#I wanna know who watched her lies unfold

[starrayblogs]

chai? i love chai!

a/n: i love pavitr, he's so silly and i wanna be best friends with him ..... so here i am- writing a short story because my brain is literally being occupied by him, and i'd like to share it with you. enjoy!

another a/n: i haven't actually watched the movie yet! it hasn't released where i am D:, but i have been so hyped for the movie i just can't wait to watch it! sooo, sorry if there are any plot mistakes!

pavitr prabhakar + gn!reader

you're a spiderperson! hoorah! feel free to imagine yourself as your spidersona ü

"i love chai tea!"

"what did you just say? chai means tea, bro! you're saying tea tea, would i ask you for a coffee coffee with room for cream cream?"

"no. no, i'm sorry."

giggles bubble up from your throat as you fail to keep yourself from bursting into full-blown laughter at miles. "this is not funny." miles points a finger at you, who is currently bent at the knees with arms wrapped around the torso while laughing.

after a few more seconds, you rise up straight and fan your face as you try to stop from laughing. "aw, man, that shouldn't have made me laugh so hard." you say in between breaths of composure.

"chai tea isn't funny!" pavitr exclaims, crossing his arms.

"oh no, of course it isn't. miles's reaction was." you snicker a bit as you glance to miles, who gave you a glare. "but, on the topic of chai, i love karak chai." the lenses on your mask curve at the bottom to show some sort of smile, with your masked eyes.

"what did you just say?" pavitr's lenses widen as his arms unfold. "did you just say karak chai? you know your chai!?" he gasps, coming up to you with a hand over where his mouth would be.

"yeah! i love chai!" your eyes grin as your shoulders rise a little.

"gwen, i can't believe you've brought such a nice, new guy!" he turns to give gwen a surprised look before he turns back to you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "tell me, new guy," you cut him off to say your name, which he says and resumes. "how did you come across karak chai? are you indian too?" he asks curiously.

"no, actually, but i did grow up with some indian cuisine around me!" you reply with as much excitement as him. he lets out an 'oooohh' as his lenses grin at you. "i like you, new guy!"

"oh come on, what about me?" miles interjects and gwen lets out a laugh that she quickly covers up by clearing her throat.

"you said chai tea." pavitr pulls away from your shoulders to point at miles.

"i said sorry!"

you laugh again, this time recovering faster when pavitr turns to face to you. "tell me," he says your name with a cheerful look in his masked eyes. "do you also like naan?"

"oh, obviously, but..." you hesitate by squinting your lenses a bit, which makes the spiderman in front of you tilt his head. "i'm more of a paratha person." you admit sheepishly.

pavitr gasps as his lenses widen again. he stares at you for a few seconds, which makes you nervous because you think you've said something to upset him. "i have never met another spiderman that knows about indian food..." he mumbles, but there was a bit of a surprised tone in his voice. "i just know we are going to be great friends!" he exclaims, moving over to give you a side hug.

your eyes widen a bit, but you grin. you happily hang your hand over his shoulder, just like he did with yours.

"you should totally try some indian food here when you get the chance. i know all the great places!" he offers, tilting his head to you. your lenses curve underneath at his offer.

"i'd love that, oh my gosh. now that i think of it, i kind of do miss the food." you chuckle, a hand coming up to pat your stomach absentmindedly.

"we should totally eat out together whenever you're here!" he says, his eyes and tone filled with joy which brings a smile to your eyes and lips underneath the mask.

"that sounds like a fun time." miles adds himself in, which makes pavitr's head turn away from you to reply.

"hmm... maybe it will do you so good too, teach you how to not make mistakes like chai tea again." he says, and miles lenses widen as his demeanor immediately brightens.

"awesome! can we get naan bread?" miles asks, which receives a not-so-happy reaction from the indian spiderman.

"what did you just say!?"

pavitr pulls himself off your shoulder to point and scold at miles again. you and gwen glance at each other before bursting into laughter together, watching as miles does his best to apologize.

