#they all kiss each other and hold hands bcos i said so >:((((

[bloozers]

hiiii! can you write a fluffy cute smut with early 80s james? maybe like a brother’s best friend trope or friend to lovers?

Ofc pookie 🫶

The sister of the Dane

Warnings: james Hetfield x fem!reader , smut obvi , unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it) , fluff , reader is Lars’s sister , use of y/n , oral fem receiving , hair pulling kinda? , fingering , soft 80s James bcos omg yes

Summer of 1984 , y/n was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the boys she could hear Lars’s snoring from his room down the hall and it made her roll her eyes , cliff was always the first of the boys to wake up so he tried to help with breakfast but gave up when the toast started burning. Next down the hall came Kirk in his Batman pjs and a very sleepy face “morning” he mumbled and sat at the counter and y/n handed him some apple juice to help him wake up “thanks” he mumbled again this time with a sleepy smile , soon a loud yawn moved its way down the hallway and the tall blonde curly haired boy appeared “good morning everyone , well almost everyone” James said happily then pointed down the hallway “is he still asleep? Jesus Christ someone’s gotta wake him up before he misses breakfast” he chuckled and cliff shrugged “I’ll do it” he smiled and walked down the hall within 30 seconds cliff was running out of the room as pillows were thrown at him and loud angry danish words could be heard from Lars.

“Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed” y/n smiled placing bacon and eggs on cliff , Lars and James’s plates and toast with peanut butter and some fruit for Kirk “shut up” Lars mumbled and then stuffed his face full of bacon. “So what’s the plan for today people?” Y/n asked and the guys all looked at each other and shrugged “day off I guess” James chuckled then looked at her “Y’know what y/n you sure know how to make a good breakfast” he said with a sheepish smile “thank you James , you know you make a good burnt steak” she giggled “oh cmon one time!” He said with a fake offended tone “well me and Kirk were going to guitar centre later and I think cliff was going to the store?” Lars chimed in with a mouth full of food “so it’ll just be me and James then?” Y/n asked trying to hide any excitement, she’s had a crush on James since they met and today is her chance to tell him the truth. “Yes just you and James , we’ll be back around 5” Kirk smiled knowing he meant 5am not pm.

Once everyone had left James sat on the couch and flicked on MTV , y/n sat next to him and let out a little ahem , James looks at her slightly confused “yeah?” He asked and she took a deep but subtle breath “James we gotta talk” she said trying her best to be confident “ok what’s up?” He smiled turning his whole body to face her on the couch so she knew he was listening “I umm I like you , like yknow….like like you….a lot” she confessed and he smiled “is that so? Oh well I guess you’re in luck then pretty girl because I have not been able to get you out of my mind” he said with a flirty smile causing her eyes to widen “what? Not what you were expecting? Thought I’d turn you down? You gotta be crazy , look at you princess your funny and kind and incredibly beautiful anyone would be clinically insane to turn you down” he said and placed his hand on her thigh causing a shiver to run up her spine , they looked into each other’s eyes for a bit before James leaned in and kissed her slowly but passionately. It didn’t take long before James’s hands were on the back of her thighs holding her up and walking to his room their lips still very much attached to each other.

James gently placed y/n on the bed and moved on top of her to kiss her again “your so pretty baby , I knew I loved you” he smiled and kissed her neck , he took off her top and bra and attached his lips to her chest , leaving a trail of kisses until he reached the hem of her skirt “im gonna take this off is that okay princess?” James said looking up at her she nodded and James took her skirt and panties off with a whistle “spread those legs pretty girl I wanna taste you” he smirked and once her legs were spread he kissed up her thighs and then dove straight into her wet cunt , licking sucking and kissing her clit. “Fuck baby you taste like heaven” he moaned on her folds the vibration causing her to buck her hips into his face. James stuck two fingers inside her and curled them hitting her spot over and over until she was a writhing mess under him “J-James! Fuck! I’m gonna-” y/n moaned digging her hands into his curly blonde hair “that’s it baby cum for me , you can do it let go” he moved his tongue and fingers faster and she came hard on them moaning loudly “good girl , that’s it” he praised and slowed down then pulled out “you did so good baby , c’mere” James smiled and brought her to him for a slow gentle kiss “you want my cock baby? Hmm?” He whispered in her ear and she nodded eagerly causing him to chuckle “desperate girl hmm? That’s okay , I’ll take care of you” he smirked and undid his jeans pulling them and his boxers off and throwing them on the ground , his shirt was already off so there they were , both naked and desperate for each other’s love. “You ready baby?” He asked again and she nodded “ok sweetheart I’ll go slow at first” he smiled then lined himself up with her entrance before slowly pushing inside her tight cunt “oh fuck baby your fucking tight holy shit” James groaned trying not to cum right there and then “c-can I move baby?” He asked his voice almost whiny “yes please fuck me!” She moaned and James started to thrust in and out of her with a moan , soon the room was filled with the wet slapping sounds of where there bodies connected and their moans , grunts and whines of pure pleasure. James started thrusting harder and faster pounding her into the mattress “fuck baby your doing so well for me” he moaned as she felt her coil tighten up ready to snap “James! I’m gonna cum again!” Y/n moaned “yes! Fuck! Please baby please cum for me cum on my cock pretty girl” he groaned as his thrusts sped up but became less coordinated and more sloppy. Y/n came hard , she thought she saw stars as she moaned loudly as slightly screamed his name “F-fuck! M’gonna cum baby” James whined as sped up “I’m cumming! Fuck holy shit!” He moaned as his body shook while he filled her completely. “Holy shit baby that was fucking amazing…you did so good for me sweetheart” James praised then kissed her forehead , he got up and went to his bathroom to grab a warm wet towel to clean them both up then layed down next to her pulling her close and snuggling his head into the crook of her neck as he traced slow gentle circles on her back until they fell asleep in each others arms

This took like an hour but it was so worth it 🫶

#metallica #james hetfield #80s james #he’s so perfect #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fluff #fanfic #i need him #going feral

[missallsundayyy]

Could you write a story where Law takes Robin's first time and she's first all hesitant and shy about it? But he really can't control himself. Just read all your stories in your masterlist and my gosh it's beautiful

I TRIED MY VERY BEST TO WRITE THIS AND THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORIES I APPRECIATE IT ALOT 🥺❤️ PORN WITHOUT PLOT BCOS IM GOING STRAIGHT FOR IT. Thank you for requesting this fic i’ll try to cater to every request because I KNOWWW THE FEELING LIKE I GOT YOU! I even have a perfect picture to match the plot of the story xx

RESEARCH

“You’re a damn tease woman..” he scowled while attacking her neck giving wet open kisses all the way down to her collarbone. “I can’t hold myself back if you’re going to wear provocative outfits” he said, palming her left breast roughly.

“Mhmm la-law...please..” she whispered. He chuckled ceasing his actions, “You know how hard It was to convince your crew to let me borrow their beloved archeologist….to help me decipher my research…” he stopped to look at the now bare and naked beauty below him, her face away from him Her nipples were perky and erected and not to mention the size of her breast...it was enormous almost covered her whole entire face which was now looking at anything but him. She was shy and he most definitely didn’t expect this from the confident and collected Nico Robin. It was a whole nother persona right in front of him and he was enjoying every second of it. The woman below him could easily use her devil fruit powers and snap every bone he has and stop him but no...every touch he placed on her body made her caved into him. Her body sensitivity was heightened for him, his touch, his kisses and his presence. “ fuckk look at you, you’re so beautiful underneath me, bare like this and on my sheets.” he grunt, his boner was evident and growing harder and larger by the second.

“Baka! Don’t say embarrassing things like that” she squeaked out turning to face the pirate captain. He laughed “Your crew gave me only 2 days with you and at this rate i think i’ll use it to fuck you senseless here in my room since you prefer to be in here more. Maybe I'll take you in my operating room tool so that I could always remember you when we’re apart.” he said confidently.

Needless to say the historian’s face was beet in colour, she was embarrassed by his bold words and never did she expected Trafalgar Law to have such a foul mouth.

“La--law-kun, i--” Robin stuttered, finding it hard to put her words together. He has her right where he wants her and she is starting to get hesitant like could she even handle him. Maybe it was a bad idea to tease him too much. He had always known her ways of flirting with him but she guessed when she broke into his room in a white spaghetti strapped top that literally does nothing to hide her enormous breast with a pair of jean shorts to sneak around his room and see his personal collection of books he owned was apparently the last straw for him.

“Look at you, the pirate goddess with 130million berries, a strong willed woman with an extraordinary beam of confidence and elegance...looking so reticent and self conscious right below me.” Law said with a smirk lifting one finger to bring her chin up, facing her to him. “Don’t be shy with me Nico-ya, you’re the only woman that has successfully made me so riveted. Your beauty has captivated me since the day I first saw you and can you imagine how keen I was to know you when I found out how smart, wise and pacific you are.”

Robin was touched by his confession and before she could reply he continued “I like you Nico-ya. I like you so much and I’ll make you feel so good and I will only put you and your pleasure first.” His fingers were already ghosting her entrance that was already slick and wet, she was so horny for him and was solely turned on with just his voice and also mostly with how Law presents himself. He was in short, Robin’s type.

“So wet…..all for me” he slipped one digit in and she threw her head back with a whine.

“M...more please, go faster!” she moaned softly bringing her palms to cover her mouth. He smiled and added three of his fingers in all the way and lunged all digits in a quick and hot pace, he was fingering her and she wasn’t mentally prepared for such swift and agile pace because when she asked him to be fast she didn’t THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FAST. She missed the part where she was a complete total virgin but of course she wasn't entirely innocent either. She was still a woman with sexual needs but sexual intercourse was never relevant to her since she was dead focused with her life goal. She never did thought that pleasure would feel this fucking good or maybe because its him that's bestowing it. Law had awakened her needs and reminded her that aside everything else she needed this and she deserved intimacy and she deserved to be touched and pleasured.

Her vision was clouded with a layer of tears, her mind was hazy and she was on cloud 9 and he was only doing the bare minimum. He brought his hands and gripped her neck, bringing her back to reality.

“Feel good my love? Look at me c'mon..” when she locked eyes with the doctor she felt her insides throb more and not just from the invasion of his fingers. She could feel her juices gushing out and dripping on his hands from the way his knuckles or hand would ever so bump the side of her thighs. “Hhh-hai! Feels so...mhmmmm full” her eyes couldn’t take the intense pleasure anymore she had to break their gaze and her eyes fluttered and closed momentarily and he took the opportunity and dived face first into her wet hole and gave her a viscous long hard lick.

Robin’s eyes flew wide open with her both hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders and hair pulling it roughly.

“Ohhh!” she moaned out and he was eating her out vigorously, she was a lost cause the moment his mouth made contact with her pussy. He made her a moaning hot mess, her fingers raked his scalp, pulling and tugging his hair softly while pressing his face deeper into her cunt, ushering him to go intensely because she feels her high coming...and then…. He heard him groaned out and she moaned loudly. A burst of energy surged throughout her body, it was exhilarating, almost current like, she felt her orgasm ripping through. Was it cum? No...she didn’t think it was so what the hell was that feeling.

“Fuuuckk.” she heard him swore and she felt him stopping his assault on her. Her eyes fluttered open and her vision returned to her slowly and it slowly processed his face that was covered in strings of milky white liquid, he was taken aback by the sudden orgasm and didn’t expect her to even squirt from his tongue and fingers. Shit. Her body sprung up and her panic mode was on, she was beyond embarrassed and mortified she didn’t even know she was capable of squirting and she was now telling him how sorry she was, basically having a word vomit which was very out of character for Robin to be anything but calm and collected. But out of all the apologies and her trying to explain herself, he only caught and focused on one thing she had accidentally let slip out.

“First time..?? You m-mean? You’ve never done this Nico-ya?” Law’s lust was now uncontrollable, knowing that he was going to be Robin’s first and he would have the honour and pleasure of deflowering the beauty and the best part, this was all in his bedroom and he would always have the memory of his first time with her even when they were apart.

Robin shied away from his question and shunned her face away...this only confirmed Law’s question. Such a fierce woman and now was timid and innocent looking, all just for him. His feral and dominant side took over him and he grabbed Robin’s hands and pinned her completely down. Hands on both sides interlocked with each other in a death grip, he was literally panting from lust and he was turned on beyond words not to mention his cock was PAINFULLY hard and if he didn’t bury himself in her he would burst anytime soon.

“You’re so fucking cute.” he groaned at her facial expression. “I’ll make you feel good my love” he ended all talking there and plunged himself all the way in and because of how fucking wet her pussy was from the foreplay before it didn’t hurt her at all, strange because it was anything BUT pain. Robin had read in books how painful it was for women but all she felt was extreme and overwhelming amounts of pleasure. “Oh my god!” she screamed when he sheathed himself roughly into her and went in a god like pace.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck so tight!” he groaned and dipped his head down and took her mouth in his and they kissed, it was sloppy and borderline nasty and the sounds emitting from their kiss alone screamed HORNY. Robin was enjoying every second of this, she had never had sex and her first time was with the man that she was slowly falling for and someone she found so hot and attractive. All hesitance and shyness was thrown out the damn window when he took her roughly like this and she was a moaning mess, and her moans was music to his ears, it was so inviting and sultry he could literally fuck her the whole night. His cock reached all the right places and it was perfect for her pretty cunt, going in and out at a monstrous pace yet managing to stimulate her walls so well and hitting all the right nerves. He could hear the gushing and sloshing sound from their connection and how his precum was mixing with her own juices was now sopping out from her hole, fuck what an erotic sight.

“Ah...ahhhh law..please, oh my g--law ha... it feels so hot---” her hands fought his gripped and flew free and she gripped his shoulder for support and her hips rocked harder and towards his thrusts. Her mouth opened wide, head thrown back in bliss and Law buried his face on the crook of her neck and he fucked her hard for god knows how long because they were both so clouded with lust and both chasing their own high. “I’m goin--fuck...im going to fill you up like this if you keep clenching around my cock like that Nico-ya!”

“In me pp-pplease spill it in me, don’t pull out...ha ha ah ah! I-i’m go..going to cuum!” her legs shook and she vibrated in frenzy when her second high overcame her soul once again. She came with a loud cry and ropes and ropes of milky white cum gushed out from her sloppy hole making spurt sounds in addition to Law’s cock abusing her hole all the sound waves was heightened to him, his view of her large breast bouncing from their rocking, her hands holding and hugging onto him for dear life, her face contort to absolute pleasure, mouth wide open, moaning hotly and panting for air. She was so lewd right now and he knew there was no other woman that could take him like this and there was no woman he would rather pleasure than Nico Robin.

“F..fuck take it take it take it!” he grunted in her chest and came hard, shooting his load into her, painting her walls white and staining her innocence right there and then. “Ahh! I--its too full Law!!” she screamed loudly and both of them were sure that his crew could hear everything they were doing right now but he couldn’t care less. They both continued and rode through their highs and orgasm until they were satiated.

That night, they spent the whole night making love but mostly hard raw fucking, he explored every part of her and touched her in so many aspects and way possible. She lost count of how many times she cummed and how many cosmic orgasms she felt. He pleasured her like no other and he had branded sex with him into her very soul.

The bedsheet was now a MESS, it was stained with cum, sweat and saliva and it was fucking sinful to even get his ship’s cleaner to clean this mess for him. Law had fully exhausted himself and the goddess underneath him was close to passing out from all the fucking they did but he wouldnt let her drift asleep without cleaning her up properly.

“I’ve run a warm bath for us Nico-ya, let me clean you up properly and then i’ll rub you to sleep okay?” Law said lovingly while scooping her up bridal style, he was gentle with her knowing she was going to be sore everywhere, she was extremely brilliant for him and put up with his pleasurable abuse so of course she was receiving royalty like aftercare.

~BONUS~

“Neh Robin! Are you okay? You seem to be limping ever since you came back from your stay” Chopper asked worriedly.

“Fufufu don’t worry, it was just a little accident on the Polar Tang but Law-kun had already taken care of it” Robin assured her nakama. Chopper smiled “Well! If Law said it's fine then you should be okay soon Robin!” With that the little reindeer walked away finding Usopp who was fishing for their dinner.

Nami who was listening to their conversation wasn't buying her story one bit “So you and the captain of the Heart Pirates are boning each other huh Robin?” The orange- haired navigator hugged her best friend from behind, “We let you go for two days and you finally decide to make your move on him” Nami teased.

Robin giggled “I think he suits me well don’t you think so Nami?”

“Well you know what this means...girls night!!” Nami exclaimed, dragging Robin for an afternoon sun tan.

#one piece #lawbin #trafalgar law #nico robin #lawbin smut #tony tony chopper #nami #mugiwara #strawhat pirates #smut #trafalgar law x nico robin #law x robin #fanfic

[reidsconverse]

bookstore • spencer reid

Spencer x Reader

Warnings: None

Based off of this request: reid,, falling in love w the reader bcos he sees them constantly in a bookstore reading his favourite fiction author (perhaps,,, stephen king,,,?) but he’s too shy to talk to them

It all started when his usual used bookstore closed for renovations, which was slightly more than an inconvenience seeing as the second closest used book store was a 30 minute drive away. He’d finished work early one day and decided it was time to stock up on some books to last him a week.

He got to the store about an hour before closing, just enough time to browse the shelves and see what this place had to offer, on the outside it looked bigger than his usual store which he thought could be a good thing considering his ability to fly through books at such a fast pace.

