#i spent like over 5 minutes debating whether i should or not

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Online Matchup 4

Summery: Y/N makes a trip back home last minute, ruining Jason's plan for a breakfast date, but that won't stop him from coming up with a different plan.

Warning: swearing, talk of surgery, Jason's being a sweetheart, fluff

A/n: this is becoming one of my comfort fics to write, and I can't be mad about it. I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. Feedbacks always welcome

Words: 3097

Ao3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

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October 8

Jason (6:40am) Good morning How are you this beautiful morning?

Y/N Why in the everloving fuck are you awake at six in the morning?

Jason Aren’t you a potty mouth in the early mornings Someone should teach you a lesson

Y/N It’s to early for anything right now

Jason’s May I remind you, that you’re awake this early too

Y/N My sister decided it was the perfect time to call me Apparently it couldn’t wait until I was awake enough to call her back And now I can’t sleep

Jason Everything okay?

Y/N Define okay?

Jason It’s your dad isn’t it?

Y/N Yeah I don’t know, I don’t want to talk about it

Jason Fair enough

Y/N Now answer my question

Jason Demanding Wanted to know how you were doing after last night

Y/N Better now that I’ve slept I wish I could sleep longer tho Though my eyes hurt and it feels like I have a hangover

Jason Consequences of crying before bed

Y/N Make it go away

Jason Wanna meet for breakfast? Y/N?

Y/N (8:35am) Oh, sorry I fell asleep

Jason Uh huh It has nothing to do with the fact that I asked if you wanted to go for breakfast

Y/n Mm don’t know what you’re talking about And isn’t there a rule where a guy has to wait a least three days Before you ask the girl out again

Jason Apparently My brother advised me the same thing But since I could care less what he thinks about my relationship I have decided to ignore him and take the plunge and ask you anyways Besides he barely listens to his own advice So to each their own I guess

Y/N Why do I get the feeling that you ignore your brother a lot

Jason Couldn’t tell you So, breakfast?

Y/N Uh, wish I could But I have a train to catch 

Jason Where’s it going?

Y/N Metropolis 

Jason You're going home? Why so sudden?

Y/n The call with my sister? Apparently my dad is having surgery and my mom wants everyone there until he’s done Don’t know why I have to go, by the time I’m there it’ll probably be over

Jason Yikes What’s the surgery for?

Y/N Dunno, something to do with something? I’m not sure, I was half asleep when she called And she used that to her advantage and got me to agree to go home today

Jason Don’t you have class tomorrow?

Y/N Not until the afternoon

Jason Work?

Y/n Not until Tuesday 

Jason Huh

Y/n Yup tbh I rather spend my Sunday with you then go home But it’s family and I can’t say no to my sister

Jason I get that family’s first But I would choose you over my family

Y/n … You can’t just say that!

Jason But flustering you is becoming my favourite past time

Y/n Get a new one!

Jason Nah, don’t think I will Okay, so no breakfast How about I drop you off at the station?

Y/N Tempting But if you do, then I’ll miss the train Because I wanna kiss your stupid face And besides, I’m almost there

Jason My face isn’t stupid … You wanna kiss me? Colour me flattered

Y/n I rescind my statement 

Jason Can’t do that, it’s in writing Hold on, when you said you were sleeping You were actually packing, weren’t you?

Y/N Guilty I’m sorry I’ve spent thirty minutes debating on whether or not to ditch my family for you

Jason But in the end you’re ditching me Feels like your running from something I see how it is

Y/N I’m sorry D: I’m not running away or anything 

Jason It’s okay, really I’m not mad or anything Okay, maybe a little disappointed But he’s your dad and you don’t know when’s the next time you see him So it’s okay, don’t feel bad I’ll wait around until your back And I know your not, I just took the joke too far and I’m sorry

Y/n I’m still sorry

Jason Can I call you?

Y/N Uhhhhhhh Give me a minute 

Jason Take as much time as you need I can wait

Y/n Sweet of you But I needed to find a seat first And then my headphones

Jason So You’re good now?

Y/n Yup

It didn’t take more than a second before your phone rang after you sent the message.

“I thought you wanted to call?” you answered, moving your phone so Jason could see your face. He shrugged, shooting you a smile.

“Wanted to see your pretty face is all,” he said, and you could feel your face heat up at the compliment. Averting your eyes, you sink in your seat, trying to hide your face in your sweater. “Awe, is this what you look like when you get flustered? There’s no way I can't stop flustering you now. If this is what your reaction is going to be every time I do.”

“I’m hanging up now,” you mumbled into your sweater, and wondered if he heard that. Judging by the smile he gave you, he did.

“Nah, I don’t think so. You called my face pretty and you wanted to kiss it,” he said. That made you come out of your sweater and glared at him.

“I think I said stupid face,” you corrected, “you have a stupid face.”

“That you want to kiss,” Jason pointed out with a smile. You stuck out your tongue at him, making him laugh. “How’s the train ride?”

You shrugged, shifting in your seat trying to get comfortable. “A train ride I guess. We just left the station and it’ll be two hours until we get to Metropolis? My butts gonna hurt once I get there.”

“Gotta walk around once in a while,” Jason reminded, “did you bring anything for the ride?”

“Yeah, homework I still need to finish, my sketchbook and some books I’ve been meaning to read.”

“Sounds like a party,” Jason joked. You huffed out a laugh.

“Oh yeah, real life of the party over here.” 

Before either of you could continue, you faintly heard a door slamming open and closing before hearing a faint call of Jason! You promised me breakfast! From what you could make out, it was a female voice and you pushed down the bout of jealousy that came from nowhere. You didn’t have the right to be jealous. Jason wasn’t yours, he was his own person and you two weren’t seeing each other officially. He was free to do what he pleased. Still, you couldn’t lie and say that it didn’t hurt.

You watched as Jason scowled, and turned towards the voice. “Yeah, give me a minute I’m on the phone.”

You schooled your features and raised an eyebrow as he turned back to his phone. “You already had breakfast plans, yet you still tried to make them with me? Wow Jason, didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Okay, first of all, I’m not a two timing bitch,” he clarified and you blanched at the statement. Damn, and you thought you hid it well. “And like I said before, I’d ditch my family for you any day of the week without question.”

“Aw Jason, you’d ditch your own sister! I see how it is,” the female voice said. Jason made a face as a blond haired girl came into frame, hanging off of Jason’s shoulders. Her nose pressed into his cheek and she smiled. “Tell me how you really feel, Jason.”

“Okay, I will,” he said, shoving her off, “you’re an annoying little shit.” She laughed and turned towards the phone. She was pretty, you had to admit.

“Oh, Tim’s right. You are cute,” she said, and you pulled your sweater over your mouth, trying to keep a laugh in as Jason looked offended.

“Steph!” he yelled, shoving her face out of frame. “Go away.”

“No, you promised me breakfast last night, and I demand pancakes,” she said, coming back in, shoving Jason out of frame as she did so. She turned to you and smiled. “Hello, I’m Jason’s sister Stephanie. You must be Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard virtually nothing about you.”

“And I’m trying to keep it that way,” he grunted, pushing her away. The two fought until finally they settled with Stephanie leaning on his shoulder. “How’d you even know their name?”

“Tim,” she answered. You raised your eyebrow in question. “He gets bored when he has nothing to do. And he decided to snoop around Jason’s life.”

“Well I’ll try not to be offended,” you said, though you furrowed your brows in concern. “Should I be worried?”

“I don’t think so,” Stephanie hummed, “not unless you have something to hide.”

“Do you have something to hide?” Jason pressed, a teasing smile dancing on his lips. You puffed out your cheeks and looked away.

“Oooh you do,” Stephanie sang, “tell us before we find out from Tim.”

“Tim needs to mind his own fucking business,” you muttered to yourself, causing Jason to laugh. “And no, I have nothing to hide. Lived a pretty boring life.”

“Don’t know, you tried killing your sister once,” Jason mused. 

“I didn’t try on purpose! I pushed her off the deck into the lake,” you corrected, “and my dad got to her before anything could happen. Man, he was pissed. I feared for my life that day. I’ve never known fear until I saw the look he gave me.” You shuddered at the memory.

“How old were you?” Stephanie asked, worry laced in her words. You shrugged, staring at the corner of your phone, avoiding their gaze.

“Ten I think? Could be younger, I don’t know. Thought it would be funny, and it was until it wasn’t.”

“Did he hurt you?” Jason asked, you shook your head and moved your gaze to him.

“No. But the way he looked, he wanted to. If we were alone he probably would have. I booked it into the car and hid there until we went home. Then I hid in my room for the rest of the day.”

“Yikes. Why was he so mad? Bruce wouldn’t have been if we did something like that.”

“That’s because we knew how to take care of ourselves and we knew how to swim,” Jason pointed out.

“And he probably doesn’t have favourites,” you chimed in. You hummed in thought, ignoring the worried looks the two siblings were giving you. “But he doesn’t strike me as picking a favourite among his kids, unless he’s really good at hiding it. But no parent is that good at hiding that.”

“Have experience, do you?” Jason asked, you only hummed not wanting to elaborate. You aren’t sure how, but what was supposed to be a lighthearted conversation turned sour. You scrunched up your nose as a thought occurred to you. If it was this easy to talk to both Jason and Stephanie, you were afraid how the rest of his family would be. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“What you guys are having for breakfast,” you said instead of you voicing your thoughts.

“Ooh yes. I did come here for breakfast,” Stephanie said, as if she had forgotten the reason for being here. She turned to him and poked his cheek. “Make me pancakes with bacon and ham and eggs and everything.”

“How can you eat so much and not gain anything,” Jason grumbled as he moved off the couch and towards the kitchen. Stephanie shifted slightly so she was more centered to the camera.

“I work out,” she simply said with a shrug. Jason grumbled something, and since he was too far away you couldn’t hear what he said. “So, how’d you meet Jason anyways? Tim won’t say and Jason doesn’t want to talk about you when asked.”

“That’s because you pester me so much that I don’t want to talk about them,” Jason called, “and you don’t have to answer anything you want too, Y/N. Don’t let Stephanie bully you into answering questions.”

“It’s okay, Jason, I don’t mind. I know what it’s like to have siblings,” you said with a smile. “We met online. Started talking a few weeks back and haven’t stopped since.”

“Ah, you guys are still new,” Stephanie mused, “that means you can still back out before you guys get too serious.” You laughed at the same time Jason yelled hey! “Kidding, I’m kidding. I haven’t seen Jason happy in awhile. Please stick around, he’s more bearable when he’s happy.”

You watched as Jason stalked towards her, and plucked the phone from her. “If all you came here for was to make fun of me, you can go home without your food.”

“Noooo, Jason I’m sorry,” you heard Stephanie whine. And you couldn't be sure, but you saw Stephanie grovel a little bit on the floor. Although Stephanie couldn’t see Jason’s expression, you could and smiled at the little smile he shot you.

“Then go take a shower, you stink,” he said, and she was quick to race to the bathroom. “Your clothes are still here from last time!” he called and set the phone down so watch him as he prepared breakfast. “Sorry about her. I completely forgot she was coming over today.”

“No worries,” you dismissed, watching in awe as Jason cut up some vegetables with ease. “She was fun to talk to.”

“Prefer her over me, huh?”

“Nope. I like you more,” you said. “Where’d you learn how to cook?”

“Alfred taught me when I was young, and I kept going afterwards. Found it helped me when things got too stressed,” he explained. “Stress cooking is a lot healthier than other ways to deal.”

“I get that,” you mused, “I stress clean.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” he grunted. He stopped for a moment and looked towards you; eyes narrowed. “Did you have breakfast this morning?” You bit the top of your lip and avoided looking at him. “Y/N,” Jason said in warning.

“It was too early to eat!” you cracked, “I had a coffee and that was it.” Jason shook his head, going back to his food.

“I hope you eat something soon.”

“I packed some snacks. But they’re nothing compared to what you’re making for breakfast.”

 “Well next time actually eat something or else I’ll just have to come over and cook for you.”

“That a threat?”

“No, more like a promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you said with a smile. 

“Stop flirting and cook me my food!” Stephanie yelled after the quickest shower you have ever seen someone take. 

“So fucking demanding,” Jason grunted as you laughed.

“I should let you go so you can focus on the food instead of getting distracted,” you mused.

“But you’re the only kind of distraction I’d like,” he said, and you heard Stephanie gag. Laughing, you shook your head, trying to keep from blushing. “Okay maybe you’re right. Or otherwise, I’m going to throw Steph out the window.”

“Ha! I would like to see you try!”

Jason rolled his eyes and flicked them towards you. “Let me know when you’re there?”

“I can do that.”

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Y/N (11:30 am) Ugh, I hate train rides

Jason Could have flown

Y/N Yeah but train tickets are cheaper

Jason True Made it in one piece?

Y/N Yup Now I’m making my way to the hospital

Jason Someone picking you up?

Y/n Nah, I’m taking the bus Need the extra time before I get there

Jason I get that 

Y/n How was breakfast?

Jason Good Though it would be better if it was you

Y/n Stoooooooopppppppp

Jason Never I’m sorry about Steph, we can be a handful sometimes

Y/n No worries, I like her Is the rest of your family that energetic?

Jason Some yeah, the rest are just tamed

Y/n Sounds fun

Jason Oh yeah, the best

Y/n I can hear the sincerity from here 

Jason Almost to the hospital?

Y/n Yeah I gotta go

Jason Tell me how it goes

Y/N (2:40 pm) I shouldn’t have come Why did I say yes?

Jason Because you were sleep deprived and you can’t say no to your sister Also because your dads in the hospital 

Y/n Right He’s fine by they way, now he’s just recovering Doctors say they did what they could and he’ll be out of here in a couple of days

Jason Figured out what the surgery was about?

Y/N Nope and at this point I’m too afraid to ask

Jason Wow Why do you have regrets?

Y/n I don’t know how or why But somehow my sister figured out I was seeing someone Or at least talking to someone and kept pestering me until I told them I’ve been bamboozled 

Jason Guess I’m not your dirty little secret anymore huh

Y/n Guess it wasn’t meant to be Oh well can’t be helped

Jason So now that your dads fine, you coming home?

Y/n No Somehow I have been convinced to stay the night and take the morning train in the morning Which sucks, I already bought my ticket for tonight 

Jason That’s rough buddy

Y/n Can’t be helped I guess Now I get to play 20 questions 

Jason But at least you get to spend time with your family

Y/n True

Jason you know, if you want I can drive up there and take the train with you

Y/N That is very sweet of you and very tempting But you have work and I don’t want to inconvenience you

Jason You’re not an inconvenience If anything, you’d be doing me a favour I have the day off tomorrow and I’ve been meaning to do something I’m not very good at doing nothing

Y/N What about your bike?

Jason When I said drive, I meant the loosely I’d take the train or fly Or I can drive us back I have a car too, you know

Y/N Where would you stay?

Jason I have a friend living there that I’ve been meaning to visit Plus we can go for breakfast tomorrow before making the trip back

Y/N Very tempting But ultimately I’m not going to tell you what to do It’d be your choice

Jason See you in the morning then

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd gn!reader #batman imagine #online match up #my writing

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DECEMBER PROMPTS 🧊 — 4. NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

A/N: idea inspired by a required outing for me and encouraged by @darqchilddaydreamz 🤭 this is so unserious but not at the same time? I also don’t like how I learned to appreciate creeper after the fact? This is my first time ever writing for the man with a heart of gold. Smh. Him and Coco deserved better and in AU…Creeper & Coco would be the true besties. This is also somewhat that. Enjoy!

Synopsis: As a pizza chef you’re bound to keep your house just as stocked as your restaurant. However with a ice storm heading your way in two days…you persuade your husband, Neron to take you to the store to grab just a few extra things but soon find yourself in a battle with another shopper, who doesn’t know the first thing about personal space.

ADDED PROMPTS FROM HERE + I’m using: 3.) Shopping + 6.) “You’re really making me wear matching pajamas with you?”

WARNINGS: language + “reader” is given a name but not physically described yet I always have a black or woc in mind. + a sexual/steamy moment towards the end ;)

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What was supposed to be more of a in and out kind of thing, turned into at least a thirty minute adventure. Sure Mariatu could blame it on the tasteful playlist the grocery store was playing—currently, “let it snow,” by Boyz II Men & Brian McPetty but she’d take the blame when she got back outside to her husband.

The original plan was to run in and get five items: a pack of mineral water full of electrolytes for Neron, a pack of cocoa powder, eggs, toilet paper rolls, and disinfectant wipes.

With the way prices are in this economy?

Mariatu knew it was probably best for Neron to run in grab everything but he suddenly got a call from Coco that had to do with business—which the founded brothers always stood on—so she did the honors of slipping out. She honestly didn’t mind, shopping was always thrilling to her because she knows regardless of what she picked up—whether she needed it or not—the items would always be put to good use. Mariatu was never one to let anything go to waste, it was something her parents always instilled.

Perhaps that’s why the carriage was getting heavier as she explored every other aisle, ending up in the international section, just for some lady to eye the contents of her carriage before settling her judgmental eyes on Mariatu. Their eyes connected but one was less friendly than the other, which was enough for Mariatu to pick up the speed. The previous aisle was more of a game of “chicken,” since one boulder of a man thought the aisle was a one way, the frozen section had one of its fridges leaking onto the floor and the constant call to, “clean up aisle 21,” seemed to go unheard, and just from entering the store a mother had to excuse herself and her screaming child who thought it would be best to start knocking over one of the displays.

Those should have been enough signs for Mariatu to do what she was supposed to do. Although the upbeat Christmas music was enough motivation to just make this a speed round, Mariatu couldn’t help that she spent longer than expected; even if she had a mental list of what they needed. Soon she found herself making a circle in the store towards the organic and produce section.

Eyeing the pomegranate seeds, Mariatu makes a bee-line for the fruit. Parking her carriage upwards from herself, she picks up the container eyeing the expiration date and then the quality of the red toned fruit. From her peripheral she sees someone leaning by the front of her carriage. She thinks not much of it figuring that they’re simply looking at a item that aligns with the end of her carriage. Silently debating over the snack for a moment longer, she opts for the larger pack instead before adding it to the carriage.

Seconds after, the handle of her carriage digs harshly into her stomach as the customer pushes their hip into the end of the carriage to reach for a bag of jumbo grapes. Mariatu blinks to herself in astonishment as the man holds the bag up to the light and moves his hips to do the same movement again!

This time Mariatu yanks on the carriage and goes around the man but not without muttering, “this is how you say excuse me,” on her way as she continues on up ahead. Eyeing the bag of baby spinach, she decides against it after grabbing a few green juices not long ago and just as she goes to push away from the section, she can hear the irritating sound of a broken carriage wheel pushing behind her.

Ever since Mariatu was a little girl she had great senses. Some may call it a gift while others maybe oblivious but she’s almost always right in judging distances and sensing presences that may or may not physically be there. In this present time as Mariatu is briefly glancing from the cart to make sure she’s not forgetting something and watching where she’s going, she can feel and hear the carriage behind her getting too close for her liking. Just as she’s reaching the corner, she peers over her shoulder to the pale as ice skinned man with a beanie that barely covers his thin salt colored hair and in that moment they come to some sort of understanding.

His shoulders relax, his lips pursed, grip still strong on the handle, he seems to slow down as his eyes connect with Mariatu’s. The side-eye game was always strong and she whips her head back, ringlets of curls bouncing with her underneath her beret as she does, a satisfying smile begins to grace her lipstick painted lips while she gets ready to turn the corner.

That’s short lived as a bump of the carriage from behind pressed into her backside first, thrashing her forward, followed by the knocking wheel which clips her ankle. A yelp escapes her lips, gaining the attention of a cashier who’s handling the handicap section and Mariatu has to exhale the steam that’s probably seeping from her eardrums.

Rubbing at the stinging skin above her ankle socks in her trainers, she glares at the older man who looks sheepish at the fact that his carriage actually interacted with his target.

“What’s your problem? You bump my carriage out of the way instead of using your manners, which you clearly lack and now you wanna play bumper cars with my ankle?” Mariatu questions the man who lifts his shoulders nonchalantly.

“I needed grapes,” the man started, “you could have done what I did and placed your carriage to the right so that way you’re not blocking other items that fellow customers need.”

Mariatu scoffs in disbelief, “well I’m not you and the proper thing to do if you need to get something is say excuse me or patiently wait until I’m done.”

“Sorry…but no?”

“No?” Mariatu felt her eye twitch and just to think, she was having a pretty solid day off, considering it was only twelve in the afternoon but still!

“Yeah,” the man continued, “you’re in my way and I have places to be too. Don’t know if you know this but a ice storm is coming and I need—

“Excuse me, I don’t give two shits what you need. Everybody that’s in here needs something, so honestly you can take that entitlement and shove it up right your ass, Mr.” Mariatu stated to the man without raising her voice but her brows definitely did, which means she meant that shit, “and happy holidays.”

With that she sorta limps from the man, enjoying that she had the last say and that his presence was no longer felt as he scrambles to go to one of the other aisles instead of to the self-check out area, which Mariatu was headed to.

Mariatu braced herself heading back into the breezy sixty degree weather, slowly letting out a sigh to herself as she crossed through the parking lot. She spots Neron waiting outside of her bronco and jumps into action as he looks up in time. “Ten minutes huh?” He teases with a shake of his head as he unlocks the trunk.

She scrunches her nose at him as they maneuver around the cart, taking turns adding the bags into the back. It doesn’t take Neron long to pick up on the way Mariatu is walking different once they get down to the the last few bags. “What’s up?” He asks.

Mariatu shakes her head as Neron points at her leg, “I’ll tell you in the car.”

The hoodie wearing man dips his head and takes the task of bringing the carriage back to its spot after opening the door for Mariatu. Neron doesn’t miss a certain man looking over in his wife’s direction as Neron crosses the parking lot one more. Once he gets into the driver’s seat, it’s Neron’s turn to have his eyes in slits as the strange man starts tossing his bags into his station wagon.

“That man with the pedophile car…you know ‘em?”

Mariatu hums, looking up from her phone to follow Neron’s trail and immediately scoffs, “oh yeah, we got friendly not too long ago. That’s the man who tried to run me over after I told him he basically needs to learn some manners.”

Neron flicks his eyes to his right, “what happened?” He pressed and Mariatu has no issue giving her husband the quick rundown of what just occurred.

He’s rubbing at his lengthy beard in slight irritation but also pride. “Put your seatbelt on,” he commands and Mariatu tilts her head to the side at this.

However the hardened stare Neron shoots her way and then back out the window shield was enough for her to listen this time. The tatted man places one hand on the steering wheel, tightening his grip and sitting up straight—which was always enough indication that someone was about to float their ride…so Mariatu braced herself.

Rightfully so.

As soon as she blinked, they were across the parking lot blocking the man’s path from completely backing out from the parking space.

“Neron,” Mariatu hissed as he pressed his brimmed hat further down on his head then flung the door open, leaving it wide open as he walked in between the cars to get to the man’s driver’s side, knocking on his window.

Mariatu couldn’t exactly hear what Neron was saying to the strange man as he was crouched over, talking to him in a manner that would send a chill down anyone’s spine. Her heart rate picked up as she saw Neron reach into the rolled down window, possibly snatching the man up by the throat and then shoving him forward that his horn announced his face made contact with it.

With that Neron sniffs as he turns back to the bronco, holding a bag now as he climbs back into the driver’s seat. He plops the bag of grapes into Mariatu’s lap and says, “Poe Cramer sends his apologizes. Eat up.”

“Neron, what did you do that for? I thought I told you that I handled it.” Mariatu brings her eyes up from the fruit in her lap to the profile of her husband’s face who begins driving through the parking lot.

Neron dips his head, “and I’m proud of you, Cariño. But he assaulted you so I returned the favor. Roughed him up a bit, he’s lucky that’s all he got and that’s out of respect for my lady being somewhat a witness…that I didn’t take it further. got his name from his license—just in case you run into him again and he decides to start some more shit but I doubt it. I clocked his ass—that’s all. No harm, no foul.”

“I can’t,” Mariatu snorts resting a hand against her edges, “I love you and I don’t need you locked up before Christmas.”

“I’m just contributing to society so I know Santa would forgive me,” Neron shrugs with a slow smirk appearing on his lips.

Mariatu laughs, “Oh that’s what you want to call it?” Before kicking her ankle up and over her opposite knee to examine, “don’t know why some people get so shitty during the holiday season, especially if you didn’t do anything wrong to them! They just feel like it’s okay to take it out on strangers. Like? What you say fuck me for?”

“You don’t even gotta worry about him no more, trust me,” Neron laughs at the joke, “you good though?”

Mariatu nods reaching over to feed Neron a grape before pecking his cheek, “always with you by my side, baby.”

“Likewise,” Neron winks over at the woman he was ecstatic to call his wife, resting the palm of his hand on her thigh.

Back in the gated, yes gated! suburbs of their coastal mobile home after unloading and packing the groceries, the married couple made it their mission that today would be a easy day. They rarely had days off at the same time so Neron and Mariatu wanted to take advantage of this with Mariatu persuading Neron to go shopping today rather than putting it off for the busiest day—Saturday. Now they had the rest of the day just to be up in each others faces, spending quality time together.

She’s in the bathroom, tending to her night time skin routine, already solidifying they were in for the rest of the day, while Neron’s perched on the edge of the bed tuned into the weather channel. The bathroom door’s wide open as Neron says, “you know your pa is trying to get coco and I to come out to Wyoming, huh?”

Mariatu frowns, “that’s where he snuck off to? The hell is he doing out there?”

The woman knew exactly what her father was doing out there. He made it a mission to travel more after the lost of his wife three years ago but…Wyoming? Really? Very Kanye coded but a lot less unhinged.

“Starting a new business adventure. Plans to do something either with construction or a food truck for a rest stop…he’s weighing his options based on how those meetings go.” Neron informed, “he sounds real determined and said he’ll keep me posted while also sending his love to you.”

Neron and Johnny had their own business together that consisted of mechanics and all things restoration, computers and guns, you name it! After things went terribly south (she often found it hard at times that they both made it out alive) with the club, they figured this would be their best option and Mariatu couldn’t be more supportive of the two. In whatever way she was often confused on her father bringing up his multiple business ideas to her husband and good friend. Neron and Coco seemed quite comfortable making their roots here and not all over the place like her father commonly did.

Yet of course she understood networking being a business owner herself…she just couldn’t picture Neron or Johnny elsewhere now that they were secure here and out of the tainted Santo Padre.

Mariatu rolls her eyes at this, loving how Neron threw that in there but she knew this was true with the way her father’s brain was constantly running with ideas. He’s always been a hardworking, successful man but he also didn’t know when to slow down. He was getting older and it’s like Mariatu was always fighting to have time with him, she valued that considering the lost of her mother but perhaps this was all his way of grieving?

You tend to do that sometimes at the end of the year they say.

“Will he back for Christmas? Kwanzaa, maybe?”

Neron wouldn’t lie and he knew how important Mariatu’s relationship was with her parents, which he did not receive personally but he always had his sisters so he understood to some degree, “he didn’t say honey but I’m sure he’ll try.”

“Right,” Mariatu is quiet for some time before starting up her spin brush again for a few minutes before rinsing her face and continuing the rest of her work.

