatever you allow him to do. He will hold you in his arms and after wrap you up in a fluffy, fresh towel.

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Mitsuya:

•He has sisters so he knows how girls and kids can be, naturally very patient due to that. He’s very considerate and extremely understanding towards you.

•Lots of cuddles and will give you a shoulder or back massage if you’re feeling sore. He’s the big spoon so he’d wrap his arms around your waist.

•”Ahh it’s so icky!”

•”It’s natural, baby. It will be over soon cutie.”

•If you tell him you’re on your period and not feeling well he will order food to your house while he picks things up from the store.

•He picks up some pads for you and can easily find the right brand you tell him to get, along with feminine wipes, pain killers or chocolate.

•Gives you all the cuddles you need.

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Baji:

•Baji is a really chill boyfriend and like any of the TR boys will be really considerate during your monthly cycle.

•you two were going to have a date to a fancy restaurant but you dreadfully had to cancel due to how annoying your flow and period cramps were being.

•”Hey Baji, I’m not sure if I can make it tonight… my period came and I just feel terrible. I really wanted to go on our date but I don’t feel good.”

•”Aw Angel, don’t worry. Would you like me to come over? I can get some take out for us and we could watch some tv and relax or play video games. ❤️”

•He comes over with a grey pair of sweats for you to wear n his big comfy shirt that you love to steal. Baji thinks you are SO beautiful in his clothes.

•You two spend the evening eating some fries, burgers and milk shakes then it turns into you on his lap, and you start making out.

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Kokonoi:

•This man adores you so much. He will go out and pick up everything you need, probably some extra fancy pads (lol), some strawberry dessert wine, udon, girl just ask for it and he has it.

•You were staying with him when you woke up and discovered your period was here, a few days too early.

•You begin to cry as you realized you had stained your boyfriends sheets. He woke up with a groggy morning voice “(name)? Princess, what’s wrong?”

•After him finding out you got blood on the sheets he comforted you immediately. Koko also took it into his own hands to get some designer silk pjs for you that evening.

•He cleaned the sheets like the gentleman he is.

•While Koko was gone during the day he ended up purchasing a Dior perfume for you, some skincare, a promise ring and some snacks for you. This man is smart with his money but loves to spoil his cutie.

•He would romantically and gently fuck you, orgasms can sometimes help relieve period cramps.

•Koko decided to fuck you in missionary, to keep you comfy and so he could lean down to leave marks all over your neck and chest. He also sounds so pretty when he cums in you aaa. (Wow I should rlly make some hot nsfw head cannons.)

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Sanzu:

•Sanzu definitely prefers you when you’re all needy and horny for him but will also have fun taking you at a more sensitive time of the month.

•”How’s my girl doing? You need anything?”

•Sometimes you can be a little bratty when you’re on your period, you enjoy making him agitated to get him to fuck you senseless.

•Sanzu will roughly pound you senseless, making you beg him for more. This may include some choking, spanking, hitting n even spitting in your mouth.

•He can also be very loving, if you need him he will be there. “Aw, baby girl. Are you feeling okay? Tell me what you need.”

•Let’s you lay against his chest as he tells you how adorable you are. >_<

•He gives you your space when needed but will also give you all the chocolate you could ask for.

•”Need anything else, doll? Don’t worry (name), I can handle you during your period.”

•A dirty smirk on his face.

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Rindou:

•Buys you cute plushies and stuffed animals 🥺

•He picks up some desserts, fruit tarts, cupcakes, drinks, everything to cheer his wonderful girlfriend up.

•Being a little sadistic he rlly enjoys fucking you on your period and possibly using it as an opportunity to dump all his cum in you w/o the pill.

•”fuck, sexy girl, wrapping so tightly around my cock. You love being stretched out by me don’t ya doll face?”

•Will leave light bruises on you and hickeys allllll over for days.

•Since sometimes your tits can feel a little swollen during your time of the month, so Rindou sucks on them and plays with them.

•You are Rindou’s little princess. He spoils you rotten. He decided to let you go to the nail salon, he picked what you got done ofc n paid for you.

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Kakucho:

•Ohmygod he is so loving, Kaku just adores you.

•You were so horny and really needed Kaku’s cock while your period hormones hit. He gladly accepted your offer. He isn’t really bothered by blood either, it’s natural, nothing to be ashamed of.

•Kaku got you on his lap as you slowly lowered yourself on his length, with your arms gently placed on his shoulders and his hands guiding your waist and hips.

•Kaku especially loves the hot and sexy little whimpers you let out as his cock stretches that tight & pretty pussy out. “Daddy, need you” you whine.

•If you’re having cramps Kaku will take care of you, he is so loyal nothing you do can stop him from loving you. He gets you a heating pad n yummy snacks.

•If you get a little moody or snappy he knows it’s nothing personal and gives you all the reassurance you need.

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Hanma:

•If you are moody when you’re on you’re period, Hanma will tease you back and give you some smartass remarks. Until you give him a dirty look, then he is begging for forgiveness.

•Hanma loves you, sometimes in a twisted way but he loves you.

•One night in the middle of summer Hanma was out at night, getting into a fight, running from the cops and stirring up trouble. 🙄

•You just started your period and you were overwhelmed with emotions and crying as you ate instant ramen.

•You decided to call your boyfriend Hanma. Of course he instantly picked up his cell phone, you sobbed into the phone. “Hanma, I need you. Please come over, my tummy hurts.”

•He got the message that you needed him and had to finish up his fight. “My girl needs me, so let’s make this quick.” Before coming home to comfort you.

•You two ordered take out and he attempted to comfort you by caressing your cheek, giving you some pain killers, take out food and some water.

•This dirty perv was also tryna get you in a better mood so he could fuck you. Being on your period is no pass from being roughly fucked doggy style by Hanma. Enough to make the ppl next door hear! 

•Lowkey likes the blood.

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Inui:

•Sometimes Inui doesn’t really know how to handle certain things like periods. He is a little clueless to knowing when you’re about to start your period of if you’re just a bit moody in general.

•You were feeling particularly feisty this month. With a pouty expression on your face the whole day.

•”Babe, what’s wrong?”

•”Nothing.” You said as you crossed your arms with sass.

•Of course you couldn’t help your emotions and hormones going a little all over the place for a few days due to your period. Yet, Inui knew you well.

•”You’re hungry, princess. What do you want, sushi or dumplings?” He just knows you so well *sob*, you end up getting sushi n cola!

•”Inui, can we go do some shopping too? I saw new cute clothes!”

•”Of course honey. Anything you want. Your birthday is coming up in a few weeks, how about you give me some ideas? (:”

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Ran: 

•Ran is an independent man and you are a clingy girl. Your needy side comes out even more when you’re on your period.

•Ran will let you cling to him and gives you all the love.

•Horny mf isn’t gonna stop.

•Ran will give you so much love!! He may or may not keep track of your cycle so he can surprise you with chocolate, candy, gifts n flowers during this time for you.

•One night your cramps were really bad when you two were just sitting in the living room watching tv, then you started crying? Typical.

•Your day just felt like shit.

•”Baby, what’s wrong?? C’mere my sweetie pie.” He cooed as he pulled you into his arms.

•”fuck, I don’t know. I just hate my period sometimes.” You whined

•Proceeds to bundle you up in his sweat shirt, and spoon feed you soup. :”) aaaa the dream

•giving a sly and dirty smirk he looks into your soft eyes “need master to make something else feel better?”

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Chifuyu:

•Best hugs.

•”don’t worry about a thing baby, I won’t ever leave your side. Even during your period, I’ll always be here.”

•Will supply you with all the comfort and love needed.

•”You know I love you even if you’re being a lil sassy, right?”

•He is a rlly chirpy and loving boyfriend so he is more concerned about you than anything.

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[poisonouswritings]

Massive Mass Outbreaks Are Dangerous(ly Fun)

GN!Reader, little bit of action, fluff, some are ship-y and some are not

(Adaman, Mai, Melli, Irida & Palina, Ingo, Volo, Laventon)

This takes place in the Blessed!AU, where MC has super-healing thanks to Arceus

Adaman

Massive Mass Outbreaks (or MMOs as you've taken to calling them) are incredibly useful when it comes to bulking up your catch-per-survey. Maybe you use the random events as an opportunity to fill out Dex pages, maybe you're shiny-hunting, or maybe you're just in it for the money. The point is you're Not Wasting Any Time™!

Neither is Adaman.

Any time with you is well spent

Speaking of time, he's been having a rough one lately. The MMOs are scaring his clan badly, and there's been some damage to the food storages from curious and hungry alphas. It took nearly a month and a lot of help from the Scavenger Team to build the reserves back up.

Anyways you and Adaman have set out to explore the MMOs. While Mai teases Adaman about something (you're not really sure what, but they keep looking over at you and he's all red-faced so there's that) you go ahead and feed Munchlax some berries.

Monch monch monch

You check your ArcPhone to see what's nearby and - oh. Hello. You glance over at the clan leader and bite back a grin. Mark the location on your map. Summon Wrydeer. This should be fun.

You help him onto the saddle and spur Wrydeer off at a sprint. Adaman squeaks and tightly wraps his arms around your waist before he falls off. You're a pro at this so you while you do feel a bit of pity for him, you also are struggling not to laugh. You can't really calm him down while riding so you just try to avoid jostling around too much.

It only takes around ten minutes to find the outbreak. You tug on the reins, bringing Wrydeer to a stop. When you go to hop off you find that you can't because Adaman is still clinging to you. You start to ask if Mai never took him on rides or something when he was younger when he, wobbly-kneed, drops to the ground. Since he was never very good at playing his Celestial Flute, he never really summoned any Noble Pokémon, which includes Wrydeer.

'But riding on Wrydeer saves so much time!! :) '

' >:/ '

Anyways his annoyance at you fades immediately when he sees the outbreak; a bunch of Alpha Eevees

Oh! He melts!!

Maybe it's because the only Pokémon he has are Eeveelutions and he's covered in their scent or something but they immediately start cuddling up to him. Within a few seconds he's laying on the ground being mobbed by fluffy Eevees and having what you're fairly certain is The Time Of His Life

He manages to shift the Eevees off of him enough so he can sit up and look over.

Grinning like a fool,, this is the first time he's felt like he has the time to breathe in a while and he wants you to relax a bit too

Hehe Eevee cuddles

Mai

While she comes along to have Munchlax reveal spawn locations, she never actually explores the MMOs

Until today!

When you first asked Mai to come with you, she said she couldn't because of 'duty' or whatever.

Look her in the eye. Pick up Munchlax.

Just,,, just walk away. Munchlax flaps his little hands and seems to be having fun. Mai eventually darts after you, but by then you guys are far away enough from base camp that she concedes and tags along on your adventure.

She's a lot more cool and collected about it all but she's also really interested in the Pokémon.

You guys take Wrydeer and roam around. She's smart enough to not wanna get close to the outbreaks, so you admire them at a distance.

She steers,, looks over her shoulder at you and says you can hold onto her if you get scared,,,, winks,,,,, oh i have simply died,,,,,,,

I mean yeah sure you're pretty experienced at steering Wrydeer by this point but like,, hello? Prime cuddle opportunity?? Take advantage of it???

Munchlax keeps zooming around to find and eat berries. No matter where he goes, Mai seems to know how to track him. You finally find him passed out in a little tuft of grass, surrounded by half eaten berries,,, snoozing,,,,

You and Mai find a little pile of uneaten berries and sit under a tree, snacking on them. She tells you stories about the other wardens and funny experiences she's had with them while you guys listen to the rain.

Melli

Ever since you soothed the Frenzy, you make it a point to come visit each of the nobles every other week or so to make sure everything is fine. None of the other Wardens give you trouble with it.

Except for Melli.

He seems to have finally acknowledged that the Frenzy was not, in fact, a blessing from Almighty Sinnoh, but he still insists he knows Everything About His Lord and if anything is the matter, he'll let you know (not that he'll need your help dealing with it)

Anyways you're arguing like usual when an MMO breaks out. And Melli comes up with the brilliant idea that, hey, if he's able to clear three outbreak sites before you can, then you aren't allowed to question his greatness anymore

... You consider pointing out that you literally have three gods on your team but quickly decide it isn't worth the effort, instead just agreeing.

Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina make quick work of their tasks, and you even manage to catch a shiny Geodude for your trouble

You head back over only to find an outbreak of Aipom tossing Melli's beanie around, while the frustrated warden darts around trying to catch it. You ask him if he wants any help but no!! He doesn't need any aid from the noodle!!! He can get it himself!!!!

You, Palkia, Dialga, and Giratina spend the next ten minutes just watching the scene while snacking on some mochi Beni packed for you.

Eventually Dialga discreetly uses telekinesis to catch the hat mid air and drop it into Melli's hands. He is Incredibly Proud™ of himself. You give Dialga an extra mochi.

On the way back, you guys run into an angry outbreak of Electivire. You go to lob a Pokéball when Melli slides in front of you, telling you to run.

He is A Warden and you are A Dumb Noodle. He will protecc you (and probably bully you for it later).

You stare at him for a good ten seconds,,, which is just long enough for him to get electrocuted. Then you drag him behind you while directing Dialga to Roar of Time them all back into last week.

Melli is embarrassed and insists his way was Perfectly Fine Thank You Very Much. You give up on arguing and just agree that He's Great and haul his ass back to base camp to be treated.

Irida (ft. Palina)

Irida thinks she's being tortured by Almighty Sinnoh Palkia. She isn't, but she thinks she is. That's what it says on the note she used an Abra to send you, along with a plea for you to come help.

So you dress in your warmest clothes and head out.

When you get to the Icelands, a blizzard is ripping through the area. You brace yourself and summon Braviary, shooting through the air towards the Pearl Settlement. You bury your face in your arms to keep the stinging wind from cutting your cheeks.

You don't look up again until Braviary is descending. From up here it seems like there's a random ring of,, moving,,, fire,,,, You hop to the ground and run over to investigate.

There's Irida. Surrounded by flaming Cyndaquil. And standing just outside the circle is an amused Palina. As you walk up you can feel the wave of heat that crashes into your face. You grimace and unzip your jacket, pulling it down around your waist. At least you still have the ice at your back. Poor Irida is melting into a puddle of sweat and misery.

After spending so long tracking and sneaking up on Pokémon, you've learned how to move without making a sound. So you slide up behind Palina. She's distracted saying something to Irida-

You grab her shoulders, making her jump, yelp, and hit you right in the nose.

O W

You stumble back, swearing under your breath. Luckily your Blessing is still in effect. Before Palina can even process that it's you, the pain has ebbed away.

'MC! What in Almighty Palkia's name are you doing?!'

Well you were trying to play a prank thank you very much. Now what in the world is going on with Irida over here?

Palina shrugs. Says she got here twenty minutes ago and Irida was just like this, surrounded by sleeping Cyndaquil. You ask Palina why she didn't do anything about it and the warden just... Smiles slightly and hums about 'tough love'. How is Irida supposed to be the clan leader if she can't handle a little heat?

Irida is just laying in a puddle of hot melted water. You're not entirely sure if she's still awake or not.

You carefully wake the Cyndaquils up and shoo them away, sending them to go find other places to nap. Then you scoop a bunch of snow up in your arms and dump it over Irida.

The mound wiggles a bit. A very soft 'thank you' barely manages to reach your ears.

When Irida finally does emerge from her snow cave, she's fully refreshed but still red-faced, trying not to look you in the eye. You jokingly ask if she's still feeling hot. Oh no did all the Cyndaquil give you a fever? :)

She throws a snowball in your face

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[nifolution]

Catch Your Breath 2

Pairing: Jake Jensen & Reader

Summary: Lost chances sometimes come around again. Jake wasn't about to let it slip by a second time.

Warnings: Mostly fluff, angst, feels, mentions of cheating (not Jake or reader), lots of reused movie dialog

A/N: Modern/partial high school AU. First chapter happens in 2001. This is a revised copy of my oc fic. (The last name has to remain for reasons.) It is written in 3rd person. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

Chapter 1 Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

Chapter 2

It was an odd feeling entering the large brick building after so many years. She drove by it a bunch of times, sure, but to actually walk in… Why did everything seem smaller, surreal? Welcome Paulsen High Class of 2001. Ugh, has it really been ten years? Finding her name tag on the table, she slapped it on her chest and searched for his.

Crap, Jake Jensen’s name tag was still sitting there. She told herself not to get her hopes up, he was probably married by now. Hell, he may not even show. Then she would have come to this stupid reunion for nothing. Originally, Y/N had no plans to go, but couldn’t get his sweet face off her mind. She thought about him often since that night. She had to know… one more try, one more chance.

The reunion just started, but the gymnasium was already pretty busy. She recognized a few people she should say hello to. Same bad music, same cheap decorations, and oh look at that, ‘Catch the Moment’ displayed on a giant banner. Seriously, who names these events? Deep breath, smile and mingle. It was only one night.

Scanning the crown, he spotted her almost immediately. All grown up, different hair, but it was definitely Y/N. With a grin, he decided to sneak up behind her. Comically tiptoeing over until he was close enough to cover her eyes, “Guess who?”

“Um, I don’t recognize the voice so I’m gonna go out on a limb and say Paulie?”

“I’m insulted. Try again.”

“Uh, Ryan from algebra?” She really hoped not.

He tsked, “Wrong again, you have one guess left.”

She huffed, taking a wild guess, “Carlos from sophomore english?”

His face fell when she didn’t say his name. He removed his hands and changed tactics when she turned around. “Oh my god, hi, what’s your name? You won’t believe this, there was some weird guy standing right where I am just a moment ago. He ran off, no idea who it was. Total loser.”

Y/N laughed, she didn’t need to see the name tag to know who stood in front of her. Her eyes roamed over him. He got a little taller and beefier. Had new round glasses over the same pretty blue eyes. His blonde hair was spiked, his face had sideburns and a goatee. He wore jeans, a graphic t-shirt, a blazer and most importantly, no ring. “I like the new glasses, Jake.”

He smiled, she remembered him after all. “I like your…  dress.” He cringed, “I mean it really compliments your…” his hands traced a womanly figure in the air. “And your hair, I mean, it's great… ya.” Striking out early there, Jake. Great second first impression.

Y/N smiled awkwardly, but laughed it off. “It’s good to see you again.”

“You too. I was hoping I’d find you here. Are you having fun?”

She shrugged, “I guess. I mean it’s much better than the last dance. There's tables, better food and most importantly, alcohol.”

“And this time we aren't licking our wounds.” He chuckled, “Good times.”

Y/N asked him if he wanted to find a table so they could sit and catch up. He agreed wholeheartedly. She was the only reason he came to the reunion. He wanted to know everything about her. Wanted to find out if he still had a shot, one more chance. 

“So what have you been up to, Jake? It’s been so long since I last saw you.”

Clearing his throat he gave her the summary. “I just moved back to town. Looking to buy a house here to be near family. I was a technology and communications specialist for the US special forces. Things got complicated and messy, so I’m newly retired.” He clicked his tongue, “Um, I’m still a single pringle, never married and have no girlfriend at the moment. What about you?”

Y/N almost squealed when he revealed his relationship status. “Nothing exciting. I stayed right here in New Hampshire, went to school, became a RN. And I’m divorced.”

“You got married? It wasn’t to Silas was it?”

She snorted, “No, some other asshole.”

“I take no personal gratification from that,” he chuckled. “I’m, uh, sorry to hear about that though.” He wasn’t. Knowing she was single made his trip here worth it. 

“Don’t be, we split amicably. I wanted kids and he didn’t. It wasn’t something we could compromise on, so we called it quits. I'm fine, better even. He always looked at me like a doormat anyway. I think he wanted a mother more than a wife.”

“Sounds like my parents.”

“So, I'm Y/N Reyburn again.”

“Feeling the burn again, huh?” Seeing the look on her face at his attempt at humor, he put his hands up trying to defuse the situation. “Not that kinda burn. I’m not saying you have chlamydia or… or.. anything like that. I-I'm gonna shut up now.” 

She snickered, “It’s okay, I’ve heard that joke before.”

Jake breathed a sigh of relief. His big mouth didn’t blow it yet. “So catch me up, I’ve missed all the juicy gossip while I was away.”

“Well, there’s not a whole lot. Um, a year after graduation, Principal Bogio drove drunk right into a gas station. Luckily nobody was hurt… We had a massive rainstorm four years ago that washed the Paulie Pickle statue away. It was never found, I think someone has it in their basement.” Y/N paused to think. “Let’s see, we have a new tanning salon that opened up on Main, a new BBQ place on Elk and a taekwondo school on Collins. As for former classmates, I only have one story for ya.”

Jake leaned in closer, awaiting the news.

“Okay, so Noel married John right after high school, but was having an affair with Silas. She then left him for Silas, only to go back to John a month later claiming she was pregnant with his baby. That didn’t last long, because Noel came home early to find John in bed with her sister, who also says she's pregnant with his baby. She then changed her story, saying Silas is the father and goes back to him, BUT she was still seeing John. It was back and forth until the baby arrived. Come to find out, it's neither of theirs. So John divorced her and married her sister. Silas dumped her, and seems to be doing okay with his new girlfriend. Sweet woman, we met earlier. And Noel is now on her third husband and fourth baby daddy.” Glancing over Jake’s shoulder she saw Noel at the bar, flirting with someone else's husband. “Andddd it looks like she's on the prowl for a fifth.”

He looked behind him to see what she did. Shaking his head, he said he better keep his distance. Y/N swore to him she’d protect him. He was hers tonight and she was willing to fight for him. He had nothing to worry about.

Y/N got a peak of Jake’s wallpaper as he checked his phone. There was a picture of a little blond girl in a pink uniform. “Oh, you have a daughter?” She pointed to the picture so he knew what she meant.

“Oh that’s my niece, Callie, she’s eight.” His voice filled with pride as he continued, “She plays for the Petunias, number 21, she's the star of the team. They’re going to the playoffs again this year, I just know it.” 

“You’re one of those uncles that spoil them, fill them with sugar and send them back to their parents, aren’t ya?”

He nodded, “Yes. I. Am.”

“I’m sure your niece adores you. Your sister, maybe not so much,” she giggled. Y/N reached over to grab the last breadstick.

Jake blocked her hand. His voice became deep and gruff, “I'm warning you. I am a lethal killing machine. It was a secret government experiment. They did stuff to me. Spooky stuff. Anal stuff. Turned me into a dangerous telekinetic. As the ancient Tibetan philosophy states: don't start none, wont be none.” He tried to nab the breadstick, but she blocked him. 

“I hate to break it to you, but I fell into a vat of toxic waste. It didn’t kill me. Instead it gave me the ability to shoot laser beams from my eyes that could melt your face off. The authorities have been after me for years.” Her voice turned to a dangerous whisper, “They’ll never catch me. I wouldn’t mess with me if I were you.”

His face lit up, “Wow, this got serious. Guess we have to fight to the death.”

“It’s the only option. Too bad, you're kinda cute.” She brandished her fork, raising her eyebrows in challenge. “Prepare to be destroyed.”

Jake grabbed his own utensil, "Well, say hello to my little friend… En garde!” They began a sword fight with their forks. He quoted various movies in silly voices, while she just kept laughing. “Tonight, we dine in hell!... You’ll never take me alive…Yippee-ki-yay… Your goose is cooked… Oh, oh no. OH NO!” He dramatically crashed his fork into the table, letting her win the battle. "I'm melting! Melting! Oh, what a world! What a world!.. Tell my mother, I love her.” He laid his head on the table and closed his eyes, croaking out, “Rosebud.” He then stuck his tongue out, playing dead.