#spiderman #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman: atsv #spiderman india #pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr prabhakar x reader #atsv pavitr #pavitr x you #pavitr my beloved #pavitr brainrot #i wanna be pavitr's best friend #chai tea? chai means tea! #pavitr x reader #✩ starraywrites #✩ starraywrites atsv #✩ starraywrites across the spiderverse

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Did Catholic reader ever watch other male pornstars who Eddie might know through the industry? I can image he’d be jealous if he found out. Especially if he saw her talking or flirting with them at one of his parties!

absolutely!

she did watch other men in movies, but eddie was always her favorite one. i could see her having a second favorite though, one that she never told eddie about. let’s say this guy is our man, steve harrington. he is a friend of eddie’s, and he turns up at one of the parties that eddie is throwing. she’s still kinda mad at eddie for his whole thing of showing his movies at parties, and she decides to get back at him. to give him a taste of his own medicine, if you will.

she sees steve at one of his parties, and sets her sights on him. i’m thinking this is when eddie is still secretly dating her, maybe before they really go public with their relationship. so, steve has no idea that she’s eddie’s girlfriend, and flirts back with her when she starts. eddie eventually finds them, and his blood immediately starts to boil when he sees them together. he walks over and takes her arm, turning her around to face him.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” eddie asks.

“im making a new friend with another porn star i used to watch,” she says, jerking away from him and turning back to the man.

eddie takes her arm again, and wheels her around. “what the hell do you mean? I thought I was the only one you used to watch.”

“you were my favorite,” she says. “but you weren’t the only one.”

“what?!” he asks, feeling his jealousy and rage beginning to boil. “you told me i was the only one!”

“well, maybe i lied, asshole,” she says. “how does it feel?”

“you’re a real brat,” he says. “you know that, don’t you?”

“should i go, or?” steve asks, visibly confused.

“no, stay,” she says, cuddling up to him. “eddie here was supposed to be my boyfriend, but he thought it was cute to show his porn to everyone at the last party. including a bunch of women.”

“oh, that’s not cool, man,” steve says.

“enough of this bullshit!” eddie says, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him. “you’re getting back at me, fine. whatever. but cut the shit.”

“what shit?” she asks, jerking out of his grip forcefully and pressing against steve. “maybe this one will treat me better.”

“you ARE hot,” steve says.

“excuse me?!” eddie thunders, pushing her out of the way and getting in his face. “you wanna maybe say that again, fucker?”

“i said she’s fucking hot,” steve says. “no use lying or denying it.”

“i’m taking you home,” he says to her. “right now.”

“fuck that and fuck you,” she says to him. “i’m not going anywhere.”

“then get away from him!” eddie says.

“why?” she asks. “are you jealous, eddie?”

“yes!” eddie says. “now enough of these games! let’s go!”

“hm, no,” she says, turning toward steve and pulling him down for a kiss.

what happens next happens fast. she feels herself being pulled away rather roughly, and then eddie is punching steve. steve didn’t have time to punch back; he didn’t even have much time to react to what was happening next. eddie grabs her and slaps her ass, bending her over in front of steve. she moans, pushing back against eddie before he growls. people were watching now, the party forgotten as they laid their eyes upon the drama unfolding before their eyes.

“you want me to show them you belong to me?” eddie asks. “huh?”

“mmm hmm,” she says, pushing back again. “want you to show them that i’m all yours.”

“gladly,” he says, ripping her shirt and skirt and discarding the ratty remains. she moans, and he pushes her panties aside to slip inside of her. “eddie!”

“this is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?” he snarls. “wanted to give everyone a live fucking show?”

“yes,” she moans, clenching around him as he starts to drill her. “it’s what i wanted all along, daddy.”

“you’re such a bad fucking girl,” he says, slapping her ass as hard as he can. “you’re just so goddamn depraved.”

“you can do better than that,” she says. “show them what you’re really capable of.”

“okay,” he says, reaching down to choke her as he pounds her. steve is in awe, his jaw dropped. everyone else is whispering and gaping, unable to believe what they’re seeing. “like this, you goddamn brat?”

“yes,” she breathes. “please don’t stop.”

“trust me, I won’t,” he says. “we won’t be done until I say we’re done. i think bringing you to the edge and not letting you cum is fitting, don’t you?”

“no,” she whines. “eddie—“

“shut up,” he hisses. “you wanna make me jealous? fine. but that doesn’t go without consequences, baby.”

“you’re just mad because he’s hotter than you,” she goads.

“the fuck did you just say?” eddie asks, yanking her head up as he drills against her sweet spot. “maybe wanna repeat that?”

“i said he’s hotter than you,” she says.

he pulls out of her and slaps her pussy, before slamming back inside of her. “his dick isn’t even as big as mine. you would know that.”

“but he’s still hotter,” she says.

“no the fuck he isn’t,” eddie says. “you’re just being a goddamn brat right now.”