The room is thicker now with Mariatu’s inner feelings about it all but Neron knows not to push it. They were similar in that way, holding everything in but Mariatu was better in letting it out when she was ready while Neron struggled with his own issues of people not hearing him when he did speak. However he knew not to feel that way with his wife, they confided in each other countless of times and felt seen being vulnerable with each other. It’s what drove them forward through the hardships.

Neron’s not sure how long he’s dazed off but a pair of pants smack across his face, followed by a snort of laughter that belonged to no other than his wife. He blinks, gripping onto the printed pants and scowls as he eyes the same print that Mariatu is sporting. Except her’s are shorts and he gets to eye her smooth legs in them.

Licking his lips Neron rubs at his beard, fighting to keep his thoughts clean as she slips a printed long sleeve set over her camisole, “You’re really making me wear matching pajamas with you?”

“Uh huh,” Mariatu nods her head with a smile, “we’ll be cozy and cute.”

Neron mumbles, “And lookin’ like the elves on the fucken shelf.”

Mariatu cackles as Neron shakes his head in disagreement. She stands before him, resting her hands across his shoulders, massaging them while staring down into his tense but loving brown eyes. Neron doesn’t hesitate to wrap his solid tatted arms around her waist, while she gets comfortable locking her legs right around his hips so they’re face to face now.

“I think you need a little more persuading and a thank you.”

“A thank you?” Neron ponders as Mariatu nuzzles her nose against the man’s, who breathes her in.

Mariatu pecks his lips, then trails those kisses along his jaw and up to his large ear, whispering, “for always looking out for me and especially for today. Will you let me take care of you?”

She can feel Neron shudder against her and she knew that Neron just wanted to be loved in return for the love that he gave out. Mariatu had no problem providing that and the confirmation of his fingertips digging into her waist was all she needed to make their lips collide. The scratch of his beard against her chin, the weight of her clung to his body, the force of shoving him back against the sheets, scrape of her stiletto nails that greeted his skin briefly as she helped him out of his tops, kissing of his wounds that were buried beneath his tats, the trick of her tongue against the round of his raised flesh which contained a hooped piercing that always evoked a breathy moan from his lips, the teasing and pleasing to his lower region with only her mouth was enough to bring joy right out of Neron’s heart.

Mariatu took the reigns but Neron couldn’t let that slide without getting his hands on her in the way he wanted and the way they both needed as well. A shower and clean up routine later, both now sporting red festive wear, they’re lounging against the headboard together, container of pomegranate seeds placed in between them while the skies in San Didacus continue filling in with a gray haze.

Neron and Mariatu both meet each other’s eyes after the dark haired man settled on, one of his favorites, “Krampus,” (2015) after finding one of the cheesy romantic Christmas movies to be too corny for their tastes.

“Ready to keep the festive spirit going?” Neron asks, wrist draped over Mariatu’s shoulder while she curls into him, leg tossed over his torso.

Mariatu covers her yawn, “yeah I am, I don’t know about you but I don’t want any demons hunting this house, especially once some kids come along.”

“Nah, krampus don’t got nothin’ on me.” Neron tells with a grin, “he better ask Poe and check my resume.”

“I haven’t even seen that resume.”

“I’m keepin’ it that way. Like I said when we took those vows, you don’t got to worry about nothing on that end. Just the restaurant and the good parts of life that we’re building together only.” Neron reassured in which Mariatu nodded with a smile.

Neron leans forward capturing Mariatu’s lips in a brief kiss before brushing his lips against her forehead then tunes back into the movie.

One thing is true, this holiday, equally the pair hopes this season brings further blessings to their table after growing what they both went through. The little moments mean just as much as the big ones and when they frequently stare into each other’s eyes…maybe in the end they can always say that’s the best gift the universe could have ever gave them.

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙

Continue the rest of my~5 days of Xmas~December anthology prompts here.

#Mayans mc #mayans fx #Mayans #mayans mc x reader #mayans imagine #mayans x reader #neron creeper vargas #creeper vargas #creeper Vargas x oc #creeper Vargas x reader #neron vargas x reader #johnny coco cruz #coco cruz #december prompts #queued #Joseph raymond lucero

[switchbladedreamz]

Pardon My German

Summary: Bob and reader had met on base in Lenore a few years ago. You were quick friends but that changed when Bob asked you on a date to the Hard Deck.

Warnings: drinking, that's it. Fluffy fluff

A quiet "shieße" sounds behind me as I bend over the pool table to take my shot, a smirk playing on my lips. "Pardon my german" Bob apologizes sheepishly. "Someone tell Baby On Board that the phrase is 'pardon my french' " Hangman calls out half jokingly, half condescendingly from the opposite end of the pool table. "I don't know French jackass" Bob retorts playfully. That sent laughter howling around the room, myself included. "Es ist ok, wirklich schatz" I respond with a smile. The laughter then exchanged with "ooh"s from the pilots. "They got you there Bagman" Phoenix eggs on. Hangman holds his hands up in mock surrender, not something he does often. I've seen Hangman staring at me as well. Oh what fun. But Hangman was too cocky for me. And I just could do that to Bob, he's too sweet.

Suddenly a hand lands on my shoulder I grab but the pull (out of reflex) thankfully was interrupted, as I recognize Bob's face. "sorry, sweetie. Old habits die hard". I peck him on the cheek. His face reddens, we look up and everyone is staring. I chuckle nervously, debating on whether I should explain. "Spy! I'm calling it now" Fanboy calls out causing a ruckus of laughter to erupt. "Close, Marine." I say between sharing laughs. "Entschuldigung ich komme aus Amerika, ja?" Bob asked, chuckles rolling off his tongue as the laughter died down. "Yes." "Naah I'm not buyin the Marine thing, definitely an international superspy". Hangman rebutted. I just shake my head and smile. Picking up my cue, I shoot and land the two cueballs in the same pocket.

Three hours, two drinks and 5 shots later Bob and I are swaying together, holding each other, to the slow song Rooster is playing on the piano. My eyes flutter shut as a pair of soft lips start kissing my neck. "Bobby" I whisper, "not here". "I'm just enjoyin my girl, gotta show everyone you're with me", a hazy drunk smile and matching bloodshot eyes greet me when I come face to face with Bob. "Let's get you home sweetie" "nooooo*hiccup*ooo" he whines. I just giggle and lead him by the arm to my car.

Finally getting his seat belt on correctly, Bob decides to turn up the radio. Like A Stone by Audioslave comes through the speakers and Bob slurs along. "You're so beautiful (Y/n)". "I think you're pretty too Bobby, now where do you live sweetpea?"

The next five minutes is spent with Bob laughing his ass off that I called him sweetpea. "I just stay on base, the bunkersss". A loud gasp scares the shit out of me, causing me to swerve a little.. "Bob are you okay?!" I look to see where the blood was coming from, to my surprise he's fine. Just drunk. "I want some fucking cookies" Bob glares at me as a loud guffaw escapes me. "We can get cookies tomorrow darlin". I pull into the base parking lot after the MPs let us pass. "I like it when you call me darlin. I'm holding to you the cookies ma'am". I laugh to myself as I think that that made more sense in his head. He leans over the counsel and sloppily kisses me. We make out for a few seconds, pulling away out of breath. "get some sleep bobby, call me in the mornin and we can get some breakfas". Bob just smiled and tells me I'm beautiful again as a response.

I watch his cute butt as he disappears into the building. I rest my own swimming head on the steering wheel. I almost fall asleep before a knock at my window startles me. Rolling down my window I look to the MP, "Ma'am you need to leave." Nodding yes I throw the hearse in reverse (I put my hearse in reverse, gonna go for a drive up to the cemetery get inside) and back out of the parking lot. Homeward bound.

"Was für eine Reihe von unvorhergesehenen Ereignissen" i whisper to myself as I pull into the apartment complex parking lot.

#i know nothing of pool okay? #bob floyd x reader #fluff? ig?

[sebrrari]

for the 5 sentence fics: daniel/lando, nerves

god i am so sorry in advance, i can say with 99.99999% certainty this is not what you had in mind. it's also not 5 sentences i think i'm batting a thousand in terms of not being able to keep it to that length.

but we move. please forgive me. a lil nsfw under the cut.

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lando 🍊🏎️😂 norris (9:21pm): remember tht time you said that  if i ever needed like life advice to ask you

danny 3️⃣🖕 (9:29pm): no but continue

lando 🍊🏎️😂 norris (9:30pm): can i just come over 

danny 3️⃣🖕 (9:34pm): yeah but don’t be jealous when you find out i got the good hotel room

danny 3️⃣🖕 (9:36pm): and bring a snack. i like those choco protein bars but michael never lets me get them

lando tosses the protein bar to daniel as soon as he steps in the door, and daniel unceremoniously rips the wrapper and settles back on the couch in the main room of the suite. he pats the cushions to get lando to sit with him.

“so, ‘sup,” he says around a bite big enough to fill his mouth. 

“okay, swear you won’t fucking laugh,” lando says. he’s fidgeting with his rings, daniel notices - so it’s something that’s actually bothering him, then. daniel takes another bite and crosses his heart with his free hand, a gesture of goodwill and teammate trust. 

“i have… there’s something that i’ve never done before. that i think- i’m going to have to do. i want to do,” lando continues, stilted. “and i don’t know what i’m doing. and i should, i think-” 

“mate,” daniel interrupts him to put him out of his misery. “you’re gonna have to tell me if you want me to help. i’ve touched your dick, you can trust me.” 

“shut up!” lando squeals, his face turning red as he reaches across to smack daniel’s arm. “i’m fucking nervous, i’ve been bricking it for like a month about this.” 

daniel sweeps his tan arms out, wide and open, and gives lando a face that says on with it already.

“ithinkluisawantsmetogodownonher,” lando rushes out, and despite his best attempt at a poker face daniel busts out laughing. 

“oh, jesus, i thought you were like, fucking dying or something!” he manages between gasps for air. 

“why would i ask you for advice on dying? and you promised not to laugh!”

daniel nods and tries to compose himself. “sorry, sorry. it’s just- i guess i respect that you’re asking for pointers. do you even know where the clit is?”

lando swats at him again. “yes- fuck, i should’ve never asked you, you’re fucking horrible.” 

daniel giggles again, then folds his hands and his lap and thinks for a moment. explaining how to eat a girl out sounds entirely ineffectual and- oh. 

he did make good use of the oversized shower earlier, before lando texted. he’d spent luxurious minutes lathering himself up with the hotel’s oranges and cream moisturizing soap and rinsing with hot water until his skin was pink, debating whether or not to put a finger in when he jerked off before bed. he wonders if… 

“i don’t think i should explain this to you,” daniel says with a serious face. lando’s own expression shutters immediately, his mouth slamming shut and his shoulders tensing up towards his ears. 

“oh, right. no, that’s cool. i didn’t mean to, like-” 

“nah,” daniel smiles, “god, it's so easy to fuck with you. it’d just be weird and unhelpful. but…” 

he pauses to shift a little, spreads his legs and turns up the heat in his gaze. “i could give you a little practice session. you strike me as a hands-on learner."

lando’s mouth drops open, a little shocked, but clearly not disgusted at the thought. he looks at daniel’s lap, the slice of inner thigh exposed to him just below the hem of daniel’s shorts. daniel wonders what he's thinking, if he's already imagining how daniel's hole is going to feel on his tongue, if - when the day comes - he'll be comparing his girlfriend's pussy to daniel's own musky, salty tang.

“yeah,” lando says, and it comes out hoarse. he clears his throat and looks daniel in the eye. “i mean, i’d be cool with that. if you’re offering your services. or whatever.”

daniel grins and leans towards lando’s pouty lips. he'll have to remember to show him how to put those to good use, too - maybe he'll also tell lando to suck him off, to flip him over and treat the tip of his dick like he would a clit, to lick and suck at it softly, endlessly.

“oh, i’m offering a little more than that, mate,” he murmurs, then seals it with a hot kiss. 

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#i have zero explanation for this and i am so so sorry #uh uh uh to tag or not to you know what fuck it #dando #nor #my fic #thank you for the prompt and sorry for the result my friend!!!!!! #answered ask

[streamsofstardust]

truth or dare | d.r.w/s.f.k

danny wagner x reader x sam kiszka

word count: 5,971

content warnings: pure filth obviously. dirty talk, degradation, dom!danny, choking, spanking, praise kink, penetrative sex, oral (m & f receiving), squirting, smoking that good ole mary jane

summary: a chill night in with your best friends danny and sam takes a bit of an unexpected turn in the best way possible. sometimes lines should be crossed, right?

Thursdays were without a doubt your favorite day of the week. Every thursday for as long as you can remember, you had spent your night with your childhood best friend sam kiszka. When the two of you entered high school and sam found a best friend and brother in danny wagner, he quickly joined in on your weekly escapades. The three of you were truly inseparable, doing nearly everything together and never once straying from the comfort of it. They were everything to you just as you were to them. And although everyone around you had at one point voiced a suspicion that you were more than platonic with one of the boys, whether or not they believed it, you weren’t. That line was one that was never crossed. 

When this thursday came around you were excited as always. The three of you had been your own perfect little trio since you were 15, and now you were all at the ripe old age of 25, but the excitement that came with seeing your best friends never went away. Over the years the activities had changed here and there, a product of your maturity, but you always had a great time. After a relatively long and exhausting week of work, all you wanted to do was chill, order some take out, and watch a couple movies. 

At 5 pm the door bell of your apartment rang and you jumped up from where you were sitting on the couch, fully knowing who was behind the door. Impatient as always, sam yelled to you from the hall “open up peach, we’ve been standing here foreverrrrr.” 

“Sam, it's been like a minute, give her a second.” you heard danny playfully scold.

You laugh at sam’s impatience. Some things truly never change. The second you let them in, sammy bee-lined for your couch, claiming the exact spot you had just been sitting in. You give him a look with a raised brow, as if to say come on, really?? He shrugged in typical samuel francis fashion. “Move your feet, lose your seat, peach.” 

You took a seat across from sam while danny sat in the love seat to the right of the couch. Danny had taken it upon himself to start ordering take out, already knowing that’s exactly what you’d like and knowing both yours and sam’s orders by heart. While you waited for your food to arrive, the three of you debated what movies to watch, your personal favorites being classic slashers. Sammy always leaned towards action movies and even though he was way less picky and would typically go along with whatever, danny constantly tried to get you two to agree to watching a Marvel movie, with only moderate success.

After much consideration the three of you settled on watching the first Scream movie, of course not without sammy and danny giving you shit for thinking Billy Loomis was unbelievably hot. “I don’t care if you two are straight, look at him lick blood off his fingers and tell me you don’t feel something!” 

The food arrived at your place right before you were about to start the movie, truly perfect timing. Once everyone had their food you turned on the movie, eyes peeled and literally on the edge of your seat despite having watched it around a dozen times, if not more. 

Around 35 minutes into the movie sammy decided he was over it. “Peach, as much as i love watching the same movie we’ve seen a thousand times before - i swear i can quote it at this point - can we do something else?” 

You paused the movie and looked over to sam, “anything in mind, samuel?” he smirked at you before reaching into the bag he brought with him and pulling out 2 perfectly rolled joints. Danny chuckled and you placed your hands over your heart, giving sam a faux heartfelt look, “Sammy you really do know the way to a girl’s heart.”

Danny continued playing along, “yeah sam, it’s honestly a mystery as to why you’re still single.”

Sam shot him a look and flipped him off, only receiving a laugh in response.

— — 

An hour and a half later, the three of you were sufficiently stoned. While snacking on anything and everything you could find lying around your kitchen, danny proposed the idea of playing truth or dare. Sammy looked at him like he had three heads, “danny you know we graduated high school like 7 years ago, right?”

You shoved his shoulder. “Stop giving him shit, it’ll be fun.” and the questions began. At first they were tame, mostly just bullshit questions for truths and nothing too wild for dares as none of you had any desire to move around much. Music was softly playing in the background, each of you taking turns to put on a new record when need be. 

You had zoned out a bit, focusing on the sour gummy worms you’d been inhaling and mentally thanking daniel for always bringing a bag of them when he came over. These boys genuinely knew you like the backs of their hands and you wished there were enough words to describe how much you loved and appreciated them.

“Peach? Did ya hear me?” sammy asked, pulling you from your brain fog.

“Hm? No, no my bad. What did you say?” you looked back at your bag of candy, picking up another worm and waiting for sam to repeat himself. You heard him ask “truth or dare” and without looking up, you answered “truth.”

Sam waited for a moment, rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger and looking up, clearly thinking about a decent question to ask. There was very little the three of you didn’t share, so it wasn’t like there were dirty secrets he could pull from you. After a bit he turned to look at you and ask his question, “what’s something sexual that you admittedly think about way more than you probably should?” danny’s attention was drawn away from his own snack as both he and sam stared at you, waiting to hear what you’d come up with.

Not missing a beat, you responded nonchalantly, “sitting on danny’s face.” 

The boys’ mouths were wide open, clearly not expecting an answer like that to come from you. You looked up after realizing nothing had been said in response. Sam didn’t avert his gaze, too in shock and high to care and slightly unable to process what he heard. Or maybe he was stunned? It could’ve gone either way.

Upon meeting your eyes, danny cleared his throat and looked away. Had you been paying closer attention, you would’ve noticed him shift in his seat and cover himself with a throw blanket. Sammy spoke first.

“God damn peach, okay. Can’t say i blame you though, i mean look at his nose.” danny grabbed a pillow and chucked it at his friend, successfully whacking him in the head. “SAM!” “don’t try to be humble daniel, you know i’m right.”

You thought to yourself while the guys bickered. It wouldn’t be fair for you to be the only one to answer that question, right? No, not at all, you decided. “Alright sammy, what about you? What’s something you think about too often?” you threw the question back at him, honestly not expecting much, but hoping you’d hear something at least a little interesting.

“I don’t think that’s how this game works, peach, but fine i’ll play nice,” he opened his mouth again to continue, but closed it, obviously hesitant to do so. No one pushed, even though it was clear all three of you were starting to feel a bit antsy. Sam cleared his throat and spoke once more, staring directly into your eyes, which were already trained on him. “I’ve always wanted to have a threesome. I just, uh, i don’t think i could be comfortable enough to do it with people i didn’t know and trust.” 

You nodded, not quite knowing what to say yet, and recognizing that you really wanted to know what danny’s answer would be. As if reading your mind, sam craned his neck to the side to ask danny the same question you two had answered. You and sam waited with baited breath. 

Was this going too far? Were lines being crossed? No, you were overthinking. It was a simple question stemming from stupid curiosity. Who cared, right? It definitely wasn’t a big deal and you were confident that it was mutually understood… or at least you tried telling yourself you were confident.

Danny looked at sam briefly then over to you, swallowing thickly and holding your gaze for maybe a touch too long. Neither of you dared to look away from the other, and maybe if you were sober you’d be more anxious about that, but at the moment you couldn’t find it in you to care. danny tried to compose himself and forced out a breathy laugh and looked at his hands in his lap before answering. “I, uh, i have to agree with you sammy,” he looked back at you before finishing his train of thought. “There’s just something unbelievably sexy about fucking a girl while she’s sucking another guy’s dick.” 

Your mouth went dry. Danny still hadn’t looked away, you assumed he was gauging your reaction. There was no way he didn’t do that on purpose. The way he stared at you, his hazel eyes glued to your own, which felt like they were now bulging out of your head. Now it was your turn to shift in your seat, your subconscious deciding clenching your thighs would help the fire growing inside of you. Given that danny was staring you down like a predator to his prey, he immediately noticed your actions and smirked at you. 

Apparently sam had decided to start paying more attention to what was going on between you and danny, also seeing you adjust your position on the couch. The air was thick with tension that had never shown its face amongst the three of you. Just innocent curiosity and playful answers. That’s all this was. It’s not like you could completely control your body’s natural reaction, you couldn’t be held responsible for the intense pulsing between your legs. That’s what you kept internally repeating. You’d start getting anxious if you didn’t.

Sam broke the silence first, never one for uncomfortable situations like the one you were currently in. he laughed a bit, but there was a hint of nerves behind it, you knew him well enough to be confident about that. “Peach, daniel,” you both turned to face him. “Should we?” your jaw dropped and danny choked on his drink. Those two words lingered in the air and it didn’t seem like anyone knew what to do or say.

You could probably just attribute your thoughts and feelings to the weed. It was the weed that got you into this position, sitting between your two best friends while contemplating sleeping with them. That was certainly new. now you couldn’t help yourself from thinking about both of them undressed, their hands and lips roaming all over your body. You’d seen them change before, but never had you seen them fully nude. Suddenly you wanted to know what they’d look like. You wanted to see them at their most vulnerable. You wanted them to explore every inch of your body and grace you with pleasure you’d only ever dreamt of feeling. You wanted to hear the sounds that would come out of their equally perfect mouths. The concern of lines being crossed no longer seemed significant to you. Why had that been a thing in the first place? None of it mattered anymore, and the lack of care only served to spur your sexual attraction to the two men sat next to you.

You looked at danny, wondering where that cockiness and arrogance from earlier had gone. You could see his mind racing, probably wondering what to do, just as you were. As if he felt your eyes burning holes into the side of his head, he looked up at you. At that moment you realized just how close he had gotten. Did he move at some point? You’d likely been distracted or perhaps you really were that unobservant. That didn’t matter either right now. Danny was a mere foot away from you, sammy only slightly further away. 

Then it was like someone had unhooked the imaginary leashes holding the three of you back. You all exchanged knowing glances before you muttered “fuck it” and pulled danny to you, immediately connecting your lips to his. There was no hesitation in his actions, kissing you deeply with one hand on your right cheek and the other on your left hip. His lips were softer than you’d imagined. They felt like silk against your own and you couldn’t help but release a slight moan. God, why hadn’t you done this before?

Needing more, you grabbed sam by the front of his shirt and pulled him over to you, only ceasing kissing danny when sam was a few inches from your face. This time it was sam who made the first move, cupping your face with both of his hands and kissing you to the point of fully stealing the breath from your lungs. His lips were just as soft as danny’s, but you noticed the difference in their kisses. Sam’s were full of wild energy, quick and fiery, but skilled and incredible nonetheless. Danny’s, on the other hand, were intense. He was firm and deliberate with his movements, seemingly knowing exactly what you needed and where you needed it without you having to utter a single word. That was convenient, you didn’t think you’d be able to form a sentence anyway.

With your lips being occupied by sam’s, danny took it upon himself to start kissing your neck, gently sucking and biting and drawing soft moans from you. With your mouth now open, sam slipped his tongue into it to taste you. The feeling of his tongue on yours had your mind racing, at least as much as it could while being clouded by the feeling of danny’s lips on your neck. Sam’s hands were all over your body, touching you as if he’d been dying to do so forever. Well, maybe he had. Maybe they both had, now that you considered it. Neither of them were timid or hesitant with their movements. They seemingly knew your body just as well as they knew your mind and the very idea of that alone lit your skin on fire. You didn’t have to instruct them or correct them with anything; a welcome change from past lovers.

Sam’s hands reached down to grab the bottom of your sweatshirt, which you happened to have stolen from him a while back. “I love how you look in my clothes, peach, but can i please take this off?” sam whined. You nodded furiously, fully knowing you wore nothing under it and you were itching to have his hands directly on your skin. Your action wasn’t enough for danny though. He grabbed you by your chin and turned your head to face him, giving you no choice but to look into his eyes. “Words, angel. We’re not doing anything if you don’t speak when you’re told to.” holy shit where did that come from??? 

It took you a second to shake yourself from the shock of danny’s dominance, something you’d never seen from him nor expected you ever would. He lowered the hand that was holding your chin to wrap around your throat, not really squeezing but firm enough to catch you off guard. “I’m expecting an answer, angel. Be a good girl and give me one.” you immediately responded, with a concrete “yes, yes please take it off sam.” hoping that would be sufficient for the two men to continue their actions and double hoping danny would praise you once more. You looked at him with wide, innocent eyes, silently pleading to hear those words. 

It was apparent right away that danny knew what you wanted from him. He looked at you with a half smirk adorning his face and his eyes blown with lust. He kissed you with so much passion and desire it would’ve knocked you off your feet had you not already been sitting. At some point sam had managed to take your sweatshirt off, you hadn't noticed at all and likely wouldn’t have for a minute had he not immediately attached his plump lips to your right breast. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, a breathy moan of sam’s name leaving your lips. He groaned at the sound and picked up the speed of his tongue flicking over your nipple, nibbling slightly on the bud here and there. While your eyes were shut, danny inched even closer to your body, leaning down to lick a stripe from your clavicle up to your ear and biting the lobe. You felt his warm breath against your ear and shuddered. Jesus, he barely did anything and you were already putty in his hands. 

Wrapping his hand around your throat again, with considerably more pressure than he had before, he spoke directly into your ear with the most sensual voice you’d ever heard in your life. “Such a fucking good girl.”

Your thighs clenched on their own accord and you made no attempt to hide or stifle your reactions. These men were about to own you - mind, body, and soul - and you truly could not be more excited. You wanted more, no, needed more and you needed it now. Somehow you managed to shoot yourself up from where you were seated and started walking towards your room. Sam and danny immediately looked at you with extreme concern written all over their faces. Sam spoke first, “peach? Everything okay?” he looked over at danny, slightly nervous that he might have done something wrong. You scrunched your brows and let out a breathy chuckle, “you didn’t think we were going to do this in my living room, did you?” neither of them spoke, simply waiting to see if there was more you had to say. This time you did laugh, your boys looked like lost puppies and it was admittedly adorable. You turned around to keep walking before you spoke again, “boys, bedroom. Now.”

The sounds of the two of them moving the second you stopped talking made your stomach do flips. This was really happening and for whatever reason, it didn’t feel wrong at all. That might have been what shocked you the most, the fact that it felt so, so, so right.

The boys caught up to you very quickly, with danny spinning you around to face him before throwing you over his shoulder, landing a sharp smack to your ass which was barely covered by your shorts before throwing you onto your bed.

You saw that sam had already started stripping himself of his clothes, clearly just as ready for this as you were and not wanting to waste any time. Danny on the other hand, made no effort to do the same. You internally noted their actions were just like their kisses. You looked between the two men, heart racing faster than it ever had. They stared at you like you were their last meal and they wanted nothing more than to absolutely fucking devour you. They would, you were certain of that. At that moment you realized you were wearing nothing but your shorts. What sam and danny didn’t know is that you had foregone underwear. 

Sam, who was in nothing but his boxer briefs, threw his long, flowing hair into a messy bun and looked over to danny. “Daniel, care to undress?” he looked at you before continuing, “Unless you want to sit on the sidelines while peach and i have some fun.” 

Danny scoffed in response and removed his shirt, “not a fucking chance am i missing out on this.” you found it nearly impossible to not gawk at danny. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him shirtless but it was the first time you really wanted to stare, nearly memorizing each and every rippling muscle on his toned body. Danny had always presented himself as playful and gentle, but in this very moment you wanted him to completely ruin you. He crawled his way onto the bed in front of you and leaned close enough to touch you, his thumb and forefinger being placed under your chin to softly lift it. You hadn’t even realized your mouth was agape and maybe that would’ve been embarrassing at any other given time, but now all you could think about were the goosebumps danny’s touch gave you. 