“Ah, the spoils of war.” Y/N took the breadstick, split it in half, giving part to Jake. “You’re a hell of a fighter, kid.” 

After dinner was over, Jake bobbed his head to the music, broke into song and pulled her onto the dance floor. Y/N couldn’t suppress her snorting laughter at his tone deaf melody. “I see you still sing when you dance.” 

“I sing all the time, baby.” Jake spun her around and started singing louder. Oblivious to the annoyed look of others. He pulled her close, “I have a confession to make; I've always had a pants busting crush on you.”

“Oh, did you now?”

“Ohhh yes. Embarrassing really. So, I was hoping you would have a little sympathy for this giant nerd, and agree to go out with me.” He dipped Y/N, awaiting her answer.

“Yes!” she agreed a little too enthusiastically. They exchanged numbers and made plans for the following week.

Jake told her he was going to call it a night. “I got what I came for.”

Her cheeks were hurting from the almost permanent smile she wore since he arrived. “Ditto.”

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“This is it, the big leagues. The final test. The be-all and end-all. Tell me, little padawan, are you ready?”

Hannah looked between her uncle and his girlfriend. Both sporting her soccer team’s shirts and sprayed pink hair. “You bet I am.” Her uncle high fived her before she ran off to join her teammates on the field. 

Y/N and Jake made their way over to where his sister, Stephanie was seated. She noticed he was getting some nasty looks from a few people. Voicing her concern, Stephanie let her know it was because Jake was banned from a few games for fighting. 

He waved her off, “Don’t listen to Steph. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

Stephanie just rolled her eyes at her brother. Leaning toward Y/N, “Sorry, he gets easily worked up and defensive.” The two women continued chatting about their lives, their old band days, and dishing the dirt on Jake.

Five people sat behind them and greeted Jake. He acknowledged them and proudly introduced her to the other losers. “Guys, this lovely lady right here is my girlfriend, Y/N.” 

Clay looked at their matching pink hair and shirts. “I can see that.” He shook her hand, “I’m Clay.” 

Pooch, his wife, Jolene, and baby Liam were next to welcome Y/N. Aisha made no move to shake hands, but offered a distrusting hello. Cougar was last, wordlessly making heavy eye contact, taking her hand and kissing it.

“Hands off my girl, Cougar,” Jake warned.

Y/N waved it off. “Oh you don't have to worry about him.” Her attention turned to the baby. “This guy, however, has completely stolen my heart,” she cooed at Liam. “He’s so adorable, I can’t stand it.” She was overjoyed when Jolene let her hold him for a while. 

As the game continued, it was hard not to notice the coldness between Aisha and Jake. When she asked him about it, he angrily told her, “That traitor bet against the Petunias last season, and I’ll never forgive her for it.” 

Aisha spoke up, just as irritated. “I shot you and you were fine that same day, but one little bet you won't let go?”

“I know it doesn't make sense, but yes. I'll accept nothing less than unwavering support for the Petunias.” He clapped his hands, shouting “Let's go girls. Let's go girls.”

Shot? Y/N made a mental note to never mess with Aisha. She was a bit afraid of her due to the new information, but the rest of his friends seemed great. 

By the second half, Jake was heated. Frequently standing and screaming at the referee. “What is that?... That is a foul. Are you blind?..  You don’t deserve to wear those stripes… What the fuuu - udgicle.” He swiftly corrected himself before swearing in front of the children.

His girlfriend was no better, shouting along with him. “Go 21, woooo!” Booing, cheering and jeering as the game unfolded. 

Hannah could hear them from the field, they were the loudest there. She just shook her head at them and kept playing. When the game ended, her uncle ran to her and hoisted her onto his shoulders. He carried her all the way back to the car. 

“Alright gang, follow us to Chez Frankfurter,” he announced to the group before peeling away.

The restaurant was packed, the group stuffing themselves into 2 tables. Y/N mentioned that for the next game they all needed giant foam fingers. Jake loved the idea, “Abso-freakin-lutely.” He gave her a kiss and took another bite of his food. “And these hot dogs are de-licious.” 

When it was time to leave, Stephanie looked at her brother, mouthing her approval, ‘I really like her.’

Jake mouthed back, ‘Me too.’

---------------

A year later, Y/N and Jake moved in together. It hadn’t been more than a week before he expressed his interest in getting a pet. His choice in animal concerned her. She was currently blocking the doorway, preventing him from leaving, or so she thought. Jake easily lifted her entire body up and carefully set her to the side. He walked out to his car, stating his intent to buy a pet skunk that he ‘must name Pepé.’

She followed him outside, “What about a cat instead?” 

He shook his head, “Nope. Cats are not to be trusted. Trust me on this. You can trust me, not a cat.” He hopped into the driver’s seat.

Y/N got in on the passenger side, “OG Pepé wanted a cat.”

Jake scoffed, “That's only cause he thought it was a skunk. Identity thieves they are. You only prove my point.”

“A dog then.”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “You can't name a dog Pepé. That's just ridiculous.” 

“I love you, Jake, but there is no way in hell we are getting a skunk.” She crossed her arms in protest.

In the end, the couple purchased a hedgehog, ‘Sir Pepé Spikeball Jensen, the third.’ There was never a first or second, they just liked the way it sounded. He was a perfect addition to their little home. Jake even made him his own Petunia’s shirt. 

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Another year later, Jake was taking Pepé for a walk. He called Y/N, asking her to pick them up. He sprained his ankle and couldn’t make it back on his own. He gave her the address and waited.

Y/N parked in front of the given address. He could have just said it was across the street from their high school. It would have been easier. She got out of the car to help and sure enough, found him sitting on the school steps, holding Pepé on a tiny green leash. 

He handed her the leash, “Here take Sir Pepé, he's an innocent.” Jake moaned and groaned as she tried to help him to his feet. Having too much difficulty, he fell to one knee, grabbing her hand. “You know, I let you walk away the first time before I got to ask you what I wanted to. I’m not making that mistake again.”

Y/N furrowed her brows, confused and concerned.

He gestured around them. “This is where I met you and lost you. And even though it took me a few years, it's also where I found you. I knew without a shadow of doubt that I never wanted to lose you again. So it seemed appropriate that this is where I ask you to be mine.” He smiled up at her, “I want to spend my life with you. I want to grow old and have kids with you… not necessarily in that order.” Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. “Y/N Y/M/N Reyburn, will you marry me?”

She stood there, speechless. Her hand covering her mouth, crying hard. 

Jake was afraid for a moment before he saw her nod. “Yes?”

Y/N nodded faster, too choked up to form words. Jake jumped up and kissed her. As he slid the ring onto her finger, she finally was able to tell him yes. He held her until she stopped crying. Kissing her through the tears, hers and his.

They picked up Pepé and headed to her car. She was worried, “What about your ankle?”

He chuckled, “I’m fine. I only said that to get you here.”

“You’re such a jerk.” Y/N shoved him.

Jake kissed her cheek, “You're still going to marry me right?”

“Of course I am." She looked at him, smiling, in awe of how far they've come. "I love you.”

He smiled back at her, “Love you more.” Pausing, Jake gave a small laugh, "It’s a good thing you said yes, because Pepé already bought a tux. It would have been super embarrassing for him to have to return it.”

The End

A lot of the dialogue was taken from the movie, go watch it and try to not fall in love with Jake.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

#jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen fluff

[my-misplaced-stew]

The mercs + Miss Pauling and what pets they would have

I was given this idea by my lovely friend who has no idea this blog is a tf2 x reader blog

TW: Ask to tag

Scout

A dog! Yes it's been said a million times but it's right! He's a very high energy guy and needs a pet that can keep up. I can imagine him with any kind of dog really, but if I were to specify I'd say a Boarder Collie. They are very high energy dogs who love to run around and I feel like he would love it. He would probably name it Spot or something along those lines.

Pyro

Any kind of reptile but most likely a snake! Snakes love heat and would love Pyro, they would stick to him like a magnet. Pyro would probably pick a ball python because they're just so cuute! They love to snuggle up with their little snake after battle and watch them slither around. Pyro would totally name them Noodles because why would an animal look so much like a noodle? Its destiny!

Soldier

He already has his raccoons but I think he would find a little baby skunk one day and add it to his army. Everyone is worried about it stinking up the base but Soldier reassures them that it will only spray those to un-American! That doesn't reassure anyone. But he keeps his word and surprisingly no one has been sprayed. The little guy's name is Sargent Nibbles! Because the little cutie just loves to chew on Soldiers fingers.

Heavy

He would want something that didn't need attention 24/7. So he gets a black cat! He believes the myths surrounding black cats are just scary stories and the little kitties shouldn't be so hated. Heavy is very good at naming his guns but couldn't seem to think of a name that suited the little cat. So he just calls her Kitty. He loves it when he sits down to read a book then Kitty jumps up and immediately starts purring. Her fur is so soft he can't believe it! But every now and then he does get startled by a black mass with two glowing eyes staring at him in the middle of the night.

Engineer

He doesn't have much time for a high maintenance pet, so he gets a hermit crab! He keeps the tank in his workshop since that's where he is most of the time. He makes sure the tank is up to par so the little guy can live comfortably. Sometimes he just sits in front of the tank to watch it scuttle around just to relax. He probably names it something normal like Dave or something really weird like Bike Pedal [B.P for short]. When it comes time for it to change shells he alwasy makes sure it has options that are big enough for it.

Demoman

Demo loves aquatic creatures, so he gets a Fire-bellied toad. He wanted something that could keep him company while making his bombs or just relaxing. A main reason he got a toad is because it looked super cool and he had been wanting a pet for a while. Names the little guy Fireball because of his stomach is a bright fire red. When hes drunk hes alwasy mesmerized by Fireball's movements. It's just crazy how such a tiny little toad can jump around so much!

Medic

He already has his doves and he has his baboon if you count that as a pet. He doesn't exactly have the time to take care of a cat or a dog so he decides on a bunch of fish. Mainly exotic fish in a massive tank he has built into a wall. He cleans the tank on a regular basis, makes sure to feed then when necessary and decorates the tank with items that match their natural environment. He doesn't name all them because he believes it's unnecessary to name them.

Sniper

I think he would have a bird. I'm not sure what kind of bird but he would have one. He loves the thing to death. I like to think hes terrible at naming stuff, especially pets, so he just called it Birdie. Often talks with Medic about how to care for birds because he knows the basics but needs some advice sometimes. If Birdie ever got hurt or sick Sniper would be running straight to Medic. He's hesitant about bringing Birdie to Medic but no one else really knows how to care for a bird so he just deals with it.

Spy

Everyone expects Spy to get a cat or maybe those dogs old women keep in their purse but he has a pair of rats. He finds the "rodents" adorable and surprisingly have simple care routine. He doesn't mind if they climb on him while he wears his suit, one of the few things he doesn't mind on his suit. He named them after his favorite flowers, Wisteria and Daffodil. He makes sure he spends lots of time with them and makes sure their cage is spacious with tons of enrichment for when hes not there.

Miss Pauling

I cant really imagine her with a pet. Even if she didn't work for the Administrator I dont think she would have a pet. But let's say she did have a pet. I feel like she would take excellent care of it, spend time and love the hell out of it. She would name it something like Blue despite the animal not even being blue.

[Sorry for Miss Paulings part being so short, I will try to write more for her next time]

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 demoman #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #miss pauling

[barzzal]

between halls and thin walls → part two

summary: friends who fool around almost never work. almost.

↳ pairing: mathew barzal x you

↳ warnings: swearing, sex toys, masturbation, sexual/suggestive themes, and yenno, mathew :(

↳ genre: angst, smut, roommates au, best friend’s best friend, friends with benefits, 18+ minors dni*

↳ length: series; part one, part two (5.9k), part three, part four, part five, part six

↳ masterlist: the barn

↳ track: listened to a lot of beyoncé for this one !!

note: part two’s here!! and i know it’s late for an update but i just wanna thank everyone for commenting on the first part 🥺 really glad that you guys liked it. reading your tags are everything to me it means a lot! happy reading <3 (gif used: mine)

You come out of your bedroom dressed and ready for work. Your handbag was slung over the depth of your forearm as you headed for the kitchen and the other, scrolling past emails on your phone, admittedly bracing yourself for the mess you know will eventually greet you.

To your surprise, what you see instead were Mat Barzal’s guns rippling through the jet black sweater he had worn last night. A memory that sent your mind to less than eight hours ago, before eventually landing on what happened shortly when the two of you had woken up.

“Thank god you haven’t burnt the house down.” you kid, placing your handbag atop the island.

Mat spares you a quick glance, rolling his eyes whilst he lets you watch him whisk some eggs for breakfast.

“Like it?” he cocks, pertaining to how your eyes were pinned hard on his biceps that he was, for the most part, effortlessly sporting. It’s true, though. He didn’t need to flex because it was just there.

“Coffee or Juice?” he asks, as the kind friend and roommate that he is. 

Anthony, as surprising as it was, takes incredibly long showers. If people hadn’t known him well, they’d easily think he’s abusing himself there. But you’ve got to admit that not having him around felt nice for you didn’t have to feel so seen with Mathew.

‘Course, there’s nothing more, like a fix-in on the side, to your set up. You just appreciate the feeling of not having to lie to Beau about all the ugly concealed underneath all the innocent gazes you and Mathew exchange.

“Coffee.” you answer shortly, realizing that you forgot the material you need for today’s meeting.

“Where are you going?” Mat asks when he catches you receding out into the hallway. You didn’t bother looking back, “Forgot something!”

He gets back to whisking the eggs when a chime comes off his phone. He takes it from the counter, placed just before the plates he left to dry last night, absent-mindedly putting the bowl he was holding onto the island, toppling over the green juice he has prepared for himself. 

“Shit.” he curses as soon as he sees it for it was already spilling all over the place, making the mess you’ve been secretly anticipating the moment Mathew said he’d make breakfast.

Panicking at how you’d see he’s successfully screwed such a no-brainer task, Mat grabs the first thing he sees on the marbled surface and uses it to clean the mess he’d made.

“Huh.” he muses to himself, realizing that the silk fabric didn’t do much in helping him clean up. He tosses it over the sink carelessly and grabs a few napkin rolls from one of the cupboards. 

So much for making an effort to feed Anthony Beauvillier. 

“Now, that was fast.” you say with a smirk once you’ve entered the kitchen, startling Mathew as he continued cleaning up after his mess. 

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” he sarcastically laughs, discarding the paper towels onto the sink along with the used ones. 

Thankfully, your stuff was at the other side of the island so it was very much safe from all the chaos happening at the other end of the marbled surface. However, your laugh dies down the second you realize that your handkerchief was no longer where you’ve last put it.

“Hey,” you call on Mathew, “What’s up?”

“Have you seen my handkerchief? I know I left it somewhere.” you anxiously ask, eyeing every corner of the room hoping to see Nana’s handkerchief, the one she gave to you on your 18th birthday.

“What does it look like?” Mat asks, now holding a pan in his hand as he prepares breakfast.

You proceeded to describe your grandma’s handkerchief in the most specific and perhaps excruciating detail Mathew has ever heard someone talk about something as mind-numbing as a handkerchief.

Despite that, Mat lights up the moment it hits him, not realizing the bigger mess he’s about to walk into. He rejoices at how he knew exactly what you were looking for, “Oh! You mean this?” 

With clueless eyes, you watch Mat go over the sink after he wipes his hands dry, fishing out an all too familiar fabric from the sink. Once your eyes land onto the cream colored silk handkerchief, with details carefully sewn by hand, drenching in what seems to be Mat’s morning drink, your heart falls to the pit of your stomach. 

“What did you do??” The sudden rise in your voice startles an unsuspecting Mathew. You eagerly went over to his side and hastily snatched the smooth fabric off his hands, “It’s ruined!”

“What? I didn’t know it was yours!” Mat’s eyes are wild with confusion. Puzzled at how you were so fixated on the useless fabric. It didn’t help him anyway. There’s nothing much left to do but to throw it. It’s garbage. 

“You ruined it!” you lash out, letting Mat get eaten up by the sudden anger bubbling inside your guts but he was rather quick in defending himself, “I didn’t know it was yours since I grabbed the first thing I could find. Why are you getting upset over a shit-ass handkerchief?” 

Your mouth falls and you shake your head, finding his defensiveness quite appalling. “You’re an ass.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was yours.” he explains, “Come on, it’s just a stupid handkerchief I’ll just buy you a new one.” he tries to laugh the tension off, sporting his signature grin.

Mat take shots of the stunned expression on your face, “Stupid?” you repeat what he said, your eyes already starting to sting with tears. Clearly, you were far too overwhelmed to even acknowledge Mathew’s half-assed apology.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” your words bite and that’s when things took a turn for the worse. 

“I said I was fucking sorry! What the hell do you want from me? Shit a fucking hanky?” he rans a hand through his hair, “Do you realize how childish you’re being right now?”

Outraged, and perhaps disappointed by how he was too high up his horse, your voice takes up a higher tone, entering what seems to be an early screaming match between you and Mathew.

“Could you just–” you breathe, “for one second– stop being so goddamn stupid and get over yourself!?” were words that welcomed Anthony the moment he stepped into the kitchen, towel wrapped around his waist, a grin on his face visible as he poured himself a glass of water, inviting himself in the screaming match you and Mathew have exclusively put forth for him.

“Stupid is not when you’ve already apologized a hundred times! Stupid is being such a crybaby and a bitch about it!” Mathew retorts, gaining his better end of the argument.

“What a beautiful morning, isn’t it?” Anthony chimes in, a hand resting on his chin, adoring his two best friends upon getting used to the best worst duo he’s ever known in his life. 

“Shut up, Beau.” you say, throwing him a glare.

“Well, beautiful is definitely not in Y/N’s dictionary.” Mathew chides with a smirk, enough to earn himself a scoff from you. 

“You know what? I don’t have the time for this bullshit.” you cuss, finally retreating, your already heavy heart taking a better hold on your thoughts, blocking your ability to even come up with a clever remark to come back at Mathew.

You throw the delicate, yet already ruined piece of fabric towards his way as hard as you could before marching out of the kitchen and head off for work.

“Fucking unbelievable.” Mathew curses under his breath once he catches the silk linen, shaking his head as he turns his attention back to the morning task at hand. 

You were fucking unbelievable.

Once the boys were left alone, Tito raises a brow, briefly looking back after your footsteps, “What happened here, anyway?” he asks, having realized what must’ve caused such a heated argument so early in the morning. 

“I used this handkerchief to wipe the whole thing off and she just went ape shit! I mean–” Anthony cuts Mathew the moment he recognizes the thin cloth he was holding.

“Woah, woah. Wait a minute, you used this?” he muses, stressing on the possibility of what might have been Mathew’s biggest mistake of the day, his eyes darting between him and the fabric.

With furrowed brows, admittedly weirded by how Anthony reacted almost the same way you did a while ago. “It’s just a handkerchief, man. I can go buy her a bunch if that’s what she wants.” he says defensively.

Anthony shakes his head wildly, his irises now dilated as he examined the stain already sitting on the material. “No no. Oh god no.” He says, snatching Mathew’s phone from the counter to google quick remedies that might remove the said stain from the already ruined cloth. 

“What do you mean no? You guys spend way too much time together, you’re beginning to be as weird as her.” He scoffs, sipping on a glass of water. 

“No, you dumbass. This was her grandma’s!” Anthony says, eyes fixated on the delicate handkerchief. Remembering how you’d told him how long it has been in your family that having Nana give it to you after all the years you’ve spent admiring it from afar meant so much to you than anything anyone could have possibly given you.

“So?” Mat casually replies, closing his arms to his chest before adding, “Is she dead or something? Didn’t you guys visit her for the Holidays?” 

“What?? Why would you even say that?– You’re such a jerk.” Tito shakes his head, appalled by how Mathew easily shrugged the matter off when he knew full well how sentimental he himself could be.

“Well, how am I supposed to know?? If that thing’s so important I wouldn’t leave it on top of some random shit lying around!” He counters, defending himself for reaching for the nearest cloth he could find when he did whatever he does best when he’s in the kitchen.

Tito clicks his tongue and looks at Mathew exasperatedly, “Tell me, where did you find this exactly?”, to which Mathew only answered with a quiet voice, “It may or may not have been placed on top of her purse…” he avoids Tito’s gaze, finally catching on how he was the one in the wrong. 

“See? Jerk. Now, go figure out how you’ll take the stain off.” Anthony demands, his voice embraced by a definitive tone. One that made Mathew know he wouldn’t be able to persuade him into letting this go. 

Tito takes one good look at Mat’s catastrophic attempt to feed the house, striding his way out of the kitchen, “And make sure you apologize!” he adds, footsteps receding into the hallway, leaving Mathew scratching the back of his head out of guilt and frustration.

You have spent the following days either avoiding Mathew or ignoring his existence completely. Anthony talked to you the night that incident happened and assured you that he would do his best to have it fixed. You didn’t want to bother him nor take time off his already busy schedule, but you were just so bummed to even say a word.

That night, you spent the entire evening in your room, facetiming your mother, saying how much you’re missing home. You can’t bring yourself to tell her about the handkerchief. For some people, and that people being Mathew, it might’ve been just some silly thing but Tito knew how much that small piece of cloth meant to you. 

Mathew, on the one hand, was for sure guilty to his bones. He didn’t see you that night nor the nights that followed. He didn’t think much of it but when he found himself searching for that same handkerchief in the hopes of replacing it only to find out that it was nowhere to be found in the market, was when he did realize that ruining the one thing that held you closer to home was the last push your non-existent relationship with him had to have for you to finally lose any ounce of amour nor civility you once had for him. 

Anthony wasn’t a stranger for said changes either. He began waking up to a still apartment enveloped by a wall you profusely built between you and Mathew. You even unknowingly shut Tito out in the process as well. It was like you were grieving. Like, it was a whole different kind of heartbreak he knew he can’t get you out of that easily. 

You tried making it up for your best friend of course. Knowing that you haven’t been yourself since that day. You thought about the possibility of having taken the whole thing too seriously that you might’ve overreacted a bit. Nonetheless, no matter how much you try to push it in the back of your head, Mathew’s mere presence began irking you in ways it never did back when you used to enjoy the bickering you exchange with him, especially in bed.

“Thanks for dinner, belle.” Anthony politely says, earning a smile from you so effortlessly upon hearing the pet name he uses for you. Something Mat only shrugged off, trying to piece out the same gratitude, “Thanks, y/n.” he genuinely adds. But as expected, he had nothing.

You pick up all the empty plates, including Mathew’s, who was sitting in front of you while Anthony sat at the end of the table. Tito hurriedly wipes his mouth with a napkin and takes the plate from you, “Let me help you with that.” he says with the same kind eyes that has never failed to win you over. 

“Yeah. Okay, sure.” you shortly answer, leading the way towards the kitchen, leaving one Mathew Barzal feeling small and alone at the dining table. 

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If there was one thing you’d gladly acknowledge after all the years of watching people kiss Mathew’s ass was that he was is really good. He’s fast and he can do unimaginable damage on the ice. There’s no denying that he deserves to be the face of the New York Islanders. But we know you don’t care about any of that. The only thing you care about was how unbelievably good he is at everything he does that not even you or your pink rubber toy could suffice. 

He was just that damn good. 