“bet he could make me choke on his cock,” she says. “bet he could make me cum and scream and—“

“I said shut your mouth!” he says, laying three harsh spanks on her ass. “he isn’t the one inside of you right now, is he? he isn’t making you a soaking fucking mess. he isn’t making you clench, he isn’t making you moan, he isn’t gonna make you cum. that’s all me.”

“maybe i’m thinking about him,” she says. “I am looking at him, after all.”

eddie pulls out, clearing off a table. bowls and drinks fall to the hardwood floor, but he doesn’t care about the mess. he throws her onto the table and pushes inside of her again, moaning as he does so. he grabs her throat, holding her in place. “look at me now, baby. don’t look at any of them. be a good girl for me, and stop this act; I promise I’ll let you cum.”

“mark me,” she begs. “show them that I really do belong to you.”

“oh yeah?” he asks, fucking her hard as he leaves hickeys along her skin. “is that what you want?”

“yes,” she moans, clawing at his back. “fuck me…please keep fucking me, eddie…”

“becoming too cock dumb now, are we?” he teases, biting her neck as she cries out. “poor thing.”

“just you, eddie…” she says, gripping him harder as he hammers her sweet spot. “just you..”

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mini taglist: @littledemondani @andvys @wroteclassicaly @succubusmunson @eddieschains @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @trashmouth-richie @mothball-munson @eiightysixbaby @happylilthought @keikoraven @sunkillerdreamer @hideoutside @findapenny

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson smut

[milequaritchsslut]

Kiri x flirty Reader (female, Metkayina)

Summary: Your favorite thing to do is annoy Toruk Maktos eldest daughter. Who knew she actually enjoyed it?

Note: this has been in my drafts for a month I’m so happy I’m posting it lmao 🫣

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You had always been a flirt ever since you were little. Before you even knew what flirting was you would do it. It was never a problem and nobody ever made a big fuss about it either. You love making the other na’vi of your age get flustered or look down in embarrassment as you complimented them or when they curled their hair in your presence just waiting for another snarky remark from you. It was your specialty and you would always deliver.

It was different though when Jake sully and his family seeked refuge in your home. Kiri Augustine was the first Na’vi to ever really catch your eye. She was beautiful and didn’t look like the average na’vi you would usually see. She was half human of course but it wasn’t just that it was the way she carried herself she moved so smoothly it almost got you flustered the first time you two held a conversation.

You had been helping the sullys unpack their luggage when you offered to help her.

“Let me take that, I wouldn’t want your pretty little hands getting dirty” quickly taking the box from her hands.

“And what makes you think that?”

“I-I didn’t mean it li-“ you were quickly cut off as she walked away grabbing another box.

After that incident you had been tormenting her everyday whenever and wherever you could. And you loved it, she would get so annoyed with you but never telling you to stop. You took that as a yes and continued your torment.

Today you had scheduled breathing lessons earlier than usual just to get on everyone’s nerves. Watching everyone one by one finally join you on a large rock near the shore. You noticed Kiri hadn’t joined you yet.

Turning to your twin sister Tsireya “Dyk where Kiri is?”

“Hmm no” she answered.

Lo’ak butting in “She couldn’t pick what she should wear today”

Causing a ripple effect of laughs to effect the group including you. That wasn’t like her though, she didn’t really care for things like that. Ridding your thoughts you noticed Kiri walking up to the rock and noticing your stare.

“Ah there she is!” You announced, with a fat smirk growing across your face.

“Yes here I am” she replied with an annoyed tone. Noticing your smirk she just glared you down only making the smirk grow.

“Come sit here Kiri, I saved a spot just for you” you implied, knowing that was the last thing she could’ve asked for.

Aa she say next to you she made sure that you knew she didn’t wanna be there. Sending you glares every few seconds as you taught the lesson.

Watching her practice your breathing techniques you noticed her heartbeat was fast.

“Here breathe in from here, and slow down your heartbeat” looking up at her, as you placed your hands onto her core.

Breathing in again she looked down at you, which only made her heartbeat pick up “Mhm” she agreed as you applied pressure onto her stomach trying to feel her breathe.

“No, you have to breathe from your core not your chest” you couldn’t help but smirk at her heart fastening from your touch.

She couldn’t even get a word out from her thoughts racing. She looked around at the group to only being met with stares and giggles at the scene unfolding in front of them. Were you flirting with her, or were you just trying to be helpful? She seriously couldn’t tell, her thoughts were quickly corrected as that smile crept onto your expression once again.