With his hand still under your chin, he moved closed to speak directly into your ear. “Close your mouth unless you want me to fuck it.” he inched away, chuckling darkly at your shocked expression. Somehow sammy didn’t seem to be thrown off by danny’s behavior, as if he already knew about this side of his best friend. What a cruel secret for them to keep from you.

Danny stepped away from the bed to finish undressing while sammy took his place, kissing you deeply while he hovered over your body. One of his hands reached around to land at the base of your head as the other started traveling down to the waistband of your shorts. Sammy had no energy to tease, immediately putting his hand into your shorts to feel the wetness that had accumulated. 

Sam’s head shot up to look at you the second he realized you weren’t wearing panties. He smirked and shook his head. “You dirty, dirty girl.” he wasted no time and nearly ripped your shorts right from your body, situating himself between your bare thighs. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of sam dragging his lips over your skin leaving kisses and gently biting. 

“Sammy, please.” you whined. 

He looked at danny, who was standing on the side of your bed palming himself over his briefs while staring intently at your naked figure, seemingly memorizing every inch of your body as you had done with his. “Is that not just the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard, dan? Beg a little more for me, peach. Tell me what you want.”

His voice was laced with his normal cocky tone, but it didn’t hold the same dominance danny’s did. You swallowed thickly before responding, finally feeling slightly timid. Sam raised an eyebrow and started pulling away, refusing to do anything until he heard explicitly what you wanted from him. You grabbed his wrist before he could get too far. “Your mouth, sammy. I want your mouth on me, please sammy, please.” both men groaned at the sound of your pleading. 

Sam leaned over to kiss you once more before he responded. “Your wish is my command, peach.” 

Immediately you felt his tongue on your core, the muscle flattened to lick a long, tantalizingly slow stripe through your folds. “Holy shit sammy.” you threw your head back and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of pure pleasure sam was giving you. You reached down with your right hand to tangle into his hair, grabbing a handful and tugging. Sam’s own moan in response sent vibrations straight to your heat that only added to the pleasure. The combination of licking and sucking had you reeling, but once he dipped his tongue into you, you felt as though you were about to explode. “Fuck, fuck FUCK!” you screamed as sam continued fucking you with his tongue. 

“Sounds like she’s close, sammy.” danny spoke. You opened your eyes to find him, seeing he was actually much closer than you thought. He sat on his knees to your right, his bulge mere inches away from your face. Your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. sam pulled away and lifted his face, slowly rubbing circles over your clit. “What do you think, danny? Should we let her cum?” 

You broke your stare from danny’s erection to look at sam. Let you??? Fuck. seeing the near panicked look in your eyes, the two of them chuckled. Danny made the final decision, “yeah i think she deserves it. Keep going sammy.” and without hesitation, sammy went back to work, licking up every last drop of the wetness that was between your thighs before inserting two fingers into your heat and curling them up just right, making you scream his name once more. It didn’t take long before you were coming undone on his fingers, your own fingers digging into the nearest thing which happened to be danny’s upper thigh. Danny hissed at the feeling of your nails leaving their mark on his skin, imprints of small crescent moons appearing rather quickly from the intense grip. 

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly after your release, but you slowly opened your eyes to find the two men watching you. Your timing was perfect - seeing sammy lick your juices from his fingers could have made you cum again. He smiled at you, a hint of mischief in his eyes, “so fucking sweet. Just like… peaches.” the nickname would forever have a completely different meaning.

Leaving you little time to relax, danny immediately grabbed your attention, reaching to move your head to face his bulge again. You looked up at him with wide eyes, silently begging him to let you touch him. He groaned loudly and his head fell back. “God, angel don’t look at me with those innocent eyes.” he looked back down when he felt your hand at the waistband of his underwear. “Go ahead baby, touch me.”

You moved from your position to one that gave you a better angle before pulling his briefs down. Shit. you’d occasionally thought about the possibility of danny packing, but god you didn’t realize just how big he really was. Despite the small bit of trepidation, you darted your tongue out to lick a stripe from base to tip, paying close attention to the spot right under the head of his dick. Danny’s hand grabbed a handful of your hair as he released the sexiest moan you’ve ever heard. You wanted that sound burned into your memory and hoped it wouldn’t be the last time you heard it that night. 

“Go on peach,” sammy nudged. “Show him that mouth is good for more than giving me shit.”

You adjusted to take danny into your mouth, or at least as much as you could, with your hand wrapping around what couldn’t fit. You felt danny’s grip in your hair tighten and you knew he was forcing himself to hold back from pushing your head down. You removed your mouth and looked up at him with those doe eyes you knew would set him off. “Do it danny, i can handle it.” knowing exactly what you were referring to, he released a shaky breath. “Remember you asked for it, angel.”

Almost right away, danny started fucking your mouth, the tip of his cock reaching the back of your throat with every thrust. You suddenly felt the urge to prove how well you could take him in your mouth and you grabbed the back of his thighs, pulling him even closer, deepthroating him. “ohhhh fuck… god damn angel your mouth is so fucking perfect. such a good girl for me.” you kept letting him use you for his pleasure, shocked at how turned on this was making you. after one thrust into your mouth, you pushed danny more, forcing his cock further down into your throat and holding it there for a bit. his unoccupied hand grabbed your headboard and you swore you heard a slight crack from the white knuckle grip he had on it. 

danny looked at you with his mouth ajar, breathing heavily and starting to sweat. you looked up at him with his dick in your mouth and batted your eyes, hearing him release a curse of your name under his breath. you felt him twitch and knew he was getting close, so you continuing bobbing your head up and down, letting your tongue lick his balls every time you took him all the way down. you got lost in the actions, enjoying what you were doing more than you expected to. danny abruptly pulled you off of him, swearing at the sight of the saliva trailing from your mouth to his cock. “I'm not finishing until i fuck you angel. you can swallow my cum another time.”

you rolled into your back and spread your legs, reaching your hand down to play with yourself and pouting when sam gently smacked it away. danny’s hand took its place while he kissed you. little time had passed since his lips were on yours but you felt your entire body relax at the feeling. it was like his lips belonged on yours. your lips parted from a moan when danny sped up the pace of his fingers on your clit, taking advantage of it and slipping his tongue into your mouth. his kisses were delicious and part of you realized you'd be fine with just that, genuinely never wanting it to end. 

breaking from the kiss, danny sat up and flipped you over, his strength flustering you for a second. “ass up angel.” he demanded.

sam had taken his place on his knees in front of you, cock hard and leaking with precum in front of your face. you licked your lips at the sight. “come on peach, let me feel your lips around my cock.”

you pumped him a few times before taking him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head for a bit before going down on him completely. you felt danny’s hands spread you from behind and gasped when you felt him spit right onto your pussy, rubbing the mix of his saliva and your own juices around you. sam looked up at his friend, “oh i think she liked that danny.”

danny’s hands started roaming around your body, touching whatever he could get to. “yeah? does our little cock slut like getting spit on like a fucking whore?” you moaned around sam's length and nodded as best as you could. the vibrations of your moan had sam bucking his hips, forcing himself further into your mouth and down your throat. danny spit on your dripping pussy once more before lining himself up with your entrance. as he pushed into you, sammy pushed on the opposite direction, causing both your throat and pussy to be completely filled by both men. it was the most amazing feeling you'd ever experienced and you knew you'd be begging for it more and more after this. 

the moan danny released at the feeling of your tight, wet heat wrapped around him was beautiful. the speed of his thrusts picked up immediately, clearly having no desire to take his time. the angle he fucked into was sheer perfection, hitting your g-spot every single time. meanwhile, sam had started fucking your throat, the cadence of his own thrusts matching danny’s. both of them continuously released the sexiest sounds. sammy being vocal in bed checked out, but you were shocked by how loud danny was, not that you were complaining in the slightest. 

“i wish you could see how gorgeous you look right now angel. sucking sammy off while getting railed, absolutely fucking stunning. such a good girl taking us both.”

danny’s palm striking your ass pulled you from your thoughts. you had little time to process before he landed another smack, taking a second to soothe the skin right after. you clenched around him, his fingers digging into your hips harder than they had before. 

“oh fucking hell angel. shit you feel so fucking good wrapped around me. it's like your pussy was fucking made to take my cock.” the mix of praises and sheer filth coming from danny’s mouth drove you wild. you could feel your orgasm coming on and knew by the persistent twitching of sam’s dick that he was close too. wanting him to cum, you sucked with more fervor, encouraging him to finish. 

“god damn peach that mouth is perfection.” you hummed around him in response, looking up to see his face flushed and eyes screwed shut from pleasure. you released him from your mouth and pumped him as you spoke, “fuck my mouth again sammy, please. i want it so badly.” both sam and danny groaned at the sound of your begging. 

danny’s thrusts quickened and sam proceeded to fuck your mouth just as you had asked. only going for a bit longer before getting to his own release. “peach, fucking shit I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna- FUCK!” he pushed himself further down your throat as he came, one of his fists still gripping your hair while the other threaded through his own. slowing his thrusts, he removed himself from your mouth, making sure you licked him clean. 

“atta girl,” danny praised from behind you. with your mouth now free, danny reached around to pull you back towards him, your back flushed against his chest. his grip moved to wrap around your throat while he fucked up into you. “you looked so fucking sexy sucking sam’s dick while i pounded that tight little pussy. fuck i bet you loved every second of it, huh? my greedy little fuck doll.” you let out the most pornographic moan and grabbed onto danny’s forearm. your head fell back onto his shoulder which danny took advantage of, sucking on your neck with the intent to leave plenty of marks. you didn't care one bit, in fact you welcomed it. you loved the notion of him claiming you in such a way. 

you felt yourself getting closer, familiar feeling of your impending orgasm creeping up once more. “danny, I'm- fuck- I'm so close.” you whimpered.

suddenly you felt sams lips around your clit, sucking deliciously to pull you closer to your release. the feeling of the two of them drove you wild, but the thought of sam’s mouth being on you while danny’s thick cock filled you up had you reeling. this was really happening. danny released his hand from your throat and whispered in your ear “cum for me angel. i want you to soak my cock.”

those words were all you needed, you orgasm bursting from you in a way you'd never felt before. it was intense in the best way possible, and for a brief moment your entire body felt as light as a feather. you heard sam curse from his position below you and you looked down once you were able to open your eyes. 

not only had you soaked danny’s cock, but also sammy’s face. droplets from your release falling from his nose and chin. ‘holy fucking shit that did not just happen’ you thought to yourself. the sight of you squirting had danny feeling absolutely feral, his thrusts rapidly picking up speed until he finished inside you, the warmth of his own release causing you to moan.

after working himself through his own orgasm, danny pulled out from you and walked to the bathroom to grab a warm towel to clean you up. once he had, the three of you laid flat on your bed, all panting, sweating, and completely spent. no one spoke a single word, obviously trying to process all of what happened. you easily could've passed out right then and there, and you might have, had sam not spoken up.

“well,” he began, drawing both yours and danny’s attention to him. “that was by far the best game of truth or dare i've ever played.”

#gvf smut #greta van fleet smut #danny wagner gvf #danny wagner #danny wagner smut #danny gvf #daniel wagner #sammy kiszka #sammy gvf #sammy kiszka smut #sam kiszka #sam kiszka gvf #sammy kiszka gvf #sam kiszka smut #greta van fleet #gvf #gretavanfleet #my fics

[an-anxious-gay-mess]

Here's my headcanons of what neurodivergencies the lab rats (and leo) would have if I had been allowed to write this show

Adam: 

-ADHD and Dyslexia  

-"What do you mean the letters aren't supposed to move around?"

 "Uh" 

"Are you telling me most people don't have to read the same paragraph six times???" 

"Uh-"

 - After he got diagnosed he actually became a bit more interested in learning! It helps that most people are actually working with him now instead of just reassuring him that he's dumb -Chase especially feels really bad for teasing him so much without realizing how hard Adam had to try and researches ways to help people like him study 

-Adam still doesn't go out of his way to do well though, he's fine as long as he's passing his classes 

- is almost never standing still. He loves swivel chairs and will spend hours just spinning back and forth completely zoned out before he realizes he should probably eat something that day  

-the only time you'll see him completely still is when he's sleeping or super upset about something. He gets RSD pretty bad sometimes and will just shut down completely when upset

Chase 

-Autism, baby!! 

-Gets really bad sensory overload and has a lot of meltdowns if he gets too overwhelmed 

-he gets frustrated with himself a lot when he gets sensory overload and will try to ignore it, which usually makes it worse 

-He has a lot of stims but he typically will only do the more visual ones when he feels safe (mostly when he's alone or with his family if he knows they won't make fun of him) 

-Just. Constant info dumping. If you're going to start a conversation with him make sure you have at least 15 spare minutes to learn about the history of needle work (or whatever he's been researching that week)

-hates eye contact but will force himself for the sake of being Professional, to the point where he makes himself do more destructive stims (like pulling at his hair) or even having a meltdown

-(his family yells at him for doing this A Lot "Chase please just put on the goddamn headphones why do you do this to yourself-") 

-he was kind of embarrassed about being autistic at first and still tries to hide it most of the time to prevent people from bullying him about it, but after a while he learns to accept that it's not his fault people want to be dicks, and that autism isn't something to be ashamed of

Bree:

-dyslexia and anxiety 

-She's the one I have the least amount of headcanons for whoops-

-i think unlike Adam she's really embarrassed about being dyslexic and goes out of her way to avoid talking about it

-this is partially because of her anxiety too: she doesn't want to bother her teachers or anyone so she never mentions anything about getting accommodations 

-because of this she struggles a lot in some of her classes, but she spends a lot of time worrying about them and studying too

-she's had a lot of panic attacks at 3 am over trigonometry 

-after a while of her grades getting worse the school guidance counselor probably pulls her aside and is like "you know we can give you extra time to do tests right?" And basically gets her all the accommodations she needs 

-Bree is like "wow glad I spent 2 years building that 5 minute conversation up in my head and making myself worry so much I threw up multiple times" 

-she generally tries to not let anxiety control her too much, and once she gets some help from her teachers she gets way fewer panic attacks over school work

-she even tries to over compensate by trying to appear like nothing worries her even though Everything does

-she hates when her brother's occasionally go on missions without her (like if she's sick or injured), and her anxiety will scream at her the whole time they're gone

-they're always willing to reassure her that they're okay, though, and will even update her over headsets when they can 

-she also worried a lot that people around her are secretly mad at her or don't like her. Her family is usually willing to reassure her that they love her, but it does tend to put a strain on relationships she forms outside of them 

-also I think part of the reason she latches onto texting so much (besides the stereotypical Teenage Girl thing) is because spell check is a godsend 

Leo

-OCD and autism 

-tasha: uh hey buddy what are you doing?

6 year old leo: idk stacking these blocks 

Tasha: oh, okay, why don't we work together to make a big tower?

Leo: no. There must be Exactly Six blocks in each tower 

Tasha: okay buddy that's great :)

-the lab rats are initially very confused by some of his rituals 

-for example: when he turned the lights in a room on or off, he had to flick the switch 5 times. Or at night, he had to check to make sure the door was locked three times 

-they asked him if that was something that most people did in the outside world, and he explained to them what OCD was, and eventually told them about a bunch of other neurodivergences

-"wait so you said you have something called autism too?"

"Yeah, it's what makes me do that thing where I flap my hands sometimes. A lot of people with autism will know a lot of stuff about a few specific topics and will hate eye contact and other people touching them, but everyone is different"

Chase: "tell me more right now."

-that's how they end up getting diagnosed too!

-Leo tells them about different disorders (including ones they don't have) and they immediately launch onto the feeling of Are You Telling Me Other People Do This?

-they go to Big D about it and he's pretty accepting right away 

-they debate a lot at first whether they want to get professionally diagnosed, but then they decide that it would be a lot easier to get accommodations at school with a doctor backing them up

-where was I going with this I'm completely spiraling

#long post #lab rats #bree davenport #chase davenport #adam davenport #leo dooley #these are kind of ooc but i havent fully watched this show in a couple years lmao

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar

(Part 3! Starring Mini Mammon and Mini Asmo!)

Part 1 Part 2 Lessons 1-5 Underground Tomb special Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Part 4

MC names:

Lucifer’s kid=L!MC | Mammon’s kid=M!MC | Asmo’s kid=A!MC

Why did bad things happen to good people? Well... Lucifer being a good person is up to interpretation. He hadn’t done anything too heinous recently, his instruments of torture were collecting dust for goodness sake! So why oh why was he staring down two half demon children who looked suspiciously like two of his brothers?

The first kid to step forward was Mammon’s without a doubt, but their general demeanour was very different from their father’s. Perhaps their other parent had done a good job-

“What the fuck was that?!”

Never mind. The kid had Mammon’s pottymouth.

The other child surveyed the scene with a nervousness that their suspected parent never possessed. The kid’s gaze fell on Lucifer, their eyes began to glow ever so slightly. “Uh-um...” the kid cleared their throat. “Someone explain what’s going on!”

Was this child seriously trying to use manipulation powers on Lucifer? He almost laughed at the mere idea of someone trying. The child didn’t even seem to be aware that they were doing it. When their question was met with blank stares, they instantly shrank back and practically hid behind the first half demon. Despite the severe self-esteem difference, this kid was Asmodeus’.

Lucifer’s own child cleared their throat and smiled. “Welcome to the Devildom!”

The Uncle That Looks Like he Has his Shit Together but he Leaves the Reunion Drunk off his Rocker (Lucifer)

Ah shit here we go again-

Okay- okay. Normally he’d scold L!MC for taking Diavolo’s line, but Dia had recovered from his shock and was now gushing over the new exchange students like an excited puppy.

“Okay... L!MC you’re going to need to share your room.”

“What?! Why?!”

“Unless Belphie is willing to give up the attic as a nap spot-”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”

“You’re sharing your room.”

RAD was buzzing with gossip for the entire first month of the second attempt at the exchange program. The threats of being eaten were once again stamped out very quickly.

(Special thanks to L!MC for being a good bodyguard)

Now, Lucifer didn’t exactly know what to expect when it came to the child of his favourite brother. Mammon was a dumbass, but this kid... this kid...

Was smart.

For the first time in Lucifer’s very long life he felt compelled to place someone in a higher echelon than himself.

Mammon’s child managed to successfully budget that dumpster fire of a house. On the first fucking day. Not only that. This kid managed to skim FIVE THOUSAND GRIMM OFF THE TOP AND THE BUDGET STILL WORKED! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT-

Lucifer and Mammon thanked whatever spirit was watching over them because they truly believed their financial woes were over.

Shame that M!MC also spent their money on dumb stuff they didn’t need. Like father like child.

It’s no secret that Lucifer does have a bit of a soft spot for Asmo, I mean, who doesn’t love Asmo? But A!MC was a blessing sent right from the Celestial Realm.

They were just... too sweet. Way too sweet. Lucifer was actively getting cavities just being near them.

Anyone who bothered A!MC and M!MC during the first month ended up getting... uh... suspended.

(We can assume the threat of suspension would have extended to those who bothered L!MC but all the lesser demons were already terrified of them.)

Normally when Lucifer called someone into his study it was to lecture them for at least four hours and then send them to their rooms, but he was having quite the difficult time actually being upset with M!MC and A!MC.

A!MC looked close to tears and M!MC just stared right back at Lucifer with little to no fear in their eyes.

“Starting a fight during the first week of school is not how I expected the exchange students to behave.” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, and prepared to continue the lecture, when he heard a sniffle. There wasn’t enough Demonus in the entire Devildom...

“I-I’m s—sorry...” A!MC sniffled, quickly wiping at their eyes. “Th-they were being r-really scary and we did-didn’t know what else to do...”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“I threw them out of the window.” M!MC huffed. “They were bein’ a dick.”

“So you threw them out of a window?”

“That um...” A!MC mumbled. “That’s not all... I may have... told them to stick their head in a toilet first...”

“You made them stick their head in a toilet,” Lucifer turned to M!MC. “And then you threw them out of a window?”

“Yes.” M!MC and A!MC replied. Lucifer downed the rest of his glass of Demonus and debated whether or not it would be a show of weakness to slam his forehead into the desk in front of the children.

Lucifer looked between the two for a moment, then shook his head and sighed. “It’s my job to deal with threats to the exchange students, not yours.” Lucifer stood in front of the two, he rested his hands on their heads and gave them a quick pat, before knocking their heads together. “Next time someone bothers you, tell me. If I hear even a whisper of you two getting into another fight, I’m hanging you from the ceiling. Is that clear?”

A!MC and M!MC looked at each other, then back at Lucifer and nodded. “Yes sir!”

“Good.” Lucifer removed his hand from their heads. “Now shoo.”

Flying lessons for the two of them went way quicker than it did for L!MC, mainly because L!MC was a way better teacher.

As much as Lucifer loved his newly found niblings, he couldn’t show it too much. Outward softness was reserved for L!MC and L!MC only. M!MC and A!MC were stuck with silent acts of affection.

Every once and a while a little present or two would end up in M!MC or A!MC’s possession. Some ice cream money for M!MC when they blew their part of the budget on fancy sunglasses, a multiplayer video game that the three half-demons could play together, new shoes when A!MC accidentally ruined their’s...

He’s a good uncle. A scary uncle. But a good uncle. ^_^

(Don’t tell him I said that, I’m still in trouble for advertising Mammon’s escape Go Fund Me and I don’t want to have to write the rest of this HC hanging upside down.)

He’s Not Like the Other Dads, he’s a Cool Dad! (Mammon)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (Fear)

He’s a dad?! HE’S TO YOUNG TO BE A DAD! Hang on- he’s over five thousand years old...

Oh would you look at that! His kid pulled out a calculator.

...his annual income? Uh... why do you- HEY! WHAT’S WITH THAT FACE?!

M!MC puffed out their cheek as they continued to add the ever growing list of numbers into the calculator. Mammon was trying to get a peak at what they were calculating. M!MC suddenly looked up and practically lit up the room with their smile. Aw, their fangs were growing in!

They had a devilishly charming smile, just like their pop! A real chip off the old block! It almost brought a tear to Mammon’s eye and he actually felt compelled to give this kid all the money he had on him. Maybe even his Rolex too!

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed,” M!MC said sweetly. “My... dad.”

“Yep! That’s uh... that’s me!” Mammon awkwardly ruffled his kid’s hair, the kid laughed good naturedly.

M!MC’s sweet as honey smile flipped from elated to malicious in a manner of nanoseconds. “You owe over thirteen years of child support. Dad.”

Everyone say thank you to Lucifer and Diavolo for getting M!MC to compromise and not try and sue their father.

If you thought Mammon spoiled L!MC you’ve got another thing coming. Mammon’s wallet never stood a chance against his kid.

Poor Goldie, press F to pay respects.

Mammon also tried to teach A!MC and M!MC to drive, M!MC has no regard for their safety, the safety of others, or the laws of the road, buuuuuuuut they manage to get the car back with no dents and no property damage bills are being delivered to the house sooooo...

A!MC can drive fine... it’s just that they adhere to literally every law known to demonkind, which means neither Mammon or Asmo are allowed to open up the sunroof and do that movie thing where they pop their heads out and yell something. ITS NOT SAFE!

Our beloved dummy also tried to teach his kid how to play poker, with... limited success.

“Aw, come on kiddo.” Mammon smirked, flicking his kid on the nose. “Your poker face is awful, I can also see your cards from here.”

M!MC growled and held their cards closer to their face. “My poker face is fine!” It was in fact, not fine.

Mammon scratched his head and thought for a moment. Was he sure that this kid was his? I mean, they weren’t good at poker, had terrible luck in blackjack and roulette, and could barely understand the rules of craps. Craps! While he was lamenting the loss of possible gambling winnings, an idea hit Mammon at a thousand miles an hour.

“Hey kid, you’re damn good at math like your great and amazin’ father, have you ever thought about learnin’ how to count cards?”

Fancy outfits on, hair done (sorta), car ready, the two were off to the casino after quite the intense training montage. It appeared that casinos in the Devildom allowed children inside... Diavolo should really fix that.

“Okay M!MC, you remember what to do, right?”

“Yes. Remember the signal, and if someone catches on, deny deny deny.”

Mammon gave his kid a slap on the back. “Damn straight! You got this, bud.”

As the night dragged on, M!MC and Mammon had made their weight in money, paper money, they had made a SHIT ton is what I’m saying. Tragically, neither the Avatar of Greed or his child had any sense to leave before their luck crashed like the Stock Market in 1929.

They were both Icarus, and they were playing chicken with the sun... and by 3 am they were also playing chicken with security.

“GO GO GO!” Mammon shouted as he and M!MC sprinted towards the car, the night’s winnings in hand.

“I think I lost a shoe!” M!MC gasped as they scrambled into the car, security on their heels.

“I’ll buy you new shoes JUST PUT ON YOUR SEATBELT!”

Re-enacting every Fast and the Furious movie in twenty minutes was how that lovely night of father/child bonding should have ended... until they got home and realized they were locked out.

“The window to my room!” M!MC whispered, pointing up at their window. “It’s usually unlocked, we can climb up to get to it.”

“Good idea!”

M!MC tucked the bag full of their precious money under their arm and began the climb to their window, their father close behind. They had almost made it, they were so close, M!MC could literally touch the window-

The window swung open and the smiling faces of L!MC and A!MC greeted them.

“Oh my, it looks like we have some delinquents breaking curfew~.” L!MC cooed, resting their head on their hand.

“You shouldn’t be gambling this late! A-and your accessories don’t match!” A!MC huffed.

“Oi! L!MC, A!MC! What are ya doin’ up this late! It’s not good for ya!” Mammon whisper-yelled.

“My sleep schedule should be the least of your concerns right now, right A!MC?” L!MC elbowed A!MC, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep! Those who break curfew are hung from the ceiling by their toes.” A!MC shuddered.

M!MC rolled their eyes and stuck out their hand. “Come on L!MC! Let us in! You should listen to your older cousin!”

Upon hearing M!MC pull the older cousin card L!MC smiled deviously, grabbing both of M!MC’s hands. “Of course, dear cousin.” They leaned in. “Long live the king!”

L!MC shoved M!MC downward, Mammon caught them, but lost his own grip and they both lost hold of the money, which fell out of the bag and onto the ground like snow. Paper snow...

Oh well, at least Mammon and M!MC landed in some of the bushes...

“Ya know,” Mammon said as the money fell around them. “I’ve had dreams where this has happened.”

“Wow,” M!MC smiled. “Me too!”

Yep. This was his kid alright.

Not all his father/kid time revolved around money, it also revolved around both of them trying to avoid horror movie night without making it look like they were chickening out.

“Okay, I’ll fake a medical emergency!”

“Kid, no! They’ll never believe that!”

Since A!MC had their father’s eye for fashion and none of the judgemental comments, the kid became Mammon’s unofficial style coach.

“U-um... I hate to say it but those shoes don’t match with the rest of the outfit, the silhouette is confusing...”

“What’re ya talkin’ about? I look fantastic!”

“Are you blind? You look like a thrift store threw up on you.”

“Who invited you, Asmo?!”

“I’m here to support A!MC! You’re doing great by the way, sweetie!”