A small bell rang as he entered the store, the door that was slightly stiff with age closing behind him, there was one person at the desk who he assumed was the owner, they shared a quick smile as an acknowledgment of the presence of each other before returning back their original tasks. Spencer set out to find a copy of IT by Stephen King, Garcia had made them watch the movie at their last BAU movie night and it had sparked his intrigue to reread the novel.

The store wasn’t difficult to navigate and he easily found his way to where the book should have been, except it wasn’t there. He had called ahead earlier to confirm they had it to avoid a wasted trip. He quickly turned the corner to go and ask the person at the desk what had happened to the copy when he saw her.

Now truthfully, Spencer didn’t think he believed in love at first sight... until he saw her. Tucked away in the corner, wearing a beautiful yellow dress paired with a pair of yellow converse, she looked ethereal and Spencer almost forgot where he was and what he was doing. But then he saw it, no literally IT...the book he needed sitting in her lap and currently the owner of her attention.

Just as he was about to approach her to question her about the book, he saw her check her phone and sigh before getting up to put the book away. Spencer couldn’t help but watch her as she collected her things and prepared to leave, he wanted so desperately to stop her, ask her her name or even about the book. He just stood there frozen, pretending to look at the shelf of books.

“Are you lost?” He heard a small voice pipe up shaking him out of his trance, quickly turning around to see you looking up at him with wide eyes. “I know this store pretty well, I could help you find what you’re looking for.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before clearing his throat, “Uh no I’m ok thank you.” He regretted it the minute he said it, here you were offering to help him, to spend time with him and he had said no.

“Oh, ok, I hope you find what you’re looking for then!” The girl said, giving Spencer a wide grin. “This store has an amazing collection of works, I’ve been coming here for years although I never buy anything, I prefer to sit here and…,” She paused when she saw Spencer staring at her, she grinned sheepishly and pushed a strand of hair out of her face, "and I’m rambling I’m so sorry.”

“I-its fine, it's nice to see I’m not the only one who appreciates the vibe of bookstores, and I’m the worst when it comes to rambling I could talk for hours, my friends hate it when I start to go off on a tangent…” Now it was his turn to grin sheepishly, “as I’m doing right now.” He finished.

The girl giggled and looked up at him before saying, “You’re cute,” Her face quickly matching his in flushing red when she realised what she had said, “oh my god I’m so sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud.”

Spencer thought he’d died and gone to heaven. "No it's fine, thank you." He hated how awkward he was, why couldn't he be more like Derek with his smooth pick up lines and charms, maybe if he was less him he might've had the courage to continue the conversation and get her number, but no all he did was smile at her .

"I'm Y/N." She said, holding her hand out for him to shake.

He quickly looked down at her hand and before he could stop himself he blurted out, "The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss." He saw her purse her lips in confusion before retracting her hand and he immediately felt awful, "I'm sorry I don't know why I said that, I'm Spencer."

She smiled at him gently and nodded, "It's ok...It was nice to meet you, Spencer... I uh, I have to go but I hope I see you around here again." She gave him a quick wave before walking over to the front desk, smiling brightly.

“I’m almost done with the book Laurel, it's incredible. Stephen King is so talented.” He heard her say.

“Oh y/n, I didn’t tell you, someone called ahead and placed a hold on the book.” Laurel, who Spencer presumed was the guy at the desk, told the girl with a sad smile.

Spencer felt his heart physically hurt at the smile dropping from the girl's face, a small adorable pout forming on her face and she let out a small, “Oh…that's a shame, hopefully, you get another copy soon. I'll see you next week!”

He heard her bid goodbye to Laurel followed by the bell ringing out through the store, indicating she had left. He quickly walked over to pick out the book he had come for, however, his intentions had changed in the short period of time he'd been in the store. He took out his pen and began to write on the title page, something he would never normally do but he had to see her again and this seemed to be the only way.

He took the book to the front desk informing Laurel he had been the one to call ahead and put it on hold, before paying for it. He looked up at Laurel and said "Actually, could you keep that safe and give it to the girl that was in here before...her name was Y/N. I overheard her saying that she was almost done and I've read it more than enough times."

Laurel smiled at the awkward man standing in front of him and nodded, "Of course, she'll be so pleased, she's been coming in once a week to read it and it would've been such a shame if she couldn't finish. You're so kind for doing this, I know she'll appreciate it."

Spencer smiled before glancing down at his watch, taking in the time and knowing he had to leave now in order to avoid the traffic back, he quickly bid farewell to Laurel and made his way back to his car before beginning his journey back.

- one week later -

Y/N made her way back to the bookstore a small spring in her step despite her disappoitment that she was to be unable to finish the book she had been reading for the past few weeks, she was excited to select a new book.

The bell rang as she walked into the store and she smiled brightly when she saw Laurel at the desk, "Hey L, how are you?" She said, walking over to him.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm great and I have a gift for you." He said grinning at the young girl.  

Her ears perked up at the mention of a gift. "A gift? Laurel you shouldnt have."

He chuckled before handing her a copy of the book she had been intently reading for the past few weeks, "Oh honey, this was nothing to with me... I think you should take a look inside." He said with a small smirk before going to the backroom to do whatever it was he needed to do.

She slowly walked over to her usual seat in the store and sat down before opening up the book,  she let out a small gasp as she saw the note Spencer had written the week before.

Dear Y/N,

I hope you don't find this strange or too forthcoming but after our brief meeting last week I knew that couldnt be the last time I spoke to you. I overheard you (I promise I wasn't purposely eavesdropping, its just a small store) mention how you love this book and how you hadn't yet finished it, I also heard how disappointed you were when Laurel told you someone had reserved it. That person was me but I realised that I'd much rather allow you to finish the incredible book than reread it for the 5th time. I hope you enjoy the ending of this book, if you would like to discuss it with me and share other book recommendations please feel free to text me. I'm not the best at technology but I am good at talking about books.

Here's my number: xxx-xxx-xxx

Kind Regards,

Spencer

She closed the book quickly, pulling out her phone and typing in the number.

Y/N: Hey Spencer, this is Y/N from the bookstore, I got your note. Would you like to meet up for coffee soon and we could discuss the book?

He replied back almost instantaneously which took Y/N by surprise.

Spencer: Hello, I'm so glad you weren't weirded out by the note I left, my friend told me it was a little creepy and I was worried. Coffee sounds great, shall we meet at the coffee shop opposite the book store tomorrow at 5?

Y/N: Sounds great! Its a date! :)

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid x you #my works!

[koala-otter]

i love your atla writing?? your grasp of the characters shines through the dialogue, you really have their voices down!! here's a writing prompt (only if you're interested, of course!) if it helps: some kind of hurt/comfort zukka; maybe ambassador sokka is witness to an assassination attempt on zuko while sokka's staying in the palace, & even though zuko survives & insists he's fine, sokka's still really worried & frets over him? i just. want them to show they care about each other bcos i'm soft

hello beautiful beautiful anon! thank you so much for this 💛 you have no idea how much it means to me to hear you’re enjoying my writing! I’m sending you all my love and adoration

and here is some zukka for good measure! thank you, soft anon, for the prompt!

“nothing wrong with wanting to protect you” 2.5k words

“What is this?”

Zuko looks up from his full-length mirror to see Sokka striding briskly into his chambers, a rolled up sheet of paper clutched tightly in his balled fist. He unfurls the sheet and holds it out to Zuko once he’s standing next to him. 

“There’s nothing on there,” Zuko deadpans, turning back to the mirror to resume adjusting his sash. 

Sokka balks and looks at the paper, then shakes his head. “Had it the wrong way,” Zuko hears him mumble, and then Sokka turns it around to reveal an illustration of Zuko’s father and several characters written on the other side. “There!”

Zuko glances at it briefly. “Oh, that,” he says dismissively. 

Sokka stares at Zuko, then back at the paper, and then once more at Zuko. 

“Are we not reading the same thing?” he asks disbelievingly. He shakes the paper in Zuko’s face. “It’s a New Ozai Society poster! Looking for new recruits! To kill you!”

“I know, Sokka,” Zuko says sharply, pushing the other man’s arm away. 

“Why aren’t you freaking out?” Sokka demands. “We got rid of the society years ago. Now it’s suddenly springing back up and advertising an assassination attempt? We’ve got to launch another—”

“It’s not ‘suddenly springing back up,’” Zuko interrupts him. He takes a moment to check his hair in the mirror, pulled tightly into its top knot and hairpiece, before he finally faces Sokka. “There are posters like that all over the Fire Nation. There have been for years.”

“What?” Sokka asks. “Why am I just finding out about this now?”

Zuko shrugs. “I didn’t want you to worry,” he says. “It’s not a big deal. We used to have people tracking them down, but the society never actually did anything, and eventually there wasn’t a point. It’s fine.”

“‘Fine?’” Sokka repeats. He points to a line on the poster. “Maybe you missed this part: they literally say they want a team specializing in stealth to kill you.” He throws his arms in the air. “‘Kill you,’ Zuko!”

“Yeah, I can read, too,” Zuko says pointedly. 

“We should double your guards,” Sokka says, starting to count on his fingers as he thinks to himself. “We’ll put them at the windows and in the hall, and we can get even more at night. Oh!” His eyes go wide with revelation. “We should ask Suki to send some Kyoshi Warriors again.”

Zuko sighs. “I knew this would happen if you found out.”

“What, that I would try to keep you alive?” 

“Sokka,” Zuko says impatiently, “this isn’t your job. You’re not a guard; you’re an ambassador.”

“Actually, Admiral Chen called me your ‘paramour’ the other day,” Sokka replies with a self-satisfied grin.

Zuko snorts an uncharacteristically graceless laugh. “That’s very her,” he says. He turns away and moves toward a chest of drawers to put away the extra robes laid out by an attendant that morning. “Either way, you shouldn’t have to worry about any of this.”

Sokka’s eyes are soft as he watches Zuko move around the room. “Can you please just understand that it would kill me if something happened to you?”

Zuko slams a drawer shut. “I don’t need you to protect me, Sokka,” he says impatiently. “It’s not like I’m another sixteen-year-old princess with a death wish.”

The cavernous room goes silent. Unease climbs up Zuko’s spine, crawling over his scalp, filling his body and keeping him rooted to the ground as he waits for Sokka to reprimand him, to tell him he’s gone too far. A stillness fills the air, up to the high ceiling, so that even the drapes at the windows and in each corner of the room hang heavy and motionless. Sokka still hasn’t said anything. Zuko finally turns around to look at him. The hurt is so clear in his face, in his wide eyes and the slackness of his jaw. Zuko hates himself, suddenly, acutely, for having caused it. 

“Sokka, I—” 

Zuko reaches toward Sokka, but stops himself when he sees Sokka’s face harden. The backs of Zuko’s eyes burn.

Suddenly Sokka’s at the door, pulling at the handle roughly despite the ease with which he normally opens it. He pauses in the space between Zuko’s room and the hallway. “I’m telling your guard to double up tonight,” he says, still not looking at Zuko. He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’ll be with the engineers if you need me.”

The door closes, and Zuko is alone.

For the first time in a long time, he doesn’t see Sokka for the rest of the day. And he isn’t the only one to notice. In a meeting with Earth Kingdom dignitaries over a land dispute, Admiral Chen leans over and asks the Fire Lord quietly, out of the side of her mouth, “Where’s Sokka? He’s the only one who can get on these guys’ good side.”

Zuko just shakes his head and puts on a smile for their guests, ignoring the rise of Admiral Chen’s eyebrows.

That night, Zuko leaves the lamp on and sits on one of the settees in his bedroom. He nurses cup after cup of chrysanthemum tea and pretends to read a letter from Aang, but when he realizes he’s read the same paragraph three times, he’s forced to confront the fact that Sokka isn’t coming. He snuffs out the light and climbs into bed, staying on the left side and trying to ignore the wide open space on his right. He stares at the canopy above him and focuses on the slow pace of his breathing.

Minutes, or maybe hours, later, Zuko sits up when he hears the window blow open.

“Sokka?” he calls into the darkness. 

There is no response. 

He lights a fire in his palm and surveys the room. The tea pot and his cup are still out along with Aang’s letter, and his robe is still flung over the chair in the corner. A chill breeze flows in through the open window and stirs the drapes. Zuko sighs and rises to close the window. He looks out on the garden beneath him and up at the waxing moon above him. The night is still and quiet. He shuts the window, making sure the clasp is secure. 

Zuko turns and freezes. A figure clothed entirely in red, blood red, wearing a white mask, stands only a few feet away from him, crouched in an attacking stance and holding a sword in one hand. As he falls into his own stance, the figure rushes forward, and all Zuko feels and hears is the heat and roar of fire rushing out of his hands. The fire dissipates, and Zuko finds the figure flat on the ground, looking up at him with a deep tilt of their head. He thinks he hears a snicker from them. 

A crash sounds from the door, and Zuko looks over to find Sokka rushing in, armed and ready with his sword and his boomerang. Two guards follow behind him, each holding another red figure in a headlock. 

“Sokka,” Zuko breathes, relief crashing over him.

But Sokka still looks panicked.

“Zuko, behind you!” he yells as he throws his boomerang.

Zuko turns just in time to see another figure directly at his back, and he swears he can almost make out a smile through their mask before a club swings straight down on his head.

The room Zuko wakes up in is dark. It’s the first thing he notices before the pain rolls in, suddenly and mercilessly, like a tidal wave, and he has to close his eyes and grit his teeth while he waits for it to pass. 

“You’re awake!” he hears, and Zuko cracks his good eye open to find two blue eyes and a warrior’s wolf tail at his side. He didn’t realize he’d made a sound.

Zuko tries to nod, but Sokka reaches out and touches his forehead with one of those big hands of his, brushing Zuko’s hair out of his face and stilling him. 

“Good to see you back with the living,” he says with a small smirk. “I’ll get the doctor.”

He rises to leave, but Zuko manages to grab his shoulder. Sokka stops and waits. The pain subsides to a dull throbbing, finally, and Zuko can sit up and open his eyes. He takes in the room as they adjust to the dark. The bed he’s in is covered in white sheets and thick furs. He can make out a wolf helmet mounted on the far wall. And the desk in the corner is littered with scrolls and scraps of paper Zuko can only assume are blueprints and various inventions in progress. 

This is Sokka’s room.

“Why—”

“It seemed safer,” Sokka explains with a smile, crouching at the side of the bed again. “While we made sure there weren’t others.”

Zuko nods and keeps taking in his surroundings. The last time they were in Sokka’s room together was maybe a few weeks before, when they had a chance to sneak off for a few minutes between meetings. Admiral Chen kindly averted her eyes when they returned for the naval council and Sokka realized he put his tunic back on inside out. Otherwise, they mostly sleep in Zuko’s room, and their trips here don’t usually leave Zuko with much time to examine Sokka’s choice of decor. He now finds he likes it.

“You were right about the windows.”

Zuko expects Sokka to laugh at that, but he only sighs. 

“Yeah,” he says, “I guess.”

Despite the groan in his head, Zuko leans over the side of the bed to frame Sokka’s face with his hands. He stares at the planes of his face, the stubble on his cheeks, and it strikes Zuko how beautiful Sokka is, yet again, despite the bags under his eyes and the tense look of his jaw. Zuko kisses his cheek gently, and then the space between his eyebrows. Sokka inhales sharply in surprise—between the two of them, Zuko is not usually the more affectionate one—but he closes his eyes as he leans into his exhaustion and Zuko’s touch. Zuko brushes his lips again between his eyes, and then down the bridge of his nose, almost as though drawing a dotted line down the middle of Sokka’s face. When Zuko finally reaches his mouth, Sokka relaxes enough to place his own hand on Zuko’s face and press back up against his lips, slowly and sweetly. 

“Thank you,” Zuko says quietly as he pulls back. He bites his lip. “And I’m sorry.”

Sokka’s eyes open, and he gives something of a laugh. “It’s not your fault you got attacked.”

Zuko shakes his head. “About what I said before,” he says haltingly. 

He doesn’t need to clarify any more. Sokka nods once. “It’s fine.”

“No, it isn’t,” Zuko presses. “It was cruel, and I was wrong.” He takes Sokka’s other hand. His voice sounds hoarse when he says, “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Sokka rises and presses another kiss to Zuko’s mouth. “Don’t worry about it,” he says with his trademark good nature. He gives Zuko a crooked smile. “Really.”

Zuko nods and looks down at his lap. “I wondered if it was why you didn’t come to bed,” he says. He sounds ashamed still. 

Sokka looks at him quizzically. 

“Oh,” he suddenly says, understanding dawning on his face. He sits gingerly on the edge of the bed. “You know it wasn’t, right?”

Zuko smiles sheepishly. “I do now.”

Sokka sighs and shifts in his seat. “I was patrolling with your guards.” He smiles at the surprise on Zuko’s face. “I didn’t tell you because I thought you’d tell me I was overreacting again.”

“I would have,” Zuko admits. 

Sokka squeezes his hand. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting to protect you,” he says in a low tone. “And it’s not because—” Sokka stops and clears his throat. “It’s not because of what happened at the North Pole.” His eyes meet Zuko’s. “I really don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

All they can do is look into each other’s eyes, the details of their faces obscured by the relative darkness of the room but for the daylight creeping its way from behind the curtains. Sokka waits for Zuko to admonish him, to maybe tease him for being so soft, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Zuko shifts forward and puts his arms around Sokka’s waist, pulling into him tightly. He tucks his head into the space between his shoulder and his neck, so Sokka can feel his breath on his collarbone, and waits.

Finally, Sokka laughs lightly and hugs Zuko back, adjusting slightly to hold him fully in his arms. 