As your eyes shut whilst you mount your pleasures on your own, biting your lips to choke in your own moans, Mathew handling you was what circled your mind since you started defiling yourself in the bathroom. You let your arousal be washed away by the warm water trickling down your skin, envisioning Mat’s rough hands grazing your body, touching your core like his hands were meant to do nothing else but that. 

It was wrong and pathetic, but you couldn’t think about anything else. You and Mathew have been avoiding each other for days. The dynamic went so much worse than when you weren’t sleeping together and you know that Tito was bound to notice it soon. Thankfully, the boys were on another roadie for a week so you had quite some time to think things through about your current sitch with Mathew. You didn’t like any of it because it felt like you gave a fuck (which obviously, you didn’t). You just feel obligated to sort things out with the biggest ass that ever lived because you didn’t want to involve Tito into the mess you’ve wrongfully made yourself. 

You hop off the shower feeling unsatisfied. You haven’t gotten laid since the last time you were with Mat. Which is sad, not just for you but also for her. You’d think considering the boys aren’t around you’d bring someone home, maybe even one or two. But just thinking about going on bars alone so you could find a potential bone-mate is already far too tedious and you weren’t in the right state to do so. You had so much going on at work, anyway. And you can always use a wand to scratch an itch. Neither would satisfy you more than how someone-who-will-not-be-named could, but you might as well be pathetic without having to hook up with some random dude whose name you’ll eventually forget in the morning. 

You opted to wear an old pull-over you borrowed (took) from Tito years and years ago and partnered it with some leggings so you’d be comfortable enough for the rest of the night. You have nothing else to do and you are already fed up with your workload that watching a crappy movie off of Netflix doesn’t sound like a bad idea. 

With a giant bowl of popcorn and two bottles of beer in your hands, you march your way into the living room, ready to spend the night binge watching romantic comedies, crying and laughing in between. Or maybe just fall asleep on the couch while your comfort TV series is on. 

The boys won three games out of the four that they had during the trip and you only saw the ones they won so you were thankful that you didn’t have to sit at home alone watching their faces fall after that OT lost against the Flyers. Anthony phoned you that night and you can just feel the relief in his voice that you didn’t have the time to see it. They weren’t playing like they should. Thankfully, they were able to bounce back. 

Your eyes were beginning to grow tired halfway into the movie when you hear the front door open, followed by luggages dragged into the house tirelessly. 

“Y/N?” Anthony calls out.

You hit the movie on pause and hurriedly make your way towards the hallway. “You’re home already?”

They were already taking their coats off when you met them halfway, Tito was putting his away while Mat had just taken off his toque and was running his hands through his hair, unconsciously meeting your eyes upon hearing your voice. 

You quickly break it off when you give Tito a quick embrace and plant a small kiss on his cheeks, “I texted you.” he says, eyebrows quirked, surprised that you didn’t know. 

In an effort to avert any more of his questions you immediately point towards the movie you had on, “Haven’t checked my messages, sorry.” 

“So, you guys ate dinner?” you ask, passing Mat a quick look. One that came as a surprise because he wasn’t even hoping to hear a word from you given the way you two left things a little too on the edge, screwing with the whole thing even more. 

Mat avoids your irises and faintly nods. 

“Big win tonight huh? Told you, you can do it.” you say with a beaming smile, nudging Tito with your hips as you get back to watching your film. “You gotta do what you gotta do, babe.” he winks, lugging his stuff around towards his bedroom. 

“Barz, don’t stay up, Trotz needs us first thing in the morning.” he looks back, reminding Mat who was already standing in front of his door, “Yeah. Sure.” he replies shortly with a tired voice. 

You and Anthony bid your own goodnights whilst Mat mutters a quiet “Night.” when you nodded his way, clearly not enjoying any of the first awkward encounters he’s yet to have with you. Seven days is quite a reasonable time for your anger to dissipate, a short yet seemingly long period of time that’s just enough to kill off whatever guilt Mat had initially felt before you parted ways.

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“Alright, I’m off.” Tito casually declares, putting on his watch. “There’s food in the fridge, and tell Mat to go easy on my beers.” he gives you a knowing look as he bends down to give you a kiss on the cheek. 

Tito had been seeing some mystery girl for quite some time now. He hasn’t told you anything spicy in particular but by the looks of it, you could already tell that she has him towed. 

“Good luck, loverboy.” you say, swatting his hand away and pushing him out to the door. The two of you cringe at what you said, sharing one last laugh before you watch him disappear out into the hallway.

The apartment was cramped the whole day because Anthony and Mat had the day off. Tito had plans for the night, obviously. As per you, you had plans lounging in the living room, switching through channels in the hopes of stumbling on a show that isn’t half as bad than the rest. 

Thankfully, a Sandra Bullock film was on HBO.

The Proposal, to be exact.

You decide to dive in the film with a cold bottle of beer on your hand. There was no way you’d be washing down the effects of a naked Ryan Reynolds with a glass of water. You haven’t gone mad. 

The film was already at the part where Sandra was proposing to Ryan when you hear Mathew’s door open. You haven’t talked since the night they came back home other than the small nods you exchange upon passing by each other. All of which are mind-numbing and impossible to swallow. The awkwardness has not dissipated completely unlike what you presumed. You were just grateful Tito was always around that you didn’t need to be alone together. 

Alarmed by another impending awkward encounter, you clear your throat and turn up the volume a little to remain focused on the film, investing your sole attention to it even if you have seen the movie countless times. 

Mathew, in his sweats and a gray shirt on, carefully makes his way out the hallway and into the common area after snatching a glass of water from the kitchen. You see him move further into the room but you make sure that he knows you weren’t paying attention. You take that he must’ve been thirsty and needed a drink but you don’t see him move further in the corner of your eye like he was making his way back in his room. It almost seemed like he was actually waiting for you to look his way.

Hesitantly, you follow your gut feel and see him standing a few feet away from you. “Yes?” you ask when you catch him staring. 

Mat blinks a few times, “Hi.” he takes a deep breath, trying to shake off the awkwardness circling the two of you.

When the only thing he gets from you is a tight lipped smile, he shakes his head and proceeds to walk where you were seated. 

“Mind if I join you?” he asks, his voice deep and clear enough to send your mind elsewhere. 

Regardless, you contain yourself and return a polite smile, “No. Not at all.”

“So, what are we watching?” he sits once you gestured onto the other end of the couch. 

“The Proposal.” you answer before throwing a question yourself, “Aren’t you supposed to be resting now?” you shake your head, absentmindedly chuckling. Not intending to make him feel that you’ve forgotten about what he’d done weeks ago. 

“I couldn’t sleep.” he props his back and lets himself sink in the cloud couch, his legs spread wide eating up most of the space left for the two of you to share. “Oh. I only like him when he’s Deadpool” he points out, cringing at how you were watching another one of your romantic comedy films.

You roll your eyes, admiring how he’s trying to break the tension between the two of you despite his unsolicited sentiments, “I like it when we were on not-speaking terms.” 

Mat mocks you for a while but decides to watch the movie so you let him be and get back to the film, letting a giggle slip every now and then. Something you thought Mat wouldn’t notice.

Watching the remainder of the film went with ease. ‘Course, Mat would steal a few glances here and there (ones he thought had gone unnoticed), but overall the quietude between the two of you was bearable. Almost like it was just two buddies hanging out. 

Although, not long after, your eyes were torn away from the huge flat screen when Mat spoke, “By the way,” he looks at you and calls your attention. 

Puzzled, you watch him take something from his pocket, “Here.” 

Once you see what he has in his hands your heart froze. Mat carefully hands you the cloth with an apologetic smile; his eyes soft with a hint of hope as he watches your reaction. 

“What– How?” you ask in bewilderment, failing to comprehend how he was able to fix the handkerchief. It looked the same as before. All of its details were in place, it was good as new. You were holding Nana’s handkerchief. 

Mathew didn’t bother to dance around and just offered you a quiet chuckle, evidently enjoying the wide smile painted on your lips. “Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry.” he apologizes, shielding you from all the strings he had to pull just to get that cloth fixed up.

You hold the smooth and delicate piece in your hands as you look at Mat, letting your feelings get a better hold of you, “Thank you.” you say, unknowingly reaching out, your arms wrapped around his neck as you give him a quick peck on the cheek. 

Mathew’s hand instinctively finds your back to support you, startling himself in the process. Nonetheless, the thought was easily shrugged off by how close your faces were, your smiles fading once you meet each other’s gaze. You feel the same rush you felt the night you and Mat got involved for the first time. Your hand was placed rather endearingly on his cheek, your faces, just like all the other times, unreasonably close to each other. Mat then clears his throat and only looks you in the eye. 

Afraid that the innocent hug would lead to something more, perhaps another mistake to be jotted down on the board, you breathe a laugh and break away, “Uh, thanks again. It really means a lot.” 

Mat must’ve sensed that you were being cautious so he puts his guards up and returns a chuckle, “So… we good?” he asks, reaching out a hand your way. 

Your fingers slide into his, gliding its way perfectly, your hands fitted well with his despite the obvious difference in proportion. His grip tightens in the most comfortable way possible. 

A smile breaks off his lips once he hears you answer, “We’re good.”

“I should probably get some sleep.” Mat tells you the moment you pull your hand away.

“Are you gonna be okay here?” he adds.

You looked at him, not wanting him to be obligated to keep you company, “Oh, yeah. I’m a big girl.” you say, making Mathew grin, shaking his head.

“Alright. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.”

Not picking up on whatever sloppy insinuation Mat has thrown out carelessly into thin air, he hears a simple “Mkay.” 

Thus far, letting him know that his subtle invitation was far from being RSVP’d.

𖥸

“You’ll be in your room?” Mat scoffs, staring at the ceiling while he lays on his bed, “The fuck was that, Mat?” he scolds himself for always coming up with the worst things to say. 

Mathew would be lying if he’d say he hasn’t thought about you (or doing you) for the past week of not being around home. But he definitely wouldn’t deny that the roadie kind of made things easier for him because then he didn’t have to stomach seeing you walk around the flat looking like the hot piece of ass that you were in his eyes. 

Mat knows he needs to pull his shit together. He wasn’t some 13 year-old boy raging with hormones. He needs to control himself around you and he could only do that once he learns how to push this whole thing between the two of you behind him. 

What happened with you and Mathew shouldn’t have happened at all. It was just a moment of weakness, and he hated that he’d let his dick (and apparently, him being one) ruin the relationship he once had with you. 

Before that night, seeing you do yoga and work out on the terrace was just seeing you drenched in sweat, and in your work out clothes looking icky and constipated. Something he’ll later on tease you about and he’ll end up catching the water bottle you throw in his face. But now, after all that fucking, seeing you sweaty and all worked out in the same yoga pants is just like walking into a porn commercial. Like the ones they show before the actual porn. In fact, he doesn’t even have to watch any of it. Tents and Boners were pretty much sponsored by you from then on. It’s sick, and he knows it. 

However, the tension he feels with you is palpable that he’s even certain that you feel it too. But how can he be wrong? He sees how your eyes blink a few times when he’s fresh out the shower, he sees you follow his trance when you thought he wasn’t paying attention, and you never fail to slide him shadowed hints with every touch you “accidentally” pass at him. The kind that’s short enough to remain innocent but not so much as to keep him at bay. Mat hated everything about it. He hated that he wanted you– and he hated that he thinks he might be right about you wanting him too.

All that self-loathing aside, did he regret it? 

That was one of the things he feels bad about. Because as much as he wants to lie and push it aside, he didn’t regret any of it. He didn’t like you that way and just thought about you sexually but he just wishes that you could push past this and just be friends. He was still sexually attracted to you, yes. But he knows he’d eventually get over it and be back on his game. That is if he can ever find someone who’d be as good as how you were the last three times you’ve let him be with you because it would really help him a lot if he could stop picturing your mouth getting stretched by his cock every time he hops into the shower.

Mat was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his door. The shy banging sound made his heart beat rapidly in an instant, knowing full well that the two of you were alone in the house and that Tito was, in no way, going to be home for another hour or two.

A faint knock follows the first one before he gets to the door. 

“Hi.” you greet him, a moment unfolding like it was déjà-vu.

“Hi.” 

“Did I wake you?” you sheepishly ask, your hands balled into fists before eventually settling down to hug your own build, unsure of where to put your hands exactly.

Mat quickly shakes his head, “No. I couldn’t sleep myself.”

You offer him a smile, acknowledging how he’s been nothing but good to you ever since they got home. Of course you wanted to get your hands on him being that you were completely dry and horny ever since you’ve ignored him completely, but you haven’t gone mad and you weren’t a complete neanderthal. You can keep your hands to yourself and act like a decent human being. 

“I’m sorry for making things weird between us.” you say, your eyes heavy with guilt. “But I’m only apologizing for being so unreasonable for the last couple of weeks.” you reiterated.

To which he only answers with, “You shouldn’t be. You have every right to be unreasonable– and I know that I’ve been a giant prick that day. It’s what I deserve.” he bites his lower lip, scratching his brow as he continues, “That’s why if there’s someone who owes someone an apology, it should be me. What I did was pretty crappy, so… I’m sorry.”

Like all the other times, Mathew towers over you wearing the same confidence he does when you’re around. Your bodies were reasonably apart from each other but close enough to mean something else if someone had walked by. Mathew was still in his room while you were out in the hallway, separated by the thin line made by the door frame. 

You feel Mat’s steady breathing and everything went still. He looks down at you, pretty eyes drowning yours. His messed up bed hair ridiculously makes up for how dressed down he was. No, actually, he looks fine even when he is. And all of that sight instantly makes your throat dry as you feel something curl in your belly, enough to make your hands sweaty as the thought of tasting his lips again cruised your mind entirely.

Mathew was no stranger to the said feeling either. He watched you punish him more at how plump and inviting your lips were. Or how your hand brushed on your clothes as you remain uncomposed under his gaze. 

Mat was becoming accustomed to how the two of you meet. Same time, same place, only this time, a different hallway. He steps further and crosses the line that divides the two of you, making you take a deep breath as his scent floors every nerve in your body. Waking what has been awake ever since that moment you shared back in the living room even more. 

“Yeah, okay.” you gather yourself, “I– I should probably head back.” 

Just by how his shoulders dropped, you knew you had said the wrong thing. And you hated that you did. Mat clears his voice and swallows, breaking off his gaze, “You probably should.” 

“Good night, Mat.” you smile, trying to regain yourself. 

“Good night.” he replies as he watches you turn your back before finally closing the door behind him. 

Frustrated for he was already starting to feel things more than just being “sorry”, Mat leans against the door and runs a hand through his hair. He takes a deep breath and tries to get you out of his head. 

He was about to walk away from the door and sleep off his frustration when he hears your faint footsteps on the other side of the door. He rests his head back on the wooden surface and sighs, “You’re still out there, aren’t you?”

There was a total silence for a moment, devoid of the knowledge of how you had your fist, ready to knock yet again, suspended in mid-air. 

Mathew hears you deny sheepishly, “No.” 

You hear him let out a small laugh, knowing that he was trying to contain himself. 

The door sprung open again, and for a second you thought how what you’re about to walk into will start another mess for you and Mathew. But how could you possibly think about it that way when you have nothing else but this man standing at the other end? 

A friend that took no seconds to waste as he finally lets his thirst and perhaps foolishness, get the better hold of him once he cages your heated face in his hands, crashing into your lips as fast as he’d taken you to his end of that thin gray line that has once irkingly parted him from you. A gray line you’re both willing to cross if that meant sharing another night in between halls and thin walls.

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there won’t be anyone else — t.seguin

a/n: obviously my timeline isn’t going to be accurate, and I know he went back to Canada for a large portion of his recovery but this is what worked… should I do a part 2???

Part two here!

summary: tyler asks his best friend to stay with him and his daughter during his recovery

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“Y/N?” Tyler spoke nervously, you tore your eyes off of the six month old in your arms, she gurgled in complaint as she grabbed at your face, “what’s up?” You asked him, shushing his daughter as she kept pinching your face. He smiled at the sight of you two, “I have to have a couple of surgeries, big surgeries, and I’m going to need a lot of help with Willow.” He explained, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “do you think you could come stay with us for a while?” He finally asked, you nodded instantly, you’d known Tyler ever since he came to Dallas. Long before he ended up as a single father to little Willow. “Of course, Ty.” You assured him, “anything you guys need.” You added, giving him a soft smile as Willow reached for her daddy. “Hi baby girl.” He grinned, smothering her in kisses, “glad you finally wanted to come back to me.” He teased her, holding her above his head as she giggled, the sight alone melted your heart as she grabbed at his beard the second it was in reach. “When is the surgery?” You asked him, you were fortunate enough to run an online shop, so really, as long as you could bring your supplies to his house, which you knew he’d have no problem with, you’d be set.

“Next week,” he paused, glancing over at you, “in New York.” He rushed his words together. “New York?” You gasped, eyes going a little wide. “You don’t have to come!” He stated, “my mom is going to meet me there, and then she’ll fly with me back here.” He explained, “I’ll be gone for a little over a week, then I can rehab here.” He added, realizing he didn’t explain anything very well. “Are you sure you don’t want us there?” You asked, motioning to Willow who was happily laying on his chest, gurgling away, probably close to taking a nap since she just ate. “I do, I really do, but it’s not worth the hassle, she’ll be happier here.” Tyler sighed, resting his chin on top of her head. “I’ll send you a bunch of pictures and videos of her, promise.” You laughed softly, thinking of how crazy this recovery is going to be for him. “You’re going to do great.” You assured him, seeing the wheels turning in his head, “I’m sure of it, and I’ll do anything I can to help.” You murmured, running a hand through your hair as all he could do was muster up a smile.

***

Day 1.

Tyler’s mom FaceTimed you that night, once he was coherent enough to remember seeing his daughter. “Hi, Mrs. Seguin.” You spoke softly, Willow looking around with wide eyes on your lap, you flipped the camera to show her, “Tyler.” His mom mumbled, handing the phone over, he looked exhausted but the way his eyes lit up when he saw Willow, she’d just had a bath so she was only in a diaper, showing off her chunky little legs. “Hey, Willow, hi baby.” He spoke, she focused in on the phone, rapidly swatting at it as she recognized his face. You giggled, moving her around to be sitting more on your chest, her face next to yours. “Say hi.” You cooed to her, waving her hand for her, she bounced excitedly as he smiled at her.

Day 2.

He was a little grumpy that day, but tried not to show it as he got to see Willow via FaceTime again, you knew he was already tired of being unable to move.

Day 3.

You were talking to him encouragely as he walked for the first time in three days, Willow sleeping in her room, Tyler’s mom held the phone out in front of her. You knew it had to be hard for her as well, to see her son like this, all because he was playing the sport he loved. You took some time to talk to her as the nurses helped Tyler get back in bed.

He didn’t feel up to talking again that day so you were sure to send him photos and videos of Willow, she was finally sitting up on her own without falling over.

The next week went on like that until he was finally coming home, luckily it was right during Willow’s long afternoon nap, so you could help him get settled and get everything in order before his mother had to leave to catch a flight tonight.

***

“Hey, Tyler.” You smiled, opening the car door, greeting him brightly, he tried to mimic your eyes excitement, but you could tell it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Hey.” He mumbled, letting out a soft groan as you helped him get out and onto his feet, he gave his mom a hard time about using the wheelchair, you could see the pain floating in her eyes, just overly worried that he would fall. “I’ve got him, Jackie.” You assured, walking directly beside him as he hobbled with his crutches, she nodded, grabbing the bags out of the car as you helped him get inside the house.

“Thank you.” He sighed, leaning into the couch cushion as you put a pillow under his leg. You just gave him a reassuring smile, his mom dropping the stuff by the entryway, “be easy on her, I know it’s hard for you, but imagine if you saw Willow like this.” You added in a whisper, understanding came across his face as he nodded, motioning for her to sit beside him, you let them have their moment as you grabbed his bags and brought them to the room he’d been staying in, on the first floor for now, until stairs weren’t a questionable decision.

You put the clothes in the laundry, and moved some stuff down to the guest room, humming softly as you did this stuff without question, just doing it to be helpful, not thinking of how much the small gesture would really mean to him.

After a while, you peeked in on Willow and she was still sleeping soundly with her arms above her head, you smiled, carefully shutting the door to the nursery and heading down the stairs with the monitor, Jackie had to get going if she was going to make it to the airport in time. So you both said your goodbyes, and you could tell it was hard for Tyler to let her leave like that, but what was he to do, she has a life to get on with as well.

“How has she been while I was gone?” Tyler asked, looking at Willow on the monitor, his heart clenching in his chest, wanting nothing more than to hold his baby girl again. “She was good, Ty.” You giggled, easing his nerves, he nodded, “thank you, so much, I know we just started the recovery process but you’ve already helped so much.” He explained, adjusting himself on the cushions, “you don’t have to keep thanking me, I’m happy to help, I love spending time with her, and you.” He smiled at your words, giving you the side eye as you turned away in embarrassment. You two had always been flirty, but once he came to you and said that was going to be a dad, he changed, he stopped going out, he spent his time at home, and it only made it easier for you to imagine a life with him. “We like spending time with you too.” He whispered, resting his hand on your knee right before Willow started to cry. You could tell he briefly forgot he couldn’t go get her as he went to sit up but then stopped himself. “Don’t worry, I’ll get her.” You hopped up, excited to see her when she finally got to see him for the first time in over a week, you took the stairs two at a time as you heard her crying get more intense.

As you picked her up, you completely forgot that Tyler had the monitor, and could hear and see you tending to her. “Oh my goodness.” You cooed, scooping her up, “your daddy is so excited to see you.” You grinned, kissing her chubby cheeks, making a brief face of disgust as you got a whiff of her diaper, “let’s get you cleaned up first.” You whispered, grabbing her a new outfit, this one having dealt with a small blowout. You quickly changed her and put her in her little jean shorts and a pink shirt, if it wasn’t for you, you were certain Tyler wouldn’t have anything girly for her to wear. He was watching the whole time as you took care of her like she was your own, his heart swelling in his chest, he’d always had a thing for you, but as he saw you with his baby, it only made him fall harder. And he became determined to make you his by the time he was back to playing.

He turned the monitor off and shimmied himself to be sitting up more properly as you came down the stairs, “who is that, Willow?” You gasped, pointing towards Tyler, she began to bounce in your arms. “It’s daddy.” You grinned at her, walking over to him and allowing him to take her. He breathed out in relief, “I missed you so much, baby girl.” He groaned, hugging her tightly, she pushed on him so she could lean back and look at him, she looked at him with a completely serious face before trying to bite his nose. He broke into a fit of laughter as he moved her away from his face, “that’s not nice princess.” He joked, tickling her sides, she giggled swinging her little legs as he lifted her up. “I swear she grew in a week.” He mumbled, sitting her on his good side, she sat on the couch, chewing on her hands and getting drool everywhere. “And she sits now.” He groaned, dramatically resting his head in the couch, she mimicked him and fell into the cushion. “Crazy girl.” You commented, taking the chance while she was distracted to tie up the top part of her hair, she definitely had his hair and all it did was fall in her eyes. Tyler smirked at you, you rolled your eyes at him, “now she looks like a real little princess.” You quipped to him, he faked a gasp, dramatically hoisting her into his chest. “How dare Y/N say that about my princess.”