He may have cried a little when M!MC was able to fly without help... sniffle... they grow up so fast...

Oh- oh fuck they both crashed into the tree-

Oh My God he Actually Showed Up?! (Levi)

That... that couldn’t be real life! A shut-in’s worst nightmare! More people he needed to talk to!

Considering Mammon and Asmo’s track record with taking care of his things, Levi was incredibly hesitant to invite the two to binge anime with him and L!MC.

It seemed that the two normies inherited their fathers’s level of respect for closed doors. What I’m saying is the two crashed anime night.

“I have never seen such bullshit before.”

M!MC’s hands were stuffed in about five pairs of socks each, effectively turning their hands into useless nubs.

“You be quiet! This is to make sure that you don’t take any of my things and try and sell them on Akuzon!” Levi hissed, turning back to make sure his figurines were safe from the mini Mammon. A!MC was standing awkwardly next to L!MC, who was sitting in Levi’s gaming chair reading manga.

“So what are we going to watch..?” A!MC piped up. “I haven’t really watched much anime but I did watch Digimon...”

“I was more of a Beyblade kid.” M!MC hit their sock-stumps together to make a thumping noise.

Levi looked like he was ready to have a stroke. “L-listen! Those are gateway anime! You two need to watch proper anime! Non-dubbed anime!”

A!MC let out a shriek and stared at their reflection in a very shiny looking gundam figurine. “Have I been wearing off colour lip gloss the entire day?! O-oh no... I’m a mess!”

Levi let out a strangled wail and snatched the gundam out of A!MC’s hands. “D-don’t touch that! It’s worth more than a house!”

“It is?!” M!MC perked up and tried to wrestle their way out of their sock-gloves.

“Don’t make me stick you in a straight jacket...” Levi growled. He turned to L!MC with a pleading look on his face. “Please make them stop...”

L!MC grinned deviously and closed their book. “Of course I’ll help you, if we watch season two of The Promised Neverland.”

Levi shrieked and nearly pulled out his hair then and there. “It’s manga divergent! MANGA DIVERGENT! THEY SKIPPED SO MANY ARCS!”

M!MC and A!MC continued to wreak both purposeful and accidental havoc on Levi’s room, he was just about ready to summon Lotan then and there when L!MC shrugged.

“The ball’s in your court, Levi.” L!MC leaned back in the chair and resumed reading their manga.

Levi’s willpower shattered the moment he heard something fall off one of his cabinets. “WE CAN WATCH WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST MAKE THEM STOOOOOP!”

Quick as a flash, L!MC was out of the chair and had both M!MC and A!MC by the ears.

“HEY!” L!MC growled. “STOP ACTING LIKE IDIOTS OR SO HELP ME GRANDFATHER YOU TWO WON’T LIVE TO SEE GRADUATION!”

M!MC and A!MC became the most well behaved children in the Devildom after that... and L!MC and Levi got to watch their anime in peace.

Okay, Levi wasn’t heartless, he loved his lame normie niblings. They were just very very loud...

Though, M!MC was very good at finding merch for way lower prices... and A!MC actually really liked some of the anime they watched... Maybe they weren’t so bad.

M!MC’s attempts to budget that financial dumpster fire of an otaku was not going well, at least until M!MC convinced Lucifer to dangle concert tickets in front of Levi like a carrot on a stick until he agreed to do his best to stay within the monthly budget.

Levi had learned his lesson from L!MC’s flying lessons and steered clear of them, but luck was not on his side. The ONE time he willingly stepped outside of the house...

Both M!MC and A!MC crashed right into him.

The Uncle With the Cat You Never See and Aren’t Really Allowed to Pet. (Satan)

Oh fuck him sideways the house was going to be so much louder... Say goodbye to his quiet reading time...

On the bright side, the look of pure disbelief and exhaustion on Lucifer’s face gave Satan the biggest rush of serotonin he’d ever had in his life.

To be honest, he got on well with Asmo, and he... well it’s Mammon.

Could have been worse.

Could have been ANOTHER child of Lucifer.

“So... who do you think did it?” M!MC asked as the opening to the fourth episode of the murder documentary they were watching began. “I think it was the sister.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” Satan asked.

M!MC shrugged. “Chick’s shifty.”

“I um... I think they disappeared on their own accord.” A!MC murmured. “I mean, so far it seemed the two’s home lives sucked...”

“Good theory.” Satan nodded to himself. “But both of you are wrong, it was very clearly the mother and the neighbour.”

“On what evidence do you make that assumption?” L!MC asked, imitating Satan’s voice. Detective Toe Beans was sprawled out on their lap.

Satan glowered at L!MC and leaned over to scratch Bean behind the ears. “The step-mother and neighbour are backing up each other’s alibis and they have a motive, access to a possible murder weapon, and a way of disposing of the corpses.”

L!MC rolled their eyes. “That’s a load of crap. It was just the step-mother. The mother had the motive, she and the father were on the outs, she wanted the father’s inheritance all to herself so she got rid of his kids.”

“How many more episodes of this are there?” M!MC asked. “This seems like a really dragged out way of just saying: I don’t know.”

“Sh! They’re explaining possible corpse disposal methods!” Satan hissed.

The four of them traded theories until the documentary series eventually ended with an unsatisfying ‘we dunno’.

“This is such shit...” M!MC muttered. “How have they managed to fill eight episodes with all these leads and evidence and the case is still unsolved?!”

“It’s because everyone involved was incompetent and stupid.” Satan sighed.

“You know,” L!MC smirked. “With all the true crime stuff the four of us watch, we could create the perfect crime.”

“We really could.” M!MC nodded in agreement.

“Using A!MC’s powers no one would suspect us...” Satan rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Uh...” A!MC shifted uncomfortably. “On an unrelated note... I’m going to go...”

As A!MC scampered out of the room, L!MC turned to Satan and M!MC.

“There’s always the one weak person in the group who’s not down with murder.”

“A sad truth.”

“Hang on I thought we were talking about theft or something-”

Satan and M!MC are surprising study buddies, hell, they even help Mammon study. Or... it’s more accurate to say that they try to help Mammon study.

A!MC is good company, they’re quiet when they read, unlike most people in the house who felt the need to provide commentary on every single event that occurs in the book.

After proving to be quite useless in L!MC’s flight lessons, he just reminded the two new half demons to wear protective padding.

The Hot Single Dad That’s In Every Romcom That Features a Child (Asmo)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (excitement)

Oh... his... father... HE WAS A DILF NOW-

He practically vaulted out of his seat to coo and fuss over his new found hellspawn, they were just SO CUTE!

Their wings were just like his! So adorable! Oh and those little horns! They were so cute Asmo just might have combusted then and there.

Of course, he couldn’t combust without finding out which of his flings had made such an adorably shy mini-him.

“Ah! I remember that party!” Asmo squee-ed as he looked at a picture of A!MC’s parent. “They looked so hot in that outfit I swear I was completely-”

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer grumbled. “That’s a child in front of you.”

“Oh! Right! Mind if I call your ren, A!MC?” Asmo asked, ruffling their kid’s hair. “I want to see if they remember me fondly!”

As Asmo chattered with A!MC’s parent about just how adorable and perfect their kid turned out, Asmo leaned over to A!MC to ask a question.

“A!MC, I know this is sudden but how do you feel about getting a sib-”

“ASMODEUS IF YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE I WILL FEED YOU TO CERBERUS!”

“Tsk. Rude.”

It’s safe to say Asmo adores his kid. I mean, they’re 50% him, how could he not.

He didn’t exactly have experience with the whole... being a big part of his kids’s life thing. Sure he held the unofficial record for most kids but that was because effective birth control hadn’t been invented at the time when he was allowed to run rampant in the human world, not because he was an A+ dad.

None of that mattered! He was going to be a 10/10 dad to A!MC!

They were so shy... so... mouse-like...

“Um... dad?” A!MC awkwardly twiddled there thumbs as they stood in the doorway to their father’s room. The sweet smell of whatever essential oil was being spread with the diffuser did next to nothing to calm the poor half-demon’s nerves.

Asmo popped his head out of his walk-in closet with a sparkling smile. “Yes, child of mine?”

“I um, just wanted to ask...” A!MC was desperately trying to stave off an oncoming stutter-spiral. “H-h-how- *ahem* how do- ugh...”

A!MC steeled their face and straightened their posture.

“How do I be confident like you?!” They blurted that out a little too loud for comfort, but Asmo’s near-immediate joy quashed any embarrassment A!MC was feeling.

“You want to be like little ol’ me?” Asmo gushed, clearly trying to hide just how flattered he was. “Well, of course you do! Your dad’s got your back. So first what we’re going to do-”

The Avatar of Lust had done the stereotypical early 2000s movie makeover many times before, but never with so much enthusiasm. His kid’s style was fine, it wasn’t a lack of pizazz either, it was the lack of confidence in the pizazz.

“Okay, now stand up straight.”

A!MC straightened their back as much as they could.

“Perfect! Chin up, shoulders back, and there you go!”

A!MC didn’t look too different on account that Asmo felt like their fashion sense was perfect, but dear not-old dad coached MC on a new walk, better posture, and Asmo filled their arms with about seven boxes of self-care supplies.

“What’s all this for?” A!MC asked, shifting the weight of the boxes slightly so they could actually see their dad.

“That, A!MC, is all the stuff you need to have confidence.” Asmo explained. “It’s not required of course, but it sure does help.”

“I’m not sure I follow...”

“Oh sweetie, it’s simple really. When you take care of yourself, you feel better, and when you feel better, you look better, and when you look better and feel better, your confidence skyrockets!” Asmo shifted some of the boxes A!MC was carrying around so they could stand up straighter and not be held down by the weight of the self-care arsenal. “Good posture stops your back from hurting, dressing decently helps you feel better about your appearance, as does taking care of your skin, aaaaaand all this will culminate in you being your best!”

A!MC still looked a bit skeptical, but they nodded anyway.

“Remember MC!” Asmo said as he led MC back to their room to help them sort their new stuff. “Confidence in yourself doesn’t happen overnight, so don’t let Mammon try and sell you a fix-all potion because it’s just boiled Gatorade.”

“O-okay- wait did you just say-”

“Yes, boiled Gatorade.” Asmo shuddered. “Let’s not talk about that.”

Dear uncle Asmo? A financial dumpster fire?! It’s more likely than you’d think.

Sure, Asmo’s got a job and makes his own money, but Geez Louise... one demon does not need that much hand cream! Or that many questionable Akuzon packages that everyone is too afraid to touch...

M!MC had their work cut out for them is what I’m trying to say.

Of course... once M!MC realized what a lost cause getting Asmo to stop with the obsessive bath bomb purchases was and a few too many insults were thrown at M!MC’s dear dad... some of Asmo’s things went uh... “missing”

But would you look at that! No one went over-budget!

Even though their dads have a fierce party related rivalry, A!MC and M!MC get along great. It’s very wholesome.

The Uncle That Helps You Pester Whoever is in Charge of the Food at the Family Reunion About Dessert (Beel)

Yay! More kids :)

Do you think any of them know how to cook? No? Okay... :(

Beel adores his new niblings with all his heart and soul, and Belphie’s out of the attic and is able to meet them with everyone else this time! Yay!

I didn’t mention this in the other parts- but Beel totally gave L!MC piggyback rides whenever they asked, but now that two more kids have arrived... it’s now a fight to be tall.

But yea- kids like uncle Beel. Strong contender for favourite uncle.

“Do you think this is right?” A!MC asked as they fiddled with the settings on the stovetop.

“No clue. Do we put the cheese on while the meat is cooking or do we wait until after?” M!MC asked, they flipped through multiple cheeseburger recipes on their DDD, their frustration growing. “Hang on- do we have a deep fryer?”

A!MC rummaged around the cupboards and shelves for a good fifteen minutes and came back empty handed. “No, but I’ve seen videos of people making fries without a deep fryer, I think we just need to heat up vegetable oil and drop the potatoes in.”

After setting up the make-shift deep fryer, the two cousins carefully dropped the first fry into the oil, then screamed like banshees when some oil splashed close to their hands.

“Did you get burned?!” M!MC asked, A!MC shook their head.

“No, you?”

“Nah...” M!MC eyed the oil warily. “We should do this one at a time to be safe...”

It was an awkward process, grab potato, place potato, scream, make sure no one is burned, repeat. As... decent as the process was, with both of them manning the deep fryer, no one was manning the patties that were now completely charred.

“What’s going on in here? It smells like Solomon’s cooking.” Beel poked his head into the kitchen and saw two very upset children and the world’s messiest kitchen.

“We’re failures. That’s all...” M!MC murmured.

“We wanted to make lunch for all of us and we ruined it...” A!MC added.

Beel’s heart was set to explode then and there- but his stomach growled. “You tried your best, don’t feel too bad. Let’s get cheeseburgers somewhere else with Belphie.”

M!MC and A!MC nodded enthusiastically as the three of them left the destroyed kitchen behind them.

After Beel had to sling a sleeping Belphie over his shoulder, the now four of them were halfway out the door before they heard L!MC scream bloody murder.

“YOU IDIOTS COME BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP RIGHT NOW!”

M!MC and A!MC made eye contact, then sprinted out the door. “CHEESEBURGERS FIRST!”

A!MC and M!MC probably go to all of Beel’s games like the little super fans they are. Beel is very grateful for the support! :D

Flying lessons? Nnnnnot again. He’s here for moral support and moral support only. And to catch the two babs when they inevitably fall.

The Uncle Who Was Like... Really Racist the Last Time You Saw Him But He’s Not Anymore (Belphie)

So he uh... he didn’t try and kill these two. That already gave the two newbies a better first impression than what he gave to L!MC.

The Anti Lucifer league ALSO grew, just by one member though. A!MC was very easily persuaded to snitch on whatever prank the group concocted.

The attic nap club gained two new members, but Belphie still had to deal with wings hitting him in the face and waking him up. He’d usually return the favour with a swat from his tail.

“M!MC I swear I will throw you out of the window if you kick me again.” Belphie murmured, mashing his face into his pillow.

“Mmmph.” M!MC threw a pillow in Belphie’s direction.

“Quit whining, Belphie.” L!MC huffed. “You’re doing better than me.”

A!MC had attached themselves to L!MC like a sloth to a tree and would not let go or stop drooling. Ah schadenfreude, the best feeling in the galaxy...

“Stop with that look.” L!MC hissed, Belphie snickered. “I’m telling you to quit it because you’ll wake up Beel, and Beel is solving your M!MC problem.”

Belphie turned to see Beel practically crush M!MC into a bone breaking hug in his sleep.

“Should we do something about that?” L!MC yawned.

Belphie smirked his little douchebag smirk. “Eh, let them stew for a few more minutes.”

“Help me...” M!MC rasped.

Out of the three, A!MC is probably the best nap buddy, they bring in their own pillows and don’t hog the blankets.

Belphie is once again at the forefront for taking videos of the flying lessons, at least till M!MC accidentally broke Belphie’s DDD.

Just a friendly reminder, the sleepy cow man would kill for these kids.

Look at them funny and no one will find your body.

Okay! That’s part 3 done! I had to cut Belphie’s and Satan’s short because of post limit stuff, but the stuff with the side characters is coming soon! Also, Mammon would like me to inform all those who donated to his Go Fund Me that you will NOT be getting your money back, he has a kid to deck out in full Gucci now, he needs the cash!

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Vampire Shift~

ꕥPosted: 5/23/21

ꕥGenre: Fluff, Smut, Angst, College!au, Horror!au

ꕥPairing: Fem!Reader x Vampire!Jongho (feat Wooyoung and Minho from skz)

ꕥWord Count: ~5.9k (whoops)

ꕥWarnings: Horror themes, Language, Thigh riding, Unprotected sex, Mentions of blood and blood sucking (please lmk if I missed anything)

ꕥTag List: @cappujinho @bobateastay

ꕥA/N: I hope you all don’t a more spooky concept! Halloween is my favorite holiday and even though its May, it’s always spooky season to me lolol. Also! Feel free to listen to Vampire Shift by All Time Low while reading this (it’s only on YouTube I cry) since this is inspired by the song :)

It was a terrible idea, really, to work the night shift at a gas station alone. Even more so when you’re a young woman whose only defense is the pepper spray on her key chain and 911 on speed dial. Alas, college bills don’t pay themselves and every spare opportunity to get cash was one I had to take.

The digital clock sitting on the counter next to me briefly flashed, indicating another hour had gone by. It was currently four a.m. and it was safe to say I was losing my mind. I’d worked for five hours now, and not a customer had come in. That was the only advantage, really. So long as no one was around my boss let me finish any assignments I had, which came in handy on more than one occasion.

I was only six paragraphs into a five page report and had been staring at my laptop screen for over an hour, feeling beyond brain dead. I was assigned the topic of financial statements and country trade deficits, and wanted to cry every minute I thought about it. I was half convinced to pay someone to write the report for me.

The ringing of a bell indicated a customer opening the door and I closed my laptop to peer around the counter, ready to greet whoever entered. The first man to catch my attention was wearing sunglasses which fazed me, but I tried not to stare. The man that followed had black hair with blond underneath, a combination that I strangely liked. Both men were donned in all back, their faces stoic. They were attractive, I had to admit, but neither were my type.

And then, the last man entered. He looked over to me as he walked through the door, giving me a nod and a slight smile. His slicked back black hair matched his black ripped jeans and highlighted his red leather jacket. He was so handsome he looked like he jumped out of a magazine and I had to suppress a ‘wow’. A string of butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I did my best to ignore them, not even knowing his name.

The three of them wandered through the aisles until I could no longer see them, and I scolded myself for being so thrown off that I forgot say any form of a greeting. I sighed and turned my attention back to my laptop, opening it and blankly staring at the screen. My ears perked when I heard the men’s hushed voices.

“Y’oughta get that girl’s number. I saw the way you looked at her.”

“Yeah, Jongho. She’s pretty cute. If you don’t get her number you know I will.”

“Shut up.” One of the men, Jongho apparently, responded with a laugh, “Let’s just get some snacks, okay? It’s gonna be a long night. Also I’m buying tonight so get whatever.”

A smile crept on my face and I looked down, fiddling with my thumbs.

They think I’m cute. Maybe Jongho’s the one in red?

I heard the bell ring once more and a girl entered who I vaguely remembered from high school. She was popular but for good reason, probably being one of the nicest people I’d ever met. Our circle of friends overlapped slightly so I’d spent a fair amount of time with her. She was smart as a whip and gorgeous all the same, which seemed to stay with her. She looked bright, long red hair falling around her face, freckles still prominent as ever.

We met eyes and she smiled, “Hey y/n!”

I smiled and waved, “Hey Annabelle. How’ve you been? I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“Good! I got into my dream college and it’s been great, although I’ve had to take some pretty hard classes.” She giggled, walking towards me. It’s honestly not too far from here. You go to Westgate University, right?”

I nodded and I put my laptop aside. She spoke again, genuinely excited for me, “That’s awesome! Congrats!”

“Thanks,” I smiled, “I’m taking it you got into Orholt?”

“I did! I was really-”

One of the men that entered earlier—the one still wearing sunglasses—shouted the redhead’s name and caught her attention, “Hey Anna do you want a Redbull or a Five Hour Energy?”

“Redbull! I’m not a monster.” She laughed.

The man nodded and walked toward us with several drinks and snacks in his hands.

“Oh! I want to introduce you to my boyfriend!” Annabelle turned to the man still wearing sunglasses and reached for his arm, “This is Minho. I met him at Orholt.”

Minho gave me a slight nod as I introduced myself and he placed the food and drinks on the counter. I began to scan the items, the mindless routine that I was used to by now. The loud sound of laughter made me look up, seeing the two other men approach us and place their snacks down as well. I watched them long enough to notice the way two-tone—my new affectionate name for the man with blond and black hair, I decided—shamelessly checked me out, a cocky smile on his face when I caught him. I just let out a small laugh before resuming my task, watching his confused reaction in my peripheral vision.

“Oh my god I totally forgot to introduce you to my friends.” Annabelle giggled and pointed to two-tone, “This is Wooyoung.”

“Hiya, Wooyoung.” I said with a confident smile, enjoying the way he still had a slightly confused look on his face.

“And this,” Annabelle nodded towards the man in red, “This is Jongho. Both him and Wooyoung go to Orholt, too.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jongho. I’m y/n.”

“Very nice to meet you.” The man smiled before he sent me a wink.

I had never been a particularly shy person, but as he did so my eyes darted down as I felt my face flush. I didn’t notice the gears turning in Annabelle’s head as she put the pieces together.

I placed the final items in the bag, raising my head as Annabelle addressed me,  “You know I’m having a bonfire tomorrow night at my place and you should totally come!”

I stopped to think, first trying to remember if I worked the next day, then wondering if I was willing to go the bonfire when I realized I didn’t have to.

She sensed my hesitancy and her face fell, “Aw do you work tomorrow night? It’s a Saturday!”

“Oh no, I don’t. I...” I stopped to think for a minute. Although I likely didn’t know anyone else who would be there, I was familiar with Annabelle’s house, which brought me a bit of comfort, “Are all of you going?”

Annabelle gave a knowing smile, “Yes. All of us will be here.”

I nodded, accepting the credit card Jongho gave me, quickly after handing them the bags, and returning his card, “I’ll go.”

“Yay! We’ve gotta head out but I’ll send you the details. You’ve still got the same number, right?”

“Yeah I do.”

“Alrighty! I’ll see you tomorrow then!”

Annabelle left with a wave, her boyfriend on her arm and Wooyoung behind her. To my surprise, Jongho didn’t leave with them, the cocky look on his face all but telling me why he stayed.

I looked at him with wide eyes, playing innocent. “Can I help you?”

He placed an arm on the counter, his dark eyes seeming to put me under a spell. The confidence he was radiating was almost palpable and I felt myself being pulled to him. It was intimidating, to be honest.

“You’re really cute and I want your number.”

I let out a surprised laugh, “You really don’t beat around the bush, do you?”

“No, not really,” He propped his other arm on the counter, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow, “So what do you say, doll?”

A smile crept on my face as I mirrored his actions and leaned towards him, “You gonna memorize my number? Or do you have a phone I can put my number into?”

Jongho’s smile got brighter as he reached to grab his phone, handing it to me. “You’re a firecracker, aren’t you?”

I shrugged, “I’d like to think so.”

When I handed his phone back, our fingers brushed and I could’ve sworn I felt sparks shoot through me at the simple interaction.

“Well I need to head out before the rest of them get too annoyed,” He nodded towards the exit where Annabelle, Minho, and Wooyoung left, “But it was enchanting to meet you, y/n.” He bowed, drawing a laugh from me.

“Ah yes. You as well, absolutely delightful.”

He gave me a smile, “I’ll text you later.”

"Sounds good. I’ll hold you to your word.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” And with that, he was out the door, leaving my heart a fluttering mess.

-

Me [8:37pm] So is there a dress code for tonight?

Annabelle [8:42pm] Nope! Wear whatever you’re comfortable with. I’m wearing this if it helps at all!

Annabelle [8:43pm] 1 Image Attached*

Me [8:45pm] So leather jackets and crop tops?

Annabelle [8:48pm] Haha sure! We can match!

Me [8:51pm] Lol bet. See you at eleven :)

Annabelle [8:51pm] See you then!

I started the process of slipping on a white cropped top followed by my light washed ripped jeans. I knew I was getting ready far earlier than I could have, but something about new events made me anxious and I had to make sure I looked nice. I giggled at the black leather jacket I was throwing over my shoulders, not having worn it since high school. In the middle of debating whether or not I should add another layer of mascara to my lashes, my phone dinged.

New Number [8:59pm] Y/n this better be you. This is Jongho and I’m texting you for a really important reason and I need you to reply quick

Me [9:00pm] Yeah it’s me. What’s going on are you okay??

New Number [9:02pm] I’m gonna go grab some food before I head to Anna’s. You wanna come with?

Me [9:02pm] Oh my god don’t do that to me, you buffoon. You scared me so bad rip

[New Number name changed to A Cute Buffoon]

Me [9:03pm] But sure I’m down lol. Here’s my address btw

Me [9:03pm] 1 Location Shared*

It occurred to me perhaps a bit too late that I was sharing my address with someone that I’d met only once and in a gas station.

I mean, he’s friends with Annabelle so he’s gotta be good right? God I hope so. I thought to myself.

A Cute Buffoon [9:04] Then it’s a date :) I live pretty close so I’ll be over in 10. That work for you?

Me [9:06pm] Fine with me!

A Cute Buffoon [9:06pm] Sounds good. I’ll see you soon ;)

I set down my phone and thanked myself for already doing my makeup. I checked myself out in the mirror, satisfied with my appearance and proud of how well my makeup turned out. I grabbed my bottle of perfume and spritzed the liquid in the air, letting it gradually fall on me so it wouldn’t be too overpowering.

You look beautiful, babe.

The waiting game was harder than I thought, not knowing what to do except awkwardly sit around and play an assortment of phone games. When exactly ten minutes had passed I heard my doorbell ring and I lifted myself from my couch, grinning at his punctuality.

I opened the door to see Jongho holding a bouquet of flowers, a smug look on his face. “Lovely to meet you here, stranger.”

I wanted to make a joke back but I couldn’t seem to think of anything, too surprised by the flowers in his hands. It wasn’t anything extravagant, the small bouquet of violets, but I felt my heart swell.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect.

My voice was small when I spoke, “No one’s ever given me flowers before.”

His eyebrows furrowed as a confused look painted his face, “Really?”

I nodded, taking the flowers from his outreached hands and smelling their sweet fragrance, “They’re beautiful.”

My eyes flickered to his, the tender look on his face making me feel as if I was melting on the spot, “You’re beautiful.”

I squealed, my face undoubtedly turning pink while my mind short circuited. I’d never become so shy around someone before and the only thing I could think of to say in response was another ‘thank you’ followed by ‘I’ll go get a vase for these.’

I opened my door further, rummaging through my cabinets for a vase when I noticed Jongho was still standing by the door, “You can come in, you know? That’s why I opened the door.”

He laughed nervously, “Sorry about that. Force of habit, I guess.”

I raised my eyebrows in a teasing manner, “What? Are you a vampire? Can you only come in if someone invites you?”

I thought I saw a flicker of shock on his face for a moment, but it was gone before I could register it and I shrugged it off, my eyes finding the perfect vase for the flowers.

“It’s just how I was raised.”

“I get that.” I placed the flowers in the vase, giving them a bit of water before walking up to Jongho and gently patting his cheek, “Your good manners are appreciated.”

He laughed in surprise, full gummy smile on display as he playfully swatted my hand away from his face, “Alright, alright. Let’s head out already.”

I made a sound of agreement before noticing a slight pink on his ears. I was temped to tease him, but ultimately decided to save it for later. If I could fluster him once I knew I could do it again.

-

The diner we went to was one I’d never heard of before, let alone been to, and I was beyond frustrated that I didn’t even know about it’s existence. It was an adorable fifties style diner and even the attire the waiters were wearing fit the theme.

“This is the cutest place to ever exist, I’m convinced.” I said as we sat down on the same side of a bright red booth.