“I’m glad you were there,” Zuko finally says into his skin. He smells like leather and salt and himself. “I love you.”

Sokka pulls back to brush the hair out of Zuko’s eyes, and then kisses him once more. “Yeah, me too,” he says in a low tone.

Zuko gives him a soft smile, and shifts away. He grimaces at the pain in his head as he begins pulling the furs back and moves his legs over the side of the bed. He looks up to ask Sokka to help him find his robe, only to see a stern look on the younger man’s face. Zuko smiles hopefully.

Sokka pushes him back onto the bed. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, bewildered. 

Zuko almost looks offended. “We have a meeting with the Earth Kingdom dignitaries today.”

“Are you kidding? You just got whacked in the head,” Sokka cries. “Hard!”

Zuko winces at the volume of his voice. “They’ll be expecting us.”

“Uh, no, they won’t,” Sokka says, noticeably lowering his voice. He crosses his arms and grins at Zuko in a challenge. “I had your schedule cleared for the next two days.”

“What?” Zuko exclaims. “Why would you do that?”

Sokka shakes his head at him. “Zuko, a team of deadly assassins broke in and tried to kill you last night. You don’t think you might need a couple of days off?”

Zuko smiles at him in an attempt at assurance. “I’m fine,” he insists.

Sokka groans and gently pushes Zuko back down onto the pillows. “Did we not just have the same conversation?” he asks.

“That was different,” Zuko argues as a fur is pulled up to his chin.

Sokka hangs above him, his hands leaning into the mattress on either side of Zuko’s head. “Please,” he says, “will you just let me take care of you?”

Zuko stares up at the bright blue of Sokka’s eyes. At once, he is transfixed. All he can do is nod mutely, and Sokka gives him a relieved grin before pecking him on the lips. 

“Good,” he says, hauling himself back up to a standing position. He gestures to the door with his thumb. “Now I’m really going to go get the doctor.” He sets off.

Zuko’s hand steals out from under the covers and reaches for Sokka’s once more. He misses. “Wait,” he calls out.

Sokka watches him expectantly, his whole body turning and stilling to listen to Zuko. 

“Will you—” Zuko glances away. “Will you stay with me a little longer?”

He looks back to find a grin plastered on Sokka’s face, and his eyes crinkling affectionately. Sokka comes closer and pulls open the covers. 

“Of course,” he says simply.

And he climbs right into bed.

#zukka #sokka #zuko #zukka fanfic #atla #atla fanfic #my writing #ask #writing prompts

[reeeyachi]

hello ! :3 im dropping by your and sincerelysamedt's askbox to ask if u have any fluffy headcanons for killugon when theyre dating - cuz we talked about pre-relationship fluff but i need relationship fluff too aaahhhhhh

hiiii! of course i have ahhhhhh! saw this ask the minute i woke up and i love it because i can’t stop thinking about killugon dating the whole damn day! but i’m writing this while i overtime at work bcos i can’t hold it in any longer ;-;

ok the day (or night) they made it official, they’re flustered little beans that can’t wipe wide smiles off their faces. gon can’t contain his happiness he kept telling killua “i love you!“ while on the way home and not letting go of his hand. they hold hands so tight if either were an ordinary person their knuckles would break

gon kisses killua’s cheek before parting ways that night. he didn’t want to kiss him yet because he wanted it to be *special*. killua, on the other hand, wanted a kiss on the lips (damn it, gon!!), but ok he maybe some other time. he had to calm his freakin heart first from beating too fast

they wouldn’t be able to sleep. they’d keep talking all night and dawn

if they’re not talking, they’re thinking of each other. all the damn time. they would associate everything they own and see with each other. oh, a leaf *gon < 3*. oh, the clouds are pretty today *killua is prettier*

gon, for the life of him, just WON’T SHUT UP about how he loves killua. this boy sends “i love you i love you i love you” texts at random times of the day. killua LOVES it but he always replies with “yeah yeah i know idiot......... i love you too” killua’s i love yous are like a drug to gon. they feel like he rarely says it so when killua does say it, gon’s high -- so high he almost breaks his phone in his hands from giggling too much, or almost crumples killua into a tight hug

gon showers killua with kisses on every inch of his face ASIDE from his lips. doesn’t kiss killua on the lips YET. he keeps telling himself that he’s saving it for the *perfect moment* BUT IN FACT he’s a nervous little shit. gon feels like he would EXPLODE when he finally kisses killua on the lips. damn, just looking at him makes him want to melt. so... he doesnt yet. not yet not yet

KILLUA WILL BE THE ONE TO GO IN FOR THE FIRST KISS.

i picture it as something like this: walking home from their date, gon just won’t STOP saying “i love you” -- partly bcos gon loves seeing the color of killua’s cheeks when he tells him “i love you”, and partly bcos he likes to tease him. he says “say it back say it back say it back :D” killua would be like “no dumbass shut up” (teasingly) so gon keep saying it and mid-talking killua just smacks his lips onto his and says “that’ll shut you up idiot!” GON IS 1000% STUNNED he doesn’t move for SECONDS and killua will start to worry but then gon pulls him in for another kiss and stealing kisses will be their thing from then on

LOTS OF HUGS. holding hands will never be enough

RANDOM BITES. gon will bite killua’s arm, killua will bite gon’s shoulder, in between cuddling gon will bite killua’s cheek, killua will bite gon’s nose and ear FOR NO REASON OTHER THAN BECAUSE A KISS JUST ISN’T ENOUGH lmao

AND LASTLY (not the last in my head believe me i have tons of headcanons), they’d always look out for each other from the corners of their eyes, from across the room while they’re at a party, while eating. killua sees a crumb on gon’s cheek so he wipes it off with a thumb while gon’s busy talking to leorio over dinner. gon brushes away strands of hair from killua’s face while killua’s busy playing a videogame aksdfjdskfjkdslfj

look at me getting carried away lol like i said i have tons of these on my plate but this answer is already getting longer so i think i need to stop myself here HAHA thank you so much for sending this ask. i love it i love talking and thinking about killugon in a relationship because the there’s so much FLUFF potential and i really think that they’d make a really cute couple!

#i love it answering this made me smile ahhhhhhhh and giggle #i love killugon in a relationship #they are perfect for each other #sorry if it sounded all over the place i was typing nonstop #my thought go brrrr #killugon #killugon headcanon #hxh #hxh headcanons #telehxhtrash #ily for sending this ask i can't get over it!!

[propertyofwicked]

a-z of dating will schofield 

(ive kept blake alive bcos im not a monster, and he has sisters rather than daughters :) ) pls request more for me to write i am bored of my half term lol

a- argue 

both of you are fairly neutral people, so you rarely have arguments of significance. when you do however, the aftermath can last anywhere from a few hours to a few days - both of you too stubborn to admit your faults so resorting to silent treatment. the periods of silence ended when one of you couldn’t take it anymore, usually him. he would approach you when you were pre-occupied, take you in his arms and whisper an apology. if that didn’t work, he would begin telling bad jokes, refusing to let you go until you cracked even the smallest of smiles. 

b - body (his favourite body part of yours)

will loves your lips. on the one hand, he loves when your whole face lights up in laughter, or perks up with a smile. he loves seeing your lips curl up into a small grin whenever you see him across the street or when you share a look from across busy rooms. on the other hand, he loves how your lips fit perfectly with his. when you get intimate, he loves how they wrap around him and he loves when they fall open to let out the bliss sound of your moans.

c - care (how you care for each other when you’re sick)

when will is ill, he’ll pretend it’s nothing and continue working himself beyond his ability. it’s almost your job to make sure that when he’s ill, he remains in bed - or at least the house - in order for you to keep an eye on him and make sure he stays hydrated and well fed. when you’re ill, he will stay with you as much as he can. before he has to go to work, he’ll place a glass of water and medication next to your bed and put soup into a pot, ready for you to just heat it up when you needed it. when he comes home, he’ll come straight up to you and wrap you in his arms, peppering your face in kisses. he didn’t care if he too got ill - it just meant more time with you. 

d - dates (what do you guys do?) 

you and will weren’t a typically outgoing couple, whilst you both came from money and could afford to splash out - neither of you wanted to. you’d rather stay at home, curled up on a sofa, humming along softly to the murmurs of a record playing softly in the background. he’d play with the rings that adorned your fingers whilst he listened to you talk about anything that came to mind. you listened to him talk, sometimes he’d tell stories of his time in the war - maybe he’d recount something he’d seen or something that blake had told him in passing, he did love to tell stories after all. when you did go all out, it was to celebrate anniversaries or birthdays, and even then, it was a dinner and then a walk home, gazing at the stars. 

e - engagement (how he proposed)

it was on your 7 year anniversary, sometime in early 1922, and you go to a local restaurant to celebrate. something feels different though. as you walked in holding hands, his became clammy and throughout conversation at dinner, he stumbled over his words and found it hard to stay on one topic for more than 5 minutes at a time. on the walk home he takes you down a different street and says he “just wants to show you something”. without questioning him, you follow him and end up at the bench you first met. it wouldn’t be will, if he hadn’t planned out a long speech that built up to the final question but in his stress manage to forget it and resort to just going on one knee and smiling up at you, “i love you, will you marry me?”

f - friends and family (do they like you/him?)

his family adores you. his younger sisters loved to have someone to talk to and someone to braid their hair whilst their big brother was away at war. whilst he was away, his mother loved to have you other for dinner, desperate to have anything the remind her of her son. his dad and you weren’t massively close but there was an aspect of mutual respect. you had many mutual friends as you grew up in the same area, attending local schools and all of them were obviously delighted to see their two friends happy with each other. your parents adored him too, he was the son they never had whilst also being the best thing to walk into your life. 

g - gifts 

will loved to shower you in gifts. they were only little but they were something so deeply special to you. it was weekly flowers, that he’d buy on his way back from work, or maybe a punnet of cherries from the green grocers - he was whipped and you were equally. 

h - how you met

you met when you were 17 and he was 18 in 1915. your town had been holding a small travelling festival consisting of a circus and fun little game stalls. your friends had insisted you go, as it may be your only chance. they didn’t mention though, that whilst there they would be meeting their boyfriends - leaving you alone, wondering around admiring the lights. in your meandering, you bumped into the dusty blond who stood as good head above you. in doing so, you knocked the toffee apple out of his hand, and insisted on buying him a new one with the the remainder of the 10 bob your dad had given you on the way out. you spent the rest of the evening sat on a bench, talking about the stars that shon above until your friends turned up to take you home. 

i - intimacy (how often are yall getting down?)

despite his shy outer shell, william schofield was not afraid to show you loving almost every day. can’t sleep? hungry? need to go shopping? this man does not care. if you need anything, he’ll give it to you and god does he know how to work his way around that bedroom. 

j - jealousy

your’re both the jealous type, but not the type to make a public show about it. the pent out anger is usually taken out behind doors if you get what i mean ;) when will gets jealous, he makes sure you know by squeezing your hand harder or moving it over to graze the top of your thigh and he’d play with the ends of you hair. you’re more discreet about it, maybe getting a little argumentative with whoever is making you jealous. 

k - kinks

william schofield - king of praising. he loves to hear you call out his name as much as he likes to make you. if he could spend all day making you shake, he would. 

l - long distance

whilst will was away at war, things got hard. despite only being together 6 months when he left, it was like a piece of you had been torn away, and you spent every day praying for his safe return. but when he did come back on leave, it wasn’t the same as you knew he’d had to leave again and the risk of never seeing him again got more prevalent. sending letters was always hard, often he’d find the small marks where ink had bled from your tears, his heart shutting down to repress his own feelings. his letters went from happy to bland. no emotion, just vague descriptions of his days, his meals - nothing about him and how he was doing. so when the war did finally end and he came back to you, he returned to being the will you had grown to love. 

m - moving in

towards the beginning of the war, you had received a letter from will declaring how the moment he came home, he wanted to make a woman out of you. so when the war finally ended 4 years later, and he returned, the first thing you two did was go on the hunt for a smallish house. you opted to move more into the city as the jobs and travel was considerably better. living together was a dream, though you had to adjust to each others bad habits, and being young and living together meant you had the constant questionings as to when you would start a family of your own.

n - nights out

ofcourse, living in closer to the city provided you with better opportunities for nightlife. friday nights were dancing nights. you two, your friends and partners and whichever girl tom picked up that week would all stumble down to the dance hall and spend hours, drunk dancing to the likes of marrison harris, only to return home at early hours and pass out on the living room floor. 

o - open with each other

at the start of your relationship, will and you were very open with each other, discussing your boundaries and respecting them as such. you would talk about everything, from friends to family to school. but after the war, will became a closed door - refusing to talk about anything that happened whilst he was away, you respected this but wished he’d open up the slightest, just to be able to connect to him in anyway. after a few months, he became the same man he was before he left, just more mature - a look that really suited him. in his months of silence, you opted to fill this by just talking non stop, anything the provoke a reaction. and you’ll never forget when he had not said a word for 3 days after returning and whispered a quick “i love you” as you fell asleep that night. 

p - pda

neither of you were big on over-the-top pda, choosing to just hold hands or accept slight pecks. affection was saved for a private environment around only each other or very close friends. although in crowded areas, will would stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you securely. 

q - questions (what you talk about late at night)

it’s 3am, you can’t sleep, so you roll over and stare will in the face until one eye peaks open. 

“yeah?” he mumbles sleepily.

“do you love me?”

“mhm”

“no say it”

“i love you, now go to sleep, it’s 3am”

r - reproduction (do you want kids?)

you’ve always wanted kids, knowing that you grew up mostly alone as a single child. will had also wanted children until he saw what war could do to a child. he feared that he would be putting a potential son at risk by just simply creating him. it took a lot of convincing to retrieve will from the mindset he had fallen trap to, but he eventually did come around to the idea of having his own little family to protect. 

s - surprising (what surprised you about him)

he was really bold when you got to know him well enough. on the surface and to people who had not spoken to him, will seemed like a quiet but wise soul. one getting to know him, anyone could realise that he had the sense of humour of a champ and was really outgoing. often, being around tom brought this out in him, challenging to ridiculous games of drunk darts in a dingy pub.

t - together (what you do together)

you just vibe together. sometimes you cook together, other times you sing or you dance along with the wireless - him twirling you around the kitchen was a favourite of his. sometimes you’d read together or to each other and other times you’d go out dancing till early hours of the morning.

u - under the influence (drunk vibes)

will and tom were hell to reckon with alone, but when alcohol was thrown into the mix it became a harder battle. you’d opted out of going out one night after a long, tiresome day. this led you to be left to deal with two fully grown men, giggling like school girls in your living room at 2am. will refused to sleep till he had gotten a kiss and tom refused until he was tucked into to bed and sang a nursery rhyme. but quite frankly you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

v - vacations

at it was only the 1920′s, you guys tended not to go abroad. instead you travelled the country, hiking in the peak district and swimming in the sea at cornwall.

w - wedding

you had a small wedding service, attended by family and close friends - and it was absolutely perfect. the service was followed by an evening of dancing and drinking alongside the people you loved most. 

x - xray (when he’s hurt)

it was almost impossible for a man to return from war unharmed, which left will with a weak left hand from a bad experience with barbed wired and then the carcus of a man. some days, it would get so bad, that he was unable to lift a glass in that hand, and on the days, you’d remind him that you were there to help whenever he needed it. whether that meant giving him medication or ringing a doctor, he was constantly reminded of the love you had for him. 

y - you (a random headcannon)

will had left early that morning, saying he’d be home late and not to wait up. you didn’t question it, as often he would travel for his job or go for drinks with tom. for some reason that night you couldn’t sleep without him, so took out his shirt and held it close to you, managing to fall asleep comforted by the smell of him. what a sight that was, for him to walk in a few hours later and find you curled up with his shirt. he had never been more in love with you than at this precise moment. 

z - zzzzzzzz’s (sleeping routine)

you’d be in bed first most nights, after bathing away that days dirt. will would emerge at the bedroom door half an hour later, in just a towel, to gaze at you absorbed into a book and oblivious to his presence. he’d put on his pyjamas and climb in next to you, his arm find his way under your back. this way he was able to pull you in and rest your head on his chest. he’d press a kiss to the top of your head, then tilt your chin up to connect your lips together in a sweet kiss. 

#1917 #george mackay #dean charles chapman #tom blake #will schofield #will schofield x reader #will schofield imagine #sam mendes #tom blake x reader #tom blake imagine #george mackay x reader #george mackay imagine #a-z #this is shit im so sorry ahaha

[criminally--reid]

Go Home, Spencer

Warnings: er smut? Fingering, unprotected sex, dirty talk, yaknow; also not rlly edited n kinda rushed but like whatever :/

Pairing: spencer reid x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k (1,268)

(authors note at the end if ur down I guess. kinda important i guess i dunno)

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“Mmmh, j-jesus fuck! Nnng so- fuck! So  fucking good. Holy shit-” 

Buzz Buzz Buzz 

An incoming phone call interrupts you. You pause your video and answer the call from Morgan telling you to check on Reid. He hadn’t been quite the same since he went through everything with the last couple cases. You slip on a t-shirt and shorts and hop in your car to head to the office. 

“Everything okay, Spence?” He’s in the meeting room, whiteboards covered in chicken scratch, cork boards covered in pictures upon pictures of crime scene photos. 

 “No.. No it’s not okay. I- I- I don’t understand how I didn’t see it-” 

“Wha- what are you talking about?” 

He runs his hands up his face and into his hair as he storms off to the break room; me hot on his trail. 