It was a lot of extra work, and mess, but you brought her jar of food and bib to the couch so Tyler could feed her, knowing it was one of his favorite times with her as she was so smiley. “Have you ever tried this?” Tyler asked curiously as you sat beside him with her in your lap, she happily ate the spoonful of puréed apples, peas and beets. “Baby food?” You asked with a laugh, he nodded, pushing some more into her gummy smile, she gnawed on the spoon as he tried to take it away. “No, I haven’t.” You answered as you contained your laughter, “I tried it once, I figured it couldn’t be so bad, and it was even worse than bad.” He explained, carefully prying the spoon from her hands, she pouted at him, about to cry until he gave her the last bite and let her chew on the soft rubber spoon. “I’m sure it was.” You snickered, lightly wiping around her mouth, “when’s that first tooth gonna come in? Hmm.” He spoke to her, rubbing her little tummy as she burped, he smiled at her, the love he had for her was something only a father and daughter could share, and it was beautiful as you could see the concern on his face as she began to whimper. You let him take her as you went to get rid of the jar and spoon, coming back with her bottle.

“I just changed her, so she should be good for a while after this, is it alright if I go get some work done?” You asked him, he easily nodded as he laid her back on his chest, holding the bottle up to her lips as she eagerly started sucking on it. “Yeah, of course.” He spoke, not hearing you had already started walking away once he nodded, he smiled as you were tying your hair up sloppily while you walked, something you’d always done when you were getting focused on a project.

He turned on the golf channel, sinking into the couch with Willow as she fell asleep once her bottle was empty, he laid her down in the cushion beside him, boxing her in with a rolled up blanket and leaving his hand resting on her as he himself fell asleep.

***

Tyler had been home for a couple of weeks, physical therapy had been stepping up a lot, which meant he was incredibly sore by the time he got home, and incredibly stubborn. He figured, if he could do it just fine with a doctor walking beside him, there was no reason he couldn’t walk ten feet into the bathroom. Well, he quickly found out he was wrong as he stumbled from a pain in his hip and ended up on his knees, cursing as he couldn’t push himself up. You heard him fall, then the sounds of him cursing to himself and you shot up. “Tyler!” You called, rushing towards his room, he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as you rounded the corner. “Hey, hey, are you ok?” You gasped kneeling beside him. He shook his head, slumping against the wall in defeat, “what’s wrong?” You asked, looking over him, trying to make sure he didn’t pull any stitches, or injure himself again. “I just can’t get up.” He muttered, slamming his fist on the wall. “I’m a fucking professional athlete and I can’t stand up on my own!” He snapped, he thought you’d move away at the tone of his voice, but you didn’t, you only moved closer, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. “I know, Ty. It’s going to be ok.” You whispered, his breathing was ragged as he finally gave in and hugged you back. He calmed down as you just stayed there, letting him hug you as tight as he needed, you pushed his curly mop of hair back once he completely calmed down. “You ready to get back up again?” You whispered, he nodded watching you stand up and give him your hands. “Just push with your good leg, alright.” You gently reminded him, stepping a little sideways to give your feet some traction. “One, two, three.” You pulled on his hands as he slid up, his back against the wall steadying him, he planted both feet on the ground, you quickly grabbed his crutches.

“I’ll just wait until you’re back in bed.” You mumbled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he nodded, hobbling to the bathroom right outside the room. Your adrenaline high quickly crashed as you waited for him, and you found yourself laying flat on the bed as you waited.

Tyler came back into the room, stopping in the doorway as he saw you stretched out on half of the bed. A smile came over his face as you shifted in your sleep, burying half your face in the pillow, inhaling softly as you felt at peace. He didn’t wake you, he couldn’t bring himself too, so he carefully got into the opposite side of the bed, the thumping in his chest so loud he was certain you could feel it as you subconsciously rolled towards him, resting your hand on his chest as he threw the blanket over you.

Eventually, morning came, and when you woke up in the empty bed, the events of last night came rushing back and you leaped out of bed, not only was Willow crying from her room, but you didn’t see Tyler anywhere, you instantly became worried he’d fallen again and you’d slept right through it. “Y/N?” Tyler called as you went rushing past the kitchen looking for him. “Tyler!” You gasped in relief, placing a hand over your chest as you saw him pouring a cup of coffee. “I thought you fell again, oh my god, where did you sleep? Oh, the baby, let me get the baby!” You rambled heading for the stairs, he chuckled as he listened to you stomp up them, Willow’s crying soon stopping as you picked her up.

He was feeling a little better today, so he managed to get Willow’s morning bottle ready, and some toast for himself, settling himself at the table as you came down the steps. Your hair was tangled in itself, you didn’t have makeup on, and you were in oversized sweats and a tank top, but you’d never looked better to him as you giggled with his daughter on your hip.

You called his name as you walked into the kitchen, spotting him at the table, he didn’t answer, but his eyes were pointed in your direction, “Tyler?” You called again, snapping your fingers. He blinked, “what? Sorry.” Tyler muttered sheepishly, “did you want eggs?” You asked him, eyeing him suspiciously as you maneuvered Willow in your arms to give her her bottle. She happily started drinking it as you propped it up on your cheek, pulling the eggs out of the fridge. “Give her to me.” Tyler chuckled, making grabby hands for her as you struggled to balance everything, you happily gave her over, glancing back as he cooed down to her, whispering a good morning as he kissed her messy head of his hair, they looked so like in that moment, Tyler with his hair sticking all over the place, and Willow with hers pushed to the side from you, with a clip barely holding it back.

“I’m not sure if you’re up to it, or if you want to, but I was going to go to the pumpkin patch later today, if you and Willow want to come?” You offered, “I know you hate having to use that wheelchair but it would be so fun to see her next to all those giant pumpkins.” You raddled on, giving Tyler the chance to admire you, “yeah, that sounds fun.” He answered, smiling when you turned to face him excitedly, “I’m sure you have some cute outfit for her planned out too.” He rolled his eyes jokingly, and you nodded eagerly, of course you did, how could you not, it is her first fall season after all.

“Here ya go.” You mumbled, sliding a plate in front of him, he furrowed his eyebrows, “I never answered about the eggs.” He didn’t argue though, as he picked up his fork and took a bite. “I know, but you’re doing a lot today, you need them.” You giggled, offering a small piece to Willow, now nearly eight months old. She happily mushed it with her couple of teeth, smiling brightly at Tyler, he nodded reassuring her that she was doing good.

Finally you were loading up into the car to go out for a while, Willow dressed in the cutest outfit she had, something you’d bought before she was even born. The belle sleeve onesie just barely still fit her chunky frame, and the red overall skirt over top just made her look even more adorable, and of course, a matching red bow in her hair. Tyler jokingly didn’t approve of how short her skirt was as he took her from you once you arrived, she sat perched on his lap as you pushed the wheelchair down the isles, thankful for the wood boards they had put down as paths in the dirt, Willow was making noises at everything she saw, reaching out to touch the pumpkins every once in a while. “Let me get a picture of you two.” You stopped his chair next to a huge pile of pumpkins, and he stood Willow up on his lap as she grinned at you, it was by far one of your favorite photos of them so far.

An older couple was walking by and smiled at you, “would you like me to take a photo for you?” She asked, and before you could even process her words, Tyler was answering with a yes please. You felt the blood rush to your face as you approached him, he handed Willow to you, and you were about to stand beside him but he gently pulled you to sit on his good leg, you didn’t have time to react, you only smiled for the camera just like he was. “Oh, how beautiful.” The older woman cheered, handing the phone back over to you. “Thanks.” You mumbled, Willow hiding her face in your neck, suddenly shy. You clicked on the picture, and you felt like your chest would explode, you looked like a family, but you weren’t. “Y/N?” Tyler called, you quickly shoved your phone in your pocket, “are you ready to go?” He asked, taking the baby back from you, confusion laced in his tone as he saw the look on your face. “Yeah, Uh, yeah let’s go.” You mumbled, pushing the chair towards the exit, he held in a sigh, trying to figure out what had caused your sudden mood change.

***

“It’s Christmas!” You heard Tyler cheer as he got Willow out of her crib, the nine month old clapping her hands out of his excitement. Tyler was on the upside now, his second surgery complete, and now rehabbing both, he was able to walk without his crutches, he had to go slow on the stairs, but the doctor encouraged him to keep working on them. In a few weeks he’s going to be skating for the first time in months, and you were terrified, meanwhile he was ecstatic, ready to feel like his normal self again. You smiled, keeping your eyes shut as your door opened, “it’s Christmas!” Tyler shouted, putting Willow on the bed and letting her crawl up to your head, mushing on your cheeks, you gasped lifting her up quickly, sending her into a fit of giggles in her reindeer pajamas. “Christmas? Your first one!” You spoke to her, Tyler smiled, sitting beside you. “Merry Christmas.” He whispered, handing you an envelope, he laughed as you put Willow down and quickly pushed yourself to be sitting against the headboard beside him. She made her little baby babble as she played with the bunched up blanket. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” You spoke softly, opening the envelope, revealing a gorgeous Christmas card. “Oh shush, just read it.” You could hear the nerves in his tone, you shot him a smile before letting your eyes run over the extensive writing he’d done.

“Y/N, you have been a godsend in mine and Willow’s life, there isn’t anyone else I would’ve trusted to leave her with during all of this, there isn’t anyone else I’d want to be helping me off the floor at three am. What I’m trying to get at is,

There isn’t anyone else. I don’t think there will be anyone else.

So, if you’d kindly accept my gift, dinner, without Willow, a date, that’s what I’d like to call it.

Love, Tyler.”

“What’s the matter, Seguin? Too afraid to ask me in person?” You quipped, he opened and closed his mouth searching for the right words to say, “is that a yes?” He finally asked, a hopeful look dancing in his eyes. “Of course it’s a yes. I’ve only been waiting months for you to ask.” You giggled, catching him off guard by pecking his lips, it isn’t like you two hadn’t shared kisses before, but it was normally in a drunken state. “Uh-huh.” He hummed pulling you back in for a proper kiss, Willow shrieked, startling you both. She was looking at you angrily, before snuggling up to her dad, as if saying you weren’t allowed near him. “Good job, princess, gotta protect daddy from mean ol’ Y/N.” He murmured to her, earning a glare from you, but as he broke into laughter, you couldn’t even keep up your charades. “Come on, it’s Christmas, she’s got presents to open.” You mumbled, kissing her chubby cheek, “presents!” He cheered, holding her up highly, she giggled as he lunged her back down.

The date had gone as good as you could’ve hoped,

not exactly how he’d planned, but still a great night, the sitter had cancelled, and the restaurant he wanted to take you too didn’t offer a pick up option, so you ended up eating pizza on the living room floor, watching Disney movies, per your request, and talking about everything and anything. And of course, there were lots of stolen kisses.

***

“It’s alright to be a little scared you know.” You reminded your now boyfriend, he was about to go on the ice for the first time in months, and the anxiety just hit him, what if’s repeating themselves in his head. Willow was fast asleep in the stroller, tired from her own activities this morning. “But–“ “No but, you’ve got this babe, you’ve been warming up to this for months, hell, you probably skate better than you walk.” You cut him off, giving him a short pep talk, you squealed in delight when he pulled you in for a quick kiss. You pulled away with a smile, “now, go show that ice whose boss.” You giggled, pecking him once more before patting his shoulder, you weren’t allowed to watch him rinkside, no distractions allowed, so you took Willow for a short walk, all the while she slept. You kept yourself busy, getting caught up with things on your phone as you waited for Tyler to call and say he was done.

Finally as you went back to get him, Willow was awake but grumpy, and hungry, so you kind of just rushed in with her on your hip. Also remembering you had some stuff to do for work today that was time sensitive, “how’d it go?” You asked as you bounced her in an attempt to get her to calm down. Tyler slung his bag over his shoulder, “it was great, rusty, but it felt good.” He explained shortly, sending your urgency, “I’ll put her in the car.” He offered, taking her from you, and instantly she calmed down, only making you feel worse. You knew it was common for her to go through phases, hell, she’d done this with Tyler where she wanted nothing to do with him for almost a whole month, you didn’t realize how bad it would hurt. He shot you an apologetic smile, “hey, just take a deep breath. You’re gonna get everything done on time.” He assured you.

***

New Years had come and gone, and Willow’s first birthday was quickly approaching, as were her first steps. Tyler was sad that they were going to be happening so soon, but at the same time he was beyond excited for her to be running around in no time.

She quickly grew out of the phase of only wanting Tyler, which both of you were grateful for, as he could see it eating away at you.

“Come on, come to dada.” You heard Tyler, you peeked your head around the wall, seeing him sitting on the floor arms reach away from Willow, she looked at him quizzically, reaching her arms out, she wobbled but didn’t fall. “Come on baby.” He encouraged her, she took one step, two, three, and he just kept sliding back until she couldn’t go any further. “Oh my god!” You and Tyler shouted at the same time, “shit,” he jumped now knowing you were behind him. “Hi.” You laughed, sitting beside him, “I think you officially have a walker on your hands.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He furrowed his brows for a moment, he looked as if he was going to say something, but then decided against it. “Yeah I do.” He chuckled in agreement, setting her back on her feet and grinning as she did it again, and again, and again until she was too tired to do anymore and just plopped herself on your lap.

“Hi baby.” You mumbled, kissing her forehead, she sighed, nuzzling into your neck, instantly falling asleep. “She loves you.” Tyler mumbled, tucking your loose hair behind your hair, you bit your lip as you looked over at him. “I love you.” He breathed out, relief hitting him when you broke into a huge smile, “I love you, Ty.” You mumbled, he kissed you as good as he could with Willow curled up on your lap. “Let’s go put her to bed, yeah.” He laughed, taking her from you and disappearing to her room in record speed.

***

Tyler had his first morning skate today, finally getting back into a routine with the team, he was anxious as it was on a Saturday, thankfully no game today, but it was Willow’s birthday party. Of course, all planned by you, Tyler clueless on what to do for a one year old, all he knew is it had to be puppy themed, because those were her absolute favorite things.

“Woah.” Tyler stopped in his tracks, seeing the decorations you’d spread out around the house, his dogs happily laying with party hats on their heads. “Baby, this is awesome.” He chuckled as you came around the corner to greet him, “I know it is.” You laughed, welcoming the hug he offered you. “Thanks for doing all this for her.” He mumbled against your head, “of course.”

***

“Dada, dada, dada!” Willow shrieked running towards him, “Willow?” He gasped, his first game back resulting in a loss, but he scored and you couldn’t lie, it made you emotional. And he was all the clueless to you two being here, “surprise!” You grinned as he scooped her up, “you came?” He mumbled in shock, kissing his daughter before pulling you in with his other arm, “of course we came.” You whispered against his lips, smiling as he finally kissed you, “you did so amazing, babe, I’m so proud of you.” You cupped his jaw with one hand, “thank you.” Is all he could get out before Willow started to speak. She reached for you, “mama.” Your breathing hitched, and Tyler’s smile had grown. You looked to him, afraid to over step, “yes baby, that’s mama.” He assured her, “Tyler.” You cautioned, taking her as she kept reaching for you.

“Y/N, she’s just as much yours as she is mine, you’ve been here since she came home, you’ve taken care of her like a mother, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon. So yes. You’re her mom.” His words brought tears to your eyes, he smiled softly wiping away the tears, kissing your forehead as Willow watched curiously, she kissed your cheek with a smile, having learned early on to be affectionate to people she liked. “Thank you baby,” you cooed to her, resting your head on top of hers. “Mama?” She hummed, smiling against you. “Yeah.” You agreed. “I love you.” Tyler sighed, snapping a picture of his girls, he said the words right before he snapped the picture, getting the most genuine smile from you. “I love you.”

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Hey guys!

So a while back an idea entered my head and I wrote a fic on it and decided to post it here...... mind you this is my first ever fic and I'm super nervous about it 😶

Also, shoutout to @khaleesiofalicante for helping me with this ❤

Anyway, hope y'all like it 😄

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MAX’S FIRST BDAY

The doorbell rang, he was finally here. Alec opened the door and saw his parabatai standing on the other side. “What took you so long?” he asked Jace.

“What? I came here as soon as I could. What’s the emergency anyway? The party doesn’t start until later” Jace replied coolly.

“Yes the party doesn’t start until later," Alec said with a little exasperation “but there’s a problem with the cake”. He took Jace to the kitchen and opened the cake box.

“Um, Alec this is- “

“I know.”

“It’s explicit. Inappropriate!”

“I know” Alec sighed “I ordered a Smurfs cake and instead they sent this”. Ever since Max had watched Smurfs with his aunt Clary and uncle Simon, he had become obsessed with all things Smurfs related. So, getting him a Smurfs cake was a no-brainer.

Jace looked thoughtfully at the cake for a moment and then said “You know Magnus could just change this magically, you don’t need my help”.

Alec had considered this option but unfortunately for him, Magnus had gone to Queens to buy some potion ingredients for an important client. "By the time Magnus comes back, the party would have started and everyone will have seen this inappropriate, butt-shaped blue cake," Alec said.

Jace took out his phone and called up Clary. “She says she’ll be here in a few minutes, she’s an artist so she’ll know how to turn this cake around” Jace told Alec who now seemed a little relieved.

A few minutes later, Clary arrived with Simon in tow. “Simon was with me when you called so he tagged along. So there's a cake emergency I hear" she asked no one in particular and walked towards the kitchen so she could examine the cake. Simon followed her. She opened the box lid and peered inside. She looked up at the two men utterly scandalized.

"Wow, that is um… that is some cake I tell you," Simon said with a nervous chuckle.

“I ordered a different cake and the bakery sent this instead. Please just rectify it before everyone arrives” Alec pleaded.

Exactly at that moment, the doorbell rang again and Magnus entered. He was looking particularly majestic today, wearing a blue-green shirt with a peacock feather print on it.

He looked around and greeted them. “Hello angel-blooded ones, the party hasn’t started yet why are you here so early?”. He looked from one to another until his eyes fell on the cake. His eyes widened in horror/amusement.

Alec immediately jumped in. "There was a mix-up at the bakery and they've sent us this. I wanted to call you up but you were busy and I didn't want to disturb you and now we have this inappropriate-looking cake which will probably scar our son for life” he lamented.

Magnus looked pityingly at his adorable boyfriend. “Alexander dear, if something indeed scars our child for life, I assure you it won’t be this cake”.

Alec had an inkling that Magnus was referring to the treatment Max would eventually face in the future for being a warlock. He made a mental note to address it later.

Magnus took the cake out of the box. “Don't worry my darling, I will fix this cake in a jiffy". He rolled up his sleeves, took a knife from the knife stand, and got to work.

A few minutes later, Clary peered over Magnus’s shoulder. “Wow Magnus, you’re surprisingly good at this. Have you done this before?”.

Magnus snorted. “Yes I have biscuit, but it’s an old story involving me, a faerie, and a bunch of horny vampires”.

For some reason, Jace looked sideways at Simon when the horny vampires were mentioned.

Magnus stepped back and pointed at the cake with a flourish. The cake didn't exactly look like a Smurf but it was much, much better than the original. Alec could have wept tears of joy.

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It had been almost an hour since the cake debacle. The living room was full of people. The whole gang was here along with Catarina, Maia, Bat, Lily, and his mother. Robert too had portaled in from Alicante. Jem and Tessa had appeared in projection form 10 minutes ago to wish Max and give him his present, which was a baby superhero cape.

They were currently cutting the cake. Izzy was clapping and hooting loudly, nearly scaring her mother and everyone was singing 'happy birthday’ in a slightly off-key tune. Magnus had picked up Max and was taking him around the room, helping him feed cake pieces to everyone.

Alec took a step back and looked at the room full of people with a warm feeling in his heart. Every person in the room meant a great deal to both Magnus and Alec. If 12-year-old Alec had known that he would grow up and fall in love with a warlock, much less have a family with him, he would have found it unbelievable. But then again, 12-year-old Alec had never dared to dream of having a future for himself. The Clave and its backward mentality had made sure of that.

They were all busy opening the presents and Max was joyfully squealing at the sight of so many gifts. Alec himself had spent days finding a gift for max and finally settled for a blue sailor onesie. Magnus, who always had a thing for giving the best gifts, had gotten Max a set of Smurfs plushies.

He was not as awesome as Magnus in the gift-giving department, but deep down he knew that the best gift he could give his son was acceptance and respect within the shadowhunter community. A kind of future where Max would not be unfairly judged for his demon heritage. That would require changing the Clave from the inside out. And he would do it. One day, Alec Lightwood would change the world for his boys. But that day was not today. Today was a day filled with laughter, joy, cake, presents and most importantly - love.

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The tit for tat game was well known to both of their top confidants and lieutenants because it had been going on ever since Natsu and Lucy broke up. Plus, it was hard to get around such knowledge considering most of them came from the same neighborhoods. These intrigues ebbed and flowed like waves. Months could pass by without any interactions between the two, at other times they’d go back and forth continuously until one of them finally gave up, and on the odd occasion ended in a huge fight that led to another round of ignoring each other. Up until now, it had been kind of amusing to watch them torture each other because it was better than a drama shows on television. But that didn’t mean Natsu, and Lucy’s friends didn’t worry about one or both being truly hurt one day because of it.

“It’s fine,” Natsu rolled his eyes as Gray chastised him after the soapland incident. The two men were at Natsu’s home after work hours and supposed to be relaxing. But clearly his friend didn’t want to drop the subject. “What’s the big deal?”

“Dude, you let yourself be blindfolded in a public space! Have you forgotten what kind of business we’re in? What if it had been an assassin instead?”

“Oh, that’s just ridiculous. We’re talking about Lucy’s company, and I trust their security measures because she has just as much to lose if a hit took place there.”

“Still, you should be more careful, at least take a bodyguard with you…”

Natsu’s eyebrow twitched in irritation. “And what, so they can watch the show? We got any voyeurs on the payroll? Cause I can’t think of anyone here who’d wanna see another guy getting his balls fondled!”

Gray ran a hand down his face. “So not the mental image I wanted. You’re missing the point.” He sighed. “Natsu you are the head of this clan, and your safety is my top priority.”

“I get it, I get it,” Natsu drawled.

“And frankly,” Gray continued, “you’ve become distracted by her lately.”

“Tch! No, I haven’t!”

“Yeah, you are. You think I haven’t noticed? I know you drive by her place sometimes. I know you’ve followed her to that coffee shop she likes to frequent. But ever since her employee was robbed, things have escalated again.”

“You’re imagining things and apparently spying on me. I’m just keeping an eye on the competition.”

“Watching over you is my job! That’s not spying.” Gray crossed his arms. “And oh, it’s no doubt that you’re keeping an eye on her. That’s why you went to Katsunuma’s party and to soapland too. The problem is you’re getting sloppy and sloppy gets people killed.”

Natsu groaned. “Are you done yet? We’re supposed to be enjoying the baseball game, not psychoanalyzing my life.”

“Almost.” Gray placed a hand on his friends’ knee and leaned in. “Natsu, you’ve been chasing that tail since high school, just lock her down and convince her to work together already.”

Natsu snorted a laugh. “Gray we all grew up together, so what in all these years makes you think that’s a possibility? You know damn well Lucy’s not a woman you can control without her consent.” Natsu knew that, and frankly he loved that part of her. In fact, it made him even more fired up whenever he thought about it, just like a treasure you don’t just find but must win at the end of a game. “I’ll find a way, some day.”

“Well until that day arrives, could you promise me you’ll be more cautious?”

“Fine, fine,” Natsu waved his hand. “I’ll back off of Lucy for now.”

“Good.” Gray relaxed back onto his recliner thinking the drama was over.

“However, there is a new guy I want surveillance placed on.”

“Who?”

“The bartender from the party.”