“I really hoped you would like it. This is my favorite restaurant ever and they have fantastic milkshakes. If you’d like to share one for desert, I’m all for it.” A wink.

I bit my lip and hid my face in the menu that was placed in front of us, thankful for any method of escape.

“You’re so cute.”

“Ahh no don’t say things like that.” I giggled from behind the menu.

His hand grabbed the top of the menu, pulling it down so he could see me, ���Why’s that?”

“Because you make me nervous. Like a good nervous!” I tried to explain, which only resulted in becoming even more embarrassed, “I-I mean I’m excited to be around you but I’m also nervous. I hope that doesn’t sound weird.” I cringed at myself. Never in my life did I think I’d be blushing and stuttering over some man, but my god did he prove me wrong.

“Not at all,” he reached over to take my hand in his, “because I feel it, too.”

Before I could properly react our waitress came over, taking our order and effectively saving me from becoming a human tomato.

We handed our menus back to her after ordering and she looked at us with a soft smile, “You two make a cute couple.”

While I was a bit too stunned to say anything, Jongho didn’t seem to have the same problem and went along with it, “Thank you, ma’am. That’s kind of you to say.”

When she left, Jongho leaned closer to me, “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable by saying that we we’re a couple. I thought that-”

“No, I didn’t mind it!” I bit my tongue after likely saying that way too fast with far too much enthusiasm, but I meant it, “I didn’t mind it,” I said again, softer this time.

The tips of his ears once again turned a faint shade of pink, “Good to know.”

The food was as wonderful as it possibly could’ve been, their fries alone being one of the best things I’d ever consumed. Just as Jongho suggested, we shared a milkshake, which led to shy eye contact and laughter and my crush becoming stronger by the minute.

Just as Jongho paid and we were about to leave, a certain song began to play and he looked at me with an air of mischief, holding out his hand to me, “Dance with me.”

I took his hand, trying to hide my smile but failing. He led me away from the table and next to the jukebox. The area surrounding it was more open, probably with the intention for people to dance near it. He grabbed my waist, holding the hand of mine that wasn’t placed on his chest and looking at me in a way that could make any woman fall in love on the spot. We swayed to the music and I couldn’t help but feel full. Like I’d found all that I’d ever need.

Put your head on my shoulder~

“Do you know this song?” He asked with a smile.

I scoffed, “Of course I do! It’s one of my favorites.”

“It’s one of mine, too.”

Hold me in your arms, baby~

I mouthed along to the words as I felt the need to prove it to him. As if to one up me, Jongho began to sing along, his gorgeous voice amazing me.

Squeeze me oh so tight, show me~

That you love me, too~

I blushed as he looked at me while singing along, becoming a bit flustered himself when the lyrics clicked with him.

Put your lips next to mine dear~

Won’t you kiss me once, baby~

As if we were in sync our eyes darted to the other’s lips at the same time. I could feel Jongho’s breathing becoming heavier before he said in a hushed tone, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.” Was all I could respond before I pressed my lips to his, fireworks igniting inside me when he kissed me back. His lips were so soft and warm and as crazy as it sounded, he felt like home. I felt him smile against my lips as the music continued to play.

Maybe you and I will fall in love~

-

The fire was loud, crackling and lighting up the faces of all those crowded those around it. It was essentially the only source of light in the dark of the night, except for the distant lights still on in Annabelle’s house. My hands were interlocked with Jongho’s as we sat around it’s warmth, both of us finding it hard to separate from one another.

Conversation was flowing all around us, and I was relieved to find that everyone I had talked to was kind and welcoming. I was more nervous than I realized, but having Jongho next to my side alone calmed me. Someone around the fire mentioned an old story involving Annabelle and I began to wonder where she was, having not seen her since Jongho and I first arrived. I mentioned I was going to look for her and he nodded, at first wanting to join me but then getting pulled into conversation with one of his former classmates. I told him I’d head off on my own and he nodded again.

I looked around what seemed to be the entire property and still there was no sight of her. At that moment I heard yelling coming from her house, startling me. I felt my blood run cold when I recognized one of the voices as Annabelle’s. The yelling didn’t sound like it was out of fear, but instead more aggressive, out of pure anger. Without thinking I ran inside, hoping to calm the situation but instead found what seemed to be out of a work of fiction.

An unfamiliar man was on the ground, obviously trying to get away from a hidden figure before him that seemed to be cloaked in darkness. He let out a sound that I’d never heard a human make, one that I couldn’t even compare to something I’d heard before, and a shiver ran down my back. As the figure took a step forward I recognized it as Annabelle, or what seemed to be some version of her. Her normally grey eyes were now bright red, sharp fangs on display as she snarled at the man. A group of people were surrounding them, alarmed looks on their faces but hardly trying to intervene.

“What the hell?” I whispered, my eyes wide as I tried to back away without anyone noticing. But of course, I just had to step on an empty soda can, all eyes pointing my way. As I looked at the people around me, their expressions seemed to mirror mine and I swallowed, suddenly feeling immensely claustrophobic.

I met eyes with Annabelle and she seemed to change in a flash, her eyes returning to their former color and fangs disappearing. She looked more panicked than I had ever seen her which only scared me more. She was always able to keep her stressors under control, but as she stared back at me, I saw a version of her I never had before.

I was barely able to form a sentence, adrenaline coursing through me at a rampant rate, “Um...” 

Annabelle slowly walked towards me, “Oh—hey! Sorry I disappeared for a while but how’s the party going? Are you having fun?” Panic was still evident in her voice but I knew she was trying to keep a hold of the situation.

“I...I don’t-”

A stern voice came from left, and I nervously turned to meet Jongho, an unreadable expression crossing his face, “Y/n.”

“Yeah?” My voice squeaked as I began to regret agreeing to come along in the first place, still hyper aware of all the eyes on me.

“Come with me.”

His eyes softened at my panicked state and he held out a hand, “Please?”

I was hesitant, but being anywhere away from the crowd and whatever Annabelle turned into seemed to be a good idea. I took his hand and watched as he exchanged a look with Annabelle that seemed to calm her. Turning on his heels he led me back to the bonfire, sitting in a chair and motioning for me to do the same. Seeing no one around us gave me a feeling of both anxiety and comfort, and I wasn’t quite sure which feeling was winning at the moment.

“Well I’m sure you have plenty of questions.” He started, “I won’t lie to you and try to convince you what you saw wasn’t real, because it was, but I need you to know that no one is going to harm you. That guy is Anna’s roommate and they get into an argument at least once a week. Sometimes it can be nasty, but they never get physical and neither would ever hurt anyone unprovoked. No one here would.”

I was silent for a few minutes, trying to process what I saw on top of the time bomb of information he dropped on me. “Is she...is everyone....are you a vampire?” I whispered the last words, almost too stunned and afraid to say out loud.

He smiled slightly, his kind eyes making me feel safe. “Yes. We’re what you’d call vampires.”

I took a breath, almost afraid to hear the answer to my question, “Am I in any danger by being here?”

“No, everyone here is good. They don’t pose any threat. There are plenty of dangerous vampires but we stay away from them. Besides,” He placed an arm around my waist, playfulness in his eyes, “If there were, I’d protect you from them.”

“Oh? And how don’t I know you’re not dangerous?”

He leaned closer to me, clearly enjoying this, “You don’t, I suppose. Doesn’t that make it fun?”

“That’s very much debatable,” I smiled for a moment before a frown took over, “Everyone just seemed really...I don’t know, startled I guess?”

Jongho let out a loud sigh, looking down at the ground for a few seconds before looking back up at me, “Humans aren’t normally invited to these parties. It’s assumed that everyone here is a vampire. The perfume that you’re wearing, whatever the hell it is, is masking your scent. If I didn’t meet you before today I wouldn’t have known you were human. I guess Anna didn’t tell everyone, either.” He placed a hand on my knee and looked at me with kind eyes, “How are you feeling?”

“Surprisingly calm considering that I just learned vampires exist.”

Jongho laughed, “Yeah I’d say you’re taking it pretty well. Like I said earlier though, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of questions, so fire away.”

“Yeah I have a few.” I hesitated, hoping he wouldn’t be offended by my question, “Exactly how old are you?”

“Oh are you gonna age shame me?”

“No but it’s probably an important thing to know...since we kissed and all.”

He laughed again and leaned back in his chair, placing his arms behind his head,  “How old do you think I am?”

I used his question as an excuse for my eyes to wander over his body. He was beyond attractive, very clearly fit and he knew it, which equal parts pissed me off and turned me on. As hard as I tried, I kept finding myself being pulled to his thighs. Even through his jeans I could tell he had strong thighs and I had to press my fingernails into my palm to keep from drooling. “From your appearance? Early twenties. From what age fiction usually tells us vampires are? I’d guess you’re a hundred and three.”

Jongho nodded with a smile, “I’m not quite that old but that’s a fair guess. You had it right the first time. I’m a pure born and we actually age, but we don’t age as quickly as humans. I’m twenty.”

“Pure born?”

“It means both of my parents are vampires.”

I nodded as another question came to mind, a smile on my lips. “Do you sparkle in the daylight?”

“Oh my god,” He covered his face with his hands, a mixture of a groan and a laugh escaping his mouth, “No, we do not sparkle in daylight, “His hands came to rest on his knees, “But it sucks that we really shouldn’t be in direct sunlight for over two hours a day. That’s normally the rule to go by. It’ll burn us if we’re in it for much longer than that.”

“So do werewolves and witches and everything like that exist, too?”

“Yeah pretty much. We don’t all get along, but we have to coexist. It’s something we’ve struggled with for a while, unfortunately. Basically everything you’d believe to be supernatural exists.”

I was silent for a while, not really knowing what else to say.

“Y/n? Are you doing okay? If you’re not comfortable being here I can drive you home right now or if you’d rather be alone I can call an Uber or—”

My heart skipped a beat at his kindness. “No, I’m okay. I guess I’m just surprised I’m learning about this just now.”

“We do a good job of hiding it. Also it was probably a given, but keep this as a secret if you can. Having a lot of people know about our existence can be risky.”

I gave him a silent nod, unintentionally leaning closer to him. The sound of approaching footsteps made me jump into Jongho’s arms. I didn’t know why I found comfort in him, knowing that he could be dangerous as well, but he’d been nothing but sweet to me. I had no reason to fear him.

Annabelle approached us but stopped, taking a few steps back when she saw how I was buried in Jongho’s arms.

“Hey y/n.” She rubbed her arm, looking down as if she’d done something wrong.

“I guess Jongho probably told you everything at this point. I’m really sorry if I scared you and I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore.” Even in the dark I could see tears beginning to stream down her cheeks and I felt a pain in my chest.

I got up from Jongho’s hold and wrapped my arms around her, feeling her stiffen, “I trust you, Annabelle.”

Those four words seemed to relax her and she returned my hug, still sniffling, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. We aren’t supposed to tell anyone and I thought you might hate me—”

I pulled back, “Why the hell would I hate you? You’re still you.”

She laughed through tears, gripping me tighter, thanking me over and over for not pushing her away.

We’re gonna be okay. It’s all gonna be okay.

-

Not too long after, Jongho drove me home. The ride was more silent than when we were headed to Annabelle’s house, but the air wasn’t heavy or uncomfortable. Feeling tired, I laid my head on Jongho’s shoulder, faintly hearing ‘sleep well, baby’ before drifting asleep.

When I woke, I was in my bed. I reached for my phone on the bedside table and found a little note placed next to it that read:

I hope you don’t mind that I carried you inside. I tried to wake you for like five minutes but you were out cold. Anyways, I had a really good time with you yesterday and I hope you had fun too :) Text me when you wake so I know you’re okay. -J

I looked at my clock and saw that it was still early, but I texted Jongho anyway.

Me [3:00am] Not sure if you’re still up, but I really enjoyed yesterday, too. I’m exhausted so I’m gonna go back to sleep but I just wanted to say I’m okay and everything is good :))

A Cute Buffoon [3:00am] Sleep well, darling. We can talk in the morning

-

It had been roughly a month since Jongho and I started dating, and while I felt like I knew him pretty well, we had only known each other a little over a month, on top of the fact that he was a vampire which was essentially an entire separate culture. I’d asked him most questions I had early throughout our relationship, but one in particular kept replaying in my mind.

We were currently sitting on the couch in my apartment, cuddling each other. The TV was on but neither of us were really watching it. I was far more interested in the warm body in front of me, and based off of how Jongho was looking at me, the feeling was mutual.

I bit my lip, anxiously mulling over the question I’d wanted to ask him for weeks. I didn’t know how he would take it, let alone how I would bring it up, but I needed to ask at some point. Knowing he could probably sense my nerves, I gave in. “Jongho, can a human turn into a vampire?”

He hummed, turning to face me. “Why do you ask?”

“I just...I didn’t know if it could happen or not.”

Jongho chuckled, “Yeah it’s possible. It’s a long ass process to go through though, and there’s a lot that can go wrong, so it rarely happens.”

I shifted in my seat, trying not to appear overly interested. “Why is that? What can go wrong?

He smiled and raised a brow, his cocky persona resurfacing, “You sound so eager to know, dear. Do you want to become a vampire?” His eyes briefly flickered towards my lips before he tilted his head, dragging his soft lips across my neck. I let out a gasp when I felt the tips of his teeth lightly scraping the skin, “Or maybe you’re just looking for an excuse for me to put my mouth on you?”

Like with anything that exuded him, I felt myself becoming quickly overwhelmed, my mind now hazy and distant. I shut my eyes in an attempt to gain some semblance of control over myself.

“Your thoughts are swirling, doll.” Jongho began leaving gentle kisses along the side of my jaw, “Don’t think too much. Just let me take care of you. Okay?”

“Okay.” I said through a short breath, knowing we’d just have to have the conversation another time.

We’d had sex before, so it wasn’t like this was new territory for us, but every time felt like the first, leaving me just as out of breath each time.

He lifted me and placed me on his thigh, dragging me across his flexed muscles. I felt my eyes roll back at the simple motion, my need growing at an embarrassing rate. I grabbed his shoulders as I began to drag myself against him, whines and whimpers spilling from my lips.

“God you’re hot,” Jongho said through hot breaths, beginning to kiss my neck, no doubt leaving marks.

“Thanks I try.” I managed to say, pleased when Jongho laughed.

“You don’t even have to, and it’s completely unfair.” His hands moved under my shirt and danced along my skin, “It’s like you’re an angel come to life.”

I let out a loud moan, feeling tears well in my eyes from his praise, “You always make me feel so beautiful when I’m with you.”

Jongho responded with a smile, carrying me to my bedroom and laying me down on the bed while hurriedly discarding both of our clothes.

“You’re always so eager, babe.”

He nuzzled my neck as he climbed on top of me, his hands finding my own and holding them, “As if you’re not.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

He then moved in between my thighs, teasing me with his fingers as he ran them along my wet slit, occasionally rubbing my clit, drawing small whines from me.

“Jongho please just fuck me already.”

“Sweetheart, do you even think you’re wet enough for me?” He cooed.

Feeling frustrated, I pushed my fingers inside myself with ease, pulling them out and spreading them so he could see my essence dripping down my fingers, “I don’t know you tell me.” I said with far more sass than I intended.

Jongho’s eyes widened at the sight and wasted no time positioning his cock at my entrance, pushing in and letting out the most beautiful groans.

Neither of us ever bothered to use protection because, to put it simply, vampires couldn’t get humans pregnant. It was only possible when both partners were vampires, and we took full advantage of that.

“Fuck—baby you feel amazing. You’re so warm and tight ohmygod.” Jongho moaned as he began to move, thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace.

I clenched around him, loving when he was vocal. His sounds helped get me off just as much as his actions, at times it seemed.

“You feel...really good...too.” I said through heavy breaths. And as much as I wanted to last longer in bed, with Jongho, I never could.

“I don’t know if it’s because you’re a vampire and you’ve got like magic powers or something or maybe you’re just a sex god—but holy shit...I’m close.”

He threw back his head and had the audacity to laugh, something I really couldn’t stay mad at with how good he was making me feel. “Babe it’s been like six minutes.”

“Don’t be an asshole.” I joked, my laugh turning into a moan. It only spurred Jongho on, making him angle one of my legs up higher, hitting deeper inside of me.

“I know you’re close, baby. I can feel it. Cum for me, baby girl. Let go for me.”

He reached down to tease my sensitive nub, drawing quick circles until I was seeing stars, chanting his name like a prayer.

After Jongho came down from his high, he disappeared into the bathroom as he always did, coming back with a warm towel. As he pressed the towel to my thighs I tried to ask again.

“So...about the human to vampire thing?”

“Well,” Jongho sighed, “I didn’t think I’d be able to distract you forever.” He smiled, “It’s mostly done because couples want to stay together. The thing is though, the vampire obviously gets a taste of the human’s blood and it can be hard to stop once you’ve marked them, especially since smell is such a big allure for us.”

He took a long breath, “Then the human will almost always pass out, and needs to be taken care of for the next couple days because they’ll be so weak. Another problem is that the scent of their blood will be amplified during those days and it’ll be harder for the vampire to not, you know...” He looked away, not able to say the words. I knew what he meant, we both did. In some cases, vampires would kill their human partners for of their blood. Sometimes it was beyond their control. Just a primal need that would betray them. “Then their scent is more easily detected by other vampires and the whole thing is just kinda a mess. I think I’ve only heard of five attempts and only one of them was successful.”

I nodded, not really knowing what to say.

“And then on top of it all, it can be harder for the human to adjust and it can put a lot of pressure on the relationship. Human and vampire relationships are dangerous.”

His face was serious as he ran a hand through my hair. I looked up at him and leaned into his touch.

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, a shy behavior I hadn’t seen from him before, “I guess it’s important for you to decide then.” His eyes met mine again, “Is this still something you want to continue?”

“Our relationship?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course, are you crazy? You mean the world to me.” I swallowed, realizing he hadn’t voiced his own thoughts, “What about you? Do you want this?”

“I think you have a pretty good idea of what I want.” He smiled and pressed a quick kiss to my forehead, his eyes sparkling.

“Hey Jongho?”

He hummed, looking at me.

“I want to spend forever with you.”

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[atsuminthe]

morning dew

★ synopsis: there’s something warming in the little moments spent with your family.

★ character(s): nicolas romero

★ warning: female reader

★ minty’s notes: have i mentioned recently how much i love this man, because i think i haven’t. anyways the thing written in italic is from a song i remembered these days. bolded words are terms of endearment

part of “home is where your heart is” series

    the sun seeps through the window as you move the curtains, making your husband groan. nicolas wakes up at 6:15 am daily, saying that it’s a lot better to run while the weather's cooler—it gets his blood pumping. so, since he wakes so early, you’re usually up yourself after he indulges in your embrace for 5 minutes as he debates whether he should go for a jog or not.

    “come on, nico, rise and shine,” you mumble sleepily, rubbing your eye as you gently massage his shoulder. he gives you another groan and hides under the blanket. “i wake up earlier than you for once and this is what i get? no more cuddles for you, mister,” you threaten playfully, though nicolas knows it’s a completely empty one. you can’t resist him, just like he can’t resist you—it’s something you’ve come to realize over the years, after tens of choked, sobbed cries, hundreds of playful pouts, thousands of lingering stares and millions of little touches.

    you’re like a breath of fresh air from the bustling of the city and his career, a safe haven to call his own at the end of the day when he returns, exhausted and carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. that’s when you embrace him in a way only you can, lifting everything from his back and allowing him to rest—you hide him in your arms, warm and protective. it’s just like when you hug rubens whenever he cries, shushing his cries and rubbing his back—your eyes are glazed over, as if apologizing. ‘forgive me for the gift i gave you—forgive me—you’re mortal, you’re hurt because of me’ is what your watery gaze seems to whisper. it breaks his heart and he’s sure yours is painfully wrenching in your own chest as well.

    snapping out of his daze, he’s met with your smiley face, holding out a cup of water for him, which he takes carefully before gulping it down in one go.

    “good morning, sleeping beauty,” you giggle—chimes in the wind—and he mirrors your smile with a grin of his own.

    “good morning to you as well, minha vida.”

    you flip the pancake in the pan, humming a random tune that plays on tv in the background. there’s a neat stack of the fluffy treats to your right and a cup of coffee to your right. you turn your head around when the door to rubens’s room on the second floor opens and closes, a soft smile blooming on your face as little feet pad down the stairs, most likely guided by the smell of his breakfast.

    “morning, mama,” the little boy greets, yawning and adjusting his pajama pants as he runs over to hug your waist and clutch your shirt with his tiny palms. it’s a ritual you’ve established ever since he was small—he’ll come hug you first thing in the morning so his day and yours can start on a happy note.

    “good morning, meu anjo,” you reply, setting down the spatula and lowering yourself a little to wrap an arm around his shoulders, pressing a sweet kiss to his forehead. “how did you sleep?”

    “pretty good,” rubens answers, grimacing when you ruffle his brown curls. he slowly detaches from you and makes his way to the table, climbing the chair next to the window—his usual spot. that’s where he always sits, so he can see his dad returning in the morning and the neighbor and his dog always pass by on their evening walks.

    “and why are you awake so early, hm? it’s saturday, sweetie,” you ask, taking the last pancake out of the pan, placing it in the sink and quickly cleaning the stove after putting out the fire.

    “i was feeling a little rumbly in my tumbly!” the child answers cheerfully, grinning widely and showing off one of his missing teeth.

    “oh my!” you fake gasp, playing along. “and what does your rumbly tumbly want to eat on this fine morning, carinho?”

    “pancakes! with lots of syrup!”

    you take the plate from the countertop and transfer some pancakes on another plate, drizzling your son’s favorite syrup on top of them, accompanied by a square of butter. you hand him a fork—he thanks you and starts eating, humming at the taste. “mama cooks the best food!” he praises and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “i really love you, mama. i’m so glad dad married you.” you snort at that, hiding your face with one of your hands.

    “thank you, carinho. mama loves you too.”

    cutting another piece of the fluffy pastry, he excitedly tells you about his dream as you listen intently, nodding from time to time. after a few minutes, the front door clicks, opens and closes and the knick knack bowl in the hall rattles with some keys thrown in it. rubens stuffs his mouth with another two pieces of pancake before he hops down from his chair and darts towards the commotion. laughter fills the hall as you hear a thud, most likely from your husband toppling over while trying to catch his son and take off his shoes at the same time.

    “amor, i’m home! and i got your favorite snacks too!” nicolas’ deep voice echoes in the house and you smile, making your way towards your two favorite boys.

    “did you now?” you tease, earning a cheeky grin and a kiss to your cheek as he passes you, one arm cradling rubens to his chest and the other holding the grocery bag. even at 9 years of age, rubens loves being held up in someone’s arms. it’s usually his father’s job, since you found out on a sunny morning where your back cracked a little that he’s a little too heavy for you now. you watch them from the door, all smiles and laughter, as your son relates his dream to his father too. nicolas is a lot better at entertaining rubens, gasping and frowning and smiling and objecting on some parts.

    “what are you standing there for, amor? come sit down with us,” nicolas beckons, patting the seat next to him. you shake your head, placing the snacks in their cabinets first and grabbing your cup of coffee and two glasses of fruit juice before making your way to the table.

    the sun shines upon your little family as you chatter the morning away, and you can’t wait for the day ahead of you to unfold.

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[alisonsfics]

Change Our Fates (Part Three)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Y/N has always been head over heels for Spencer. The team decides to go out for drinks after finishing a case. When Spencer drunkenly kisses Y/N, will it change her life for better, or for worse?

Word Count: 3.9k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5

It had been three months since you and Spencer had hung out, or even had a normal conversation. You couldn’t take it, it was miserable. And you had to see him everyday at work. You just had to watch him pretend like nothing was wrong.

The team had just gotten back from a case, normally you would’ve hung out with Spencer and ordered takeout. Instead, you just grabbed your bag and got ready to leave.

“Y/N” you heard someone say behind you. You turned around and saw Hotch standing outside of his office. He gestured for you to come see him. You set your bag on your desk and walked into his office.

“Yes?” You asked, as you followed him inside. “Have a seat” he said, as he sat down on his side of the desk. You were worried about what he was going to say. He could fire you, because of how things had been with Spencer.

What if the miscommunication between you two had jeopardized the team?

“The Human Services division of the Bureau has requested that you be transferred to work there” he told you, not showing any expression. You were shocked. This wasn’t what you were expecting at all.

“Do I have a choice?” You asked him, wanting to know if you had to make the decision. Hotch shook his head, no. “I tried to stop it, but Strauss signed on for your transfer. There’s nothing I can do” he told you, and he actually looked apologetic.

It felt like a sign. As much as you loved your job, the only thing that ever held you here was Spencer. Now that you didn’t have him, it didn’t feel the same. Maybe this was the universe’s way of telling you it was time to move on.

“Does the rest of the team know?” You asked him. He shook his head no. You sighed, realizing you would have to tell them the news. “I’ll tell them, just not tonight” you told him.

“If you need anything, let me know” he told you, and he actually smiled. “Thank you, for everything Hotch” you said, smiling.

You stood up and left his office. You grabbed your bag, without saying anything to anyone, and walked out the door.

Telling the rest of the team that you were leaving was a lot harder than you expected. You told them you had something important to tell them. And then you told them all at the same time.

Spencer barely listened. Penelope almost cried. Emily and JJ pulled you into a hug and told you they would always be there for you. Derek was more upset than you thought he would be. Rossi kissed you on the forehead and told you that he would miss you. Even Hotch seemed upset that you were leaving.

The only one who didn’t care that you were leaving was Spencer. He listened to you to be polite, but then went to his desk.

-One month later-

You were now working in the Human Services division of the Bureau. You still talked to everyone on the team, almost regularly.

You and Emily had become closer than ever. Emily was always coming over to your apartment and you two hung out all the time. She was the only person that you had talked to about the whole Spencer thing.

You assumed that the rest of the team thought neither you nor Spencer remembered the kiss. They all moved on and didn’t bring it up, especially since they noticed that you two weren’t talking.

You had spent plenty of nights crying to Emily on the phone, talking about you just wanted your best friend back.

You were trying to move on, but any time that you something good happened to you, your instinct was to want to tell Spencer about it. You thought about him constantly: what he was doing, how he was feeling, if he missed you.

-Three months later-

You walked into your favorite coffee shop, getting in line to order your regular. You pulled out your phone and saw a text from Emily. She was just checking up on you. You had a bad night last night, involving Spencer again, of course. She would always check up on you whenever you were having a bad day.

You texted her back and assured her that you were fine. You got to the front of the line and ordered your coffee. You only waited a few minutes and the barista called out your name and handed you your drink.

You turned around and you were just about to leave when you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. You turned around to see who it was.

You were face to face with some guy you had never seen before. He had short, light brown hair. He was wearing a business suit, which wasn’t surprising since you were in D.C.

“Hi, can I help you?” You asked politely, smiling. “This might be really forward, but I couldn’t help but notice how pretty you are. I was wondering if maybe you’d like to get dinner sometime” he asked, and he looked as calm and collected as possible.

You were torn.

Should you say yes?

You knew you had no chance with Spencer, but there was still a part of your heart that belonged to him. Maybe this was the universe’s way of helping you move on. You didn’t see the harm in one little date. If you changed your mind, you would just tell him that.