“I can’t believe I had the initial profile wrong. I was so certain I knew, but he killed again. I thought I had it right; thought I knew.” 

“Spence, we caught the guy. It’s over-" 

"We could have caught him sooner." 

"Spence, it's done. It’s friday. You can go home. For once, stop profiling and enjoy yourself.” 

“I can’t just stop profiling. It’s what I do all day, everyday. I’d have to turn my brain off to quit. Like right now, you’re eager to get home. Not to someone, but something. You’re a bit fidgety. radiating an insane amount of body heat. I’m guessing you were watching porn before Morgan called-” 

“I didn’t ask you to start profiling me, Spencer, and how’d you know Morgan called?” 

“Merely observation…and Derek’s always the one that calls.” he continues, stepping closer. 

“Spence-” 

“You told me to enjoy myself... I’m about to.” He steps even closer so his front is flush with mine. I have trouble meeting his stern gaze until he places two fingers under yourchin, forcing eye contact. “Tell me, Y/N, was I right?” I nod yourhead and look away. “Not talking now are we? Words.” 

“Yeah, Spence, you're right.” 

A grim smile creeps across his face accompanied by an almost sarcastic laugh; a mix between a scoff and a chuckle. “Spence? Seriously. I put so much effort and time; blood, sweat, and tears into earning a doctorate for everyone to call me Spence? Or spencer? Reid? No one respects my title, huh. I go above and beyond so I get the doctor respect, but still nothing.” 

“I- no- of course we do. This team would be nothing without you. We- we know how hard you work, Spen-" 

“Turn around.” you do as he says, turning around and gripping the edge of the large wooden table that sits in the middle of the room. He runs his hands up you back and around your neck, pulling your ear closer to his mouth. “What was it about?” 

“Wha-” 

“The video. What was it about?” 

“Uh- i-it was, uhm, a- a boss and his uh employee..” 

Spencer lets out a sinister yet somehow innocent laugh. “That excites you? You dirty girl. Is that something you think about a lot? Fucking whoever’s in charge of you at work?” You hesitate before slowly nodding your head. “I hope a co-worker can fulfill your fantasies.” He snakes his opposite hand down to plant a firm slap on your ass, eliciting a moan from your chapstick-coated lips. 

He unwraveles his arm from around you and drops down to his knees behind you; taking your shorts down with him, revealing that you have no underwear on. 

“No panties…” he whispers almost to himself. Excitement swells inside you as well as on the surface of your skin as he peppers open-mouthed kisses all over the back of your thighs, getting everso closer to your heat. He pries your legs open, and you let out slow, deep, shaky breaths in response. They soon become shallow - almost nonexistent - as he slip stwo fingers inside you. “So wet,” he snickers. He quickens his pace with each thrust, and you're a mess in no time. 

“S-spencer,” you choke out. 

Another harsh slap on your ass. “Who?”

“Dr. Reid.. please..” 

“Please what?” He quickens his fingers, rendering you almost speechless. 

“Fu-fuck me, Dr. Reid, please.’’ 

Immediately, he stops in his tracks and removes his fingers; an empty feeling washing over you. He stands up, his front flush with yourback and you can feel his bulge pressing up against your thigh, through his pants. “Open,” he says, and you part your lips allowing his fingers to dance inside, coating your tongue with your own juices. 

“Good girl.” 

You hear the sound of him undoing his belt followed by his suit pants hitting the floor. You spread your legs slightly, more than ready for him. The tip of his length makes contact with your slick folds and your insides tighten up automatically. “S- Doctor, please.” 

“As you wish.” 

He slips inside easily, and you feel full once again. He goes agonizingly slow; torturing you. Slow, long strokes, filling you to your hilt; then all the way out and back in again.

“Doctor Reid, faster, plea- ohmygod!”   

“Shti! So fucking tight.” 

The sound of his thighs hitting the back of your slick ones fills and echoes through the room. A harsh slap on your ass followed by a squeal adds to the audible pleasure. He removes his hands from your hips to tangle one into your hair and the other one snaking around your front to rub hellish circles on your clit. You collapse onto the table - putty in his hands; an absolute moaning mess. The knot that began before you got there returning full-force, threatening to unwind. You clench around his length, trying to hold back your orgasm and relish in the immense pleasure. But all too soon, the floodgates are threatening to open; aching for release. 

“Mmh- you gonna cum for me?” Spencer breathes out from behind you, his pace ruthless and steady. 

“Mmfuck, Spence- yes.” 

His grip tightens in your hair, and he pulls your head back - ear level with his mouth as he lowly taunts, “How do we ask nicely?” 

“Doctor Reid,, plea- fuck! Please.. Can I cum, please?- S-so fucking good. Spencer... please?” 

“Cum,” he whispers in yourear; sending shivers down your spine. Almost instinctively, you clench around him and your juices explode. An uncontrollable, high-pitched cry leaving your mouth as anticipation finally reached its apex. 

A few more strokes and Spencer pulls out and finishes on yourlower back, leaving you with an aching empty feeling once again. His hands falling on either side of you holding him up. Both of us panting like race dogs. He stands up - putting some space between you and him - allowing you to turn around and admire the sight in front of you: A wild Spencer, glistening with post-sex sweat, dressed in nothing but a haphazardly buttoned beige button-up, running his fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. 

You both hurry to throw your clothes back on. 

“So…” Spencer starts.

“That was.. -” 

“Yeah, it was.” Spencer attempts to sputter out a sentence, and you both laugh at his failure.

“Listen, I- uh.. Okay,” you laugh. “Go home, pretty boy. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, and don’t even think about this place until Monday.”

He stands in front of you once again, your back up against the table, his hands lightly resting on your sides. “I think I’ve had enough fun in the last hour to last you the rest of the weekend. Given that, I’m obligated to come back tomorrow.” 

“Jesus Christ, Reid.” you chuckle, and he joins in.

“Fine. Monday.” He places a kiss to your forehead, grabs his cross-body bag, and heads to the door. A quick wink, and he’s out of yoursight all too soon. 

“Monday,” you whisper lowly to yourself, and smile like a total loon all the way back to your car. 

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a.n.: ok so like this isn't rlly edited but whatever I already said that akajak

the thing is, I have a few more of these already written (that I should actually prob look over n edit). But I cant decide if I should try harder to make them a series or not. The story lines VAGUELY run together, but like I references different seasons of spencer?? like does that matter ?? or? Maybe it could just be like an analogous series bcos the plots kinda make sense individually.. eye dunno bbies,, gimme ur opinion if ur reading this :)

Also,, lemme know ur opinion on the spacing. I feel like this.is too far apart, but i feel like if i dont double space or whatever, the words will get jumbled up and it'll be harder to read? It is for me at least.. lemme know what yall prefer

Ok so I made the spacing smaller. I feel like it's hard to read but maybe I'm just an idiot:/ lemme know uwu

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otp tag.

tagged by @masonsfreckles​​ and @impossible-rat-babies​​ and like definitely also someone else but my activity is super clogged up so i cant find who I’m Sorry 🥺 but thank u remus and owen mwah tagging: @denerims​​ @arlathen​​ @lvllns​​ @trvelyans​​ @lavellane​​ @chuckhansen​​ @rosebarsoap​​​ @cheydinhaal​​ @darksprawn​​ @deepspeech​​ @yennefre​​ and anyone else who wants to do it tbh

DISAGREEMENTS.

who is more likely to raise their voice?

i mean both, probably? they’re both very passionate people

who threatens to leave but never actually does?

i’ll hesitantly say june but i dont think they’d reach that point

who actually keeps their word and leaves?

neither lmao

who trashes the house?

in day-to-day life, june; she’s very messy. in fights? neither bcos that’s messed up. the Most that’ll happen is adam cracking a piece of furniture in his fist by accident

do either of them get physical?

uhhh they’ll spar from time to time, but outside of that, never

how often do they argue/disagree?

in the beginning?? all the fucking time. every day. they butt heads like they were made to do it. further in, they argue much less, especially once june’s proved adam’s whole “humans are weak!!!” thing wrong

who is the first to apologize?

adam gets bullied into it by nate sometimes. june won’t apologise unless she’s absolutely certain she’s in the wrong, but it does happen. so i guess it depends on the argument

SEX.

who is on top? who is on bottom?

i hate applying the top/bottom thing to m/f ships but adam’s A Top i guess. june is 100% a bottom. but when it comes to actual positioning they’ll change; adam likes missionary a lot, but june likes sitting in his lap and riding him, so

any kinks?

adam is lowkey lowkey very lowkey into orgasm control/denial im calling it. he just likes taking control, but not in an explicit bdsm sense??? june’s into dirty talk and does have a praise kink. she has to coax adam into talking in the beginning but when he gets into the swing of things he loves it

june used to be into getting tied up, but the whole murphy situation kinda fucked that for her

who has the strangest desires?

june probably wins this just purely based on the fact that she wants adam to bite her lmao. he would find that strange. but he would also be into it so

who’s dominant in bed?

adam !!! again not in the traditional like bdsm dominant sense but he takes charge of things

is head ever in the equation?

uhhh, yeah ??? all the time

if so, who is better at performing it?

look. june is very good. she is. but adam has 900 years on her and also more enthusiasm / touch starvation / desperation. adam is a pussy eating KING

ever had sex in public?

the most public they’ve gotten is fucking in the tech lab at the warehouse, that’s it

who moans the most?

both moan, but june’s louder. she’s freer ??? with it ??? but adam grunts and gasps and pants a lot, and when he’s abt to come he’ll groan out her name or a french curse so

who leaves the most marks?

june’s the one that goes out of her way to make marks, just bcos shes a lil sad they fade so quickly. adam leaves the most just bcos june doesn’t heal in the same way

who is the more experienced of the two?

adam might be 900 years old but we all know he’s not had many relationships. june’s more experienced bcos she has one-night stands in college before her and bobby got together

do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

im so sorry but if u look at adam du mortain and think that he doesn’t make love 99% of the time, ur wrong. but sometimes they do get super passionate / desperate for each other, and then they’ll fuck

how long do they usually last?

in the beginning adam lasts like 2 seconds, no joke. that man sees even a hint of june’s coochie and he busts a nut. but further in he can last longer. unless june is being a shit and deliberately trying to get him to come, which she does do

rough or soft?

soft for the most part. if it ever is rough it’s like..... more bcos it’s intense, passionate, less bcos either of them is trying to make it rough. june has some sexual trauma too so really rough sex, like w choking for example, is out of the question (not that i think adam is into choking anyway)

is protection used?

it should be, and when they remember to they do use it. but also they forget a lot shdkshdkd does june look like the type of person to get pregnant on purpose??

does it ever get boring?

nah they keep it fresh. plus they love each other so much it’s just always so good to have each other ???? like after So Long Pining it’s just good idk bro shdjsjdk

where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

idk probably the tech lab like i said above ??? i dont think they fuck in many weird places — not bcos i dont think june would be into it, but more bcos i figure if they ever start getting freaky adam gets them into a bed / somewhere private STAT

FAMILY.

do they plan on having children / do they have children?

yeah they vaguely want them in the future i guess. adam thinks abt june having his baby and has to lie down he 🥺 so hard

if so, how many children do they want/have?

their first kid — emma — is an accident born like a year after they get married, and then oliver comes along a year after that because june always said she didn’t want only one kid. she remembered how lonely she was as a kid :(((

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle?

both of them !!! adam is touch-starved and june is starved for affection !!! they cuddle all the time

who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

june 100% no question. WHORE. adam is so done with her but he does always drag her off somewhere to Ravish her so rly who’s winning here

who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

shdkshdkskd both of them. june slightly more so tho

how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

uhhh i dont think it’s rly a matter of one getting uncomfortable, bcos they do love it. probably it’s just as long as they can hold out before 1) june has to pee, or 2) adam resolves to be productive

what is their favourite non-sexual activity?

adam would never admit it but he loves watching movies with june purely bcos she gets so cuddly and ALSO she gets so into them. she’s the type of person to yell at the screen and ask questions all the time. sometimes they’ll compete to see who can work out the plot / twist / mystery of a film first 

where is their favourite place to cuddle?

in bed !!!!! adam loves having her whole body pressed up against him, all small and soft and smelling like june, and june loves how he tucks her into his chest and makes her feel so safe and warm

SLEEPING.

who snores?

ahskhkdja june !!!

if both do, who snores the loudest?

adam doesn’t snore so june. but she doesn’t do it that loudly

do they share a bed or sleep separately?

they share a bed !!!! it’s adam’s way of making sure june does actually go to bed, for one, but also he doesn’t like to sleep without her

if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

cozy up together !!!!! adam’ll kiss her hair and tuck her head under his chin, and june’ll wrap her arms around his torso and kiss the hollow of his throat

what do they wear to bed?

june wears raggedy old band tees or oversized hoodies, boxer shorts, lots of comfy clothes. flannel pyjama trousers. sometimes she’ll sleep in adam’s shirts bcos they smell like him and she likes that, but when she does sleep in adam’s shirts they uhhh haha dont sleep for a while ;)))

are either of them insomniacs?

june is !!! i think around book 4, maybe 5, someone’s gonna talk her into seeing someone abt it — because she really doesn’t sleep a healthy amount, i’m talking 5-8 hours a week — and she’ll start taking sleeping pills, but for now she just drinks a fuckload of coffee and keeps herself busy.

adam’s not rly an insomniac per se, but he doesn’t sleep as much as humans do, obviously

can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

later in the series, yeah. i could see her being put on quetiapine bcos that’s what im on and that shit works

do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

wrap their limbs around each other !!!! june’s like a cuddly octopus shdksjdl but adam loves it, honestly. he’ll often wrap his arms around her and put on of his hands up her shirt, over her spine, so he can have some nice skin-on-skin contact. yknow....... as a treat

who wakes up with bed hair?

both !!!! june’s is probably a bit worse bcos it’s longer ????

who wakes up first?

eh, depends. i’d say adam, bcos he’s More Responsible, but june really doesn’t sleep much, so it could go either way

who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

neither ??? june doesn’t cook and adam’s not a good cook

what is their favourite sleeping position?

either adam on his back with june tucked into his chest, his arms around her, or both of them on their sides and adam spooning june. they love em !!!!

do they set an alarm each night?

they do. june has broken multiple alarm clocks, tho, so make of that what u will

who has nightmares?

both :((( june’s are more frequent, i think

can a television be found in their bedroom?

nah. adam wouldn’t want one, and june watches everything on her laptop

who has ridiculous dreams?

probably june. she’ll sleepily recount them to adam the next morning in bed and he’ll either hm? into her neck to show he’s listening or huff a laugh against her skin

who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

june. adam has learned to accept this fact about her. usually he’ll just position her so that they’re both comfier when she does it, but he has been woken by her elbowing his side before

who makes the bed?

adam. june cba with that shit. she’s just gonna get back in it anyways !!!!

what time is bed time?

adam pushes june to go to bed by 11. sorry u gotta take care of ur stupid energiser bunny girlfriend, buddy

any routines/rituals before bed?

eh nothing in particular i dont think ??? nothing out of the standard brush teeth / clean face / get into pjs thing anyway

who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

june is the GRUMPIEST. she’s not a morning person in the slightest

WORK.

who is the busiest?

hmmmmm. they’re both probably equally busy ??? i mean adam’s the head of the unit so he probs has work he has to do, but then june’s basically the head of the department bcos the captain’s never around, so she has a lot of work. and she has to balance that work with the agency. maybe june’s slightly busier ???

who rakes in the highest income?

eh they’re probs around the same ???

are any of them unemployed?

nope

who takes the most sick days?

june bcos adam doesn’t get sick. also sometimes she just wants A Personal Day and / or is hungover

what are their jobs?

he’s a commanding agent, she’s a liaison and also police detective

who sucks up to their boss?

haha adam’s technically june’s boss and she loves to suck badum tss

who is more likely to turn up late to work?

june shdjshdk girl is Bad at time management. sometimes tho they’ll both be late bcos a morning fuck went on too long. june is very smug on these days

who stresses the most?

uhhh both stress a lot ?? june has anxiety. but adam also is constantly on edge so ????

do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

yeah they enjoy them i guess. adam definitely enjoys his. june is..... complicated. she doesn’t trust the agency and she doesn’t rly wanna be a cop, but she doesn’t know what else she could do so ???

are they financially stable?

yeah for the most part. the agency has good salaries

HOME.

who does the washing?

i think maybe june does it more often just bcos as a human she....... probably ???? goes through more clothes ??? that makes sense to me ??? idk hsdk

who takes out the trash?

adam, usually. especially if it’s dark; june ain’t going nowhere at night

who does the ironing?

again, adam. just bcos he’s more likely to have clothes that need ironing. june has never touched an iron in her life

who does the cooking?

i mean june is notorious for not cooking but rather ordering takeout, so...... i mean i dont think adam is a bad cook but he can rly only cook rly bland, simple meals, and he obviously doesnt need to eat so. i guess if it’s one of them it’s june

who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

yeah june sdhskdhksdk she just has a very short attention span bro idk what to tell u

who is messier?

yep june no question. adam’s a lil bit of a neat freak im calling it

who leaves the toilet roll empty?

neither

who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

yeah june. sometimes adam if he’s had a long day tho. or like if theyre getting Freaky and leaving clothes everywhere. but in general, june’s more likely

who forgets to flush the toilet?

ew gross people do that ?? neither

who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

june shdjjsjdk

who answers the telephone?

uhh both ig ?? but they don’t have like a landline or anything they only have their cells

who mows the lawn?