“I think I got it” pushing you off her, she did not have it in fact. She had no idea what she was doing, she just couldn’t take the stares anymore. The group got back to what they were doing as you went back to teaching them. You had gotten exactly what you wanted for the day.

The rest of the lesson you let her alone, afraid you might push too hard. That was the last thing you needed was for her to hate you. You enjoyed your little thing you two had.

Nearing the end of your lesson you watched as Kiri stood up and walked to her pod. Following her you quickly ran up to stop her from going any further.

“Hey kiri!” You smiled at her, you only got an eye roll in response.

“Yes?” Adding a bit of attitude to her response

“I was wondering if you wanted to come ilu riding with me at eclipse tonight?” You notcied your face getting flustered, hoping she wouldn’t notice you wiped some imaginary thing off your face trying to hide it.

“No thanks y/n” walking past you too annoyed to be hanging out with anyone atm.

“Cmon it’ll be fun!” turning around to walk side by side with her. She was a few inches taller than you, you didn’t mind as long as she didn’t make fun of you for it.

“I don’t think so y/n I will be tired”

“It’ll be so much fun Kiri i promise i won’t be weird” you promised, knowing damn well you would be.

“Hm-I guess, sure I’ll go” she answered, arriving at her pod she said goodbye and quickly entered.

It would be eclipse in about an hour so she was stressing out. She didn’t know why though. She didn’t like you at all, so why did she care about how she looked around you?

“Hello Kiri” Neytiri greeted her eldest daughter as she cut up fruit on a woven mat.

“Hello mum” she responded as she rushed to find a fitting outfit.

Noticing her daughters state she slowly stopped cutting and watched as she rushed “What is wrong Kiri?” She asked confused.

“I-i uhm have a date mother” still looking through clothes.

“Oh? And with who?” She was intrigued, she knew Kiri wasn’t one to be into these kind of things. So who could be so special that was making her unbothered daughter so bothered?

“With the chiefs daughter, Y/n” Finally picking a top she found fitting for the occasion.

“Hmm, I heard she’s a flirt”

“Yes she is- Is this cute?” Lifting up a top she had brought from her home clan.

“Yes, but do not be out for long Kiri” she warned, she didn’t know the sea very well. So she was skeptical of this place as she was with most things.

“Yes mom” she responded as she left to try on her top.

You on the other hand were excited, you were finally getting Toruk Maktos daughter all alone. You saw this as the perfect time to confess your feelings. It didn’t matter if she would reciprocate them or not. It was the fact that you were going to get them out. You enjoyed your little thing you two had but it wasn’t enough for you. You needed someone to rely on, someone you could talk to and she was perfect for you.

You were always asking Tsireya about her whenever they would hang out, and of course she told you. You were thorough ofc, you would ask ‘what was she wearing?’ or ‘what kind of jokes did she laugh at?’ or ‘what did you guys talk about?’. You enjoyed learning more and more about this woman, you were obsessed the day you met her. As eclipse came you mounted your ilu and waited for Kiri at the dock.

“I must go now mother goodbye” planting a soft kiss on her mothers forehead before running out

“Have a good time Kiri” she just smiled, the thought of what it felt like to be with Jake when they were young was running through her head.

As she ran out of the pod, she dusted off her clothes though they were perfectly clean. She had never been on a date before, since the boys of the clan just saw her as weird. It never wore on her confidence though, that’s what you liked abt her. She never let anyone define her self confidence, that’s what was so attractive abt her. She was so sure of everything about herself.

Noticing her figure drawing near, you put on your best face. Walking up, you lent out a hand to help her down, accepting it she smiled back.

“Your on time today!” You teased.

“Yeah yeah whatever, where are we gonna go?” In all honesty, you hadn’t really planned anything. You were too excited to think about the details.

“Hm I didn’t plan anything, we can go looking for seashells?”

“That’s sounds like fun” agreeing you both rode your ilu’s to the nearest island. It was a beautiful island. The trees there were different from your owns. They grew taller than any you’ve ever seen, they were still beach trees but still they grew in different directions. The beach there was also beautiful, the island was known for its waters. It was a calm place, you and your friends would go to.

As you planted your feet onto the familiar ground you noticed Kiri admiring the scenery. You patted yourself on the back mentally, you knew she would love this place. Her curiosity always got the best of her, and this was new so why not bring her to it?