“Ummm sure, I’m Y/N by the way” you said, finally coming up with an answer. He smiled and then introduced himself as Trevor.

A week later, you went on a date with him and it went great. You both hit it off and had a lot in common.

You realized that you needed to move on from Spencer. After all, he wouldn’t even talk to you. You had tried to reach out multiple times. You never once got a reply.

-Four years later-

You had gotten a promotion. You were now one of the Chief Officers at the Human Services division. It had been a long time since you worked at the BAU.

You talked to the team even less now. The only person from the team that you talked to regularly was Emily. She had gotten you through all those issues with Spencer, and it made the both of you very close.

You and Trevor had started dating and you’d been together for four years. You had moved in with him and things were serious.

You were on a date with Trevor. You both were eating at one of your favorite restaurants. It was a little fancy, but it was nice every now and then.

You were both talking as you ate your food, and you noticed Trevor looked a little nervous. You had never seen Trevor nervous, you wondered why he was, all of a sudden.

It may have been four years since you worked at the BAU, but you were still a profiler at heart.

Just then, Trevor got out of his seat and kneeled down next to you. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He was proposing to you. You could barely focus on what he was saying to you. You felt over the moon, you loved Trevor.

“Y/N, will you marry me?” He asked you, sincerely. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, you were overjoyed. You jumped out of your seat. “Yes yes yes” you repeated, excitedly.

He took the ring out of the box and slid it on your finger. You couldn’t believe that this was happening to you right now. Trevor stood up and quickly kissed you.

You were going to get married.

You couldn't believe it.

After you both finished dinner, Trevor drove you both home. You couldn’t stop staring at your ring. It was absolutely gorgeous.

Once you got home, you had immediately texted Emily the good news. She was over the moon for you. She was so excited and sent you a paragraph about how happy she was for you.

You called your parents and they were equally as excited. You even texted JJ and Penelope in a group chat you had with the two of them and Emily.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but something felt like it was missing. You knew what that something was.

Spencer.

It had been four years and you still cared about his opinion. This was some of the most exciting news of your life, and you wanted to share it with him.

You told Trevor that you needed to go out and you got in your car. It was like you blacked out, all of a sudden, you were standing in front of Spencer’s front door. You didn’t know what to do.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to knock. It was like you were frozen in place. You were worried about all the horrible ways this could end. Spencer could slam the door in your face or tell you how much he hated you.

You raised your hand to knock on the door. Only then did you realize how much you were shaking. Before you could lose your nerve, you knocked lightly on the door. You worried that it may have been too quiet, and Spencer might not have heard you.

While you were debating whether or not you should knock again, the door opened. You saw Spencer standing there. He looked a little different, but he was still the guy that you had been best friends with for all those years.

“Y/N...” he said, breathlessly. You could tell he was shocked to see you. It had been four years since you had seen him, and you felt warm and safe inside. Even after all this time, Spencer still felt like home to you.

“Hey uh...Spencer. I need— I need to talk to you” you told him, barely being able to say the words. You hadn’t planned what you wanted to say to him, and you were just realizing that.

“Okay ummm— do you want to come in?” He asked you, hesitantly. Spencer had no idea why you were here. He thought he was supposed to be mad at you, but he couldn’t help but feel so happy to see you after all these years.

Neither of you would admit it, but you both missed each other. You missed hearing his endless supply of statistics. He missed the way your eyes would light up when you laughed.

You both walked into his apartment. It hadn’t changed one bit. There were still books scattered everywhere. There was a faint smell of leather and vanilla.

You felt your heart flutter when you saw a framed picture of you and Spencer on his bookshelf. He had never taken it down. There had to be some reason he kept it up. Maybe he was just as sorry for the way things ended, as you were.

He sat down on the couch and you sat down next to him. “So how have you been?” He asked you, genuinely. You didn’t know where to begin. “I mean, truly, I’ve been better. I’ve had a lot on my mind, and that’s kind of why I’m here. I just have so much I want to tell you. I hope you’ll just hear me out” you said, praying that he wouldn’t blow up at you.

The last time you had spoken to Spencer, he yelled at you. That was the only time he had ever yelled at you.

He nodded, telling you to go on. You took a deep breath and wondered where you should start.

“So I guess all of our issues started the day after the team went to the bar. We both started talking and you asked me why I was so happy. I thought you were teasing me, just to get under my skin, I really did. You said you didn’t remember anything from the night before. And I lied, I totally lied. I said that I just had a good time. What actually happened was we kissed that night at the bar. I was elated because I had the biggest crush on you. I went home and I was on cloud nine. I reimagined my life. I got maybe two hours of sleep that night, because I just couldn’t fall asleep. I was so excited to see you again. And then you didn’t remember any of it.”

“My heart broke, the only thing I had been thinking of was how amazing our lives would be together, and then I watched it all go down the drain. I knew that it wasn’t your fault, and I didn’t blame you for not remembering. But, every time I looked at you, it reminded me that I could never have you and we could never be together. I thought it was the universe’s way of saving me. I figured you didn’t like me back, and you not remembering was actually a good thing. That way I didn’t have to be humiliated. And so I avoided you, because it hurt to be around you. But none of that was your fault and I am so sorry. It was horrible to just ignore you like that. I didn’t even explain myself. But it’s been four years now, and it’s been four years of hell. You were my best friend and then you were just gone. Every time I got a promotion or had a good day, I wanted to call you and tell you about it. It always felt like something was missing. That something was you, my life felt empty without you. I’ve been trying to move on, but I can’t do it anymore. I miss you more than I can explain and I need you back in my life, or I might lose my mind. Like today, I actually got engaged. His name is Trevor, we met after me and you stopped talking. Getting engaged is supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to tell you. I miss you Spence, I miss my best friend” you told him, being completely honest and not holding anything back.

You waited for his response. He was processing everything you had just told him. You couldn’t blame him, you had just poured your heart out to him. It was a lot to take in.

You wondered why you told him the stuff about the kiss and your crush. You hadn’t planned to tell him that. For some reason, you had butterflies in your stomach, hoping he would confess he had romantic feelings for you too. You knew that was horrible. You had just gotten engaged and you were still acting like a lovesick schoolgirl around Spencer.

“Well— congratulations on getting engaged! That’s amazing, I’m really happy for you. I don’t know where to begin. Thank you for telling me that. I know we’ve both been through a lot together, but your honesty means so much to me. I want to apologize too. The way I yelled at you when you tried to apologize before, it was horrible. I never should have reacted like that, it was uncalled for. When you had been avoiding me, I thought I lost my best friend and it hurt. And I didn’t know what to do about it, but I felt angry. And I ended up taking that anger out on you and I shouldn’t have. I wanted to reach out and apologize, but it felt like I had said too much and we had gone through so much. I didn’t think you would ever want to talk to me again. But I am so sorry for everything that I put you through. I know it’s been four years since we’ve even had a conversation, but I would love nothing more than to be friends again. I’ve missed you so much over the years” he told you, smiling hopefully.

You felt so relieved. It was like this giant pressure that had been on you for four years was now gone. You felt weightless.

You didn’t know whether you should be relieved or disappointed that he didn’t bring up your crush. You decided to ignore it, you had your best friend back. That was enough to make you happy.

The smile on your face was priceless. It was the kind of smile that made your cheeks hurt. Spencer had the same smile on his face. “So we’re good?” You asked him, optimistically.

He just nodded. You could feel a few tears start to stream down your cheeks. You had waited for this day for four years.

Spencer pulled you into his arms. You completely relaxed against his touch. Spencer was and would always be home to you. You hugged him back tightly.

You were afraid that if you let go, you would wake up and realize it was all a dream. You finally had your best friend back and that was all that mattered to you.

You both eventually pulled away and you both had massive smiles on your faces. “I’m so happy that we’re okay again” you told him, honestly. “Me too” he said, cheerfully.

“If you want, you can stay over. We could watch movies and catch up” Spencer suggested. It was a really tempting offer, you almost said yes. But, there was still something you had to do.

“I would love to Spence, but—” you started to say, before Spencer interrupted. “Oh wait, you got engaged tonight. I’m so sorry, you both probably have plans” he said, sounding disappointed.

“I’m sorry, let’s hang out tomorrow?” You suggested. You weren’t avoiding him, you did really want to hang out with him. You had four years to catch up on.

You both made plans to hang out tomorrow and then he walked you to your car. He gave you one last hug before you got in the car and drove away.

You may have told a little white lie. So you didn’t have plans with Trevor, that isn’t where you were going.

You parked the car when you finally got where you were going. You walked up to the front door and knocked. You waited a few seconds and then the door opened.

Emily was standing in front of you. “Y/N! You’re here! Congratulations, let me see your ring. This is amazing news” she said, excitedly. You had been so excited about Spencer, you almost forgot.

You put on a fake smile and showed her your ring. You knew you had to tell Emily about Spencer in person. It had been four years of ups and downs, and it was all finally over. It was going to be perfect from now on.

Emily had been your rock through all the ups and downs and she deserved to know that you both had made up.

You and Emily both sat down on her couch. “Why do I get the sense that this isn’t why you’re here” she said, thinking. You should have known a profiler would figure it out.

“I know my engagement is amazing, but I have more spectacular news that I just had to tell you in person” you told her, excitedly. She perked up, now you had her attention.

“More exciting that getting engaged, I have to hear this” she said, curiously smiling. “So I just came from Spencer’s apartment” you told her, grinning.

“Wait really? What happened?” She asked, shocked. You couldn’t get the smile off of your face. “We both talked and apologized and we’re good now. We’re really good, we’re hanging out tomorrow and doing a movie night. I’ve really missed him, you

know that, but I’m really excited to have him back” you told her, honestly.

“I can’t believe this, I knew that you two couldn’t stay apart forever. It’s like trying to keep twins apart, you can’t do it. You both are so connected and mean so much to each other” she told you, smirking at the grin on your face. “So you told him everything?” She asked you, clarifying.

“Yeah, about my crush and the kiss. All of it, I wasn’t going to risk keeping any secrets. He didn’t mention any of it though, he just apologized and told me how much he missed me. He didn’t bring up anything about that though” you told her, while thinking about why he didn’t bring it up. You had that part of you that hoped he would confess he felt the same way, but he didn’t bring it up at all.

You looked at Emily and she had that look on her face. The look she had when she was dreading telling you something. “What?” You asked her, confused.

“Oh, it’s nothing” Emily said, trying to trick you. “Come on, we’re both trained profilers. You really think you can lie to me. Just tell me” you told her, wanting to know what she had to say. She looked at you and hesitated for a moment.

“You got engaged today, to a wonderful guy. And you told me over text, and I don’t have a problem with that. But, you and Spencer made up and you decided that couldn’t be said over text. Also, I could tell how insecure you got when you said he didn’t mention your crush. It was like you were disappointed that he didn’t confess the same feelings. I’m not here to judge you, but I just want to you to be aware” she told you, cautiously. This reminded of you of how amazing Emily is at her job.

“Can I tell you something, in complete secrecy?” You asked her, not wanting anyone else to hear what you were going to say. “Of course, I won’t tell anyone. I swear” she told you, genuinely.

You struggled to find the words. This was harder than you thought it would be. Tears started to form in your eyes, and you tried to hold them back.

“When I told him everything, there was some part of me that wanted him to confess he liked me back. I know that is horrible and it probably makes me a monster. I love Trevor, I really do. But still, my instinct was to want Spencer to like me. And I knew that deep down, if he had confessed he liked me, I would have left Trevor in a heartbeat. I feel so guilty, that never should have crossed my mind. But I would leave everything for Spencer, he means so much to me. You probably think I’m a monster” you told her, with tears steaming down your face.

Emily’s face softened and she placed a hand on yours. “I don’t think you’re a monster. I think it’s been a long time since you’ve seen Spencer and some old feelings resurfaced. And maybe you never fully got over Spencer and part of your heart still belongs to him. But that doesn’t make you a monster, it makes you human. Just think about how you feel, and if you don’t want to be with Trevor, you owe it to him to at least tell him that” Emily told you, honestly. You knew she was absolutely right. Trevor didn’t deserve for you to lie to him.

You loved Trevor, you really did. You figured that your feelings for Spencer were no more than a crush. “Thank you Emily, I really needed that” you said, as you pulled her into a hug. Regardless of any romantic feelings, you were beyond thrilled that you were at least friends with Spencer again.

You definitely had a lot to think about.

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prefect duties

i love fics about Prefect Cedric so i wanted to try writing my own <3

notes: cedric x reader, fluff, probably year 5 or 6 or 7, no specific house or anything though

words: 2.1k

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[y/n] stood outside the Hufflepuff Common Room waiting for her boyfriend to emerge. They had barely spent any time together during their first week of school, but he had promised they would spend the evening together. She checked her watch for the third time. He was supposed to meet her outside 10 minutes ago. Just as she was about to sit on the floor—resigned to waiting a while longer—the entrance to the Common Room opened.

Cedric clambered through the door with his hands on the back of two sheepish-looking first-years. He looked a bit huffy. “Bit of an incident, love” he nodded to [y/n] when he saw her puzzled face from across the corridor. One of the students besides him looked at [y/n] with wide, nervous eyes. The other kept his head down.

“Fancy a quick trip to Professor Sprout’s office?” Cedric looked apologetic, but [y/n] didn’t mind.

She fell into step beside one of the first-years as they headed towards the Herbology greenhouses. “What’s happened that you two need to see Professor Sprout?” she asked warmly. Neither of the younger students looked at her or replied. Cedric sighed, “When I came down into the Common Room, I found these two with their wands drawn on each other.”

“Uh oh…” [y/n] muttered.

“We weren’t actually going to duel,” argued the boy to Cedric’s left.

“I really want to believe that,” Cedric said gently, giving the boy a forgiving gaze, “but I’m supposed to bring you to our Head of House regardless.”

They walked in silence for another moment before the other boy, the one between Cedric and [y/n], sniffled. Cedric put his hand back on the boy’s back and patted him reassuringly, “Are you alright?”

“We’re going to get in so much trouble…” the boy squeaked.

They had reached the greenhouses by now. Cedric sat the boys on a bench and turned to [y/n]. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice so only she could hear, “Could you bring Professor Sprout out? Just tell her I found them with their wands drawn in the Common Room, but they didn’t cast any spells and they seem genuinely sorry. I think they’re pretty scared and, honestly,” he glanced back at the trembling eleven-year-olds, “I think they’ve suffered enough.”

[y/n] nodded and turned toward the greenhouse. Her heart warmed to see how compassionate Cedric was, especially toward younger students; he had such a kindhearted spirit and was an excellent Prefect.

Before she opened the greenhouse door, Cedric called out to her, “[y/n]!” Turning on her heel, she saw the same apologetic look on his face as earlier, “I’m really sorry we’re missing our date.”

She grinned back at him, “It’s really okay, Ced.”

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When [y/n] returned with Professor Sprout, Cedric was crouched in front of the two boys on the bench. The sniffly one had clearly been crying and the other was fiddling nervously with his tie. [y/n] could hear Cedric comforting them and they were nodding back at him.

Sprout gave the boys a quick lecture and let them off with a warning. She thanked [y/n] and Cedric for being so responsible, “Especially on a weekend. I’m sure you two have other things to do tonight.”

[y/n] and Cedric trailed behind the younger two students, making sure they got back to the Common Room. Cedric held her hand and started to chat about his plans for their date, “We probably don’t have time to go to Hogsmeade anymore, but maybe we can have a picnic instead if that’s alright?”

“That sounds lovely.” She squeezed his hand slightly and gave him a reassuring smile.

Cedric opened the door to the Hufflepuff Common Room and was about to turn around to head off with his girlfriend when he heard muffled sobs through the open entrance. He winced at [y/n], “Uh-”

“I hear it too,” she murmured, “Let’s go see what’s wrong.”

Cedric ushered the boys up to their rooms while [y/n] took a seat next to a young girl who hurriedly wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her robe. “What’s the matter?” [y/n] patted the girl’s knee. “I got in trouble…” she sniffled, “with Professor Snape…”

[y/n] scoffed as Cedric joined them, sitting on the opposite side of the girl. “Oh, Pippa…” Cedric said, leaning onto his knees so his head was level with hers, “Everyone gets in trouble with Professor Snape. It’s like a rite of passage.”

She looked up at Cedric with hopeful eyes, “Really?”

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, “I met [y/n] in Potions a few years back. That first day of class, she spilled a jar of caterpillars. They went everywhere and Snape made the whole class clean them up.” Cedric and [y/n] laughed at the memory, and, eventually, Pippa joined in.

“That sounds bad,” Pippa looked at [y/n], “I only got in trouble for doodling when I was meant to be taking notes.”

[y/n] patted the girl’s knee again, “Oh, Snape loves to give people a hard time for that sort of stuff. I wouldn’t worry about it.” She paused for a moment and then added, “Just be more discreet next time,” with a wink.

Pippa giggled. Cedric had a small, impish grin on his face as he stood back up.

“This is no way to spend your first weekend at Hogwarts,” He reached out a hand to Pippa and she took it. With one hand, he pulled her up off the couch and he rooted around in his pocket with the other hand.

Still sitting, [y/n] saw how much older Cedric looked than Pippa. Not only was he much taller than her, but his features were more defined in contrast to the younger girl’s round, youthful face. She thought back to when she and Cedric first met; their cheeks had been just as round and they were just as unsure of their place at Hogwarts as Pippa. [y/n] rose to her feet, smiling to herself.

Cedric had pulled a chocolate frog from his pocket and held it out. “Here,” he said, “Sweets always make me feel better. You should go explore the castle or spend some time with your classmates while the sun is still out.”

She hesitated for a moment, looking up at Cedric for a moment. Pippa looked at the older boy, taken aback by the unnecessarily kind gesture. He nodded to her and she took the chocolate frog package from his hand. Pippa thanked both of you shyly before leaving the common room with a skip in her step.

Cedric looked up to see his girlfriend looking at him lovingly. He grinned and took her hand so they could leave the common room for their date.

“How did you just happen to have a chocolate frog in your pocket?”

“I always have little treats stashed away for special occasions. I had planned to give you that one later this evening…” he trailed off and scratched the back of his head.

“But Pippa needed it more.” [y/n] finished. She pecked him on the cheek as they headed into the corridor.

~ ~ ~

The sun was setting as the couple made their way to the Great Hall, hoping to sneak some dessert out so they could eat it under the stars. They had barely entered the Great Hall corridor when a girl with curly hair and a Hufflepuff tie bounded up to them.

“Cedric, Cedric!” She huffed.

He squeezed [y/n]’s hand, anticipating another detour, “What’s wrong Cora?”

“It’s Eleanor. She’s sick.”

Cedric and [y/n] followed Cora to the girls’ bathroom down the hall. Cedric stopped at the entrance, debating whether or not he should go in.

[y/n] let go of his hand, “It’s okay. I’ll bring her out.”

“Thank you,” he kissed her forehead tenderly, “I’ll wait out here.”

“We might be a minute,” [y/n] said cautiously, “Maybe you could grab us something to eat while I sort this out?”

Cedric nodded and, once [y/n] disappeared from view, he went to the Great Hall to see what he could gather without being noticed.

~ ~ ~

A few minutes later, [y/n] led a queasy Eleanor out of the bathroom. Cedric was waiting with a little package of pastries in hand.

Eleanor stopped for a moment in the doorway of the bathroom, “Cedric’s coming with us?”

[y/n] raised her eyebrow and looked down at Eleanor, “Do you not want him to?”

“No, it’s okay,” Eleanor still sounded hesitant though. That’s when Cora appeared behind them and explained quietly, “A lot of us first-year girls are scared of Cedric.”

[y/n] turned to the two girls before looking back at her boyfriend. His brows were pulled together, confused as to why the girls had stopped, but he stood patiently while they talked amongst themselves.

“Wh- Why are you scared of Cedric?” [y/n] was absolutely dumbfounded. Cedric was the sweetest, most approachable boy at Hogwarts.

Eleanor looked at her feet and shuffled them a bit. Cora giggled, “It’s just… we think he’s so cute.”

[y/n] choked back a laugh but let a wide smile spread across her face. Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked back at Cedric for a moment. He was raking his hands through his hair like he did when he was stressed, completely oblivious to what the girls were talking about.

She turned back to the girls. They broke out into cheeky little smirks when they saw the glint in [y/n]’s eye. “He is cute, isn’t he? But that doesn’t make him scary! I was scared to talk to him at first too, but if I hadn’t we wouldn’t be going out.”

“He’s your boyfriend?” Cora’s eyes widened and her mouth hung slightly open. Cedric’s ears perked up from the other side of the hall and his heart jumped a bit in his chest as he realized [y/n] was talking about him.

[y/n] nodded and motioned for Cedric to come over. She could have sworn she heard Eleanor whisper to Cora, “She’s so lucky.”

~ ~ ~

Cedric and [y/n] dropped Eleanor off with Madam Pomfrey and made sure Cora got back into the Hufflepuff Common Room. Then Cedric took [y/n]’s hand and they headed to the astronomy tower.

Along the walk, they chatted about the events of the evening. “Remember how scary Hogwarts was at first?” [y/n] asked. Cedric sighed, “Absolutely. It was so overwhelming.”

They walked up the winding stairs in silence. Standing at the window, Cedric wrapped an arm around [y/n]’s waist. He unwrapped the pastries and they both took one.

“What did Eleanor and Cora say about me outside the bathroom?” Cedric looked quizzically at [y/n] and took a bite of the cookie in his hand.

[y/n] grinned and shrugged, “Oh, nothing. They just asked if I was your girlfriend.” She didn’t want to tell him that they thought he was cute, but she gave him a sly smile and a wink.

He rolled his eyes and pulled her closer. It was an especially cold evening, but the wind was chilly so they huddled closer for warmth.

Cedric kept his eyes on the sky above them when he spoke again, “I’m really sorry we didn’t get to go on our date. I’d been looking forward to spending time with you all week.”

[y/n] rested her head on his shoulder and sighed intently. “But we did get to spend time together. It wasn’t exactly a trip to Hogsmeade or a picnic by the lake, but honestly I enjoy any time we spend together.”

“How are you so wonderful?” Cedric shook his head slightly in disbelief and kissed [y/n] on the forehead. She savored the feeling of his soft lips on her skin, the warmth lingered in the cold air, even once he’d pulled away.

“You’re the wonderful one,” [y/n] said, the smile evident in her voice, “The way you dealt with all those kids today? I loved seeing how patient and kind you are with them. And it seems so effortless”

Cedric blushed and looked back down at [y/n]. “I could say the same for you, love. You were so willing to set everything else aside and take care of them.”

“You’re gonna be such a great mum…” Cedric turned back toward the window. He closed his eyes to savor the wind on his skin and the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest.

[y/n] hoped he didn’t hear her breath hitch when she realized what he said. “You think?” her voice was calm. It didn’t reflect the way her mind was racing, trying to figure out what Cedric meant.

She didn’t know it, but Cedric could sense the hopefulness in her voice. His grip on her waist tightened and his thumb tapped slightly.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “I can’t wait.”

#cedric diggory #cedric x you #cedric x reader #cedric fanfiction #cedric diggory oneshot #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #cedric diggory fanfiction #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory fluff #fluff #harry potter fluff #fanfic #i wrote this

[salted-caramel-tea]

Sorry Punz, but the Hunters won

hi!! so after witnessing the debate about who won the most recent manhunt, I decided to go back and watch every single episode of Minecraft manhunt to determine who the winner should be, based on previous rules and gameplay. have at it, ig

I want to preface this by saying that this is genuinely the first analysis I’ve ever written so if it’s terrible lmao oh well what u gonna do about it

The latest episode of manhunt initiated a multi-platform debate as to whether the hunter win can be deemed valid on the basis of an in-game glitch. Apparently, the majority of fans on both Twitch and Twitter (including Punz lmao) viewed this as an invalid win and argue in favour of Dream. They are so incredibly wrong.

To clarify, I’m defining glitch here as non-intended gameplay, purposefully coded mechanics such as bed explosions or entity cramming are invalid in this argument because they are branded as ‘intentional’ game designs.

I want to begin by addressing the set rules of manhunt- in the first ever episode (Minecraft Speedrunner VS Hunter FIRST EVER), the rules were pretty vague, summarised as:

“I’m going to try and beat Minecraft before my friend kills me once. If I die, the video is over, and I lose.”

But as the series grew and became to involve more people on the opposition, the rules developed to specify that that the Speedrunner must earn the ‘Free the End’ achievement before his death. (3 Hunters REMATCH, 4 Hunters). From this it’s clear that this can be deemed a valid Hunters win as Dream did not earn the achievement, supported by the fact that there was no visible evidence of the Dragon’s death, you know, the purple lights, the sounds, the xp drop etc. In short, from my research, there is no supporting evidence that the dragon was dead.

This brings us to the infamous dragon respawn ritual glitch. I went to the End and did a few test runs and I can confirm that the ritual, as it played out in the video, was not an intentional play. The ritual should only have been successful if the dragon had died. There was an intended strategy to the placement of the end crystals as stated by Sam in the extra scenes, yet the actual events can be chalked up to a server glitch. This is the point where the rebuttal of “but the respawn worked so the dragon must be dead” comes into play, and for those of you who believe that I’d like to invite you to reread the previous paragraph.

So, to summarise thus far- no dead dragon. But respawn ritual worked. It’s a glitch.

Let’s talk about the use of glitch exploitation in Manhunt.

I spent hours combing through every episode of manhunt looking out for times that anyone had used a glitch to their advantage, and two moments stuck out the most- the Nether Roof glitch, and scaffolding ghost blocks.

Around 30 minutes into the Speedrunner VS 4 Hunters REMATCH video, Dream exploits a well-known glitch that allows the player to bypass bedrock and access the roof of the Nether, before luring the hunters there in order to leave them stranded ultimately forcing them to resort to killing each other to escape. Similarly, in Minecraft Speedrunner VS 4 hunters GRAND FINALE, Dream strategically places scaffolding to exploit a glitch allowing him to speed bridge using ghost blocks. It’d be unfair to be selective about the use of glitches in manhunt, allowing dream to freely exploit them and condemning the Hunters for using a similar mechanic to their advantage.

It is worth noting that there are several differences between the glitches exploited by dream and the glitch that occurred during the 5 Hunters episode- notably, the clarification that the Dream purposefully exploited glitches, whereas the respawning of the Dragon was an accidental event caused by a glitch in the server itself, instead of as an intended play.

To summarise, because this was a glitch in the server rather than one initiated by a player, the argument states this shouldn’t count. To that, I’d argue that while the glitch caused the play to unfold differently from the plan, it was still a legitimate play. It was established by Sam that the ritual in only supposed to work post dragon death. The Hunters also expressed audible confusion as to what had happened to the Dragon. All players were distracted, and George, identifying this as a moment of weakness for Dream, used that to his advantage and killed him. Every player was affected by the glitched respawn of the ender dragon- had George not taken advantage of everyone’s distraction, the game would have continued with a Dragon at full health. It all came down to George’s knowledge of Dream’s behaviours.