adam, but only once they’ve moved out of june’s apartment after having the kids. june’s got a black thumb bro she’s not allowed near the garden on nate’s orders

who does the vacuuming?

both !!! they take turns

who does the groceries?

june 100% and she always ends up getting shit that wasn’t on the list shdjskdk. sometimes they’ll do it together tho

who takes the longest to shower?

uhhhh i mean. i think they shower together quite a lot so ???? both ???

who spends the most time in the bathroom?

like getting ready ???? uhh depends. if june’s doing makeup, her, but she doesn’t do it often

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem?

nahhh the agency pays them well

how many cars do they own?

originally only june’s shitty little hatchback, but when the kids are born they get a second one. probably it is very pretty and fancy and expensive, because adam

what’s their song?

either dermot kennedy’s power over me, or fortress by bear’s den. like, seriously, look up the lyrics; they’re the ULTIMATE adamjune songs

do they live in the city or in the country?

does wayhaven count as a city, even if it’s like... a small town ??? idk

do they own their home or do they rent?

june’s renting her apartment currently, but when ollie and emma are born, they buy a place at the edge of town

do they enjoy their surroundings?

eh. neither of them are especially fond of wayhaven, but i think maybe it grows on them over time ??? june definitely in her current point in canon is only there bcos she doesn’t know where else to go

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

Yearn like fools. they miss each other shdjshdk they’ll call each other if adam is ever sent out on an assignment away from town or june has to take some kinda business trip. theyre always super happy to be reunited

where did they first meet?

at an abandoned warehouse in book 1. june shot him. it was great

who spends the most money when out shopping?

uhhhhhh bro i genuinely don’t know ??? adam and june both have terrible taste in clothes; he walks around in cargo pants half the time and she’s never not in something oversized and baggy and possibly falling apart ???

ig june spends a lot on technology ??? and on food ????

who’s more likely to flash their assets?

ok i mean adam has already in canon gotten shirtless and flashed his assets at june while convinced he feels nothing for her so. him. he’s a show-off we all know this

any mental issues?

yeah lmao. june already had ptsd before canon from being assaulted in college, and now it’s just worse bcos of everything with murphy and shit. she also has depression, because obviously, and anxiety. also adhd if that counts ??? it probably counts

i think adam’s got some ptsd too from that Terrible Fiery Scene Of Death we saw in the mirror from his past, and probably that’s compounded by experiences since he became a vampire too ??? possibly some depression as well just bcos i’m now considering his whole ‘numb for years’ thing and how that overlaps with depression ?? :/// idk

who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

adam doesn’t trip often but when he does june howls with laughter. usually if he’s tripping it’s bcos she’s done something Very Distracting. one time she took her shirt off in their living room when he wasnt expecting it and he walked into a wall

when june trips (which she often does) adam will sorta snort very quietly or his lips will twitch but he’ll always stabilise her quickly

who’s terrified of bugs?

yep june 100%

who kills the spiders around the house?

shsjdhskdjk ADAM. “june, it’s just an insect.” “um, untrue, it’s an arachnid, those are different fucking things—” “it’s miniscule. even more so than you are.” “okay, ha, ha, very funny, please kill it, adam i’m serious, kill it, it has eight legs, it’s waiting to murder me, fucking kill it!” “i’m killing it, calm down.”

do they have any fears for their future?

yeah. june’s worried she’s gonna get totally murdered lmao bcos odds are someone’s gonna try again. adam is also terrified abt this distinct possibility. he’s also scared that, like... she’ll live ??? as in ??? she won’t ever turn, she’ll stay mortal her whole life, and after waiting 900 years for her, he’ll only get a few decades with her before she dies.

that’s like not gonna happen she absolutely becomes a vampire after emma and ollie are born but still. he’s dramatic

their favourite place?

the warehouse, probably ??? it’s safe and secure and it’s comfortable ??? or else june’s apartment. i think june prefers her apartment just slightly

who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

adam ??? but it’s more likely that they’d go out to a fancy dinner, rather than him cook one

who pays the bills?

they split them

who’s the tallest?

sndjhskdjkd adam. june hates and loves this fact in equal measure. adam is very smug abt how teeny tiny his girlfriend is shdkshdk he finds it very funny. also very sweet he loves it

who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

both, honestly. theyre bad at keeping their hands off each other once they’re together. maybe june is ever so slightly more likely ?? idk

who wanders around in their underwear?

both. adam likes to distract june w his abs bro what can i say. june just is most comfortable walking around in a sports bra and briefs

who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

june !!! and she’ll lean into his face and sing right at him with this big dumb grin too. adam will refuse to make eye contact but he’ll have this tiny lil smile on his face

what do they tease each other about?

everything. june roasts adam on the daily. adam will very dryly retort back every time. they were made for each other im telling u. 

june will sometimes bring up his whole humans are weak thing at the most ridiculous times. like, adam tries to get her to get out of bed in the morning and she’ll groan and start lamenting how weak and fragile she is, she couldn’t possibly get out of bed in this state, adam, i have glass bones and paper skin, don’t u love me ????

adam’s teasing is just dryly taking the piss out of dumb shit she says. she’ll talk abt a fight she had with someone and say she went “wa-pow!” when she hit them and he’ll just deadpan repeat, “wa-pow.” his face totally straight. i wuv themm

who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

i mean neither they both have bad fashion taste. but also june hates the fucking cargo pants bruh

who crushed first?

adam did shdkshdk even if he didn’t realise. june didn’t figure out she liked him until the time between book 1 and book 2, because she missed him and she couldn’t figure out why

any alcohol or substance related problems?

uhhh no not rly. june has a history of using recreational drugs but that was in college and she doesn’t touch most of that shit these days

who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

june probably shdjshdk she’ll have a girl’s night with farah, morgan, and tina, and just come home absolutely fucking twatted. adam always tucks her in

who swears the most?

yeah june. she swears in every other word. the first time she made adam curse is burned into her brain seriously she takes such pride in it

#bruh this meme is so fucking long i gotta go lie down ashsjdghjsjdk #as always im sorry if i forgot someone !!!! i do that a lot #pls do it anyway and say i tagged u #tag games #ch: june lovelace

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all the hearts for flashspruce, timbertwi and sciflash do them ALL OR DIE jk jk ly rasa 😚😌💝💞💓💗💘💖💕

god maisa i hate you for this THIS IS GONNA BE SO LONG 😭😭😭

but 😔 . let's get this bread 🍞

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FLASHSPRUCE

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

both of them are, ofc. they're literally attatched by the fkn HIP. but flash does tend to be MORE affectionate in private when it comes to timber, yk, just so only them two can savour it

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

FLASH. anything romantic and it's flash. secretly, i'd say both of them. flash is romantic in general but timber likes bringing him gifts and stuff (and being on the receiving ends of his boyfriend's romantic shit AKDKS)

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine's day?

flash, oh my god. he'd book a high-end date spot just for the two of them, he'd cook the dinner, he'd set the music, the decorations, tHE BED— ahem. anyway, timber sugar baby

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

timber, likes slipping his hand into flash's at random times and loves the reaction he gets out of his boyfriend 🥺

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

BOTH. they show off each other SO much, everyone is Tired.

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

timber. the baby fell fast for flash. but can you blame him?

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

flash. he loves getting people gifts that actually matter while making sure the price is good (like not too cheap, not overly expensive, etc). and bub likes to overthink a lot so yeah AKDMS

💓: who initiates most physical contact?

both, is that even a question?

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

oh gosh, they both would. they're so DORKY and cute and they both KNOW it, so they utilise it to the best they can.

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

timber. he loves astrology ever since that night of learning it for his date with twi. flash doesn't really care but can be interested when timber acts all adorable about it.

💙: who is more protective?

timber. TIMBER. the baby gets pouty when he's jealous and clings onto flash more. but at parties, he's protective when people Don't Realise flash is taken.

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

timber gets sick more often bcos of camp work. he's a boundary pusher, he won't stop working until he actually can't walk from how sick he is. flash loves taking care of his baby so he's pretty good at it.

💜: who said "i love you" first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

flash would. he'd say either saranghae or je t'aime instead, bcos he feels it's more meaningful to him to say it in either of his mother tongues.

💛: who believes in soulmates?

do you know me . flashspruce soulmates.

but seriously they both believe in soulmates but they believe it even more when they find each other.

TIMBERTWI

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

timber in public, obviously??? he can't keep his hands to himself. twilight in private bcos ofc, she's shyer.

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

timber. roses, dinners, what have you. but twi, again, a private and shy person and likes only him seeing what she has in store

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine's day?

twilight actually. book a high-end restaurant with expensive food and timber feels like he's being spoilt.

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

timber just slidding his hand into hers during long lines at funfairs and twi gets goosebumps from it every time

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

timber. he loves showing off his smartass, cuteass, nerdy girlfriend

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

hmmmm. legend of everfree can answer that for you 🥴

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

sci twi, why is this even a question. girl is the Queen of overthinking

💓: who initiates most physical contact?

timber, again, homeboy can't keep his hands off

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

TIMBERRRRR. sci twi just goes "whyyyyy would you do thissss" but still sends a bunch of hearts back

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

you kidding me??? both of them??? have you seen star crossed???

💙: who is more protective?

twi. she knows her boyfriend is hot. she's not about to have anyone attempt SHIT

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

sci twi due to the fact SHE OVERWORKS HERSELF . timber has to deal with a very cranky twi but he loves her anyway and is good at making her laugh while she's grumpy

💜: who said "i love you" first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

timber, he feels the need to say it when twi's doubting herself, it slips out but he doesn't regret saying it

💛: who believes in soulmates?

timber???? he has a thing for fate

SCIFLASH

ive answered some of these in choco's ask !! they elaborate more in them, i just simplified them here

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private?

flaaaaash. loves giving her hugs and forehead kisses and neck kisses. twilight in private bcos she can get away with more 😌

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly?

flash. he likes being romantic out in the open (but not too extravagant), like cheesy shit to make twi laugh, etc 🥺 twi in secret !

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine's day?

they'd take it in turns! tho for their first valentine's, they both booked the same place at the same time and prepared different shit (thanks to rarity, my GIRL) and then ever since then, they took it in turns!

im gonna write a oneshot about this, just WAIT

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public?

flash, he likes twi's hand in his so he sneaks it in when they're waiting in line at a store or are taking a walk in the park. he always starts from twi's arm to not scare her and then slips his fingers with hers 🥺🥺

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people?

someone: h—

flash: oh do you know twi? this amazing, smart, gorgeous, pretty, dorky girl right here? yeah she's wonderful and i love her so much, in this essay i will—

💘: who developed a crush on the other first?

both around the same time! but they're oblivious so 😔

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other?

both, since they're overthinking Masters. they both end up giving e/o expensive but meaningful gifts and yeee

💓: who initiates most physical contact?

FLASH.

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other?

flash!! he'd send them every now and then and twi turns into a giggly mess

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities?

SCI TWIIIII

💙: who is more protective?

sci twi

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other?

twi from studying too much :(( flash tries to make sure the girl gets enough sleep and food but there are times she forgets due to work. flash drives up immediately when shining armour calls and is prepared to take care of her

💜: who said "i love you" first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first?

flash. he'd mumble it when thinking twi is asleep but then goes O.O when she turns around and grabs him by the neck, pulling him into a tight hug

💛: who believes in soulmates?

flash! and soon, twi does too ☺️

———

OKAY WELL THAT TOOK HALF AN HOUR . hope you enjoyed this !! 🥺🥺💜💙💚

#💙💚 #💚💜 #💜💙 #flash sentry #timber spruce #sci twi #flashspruce #timbertwi #sciflash #equestria girls #ask tag #ask game #im so tired but this was worth it

[hoseoksactualass]

[5:37 p.m.] fuck buddies and instagram husbands

hello babes,, im posting this again bcos tumblr has prOBLEMS w it like it won’t open on my masterlist erhrbwbc and the tagging system was shit around the time i posted it :(((((

"Lift your foot higher."

You might stomp on his Canon AE-1. It's not one of the Big Boys, but it's the beginner's film camera. One you could find at the nearest appliance store Jungkook would step his Doc Martens on, because he was and is that streetwear e-boy wannabe. And succesfully.

" - hands in your pockets, maybe, if you could - yeah - cool," he crouched, very unflattering for the tightening joggers he was wearing. But you could see the healthy roots of his hair. Straight. Looked like it smelled good.

"Kook, my leg's starting to - "

"One. Second. Your face - good - aaand - done," he dropped his bum on the floor just as you dropped your leg. And then he's silent and pouting at the viewfinder like nothing was to his heart's content.

"What's cooking?," you crouch next to him. Now, you feel bijou next to him, all soft and putty, because he has the scent of baby lotion.

"Having these developed and scanned for your Instagram is tiring."

You scoff. "But you like taking pictures, right?"

The way you tilted your head didn't go unnoticed, but he was good at hiding how it made him feel. Except for his cheeks. For all he knew, the way you said taking pictures was growing on him, and you could see it on the red of his apples.

"'course."

"I don't need them on Insta. I just need them on your camera," you smile.

He looks at you. Baffled like he didn't want them on his AE-1, his film-making-obsession start. Like he wasn't trying not to look at the stupid necklace he gave you dangling around your neck. "You just want them to... sit here?", he raises a brow.

"Yeah, duh," you snorted, sitting yourself down. " - for when you miss me or something."

It's not like you haven't fucked. It was just that that was growing on him, too. But he laughed like it wasn't true. Your shirt was huge, collar hanging dangerously low on your chest. It gave Jungkook butterflies, but he couldn't comprehend it.

"And it's essential, right? You can use me for studying lighting and shadow, and... ," your voice faltered. It was hard to maintain the confident, playfully stuck-up facade you had if he was looking at you that intently. Doe eyes and slightly parted mouth and everything Jungkook. Like he was hearing you out. All for the idea that you were offering something else other than your body. Now, it was something he loved loved. For all you knew, he could use a fucking vase for lighting and shadow - one Namjoon found cute in Malta, or something, but you. You were a good idea. "Earth to Jungkook?"

"Uhuh."

"You okay?"

He cleared his throat, shaking his head. "Yeah - just - thinking, I guess."

"Uhuh."

"Back against the wall," he said, then he was behind the camera again, and you were scooting your ass back. "Maybe lose the shoes."

"Ooh, bossy. And you're the one complaining about developing and scanning," you chuckle, your back slack against the wall. When you kick off your shoes, you hear the faint click.

"You said you just wanted me taking pictures." Another click.

"Well, yeah."

"Can you take your shirt off?"

He didn't drop the camera. He knew you were going to obey. And then it's a distant thought for you, because you swear you could see him blushing and beating himself up for bringing it up in the first place. And you knew he loved your boobs, so now, your shirt was off. Another click. "Yeah," he groaned.

"This good?"

"Mm. Let me - there," he scooted closer. When he was this near, the shots were from your chest up. His breath was audible now, but it probably still would have been even if he was across the room. "Great."

You wanted to laugh, but more of because you were getting shy. And you don't get shy around him. Not like this. "I - what should I do?"

He beat you to it. Chuckled first, and now, you were embarrassed. "Nothing."

"I - okay?"

"One second," he tilted his head. You thought oh okay, his hair was really long now, and it looked really nice to... pull on. Entangle your fingers in. And then he's beating you to it again, because he has his hand reached out and he's brushing your hair off one shoulder. He has you off guard, and your eyes are tracing where his fingers meet your skin, and then there's another click, and your eyes are on each other. Click.

You pull him by his neck, and it's slower than usual, but it's working, cause you can see him lowering his camera. When your lips meet, it feels different. His lips are soft against yours with marvel. You know, and conforme, he breathes out a slow "Okay" when your lips are detached. The hairs are short on the back of his neck. You let your hand go to unbutton your jeans without thinking. Until click. It was quick; you look up, and then again -- click. His breath almost fogs the viewfinder, and his feelings are getting in the way, so he clicks again like it soothes his nerves. Or maybe he was hard. So you don't pause.

His breath stops when he sees your underwear. Like he never has. And it hugs your pelvis so tightly and perfectly, he snaps another picture, and it flashes red on your cheeks.

"Gonna have these scanned and developed?," you sit. You don't know what to do, but he clicks again, so at least you know it appeals to him.

"Maybe," his voice is soft. Careful. Like it would ruin the natural light if he spoke too loud. You could see how hard he was under his joggers.

"Yeah? And where will they go?," you're crawling towards him, and you swear it's not sexy, but he takes another picture.

"They'll stay in my porn folder," he joked. You snort. He lets you push him down the floor and mount him. "Look at me," he mumbles. When you do, there's two clicks, or maybe one grip on the camera too hard, because you're circling your hips the way he likes. "I - okay," he groans. Nervous.

You lean down, pressing a kiss on his jaw, your lips making its way up, and it finds his lips, and then there it was again. A foreign frailness, but it made the pits of your stomach burn a different way. You whimper. He pushes you off for a bit. Sits up quick and easy to tug his shirt over his head, and you help him pull his undergarments off.

The tip of his cock was red with his feelings; it was almost pathetic. Then he leans back a little, his hand reaching the clasp of your bra, and alas. You flip positions. The floor was cold against your back, and the Canon looked small on his hand as he straddled you.

"Can I - ?," he uttered, caressing one breast.

"Y-Yeah," you exhale. He squeezes for a bit too long so it looks good in the photo. "Mff."

"So fucking pretty," he muttered. There's one more photo taken, and he groans in relief when he puts the camera aside, because real life looks a shit ton better than through the lens. He can see the little blooming of blood in your chest. You're so wet; the patch on your underwear felt cold opposing the air. He pulls your panties off, and his breath hitches. You were nervous, and for what. It was as if everything happening at the moment right now was a first.