“Wow y/n this place to beautiful” getting off her ilu, and taking in her new found environment.

“I thought you would like it” reaching for her hand you led her farther into the island. There was a watering hole in the middle of the island.

“Where are we going y/n?” Watching as your grip didn’t loosen as you picked up the pace till you were full out running through the island.

“You’ll see” letting her hand go as you got to the edge of watering hole.

“Isn’t it cool?” You asked, the watering holes water was pink due to the flowers that grew underneath it. During eclipse the moon hit the water at just the perfect angle, causing the water to sparkle from the light.

Dipping your feet in you encouraged her to join you, finally letting the water submerge your body. Kiri quickly hopped in causing a loud splash to scare the nearby animals away. Coming up for air you laughed at the way her hair looked wet, getting a push on the shoulder from her as she giggled.

“Hey!” You yelled as you pushed her back.

Pushing your shoulders down into the water, she laughed as you tried to fight back. Pulling her legs you got the upper hand as you clinged onto her for support. As you both came up for air again, you put your hands up in defeat.

“That’s what I thought” she mocked as she splashed around.

“So why’d you invite me here y/n?” As she pulled herself up from the water and into the sand.

Joining her on the sand you sat next to her catching you breathe. “Hm cause I wanted to tell you something”

A silence hung between you two, as you opened your mouth to speak.

“I enjoy hanging out with you Kiri- and I know you probably don’t feel the way I do, but I wanted to tell you I have feelings for you”

She looked at your amber eyes as you looked into hers, she hadn’t expected that. She just thought you saw her as another girl you could play with.

“I-I think I like you too y/n” inching closer, you let her lips slowly graze yours as she slipped her tongue in. Moving your hands onto her shoulders you leaned into the kiss as her hands held onto your curls. Her lips tasted like ecstasy in a jar. You had waited for this moment for so long. Pulling away you let out a breathe of relief. Catching your breathe you let out a low laugh.

“What’s so funny?” She asked still smiling from seconds ago.

“It’s nothing”

Taglist: @lvtilzs

#kiri sully #kiri x y/n #kiri avatar #kiri x femreader #kiri x you #kiri augustine #kiri x reader #roxto x kiri #atwow kiri #kiri x rotxo #jake sully #miles quaritch #neytiri #neteyam #kiri fluff

[deadprompts]

𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 (𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲 - 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝚈𝚁𝙸𝙲𝚂).

content warning applies. change any pronouns / wording if necessary.

so i'll use my voice, i'll be so fucking rude.

i've been searching for a trail to follow again.

i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife.

this is hungry work.

i was born sick, but i love it.

that's a fine looking high horse.

my skin is rough, but it can be cleansed.

i'm still alive but my heart is beating slow.

'cause everybody makes it 'till they don't.

there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.

and there you are to tear apart.

saying you can't depend on anything, or anyone.

she'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate.

did i drive you away?

apologies from my tongue.

i can't breathe anymore.

you're sacred and they're starved.

take me back to the night we met.

my heart is yours.

saw the madness unfold like some primal burial.

i saw the end of the world.

could i make you happy?

don't you wanna know me again?

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting.

i used to know the person i took after.

if the end of the world was near, where would you choose to be?

i made a life i don't remember making.

the calloused skin on my hands is cracking.

and here it is, our final night alive.

yeah, that's what i'll do.

i've been low, but dammit i bet it don't show.

as the atom bomb locks in, it's you i watch tv with.

we're gonna nuke each other up boys.

the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you.

this was an escape plan

i wanna know all you know so i can take what you can let go.

i wanna take you somewhere so you know i care, but it's so cold and i don't know where.

words, they always win, but i know i'll lose.

then i can tell myself what the hell i'm supposed to do.

you've put your final suit on.

i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

go home, don't tell anyone what you are.

the silence haunts our bed chamber

we look much different in pictures, at least that's what most people say.

i looked back upon armageddon.

if somebody hurts you, i wanna fight, but my hand's been broken one too many times.

yeah, i saw sparks.