Gray groaned. “Seriously? Why? He’s just a bartender!”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Was he spiking the drinks or something? Dealing drugs at the party?”

“Maybe.”

Gray huffed. “You really gonna try that? Do I look like an idiot? This is just straight jealousy talking.”

“I don’t care! I want someone to dig up what they can on the guy!”

“No, what you wanna know is if he fucked Lucy that night!”

Natsu jumped up with his fists clenched. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!” Gray stood up and matched his boss’s energy. “Unless you give me a damn good reason to check into him, I’m not wasting my guy’s time! You might be the boss, but don’t you fucking forget who you’re talking to! I’m not some punk off the streets!”

Realizing he was taking things too far, Natsu sat back down. “Sorry.”

Gray sighed and plopped back down too. “I only joined because you asked me to and you’re my best friend, then I helped you build this new empire, so I’m just as invested in protecting it as you are. But Natsu, personal emotions have led to the downfall of many in this business, and as a friend, I’ll check you any time I think you’re going to far.”

“You’re right…” Natsu sighed too. “She just gets me so worked up.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gray laughed, but stopped when Natsu glared at him. “Sorry, it slipped out.”

“But I swear, there’s something suspicious about him. When he saw me, I thought he just reacted because he thought I was Lucy’s boyfriend or something, but the more I think about it, he might have recognized me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t necessarily be suspicious either.”

“True. But the look in his eyes just made me wonder.”

“Alright…” Gray groaned, “if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll have someone do some digging. So, you said he has orange hair and glasses, and the name on his tag was Loke?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s an unusual name, shouldn’t be too hard to check on.”

Over the course of a couple of weeks, Gray sent out feelers for any information on this Loke guy. Katsunuma junior gave them their first small lead that the bartender had worked the party through a local food catering company. That catering company was a legitimate business who had both full-time staff as well as independent contractors brought in per event as needed. Loke had been one of the latter. From there Gray obtained a last name, de Lioncourt.

According to his sources at the local precinct, Loke de Lioncourt had no rap sheet, no prior dealings with police, and for all they knew was an average citizen. The man’s Line blog profile listed him as a 28-year-old, Japanese/French American, model and bartender, and it was filled with pictures from events, parties, as well as many gorgeous women— none of which contained Lucy. But as Gray trolled through the man’s feed, he did come across one person he recognized and passed the information along to Natsu.

“Wow, she’s in a bunch of photos,” Natsu mumbled as he scrolled through the blog.

“Well, considering Cana’s reputation are you surprised. Parties and alcohol are the two things that woman lives for.” Gray laughed. “Now see, this makes sense to me. Lucy and him, not so much.”

“Tch… still pisses me off he even tried.”

“Lucy’s a free woman, she can go out with whoever she wants to.”

“We’ll see about that,” Natsu mumbled low.

“What was that?” Gray asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing.”

“Better be nothing, cause this is a dead end. He’s just a flirty bartender. It’s how they make tips.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine.” Natsu sat back in his chair. “So, back to business. What this I heard about some missing stock?”

“Oh, right. One of the warehouse clerks noticed a shortage, but when I checked with Yura, he said the books were fine. I had him show it to me, and it appears the numbers were just inverted by accident. So, instead of 185 kilos, it’s supposed to be 158 kilos.”

“Did you talk to the clerk again? Does he have any history of messing up like this?”

“Nah, he’s one of our better clerks.”

“Just keep an eye on it.”

“Sure thing, boss. By the way, have you seen Gajeel today?” Gray questioned. “I haven’t seen him.”

“He called me this morning said he wasn’t feeling well, thinks he ate something bad for dinner last night.”

“Tch, seriously? Thought he had an iron stomach?”

Natsu shrugged. “Must’a been some bad sushi or something. We ain’t got much happening today, so it’s fine. Anything else? I got some stuff I need to finish.”

Gray tapped his chin. “Just a reminder you have an appointment with our tech guy dropping by later this week to go over some upgrades on the system.”

“Like I’m supposed to know anything about that stuff, it’s what I pay him for.”

“You still gotta approve it,” Gray shrugged and took his leave.

Once the man was completely out of the office, Natsu opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a nondescript box he’d hidden inside. He grinned to himself. It was time to make another special delivery. Even though he’d told Gray he was backing off the whole Lucy and Loke subject, there was no way he was gonna let it slide. Natsu didn’t care if the man seemed legit, and he wasn’t the first nor would probably be the last that he’d eventually scared away. And besides, being a Yakuza boss had a lot of down times too, easily filled with having a little fun.

Today’s little care package was being sent to Lucy by a courier service and Natsu just had to drop it off to the delivery company. Just a normal company like Kuroneko Yamato so it wouldn’t rouse too many suspicions. It was turning into a fun game for him just coming up with ideas of what he could do to rile Lucy up or irritate this Loke guy. Natsu chuckled to himself. So far, his favorite prank was a box of small sized condoms and a bottle of enhancement pills that he’d had delivered to Loke while on the job at another party. He’d even snuck in to watch it delivered, gaining a good laugh when the man took a peek in the box and frowned at its contents.

It was childish, but Natsu didn’t care. Every day for two weeks now, something new was sent to Loke. Random gifts like children’s candy to a toy gun, a big bottle of lubricant wrapped in a bow, a week’s worth of meals sent for lunch one day, even an empty box with rocks inside it just to drive the man crazy wondering who in the world was sending them. Lucy too wasn’t immune to his pranks, though hers had a different feel to them. Flowers with no note attached. Tickets to a canceled show he made up. A supposed dinner invite from Loke that wasn’t real— okay that was to test her, but she didn’t fall for it. And today’s little care package fit right into his prank scheme.

Natsu dropped off the package at a Kuroneko Yamato office with the address instructions already filled out and paid the company’s employee extra to keep their mouths shut. ‘She’s gonna kill me one day,’ he laughed to himself as he rode back to his office. ‘If it’s suffocation by her boobs it wouldn’t be a bad way to go!’

“Anymore stops sir?” The driver asked Natsu.

“Nope. Back to the office.”

He looked at his watch. The package should be arriving at Lucy’s office within the hour. Give or take another to open it, and by 4pm he would be receiving another phone call. Maybe he won’t answer it. Oh, that would piss her off even more! ‘Well, if she’d just take the hint...’

The afternoon was supposed to be mellow at headquarters that day. No shipments, and no appointments. But when Natsu got back, another general in the organization named Jellal Fernandez came to his office to inform him of a problem. One of the new local restaurants in their territory was refusing to cooperate and he wanted to know how Natsu wanted it handled. They were right in the middle of discussing it, when Natsu’s office door flew open with a loud bang!

In stomped Lucy who immediately threw a box at his head, causing Natsu to duck and Jellal to pull his gun.

“Don’t!” Natsu screamed at his general and motioned for him to stand down, to which the man complied. “Do you have a death wish Lucy!”

“Get. Out.” She snapped at the general. “Get out! This is between me and your boss!”

Jellal looked to Natsu, who nodded his head to scram. “I got this, don’t worry.” The man holstered his gun and left, but Natsu could see he’d stayed right outside of the now closed door.

“I take it you didn’t like the gift,” Natsu pretended to stay calm.

“Gee, me throwing it at you give you that impression? I know it’s you sending all these damn deliveries to me and Loke. That needs to stop now!”

He crossed his arms and scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Play dumb all you want. Just stop! Why are you even doing this?!”

“Take a guess,” he sneered back.

“I could’ve sworn we were adults now, but apparently I’m the only one who grew up. Stay out of my love life Natsu!”

“So, you admit you’re sleeping with the guy!”

“That’s none of your damn business! I can fuck whoever I want!”

“Not as long as I’m alive,” Natsu growled back.

Lucy crossed her arms. “That could be arranged.”

“Is that a threat?!”

“Yes! If you don’t stay out of my love life!”

“A woman shouldn’t be sleepi—”

“Don’t you finish that sentence!” Lucy grabbed a stapler that was within reach and chucked it at Natsu’s head. “Stop trying to control me!”

“Are you crazy?!”

At that moment, Gray barged into the room. He’d heard the screaming from the other side of the office, and when he got close enough to see Jellal standing outside the door, he became alarmed. Why would a general leave Natsu vulnerable! The man told him their boss told him to leave, but as the sounds inside escalated, Gray couldn’t wait anymore.

“Stop it!!” Gray got between them. “What are you two doing! Lucy you shouldn’t be here!”

“Then tell your damn boss to leave me the fuck alone!” Lucy spat back. “Ask him how he’s been harassing Loke and me!”

Gray turned to his boss with a groan. “Natsu, we talked about this!”

“Tell Gray what you been doing!” Lucy pressed. “Show him the stupid packages you send!”

“What packages?” Gray looked to Lucy, then repeated the question as he stared at his boss. “What packages?”

“Tch,” Natsu crossed his arms, “it’s not even that bad.”

Lucy stomped over to where the box fell and picked it up, pulling the contents out. “Bullshit!” She snapped as she held up a very racy, red nightie with flame prints, a pair of fluffy handcuffs, and a large dildo. “See this shit?!” Lucy shook the floppy latex toy at Gray before chucking it to the ground again. “He includes messages too,” then handed the man a folded piece of paper.

Gray read it aloud, “to make up for what playboy lacks. Had it custom made to my size wink wink. Ugh, seriously man,” he tossed the letter.

Natsu shrugged. “I was just having fun.”

“This is the yakuza, not a daycare!” Gray snaps. “I’m not here to babysit the boss so he stops harassing the competition! There’s more important business to worry about!”

“That’s right listen to Gray,” Lucy sneered.

Gray turned to her. “Oh, you ain’t innocent either, so don’t even try it. You both do things to purposely rile the other up and get mad when there’s consequences. Stop it!” He looked back and forth between the two. “Just stop it already!”

Natsu and Lucy looked away from the man with scowls on their faces. Neither wanted to admit he was right.

“Jellal,” Gray called out. When the man entered, he instructed him to escort Lucy out of there. “Next time, just call me instead. It’s best you two just stay away from each other. Got it?!”

“Yeah,” Lucy grumped.

“Got it?!” Gray questioned his boss.

“Yeah,” Natsu mumbled.

“Fucking like high school,” Gray ran a hand down his face in irritation. “You two need therapy.”

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[niffala]

Catch Your Breath (Pt. 2)

Pairing: Jake Jensen & OFC (Daphne)

Summary: Lost chances sometimes come around again. Jake wasn't about to let it slip by a second time.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, feels, mention of cheating (not Jake or Daphne), lots of reused movie dialog

A/N: Modern/partial high school AU. Reader insert version found here. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated. 

Chapter 1 Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

Chapter 2

It was an odd feeling entering the large brick building after so many years. She drove by it a bunch of times, sure, but to actually walk in… Why did everything seem smaller, surreal? Welcome Paulsen High Class of 2001. Ugh, has it really been ten years? Finding her name tag on the table, she slapped it on her chest and searched for his.

Crap, Jake Jensen’s name tag was still sitting there. She told herself not to get her hopes up, he was probably married by now. Hell, he may not even show. Then she would have come to this stupid reunion for nothing. Originally, Daphne had no plans to go, but couldn’t get his sweet face off her mind. She thought about him often since that night. She had to know… one more try, one more chance.

The reunion just started, but the gymnasium was already pretty busy. She recognized a few people she should say hello to. Same bad music, same cheap decorations, and oh look at that, ‘Catch the Moment’ displayed on a giant banner. Seriously, who names these events? Deep breath, smile and mingle. It was only one night.

Scanning the crown, he spotted her almost immediately. All grown up, different hair, but it was definitely Daphne. With a grin, he decided to sneak up behind her. Comically tiptoeing over until he was close enough to cover her eyes, “Guess who?”

“Um, I don’t recognize the voice so I’m gonna go out on a limb and say Paulie?”

“I’m insulted. Try again.”

“Uh, Ryan from algebra?” She really hoped not.

He tsked, “Wrong again, you have one guess left.”

She huffed, taking a wild guess, “Carlos from sophomore english?”

His face fell when she didn’t say his name. He removed his hands and changed tactics when she turned around. “Oh my god, hi, what’s your name? You won’t believe this, there was some weird guy standing right where I am just a moment ago. He ran off, no idea who it was. Total loser.”

Daphne laughed, she didn’t need to see the name tag to know who stood in front of her. Her eyes roamed over him. He got a little taller and beefier. Had new round glasses over the same pretty blue eyes. His blonde hair was spiked, his face had sideburns and a goatee. He wore jeans, a graphic t-shirt, a blazer and most importantly, no ring. “I like the new glasses, Jake.”

He smiled, she remembered him after all. “I like your…  dress.” He cringed, “I mean it really compliments your…” his hands traced a womanly figure in the air. “And your hair, I mean, it's great… ya.” Striking out early there, Jake. Great second first impression.

Daphne smiled awkwardly, but laughed it off. “It’s good to see you again.”

“You too. I was hoping I’d find you here. Are you having fun?”

She shrugged, “I guess. I mean it’s much better than the last dance. There's tables, better food and most importantly, alcohol.”

“And this time we aren't licking our wounds.” He chuckled, “Good times.”

Daphne asked him if he wanted to find a table so they could sit and catch up. He agreed wholeheartedly. She was the only reason he came to the reunion. He wanted to know everything about her. Wanted to find out if he still had a shot, one more chance. 

“So what have you been up to, Jake? It’s been so long since I last saw you.”

Clearing his throat he gave her the summary. “I just moved back to town. Looking to buy a house here to be near family. I was a technology and communications specialist for the US special forces. Things got complicated and messy, so I’m newly retired.” He clicked his tongue, “Um, I’m still a single pringle, never married and have no girlfriend at the moment. What about you?”

Daphne almost squealed when he revealed his relationship status. “Nothing exciting. I stayed right here in New Hampshire, went to school, became a RN. And I’m divorced.”

“You got married? It wasn’t to Silas was it?”

She snorted, “No, some other asshole.”

“I take no personal gratification from that,” he chuckled. “I’m, uh, sorry to hear about that though.” He wasn’t. Knowing she was single made his trip here worth it. 

“Don’t be, we split amicably. I wanted kids and he didn’t. It wasn’t something we could compromise on, so we called it quits. I'm fine, better even. He always looked at me like a doormat anyway. I think he wanted a mother more than a wife.”

“Sounds like my parents.”

“So, I'm Daphne Reyburn again.”

“Feeling the burn again, huh?” Seeing the look on her face at his attempt at humor, he put his hands up trying to defuse the situation. “Not that kinda burn. I’m not saying you have chlamydia or… or.. anything like that. I-I'm gonna shut up now.” 

She snickered, “It’s okay, I’ve heard that joke before.”

Jake breathed a sigh of relief. His big mouth didn’t blow it yet. “So catch me up, I’ve missed all the juicy gossip while I was away.”

“Well, there’s not a whole lot. Um, a year after graduation, Principal Bogio drove drunk right into a gas station. Luckily nobody was hurt… We had a massive rainstorm four years ago that washed the Paulie Pickle statue away. It was never found, I think someone has it in their basement.” Daphne paused to think. “Let’s see, we have a new tanning salon that opened up on Main, a new BBQ place on Elk and a taekwondo school on Collins. As for former classmates, I only have one story for ya.”

Jake leaned in closer, awaiting the news.

“Okay, so Noel married John right after high school, but was having an affair with Silas. She then left him for Silas, only to go back to John a month later claiming she was pregnant with his baby. That didn’t last long, because Noel came home early to find John in bed with her sister, who also says she's pregnant with his baby. She then changed her story, saying Silas is the father and goes back to him, BUT she was still seeing John. It was back and forth until the baby arrived. Come to find out, it's neither of theirs. So John divorced her and married her sister. Silas dumped her, and seems to be doing okay with his new girlfriend. Sweet woman, we met earlier. And Noel is now on her third husband and fourth baby daddy.” Glancing over Jake’s shoulder she saw Noel at the bar, flirting with someone else's husband. “Andddd it looks like she's on the prowl for a fifth.”

He looked behind him to see what she did. Shaking his head, he said he better keep his distance. Daphne swore to him she’d protect him. He was hers tonight and she was willing to fight for him. He had nothing to worry about.

Daphne got a peak of Jake’s wallpaper as he checked his phone. There was a picture of a little blond girl in a pink uniform. “Oh, you have a daughter?” She pointed to the picture so he knew what she meant.

“Oh that’s my niece, Callie, she’s eight.” His voice filled with pride as he continued, “She plays for the Petunias, number 21, she's the star of the team. They’re going to the playoffs again this year, I just know it.” 

“You’re one of those uncles that spoil them, fill them with sugar and send them back to their parents, aren’t ya?”

He nodded, “Yes. I. Am.”

“I’m sure your niece adores you. Your sister, maybe not so much,” she giggled. Daphne reached over to grab the last breadstick.

Jake blocked her hand. His voice became deep and gruff, “I'm warning you. I am a lethal killing machine. It was a secret government experiment. They did stuff to me. Spooky stuff. Anal stuff. Turned me into a dangerous telekinetic. As the ancient Tibetan philosophy states: don't start none, wont be none.” He tried to nab the breadstick, but she blocked him. 

“I hate to break it to you, but I fell into a vat of toxic waste. It didn’t kill me. Instead it gave me the ability to shoot laser beams from my eyes that could melt your face off. The authorities have been after me for years.” Her voice turned to a dangerous whisper, “They’ll never catch me. I wouldn’t mess with me if I were you.”

His face lit up, “Wow, this got serious. Guess we have to fight to the death.”

“It’s the only option. Too bad, you're kinda cute.” She brandished her fork, raising her eyebrows in challenge. “Prepare to be destroyed.”

Jake grabbed his own utensil, "Well, say hello to my little friend… En garde!” They began a sword fight with their forks. He quoted various movies in silly voices, while she just kept laughing. “Tonight, we dine in hell!... You’ll never take me alive…Yippee-ki-yay… Your goose is cooked… Oh, oh no. OH NO!” He dramatically crashed his fork into the table, letting her win the battle. "I'm melting! Melting! Oh, what a world! What a world!.. Tell my mother, I love her.” He laid his head on the table and closed his eyes, croaking out, “Rosebud.” He then stuck his tongue out, playing dead.

“Ah, the spoils of war.” Daphne took the breadstick, split it in half, giving part to Jake. “You’re a hell of a fighter, kid.” 

After dinner was over, Jake bobbed his head to the music, broke into song and pulled her onto the dance floor. Daphne couldn’t suppress her snorting laughter at his tone deaf melody. “I see you still sing when you dance.” 

“I sing all the time, baby.” Jake spun her around and started singing louder. Oblivious to the annoyed look of others. He pulled her close, “I have a confession to make; I've always had a pants busting crush on you.”

“Oh, did you now?”

“Ohhh yes. Embarrassing really. So, I was hoping you would have a little sympathy for this giant nerd, and agree to go out with me.” He dipped Daphne, awaiting her answer.

“Yes!” she agreed a little too enthusiastically. They exchanged numbers and made plans for the following week.

Jake told her he was going to call it a night. “I got what I came for.”

Her cheeks were hurting from the almost permanent smile she wore since he arrived. “Ditto.”

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“This is it, the big leagues. The final test. The be-all and end-all. Tell me, little padawan, are you ready?”

Hannah looked between her uncle and his girlfriend. Both sporting her soccer team’s shirts and sprayed pink hair. “You bet I am.” Her uncle high fived her before she ran off to join her teammates on the field. 

Daphne and Jake made their way over to where his sister, Stephanie was seated. She noticed he was getting some nasty looks from a few people. Voicing her concern, Stephanie let her know it was because Jake was banned from a few games for fighting. 

He waved her off, “Don’t listen to Steph. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

Stephanie just rolled her eyes at her brother. Leaning toward Daphne, “Sorry, he gets easily worked up and defensive.” The two women continued chatting about their lives, their old band days, and dishing the dirt on Jake.

Five people sat behind them and greeted Jake. He acknowledged them and proudly introduced her to the other losers. “Guys, this lovely lady right here is my girlfriend, Daphne.” 

Clay looked at their matching pink hair and shirts. “I can see that.” He shook her hand, “I’m Clay.” 

Pooch, his wife, Jolene, and baby Liam were next to welcome Daphne. Aisha made no move to shake hands, but offered a distrusting hello. Cougar was last, wordlessly making heavy eye contact, taking her hand and kissing it.

“Hands off my girl, Cougar,” Jake warned.

Daphne waved it off. “Oh you don't have to worry about him.” Her attention turned to the baby. “This guy, however, has completely stolen my heart,” she cooed at Liam. “He’s so adorable, I can’t stand it.” She was overjoyed when Jolene let her hold him for a while. 

As the game continued, it was hard not to notice the coldness between Aisha and Jake. When she asked him about it, he angrily told her, “That traitor bet against the Petunias last season, and I’ll never forgive her for it.” 

Aisha spoke up, just as irritated. “I shot you and you were fine that same day, but one little bet you won't let go?”

“I know it doesn't make sense, but yes. I'll accept nothing less than unwavering support for the Petunias.” He clapped his hands, shouting “Let's go girls. Let's go girls.”

Shot? Daphne made a mental note to never mess with Aisha. She was a bit afraid of her due to the new information, but the rest of his friends seemed great. 

By the second half, Jake was heated. Frequently standing and screaming at the referee. “What is that?... That is a foul. Are you blind?..  You don’t deserve to wear those stripes… What the fuuu - udgicle.” He swiftly corrected himself before swearing in front of the children.

His girlfriend was no better, shouting along with him. “Go 21, woooo!” Booing, cheering and jeering as the game unfolded. 

Hannah could hear them from the field, they were the loudest there. She just shook her head at them and kept playing. When the game ended, her uncle ran to her and hoisted her onto his shoulders. He carried her all the way back to the car. 

“Alright gang, follow us to Chez Frankfurter,” he announced to the group before peeling away.

The restaurant was packed, the group stuffing themselves into 2 tables. Daphne mentioned that for the next game they all needed giant foam fingers. Jake loved the idea, “Abso-freakin-lutely.” He gave her a kiss and took another bite of his food. “And these hot dogs are de-licious.” 

When it was time to leave, Stephanie looked at her brother, mouthing her approval, ‘I really like her.’

Jake mouthed back, ‘Me too.’

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A year later, Daphne and Jake moved in together. It hadn’t been more than a week before he expressed his interest in getting a pet. His choice in animal concerned her. She was currently blocking the doorway, preventing him from leaving, or so she thought. Jake easily lifted her entire body up and carefully set her to the side. He walked out to his car, stating his intent to buy a pet skunk that he ‘must name Pepé.’

She followed him outside, “What about a cat instead?” 

He shook his head, “Nope. Cats are not to be trusted. Trust me on this. You can trust me, not a cat.” He hopped into the driver’s seat.

Daphne got in on the passenger side, “OG Pepé wanted a cat.”

Jake scoffed, “That's only cause he thought it was a skunk. Identity thieves they are. You only prove my point.”

“A dog then.”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “You can't name a dog Pepé. That's just ridiculous.” 

“I love you, Jake, but there is no way in hell we are getting a skunk.” She crossed her arms in protest.

In the end, the couple purchased a hedgehog, ‘Sir Pepé Spikeball Jensen, the third.’ There was never a first or second, they just liked the way it sounded. He was a perfect addition to their little home. Jake even made him his own Petunia’s shirt. 

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Another year later, Jake was taking Pepé for a walk. He called Daphne, asking her to pick them up. He sprained his ankle and couldn’t make it back on his own. He gave her the address and waited.