When you come to think of it, and you see how the flowering of red in his cheeks makes your heart clench, maybe everything was indeed a first.

"Can you - touch yourself?," he says, kissing the corner of your lips, but eyes wide open. It was odd, because he was there, but you found yourself parting your lips open and smearing your finger with your arousal. Right below him, where your skin was almost flush against each other. Enough so he could take another picture. You push a finger in, and your hips cant up. "Keep doing that." Another picture. You're biting the back of your other hand. Another picture. He brushes his hand down your waist to your hips, and you moan under it. You were ignited, thinking your fingers were his, and you recall how fast they move, so now, you're touching yourself hard like a bitch, and you felt like crying. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, pulling your hand away. Your fingers were soaked. He took a picture of that.

You opened your eyes, watching him lean down as he takes your wrists and holds them next to your head. His skin is supple, nuzzling into your neck and pecking. So slow, you weren't accustomed to any of it. "Jungkook," you whispered.

"Yeah?," he responded. There's a wet, kitten lick below your ear; you inhale sharply.

"Nothing - just - keep going."

"Okay," he nibbles down on your neck, and it stings for a while, then there's a warmth that takes over, and when his lips pop off the skin, it's cold. And purple and red. "You're so beautiful."

Your heart doesn't skip a beat. If anything, it beats faster. But you were scared he'd feel it, though you knew he would.

His cock slides over your heat, and he groans. "You're so wet - I want to - stuff you," his breath hitches as he pushes himself inside you, earning a languid whine from you and an erotic squelch of your cunt.

"Fuck - Jungkook - ," you retort, your hands balling into fists, because you can't touch him. And he's choking the blood out of it, but you're not thinking of that, because what the fuck, he's never felt thicker. When all of him is inside you, he doesn't want to seem too frenzied. He growls and bites down into your neck. His breath is almost sharp, and it makes every end of your nerves burn. His thrusts are slow so you could hear and feel everything, and every time he bottomed out, he grinds his bone against your clit - "Oh!"

"Oh?," his breath is shivery. His grip is tight around your wrists, and you want to touch him, but the thought of him restraining you like this, having all his way with you on the fucking floor, made your eyes roll back into your head.

When he buries his face where you crane your neck, he hums against the balmy skin. It's new, because other times, you rip each others' clothes off, fuck each other into the seventh heaven, whisper absolutely nasty things, but now -- his breath fanned all over your body, the air condensing against the skins, and every time you moaned his name, he pressed a soft kiss to your neck. "So good," his voice was tight, breaths coming out in quivering waves.

"Jungkook - ," you breathe out, pushing his face away, so you could look at him. His eyes looked glazed. Full of sweat. So pretty. " - please kiss me."

His heart didn't skip a beat. If anything, it beats faster. And he was scared you would feel it, though he knew you would. When you kiss, it's like you never have.

And Jungkook wants to fucking cry. He's getting it so good, and his abs are tight with butterflies and how much you're clenching around his cock. The way you shut your eyes, your lips wet and plump gets to him so hard. He wants to look at your face forever. His hips move faster now.

"Yes - fuck - there - ," you whimper.

"Yeah? Like - this?," he can see your hands struggling to wriggle free, but he's close, and you're perfectly framed under him like this, your tits bouncing - "Cum - all over me."

"Oh, god - "

"Yeah, let it - go - fuck - "

"Oh, god, Jungkook - ! - "

"Yeah?Yeah - yeah - fuck - you're so tight," he's rambling, love hot on his tongue and his orgasm on his tail, and you're clenching hard and shaking under him; he sees your back arch, and his name passionately ripping from your throat. And it's just so good; you're so good - his face scrunches, and he knows he has to pull out, but one second, because he's taking pictures in his mind, and the forbidden words are coming out of his mouth -

"God - fuck - IloveyouIloveyou - fuck -," then he's cumming, in huge loads, all over your stomach. But it feels hotter because of what he just said. You know he's embarrassed, his grip loosening, and he lays on you, pants in sync. "I - yeah."

Then the words aren't so forbidden anymore, because he can feel you giggling when you say "You do?"

/for @youngmsfts/

#postin agaaaaaiiiin #this is soft smut #soft smut makes me hmnghngmhg #but idk if it does that for you guys #enjoy it anyway ig #please #lmao #youngmsfts #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #bts #bts smut #bts drabble #bts scenario #bts imagine #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook

[footballerimaginess]

Secret Fan

Jesse imagine where u recently started dating & he doesn’t know ur a united fan bcos you’ve kept it a secret to tease him. &he vows to make u a united fan but u keep denying it saying ur a city fan.One day he’s in ur wardrobe &finds ur UNITED jerseys & gets all happy because u even have Lingard one!& he’s all happy & kissing u and got u to put his jersey on so he can take pictures of u in it. Eventually u show him old pics throughout ur childhood at games & even recent ones where he’s played  Word Count: 699  It was still early days in your relationship with Jesse. But it was going well, he was having a tough time recently. But he was great and he knew that he wanted relationship, to keep going.  You were cuddling on the sofa and were laying with your legs on his lap. You were watching football. “You need to support Manchester United. I can’t believe you support the other side. You are a rival to me instead of a lover” Jesse groaned. “Sorry babe, but someone has to support them” you smirked at him as you fell closer into his body. “Hmm one day babe. One day I will make you a Manchester United fan I promise babe. Don’t you worry. I know that it will happen” you smirked as you pushed his face. “Don’t count your luck babe”  “Hmm, I will get you there don’t worry” Jesse boldly stated, still not giving up the fact he wanted you to be at Old Trafford in a Manchester United shirt, supporting him in the stands. That was how he wanted it, you knew you did too. Especially as you knew things were hard on the pitch right now.  “You are cute” Jesse mumbled as he presses his lips on the side of your head. “Thanks, you are too baby” You ran your hands up and down his arms, tickling his back which he hated because your nails were far too long for him.  - While you were downstairs, you shouted up to Jesse asking if he could get a hoodie because you were freezing downstairs while you were sitting in the home office doing some university work. Jesse obliged.  Jesse was hunting around in your wardrobe, looking for the hoodie. As he pulled it out, he noticed something that looked very familiar.  He removed it from the wardrobe, he laughed as he turned the Manchester United shirt over. Seeing ‘Linagrd’ on the back, Jesse smirked. Knowing his girlfriend had lied about the fact she supported Manchester city. But when in reality, she had his shirt hanging up in her wardrobe.  Jesse took the hoodie and now the shirt downstairs, so his girlfriend didn’t get too suspicious about the fact he was taking forever. “Here we go” He said as he handed over the jumper. “Thanks” You smiled as you put the jumper on.  “Sooo” Jesse said as he stood behind you. You span around in your spinny chair, he was holding up your shirt. “You sneaky thing, keeping this from me. I cannot believe you lied.” you smirked. “You found it” you laughed.  “I decided not too tell you, but you found them all in the end. What do you think of the fact I have your name on?” you asked him. “I love it, you are so cute aren’t you” he kissed you all over your face. “You need to put it on for me. I really want to have photos of you in it”. Jesse excitedly shouted.  You took the Manchester United shirt over your other shirt and posed for some photos for Jesse. “Work it” He smirks as he pressed the camera on his phone as he took about 100 pictures of you.  “I have so many photos of me at Old Trafford, do you want to go and see them?” you asked him once he finally stopped snapping photos of you with him. “Ooh yes please” He said as he followed you upstairs to your bedroom.  You pulled out some photo albums to show Jesse. “Look at these, here I am. At Old Trafford with my dad. I love it” You grinned at him as Jesse sat on the bed and looked at them all.  “I love them all, so cute. You are adorable” Jesse laughed as he turned over to the recent ones. “Woah these are new aren’t they? So you were still going a couple of months ago before we started seeing each other” He was shocked. “Yeah, then it just so happened I bumped into you at the bar. Who would have known we would be seeing each other” you grinned at him as you cuddled into him. Still flicking through the photo album. 

#jesse lingard #jesse lingard imagine #football imagines #football imagine #football one shots #football one shot #futbol imagines #futbol imagine

[aliferous-ly]

The Setting Sun

yall. Yall. i wrote a fic im so proud of myself. This is Possibly a series, if y’all want it !! otherwise standalone /peace sign/ also, if you like a certain pairing then mention it bcos idk which pairing yet, if any, so :3c

Summary: “He... Logan wasn’t angry, at the events. He just came to a realization, like dust, sitting heavy in his lungs. If he coughed his entire life would go black and gray, and he wouldn’t be able to stop.”

AKA Logan realizes he’s not the best person to be Thomas’s Logic. So he makes a new one. 

Words: 3196

Genre: angst, some fluff. Logangst, of course

Warnings: implied character death for a moment (I promise, he does not die). deprecation, not showing all the sides in the most flattering light (like humans), disappearance.. if there’s anything else, please let me know!

writing tag: @sassy-in-glasses​, @rose-gold-roman​, @justanotherpurplebutterfly​, @echomist13​

Logan came to the realization like Roman might describe love: slowly, and then all at once.

He was increasingly perceptive of the other sides’ actions, though he wasn’t sure if this was a side effect of being Logic or if it were more... paying astute attention to their every move.

But he started noticing the little things, like when Virgil mentioned how certain long silences made him nervous and attentive to every single move.

And the word games of sarcasm that sometimes, used to, fly over his head.

But he’d gotten better.

And he’d gotten so much worse for it.

He noticed Roman’s roll of the eyes when Logan turned away, or sometimes in full view, turning to look at Thomas, get a load of this guy. He noticed the disdainful flick of his fingers, the push of his shoulders, the sneer on his lips that might disappear in moments time.

Of course he saw Patton’s strained smile, his frown at Logan’s exposition, just hold back a bit next time, bud, we don’t want any wounded feelings around here! The concerned jolt of his gaze, flipping between Virgil and Roman and Logan, uncertainty, forced delight, the simmer of it’ll all be okay, let’s just take a step back and talk about it! even though Logan knew “it” would always be feelings and not the actual issue at hand.

And Virgil’s candid nature hid such secrecy that Logan couldn’t miss the darkened expression, the gentle lean away, how Virgil would talk about how Logan disrespected him, or used to, and in the next heartbeat force Logan to shift for his means. The listen, dude, you might want to lay off a bit. Of course, Logan could do that, of course.

He couldn’t miss, then, Thomas wincing, the muscles in his face contracting into something (something) and he’d make eye contact with Roman or Virgil and they’d have that look. He couldn’t miss Thomas’s awkward stance, the way he’d shift when Logan stepped up to speak, the defense alighting in everyone’s eyes the moment Logan opened his mouth.

He... Logan wasn’t angry, at the events. He just came to a realization, like dust, sitting heavy in his lungs. If he coughed his entire life would go black and gray, and he wouldn’t be able to stop.

He couldn’t cough. He couldn’t mess up.

Logan massaged the center of his chest, staring into a shard of broken glass glittering rainbow in the light of the mindscape. Every side had one; they’re own personal escape into Thomas’s core, the centerpiece of his existence.

Too long spent in there, and they would dissolve into Thomas. And I wouldn’t want to lose you, Patton told Virgil. Please don’t go back.

Logan wouldn’t leave without a second thought. He couldn’t do that to them; Logic was a particularly important piece to discussion, and Logan knew that he... that Logic would be needed, for the pieces to fit together. For the code to run properly.

Viscous despair surged through his veins, slogging and clogging his throat and heart, and Logan knew he was no longer needed. Not as Logan. As a facet of Thomas’s personality, he’d failed, and grown too far from the center.

Logan exhaled, closing his eyes and ignoring the trails down his cheeks. Touching the cold surface, he slowly drew his fingers away, trails of electric blue and steel grey extracting from the glass. Logan pulled the essence of Logic from Thomas’s core, the very thought that had been used to make him – only, different, because Logan... Logan could not be a repeat, he could not be another stumble in the process of Thomas’s life.

He gathered synopsis, collected and connecting every (important) aspect of Logic into one humanoid figure. They were comprised of long strings like nerves, dark blue and gleaming.

One more thing. Logan took a moment, or two, to think. He couldn’t mess this part up; done incorrectly, Logan would cause the very problem he was seeking to repair.

One breath, two, and Logan tapped his index finger against his heart, wincing as he drew out a long strand of glowing silver, waving ribbon-like through the air. The world dulled a little at the edges, his connection to Thomas waning and dissolving like morning dew. He suddenly couldn’t remember what year Thomas graduated, or how long he’d studied to be an engineer.

(He remembered twenty Disney facts that Virgil and Roman had tag teamed in teaching him, he remembered Patton’s favorite tea and how much sugar he liked in his coffee, he remembered–)

Logan wove the silver through the blue, interlocking the two until he’d created a fully new being, complete with all of Logan’s capabilities and (Logan slid his fingers away from the silver) his connection to Thomas.

“You’re going to fix everything I’ve destroyed,” Logan said softly. He leaned forward, suddenly tired, rubbing at his temples. “I’m sorry for pinning you with the responsibility. But with luck, you’ll be just the right Logic for them.”

Logan cradled the blue strands shaped like a jaw, and pressed a single kiss to their forehead. “You’ll succeed where I’ve failed,” he said, as life and autonomy filled the shape of a human Logan had created. Skin stitched over blue wiring, eyes glowing the silver of Logan’s connection as they blinked open.

“You are Logic,” Logan said, exhausted and fading fast. “You know your purpose. There are others like you, but they do not know you yet.”

The new Logic stared at him, unblinking. They opened their mouth and said, “What are you?”

Logan smiled, brown eyes crinkling at the edges. “I’m nothing.”

“But you are here,” they said. “You cannot be nothing. Nothing does not exist.”

“Truly, I am,” Logan said. He reached out a hand, the skin and veins and bones disappearing, fading like a mirage. “You see? I am vanishing.”

They blinked once, then. “You are Logic.”

“No,” Logan said. He shook his head. “I was.”

His body finally got the cue, and Logan faded just like Roman had once explained love:

Slowly, and then all at once.

I was.

I am no longer.

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Roman heard a whisper through the mindscape and looked up from his book, narrowing his eyes.

“Roman?” Patton asked, doing a jigsaw puzzle with Virgil. “What’s up?”

“I heard something,” Roman said.

Virgil snorted. “Like, a ghost? Are we haunted? Can we be haunted?” he sounded excited about the concept.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Roman said. They made faces at each other, a common “you’re irritating” that they exchanged.

“Maybe I’m the ghost, and you’re just now noticing my ghostly attributes,” Virgil said, wiggling his fingers.

“If any of us were a ghost, it’d be Logan,” Roman said, laughing. “From how often he holes himself up in his room nowadays.” He winced, then, because yikes, he forgot to watch his mouth again. He waited for Patton’s chiding be nice to Logan, Roman, that he’d always gotten with Virgil, and frowned when it didn’t come.

Virgil snorted before refocusing on the puzzle, evidently done with the conversation. Patton made a small noise of victory, slotting a piece into place. Virgil’s face softened with a smile.

Roman turned back around, leaning against the couch, brows furrowed. Something was wrong with the mindscape, something off. But if Virgil wasn’t noting anything, then it had to be solely in Roman’s realm.

Because... well, Roman couldn’t explain it, really, just a couple feelings thrown together with erratic stitching into a mismatched blanket that barely worked. But if he had to hazard a guess, something had been created, and shifted, and something – he longed to know what – added, to him, to his job.

The last part made him a little indignant because honestly, wasn’t his job hard enough? Which side decided well, this is a little much for me, Roman can take it!

Probably... well, probably Logan, but it didn’t seem logical for Logan to dump something else on Roman, not when Logan knew how stressed Roman could get, not when Logan was uncomfortably familiar with Roman’s breakdowns.

“Hey Virgil,” Roman said, throwing an arm on the back of the couch and turning to look at the table.

Virgil sighed. “What, couldn’t stand silence for more than five minutes?”

“It was three minutes and forty five seconds and I cannot, in fact, stand upon silence so no, I cannot,” Roman said, the words tumbling from his mouth before he could think. “Nerd,” he tacked on at the end, lamely and without heat.

Patton stopped moving, his and Virgil’s gaze stopping on Roman’s face, expressions twisted with confusion.

Virgil laughed uncomfortably, shifting in his chair. “You might be spending a little too much time with Logan, man.”

“I think it’s a good thing!” Patton said. “Logan can be a tough nut to crack.”

Roman frowned, because he wasn’t really, although he... he hadn’t really tried, as of late, to focus on him.

“I’m... I’m gonna go to imagination,” Roman said.

“Alright, kiddo!” Patton said. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just...” Roman searched for an excuse, half-standing, when an idea struck him. He trained his face into a cocky, pompous expression, drawing on Thomas’s ability as an actor, falling into his role easily. “I’m bored. Reading this novel has not been as stimulating as promised, and I need to fight something.”

Virgil rolled his eyes and Roman internally grinned. Ace in the hole. Patton laughed and said, “Go ahead, bud! We’re not holding you back!”

Roman stood fully, stretching and setting the book on the side table, careful not to bend any of the pages. His books were littered with dogears and highlights, but Logan’s were meticulously cared for, only the best of the best with perfect folds (favorite parts) and notes.

Roman sank out to the hallway they collectively called home, each of their rooms branching out. Patton’s, of course, was adorned with various positive imagery with the overarching pale blue theme. Virgil’s was pitch black, delicate engravings of purple, covered in Logan’s notes and Patton’s pictures and Roman’s odd stickynote varying from return my earbuds you heathen to a realistic drawing of a chicken.