'm getting fucking tired.

would you panic and hide?

don't go, you're half of me now.

we're going out in style.

let me give you my life.

so it finally came to pass.

the papers say it's doomsday.

i have wounds only you can mend.

i must've let them slip away.

for somebody i thought was my saviour you sure make me do a whole lot of labour.

and i know i was wrong, but i won't let you down.

i don't know what i'm supposed to do.

if our love ended, would that be a bad thing?

i wanna hold you like you needed then.

i know what you'll say.

breathe the air again, it's a beautiful day.

i'm just so tired to share my nights.

they're gonna tell you what you wanna hear, then they're gonna disappear.

living day after day like some primal animals.

the best of me was you.

when the world is silent and the days are long, just you and i, we'll be alive.

i wanna kiss you.

you better keep your head down.

i guess that's love.

why are you hanging on so tight to the rope that i'm hanging from?

so now i've gotta run so i can undo this mistake.

and we would live again in the simplest of ways.

but there you go again, saying everything ends.

i wanna fight, but i can't contend.

i am not the only traveler who has not repaid his debt.

we creep up on extinction.

if our love died, would that be the worst thing?

we made it on our own.

offer me that deathless death.

we would love again under glorious suns.

i know you're a smart man.

it's you that i hold on to.

it's not an act of love if you make her.

and here it is, our final night alive.

i can't seem to let myself leave you.

my church offers no absolutes.

but i promise you this, i'll always look out for you.

i wish this moment would stay with the earth.

as the earth burns to the ground, it's you that i lie with.

at least i've gotta try.

i used to feel it when i'd wake up.

i had it, almost.

i can't seem to not need to need you.

but you spent them with me.

with the freedom that comes with the truth.

it was heaven a moment ago.

brother i'll bet it all gold.

you make me do too much labour.

my feet are aching, and your back is pretty tired.

#prompts #rp prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #rp meme #sentence starters #inbox meme #the walking dead rp meme #twd rp meme #apocalypse rp meme #apocalypse sentence starters #apocalypse rp #tlou rp meme #inbox prompts #lyric prompts #lyric rp prompts #lyric sentence starters #deadprompts prompt

[actualbird]

i got the luke SR timely rescue and (SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!) i'll say it... he def knows some shit about rosa's parents like. the way he looked so nervous and changed topics when she was wondering aloud if her parents were doing a similar work luke does for the government? VERY SUS! I was kinda hoping he wouldn't bc I'm sick and tired of being lied to by him for the plot's sake but now I'm 100% sure he knows smth about her parents and has to keep it to himself

waah, congrats on timely rescue!!! when i started playing tot that was the regulay rotation SR i wanted the most (as in i wanted it before the game even rELEASED) and it took like, WAY TOO LONG TO ACTUALLY COME HOME LMAO

and YEAAAAA theres something v obviously going on with mc's parents that i assume luke either knows about and/or is directly linked to. it's been a while since i watched the card but i remember mc mentioning her dad was also rlly into shooting, and then theres in general just the whole "gone on a Top Secret Govt Research" which is exactly the same frigging excuse luke made about his own disappearance, very sus and my god, when will hyv release more deets about mc's parents JHAVFKJDSHFD it's been driving me nuts for ages and ages cuztherES SOMETHING THERE or at least it (whether intentionally or not) IS MADE TO LOOK LIKE SOMETHING IS THERE but i will be patient and wait for the story there to unfold naturally

and by "patient" i mean pacing back and forth in my braid 24/7

on the lying bit, it's not too surprising tbh taking into account the vague timeline of when SR Timely Rescue occurs. all of the regular SR cards take place pretty early on in the main story. if im remembering correctly, in timely rescue doesnt mc attribute luke's crazy good paintball shooting skills to him saying it was a "hobby" he picked up? like the govt work is known but not the NSB agent thing but if im wrong im v sorry, it's been like 10 months since ive watched this card JHVSKJDH. but yea if SR Timely Rescue does have that tidbit then yea, the card was set before main story 5 aka luke hasnt even fessed about the truth of his oWN JOB so it'd be absolutely way too early for him to even be thinking about fessing the truth on other ppl's involvement, esp ppl close to mc, since this is also the period of time hes still got it in his dumb pretty head that the best way to protect her is by keeping her in the dark

ridiculous and infuriating dude....//proceeds to kiss him passionately

oH WAIT theres another thing i remembered. in luke's bday event i distinctly remember mc mentioning that it was mc's parents who told her about His involvement in Top Secret Govt Project and thats why he could no longer come home for a long while.

i found that interesting, why did it have to go thru them specifically, sure, he couldve lied to them too and just wanted to tell them to tell her instead of him telling her directly because of his Overwhelming Guilt Of Hurting MC With His Absence but....idk idk idk maybe an implication that mc's parents, at that point, already knew that luke was doing nsb work? MANY THOUGHTS

but yea i wANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT MC'S PARENTS WHERE ARE THEY WHAT ARE THEY DOING AND LUKE! WHAT! DO! U! KNOW!!!