‘it’s too OP a play it shouldn’t be counted’ ya well I hate to break it to you but there are a number of OP plays across various manhunts that were banned after their use, and they were all counted as valid during the run that they were used, including:

- The Nether Roof glitch, gives too much power to one side and was banned after

- Nether Travel in general, gives an unfair advantage against the hunters and was banned in the same ep

- Instant Damage Potions, self-explanatory really

- And now the respawning dragon, which does give an unfair advantage to the hunters

TL; DR,, sorry punz, but I’d argue that the Hunters win is valid. Condemning the use of a glitch to their advantage would display active bias towards the speedrunner who had frequently used unintended gameplay to further his progress. There was no evidence of the Dragon dying (through in-game visuals or by achievement), and the glitch would still have counted as a valid yet confusing play had Dream not died that very moment. The Hunters won, you’re all just simps.

#im so sorry If this is bad #I tried but I've never done this before #mcyt #mcytblr #mcyters #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #antfrost #badboyhalo #awesamdude #minecraft manhunt #dream team #dteam #dteamblr #mc manhunt #speedrunner vs 5 hunters

[football-rambles]

Delicate - John Stones

I written this a couple of years ago, I just deleted and altered it. I just listened to the song yesterday and felt I needed to re-write it. I may re-write my attempt at my reputation series. But for now here we go!

Warnings: A pathetic attempt at smut

Special mention to @wheelergrealish​ for reading this before I posted this, you’re a star 

You laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was in complete darkness and your thoughts were with a certain footballer. Who had you met just over a couple of weeks when you attended your best friend boyfriend football match. It was what you ‘needed’ after you broke up with your now ex. That was when you met him.

You had started dating, but it was very casual. You couldn’t even call it dating. You had been on one date, had sex, well you lost count on that. Both of you reeling from each other’s break ups. Both afraid to properly commit, or even label what you are.

It wasn’t something you both had really talked about, but you knew he would avoid that conversation on purpose. You knew it was because he hadn’t directly told you. He was a little careful because of how his last relationship had been so full on.

Elle, Ella? you couldn't remember.

Your phone that laid on your nightstand suddenly lit up, casting a dim light in the dark bedroom. Reaching for the phone, you squinted at the brightness as it hit your eyes to read the text.

Dive bar on the east side. Where you at?

You looked at the time and jumped up, jumping out of bed, realising that you had lost track of time in your thoughts yet again. He was at his best friend’s party and had asked you to meet him there for the night.

You hurried to your closet and put on the plain black dress you knew he liked. He didn’t tell you that of course, you we’re both shy when it came to complimenting each other. As you grabbed your purse and hurried out of the apartment, telling yourself you would do your make up in the Uber as you thought to yourself.

He's taking up too much of my headspace.

You stood outside the bar, it was old and around the corner from the river. It was so peaceful except for the music that was booming inside the bar. The wooden sign hanging over it, slightly rusty. But from the outside, you could see through the glass that it was a small, cosy place. You wondered what a footballer like Kyle chose somewhere like this. But you hesitated because though it looked like a place you would love to be, it was very crowded.

You avoided crowded places and had gotten use to the quiet. After your breakup with your ex, you couldn’t stand being around the crowds, judging. You hesitated outside the door for a moment before inhaling deeply as you walked into the bar.

You couldn’t see him anywhere, so you made your way straight to the bar, you wanted to avoid conversations with people. As you made your way over to the bar and sat on the stool and started to tap the bar waiting to be served. You looked around to see if you could see him, but nothing.

Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you Oh damn, never seen that colour blue

You were served, which annoyed the bloke that had joined next to you, moaning about the service. You turned around to see that he was making his way over to you. You noted his outfit, black jeans, Nikes that fitted well. He had a light colour blue shirt that you couldn’t quite place it with the outfit, but you liked it on him.

“Let me buy this lady a drink.” The man slurred at the bartender that handed you a glass of wine.

“No thank you,” you muttered before the man laughed at you.

“Oh, come on.” The man slurred again, this time he started to lean over to you.

“No thank you.” You pulled back. You hated strangers, they made you even more nervous that before. Ever since your reputation was ruined by your breakup with your ex, you we’re constantly being judged by everyone. Your reputation was damaged over something you couldn’t control. Yet you had the shit to deal with.

“Back off buddy.” A voice says to the stranger as he slipped his arms around your waist.

“I’m just trying to buy her a drink,” The man spoke.

“Her drink is on me,” John said in a calm tone. “Now back off,” He repeated.

With that, the man left, and he sat next to you on the barstool that just became vacant. “I’m sorry about that, I should go come over.”

“It’s not your fault,” you whispered, shaking your head. “I’m used to it now, my reputation never been so worse, so” you trailed off, letting out a sigh.

“Well, I don’t care about that,” He says quietly as he took your hand from the bar.

“You must like me for me, huh?” You say with a small smile.

“I do,” said, planting a kiss on your hand. "And I promise that-"

"We can't make any promises now, can we?" you say, cutting him off with a peck on the lips as you leaned across.

He smiled warmly and after hesitating for a few seconds, leaned across to kiss your forehead. With that, he turned away to get the barman’s attention. you stared at his back, swallowing thickly, resisting the urge to touch his shoulder.

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? Cause I know that it's delicate

As you pulled up outside his house, you were worried for a moment if it would be alright with you just showing up without warning. You had been going out nearly a month. Things were just the same. Nothing had changed.

You were starting to feel a little anxious as you realised that you were the one taking the relationship seriously, worried that he didn’t. It frustrated you that things were going so slow, yet so fast.

When you were together neither of you could keep your hands off each other, and they had sex anywhere but each other houses. Cars, even in the changing room once when you visited on a training session. But you hadn’t been to his house and neither had he yours.

When you’re with him, the question was always on the tip of the tongue, but almost as if he knew what you were thinking, he'd kiss you and then, everything was history. Temporarily at least, till the thoughts came crawling back.

Stop right there.

You simply could not afford to be the one who invested more in this relationship. Did he want it slow? That was fine, perfectly fine. He did not want to talk about it. That was cool too.

It was just fine.

Frowning from your thoughts, you were still debating whether to go and knock on his door. Thoughts interrupted when you heard a tap on the window making you jump. You turn to find him stood there, in a hoodie and shorts, standing there with a half-amused smile. Grinning sheepishly at him, you rolled her windows down. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He replies, crouching to give you a kiss on the lips. “What are you doing?” He asks.

You looked at him, hesitantly before answering. "Honestly? I thought you were training, so I just sat here." you lied.

He raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Well, I’m off today...that’s why my car is in the drive."

"Yeah...that explains that" you say, looking down at your steering wheel embarrassment. “Do you fancy coming for a drive?” you blurted out.

John looked at you and straightened up “I-Sure, but you’re a good driver, right?” He teased.

“Um, I don’t have my license...so” you joked, which John looked at you are laughing. “Let me lock up.”

The drive was silent, a comfortable silence. As you gripped the steering wheel for dear life as you drive down up the street you lived; you were going to turn off towards the lakes one of your favourite spots.

“This is the street you live on, right?” John asked.

“Uh...yeah I share an apartment with my best friend” you explain, quietly. Looking across at him, “Do you want to see my place?”

JOHN looked over at you and nodded, “Sure. I’d love too,” He says.

The third floor on the West Side, me and you. Handsome, your mansion with a view. Do the girls back home touch you like I do?

A few minutes later, you were both standing outside your apartment door as you fumbled with the keys nervously, grateful that your best friend wasn't home. The door clicked open, and you gestured for John to enter first, flicking on the lights as you followed.

You kicked off your shoes and taken off your coat as watched John looking around the apartment quietly, and you could see him processing everything he was seeing. Suddenly, you felt quite nervous because you knew the décor were not really his thing and it was small, his house was about 5 times the size of the apartment.

"I know it isn't your style or big but-" you started, but he you off.

"I love it," he said with a half-smile, turning to you.

You smiled at him and felt yourself relax a little and walked over to him slowly, satisfied when you saw his eyes darken a little. As soon as you were within touching distance, John pulled you towards him and kissed you. His arms wrapped around your back, engulfing you completely, as his fingers splayed across the length of her waist. He started to tug at the hem of your shirt,

You instinctively guided him towards the couch, leading him there while the two of you were still kissing. Both fell on to the couch, His lips kissing yours all down your jawline before meeting her lips.

Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

For two weeks after they'd gone to her place, you had started to drop by the training ground unannounced. Almost all your visits always ended with a night spent in your apartment. Other than that, JOHN dropped by during the days when he wasn't at training or a game.

Despite all the time you both were spending together; you hadn't spoken about where you were going or what you were to each other. The only thing you knew was you both wanted each other, and that he was in your head almost all the time. You tried to tell him that you didn't like when he left the apartment, and you'd be wide awake listening to the fading echoes of his footsteps, desperately wanting to tell him to stay.

Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs, stay here, honey, I don't want to share

But the last time you were around your apartment, you were woken by an annoyed best friend, she had thrown a fit; she was tired of either going to her boyfriend’s place or being kept awake by the two of you. She would like to spend at least one silent night at her own house.

Now you were stood outside John house, waiting for him to open the door. Seconds later, the door opened, and he stood in the doorway grinning at her. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, John,” you say shyly.

You could feel your cheeks burning, you were still shy around him after all this time. He stepped aside so you could walk through the door. Placing his hand on your back as he guided you in. He took your coat and purse and laid it on the table neatly by the door. He looked at you and around. “This is home.” He says quietly.

Your face turned red, once again stricken by how he didn’t hesitate. In the first week, he was always careful, and though you both hadn’t talked about anything, all these subtle things that he had started doing; small kisses, playing with your hair, hand-holding every time you were out and people staring. These things have her stupid amounts of happiness, and you knew you had fallen for him hard.

Cause I like you

“So, I know you love the notebook,” he started. “So, I thought we could, maybe watch it tonight?” He suggested.

You looked at the table that had a bowl of popcorn, and the DVD, tears filled your eyes. He listened to you babbling on about random things.

You looked at him, “it’s perfect!” you say kissing his cheek.

John half was watching the film but was watching you as you were indulged in the movie. He smiled as he went back to watching the film.

You had turned to see that John was watching you wipe away the tears “I just love this film, so much,” you say defending says, smiling.

John smiled and kissed your forehead, “I know.”

You had let out a small laugh, and her hand travelled upwards from his chest to bottom of his t-shirt. You leaned up to him kissing him. His hand left the armrest of the couch and rested on the side of your face, tracing along your jawline with his thumb; John knew you loved it when he did that.

"Bedroom," he whispered rapidly, pulling back for a second.

He stood up and offering his hand you and lead you up to his bedroom. After he closed the door behind him, he turned around and crashed his lips to yours again. You impatiently began to pull at the hem of his shirt, and chuckling softly, he left your lips for a second to pull his t-shirt over his head before going back to kissing you. Flipping you around, your back now to the door and continued to kiss.

You let out a satisfying and let your hands travel down towards his pants, teasing him slightly over his boxers, growling, he started to back away, pulling you with him towards the bed. When the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, he turned around to you and pulled away from your lips. Both of you we’re breathing heavily, and he gave you a gentle nudge, so you fell back on to the bed.

Sliding his hands under your skirt, his fingers teased your hipbone before starting to remove your pants. You were already slipping out of your top, arching your back slightly as you pulled it over your head and threw it away recklessly before lying back down entirely. He bent down to kiss you, supporting himself with one hand while the other travelled back down to tug at your skirt.

Once that was off, his mouth moved from your lips to your chin, and then to your collarbone, one of your weak spots. He was moving slowly, from the top of your breasts to gentle kisses on your stomach, teasing you into frustration. Finally, his mouth travelled to between your legs, and your eyes fluttered closed as he teased you endlessly with his tongue, alternating between soft caresses and firm kisses. You began to whisper his name, request clear in your voice until he complied with your requests. Your hands clutched the sheets as you arched your back, each thrust eliciting a louder groan.

Your hips bucked, meeting thrust for thrust, as both of your moans fuelled each other's fires further. Finally, you felt yourself climaxing under him, and he followed soon after. He collapsed on top of you, both of your bodies shuddering with the release of desire you had just experienced. After laying on top of you for a few quiet minutes, John kissed your collarbone and rolled off you, lying next to you both catching your breath.

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep. Are you ever dreaming of me?

He slid one arm under your neck and pulled you into his side as you marvelled for the umpteenth time on how well you both fit together. You turned towards him and watched him quietly as he fell asleep. your eyes traced his jawline, and you were unsure whether to stroke the hint of stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave. You saw his eyes flicker towards you at his touch, but you didn’t back away. You knew you wanted more. This man-made you feel things no one ever had in a short space of knowing him, and you loved it. As you looked at him thoughtfully, he turned on his side to face you.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked

You looked at him hesitantly, swallowing nervously, this was it. You could either lie and worm your way out of it or just talk to him. You knew how that would end, he would either reject you and say you’re on different pages all this... or this could go somewhere, somewhere much better than where it was now.

Sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

Leap of faith. Do it, Y/N.

"I like spending time with you, John" you say softly into his shoulder. "An-And I don't like it when you leave. When you go, I keep wondering if there're other girls who touch you like I do, you know?”

"Y/N I don't-" John started.

"I know, I know, you don't, John. It's just my mind messing with me because of... you know... I just worry, that's all. I feel like I'm sharing you with everyone else, and I don't like it. That's weird, right?" you sighed but continued. "I guess it's just because... Because... I don't know what we are to each other, you know? We never really talked about it. Am I your girlfriend? I just need to know. It drives me crazy and I just..." you trailed away, eyes still on his shoulder, too scared to look at his face.

"I don't know. I just really, really like you, John," You finished with a whisper, a heavy weightlifting off your shoulders.

You laid still, your hand starting to drum a nervous rhythm on his chest. You could feel him tense, and the panic began to build as you struggled to find words that could erase what you'd just said; to make light of what you just said. "Um, sorry, is it uh... cool that I said all that?"

Cool!? Really, Y/N?!

"I mean, I know that things are kind of... I-I know that it's delicate."

When he still hadn't said anything, you finally looked at him apologetically, asking defeated. "Isn't it?"

Closing his eyes at your tone for a second, he finally turned to look at you. "It is," he said softly, but continued. "But someone had to ask, and I'm sorry that I was too much of a coward to say that."

"And... you are my girlfriend. I thought you knew that" John said, and when your eyes widened off guard and you opened your mouth to say something, but he cut your off. "Yeah, I'm sorry for not getting around to tell you I thought that."

Then, removing his arm from under your neck, he now turned on his side to face you fully. "I like you too, Y/N. I like you a lot," he said thoughtfully. "I'm glad you're around."

He turned kissed your forehead, firm but soft and pulled back with a grin. "And nope, it isn't too soon. I'd say it was about damn time."

Cause I know that it's delicate

#John stones #football imagines #football imagine #football one shot #football oneshots

[horansqueen]

New Angel - Chapter 11

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NIALL

We remained half an hour together in silence. I tried to focus on her breathing or the way her fingers would squeeze mine from time to time. After a while though, I decided to get up and ask everyone to leave. It took me twenty minutes until the apartment was empty but I couldn't lie and pretend I hadn't noticed Louis' shoes near the door along with a pair I had never seen before. Thinking that we would all have to eat breakfast together on the next morning was making me nauseous but I decided not to mention anything to Millie.

"Wow, it's so quiet. Did you kill everyone?" she asked with a smirk, making me chuckle as I leaned against her door frame.

"Told them to leave. I just thought it was late enough."

"Thank you, Niall. For... listening."

I glanced at the hall and decided to walk back in her room and close the door behind me. I was pretty sure Louis couldn't hear anything or that he would even want to, or try to, but I didn't want to take the chance.

"How do you feel?" I asked softly, walking closer to her as she sat up and leaned against the wall behind her.

"Like shit." she admitted, shrugging a shoulder. "I spent all night crying, and I want to do that again right now but I'm exhausted. I just don't want Louis to know, because I don't want him to feel bad. I'm so... scared to lose him completely."

I blinked a few times, feeling my heart twist in my chest at her confession, and finally licked my lips. "Wait here."

I didn't wait for her answer and quickly rushed out to reach the kitchen. I was gone for less than a minute and when I closed the door behind me again, I held the wine bottle to Millie and kept the vodka one before sitting back on her bed, facing her. She laughed and shook her head, already a bit tipsy, and tilted her head a bit, still staring at me.

"That's the best remedy when you feel like shit."

"One that you end up regretting in the morning." she pointed out, raising her eyebrows with a grin.

I shrugged and took a sip of vodka, trying not to make a grimace as it burned my throat. "They say what matters is now, so let's numb that pain."

Once again, Millie laughed and took a long sip of wine. The more she drank, the more my lips curled and after a while, I decided to go sit next to her, if only to be able to lean against the wall. I was feeling dizzy and blinked a few times to see better, but I also felt in peace and happy. I didn't want to think about Grace and how she broke my heart. I didn't want to think about Summer and her confession. I just wanted to get drunk and forget that I even had a heart at all. I wanted to forget that it was broken, that it was aching, that it was beating.

"I don't think you can really lose Louis." I admitted after we joked and laughed for over an hour. "A friendship like the three of us have... it can't be broken like that."

"People change, Niall. You and I were not really close a few weeks ago. You seriously got on my nerves and I was pretty sure I was annoying you, too."

I smiled sadly and turned to her, feeling my lips curl into a fond smile despite myself. I was drunk and tired but I knew exactly what I was saying and I couldn't lie to her anyway.

"Yea, you got on my nerves. You still do, but a bit differently. I never met anyone else who was so... honest and open about everything. It can be a shock sometimes, but I'm getting used to it."

Millie grabbed the bottle of vodka from my hands and that's when I realized that she had swallowed what was left of the wine. She took a small sip and wiped her mouth with the back of her hands before giving me the bottle back.

"I've been lied to so much. I've been... played, and cheated on, and had my heart broken. I told you, I know a lot about break ups." she admitted right before her eyes met mine. I could read how sad and hurt she was and I wanted to take her in my arms to comfort her. "I was always quite forward but when I was 14, after my first break up, I decided I'd never lie. I know sometimes I'm rude and I'm sorry. I'll work on that."

"I'm mostly used to hypocrite people. They don't know that I can read them and know what they really think. The cool thing with you is that I always know what you really think. That's not a flaw." I said before my voice became softer. "I don't get why you're lying to Louis about your feelings, though. Why are you sparing him?"

Her small smile fell and I could see her eyes water but we both remained motionless. "It's me I'm trying to save, Niall. It's a selfish move. I'm not trying to get him back, or show him what he's missing. I'm trying to get over him quick so I can get my friend back."

The fact that we were both trying to get over someone we had feelings for, even if for different reason, made me feel suddenly closer to her. The story was different, the relationships were different, but that hole in our chests was the exact same, I knew it.

"Maybe you should try to find a friends with benefits like what I have with Summer." I shrugged a shoulder, making her chuckle low.

"That's what I had with Louis apparently. I think I'm gonna pass for now."

I let my eyes roam on her face and she leaned her head against the wall, closing her eyes. She looked miserable and I knew I probably looked just as bad. I started asking myself if she was right, and if maybe I shouldn't have started something with someone so soon, even if it was just a sex thing. I was not ready and I felt like I was just playing with Summer. I had been clear, or at least I thought I had, but with what she had told me earlier at the party I knew I was going to have to take a decision and then have a painful discussion with her. It made me want to lock me here, with Millie, and never come out.

"You're gonna miss having sex." I pointed out.

She opened her eyes as her eyebrows raised and when she turned her head my way, her lips curled into an amused smile. "Why do you think that?"

"I heard you and Louis," I started with a chuckle, shaking my head. "I only have three words : hard, intense and often."

I felt my heart jump in my chest, feeling suddenly bad that I brought up Louis again, along with a few good memories they had and I was pretty sure a few of those sexual encounters were playing in her mind at that exact moment but she just smiled more before bursting out in laughter.

"Okay, maybe you're right, Niall!" she admitted in-between chuckles. "I'm probably gonna miss sex! But I have hands. And toys. I'll be okay. Maybe you'll even hear me again!"

My face twisted in a grimace and I let out a short groan, making her laugh even more. She pushed me gently and I nudged her back. "That's way too much info!"

"Hey, if no one's gonna take care of my libido, then I will!" she argued with a big smile. "I know you touch yourself too, even when you were with Grace, and even now that you literally have a fuck buddy. It's just human nature."

"Maybe, but at least I'm discreet and quiet!"

"Probably because your orgasms are weak."

We both started laughing and when I glanced at her, she was laughing so hard that a few tears were falling down her cheeks.

I don't know how long we chatted and I couldn't remember when I fell asleep but I woke up in the middle of the night with a headache and feeling quite nauseous. I got up slowly and with difficulty, trying not to wake Millie up, and dragging my feet until the bathroom. I swallowed some meds and ended up drinking two full glasses of water before leaning against the counter and closing my eyes. It's only when I got out of the bathroom that I heard noises coming from the living room. I walked slowly, seeing lights moving around and frowned before realizing it was probably the tv. I stopped near the wall, leaning the side of my body against it until Louis looked up at me with tired eyes and a sorry smile.

"Are you still mad at me?"

I stared at him a few seconds and sighed low before shaking my head. His smile got slightly bigger and I walked to him, letting myself fall on the couch. I grimaced again as the pain in my head started thumping harder but I just closed my eyes for a few seconds and finally turned to Louis again.

"Mill told me she's the one who told you that you could bring your girlfriend." I admitted, debating whether or not I could say more without betraying Millie. "It's just.. Tommo, you should know better."

"I don't know, Niall." he started, looking down at his hands as he played nervously with his fingers. "I don't want to hurt Millie, but I'm so in love with Eleanor... I've never loved anyone like that, and I know I'll never feel like that for anyone ever again in my life. I know you can understand, right? I know you've been through that before."

His voice was soft and he didn't have to tell me how he felt. Just the way he pronounced her name, the way he talked about her, I knew he was head over heels in love with her. He was gentle and soft with Millie too, but never the way he was with his new girlfriend. I could almost see hearts in his eyes, even in the darkness of the room.

"I still love Grace, but if she came back, I don't know if I'd want to try again with her. She betrayed me and she broke me." I explained, shrugging a shoulder and staring into space as my ex girlfriend's face appeared in my mind. "I don't think I'd ever be able to trust her again."

"Do you think... Millie will ever trust me again?"

I held my breath and turned to look at him, blinking a few times. He looked sincerely scared and I sent him a small smile before nodding slowly. "Yea, probably. But it'll take time."

Their friendship seemed to be important for both of them and I couldn't help but hope it would get solved, too. Perhaps it was a bit selfish but I didn't want to be stuck in the middle of all this. I just wanted us to be friends like we used to be, and even closer, since I was now building a real and strong friendship with Millie. It was crazy to think that our broken hearts made us bond and it was a bit sad at the same time, but I guess it's true when they say that something good always comes out of a bad experience. Millie was my 'good thing' and I was thankful for her.

"It's cool that she's got you." Louis confessed in a low tone. "I've been a bad friend to her recently... or whatever you want to call the relationship we used to have. I mean, Im surprised. Millie doesn't trust easily. But it's cool."

I didn't want to tell him that all Millie needed was someone to care and listen to her but it's still what I thought. Somehow, she seemed to step aside or hide so no one would really ask about her. She was so used to help people but was uncomfortable when I was trying to help her in return. Shouldn't Louis know that?

"I'm happy I have her, too."

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I could have walked back to my room to sleep in my bed but I hesitated, standing in the middle of the hall, my eyes moving from my door to Millie's door over and over again. I finally walked back in her room slowly to make sure I wouldn't wake her up and lied back down in bed next to her, over the covers. I brought my hands under my head and stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. I couldn't stop thinking about Grace and Summer, trying to find out how I felt for them and what I could do about it. I finally turned on my side and fell asleep staring at Millie's back.

Unfortunately, the doorbell woke me up very early the next morning, or so I thought. I could feel the sun hitting my eyes and I groaned low, turning around and pushing my face in one of Millie's pillows. There was no way I was going to answer the door. I was not alone here and I was clearly hungover which, in my opinion, deserved a few more hours of sleep. I was about to fall back into slumber when it rang again. This time, Millie groaned next to me and moved a bit.

"There's someone annoying at the door!" she yelled in a mumble to whoever wanted to hear.

No one answered and I started wondering if Louis was still home or if he had left earlier with his girlfriend. I wanted to say he took into consideration what I had told him the night before and that he was kind enough to spare Millie some more pain and at the same time, I wanted him to be there so I wouldn't have to go answer the door.

It rang for the third time and Millie and I groaned at the exact same time, making me chuckle tiredly.

"Please Niall? Can you go?" she asked in a smooth and honeyed voice. "I'm heartbroken."

"I'm heartbroken too." I muttered low, my face still pressed on her pillow.

"Mine is more recent."

I tried to find an argument but finally just groaned and forced myself to get up. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at her head, making her chuckle sleepily.

"Next time it's you!"

"Yea yea..."

I rolled my eyes with a small smile and once again dragged my feet to the front door. I yawned and passed my hand in my hair, noticing how messy it was. As I opened the door, I told myself that perhaps I should have get dressed by my mind went completely blank when my eyes met the person on the other side of the door. My heart sank in my chest and my lips parted but I couldn't seem to move.

"Grace?"

The look she sent me was a mix of hope and guilt and it made me frown. I couldn't help but think that I had called it by discussing it with Louis during the night and at the same time, I was trying to tell myself that she was probably just here because of something she forgot in my room. After all, last time she was here was because she needed her passport, right?

"Niall, I really need to talk to you."