He stood in front of Logan’s door, eyeing the straight white and blue lines. They really needed to paint over this, it didn’t encompass Logan at all. Roman had a few ideas... maybe he would tell Logan, while he was here.

Roman knocked. “Logan?” he called out, puffing his chest to make his voice sound bigger. “It’s time to emerge from hibernation!”

Nothing.

Roman blinked a few times. Was Logan not in his room? But then, where else would he be? “Logan? Look, I’m sorry I was going back and forth with you on the blue and pink colors, it was so much like the sleeping beauty dress that I couldn’t resist.”

A few more seconds, and Roman frowned. “Are you not in there? Hello?” He knocked a few more times, just to be sure. Maybe he had earbuds in, or something.

The door swung open, Roman’s fist poised, and everything tilted on its axis for three horrible seconds.

“Who...” Roman choked on his words, confusion-fear-bewilderment filling his veins. “Who are you?”

They didn’t move, eyes open and unblinking, a striking silver color. “I am not a who. I am a what. I am Logic.”

Something small and dark twinged in Roman’s chest and he shook his head. “No. No, you’re not. Where’s Logan?”

“At the present moment, I am uncertain.” A channel of silver lit up their cheekbones, like wires in a circuit board. “Logan did not tell me where he was going, only that he was.”

“Logan is Logic, you’re... you’re not Logic,” Roman said again, shivering. This was wrong, this was wrong. “Why are you here?”

“I am the manifestation of Thomas Foley Sanders’s Logic, intended to add reasoning to certain discussions.”

“No, Logan is,” Roman tried. They didn’t blink, which was really starting to unnerve him on a whole different level. “I don’t understand.”

They regarded him for a moment. “Very well. I will expound. Logan created me ten minutes and thirteen point three seconds ago. He used the mindscape to do so.”

Roman flinched. Logan created something. Logan created... he swallowed, throat thick.

They – Logic? – continued. “The former Logic said, ”You are Logic. You know your purpose. There are others like you, but they do not know you yet.“ When I inquired of his being, he stated, ”I am nothing.“ This is paradoxical situation, so I sought to remedy his flawed thinking. He said, ”You see? I am vanishing.“ His fingers disappeared into the air, of a way I am thus uncertain. I called him this ”Logic“, as you did, but he corrected my flawed verbiage and stated, ”No. I was.“ Soon after his statement, the rest of his body vanished. I have been standing in the room, collecting data for my success here. Evidently, the former Logic knew his job was being fulfilled incorrectly, and decided to find a solution. I was created as the solution.”

Roman couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. “What?”

“Would you like me to repeat?”

“No, no,” Roman stuttered, out. “No. No, Logan wouldn’t... how did he make you? How?”

“From the data I have obtained,” they said, still not blinking or moving, as if they were a picture on a background, “the former Logic gathered the essence of Logic into a singular being from the data of the mindscape. He inserted that being with a silver strand – of which I am uncertain of the reason – and gave the being life.”

“The silver,” Roman whispered, realization dawning in his eyes. “The silver is the connection to Thomas, you need it to be one of his sides, I’ve never heard of... transferring, or whatever he did...”

Roman fell quiet, the silence deafening to his ears. Logic hadn’t invited him into Logan’s room, though Roman wondered if Logic knew common societal practices, or if he was merely... a computer. A vessel.

A thought struck him and Roman’s spine shot ramrod straight. He stared at Logic intently, just barely stopping himself from grabbing their shoulders and shaking (just to get some movement, some life). “The golden string. What did he do with it?”

A few seconds passed as they processed this. “I am in no possession of a golden strand.”

“But where – where–” Roman stopped, took a breath, and reworded his sentence. “What did he look like before he disappeared? Did he glow, or were his eyes a different color? His veins?”

Roman counted one, two, three, four, five before Logic spoke. “The former Logic had skin much lighter than a healthy human being, being transparent and pale. His veins were not red or blue but a copper, gold color. His eyes were brown, but the irises had lines of gold within them, which steadily took over the entire iris.”

Roman lost his breath and almost fell, holding himself against the wall with one hand. “He’s... he...” Oh my god.

“Is the golden strand important to my functions?” Logic stated more than asked.

“Not... not your functions, but it’s... it’s his entire personality, his memories, his feelings,” Roman said, the words thick and heavy in his mouth.

“Very well,” they said, and asked no further questions, a silence that gave Roman a whiplash he never thought he’d feel. His curiosity, his wit...

And then it struck him.

“Oh, no, Logan,” Roman murmured, eyes wide and unblinking. Logan hadn’t left any untied odds and ends, had he? The “essence” of logic in a different being, and his extra jobs, the ones that required a personality, that required feeling, he pushed... pushed onto Roman. And, undoubtedly, part of Virgil, part of Patton... they all carried a little bit of Logan in them, now.

Roman had Logan’s scathing wit, his quick comebacks.

He didn’t want them.

“The gold,” Roman said. “When he vanished, did he have a mirror on him? A shard of glass?”

“I am uncertain.”

“And you don’t have any desire to learn? To figure it out? Wrack your brain?”

“I do not have desire,” they said so plainly that Roman wanted to cry.

“Okay, I need to... I need,” Roman gestured a bit with his hand, thoughts running a mile a minute. “Mirror mirror on the wall...” his mirror appeared in his hand moments later, gilded with gold and an intricate handle. Roman clutched it like a parched man to water. “Show me Logan.”

The mirror swirled, disney-esque to his name, before revealing a vague fog with a shimmer of gold. One moment there, gone the next, leaving just... gray.

But it was there.

Roman was certain of it.

“He’s still alive,” Roman murmured. The mirror, if it had not been made of impenetrable thought, would have cracked under the pressure of his hands. “He’s still alive.”

“The former Logic did not erase himself?” the other Logic asked.

“No, he’s still there, just his personality and thoughts and memories,” Roman said. “He didn’t erase himself. He moved himself into the mindscape. He did the sides version of moving far, far away.”

“He should have. He cannot take up space in the mindscape,” Logic said.

“His personality isn’t much space at all,” Roman said. “The mindscape is neigh endless. You know this.”

“You make a valid point. I concede,” Logic said. Roman frowned. Agreement so fast?

“But that means he’s still there,” Roman said. “He’s alive. And that means we can find him.”

“Are you certain he wishes to be found?” Logic said.

“No,” Roman said. “But I... I can’t let him just leave. I can’t. The longer he spends in the mindscape, the more he disappears... almost like growing old. I need to... He shouldn’t have left. He’s logic, he’s our logic, and I... I miss him.”

“Very well.” No fighting whatsoever.

Roman took a shuddering breath. An actual mission, with real dangers. An adventure, the romantic side of his brain whispered. Save the damsel in distress. Only, Logan had chosen to disappear into the mindscape.

But Roman couldn’t do nothing. He’d... he’d have to, at least, find him, and talk to him. It wasn’t right for Logan to up and leave without telling the others.

Then it’s decided, then?

“Okay,” Roman said. “Okay. I’m certain.” He squared his shoulders, breathing slowly. “I’m going to get him.”

Logic said nothing, stare blank and emotionless.

Goosebumps rose on Roman’s skin. “But first...” he flicked the mirror, vanishing it into the mindscape. “First, I have to tell the others.”

Logic didn’t move as Roman sunk out. Roman wondered if he’d still be standing there, hours later.

He didn’t know why Logan had left. Why Logan had committed an act so much more thorough, so much more permanent, than Virgil ducking out.

I don’t know why you left.

Roman rose in the living room, drawing Virgil and Patton’s curious gazes.

But I know one thing.

Virgil shot to his feet, entire being buzzing with energy and fear-anxiety-nervousness.

You’re not alone. You’re never alone.

Patton stood slowly, a shaky sort of realization filling his face before Roman had even said a word.

Your family is behind you.

And we’re not leaving you behind.

#again lemme know if u wanna continue bcos as of now... this is the End #sanders sides fic #logangst #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #wow a new logic? who would've thought #hopeful ending #brabbles

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LANDSLIDE: Chapter Three - The New Kid.

... in which Harry and Y/N fall in love at University. 

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A few days had passed since Y/N had last seen Harry. They had texted a lot since the party, a lot meaning whenever they weren't at class or studying, they where texting. Zayn and Amy had met up the day after the party to finish their art project. Amy had told her everything that happened the night of the party after she left with Zayn, he had took her to his flat showing her his art work while Amy stood amazed. They then talked for a while Zayn helped Amy come up for an inspiration for her homework. They may have kissed a little.

Y/N had just finished up with a two hour anatomy lecture and all she wanted to do what get home into her pjs, order pizza and binge watch friends with Amy, but god had other plans. 

“Y/N!” She heard a familiar Irish voice call behind her. She turned to see Niall chasing after her, attempting to catch up while holding a million text books and his laptop. 

“Whats up?” she asked confused. She had never really spoken to Niall before, other than the odd hi they’d give her each while she passed his seat in class. 

“Are you busy tonight?” He asked while trying to catch his breath. 

“Im not sure, why? Are you okay?” She questioned. Confused as to why Niall was asking her out. 

“The boys and I are going out for food and a few drinks, nothing to exciting. But Zayn invited Amy, so im inviting you for Harry” He chuckled nervously. 

“And why couldn't Harry ask me himself?” She asked with a smirk. 

“Because he's a pussy and shit scared of Sophie, please come tonight!!” he paused while Sammie walked by giving them both a little wave. “And please invite Sammie, ill pay you”

Y/N watched as Niall’s eyes followed Sammie out of the building then turning his attention back to her.  

“Okay fine, only because I wanna see Amy and Zayn” she laughed.

The pair exchanged numbers then going on their own ways, while walking towards her flat Y/N sent a quick message to Harry. 

Y/N: why did niall just invite me to dinner tonight for you?

harry: i swear i’ll kill him one day. I was going to invite you anyways x

harry: are you coming?

Y/N: yeah, better be good bcos i was looking forward to watching friends all night 

harry: i’ll be there, it'll be worth it. x see you soon!!

Y/N: nothing is better than friends but okay harry :)

Y/N: see you later!!! x

Y/N shook her head laughing, probably looking insane. After the party and the chats her and Harry had over the past few days she’d grown to really like the boy, he always texted to check up on her, make sure she was drinking enough water and eating, that she hadn't overstudied that day knowing she pushed herself to the limit. Then the few times he’d phoned her to make sure she was okay when walking home alone at night. 

Harry had obviously fallen for the girl too, in a space of one week. He never thought he’d like anyone like that again after what had happened with Sophie. He had promised himself he wouldn't. But Y/N was different, there was something about her that Harry was obsessed with. 

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“When where you going to tell me you’re going out with Zayn tonight?” Y/N questioned Amy, both of them sat on Amy’s bed.

Amy looked at Y/N her eyebrows raised and a smile on her face “Harry finally grew some balls and asked you then?” 

“No” She laughed “Niall did”

“Niall? Zayn said he had a crush on Sammie?” Amy replied confused. 

“Oh, he definitely does. He invited me for Harry” Y/N said with a laugh. 

Amy laughed shaking her head. Harry had told Zayn who told Amy that Harry may or may not have a crush on her best friend, but Sophie was stopping him from acting on his feelings. Mostly scared that Y/N would get hurt, not by him but by Sophie. 

“Do you like him?” Amy asked like a little girl at a sleepover. Y/N shook her head trying not to show the smile on her face. Amy slapped her arm turning more from where she was sat. “You so do!!!” 

“Okay maybe a little, but I don't know Amy” Y/N groaned falling back, her head hitting the pillow, Amy then doing the same thing. 

“Im sure he likes you too Y/N/N” Amy said giving her best friend a small smile. She knew she couldn't tell her what Zayn had said, it wasn't her place to tell. Harry had to do that himself. 

“Lets just get ready, i’m starving and I really wanna see Zayn” Amy laughed then getting up and going towards her wardrobe. 

“You saw him an hour ago, obsessive already. I should warn him!” Y/N joked then speeding out of Amy’s bedroom before she could smack her with a boot. 

“Love you!!” Y/N called out. Amy giving her the finger in return. 

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We’re inside was the message written across Amy’s screen, sent by Louis. Her and Y/N entered the restaurant, it was packed with uni students and families, clearly being a popular spot in the area. They noticed the group sitting at a large table in the corner, chatting among themselves until Zayn noticed them. 

“Guys!” He called over waving his hands towards them. 

“Hey!!” Amy said shuffling in to sit beside the dark haired boy. Y/N took the empty seat beside Liam saying a small hi to him. 

“You must be Y/N” he smiled. Harry had told him a lot about her, like how they ended up in his room at his birthday party fangiriling over Stevie Nicks. Harry was sat to the right of Liam, who sat beside Sammie. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, move in towards Harry” He smiled. 

Y/N gave him a smile whispering a small thank you as she got up letting Liam get by her. 

“Hey love” Harry smiled widely pulling the girl into a side hug. Y/N smiled into the hug, her chin resting on his shoulder. 

“How was class?” he questioned. 

“Boring as usual, yours?” 

“Same” he replied, his eyes skimming over the menu, then passing it to her to look over. 

After deciding on their meals and ordering a few drinks the group all chatted among themselves. Niall, Sammie and Y/N complaining about how boring their lecture was, Amy and Zayn discussing their art projects, Louis was busy texting Abby who couldn't make it tonight due to studying and Liam and Harry chatted about Liams new obsession with pretty little liars, random he knows. 

Their food arrived, more drinks also. Y/N promised herself she wasn't going to drink, but her she was 3 drinks in. 

“I’m going to the bathroom, does anyone want anything else to drink?” She asked the group knowing she had to pass the bar on the way the back. 

She got a chorus of im good or no thanks. Harry tugged on her wrist before she could stand up. 

“Will you be okay?” He asked noticing the hundreds of young guys and older in the restaurant. 

Y/N laughed “Im going for a pee Harry, i’ll be fine” Harry shook his head in response whispering i’ll miss you. 

“You're obsessed mate” Niall laughed from across the table. Harry gave him the middle finger in response. 

“Fuck you Niall” he groaned. 

After finishing her business and reapplying her lipgloss Y/N left the bathroom. Taking the same route Liam had earlier she passed a table crowed with guys, a few girls too. She smiled at them, most of them returning it. 

“Y/N? Or am I mixing you up for someone else?” A guy in the group suddenly asked. She stopped in her tracks confused, she didn't recognise any the faces.

“Yeah? Whats up?” she asked, the boy who asked the question getting up and making his way towards her. Now stood in front her Rosabella noticed him as the new guy in her class, Ian. He had recently joined - 3 days ago. David her old study buddy was kicked from the class for not attending his classes, being caught taking drugs on campus and selling. She was glad he had bailed on her the times he did not wanting to get caught up with that. Ian was his replacement in class. 

“You’re new? Im sure I saw you earlier?” She laughed. Ian ran his hand through his black hair a smile playing on his face. 

From the table across the room Niall had caught where Harrys eyed glared at. He chuckled realising what was happening. 

“Don't be jealous H” Niall said. The group turned to him in confusion to which he pointed his head in Y/N and Ians direction. 

“Thats the new kid Ian” Sammie said also noticing him from class. “He started a few days ago”

“You need to tell her Harry” Amy said. Harry leaned back in the seat, letting out a huff. The others nodded in agreement. 

Y/N laughed at something Ian had said again causing Harry to groan in annoyance even more before muttering “I know”. 

“You're gonna leave it too late bro” Louis said giving his best friend a sympathetic smile. Harry nodded, he knew. He was scared, shit scared. It had only been a week and he felt strongly about her. It scared him too much. 

“Hey guys” Y/N smiled happily taking her seat beside Harry, then taking a sip of her drink. Harry watched her while a smile, she truly was something else. 

“Who where you talking too?” Amy asked breaking the silence. 

“Ian, he just started taking our classes” she said pointing to Niall and Sammie. “He was just asking me to help him catch up” She smiled unaware of the glare Harry was now sending in Ian’s direction. 

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congrats on 420 followers! could i please request for kageyama, bokuto, and osamu winning a tournament and coming home after to surprise their s/o who hasn’t seen them for a very long time bcos of trainings? every writings you have entertains me so keep up the good work!

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KAGEYAMA TOBIO

As soon as the team said their goodbyes to each other, Kageyama headed straight to his s/o’s apartment

He stood in front of their apartment door for a few minutes, his eyebrows furrowing as he hesitated to ring the doorbell  

Sure, it was late, but that wasn’t the issue here as he knew his s/o always stayed up until this time

It’s been quite awhile since he saw their face, so he was a bit nervous about making an appearance

He hadn’t seen his s/o in a month due to his volleyball training, but finally the tournament was over, his team had won, and now he had the time to spend time with his s/o

Should he have waited for tomorrow? Should he have called them first to let them that he was back a day early? Would they be happy with the souvenir he had brought back for them? Should he have taken a shower before coming here?

Though his mind was a mess, there was one thing he was certain of at that moment: He missed them way too much

He took a deep breath before finally ringing the doorbell

He could hear the faint sound of his s/o making their way to the door

He braced himself for what was coming

The door swung open and in front of Kageyama was the one he had been dying to see for so long

Something in his chest tightened at the sight of his s/o

His s/o’s eyes widened and her lips spread into an open smile

“Tobio!”

They immediately charged out of their apartment straight towards Kageyama and hug him tightly  

“Welcome back.”

His s/o buries their head into his chest, their hold on him strong

Their warmth, their smell, their voice, their touch

Kageyama knew that he had missed them incredibly, but now that they were finally in his arms, he understood just how bad it was

He returns their hug, pulling them even closer to him

“I’m home, ___.”