Daphne parked in front of the given address. He could have just said it was across the street from their high school. It would have been easier. She got out of the car to help and sure enough, found him sitting on the school steps, holding Pepé on a tiny green leash. 

He handed her the leash, “Here take Sir Pepé, he's an innocent.” Jake moaned and groaned as she tried to help him to his feet. Having too much difficulty, he fell to one knee, grabbing her hand. “You know, I let you walk away the first time before I got to ask you what I wanted to. I’m not making that mistake again.”

Daphne furrowed her brows, confused and concerned.

He gestured around them. “This is where I met you and lost you. And even though it took me a few years, it's also where I found you. I knew without a shadow of doubt that I never wanted to lose you again. So it seemed appropriate that this is where I ask you to be mine.” He smiled up at her, “I want to spend my life with you. I want to grow old and have kids with you… not necessarily in that order.” Jake reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. “Daphne Elizabeth Reyburn, will you marry me?”

She stood there, speechless. Her hand covering her mouth, crying hard. 

Jake was afraid for a moment before he saw her nod. “Yes?”

Daphne nodded faster, too choked up to form words. Jake jumped up and kissed her. As he slid the ring onto her finger, she finally was able to tell him yes. He held her until she stopped crying. Kissing her through the tears, hers and his.

They picked up Pepé and headed to her car. She was worried, “What about your ankle?”

He chuckled, “I’m fine. I only said that to get you here.”

“You’re such a jerk.” Daphne shoved him.

Jake kissed her cheek, “You're still going to marry me right?”

“Of course I am." She looked at him, smiling, in awe of how far they've come. "I love you.”

He smiled back at her, “Love you more.” Pausing, Jake gave a small laugh, "It's a good thing you said yes, because Pepé already bought a tux. It would have been super embarrassing for him to have to return it."

The End

A lot of the dialogue was taken from the movie, go watch it and try to not fall in love with Jake.

A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read. I appreciate you all. I’d love to know your thoughts.

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[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 9

A/N: Part 9 is here y’all! Enjoy! And let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list! 💕💕💕

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity, and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside, until a certain trio appear at your doorstep one day.

Warnings: language, slight mention of past trauma and wounds.

You had already boarded Zemo’s private jet, sitting on the seat across from him while Sam had sat beside you with Bucky across from him. Oeznik had approached you all, asking if you wanted something to eat or drink and sharing a few words with Zemo. You shook your head, politely refusing with a kind smile before staring out the window of the jet and watching the clouds. Even though you had just left your home, you missed everyone there dearly, almost wishing you had the chance to bring Kólasi along. But you knew the local people would not take kindly to a dragon walking their streets. And wherever you were now heading, you had a feeling you were going somewhere you wouldn’t find agreeable.

“So do you have a private jet?” You heard Sam ask you.

“Nah.”

“How come?”

“She has a dragon and a pegasus Sam. I’m pretty sure they are her mode of transportation.” Zemo added.

“Wait. But what if it’s raining or there’s a storm?” Sam turned in his seat to face you, leaning in as he was curious to know how you managed to ride openly through the clouds in a storm.

“Well my father was Zeus, the god of the skies and thunder Sam. A little lightning won’t hurt me.”

“Wouldn’t you be soaked though? That doesn’t sound very comfortable.”

“Yes, well if that’s the case than I can just teleport.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Are you able to teleport others?” Bucky wanted to know, if so, it would be helpful to use that, right?

“I can. But the very first time can be unpleasant.”

“How so?”

“Well try to imagine your molecules separating and joining back together.” You tried to make an example with a motion of your hands. “So that in itself is an unpleasant feeling. You’ll also most likely puke your insides out after your first time. And there are even some rare cases where you might come back......disarranged.”

“What do you mean by disarranged?” Zemo raised his brow, not sure if you meant what he thought you meant. Would you reappear, swapped in each other’s bodies or.......

“Oh you know. Your leg might end up where your arm is supposed to be. Or your head might be sticking out your ass, something like that.” You smirked as you toyed with them, seeing the terrified expressions on everyone’s faces. They were most likely praying you wouldn’t use that ability on them. “I’m kidding, geez. Tough crowd.”

“Kidding about what part?” Bucky remarked.

“The disarrangement part. But in all realness, the only side affects are nausea and vomiting and your body feeling like jello. But you’ll get used to it.”

“Sounds like a blast.” Sam noted. “Please don’t teleport us unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Only if absolutely necessary.” You promised.

“Also, what’s up with all the weapons? Were you some kind of mercenary?” Sam asked you another question as he thought about all the weapons and armor you had in your armory.

“Well I wouldn’t call it that. Mercenaries were for profit and personal interest. I on the other hand went after tyrants and criminals. But I also hunted down monsters that posed a threat to the human population. I guess you could say I dealt with more of the.....supernatural.” You tried to elaborate.

“Monsters?” Sam raised his brow. “Like what?”

“You know, vampires, werewolves, minotaurs, hydras, chimeras, echidnas, sea monsters-“ you started to list off before Sam cut you off.

“Woah woah hang on. Vampires and werewolves? As in like twilight?”

“Hell no. I’m talking vicious flesh eating monsters here that absolutely do not sparkle. I mean, there are still some vampires left that play by the rules and don’t feed on your fellow mortals. But sometimes you’ll have the few that think they can break the rules like a bunch of idiots. Werewolves on the other hand are trickier, don’t get me started on them. But don’t worry, I got a guy, a half-mortal or daywalker, in charge of the supernatural business.”

“Hold up. So you were what? Like a Van Helsing?”

“Welll, Van Helsing was a real person.”

“Are you serious?” Bucky sat up in his seat. “What about Dracula?”

“Oh he was a real pain in the ass I tell you. That slimy bastard tried to seduce me so that he could take all the creatures under my control to do his bidding. Well, as you can see, that obviously didn’t work.”

Before the men could ask any more questions your phone buzzed in your pocket, making you pick it up to see Maze’s name on the front. Your heart skipped a beat for a moment as you stared at the screen, all the negative possibilities running through your head.

“Who is it?” Sam asked you once he noticed your expression.

“It’s Maze.”

“Did something happen?” Bucky inquired, his brows were raised and his voice was filled with concern.

“I hope not.” You accepted the call, lifting your phone to your ear. “Maze?”

“Hekate! It’s Athena!” Maze spoke in a somewhat panicked voice which only added to your nervousness and suspicions.

You shot up from your seat at the tone of her voice and her mentioning your daughter’s name. “What?! What do you mean? Did something happen to her?”

The men watched you with concern, leaning forward in the edge of their seats once they heard your daughter being mentioned. They were ready to rush over to your place right now if need be.

“Well she fell from the tree.”

“She what?!” Your blood ran cold and your heart was pounding in your chest, it felt as if it would burst right through your rib cage. “Maze speak!”

“Okay! Hang on a second. What happened was, she was playing around in her treehouse and tried to climb to the top of the tree. I tried to stop her when I saw what she was doing but she fell straight down.”

You shrieked in panic at what you had just heard. Your knees felt weak and you thought you might pass out but Bucky stood up to give you support, holding you as you gripped on to his metal arm, nearly crushing it in the process. “Is she hurt? Maze you need to tell me!”

Oeznik came in upon hearing your trembling voice, asking if anything was the matter, but Zemo had explained to him that they had it under control and should alert him if anything was needed.

“Well that’s why I’m calling you. She’s totally fine.” Maze replied.

“Wait............wait what?” You shook your head in confusion, not getting what she was talking about.

“I know right? I’m pretty sure there’s supposed to be broken bones and like lots of blood after a fall like that, but she doesn’t even have a scratch on her. She even laughed the whole thing off like some kind of miniature maniac. She nearly gave me a heart attack, and demons don’t get heart attacks. Now is that normal and should I be worried?”

“Uhhh.” You were unable to form words as you tried to figure it out. Was it the protection spell you put over her or was it just her in general? You had kept such a close eye on Athena, making sure she never got hurt, that now that she has been in a situation where she could’ve gotten injured, you didn’t know how to react or what to think. But Maze did say she didn’t have a single scratch or broken bone or any kind of injury. So that must be a good thing.....right?

“Hekate?” You heard Maze on the other line again. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah everything is fine. I was just.....thrown off for a bit. How is she?”

“Oh she’s great! We painted each other’s nails today. She’s taking a nap right now though. Hey, where’s that good shit that you have?”

“Good shit?”

“You know. Your really expensive wine from Olympus that your sibling, the wine god, what’s their name made?”

“Dionysus?”

“Yeah.”

“Umm it’s in the very top cupboard above the sink.”

“Okay thanks. I need a glass after what happened, or a bottle. Bye Hekate!” Maze hung up while you stood there, still surprised to hear Athena was unharmed and feeling almost drained after the whole ordeal.

“Everything okay?” Bucky whispered, his eyes searching your face for any further signs.

You noticed how close he was as he supported you, and you couldn’t help the blush that appeared on your cheeks, averting your gaze from his steel blue eyes. “Yeah, uh thanks.” You let go of his metal arm while he let go of you, allowing you to sit back in your seat.

“So is everything okay with Athena?” You heard Sam ask while you stared at the ground.

“Athena uh fell from the tree.”

“Is she okay?” Zemo asked you, his brows furrowed together.

“Yeah she’s fine, surprisingly. There wasn’t a single scratch on her. Must be the genes.”

Bucky pulled up the sleeve of his metal arm, a surprised chuckle leaving his lips as he saw the dented hand print you left behind. “Geez y/n. What’s with the Hercules grip?”

“Huh?” You looked up at him, glancing down at his arm to see your handprint dented into the vibranium. “Oh shit! I am so sorry! Let me fix that.” With a wave of your hand and a swirl of violet around your fingers, you fixed the dent in Bucky’s arm as if nothing ever happened to it.

Once Sam saw that you were completely fine, he turned to Zemo. “So, why don’t you tell us about where we’re going?”

“I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” Zemo pulled out a small leather book which looked like the exact same one Steve had.

You jolted back in your chair as Bucky charged at Zemo, grabbing him by the neck and snatching the book back.

Your eyes widened at the commotion in front of you. “Yo! Can you guys chill out?”

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky threatened him before going back to his seat.

“I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”

“Don’t push it.”

“I’ve seen that book.” Sam commented. “It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?”

“I like 40s music, so....”

“You didn’t like it?” Sam gave him an offended look.

“I liked it.”

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Zemo elaborated to the conversation.

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”

“I like Marvin Gaye.” James responded.

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye. And y/n likes him too, don’t you y/n?” Sam now turned to you.

“Hm? Oh yeah, he’s great! Hendrix was pretty awesome too. Saw him in Woodstock, super chill dude to jam out on the guitar with by the way. I may or may not have dropped acid there.” You added the last part to yourself, though Sam overheard it and gave you a judgmental look, to which you looked at him, mouthing how it was only one time.

“You must have really looked up to Steve.” Zemo voiced. “But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.”

“Watch your step, Zemo.”

“They become symbols.” Zemo continued to make his point. “Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull?”

As Zemo spoke, you thought about how many of your people looked up to your father and brother, and even Hera. How many of them saw them as their beloved gods and saviors, these righteous and glorious beings. But you were there and witnessed what happened behind closed doors, you were a product of that, a product of their faults and imperfections. And as those memories came rushing back to you, so did the pain of the scars it left behind. You could still feel the tenderness of the long scar on your face left by Ares, and the number of ones that were scattered on your back like a pile of jagged twigs, leaving behind a grisly form of artwork.

“That is why we’re going to Madripoor.” Zemo finished.

You lifted your head up at the mention of the place, jerking your head towards Zemo. Well you were right about how you weren’t going to like the new destination.

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[kjhmyg]

rough edges pt. 6 (m)

pairing: jungkook | (f) reader genre: college!au, badboy!jk, fluffy too :(  warnings: mentions of drugs, unprotected sex, cursing, violence, alcohol, drinking, death, manhandling, college parties, boys lol  word count: 10.7K

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author’s note: hello i love u. first of all welcome to  ♡ libra season ♡ sorry this took so long; it feels kinda short so maybe i’ll post a short 1k chapter next week (part 6.5). i wrote the last half of the last part like an hour ago i hope i didnt make any big grammatical errors or typos lol. also dedicating this to my friend haru who i miss loads.

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What was a red mark on Jungkook’s cheek, has now turned purple-ish. He promises it doesn’t hurt anymore but you notice him mindlessly touching it at times. So you kiss it very gently each time you say goodbye and he doesn’t stop you.

With one arm around over the back of your chair, he’s feeding himself fries with the other. You lean against his shoulder, watching as he nibbles away. “Can’t keep your eyes off me huh?” He mutters.

“You know I can’t.” You admit, giggling into quick, continuous pecks. He lingers on a little longer on the last one like he always does.

“Will you guys save it for the bedroom?” Jimin asks, face twisted in disgust. He doesn’t really care, but it’s fun to tease Jungkook. “Gross.”

“Gross is you dipping fries in your coke.” Hana shakes her head at the soaked fry between his thumb and index finger.

"Don't be mad you don't have refined taste in food like me." He shoots back. “A soaked fry has equal parts sweet and salty.”

“You’re just gross.”

Hana’s realised it doesn’t take much to get under his skin and is enjoying every bit of it. The irony is that it always starts with Jimin trying to get under Jungkook’s skin. Next to Jimin, Taehyung’s phone has his undivided attention. In fact, he’s been rather quiet today, spending the last five minutes or so frowning at his screen.

“Tae, you alright?”

“No.” He sighs, finally looking up. “I have to get a job.”

“...And?”

“Well I don’t want to.” He says simply. “Can’t believe my parents are cutting off my allowance because I spend too much.” He uses air quotes.

Except for Jimin, the rest of you only manage blank stares, unable to sympathise with his first world problem. "Yeah, I’m sure those thousand dollar Balenciaga sneakers you got last week have nothing to do with it.” Jungkook says.

“Jungkook. They were limited edition.”

“A thousand dollars?” You say. “What the hell dude.”

“Okay can we stop talking about the past and focus on the present?” Leaning back against his chair and looking into the distance, Jimin places a comforting hand on his shoulder

“Don’t worry, we’ll find you a nice job.” Jimin says and he lets out a tiny whine, throwing his head back.

That’s when it hits you. You have no idea how, but it does. And you have no idea if it’ll work but you’re doing it anyway.

A clueless Hana raises a brow in question at the sudden look of mischief you give her. She braces herself for whatever you’re about to do, equally curious and worried. “Actually, you should apply at our café.” You say to Taehyung.

“They’re hiring?”

“Well not yet.” Turning back to her, you widen your eyes slightly, prompting Hana to play along. She quickly does, noticing Jungkook watching her over your shoulder. “I’m leaving soon so they’ll definitely need a replacement.”

“You’re quitting?” Jungkook asks, sitting up straight. “What happened?”

“Nothing.” The little head shake you give isn’t enough to convince him. “I just wanna work somewhere else. Anyway, you’d like working there Tae. It’s nice.” The other boy perks up, seemingly interested.

Hana agrees, explaining the details of your work and what it’s like there. While they talk, Jungkook squeezes your shoulder to get your attention, “Are you sure nothing happened? Creeps harassing you again?”

“No, really.” You say, hand over his cheek. “I just want a change of environment. The job’s getting boring.”

The worry in his eyes gradually disappears as he seems to accept it. He gives a soft okay for now. Looking away, you let out a silent sigh of relief. On the inside, the rational side of you is yelling her head off. What possessed you to decide to quit your job for no good reason? This plan is banking on the chance that Jungkook will let you join him at the club. Which when you think about it, is very unlikely to happen.

Yet, another part of you is excited. Your mind is in a frenzy. Convincing yourself you’ll figure the details out later, you silently thank Taehyung and his Balenciagas for handing you this opportunity.

"Oh hey, we better get going." Jimin says, looking at the time on his phone. "We'll see you guys tonight?"

The girls of Eta Iota are hosting a party tonight. Naturally, the boys get invited and by association, you too. Sunhee’s cashing in on your promise of taking her to one, so you have to go even if it’s just to hang around for a while then leave. You part ways with Jimin and Tae as Jungkook gives Hana and you a ride back. He walks with you to the lobby of your place, where you tell Hana to head up first.

Right by the stairwell, he leans against the wall and holds you in his arms, between his legs. “Are you sure you wanna quit your job?”

"Yessss, I’m sure. I wanna work somewhere else." Resting your chin on his chest, you look up at him. "It's cute that you're worried about me."

“Of course I am.” He kisses the top of your head. “I’ll help you keep a lookout for places that are hiring.”

You smile gleefully up at him. Oh, he’s going to help you get a new job alright. Just not in the way he’s thinking. Already, you feel bad for lying to him. But you keep telling yourself you’re doing this for him.

He doesn’t let you go so easily when you try and remove yourself, not giving up his hold on you. When you pry his hands off, he tugs you right back in, locking you in his arms as kisses land all over your face. “Stop,” you laugh, “someone might see us.” But you don’t look around to check for anyone. He doesn’t care either.

He lifts you up easily, wrapping your legs around him. Switching positions, you now feel the cool wall against your back. “Should we skip the party tonight?” He asks, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“You have to go. It’s part of your fraternity sorority socialising thingy thing.” He rolls his eyes at that. “Plus, I promised Sunhee I’d go with her.”

"Fine. But I’m only going ‘cause you’re going."

“So I’ll see you there, okay?” He nods in response as his hold on you loosens. A peck on the cheek and you’re going up the stairs, one step at a time, hand still holding on to his. As it slips away, he squeezes his chest with his other hand and groans in mock pain.

“Silly,” you mutter between giggles. He breaks character and skips up the steps to get another kiss from you. At this rate he would never leave.

“Jungkook seriously,” you say against his lips, leaning back to separate yourself from him, “you should go now. I’ll see you later anyway.”

He complies and lets you go, but not without releasing a very dramatic sigh. You hurry up the steps before he changes his mind, looking down over the railing as you go, waving your goodbye.

𝄖𝄖

Purple, purple everywhere. The Etas had decided to do their rush party while celebrating their anniversary. Which explains why the decorations are of their ‘official’ colour. Purple balloons, cups, banners, napkins.

“This is so fun!” Sunhee squeals, coming up to hug you from behind. “I’ve made a bunch of new friends!” She squeals again and hurries off elsewhere, leaving you and Hana once again.

“I’m glad she’s enjoying herself.” Hana comments, taking a sip of her drink.

“Aren’t you?” You nudge her side. “You’ve had like four guys come up and give you their number. Don’t act like you’re not having fun.”

“I guess I’m havin’ a lil’ fun…” she mumbles towards the end, sipping on her drink with a tiny smile. She’s holding up much better than you thought she would. Much better than you at least, she doesn’t seem too bothered by the constant yelling.

There’s no reason to worry about Sunhee. She’d clung on to you earlier when you arrived together as promised, like you’re her ticket in. As soon as you passed through the doors, a couple of girls from the host house came up to greet you. While it was a little awkward for you, Sunhee saw her chance and took it. She’s been hanging out with them since.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Hana asks. She’s still unsure about your plan. You had gotten an earful from her earlier on, back at the apartment. Only after you promised, pinky promised and swore you’d be safe, did she finally calm down.

“Somewhere.” It’s crowded enough to not be able to see the other end of the room. You crane your neck to see better. “Don’t know if I can find him with all these people around.”

“Go.” Her pretty, long eyelashes flutter over her eyes as she looks at you. “Don’t worry about me.”

You’re hesitant to leave, but she reiterates that she’d be fine and you finally nod, much to her relief. She has Jimin and Taehyung with her anyway, she says, nodding over to the pair a few feet away.

Before disappearing into the crowd, you turn back to let her know you might not see her for the rest of the night. But she’s read your mind, waving her hands at you. “You’ll be with Jungkook, I know.”

“Text me when you get home. I love you.” You blow her a kiss and watch her roll her eyes, then push through bodies of people to get to a different part of the house. There’s way too many people here. Most of them tower at least a head over you, disrupting your view. Your phone vibrates just as you enter the biggest room of the house which gives you a little more maneuvering space than the previous one.

Jungkook: u look great

Slowly, you turn in the spot you’re in, paying close attention to each section of the room.

Jungkook: i like pink

Jungkook: ur ass looks great in those jeans btw

You: reveal yourself  

He doesn’t respond and you continue to wander around, until you reach a short hallway separating the kitchen area from the previous room. With more room to breathe, you decide to stay put knowing Jungkook won’t keep this up for long anyway. And you’re right.

"Looking for me?" His hot breath tickles your ear.

Spinning around, you're greeted by his wide grin and immediately hate how good he looks in a simple white tee with his house name, Kappa Sigma embedded on the left chest, and tucked into black jeans, "Hey you." He tastes like fruit punch when you kiss him.

Your bodies sway slightly to the music with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck. He reaches behind, pulling something out of his back pocket and holds it up in front of you. “Lollipop?”

“It’s...purple.” You take it from him, observing its odd colour, wondering if this was even necessary.

“I know.” He chuckles. “They really go all out.”

You shrug, unwrapping the sweet and pop it in your mouth. “So, you wanna get out of here?” He asks.

“But I thought you liked parties,” you blink, “socialising, hooking up.”

“I know you’re making fun of me but it’s kinda hot when you talk like that.” He eyes the way your lips wrap around the lollipop, unconsciously mirroring the movement of your tongue licking the layer of sugar off your lips, suddenly going thirsty.

You shove him in the chest and he laughs, stepping back. “I’ve been here less than an hour.” You say. Although, it’s not like you were planning to stay long anyway. You know that, he knows that.

“You won’t miss a thing, trust me.” He hooks an arm over your shoulder. “Besides, we can get started on the hooking up part.” He winks.

You leave through the back, avoiding the large crowd up front. You quickly send a text to Hana to let her know you’re leaving. Out on the lawn, you walk past a group of guys drunkenly singing to their heart's content and you flash them a thumbs up despite how horrible they sound.

The Eta Iota house is just a few houses down from the boys’ and you walk back hand in hand, swinging your arms as you go. Jungkook watches your smile, and the way you laugh when your arms swing so far back that it throws you off balance and you almost fall. “You look good.” He says, softly.

“I know, you told me.” You say without sparing him a glance. “I look good in pink. And these jeans are good for my ass.”

“No.” His voice is as soft as his smile. Looking at him then, you notice the tender look in his eyes. “I mean you look good when you’re happy. It’s nice. Does that make sense? I don’t know.”

Your heart leaps at the way he looks away almost shyly, focusing entirely on the ground as he walks, his other hand in his pocket. You close the gap between you and kiss him on the cheek. “I’m always happy when I’m with you.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you too.”

The rest of the short walk back goes in comfortable silence, you still lightly swinging your arms. But as you reach the front of the house, Jungkook pauses. It surprises you when he decides to take a walk in the park instead. You give him curious glances along the way, wondering what’s gotten into him. It’s a ten minute walk from his place to a park that’s your go-to for impromptu date nights.

You walk past groups of people hanging around, laughing with food on large picnic mats. Finally you opt for an empty space on the grass, not too far away from others there but secluded enough to have some privacy.

“Oh my god, look at the clouds.” They’re big and fluffy, floating through the dark sky. “I wish we could see the stars. That’d be perfect.”

Jungkook follows your gaze. “There are places where you can do that you know.”

“Yeah, I’d love to go one day.” You say with a heavy sigh.

“We could go together.” Jungkook says, making you look at him. “Like a vacation.”

“Aw. I’d love that.”

He smiles sweetly, then turns in place to face you. “I went to look for places which were hiring earlier.”