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terrors (spencer reid) - oneshot

summary: you have terrible reoccuring nightmare that doesn't allow you to sleep propely, when you remember spencer telling you that he could help you. so once in the middle of the night your rush to his house to seek comfort, understanding and hopefully answers

an: this idea must have been written like billion times, but i wanted to try it too. hopefully you like it <3

words: 4230

warnings: mention of death 

(gif not mine) 

cold sweat streamed down your forehead onto your pillow. heavy breathing filled your room and you felt like as if all your limbs were nailed down to the bed. this was 5th night in a row you woke up like this in the middle of the night. unable of any sort of movement, scared to death with a pool of sweat on the pillow. you lay there, the only thing filling the room were your heavy breaths as you tried to breathe through another nightmare. they were all the same, the same scenario every night with the same ending all the time. the next stream of the sweat was joined by a single tear that has escaped your eye. this was the first time you cried. you felt hopeless, you've already had enough, all you wanted to do was curl up into a little bundle and cry till the morning. but at this point your limbs were still nailed to the mattress and it now felt like someone was pinning them down in order to keep you in the same position. after quiet a while your arms started to loosen up a bit and you had the strenght to bring them up to your face to wipe your tears and sweat with the sleeve of your jumper. with the help of your arms you sat yourself up and looked around the dark room. you light up the bedside lamp and sat yourself at the corner of your bed. you took your phone and looked at the time. 2:13am. you weren't even asleep that long. you just got back home from a case and the only thing you wanted to do was to sleep till the sun rose up, hoping the exhaustion from the week long dreadful case would not give you nightmares but you were wrong, the exhaustation made it even worse. as you placed the phone back at the night stand your eyes caught a glimpse of a picture that was standing at the table. it was you, penelope and spencer at one of those doctor who conventions were garcia dragged you because you apparently needed some fun in your life. your eyes were pinned on spencer who has earlier that week noticed your lack of sleep due to you having not 2 but 4 cups of coffee a day. he told you that you can talk to him anytime you felt like you need to talk. this is the perfect time to call him or text him since you would welcome a little bit of company, but why wake him up at 2 in the morning because of some stupid nightmare. but those nightmares aren't stupid, you thought. you picked up the phone again and opened your contacts. spencer's name was shinning on you now and you had a big compulsion to click on the little phone sign and call him. you realized it was not the brightest idea so you put the phone down again and went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. you took few big sips from the glass while looking out the window and mentally debating whether to call spencer or not. after finishing the whole glass you went back into your room and sat down at the bed. you closed your eyes for few seconds to calm yourself down. it helped a little so you lay back on the bed, turned off the light and let the darkness fill up the room again. it was time to try to go back to sleep. you felt your heart pound with fear as if you were about to slay a dragon. you closed your eyes but your chest started to feel more and more heavy, you felt like someone was standing in your corner watching you fall asleep. your eyes shot open and you stared the door right in front of you. this can't go on forever, what are you going to give up on sleeping ever again? that's not possible. you already hated yourself for what were you about to do but you still proceeded with doing so. you stood up from the bed, took the nearest pants you could find, put your shoes and made your way towards your apartment's door. the second you placed your hand on the door knob you regretted doing it. spencer's apartment was just couple blocks away from yours and you have decided to run there and seek help. it was crazy idea, but after all spencer told you that you can talk to him at any time you want. hopefully he meant 2am as well. you locked your door after you left and from there you just ran. it was scary even for a trained fbi agent like yourself. dc streets weren't so pleasing at this time of the day and many dark alleys scared the crap out of you. it though was less scary then falling asleep and having the same dream again. you ran fast as you could and your breathing was getting heavier with each step you took. you reached spencer's apartment building and it felt like god wanted you to see spencer because the second you reached the door one of his neighbors was leaving and you had time to get inside before the door shut. you have been here before, spencer has invited you over for a cup of coffee after you joined the team. it was really sweet of him and after that you started to create a bond with him. even though you spent every free time you had with penelope you always felt like you and spencer were closest on the team. after walking up 3 flights of stairs and catching your breath you reached his apartment door. at this point you realized how insane this whole thing was. you don't just show up at someone's door at 2am in order to ask them if they can help you get over a nightmare. it felt like as if you were 5 again and you were scared to let your mom know you have wet your bed. you stood there for good 5 minutes before you even raised your hand to knock. you questioned whether to knock or not. what if he will be angry that you woke him up and you will ruin a good running friendship. you breathed in as much air as possible to try to calm yourself down before you finally knocked. first time you knocked 3 times, pretty quietly but after you got no response for a while you knocked another 2 times but little louder now. after you knocked the last time you could hear a very irritated sigh. you could feel he looked at you through the peephole, while also he started unlocking the door."y/n, is everything ok?" he asked in a very sleepy but seemingly worried voice."i need to talk" you said firmly."can this wait, it's like 3 in the morning. you should rest we just got home." he rubbed his eyes to see you better."yeah, that's the problem. can i please come in?" you felt like you were forcing him to invite you in but there was no way you let him sent you home after you ran the distance without even talking to him."i mean, yeah come in" he moved away from the doorway and let you in.you looked around his dark apartment, walking towards his couch. you sat down and waited for spencer to join you. your leg started bouncing from the nerves. spencer sat down and for a moment he just looked down at the floor, it seemed like he was trying to wake himself up."i'm so sorry i woke you up, i-i just remembered that you told me that i can talk to you about anything at anytime" you tried to smile at him but his eyes were still focused on the floor beneath you."i didn't really mean 3 in the morning but of course." he whispered to himself but due to the complete silence of his apartment you could hear it loud and clear."what do you wanna talk about?" he now finally turned at you his eyes now had a very visible worriness in them."i had another one" you said quietly."another what?" his eyebrows have furrowed."nightmare.""do you want to tell me what's it about? maybe i can help you if i know what's really going on in there" he smiled, still looking worried as hell."it's the same thing over and over again. do you remember that case about 3 months ago, in sacramento it was i think" you looked up at him to see if he was following."of course" he nodded."well it's that case. it starts with us chasing the unsub's car through the town and then stopping in front of the old building. me and hotch run in and you with jj follow. just like in real life i run up the flight of stairs, but what's different is that when i get up the stairs its just one big empty room with little girl sitting right in the middle. i yell back at all of you to come upstairs but no one answers as if i was alone in the building. i slowly walk up to the girl and when i try to talk to her she points to the door at the other side of the room. i walk there and every single time i open the door it's the same image. all of you there, dead. while i stare at you the girl comes up to me and says that this is all my fault. and then she keeps repeating it over and over again until i wake up." you could feel your voice trembling, your hands shaking and you were pretty sure your eyes were already tearing up.there was a dead silence in the room. you didn't know what spencer was thinking about what you've said. you were too afraid to look up, to see his embarrassed face. he wasn't the best about opening up about his feelings. whenever he opened up it ended up in morgan making jokes and spencer always ending up burrying his worries again. he has built walls around his problems and the only person he has ever fully opened up to were you. that's why he told you that if you have more nightmares you can come to his house. but at this point you felt as if you told him more he can bare or help you with. for a split second you looked up to see if he was red in the face or if he was staring back at you, but his eyes were pinned on the coffee table that was in front of his couch you two were sitting on. you could see that his eyebrows were furrowed, he was for sure thinking what to say next to not make this even more awkward then it already was. "would you like a cup of tea?" he mumbled fast. "yeah, why not" you smiled, not expecting him to see you do that.  you kinda knew why he asked you if you want tea. he wanted to go to the kitchen to be alone and to process what you said and what he should say next. it seemed like his genius brain wasn't so fast when you wake him up at 3 in the morning and you unload all that's on your mind. especially if that what's on your mind involves his and your team's death. you too had to process the fact that you just told spencer about the nightmare. until this point it felt like your brain went 100 miles per hour and all the decisions that brought you here were made by your brain without you being present. you still felt the pain in your chest after running the entire time from your apartment to spencer's. maybe this was the perfect time to release the air that has been stuck in your lungs ever since you arrived. you felt like you just finished running marathon. if someone told you that you'd have a recurring nightmares about your closest friends dying everynight maybe you'd think twice about joining the BAU. but at the end of the day it's better that you have someone like spencer to talk to, you don't have to go through this alone. you're basically surrounded by people who had the same problems as you're having now. when spencer noticed that you're not sleeping well and you told him that it is bad dream that keeps you up at night he reassured you that you're not the only one suffering and if you talked to literally anyone on the team they'd help you. it made you feel much more safe, even though you felt the most comfortable opening up about to spencer. he was the one who noticed that you're not doing well. you considered asking hotch or rossi about it but something in your mind was telling you that you'd be a bother to them since they haven't noticed. your breath was starting to calm down and for a second you decided to close your eyes to calm yourself completely before spencer returns from the kitchen. as soon as you opened your eyes and fixed your sight on the streetlight outside of his window you could hear spencer's footsteps coming closer and closer. you looked up and saw spencer with two cups in his hands standing above you. you stood up to help him but he shook his head and placed down the cups himself. you almost immidiately took one of them into your hands and the scent of mint hit your face pretty hard. it might've woken up every fiber of your body. maybe it was spencer's intention to perhaps wake himself up to be able to listen to you. but even after he brought the tea the room felt silent again. you could hear occasional sipping from spencer's side of couch. you didn't take any sip from your tea yet as if you were scared he put poison in it. spencer coughed with which he caught your attention. "so, um, it's always the same dream?" he didn't look at your, his eyes fixated on the painting in front of him.  "yep. always the same," you nodded your head.  "why do you think you always have nightmare about that particular case? did you make a mistake or something? because i remember we caught the unsub pretty fast and without any more victims," now he was facing you and it seemed like he wanted you to do the same so you can have meaningful conversation.  "i don't know. i remember being pretty frightened, don't know why though. we had gone to an abandoned building before. i don't know if i was expecting something that might suprise there, or if i was awaiting another victim and that the case would be last even longer than it already did," you shrugged your shoulders and you finally gained confidence to take a sip from the tea spencer made you.  "hm, it's true it was long case. perhaps, i don't know, maybe you just wanted to go home and now your brain associates that case with long cases and you start feeling home sick," his two fingers were now resting at his mouth, just like when he's trying to profile the unsub.  "i don't usually feel home sick. i haven't been in washington for that long to feel like that. besides the dream doesn't stop at home,"you faced him as well and at this point you started to feel comfort because it looked like you were starting to have some sort of brainstorming session just like when you're out on a case and you trying to figure out what's going on."you mentioned that you see us dead, right?" spencer has now swallowed really hard almost as he had something stuck in his throat. "yes. that might be the entire problem you know?" he nodded and focused his eyes on your face. it was very obvious he was trying to profile you right then. he kept furrowing his eyebrows, he shifted in his place a lot and he kept noticing small movements on your face. you were both staring at each other, trying to profile the other one. spencer was in very obvious discomfort, but you weren't sure why just yet. it could be the awkwardness of the situation and conversation but it could also be that his brain was working way faster now and he was trying to put together your dream as if it was a puzzle.  "y/n, i don't need to be rude right now but, didn't you see or hear some girl's voice and didn't write in the report. something you might've forgotten? or tried to forgot and could be coming back haunting you in your dreams?" you felt how your eyes widened now that he said that. you went over both the dream and real life case in your head, trying to remember if you saw or heard something. you bit your lower lip in concentration but even after replaying both scenes in your head over and over again you couldn't remember anything. it was just a regular end of the case. you came to the abadoned building, raided the place, found the unsub, arrested him and few hours later you were back on the plane to D.C. nothing unsual. now you were the one in discomfort. your discomfort was even more obvious then spencer's because you kept tilting your head back, your leg started bouncing from trying to remember everything that happened and at one point you had to close your hands into fists because you felt how they started shaking.  "hey, look if you want we could do the cognitive interview. if you're comfortable to comeback there," spencer placed his hand on your shoulder and it felt like he just awoken you from some sort of trance.  "um, i don't know," you shook your head and looked down from his face. "do you feel comfortable enough to relive it all again? i mean, nothing bad happened but it might make the nightmares worse," his hand was still on your shoulder now it seemed like he was trying to bring himself to stroke it a bit. "yeah, you're right, let's not do the cognitive," you nodded and his hand has left your shoulder. and another silence. this wasn't how you always imagined it would go if you came over to his house for comfort. in your head it always sort of more talkative and understanding. what you were doing there wasn't that much understanding. you came to seek comfort and spencer wasn't quiet sure how to provide that for you. he stopped looking at you again and focused on the library behind you. it looked like he was searching for something specific. it was dark in the room, only the streetlight from the outside provided some sort of light in the room, so you weren't really sure how he searches for anything that far away in such a darkness. after all it's spencer reid, he probably knows where anything is in this apartment and he knows the names of all books he owns and where exactly to search for them. after a while he stood up and walked over to the library he was scanning these last couple minutes. he started taking out books and browsing the pages in them. it lowkey brought some sort of calmness, the turning of the pages, his finger trailing down the list and his subtle mumbling of the words. you closed your eyes and listened to what he was doing. a good while has passed since you last talked and you were slowly falling asleep, but you shook of the sleep as soon as you felt your body getting weaker, you didn't want to fall asleep on his couch and then waking up in pure terror when the girl is gonna repeat it was your fault over and over again. when you sat up straight again you remembered something from when you were younger. you knew that what you wanted to ask for right now was way out of spencer's comfort zone so it took few moments to rethink if it was really something you would like to try.  "spencer?" you heard how he closed the book the second you spoke up. "is everything okay?" he walked over to the couch again to check up on you."i just remembered something..." he sat down awaiting something related to your nightmares. "it's nothing from the dream. i just remembered that when i was younger and i had a nightmare of some sort my mom would... you know what nevermind it's too much to ask for. i don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable," you quickly stood up from the couch getting ready to leave and go deal with the dreams on your own, but spencer stood up as well and his body blocked yours from making any other move. "what is it? i'm sure it can't be that bad," he chuckled a little.  "hm, okay. uh when i was little my mom would always take me to her bed and cuddle me until i fell asleep," you tried to say is quietly as you could so he wouldn't hear you. "sorry, but i didn't hear you," he raised one of his eyebrows. "my mom would cuddle me until i fell asleep. and then the bad dreams went away," you could feel your face getting red from all the embarrassment. "would you like to try it? i mean it wouldn't hurt trying, if you say it stops the bad dreams," spencer shrugged his shoulders. "unless you are 100% comfortable with it," maybe this is is gonna ruin your friendship with spencer, you thought. "i am. after all it was me who suggested you coming here if you had nightmares. so it's worth of trying since you came all this way here at this hour," his hand was again on your shoulder. you nodded and looked back up at him. the comfortable look on his face reminded you that you have nothing to fear when he's there and that he is willing to do anything to help you out. you both nodded and spencer led the way to his room. he helped you lay down and then imidiately laid down next to you. at first it was bit awkward none of you knew how to start and what to do. somewhere in a back of your mind you could hear morgan's voice making jokes about how you're probably the first person to be in his bed with him but you choose to ignore it. "so, want to do this?" spencer asked again and you nodded in agreement. he lifted his left arm and suggested you place your head on his chest. you did as he asked and then he slowly put down his hand over your shoulders. both of you were scared to make any move, not to disturb the other. you could feel spencer grasp tightening and your head getting more comfortable on his chest. you haven't been in this position in a while and to be true, you missed it a lot. you could feel your bones and muscles to start resting slowly but surely. his hand was easily stroking your arm to help you rest even more. "you know what, i'd feel much better if someone did this with me back when i had nightmares," spencer tried to break the ice and was succesful when you laughed at what he said.  "thank you, really. i can't imagine anyone else from the team to do this," you smiled and looked up at him. "there's nothing to be thankful for, i am doing this as your friend. you know, everyone on the team has the tendency to bury their feelings and i do it too, but when i saw you hurting and not feeling well i thought i might help a bit since i've been through this as well. if this won't help, or even if it will, i can give you some books on how to handle it, i have read few myself and seems like i do not need them anymore. and if the books won't help but this will, don't be scared to comeback more often, i'll be always willing to help you out even if it means cuddling," his voice was soothing and he even chuckled a bit in the end.  you said thank you one more time but more quietly. you made yourself comfortable even more and after a while you allowed yourself to fall asleep. you felt safe as if nothing can hurt you when you were in spencer's arms. and it was true it helped a lot. you slept through the night without the dream coming back. the morning was much better and you even wanted to go back to work again. over the next couple of months the dream cameback once or twice though, but when it did comeback you always rushed over to spencer's who had already prepared with one spare pillow on his bed and helped you fall asleep safely again.

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Evermore - Jamie Benn

Summary: Back in summer 2013 Jamie ends his relationship with Y/n. Seven years later they run to each other on the street and both of them wonder what would happen if they tried to get back together.

Words: 2964

“We've been here before, you and me together. And we will again. Somewhere somehow we'll meet again.” - Leohearts on Tumblr

End of 2013

Y/n forgot about the time on July 22 at 5:33 pm. That was when her whole life fell apart and her world turned upside down. That was the moment he broke up with her and left her alone, confused and broken. It seemed so easy for him to walk away and forget about their love, but for Y/n it was a heartbreak she’s never experienced before. She was hurting, but everyone around her kept moving forward, life went on and on and Y/n stayed stuck in place. Summer ended as quickly as it came, the leaves turned brown and fell from the trees in the blink of an eye, Halloween passed and Thanksgiving was near but she didn’t acknowledge it and refused to make plans and she decided to stay home alone and cry. She didn’t want anyone to see her because the breakup seemed to take away all of her confidence and she feared everyone would look at her and think “what a fool, she thought she was going to get a fairytale ending with her hockey player prince”. As if the breakup put her in a bad light, as if it meant she wasn’t worthy of the love and the good company of her friends. The only reason she got out of bed every morning was her job that she didn’t enjoy anymore and for every minute she spent there she prayed for the end so she could go home and curl up in bed. No one saw her smile, no one heard her laugh, she stopped joining her colleagues for lunch and she avoided every conversation. She spent most days in her bed, crying and screaming whenever she needed to, and kept replaying every moment before the breakup to find the one where she went wrong. Maybe one day she’d find the mistake and it’d give her a fair chance of avoiding it the next time she’s in a relationship. Because what if it truly was all her fault? What if she ruined it? On the other days, she wrote letters, sometimes to Jamie, sometimes to herself just to get her thoughts out of her mind, and sometimes she stared at the blank paper and didn’t write a single word. All letters ended up in fire the moment she finished writing them.

Y/n used to believe she wasn’t the type of person who lets a heartbreak ruin her life but the end of her and Jamie’s love story had a bigger impact on her than she expected. She kept repeating to herself it was just a breakup, just a guy, just a temporary feeling but nothing could ease her pain. The pain was so overwhelming she was sure it would last for evermore.

The situation significantly changed in December. With all the Christmas decorations, songs, and movies that followed her everywhere, it was hard not to feel the joy. Suddenly she started craving the company of others and started hanging out with all her friends whenever there was a chance, sometimes she walked around the city on her own, she shopped for gifts and before she realized it, she was being her old self again; happy and cheerful. Her attitude towards the breakup changed as well although it highly depended on her mood each day. When Y/n felt good and confident, she wondered what she was even fighting for. For a relationship that ended weeks before he said it out loud? For a man who got so disgustingly comfortable in their relationship and took her for granted? On days like this, she refused to blame herself. On the days when she wasn’t in a good mood, she still cried a little and some doubts returned. But no matter what day she was having she knew now she was going to get through it.

Jamie on the other hand was doing better than ever before. He felt free to do whatever he wanted, he could go out and party all night every night, he had a different girl in his bed every time he went out, there was no one holding him back. In September he was named the sixth captain of the Dallas Stars, the new season started, and he felt like he owned the world. He had everything he ever wanted. But most of his old friends could hardly recognize him. He was the opposite of who he used to be. Cocky and foolish. Jamie naturally refused it and insisted on his truth: he was still the same person. Everyone could see how lost he was without Y/n, they saw it long before Jamie did. Jamie believed he was happy, however the breaking point came in December, just around Christmas. All his teammates were getting ready to spend the holidays with their wives and kids, girlfriends, and families, they all had someone to go to, someone who would greet them at home. But Jamie returned to an empty apartment every night and he started missing Y/n singing in the shower, her silly dance moves while she prepared the food, or her sleeping peacefully while he was about to leave for the morning skate. He missed her face and her voice and her support and love. Everything that he took for granted. He got overly comfortable and believed she would stay by his side no matter what.

And so, while Y/n started to feel better, Jamie started to feel the consequences of their breakup and the pain of all the things he lost.

Presence

Another horrible date, another idiot her friends set her up with. Another wasted day and time and a wasted outfit on someone who didn’t deserve it, not even a tiny bit. Y/n felt comfortable with being single, but her friends believed it was time for her to start seeing someone again. Since her brokeup with Jamie, she only had one longer relationship that lasted for almost three years. But that was three years ago and since then she only went on dates, but she was never satisfied with anyone. And unlike her friends, she already gave up on the hope of ever finding her soulmate.

On her way home, Y/n decided to take the longer route home to properly clear her mind and get some fresh air she so desperately needed. It was late spring, and the weather was nicely warm, the trees were green, and flowers bloomed around the sidewalk. Her mood was significantly decreased by that idiot her friends believed he could be the one, but she still couldn’t resist to smile as she looked around herself. New life always began with spring for her. And as she looked around, she noticed a familiar figure standing just across the street. A tall, muscular figure, dark hair, and tattoos covering his arms, the way he posed as he stood still. Y/n froze in place when she realized it was truly him, her heart started beating faster and she debated with herself whether she should quickly leave or continue walking and go to him to say hi. She then smiled even brightly and with confidence went to him. After all, there was no grudge against him anymore, no anger or pain, no need to cause a scene. She was at peace and she was now able to look back to 7 years ago and feel joy from all the memories she had of him and them together.

Jamie as if he knew felt a familiar presence behind him and slowly turned around. He didn’t expect to see anyone, and he believed it was just a random feeling but there she was. She was more beautiful than he remembered, her hair was longer, her face more mature now but the smile and bright eyes didn’t change at all. Panic took over Jamie when he realized she was heading his way and he wanted to run away. He wasn’t quite ready to face her because even after 7 years he couldn’t believe he made the mistake of letting her go. He knew now she was the love of his life and foolishly he let her go and he couldn’t believe his stupidity and naivety he was better off alone. What was going to happen now? Was he going to meet her on a beautiful spring day with the birds singing, trees blooming and the sunshine warming up his skin and learn some awful truth? What if she was on her way to pick up her children from kindergarten or school? What if he was about to learn she’s happily married and has everything she ever wanted? Of course, he would be happy for her but the selfish side of him couldn’t accept she would have that with someone else and that he was going to spend the rest of his life searching for her in some other girl and then die unhappy and alone.

“Hey there stranger,” her sweet voice brought him back to reality from his thoughts and sent shivers down his spine. It was like seeing a ghost.

“Y/n!” He breathed out and without thinking, he took a step closer to her, wrapped his hands around her, and gently picked her up. Y/n closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the moment and enjoyed his touch, his strong hands around her body, his beard slightly scratching her soft skin, his cologne, and the nostalgia. Jamie did the same, his heart was beating fast and he knew he would have trouble with letting her go once again. “How are you?” He asked as he put her back on her feet, unwillingly and full of fear he would never get to do this again.

“I’m good,” she said confidently. “Really good. I was just on a date.” She laughed.

“A date huh?” He said raising his eyebrow hoping she would give him more details.

“Yeah,” she nodded. Y/n knew she should’ve told him it was a bad date and that the guy was an idiot but Jamie was the last person she wanted to talk to about it and after all, he didn’t need to know anything about her personal life anyway. “But let’s not talk about that. How are you, Jamie? I’m so happy to see you!”

“I’m good too! Things are great with hockey and everything, you know? Couldn’t ask for more I guess.”

The two fell into a silence that was far from comfortable. They randomly and shyly looked at each other from time to time desperately trying to figure out what to say next. After so many years, after all the pain and moving on what could two people possibly talk about? They were done with the small talk and although neither one of them wanted to part ways just yet, they had no idea what to talk about. Y/n deep down knew meeting him would cause some damage, it would bring back some bad memories and possibly even pain and it would certainly leave her wondering what could’ve been if he didn’t end their relationships. Jamie wanted to grab her hand and never let go because he knew now without a single doubt that it was the biggest mistake of his life to let her go and even after seven years he didn’t fully move on.

“I should probably head home,” Y/n whispered unsurely.

“No! Don’t go, not yet,” Jamie said quickly. “We haven’t seen each other for so long we can catch up a little, grab a coffee or something and talk.”

“Jamie,” she said, rubbing the back of her head as always when she found herself in an uncomfortable situation. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Look, after the breakup I was not doing good and it took me so long to get over you. And just seeing you here in front of me is hard because it’s making me realize that it never faded, you know? Something’s still there, some feeling, and I can’t risk getting my heart broken again.” It took all her strength to say it out loud but she had it rehearsed in her mind for such a long time. After the breakup, Y/n often imagined running into him on the street and this was the speech she prepared and memorized.

Jamie knew this was coming, he deserved it. He deserved to know how much he hurt her and how much he screwed up. He had no illusions about himself anymore, for a few years now, he admitted to himself he was arrogant to everyone around him. But what for? It was probably too late. A girl like her, so kind and beautiful, funny and supportive couldn’t be alone.

“I know.” He nodded and looked away. He couldn’t bear looking at her, but he wasn’t gonna give up just yet. “Y/n, I know I made a terrible mistake and I’ve been regretting it for so long and if I had the chance, I would take it back. I was stupid, selfish and I took you for granted. I know it! But I also know that if you gave me a chance, I would be better this time.” This was the first time Jamie shamelessly and bravely admitted his feelings. He was never good with words, expressing his emotions, and avoided it as much as he could but 7 years was a long time to think and to change himself for the woman he loved. In the end, this was probably his only chance.

“I can’t Jamie, I’m sorry, I can’t do this again,” tears appeared in her eyes as she said the last word but she still found some courage to fight it back and smiled at Jamie before she walked away praying he won’t go after her. And he didn’t.

A couple of days later

A few days later Y/n found herself confused about her feelings for Jamie and she couldn’t stop thinking about him. He still had her wrapped around his finger. All these years of moving on and believing she was over him were destroyed. She thought deeply and constantly, wrote dozens of reasons why it’s not a good idea and why she could give him another chance, she cried, tried to forget, talk about it with her friends. But nothing worked. The memory of him kept coming back to her even in her dreams and ever since she ran into him she had a few dreams about the meeting, about their life together, and even a dream of their breakup. She was screwed once again.

“So, what you’re gonna do about it?” Y/n’s friend finally asked after the curiosity took over her. “I mean you’re thinking about him, right?”

“Of course, I am thinking about him! How could I not? It’s been 7 years and I was over him, over us and then I meet him for a few minutes, and he messes me up like this? What am I supposed to do now?” Y/n yelled out. Deep down she already knew what to do but didn’t want to admit it to anyone. Not even herself.

“Whatever you decide to do, I know it’ll be the right thing,” the friend smiled at her warmly.

That night Y/n couldn’t sleep. She kept tossing and turning in her bed, she tried to read a book, watch a movie, listen to a podcast but nothing could put her to sleep. The decision she made deep down haunted her because she knew if it was a bad one it would end in a total disaster and she wasn’t sure if she would survive it the second time around. And so, the next day she decided to go see Jamie in person and clean up the air.

Y/n arrived to the American Airlines Center early in the morning hoping she would find Jamie there. When they were dating, he liked to go there before anyone else arrived to have time for himself and Y/n hoped this habit didn’t change and she would find him on the ice.

“I hoped I’d find you here,” she said with relief when she spotted Jamie on the ice all by himself. “Some habits just don’t change huh?”

“Y/n!” Jamie said with surprised face. He was lost in his thoughts and didn’t notice her standing just a few feet away from him. It brought back so many memories of her coming with him to early morning skates, to his games, or when they sneaked in at night and skated until the late hours of the night. It reminded him of her smile and excitement, he heard her laugh and saw the sparkles in her eyes. “What you’re doing here?”

“I’ve been thinking about what you said the last time we saw each other,” Y/n admitted. “And I came to the conclusion that I might survive giving you or perhaps giving us a second chance.” She smiled at Jamie and then quickly stopped as she realized he could’ve changed his mind and not want her back anymore. “If you still want that.”

Jamie’s face lit up immediately after she finished talking. He hoped and prayed for a second chance and he knew that if he was gonna get it he would make sure to treat Y/n right and appreciate her as he should’ve. He then quickly skated to Y/n and stood in front of her with hope and happiness visible on his face. “I promise I won’t make any stupid mistakes this time.”

“You will make stupid mistakes,” Y/n giggled. “Just don’t ever let me go again.”

“I won’t, I promise you that.”

“Then it’s for evermore,” Y/n whispered and kissed Jamie. And it was right. It felt right. They belonged together.

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