They stand in front of his s/o’s apartment still in each other’s arms

Kageyama felt like he never wanted to let go

They had to eventually of course

They let go and let Kageyama into their apartment

“Oh yeah, congratulations on winning, Tobio! It’s regretful that I couldn’t have gone with you, but I watched it on tv and you were great! Brilliant as always!”

Kageyama straightens up at the praise

“T-thank you. It was a team effort.”

They smile warmly before stretching out for Kageyama’s head to give his hair a ruffle

“But still, I’m proud of you.”

Kageyama’s expression loosens up and he gives them a smile

They walk further inside their apartment to prepare refreshments for him

“So how was it over there? Did you have time to sight see?”

He then remembered the souvenir he had brought

“Oh, I bought this for you.”

He opened up his bag and pulled out a box of confections

“The guy said that it was a local specialty and that it was really delicious.”

His s/o immediately raced towards him from where they were

“This is—! Ah! I love it! Thank you!”

Kageyama let out another smile

It really was worth it going around for two hours checking all the sweets that were for sale

He then noticed how the smell of their shampoo was still strong on them

“You only showered now? This late?”

His s/o turned their attention towards him

“I was busy with other stuff this evening.”

They then tipped their head slightly

“Were you able to take one once you arrived? I know I always feel gross after I travel.”

Kageyama quickly looked away in embarrassment

“I-I came straight here as soon as I returned.”

His s/o then let out a little laugh, one that made his heart flutter

“I missed you too, Tobio.”

BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

The exhilaration of the tournament still hadn’t left Bokuto, even as he was standing in front of his s/o’s door

His team had won, Bokuto was able to display his skill to a crowd of probably a hundred, and now he was going to see the love of his life after having missed them for a month of training

This was going to be a good day

He had rushed to a flower shop to grab a bouquet of flowers before charging over  

He was shaking in excitement as he put in his keys to unlock the front doo r

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Guess who’s back!”

His lively greeting however was greeted by silence

Well, it was the middle of the afternoon, it was no wonder they were out running an errand

Bokuto made his way to the living room and plopped himself onto the couch

He looked down at the humongous bouquet of flowers in his arms and let out a smile

“I’m sure they’ll be thrilled!”

He wanted it to be a surprised so Bokuto waited there all afternoon

The exhaustion of the tournament and rushing caught up to him however and by the time his s/o arrived home, Bokuto was fast asleep

“Kōtarō, dinner is ready.”

“Hm?”

Bokuto blinks a few times, gaining focus on his s/o who was standing in front of him

His eyes widen at them

He then alternates looking at them and at the night sky visible from the window

How long had he been out?

“___! Welcome back!”

His s/o then lets out a small laugh

“I could say the same to you. Welcome back, Kōtarō.”

Oh, how he had missed those little laughs they did

Bokuto then gives them a big grin

“Glad to be back!”

They give him a peck on the cheek before heading back to the kitchen

Bokuto was about to ask for more before his s/o started talking again

“Also, thank you for the flowers. They’re lovely.”

Bokuto’s attention shifted to the flowers that he had brought (and almost forgot), already set up in a vase

“Yeah! I picked them myself!”

Bokuto stood up and rushed to the kitchen to help his s/o bring the food to the dining table

That sight of them in the kitchen was so familiar, it was great seeing it again

“Hey! Did you see my game?”

His eyes glittered waiting to be praised by his loved one

His s/o recognized that look and laughed

Bokuto’s heart fluttered

“I saw you out there, though how I wished I could’ve watched you live. But even through the tv, I could sense how amazing you were. Congratulations.”

They set out the food on the table

They then cupped Bokuto’s face in their hands and looked straight into his eyes

Their expression turns to a tender one

“I missed you so much, Kōtarō, it’s great to see you again.”

“And it’s the best seeing you!”

Bokuto then moved closer and pressed his lips against theirs

“Alright, let’s eat now.”

“Wait!”

Bokuto pulled their body closer to his, his face in a little pout

“Don’t I deserve more?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well~ I missed you, my team won, I came back, I brought more flowers, I haven’t seen you in a month, I think that’s a lot of kisses due.”

His s/o then broke from their usual composed self and flushed at the request

“W-wait! Kōtarō!”

“Nope! Not waiting!”

MIYA OSAMU

After a short celebration with the team for their win, Osamu had intended to go home, but as he continued walking, deep in thought, his feet had found their own way down a route he knew all too well  

Now here he was, in front of the door of his s/o’s apartment

Did he seriously make his way to their place unconsciously? Just how much did he miss them?

He thought that this must’ve looked pretty lame and made the quick decision of going straight home before his s/o realized he was there

Still, he hadn’t seen them in a month

The idea of seeing them was starting to sound appealing

He missed their laugh, their voice, their smile, their warmth

Should he ring the doorbell?

Before he could even make a decision, however, a familiar voice called out his name

“Osamu?”

Osamu immediately whipped around to see his s/o standing behind him

The sight of them made something in Osamu snap

He closed the distance between them and pulled his s/o into an embrace

He really did miss them after all

He then heard his s/o laugh

“Bwaha! Did you miss me so much you came here right after your match? Your head must’ve been full of only me, huh?”

Never mind, maybe he didn’t miss her laugh

He loosened his hold on her

“Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want.”

His s/o put their arms around Osamu and pulled him back into the hug

“Wha—___?!”

“I never said that it was a bad thing.”

Good thing his s/o’s head was in his chest, because Osamu had no idea what expression he had on right now

“Wow, you’re honest today.”

“Shut up.”

He released himself a little to look at their face and comb their hair away from their face

“Where were you anyway? You only got home now?”

His s/o hesitated a little and averted their gaze

“I went to watch your game. By the time it was over though, you were already gone.”

The mood seemed good, but Osamu chose to ruin the moment

“So you missed me so much you went all the way there for my match? Your head must’ve been full of only me, huh?”

His s/o gave him a punch straight to the gut

“Yeah, it was.”

Osamu looked up from the pain to see his s/o’s face slightly flushed

“You were great today. Congratulations. I missed you, moron.”

Osamu just couldn’t help but smile

He cupped his s/o’s face and gave them a small kiss

“I missed you too.”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #kageyama tobio #bokuto koutarou #miya osamu #kageyama x reader #bokuto x reader #miya osamu x reader

[wokainight]

NCT Reactions: Office Antics (part two)

notes: basically a collection of various nct members x you displaced in an awkward office setting.

part one | part two | part three

DOYOUNG:

trend setter, hot gossiper (!!)

knows everything about everyone and is currently playing cupid and matchmaking the sht out of everyone in the company

very curious

despises not knowing things

legit

wants

to 

know

everyTHING’;;

tends to butt into other people’s business and has good intention— but it may come off as being snobbish or overly rude

does his work well and is very good at persuading and customer interactions 

talks well

talks in general

vroom vroom show

apparently he practices funny chats inside his car and emcees the sht out of every event

the both of you were supposed to plan an event together with doyoung as emcee and you as the main coordinator

but he’s also trying to set this guy up with the hottest girl in the company and so far, his efforts are null

so he’s decided to make use of the event and perhaps hold a public proposal— to which you decline because,,

“doyoung-ssi, it’s not valentine’s day. there’s no need to implement such event.” you were quite stern because he was being overly imaginative with his mind and was planning a cruise boat???

like 

where is the funds????????

but he insists on holding the confession event

and he’s kind of above you in the company so you grumble and have to tag along with him

then comes the actual event

everything was going well and it has come to the highlight of the show where the guy who has to confess was to go up the stage

you had to take emceeing for a while because doyoung is giving the guy one to one support session

but then the guy’s in huge denial that he probably will get rejected 

(yes, 

at last minute)

and doyoung’s trying to shove him onto the shade but then they played wrestling and the guy who was confessing does judo and kickboxing while doyoung’s just lean and tall and the poor boy had his ass kicked onto the stage where he stumbled and rammed himself onto you

he falls on top

and coincidentally

his lips on yours

and the crowd cheers because it’s rather spontaneous but romantic and everyone’s off guard

and then the stage fireworks for the confession flares up along with the congratulatory song and confetti rains from the sky and you just stare at doyoung in shock

because…

whAT happened to the event???

TEN:

very hOT

a legit social butterly as in he’s literally connected to everyone??

whereas johnny’s followed by a crowd of fangulls, doyoung for people seeking love advice,,,,

ten is followed cos:

he’s teN

like no reason

he’s just really extroverted, 

humorous,,,

and knows how to charm the sht out of people!!!

and again——

a social buttERFLYYYYYYY~~

easily amused and smiles/ laughs like no tomorrow

easily holds a conversation and has a certain degree of closeness with everyone

an aegyo machine

and tends to get favours done through his positive impression and cutesy appearance

loves to drink

legit

VODKA SHOTS

a rather wild child--- 

earrings for days

ripped skinny jeans for days

hAIR FOR DAYSYYYYSSSIISSSSS

gets wilder when he’s drunk

and you’re kind dragged into one of the office parties where ten just makes everyone take ten shots each bcos why not and nobody could really pronounce his real name after that--

(not that they could in the first place)

and then ten’s 3/4 drunk when he approaches you bcos you’re just on your phone @ a little lonely corner and he thinks that he could be the spice to your day and tries to smoothly pass you really dirty jokes and you’re like

uhhhh no?????

but he wiggles his brows and eyes the back door and you;re like

wtf dude nO

but ten’s charming and like the charmer he was, he drags you by the elbow and the both of you exit the scene like its nothing

it was just a walk at a nearby park under the moonlight with ten humming to a rather familiar tune and you towing behind just as sorely as u did whilst sitting your ass down during the party

he turns to you and its weird how he knows your name and that you’re doing that particular project and that its been only six months since you entered the company

“...how did you know?” you make a rather bashful eye contact with him

“was it supposed to be a secret?” he laughs, 

and the way his eyes crinkled makes you felt rather clenched cardiovascular-wise

aka

he makes your heart beat

fast

“there’s just no reason for you to know” 

“you’re under my wing right? well, i have every reason to know.” and this time, he stops walking and gives your shoulders a friendly pat “aw don’t be so hard on yourself” then he smashes his rather muscly frame against yours and you’re kinda stuck in his hug for a good five minutes before he pulled back

“wow” was all he said before he turned to leave

the next day, you find your desk decorated in roses and you’re not sure why ten’s whistling at you as you walk by or why he’s given you a piece of paper with ‘xxxx me, [insert a bad lipstick smudge] - ten’

JAEHYUN:

that literal pot of flower boy with milky flawless skin and dimples that powers a radiating smile (probably radioactive)

nice to everyone

says hi to all

but a really private person

most people don’t know much other than the fac t that he’s a valentines boy and his name is jung jaehyun

an observant type of person

people watching

lOTS of staring

and then cue the bashful smile

damn those dimples

dAMN DOSE PIMPles

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you’ve been transferred to his branch and he’s kind of your seat mate and most of the time you’re working with his schedule cos he’s been here longer than you have and will hopefully guide you??

and he does

cos he’s nice

and a ball of sunshine (not literally) (i mean his smile blinds me but his personality is not extravagantly cheerful like ten’s or doyoung’s)

but you’re pretty good at getting to know person and you realise he likes to drink banana milk instead of coffee and that he secretly eats a pack of honey butter chip which lies inside his third drawer on the right

or the fact that he’s a huge ass foodie who likes to try out different dishes

because jaehyun’s so attentive to everything, he doesn’t really have time to pay attention to the fact that you’re paying attention to him

does it make sense????

and the irony doesn’t stop there

you’r e kinda neutral about him

just because you notice these little things doesn’t automatically make you fall for him in the romantic department... it was all pure observation

but turns out

the gREAT jung jaehyun is in love with you

you had your doubts when he started to treat you differently from other girls

i guess

opposites attract???

and he’s kinda been wanting to confess but has never had the time

and you’re talking with your best friend over the phone and you think everyone’s went home for the day but doesn’t realise that jaehyun’s just hiding in the corridor (the door was open) and was waiting for you to finish conversing with your friend

he had a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a little hand written card

dude was going to go for it

but you’re kinda in a flustered conversation when your best friend mentioned about the guy whom you mentioned who could’ve possibly liked you = jungjaes (or so they call him) (poor luck’s on you cos this was all in loud speaker)

and you;re like,,, “of course i don’t like like him-- i mean he’s a nice person but-”

and you hear something drop from outside the room and you have your bff on hold and walks out to check who is there (you were slightly creeped out because it’s dark and nighttime and it might have been a ghost) 

you find a bouquet of flowers and a pink envelope-- you turn your head quickly to catch a shadow turning for the stairs

and you pick up the card, open it and it kinda kills you in the inside slightly

‘Will you be mine? 

Love,

Jaehyun’

WINWIN:

china boi

pretty much more important and more influential than the actual ceo of the company??? 

cos he’s a bOSSS (SQUAKKKK)

the golden boy of the company-- everyone loves him and legit is like that beloved youngest child!! has a semi-playful personality with an awkward touch and a hint of innocence

probably knows much more than you think he does

the discreet but obvious type

when you think that you’re ordering him around.. he’s actually just turned the table and now yOU’Re the one with the task

p r e t t y

S

L 

Y

e.g.

one time TY track asked him to photocopy and then he just looked at the elder male straight in the face, placed the papers back in his hands and said:

“i’m busy”

or when he was absent for three hours and everyone was searching around for him only for him to come out of an unused cupboard with a sleeping bag and going “what’s the fuss?”

(everyone thought he either died,,, 

or was kidnapped)

and let’s not forget the time where he ‘accidentally’ poured soju into the bowl of fruit punch and walked away because another person called out for him and then realising later on that he actually did that

(it was it planned?)

in the end, he was the ojnly one who didn’t drink the fruit punch because he claimed of not liking the fruits ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so you’re his supervisor

and your job is to literally find winwin in between people and various individuals who love him to bits

like literally

dong sicheng is always covered in love and chocolate and probably kisses???

and today is like any other day

but you find winwin in between two younger staff,,, both of which was arguing who would get to touch his ears today

it’s like a thing where only 10 people can touch his ears per day

you wondered why everyone had so much time-- but guessed it was because TY track was the supervisor and he practically does everyone’s work and cleaned after their mess

and winwin was just boredly staring ahead when he finds your eyes, hypes u p and excused himself

“are you searching for me noona?” he said, accent thick

but you roll your eyes and sighed,

“for the last time,,

we’re the same damn age sicheng.”

he just smiles his average angelic smile and leaned down, somehow making your heart beat faster (or was it because you were so unfit earlier on when hiking up the stairs-- holding onto the railings for your dear life)

“do you want to touch my ears?”

you groan, pushed his head away and turned on your heels, “follow me, we have work to do”

and just like a little chick, he followed after you with bouncy footsteps, saying goodbye to group of girls whining for him to come back

#ainct #doyoung #kim dongyoung #doyoung reactions #ten #ten chittaphon #chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul #ten reactions #winwin #dong sicheng #winwin reactions #jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #jaehyun reactions #nct reactions #nct reaction #nct drabbles #nct drabble #nct imagines #nct imagine #nct scenarios #nct scenario #nct #nct u #nctu #nct127 #nct 127 #nct dream #nct2018

[snaggle-chamsae]

Boyfriend! | Jihoon

genre: fluff

member: jihoon

requested: no

summary: you finally got to understand what does love means when you’re with Jihoon

side note: thank youuuu all for reading my first scenario, i was really surprised with the response so thank you once again :’)

- boyfriend jihoon pretty much consists of 80% cuteness fluffness and 20% of jihoon being a hell sexy fine man

- both of you see each other like everyday because you’re in the same school and live in the same area too

- he would always go to school with you

- and every morning, you are just wondering if a sunshine is standing at the door or if it’s jihoon cause his smile just blinds you

- he knows that you love holding hands so he would always take the initiative to do so

- do you hear me screaming

- like jihoon’s hands are so warm and big and that makes you feel nice

- dont get me started on his boyfriend manners

- he would always make you walk on the inner side of the pavement bcos of the cars

- he’s really living up to that boyfriend name

- anyways even in school, he still looks after you

- everyone in school ships you and jihoon as the sweetest couple

- he knows that you will get gastric at times so he would definitely drag you to lunch even if you said you’re not hungry

- if you refuse to move from your seat, here comes park jeojang park winkeu park jihoon

- cause he knows you cant resist his aegyo

- both of you would just chill at the rooftop and stare at each other

- CUTEEEE

- sometimes you would catch him falling asleep in class and you would secretly take photos of it

- simply because you just cant handle this cute ass guy

- so school ends and the weather gets really cold at night

- he wouldn't even hesitate to give you his jacket and even if you decline, he would give you an excuse like, "i'm just too man for this jacket, you can have it"

- and there's you who dying from his sweet talk

- his jacket has the best smell on the whole universe cause it smells so damn gud

- passing by alleys is a must because that's the only way home

- drunk man would start whistling at you and calls you beautiful

- at this moment, jihoon would get really protective

- he would put his hands over your waist and pull you closer, shooting glares to those guys that were staring at you

- awwwww

- you arrived at the front of your house and the saddest part of night arrived because you have seperate from jihoon :(

- "dont be sad, we will see each other again"

- jihoon just pulls you into a hug and shower you with lots of forehead kisses

- " i love you, y/n" and it ended off with a kiss

- and that's basically a day with boyfriend! Jihoon

#wanna one scenarios #wanna one imagines #produce 101 scenarios #wanna one #wannaone #park jihoon