“You did? Why?”

“Aren’t you...quitting your job?” He looks at you confused. “Unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“Yeah but, there’s no rush.”

“Just wanna make sure you have something to fall back on.” He says, checking his phone. “So, the bakery right next to the cafe is hiring.”

“Jungkook,” you laugh, “I can’t quit and then take up a job next door!”

“I know but, just in case.” He goes on, looking upwards as he recalls. “The school’s also looking for a part-time librarian⎼”

“Baby no, that’s so boring.” You groan. “I thought I’d look for something more...exciting. Like a routesetter maybe?”

“I didn’t know you rock climb?”

“Oh I don’t.” He looks at you with a blank expression on his face. “What? I can learn to!”

"You're weird." He shakes his head and taps your nose. "Why would you wanna go out of your way for a part time job?"

"Cause...it's fun?"

"Even you don't believe that."

"You're right." The wheels in your head turn at full speed, trying to make this as natural as possible. You have to be careful, Jungkook's way too attentive when it comes to you. "Okay, I'll be honest."

He perks up. Face filled with curiosity, as if ready to say I knew it, that something was up, and that you wouldn't leave your job over nothing.

"I'm quitting because…" You gulp. "I want to spend more time with you."

"What?"

"Don't be mad." You add in quickly. "I just thought that I'd get to have more time to spare for you if I wasn't always working."

Eyes closed, he lets out a sigh and drops his head with a little shake. The small smile and amused look in his eyes makes you smile too. “Are you serious? Are you running a fever?” He places the back of his palm against your forehead and then checks the pulse on your wrist.

“I’m fine.” You snatch your hand back.

“The Y/N I know wouldn’t make impulsive decisions like this.” He quirks a brow, “You know you need that job. How else will you pay rent? Get groceries? You don’t ever let me pay for anything.”

“I’ll find a job with less hours.”

“Less hours, less pay.” He lifts your chin up, pouty lips calling him in. “Don’t be silly baby, you’re not leaving your job.”

“Too late.”

“What d’you mean?”

“I...may have...emailed my resignation...earlier on.”

He groans and you cringe when he shoots you a look of disapproval. You give your best kicked puppy look which doesn’t work. “This doesn’t happen often but I’m really mad at you right now.”

“Don’t be.” You scoot closer and when he turns his head away, you move onto his lap, forcing him in an embrace. “I’ll find something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Go back to work tomorrow and speak to your manager. Tell him you’ve changed your mind.” He asks seriously. “I’ll go and have coffee during every one of your shifts so we’re technically spending time together.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m the silly one?”

“Okay fine, I’m sorry.” You sigh. “I didn’t think things through…”

“You’re damn right you didn’t.” He rests his head in his palm. “So, what are you gonna do now?”

“Spend more time with you?” You inch even closer, if it’s even possible with how you’re already sticking to him like glue. He doesn’t reply right away but squeezes you in his hold, resting his cheek on your head. “Are you still angry?”

“Yes.”

You lift your head off him for a kiss. When he sighs this time, he feels the anger dissipating. At the same time he curses the way his body betrays him when it comes to you. You can barely tell he’s upset with the way he responds so eagerly. The pleased look you give him after has him rolling his eyes. “You can’t be mad at me. I’m cute.”

“True.” He leans back, hands on the grass behind him. “But, we are going to look for job postings online tonight.”

“But mom!” You whine, folding your arms in front of you.

“No buts.”

“Not even my butt?” Blinking innocently at him, you add in a little head tilt until he breaks and starts grinning. “Thought you liked my butt.”

He falls onto the grass, laughing in disbelief and you steady yourself on his chest. “What has gotten into you?” He says, watching as you hover over him. “You’re acting so weird.”

“No I’m not. I’m just happy, like you said.” You kiss him on the nose. “You’re the weird one. Nagging at me about getting a job. Being a responsible adult and stuff.”

He flips over, switching your positions so that he’s hovering over you now. Almost immediately, you’re distracted by how dreamy he looks with the view of the night sky behind him. You run your thumb over one side of his cheek. “You did this to me. Plus I’m just looking out for you.”

“I know. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry. I can pull some strings and get you a job somewhere fun.”

He rolls over to your side and lets you rest your head under his arm, both of you watching the sky. You shift even closer, slinging one leg over his and draw circles on his chest. “Hey I mean, worse comes to worst, I could always come and work for you.”

Surprisingly, he laughs. Really hard. You lift yourself up and rest on your elbow to watch him. “Nice one.” He sighs. Then he notices the way you’re looking at him, face void of expression and brows up in question. “What? You were serious?”

“Slightly offended that you thought it was that funny but yes, I was.”

He raises a brow at you. “You? Want to work at a club? Doing what?”

“Bartender? Cleaner?”

“Don’t even joke about that, our cleaners are our most valuable staff. They clean, sanitise, then double sanitise, wipe up vomit, make sure the booths aren’t lined with nasty fluids.”

Your face twists in horror and he nods, proving his point. “Okay...fine so I’m not qualified enough for that. But bartending? I can do that.”

“No.”

“Why?”

He gets up and you follow. He ruffles the back of his head and dusts of the grains on his hands. “Baby, you’re not working there. I won’t allow it.”

“But𝄖”

“Y/N, I said no.” There was no room to argue, not even cheekily. He didn't raise his voice, but the tone he took was enough. Easing the firm stare he gave you as he said it, he turns his attention to his phone as it beeps.

𝄖𝄖

"Lucky for you, I told the manager you just needed a break to focus on school," Hana yawns, pulling up the blanket to her face, "you can come back anytime."

"You want me to give up?"

"Only because your plan is dangerous."

"Hana, I'm not giving up."

She sighs, turning over to the other side. “Let’s talk tomorrow. I’m tired.”

You push yourself off her bed and sit on the edge, thinking. Quietly, you pull open the drawer by her bed, fumbling around until you feel what you’re looking for. The little paper you tore out of Jungkook’s notebook. When he started sleeping over, you had asked Hana to keep it safe for you. You stare at the address. You hadn’t gotten round to visiting the place, especially since you don’t even know what you’re looking for.

“Turn off the light when you leave, will you?” Hana mumbles half-asleep.

You leave the piece of paper and close the drawer.

𝄖𝄖

Two days later, you’re back at his place. The guys are all over, making sure the house is ready for a party tonight. Each of them were assigned different tasks to settle to save time. When you arrived, Hoseok made sure to separate Jungkook from you, for the sake of efficiency, so you’re stuck in the kitchen with Jimin. Helping him with the cleaning, you listen mindlessly as he rambles on about something. He yells at every guy that enters and tries to steal some snacks but sneaks some into his mouth when no one’s looking.

Just as you’re done wiping down the chip bowls, Jungkook walks in with dark stains all over his shirt and face. He chugs down half a bottle of orange juice from the fridge before opening a bag of gummies placed on the table for the party which has Jimin groaning.

“What happened to you?”

“Car oil needed changing. Cleaned up under the hood too.”

“What?” Jimin shrieks. “You were working on your car this entire time?”

“Yeah?”

“While the rest of us were preparing for the party? Unbelievable!” He huffs, “You were supposed to fix the first floor bathroom⎼”

Jungkook signals for him to stop, holding up a palm. “Fine, I’ll go do it now.” He reaches out for your hand and continues to nod at everything Jimin says as he tags you along, the nagging fading away as you run upstairs.

“You should really go and help out.” You say, plopping down on his bed with a bounce.

Jungkook hums, “I will. Later.”

Sniffing the shirt he has on, he lets out a disapproving grunt. He removes it in one swoop and tosses it into a basket. You watch quietly as he steps closer, eyes fixed on yours. He leans forward and your hands grip the sheets as you lean back, looking at him expectantly. Then his arm moves past your head and reaches for another shirt on the bed, behind you. He snickers and you slap his shoulder.

“I’m leaving.”

“Aw, come on, don’t go.” He jumps into bed and grabs you. He leans on his side, propped up on his elbow, hand on your middle.

“I have to get some groceries.” You play with his hair. “Then I’m gonna freshen up and come back here in time for the party.”

“Great, I’ll drive you.”

“No, you stay. Fix the bathroom.”

“But I don’t want to.” He groans, and rolls over onto you. Almost naturally, your legs wrap around him and he starts kissing your neck, moving down to your chest, pulling down your shirt. You stop him, giggling. “Why do you always wanna leave when we kiss?” He frowns.

“Why do you always kiss me when I’m leaving?”

“‘Cause I don’t want you to leave."

The smell of your skin makes him smile. It smells like...home.

You feel his weight slowly get heavier on you as his body relaxes and melts into yours, nestling his face into your neck. He almost drifts to sleep with the way you’re rubbing his back. When you ruffle his hair, he lifts his head and claims a kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too. Kookie.”

You giggle as he drops his face in the space between your neck and shoulder. Groaning, he recalls the night Suga found out about the nickname. He has since, constantly used it on Jungkook whenever he can. “He’s never letting that go. Thanks a lot.”

“I’m sorry.” You laugh, chest moving under him. “I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was saying.”

Supporting his weight on one arm, he hovers above you while his free hand brushes past the side of your face. “You don’t remember anything you said that night?”

“No.” That can’t be good. You scan his face. “Why? Did I say something weird?”

“No. Just wondering.” He says gently, expression slowly changing into a smile that makes you forget you were even worried a second ago. “Don’t get drunk anymore. Suga likes you way too much when you’re drunk.”

“Does he?” You laugh, cupping his face. If Suga likes you, you can use this to your advantage. You can’t wait to tell Hana your plan worked.

When Jungkook hears the sound of his name being called from somewhere around the house, he groans and sinks into you again. You push him off you with much difficulty, laughing as he keeps plopping back down into you.

“Okay, they need you. I’m leaving so you can focus. I’ll come back later.” You say, when you finally manage to escape. Reluctantly, he follows behind as you walk down the stairs.

Just as you reach the bottom of the steps, you’re being pulled to the side, against the wall where he corners you into, hands on either side. “I’ll be waiting, so you better show up.” Down your back, up your front, his hands run over your body till they rest just under your jaw, making you lift your chin towards him. Breath hitching in your throat, he carefully brings his lips to yours, teasing a soft touch. Then he lets go.

He smiles like nothing happened and you catch your breath before racing to the front door. You hear a soft chuckle and turn to see him winking at you as he goes in the other direction. Hearing voices from the kitchen where the meeting has started, you quickly close the door behind you, ignoring the pulsing between your thighs.

𝄖𝄖

With a basketful of groceries, you stroll through the store, looking for anything you might have missed out. As you walk, you notice from afar, standing right in front of the refrigerated section your new friend Namjoon. You head straight for him, a little bounce in your step. When you stop right next to him, he turns slowly and carefully.

“Oh. It’s you.” He says as he realises.

“Getting some groceries?” You ask, looking at the shelf then back at him.

“Oh just,” he lifts up a bottle of juice, “getting my orange juice. I see you’re getting your monthly supply. You alone?”

“Yeah I am.” You nod, “My roommate’s busy with school stuff.”

“Right.” He smiles, then it seems like a thought comes to him. “Hey, you’re going for the party tonight right?”

“What? How’d you know about that?” You look at him confused.

“I have friends too you know.”

“But, you can’t come. You’re technically faculty.” You say, putting down your basket to fold your arms in front of you and stare him down. “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”

He chuckles, then points and holds up a finger in front of you. “Actually, I’m an external instructor. So technically, I’m not faculty.”

“How convenient.” You eye him down.

“Fine, fine.” He sighs. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to a party, okay? I just wanna mingle.”

“Hm.” You chew on your bottom lip. Seems genuine enough. You can’t help but wonder if he’s there for something else. How will that go down with Jungkook? “An instructor looking to mingle with his students...definitely no red flags there.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Come on, I’m not that much older than you. And I’m not that kinda person.”

“That’s what they all say.” You shrug. “Well, I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

“Cool.” He winks. “I’ll see you tonight.”

He walks off way too quickly, like he’s avoiding something and heads straight for the checkout counter. Of course you know why he’d go to a college party; the perfect place to sell his drugs. You can’t figure out if you should let Jungkook know about Namjoon. But then again, he almost always knows what’s going on. And he’d be uneasy knowing you know so much.

You pick up your basket off the floor and head for checkout yourself. Barely making ten steps, you notice someone leaning against the side of a shelf, watching you with his arms crossed, mischievous smile on his face. Your other new friend. How coincidental.

“Suga.” You say, a tone way too excited for his liking but he nods anyway. You walk over to him and stand awkwardly before him, holding your basket with both hands in front of you. “Hi.”

“Hey cutie.” He searches for someone behind you. “Where’s Jungkook?”

“Oh he’s back at home.” You smile. “They’re getting ready for rush week. And the party tonight.”

“Am I invited?”

“Oh, um…” You can tell he’s joking, but you can’t be too sure. How interesting would it be to have Jungkook, Namjoon and Suga in one place. You wonder what would happen if they met.

You chuckle nervously without giving an answer and he shrugs it off. “I was kidding.”

“I guess you can come if you want to.” You say with a tiny shrug. “I’m sure Jungkook won’t mind.”

He changes the subject almost immediately, offering to help you carry your basket, which you politely decline. He walks with you to the counter. “So who was that guy you were talking to?”

Oh, he’s an instructor from school and also the new drug dealer in town. “Oh him? He’s the new self-defense instructor on campus.”

“Really?” He looks amused, and bites his bottom lip in a half-smile. “Cool. And you guys are friends?”

“Yeah. Kinda.” You place your basket on the counter and help the cashier to unload the items to scan. You don’t notice the way Suga laughs silently to himself, shaking his head.

“You know what, I gotta go.” Suga says, walking backwards towards the exit. You don’t even manage to reply to him before he takes off. “Let’s drink again sometime soon!”

𝄖𝄖

Hana is less than pleased to know about your run-ins. She looks at you with daggers in her eyes. “You have to stop this. He obviously knows your plan."

"Stop overreacting. How could he possibly know that?"

She shrugs. The loud music drowns out your voices from being overheard by those around you. "It's hard to believe it was a coincidence running into him.” She says and you sigh, choosing to ignore her.

The last you saw Jungkook, he was laughing away with a group of people. You didn’t want to bother him, he’d be busy anyway trying to get freshies on his side. But it’s been a while and now you don’t see him anywhere.

While Hana mingles, you go off to look for him. In the kitchen, you find Jimin doing shots of something that doesn’t look edible with a bunch of guys cheering him on. But no Jungkook. You peek out on the deck out back but he’s not there either. A hand on the sliding doors, you sigh and step out into the courtyard, breathing in air that doesn’t smell like sweat.

You pause when you step down the stairs and spot something, squinting at the sight of two guys in the far end of the backyard, right by the bush-lined fence. Recognising that jacket, you realise one of them is Jungkook. He then pulls something out of his pocket and shakes hands with the other guy. You turn back before he spots you. Probably just a polite handshake. Maybe with an old friend. Yup.

Step back inside, you’re being stopped by a hand on your arm. “You look flustered.” He says.

“Hi Hoseok.” You force a smile. “It’s warm in here.”

His eyes flicker over to the backyard and back at you. “This is what he does at parties. It’s how he distributes them.”

“So?” You look around uncomfortably.

“I know you don’t like it either.” He stops you before you can reply. “Can you meet me outside in ten minutes? It’s important.”

“You’re already here, what is it? No one’s paying any attention to us anyway.”

“I can’t.”

The sceptical look you give him has him feeling restless. “Trust me, it’s very important.”

From the tone of his voice, he sounds sincere. You don’t want to, but do you want to risk not knowing something that could help you help Jungkook? You hate this. After a long pause, you nod reluctantly. “Fine.”

Neither of you realised the two figures approaching until they’re walking up the steps. Hoseok and you share a look, as if pleading to the other to act normal. As they reach the door, you see now that Jae is the other guy. He greets you as he walks past, then blends into the crowd. Behind him, Jungkook spares you a curious look at the little exchange. He then notices Hoseok’s presence.

“What’s going on?” He looks back and forth at the two of you. “You look upset.”

“Hm? Oh no, I’m fine.” You muster up your best smile. “We were just talking about the guy who puked in the sink earlier.”

“Speaking of which, I should go make sure he’s not puking elsewhere.” Hoseok says, taking his leave.

You can’t tell if Jungkook bought that but he doesn’t question it. His demeanour changes as soon as Hoseok leaves, directing his attention on you. “He wasn’t bothering you, was he?”

“No.” You smile. “I ran into him while looking for some food.”

“Oh⎼”

He doesn’t get a chance to continue when someone he knows slaps him on the back. They chat for a while as he keeps you close next to him, even when you try to pry his fingers off. The other guy drags him somewhere but before he goes, he turns to you. “Grab some food and meet me upstairs, I’ll just be a second.” He winks, stealing a kiss.

“You don’t have to. I’ll just come find you later on it’s fine𝄖”

“You’re not getting rid of me babe.” He jokes and you let out an awkward laugh as he goes.

You haven’t mastered being in two places at once, you’re not a ninja. And in a few minutes, Hoseok will be waiting for you outside. And Jungkook upstairs. You groan, searching the cabinets for some snacks before heading up to Jungkook’s room.

That’s when you notice a familiar blond head among the crowd you. It distracts you. You could’ve sworn that was Suga. But too many people are blocking your line of sight. As you reach the spot you had possibly seen him, he’s gone. You don’t have time to think about this. Swiftly, you run up the steps and head right for Jungkook’s door. And of course, a familiar face exits the washroom on the same floor.

“Namjoon.”

“Why do you look so surprised to see me?” He raises a brow with a playful smile on his face. “I told you I was coming.

You shake your head and look behind you. “Nothing I was just⎼”

“Hogging all the snacks?” He gestures towards the food you’re cradling in your arms and you laugh.

“There’s more downstairs.” You reassure him.

As if on cue, footsteps move swiftly up the stairs and you glance behind to find Jungkook halfway up, a cautious look on his face as he approaches you. Namjoon nods politely. For a moment it’s like you can no longer hear the music blasting, enveloped by the awkward silence.

“Uh, Jungkook this is Namjoon.” You notice the way his jaw clenches as he takes Namjoon’s outstretched hand in his. “And this is Jungkook.”

“The boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” He flashes a blinding smile Jungkook’s way.

“Likewise.”

Namjoon reads the room well and you’re thankful for it. He excuses himself, saving you from having to grease the conversation any further. “See you guys around.” He says, leaving.

Jungkook opens the door for you and you drop the snacks on his table. His fingers immediately wrap around you, lifting you up and throwing you onto the bed. “Finally." He mutters pulling you in.

You giggle nervously as he kisses you all over, pulling away from him. He shoots you a confused look. "Wait I...need the toilet."

He throws his head back but moves aside to let you go. "Okay. I'll wait."

Hurrying out, you close the door and run downstairs, rushing past the sea of bodies to the front door. Once outside, you look around scanning the few faces there for him. Hoseok stands around the corner at the side of the house and calls out your name.

The front and back of the house is well lit, but not the sides. Both of you stand in the shadows by the wall, waiting for him to speak. But he doesn't, instead, he looks around anxiously.

"Hoseok, what is it? You said this is important!" You hiss. "I can't be too long, Jungkook's waiting for me."

"Just give him a second, he'll be here."

"Who?"

"He's here." His eyes focus on a man wearing a navy sweatshirt, hoodie pulled up so you can't really see who it is. He only pulls it down when he joins you in the shadows.

"Hi."

"Y/N, this is Seokjin. He works with my friend."

"Oh. Hello." You watch him curiously. If you could describe a smile as being trustworthy, it would be his.

"Thanks for meeting me," he starts, "I’ll make it quick. It's about a case I'm sure the two of you are familiar with. Actually, I'm here to speak to you, Y/N."

"Me?" You ask, worrying.

"As you know we have an agent working undercover. He's seen you around and since you know about this operation, he’s worried you might get too close, given your relationship with one of the suspects involved. We want to make sure you stay out of it as much as possible."

"But I'm not doing anything to jeopardise the operation."

"We know." He nods, "But still, we have to emphasise that these people are dangerous. You do not want to get involved. You shouldn’t know about this operation in the first place, but nothing we can do about that now.”

Hoseok’s eyes downcast and hands hide in his pockets, knowing he wasn’t supposed to reveal anything to you. “He’s okay right?” He asks softly.

“He’s fine. He personally contacted me to speak with you. And he’s sorry he hasn’t answered his phone, it’s too risky.”

“Who’s this guy again? Do I know him?” You ask.

“You already know too much as it is. I can’t reveal the name of our agent. We can’t risk him getting exposed, it could cost him his life.”

Silence ensues. It’s uncomfortable to think about how someone could literally die from an unfortunate slip of the tongue. You wait for someone to diffuse the tension. Hoseok looks like he’s in thought, opening his mouth to speak then stopping. Seokjin beats him to it. “In case it’s not clear enough, your plan ends here Y/N.”

How does he⎼ oh. So that’s why Hoseok looks troubled. You stare him down and mutter through clenched teeth. “You told him.”  

“I didn’t mean to!” He spits out. “When Seokjin called me earlier, I got reminded of you. I had to tell him. And I know you wouldn’t listen to me anyway, so I got him to come here.”

“Listen. I just want to help Jungkook, that’s all.” You sigh. “I promise I won’t get in the way.”

“I get it. Hoseok’s explained it to me.” It’s Seokjin’s turn to sigh. “Doesn’t matter what your intentions are, it’s best if you stay away.”

You look helplessly over at Hoseok, then reluctantly agree with a nod. “I’ll try.”

“No, you see, this isn’t a request. It’s an order. There is a chance you’ll get convicted as part of the group if you don’t keep your distance. Is that what you want?”

“No. But𝄖”

“Good, so we’re on the same page.”

“No, we’re not.” Huffing, you step closer to him. “I’m not doing this for fun. I’m trying to get my boyfriend out of there.”

“I understand. But there’s no telling what could happen. Let us handle it. If he’s innocent, then you don’t have anything to worry about. The most important thing here is that you don’t end up getting caught up in the mess. Do you really want to be associated with criminals?”

“Jungkook’s not a criminal.”

Seokjin holds up his hands in a surrender. “That’s not what I meant.”

Hoseok gulps, gently touching your arm. “Y/N please. Let them handle it.”

“I am letting them handle it.” You say stubbornly before turning back to Seokjin. “Look, I’m just here for Jungkook. Tell that to your guy. I won’t stand in the way of the operation.”

“You do know that this is all off the record?” Seokjin starts, “That means even though our undercover, as well as I, am aware that you’re not involved, if by any chance you’re caught with drugs or anything illegal at the time of the raid, you might get convicted. There will be no records to show that you’re innocent.”

“I understand.”

“Alright.” Seokjin pulls his hoodie back up. Now you can only faintly see the bottom half of his face. “Take care. Remember, no one else can know about this.”

He takes off in quick steps, round the corner and down the street. Hoseok fidgets in his spot, trying to find the right words. “I didn’t make him do this to scare you or anything. Promise.”

“I know, Hoseok.” You smile softly. “But you get it right? Why I’m doing this?”

“Yeah...” he trails off for a moment, then continues. “You saw him earlier didn’t you?”

“I did.” You shake your head with a sigh, “Trust me okay? I’m doing everything I can to help Jungkook, like you wanted me to.”

“I never wanted this. I don’t want you to get hurt if things don’t go as planned.”

“Whatever happens after, I’ll deal with it then.”

𝄖𝄖

Feeling numb, the walk back upstairs feels like you’re on autopilot, barely hearing the buzzing of the crowd. You take a deep breath before turning the knob of Jungkook’s door, willing yourself to forget the last ten minutes ever happened. He’d read you like a book in this state.

But your bright smile is wasted on an empty room.

“Jungkook?”

𝄖𝄖

The next day, you're sitting on the running track, soaked in sweat after a long session of track and field. The coach bids his goodbye as the team continues their cooling down stretches. Hana plops down next to you. “So?”

“What?”

“You wanna talk about it?” She asks, picking dirt off of your cheek with her thumb. “You seemed really out of it last night. Barely spoke the whole day today…”

“I’m sorry.” You shake your head. “Just thinking.”

You decided not to tell her about Seokjin and everything that was said last night. For now at least. She already has reservations about your plan as it is, telling her about Seokjin would just freak her out even more.

“Jungkook called you yet?”

“Mhm.” Technically it was a text, wishing you good morning with a kissy face emoji. Not wanting to make a big deal out of the night before, you reply as you normally would. “Don’t worry about me, I’m just tired actually.”

She hangs an arm over your shoulder and gives you a side hug. “No more parties for you.”

“Yeah they’re kinda lame aren’t they?” You laugh.

After grabbing your stuff, you’re headed for the locker room. You're too deep in thought to realise the girls on your team giggling around you. It isn't until Hana nudges you then nods to bleachers that you realise your boyfriend is waiting for you. He salutes the other ladies with a winning smile as they walk off, before getting off his butt.

The girls mutter quietly, and you hear the words lucky and they're so cute as they leave you. Hana waves to Jungkook before walking ahead. Jungkook trots down the steps and lifts you in a hug.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty.”

“That’s okay,” he smiles, swaying you side to side, “not the first time I have you all sweaty in my arms.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs, then starts swinging your hands as you walk back. “Hey sorry about last night."

"Oh it’s fine. Don't worry about it." You say, with a shake of your head, looking at the ground. "You're a busy man, I know."

"Can I make it up to you? Tonight?"

"Alright." You nod. "I gotta shower first though. And you have to give me a ride back to get some fresh clothes."

"No need to dress up."

"But I want to." You pout and he chuckles.

The sound of whistling and yelling coming from the field gets your attention. It's the soccer team, practice still ongoing. It only just occurred to you that you haven't seen Jungkook there in a while.

"Why aren't you practicing with them anymore? Did you quit?"

Jungkook looks at you with an amused look on his face. "Y/N, I was never part of the team."

"Huh?" You stop in your tracks. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you on that field running after the ball."

"Yeah but I was never really on the team." He reiterates. Now you're confused. "I only practiced with them so I could watch you during track and field."

"What?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm on the basketball team."

Honestly, you hadn’t made the connection that it’s impossible for him to be on both the soccer and basketball teams until now. "No wait, you joined them just to watch me?"

"Yes and no?" He shrugs proudly. "At first it was because I got kicked off the basketball team. Then we started dating. I got to see you every practice. Then I got reinstated on the basketball team. And I didn't wanna stop seeing you during practice so I kept going. Until now."

"Jungkook that is𝄖"

"Sweet?"

"Lowkey creepy."

He lets out a tiny gasp with a look of betrayal on his face. "But...I wanted to see you."

You laugh at the utter disappointment he shows and pat his face, though it feels like a light slap, before running off making him chase after you.

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Laying on the hood of his car, with his arm under your neck, Jungkook listens to you talk about anything and everything. In your favourite spot, parked by the beach so you get the cool breeze and the gentle sound of waves crashing onto the shore.

He enjoys listening to you talk about your life; what your childhood was like, what kind of trouble you used to get into, your family. It’s like peeling off a new layer every time. Who knew you used to bully the bully as a kid? And let’s not forget that time you got detention for smoking in school but you only did it to get your dad’s attention so that he would stop dating the evil girlfriend who threatened to send you off to boarding school.

“Baby are you...a troublemaker?” He muses and you laugh.

“Well I was. I grew out of it.” You shrug and look up at him. “Kinda.”

“Would’ve never guessed. You’re so shy. And good.”

“Yeah. Once I realised how my behaviour was affecting people’s liking towards me, I changed.”

He smiles tenderly at you, always so full of surprises. You play with the hem of his sweater, then look up at him. “What about you? You haven’t told me anything about your past.”

Not once has he shared his own stories. You never asked because you didn’t want to pressure him. But you’re almost out of stories yourself.

Jungkook looks up at the sky for a while. You sense the hesitance. “There’s nothing much to say.”

“What about...your family? Do you have any siblings?”

There’s no reply, only the sound of the waves crashing and a distant laughter from a group of friends on the beach. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” Propping yourself up on your elbow, you see now the faint sparkle in his eyes. Could be the cool breeze making his eyes water. He blinks it away when you stare. “We can talk about other things.”

He smiles as his eyes scan your face before you’re snuggling into his side again. “I like hearing your stories.”

“But I’ve told you everything.”

“What about your first kiss?”

You groan. “I’ve told you that one. It was during camp. He pushed me into the lake after that because it was all a dare.”

“Oh right and then you threw all his clothes into the lake as revenge.”

“Yeah.” You laugh. “It was pretty funny.”

He laughs thinking about tiny Y/N lugging a big bag full of clothes and dumping it into a lake as the owner yells in horror. Who knew you had it in you. You’re always so calm and by the book, it’s almost like a whole other person.

“Can you tell me about your tattoo?” You look up at him.

He smirks, turning his head to the side towards the arm it’s on. It’s a tiger head on the upper bicep of his right arm. Made up of shapes, lines, squiggles, it has sharp piercing eyes. It’s beautiful, really. “It’s just something to represent my loyalty towards my brothers.”  

You’ve never seen this mark on the other frat boys, so you assume he’s talking about his other group of brothers. “It’s nice. I like it.”

“Mhm.” It’s tough to crack him. He never reveals more than what he thinks you need to know.

After a while, you pluck up the courage to ask him about the job. “Have you thought about what we discussed?” You ask softly, playing with his fingers.

“What did we discuss?”

“About the job,” you remove yourself from him again and this time get on your knees, “about me working at the club?”

He sighs, looking at you like the stubborn teenager in your stories. “I already told you no.”

“You won’t even consider it.” You pout.

He smiles, surprisingly. “After careful consideration, I regret to inform you that you’ve been rejected. You don't have what it takes.”

“Rude!” You huff, “I have all that it takes.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes I do! I’m tough.” You spit out. You strike an awkward pose, doing something weird with your arms. “I have swag.”

It makes him laugh so hard he starts tearing and almost choke on his saliva. Embarrassed, you laugh along, hitting him on his chest. Cheeks hurting from all that, he opens his arms. “Come here you.”

You drop into him, mostly to hide your face in his shoulder. He holds you tight, a content sigh escapes him as he does. “I love you so much.” He says into your ear.

Lifting your head up to face him, he smiles tenderly at you, softly tracing a finger over your face, the lulling movement making your eyes flutter shut.

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“You got a problem with me?” Namjoon says to the smaller guy.

Suga smirks bitterly, unimpressed by how the new guy has no respect whatsoever towards him. “I do actually. What’s your deal?”

“What d’you mean?”

“You appear out nowhere, get dispatched to our district. Same area as Jungkook no less...are you trying to replace us?”

“Hey, I didn’t choose the location.” Namjoon shrugs. “Maybe if you guys didn’t suck so bad they wouldn’t have asked me to secure the bags.”

He braces himself as Suga lunges forward, shoving him against the wall, his collar bunched up in clenched fists. Surprisingly strong for a small dude. “You don’t come work for us and talk shit about us to my face.”

Namjoon tugs on his clothes, pulling them out of Suga’s grip. He clears his throat and tries to calm himself. “My bad. Next time I’ll do it behind your back.”

“What are you up to? You took a job on campus, why? Jungkook’s already got that covered.”

“Like I said, I didn’t choose to. I was sent there.” He steps forward, making Suga take a few steps back.

“Liar.”

“Look if you have a problem with it, take it up with the lieutenant.” Namjoon walks off, angering the other guy even more. The nerve of this new kid makes his blood boil. There’s something off about him, there’s no way the bosses would send a new guy in for no reason.

He stomps his way into Kyun’s office, slamming the door behind him. Kyun looks up, sees him, and goes back to his laptop. “What?”

“Don’t you think there’s something wrong with that RM guy?” Suga says, pulling up a chair.

“No. Why?”

“He’s so full of himself.”

“Name one person working here that isn’t,” Kyun says, “besides, you should be thankful I assigned him to you. Jungkook’s been slacking.”

“I told you, the school’s keeping an eye on him. He’s taking it slow.”

Suga can’t remember how many times he’s used that excuse. He can’t come right out and admit that Jungkook has in fact been slacking. Or rather, distracted. Not to mention the time Jungkook considered leaving all of this behind. It’s no surprise the lieutenant’s picked up on it.

“Whatever.” Kyun mutters, obviously tired of having this conversation.

“Wait,” the wheels in Suga’s head turn and he looks curiously at his lieutenant, “you’re not doubting Jungkook are you? Did you send RM in to replace him?”

“If Jungkook’s doing a good job like you seem to think he is, why would you be worried about this?”

Suga purses his lips, “He’s fine. He hasn’t missed any of his shifts. I couldn’t have gotten shit done at the club without him.”

“Numbers are still low though.”

“That’s because you’ve got the new kid stealing all his buyers.”

“RM’s good and the staff there seem to trust him. He stays.”

“Fine. Then get off Jungkook’s back about his numbers. He can’t sell drugs the same as before if you have another dealer there competing with him.”

Kyun thinks about it for a minute, then nods. “Alright fine. Anyway, it’s good that you’re here now. I can run through what boss wants you to get up and running at the club.”

It hits Suga that Kyun having doubts about Jungkook is bad news, at least, if word travels up the hierarchy. While Jungkook had promised to keep up, Suga intends to make sure he actually does. He can’t afford anymore slip-ups. Or distractions, in the form of you. He can’t let anything happen to Jungkook.

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Sneaking back into the house at such an ungodly hour, you guide Jungkook in the dark, careful not to make a sound.

Back in your room, his jacket and shirt are the first to go. He lifts you up and carries you to the bed, lips not parting from each other.

Slipping under your shirt, he unhooks your bra and pulls your shirt with it over your head. Lips smiling on yours, his hands knead your breasts and you feel your nerves reacting. He trails wet kisses down your front, fingers undoing your jeans and pulling them off in a single swoop.

He removes his own pair of jeans, leaving him in his boxers. Then, kneeling by your legs, he gently peels your panties off, taking in the view of your naked body, lighted up by the warm yellow of your nightlight. If he could, he’d engrave this image of you in his head.

His eyes wide and lustful, they trail over you. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers.

Hovering above you, he strokes the side of your face, before pressing his body to yours in a soft gentle kiss. He moves so gently, like you could break at any moment. When your hands wrap around his neck, he grabs hold of your wrists, pinning them above your head. You let out a soft whimper.

Jungkook takes his time, showering your skin with kisses. Starting from your neck down to your navel. He licks one side of your breast, teasingly drawing circles with his tongue along the nipple, then gives the same attention to the other. Your breathing gets hitched in your throat, feeling the blood rush down south.

He brings his mouth lower, hands now occupying your breasts where his mouth was. It sends you butterflies the way his hot breath brushes against your skin. There’s something different about the way he’s touching you tonight.

He spares some kisses down your inner thighs and watches the way goosebumps appear as they try to clam up reflexively.

Hands on your thighs, he pushes them apart and runs a teasing lick over your folds. Then his tongue finds its way to your clit, flicking it gently before his lips wrap around it and he starts gently sucking. You jolt and take in a sharp breath grabbing a fishful of the sheets.

His fingers delicately touch your folds, running a teasing finger over your entrance. Looking up from between your thighs, he watches the way you steady your breaths, eyes closed, brows furrowed.

It doesn’t last long and when you open your eyes, he’s hovering over you, licking his lips. Very eagerly you pull down the hem of his boxers, exposing his hard cock. His own fingers wrap around it, stroking himself gently as he reaches for a bottle of lube. He stares at you with a look you can’t read.

“Something on your mind?” You voice out.

He shakes his head with a gentle smile and takes his position between your legs, your thighs over his. Aligning himself with your entrance, he grips your ankles on either side. Slowly, he enters and you will yourself not to make a sound at the initial stretch.

Jungkook keeps a steady pace, watching intently the way he moves in and out of you. You can’t help but to stare at him and the way his abs clench every time he moves his hips into you. The flexing of his arms every now and then, keeping your legs steady. And the way the warm light casts shadows dancing over his body as he moves.

“Jungkook.” You call out for him, so softly.

He releases your ankles and leans forward, resting his body on yours. Pressing his forehead to you, he admires the look of lust in your eyes and the way you’re biting your bottom lip. “Yes, my love?”

Your fingers run over his face. You’re too occupied with the pleasure of him inside you that your brain refuses to put your thoughts into words. He chuckles when you only manage a breathy smile instead.

Your wrists get pinned over your head once again, and he watches you from above. Every thrust is deep and filling, his hips moving expertly to give you just the right amount of pleasure, leaving you a hot mess beneath him.

You look absolutely breathtaking to him; the parting of your lips, eyes shut and shaky breaths. Your breasts bounce with every thrust and your chest rises and falls with every breath you take. He lets out a low guttural sound and presses his body to yours, devouring your lips in a passionate kiss.

His hips pick up speed, grinding into you with calculated moves. You get lost in each other, a mixture of your quick breaths filling the room. The look in his eyes is mirrored in yours, waves of emotions flowing between both your bodies and soul.

Jungkook can’t describe his feelings for you. It’s something he hasn’t felt in a long time; warmth, love, trust, acceptance. All he knows is to tell you he loves you and hopes you get it.

Your eyes get misty as you let your own emotions get to you, feeling the twinge in your chest when you look at him.

Arms wrapping around his waist, your tongues dance between your lips. He knows all the right spots to leave you breathless. You feel it building in the pit of your stomach, and pull away from the kiss, no longer in control of your actions.

Jungkook feels it too, sensing the pressure between your hips as they wrap tightly around him. He steadies himself and gives you long, deep strokes, as he watches your breaths get quicker. The euphoric look on your face earns a grunt of approval from him.

Not wanting to hold back any longer, his hips grind into yours at a quicker pace, feeling himself reaching his release. His mouth latches on to your nipple, sucking it for a second before he hears small whines leaving you, signalling you’re close.

Willing yourself to keep your eyes open, you place a hand on the side of his face, making sure his eyes stay on yours. It gets blurrier with the way tears start to fill your eyes. “I love you.” You blurt out in a whisper and he rests his forehead on yours as he thrusts hard, one which makes your insides squirm.

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat as he watches you. A single tear rolls down the side of your face as you start to reach your high. “I love you Y/N.”  He breathes out against your lips before capturing you in a kiss. With one hard thrust, you find yourself succumbing to the pressure in your middle, unravelling a wave of pleasure that courses through your entire body, chest rising towards him and hands keeping him close.

Watching you, he reaches his own climax, hips bucking wildly into yours, and you feel his warm release spilling inside you, his moans lost in the kiss. It takes a while before his hips slow down into a gentle rhythm. Your body goes limp as you ride it out, drained of energy.

He catches his breath with his head on yours and when you finally catch each other’s eyes, you share a giggle. He shines in his afterglow, a look of pure bliss on his face. But he could say the same for you, thumb running over your cheek to wipe off the tear stains.

In that moment, it feels as if you’re staring right into his soul. He stares back at you, as if trying to say something more than what’s been said, worrying once again about conveying what’s in his heart. But you just smile back.

“I know, Jungkook. I know. I love you too.”

#jungkook fics #networkbangtan #kwritersworldnet #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios #rainworks #my #hope you like it :(

[kaz11283]

I really like the prompt list you reblogged it’s got some good stuff. What about 37. “Because I love you god damn it!” with Loki if you are still needing inspiration.

37) Because I Love You God Damn It!

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The Secret Is Out

Characters: the Avengers Bunch, Loki, Thor, Clint

Warnings: Dirty words, slight angst

Summary: after putting your life in the line for a teammate you accidentally let a big secret slip.

Announcements: I will always need insperation and requests! They feed my soul! Haha. I'm not gonna lie. Im skipping back and forth on my requests though. I have a really good story line for one but its just so emotional(thats were Im hoping it goes at least) that I didnt want to write it tonight and put my self in a mood. So instead I guess im goimg with a form of anger? Meh. Anyways... I absolutly love love love everything from you guys! The reblogs, likes, and comments are amazing and I am very greatful for all the love I am getting!!!! 💚💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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The fight had been rough but not as rough as you were feeling in the moment. You had gotten serverly hurt and had been in the medbay for about a week now and you had a longer road ahead. There had been an explosion and instead of turning to run away you had ran toward one of your team members that had been to distracted to realize what was going on, you had successfully gotten him shoved out of the way but you had taken the brunt of the blast.

Now you were laying here staring at the celing trying to stay distracted as Bruce and Tony looked at your completely shaddered knee and the burns up your leg. Fingers crossed that they would have good news soon.

"Well as of right now kid your out of commission." Tony said helping you sit back up.

"Meaning?" You pulled one of the pillows down so that you could sit up without being uncomfortable.

"Meaning right now, the way it all looks, your gonna be stuck in the bed until it fully heals and after wards theres really no way to tell if your going to be able to work in the field again." Burce said looking at the xrays again. "And your gonna have to have surgery in order to put all the right pieces back in the right places, but we cant really do that until some of the burns heal or at least start to heal. Its gonna be a long drawn out process unfortunately." He sighed setting the charts back down and walking over to you.

"Fucking hell! You mean I'm gonna be pushing paper work? I might as well go work in a damn office with four white walls and a poster that says 'hang in there, its almost Friday'." You placed your head in your hands.

"Hey! At least our paper work is more exciting than just running numbers." Tony said placing a hand on your back. He had been like a fsther to you, taking you in when you didnt have anywhere else to turn except the streets. Your own family had abandoned you at a young age and you had been leaning toward a dark path until Tony. "Besides with your expertise you dont have to sit behind a desk, your fingers arent blown off, you can still hack into stuff I'm sure."

"Tony we had a deal when I moved in. No hacking but you would train me and I could actually do good. Now look at me."

"I said no hacking the good guys, and if I remember correctly you were the one jumping close to the bomb not away from. I hate to be this way y/n but the only one to blame is yourself on this one."

"He would have been worst off than I am if not killed. I think I did the right thing. Besides you would have done the same thing if you had been closer." You sighed.

"Honey the diffrence with that is I have a supersuit, you wear a skin tight, spandex one peice, that I'm not a fan of." He laughted. Bruce had went to go get you some more pain killers to shoot into your IV.

"Tony if I were you I would shut up. Your starting to sound like you might actually love me, might even say your starting to act like a dad." You laughed pulling him into a hug.

"Shut it kid, cant let the others know I have a soft spot for the hacker orphan kid i took in all those years ago now can I." He said kissing the top of your head. "Do you need anything else before the drugs kick in and you pass out again?"

"Yes, can you please bring me my phone charger, laptop, and that really fluffy blanket that you and Pep got for me for Christmas."

"Dont ask to much of me now."

"I wouldnt be asking if you would just let me stay in my room. I hate it down here. I wanna be were the people are." You were starting to get loopy from whatever Bruce had given you.

"Ok little mermaid, get some rest I'll get your stuff." He laughed walking out the door letting you fall into a restless sleep.

You didnt know how long you hade been asleep but you woke up with a groan trying to sit up so you could atleast stretch your back from laying in one spot for to long. You flopped back down dramatically with a sigh. You could sense someine else in the room with you, you always knew when he was around.

"You dont have to hide in the shadows Loki. Your more than welcome to keep me company, you should know that by now." You smiled as the prince walked over and sat in the chair beside you. You could tell he hadnt been sleeping, his hair was fixed as always but his clothes looked worst for wear. He had on a plain black shirt and a pair of gray sweat pants, both of with had wrinkles in them either from tossing and turning or from not being changed in a few days.

"Whats wrong? And dont pull that 'nothing is wrong dear. I'm absolutly fine.' Bullshit. You look horrible." You reatched out to grab his hand. What you and Loki had was diffrent. You didnt just see his as a friend, he didnt just see you as that either though. You had spent many nights sitting up with the silver tounge man many nights laying on the couch watching movies, reading, talking about each of your pasts. He knew more about you than even Tony did.

"I'm still currently trying to wrap my head around why you pushed me out of the way and took the blow when you had a chance of dying from it. You shouldnt have been so thick headed my dear." He took your hand and raised it to his lips kissing the top of your hand.

"Loki." You sighed rolling your head to look back up at the celing. "You would have been hurt alot wordt than I am now, that blast could have killed you."

"I am a god y/n, that blast wouldnt have caused me nearly as much damage as it did you." His voice raised slightly.

"Thats what you think. You think that because you are "immortal" that you can take anything thats thrown at you. That no one really cares about you, that you wouldnt be missed? So why not try to take a blow from a bomb? My god your so stupid sometimes."

"I know I can. Norns y/n I've jumped into space, been brain washed, tried to take over New York, gotten smashed around by the Hulk. I was raised with Thor, he doesnt really go easy on a person. What I'm saying is I dont understand why you, a mear midguardian, would sacrifice themselves for me. If anything would have happened-"

"Nothing did happen though. I'm fine-"

"You have steel sticking from your leg, theres no telling when or even if you'll be able to walk again, and there are highly server burns that will leave scares. You cannot sit there and tell me that you are fine."

"Your right it does suck that I'm jot gonna be able to pull off shorts or a bikini anymore."

"This isnt a joke y/n. You almost died!" He finally yelled.

"And i would do it a thousand times over if that ment saving your damn ass again!" You shouted back.

"Why though?! Why me y/n? I've done horrible things, killed people! My life is meaningless." Tears had sprang to his eyes as he looked away.

"Because I love you God damn it!" You stopped suddenly your jaw dropping at the admission that you hadnt ment for him to hear. His head jerked back to you.

"What?" Shock was all over his face as he stood to walk closer to you. "What did you just say?"

"Because I love you Loki Odinson. Because if you were to die I dont think I would be able to go on living. Because even if you see all the bad things that you've done I can look pass that amd see all the good that you are doing." You reached up placing a hand on his cheek and wiping away a tear.

"I love you too y/n. I have since the day I met you. The girl that didnt care what anyone said when she spent time with me. The girl that can see through every face i put on. I love you so much darling." He placed his hand on your face and leaning down gently kissing your lips.

It felt like you thought it always should you felt electricity run through your body and the two of you connected. It was like getting a breath after not being able to for so long. He pulled away smiling at you.

"What do we tell the others?" He asked laying on with bed with you being easy with your leg. He placed his arm around your middle and pulled you as close as he could.

"I honestly dont care what we tell them. They can figure it out themseves for all I care." You smiled lacing your fingers with his, you yawned placing your head on his shoulder closing your eyes.

"Sleep now my Dove, I will be here when you wake." He felt your gentle breath slow as you fell asleep, the rhythm you of your breath lulling him into his own sleep.

Tony and Bruce walked in the next morning stopping dead at the sight in front of them. You and Loki were still cuddled on the small bed sleeping peacefully.

"Should we wake them up?" Bruce asked looking at Tony.

"Na, let them sleep. Dont want to let them know that we know." Tony saod grabbing Bruce's arm and turning to walk back out of the door.

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