#so much to think about about this dude... #asks #anon

[hunting-songs]

MINI CHARACTER PLAYLIST: Senritsu Döne

SHARE AT LEAST FIVE SONGS THAT REMIND YOU OF YOUR MUSE, OR THAT YOU ASSOCIATE WITH YOUR MUSE’S CHARACTER ARC. Including lyrics is optional.

Karliene - The Unquiet Grave : Why does thou sit upon my grave, And will dead lips to speak? Why does thou weep upon my grave, And will not let me sleep? My breast it is as cold as clay, My breath is earthly strong, And if you kiss my cold clay lips, Your days they won't be long

Saltatio Mortis - Orpheus : Die Kraft meiner Lieder, Bringt Steine zum Weinen, Das Spiel meiner Saiten Lässt Nymphen erscheinen, Der Klang meiner Stimme Beschämt Vögel vor Neid, Hat dich aus den Fesseln Des Hades befreit, Der Klang meiner Stimme Beschämt Vögel vor Neid, Hat dich aus den Fesseln, Des Hades befreit, Komm und sing Für mich, Orpheus, sing Für dein Glück, Führ' Deine Liebe Ins Licht, Zurück Ins Licht zurück ,Komm und sing Für mich, Orpheus, sing Dein bestes Lied, Doch dreh dich nicht um, Was auch geschieht, Dreh' dich nicht um

The power of my songs makes Rocks cry, The playing of my strings lets Nymphs appear, The sound of my voice Makes birds ashamed out of envy, It has freed you from the chains Of the Hades, Come and sing for me Orpheus, sing for your happiness, Lead your love back to the light, Come and sing for me ,Orpheus, sing your best song, But don't turn around, Whatever happens Don't turn around

Saltatio Mortis- Spielmannsschwur : Der Strick, der uns bindet, Ist noch nicht geflochten, Der Knecht, der uns mordet, Hat noch nicht gefochten. Die Frau, die uns hält, Ist noch nicht geborn, Das haben alle Spielleut' geschworn. Wir sind wie der Wind, Man sperrt uns nicht ein, Wild und frei, So wollen wir sein. Kein Knast kann uns halten, Drum schenkt nochmal ein, Wir sind geboren, um Spielmann zu sein.

The noose that can bind us has not yet been braided, the servant who murders us has not fought yet. The woman who holds us is not born yet, so have all minstrels sworn. We are like the wind, we can't be locked up, wild and free, that's how we want to be. No jail can hold us so pour another yet again, we are born to be fiddlers.

Karliene - Far From Any Road : In the hushing dusk under a swollen silver moon, I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom, And strange hands halted me, the looming shadows danced, I fell down to the thorny brush and felt the trembling hands, When the last light warms the rocks, And the rattlesnakes unfold, Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones

JT Music (feat. Andrea Storm Kaden) - Dreaming of Me : I thought I was already at, The bottom of the bottle, But I never stopped sinking, Then I got washed up in a lost city, It's not pretty,  but I got a good feelin', That I'm gonna finally unpack all my baggage, Even if I'm in a sleepwalk, dreamin', I don't wanna know what's in the water, But it's gotta be toxic, And everybody's drinkin', On the brink of a mental collapse, Afflicted with dissonant madness, Wrapped up in tentacles, trapped In a prison or is it a passage? 'Cause whenever I'm closing my eyes, I'm letting her open my mind To look into the void, I don't have a choice So I hold my breath 'cause I'm goin' inside

And an extra, because this was kind of depressing; Schandmaul- der Teufel hat den Schnaps gemacht : Der Teufel hat den Schnaps gemacht Na und? Na und? Wer hat mich wohl hier her gebracht Na und? Na und? Mein Kopf passt nie durch diese Tür Na und? Na und? Wer ist nur diese Frau Auf deren Brüste ich hier schau?! Hip hip hurra die Humpen her Der Teufel kriegt uns nimmer mehr Humpen her hip hip hurra Wir saufen und wir sind noch da Hip hip hurra die Humpen her Der Teufel kriegt uns nimmer mehr Humpen her hip hip hurra Wir saufen und wir sind noch da

The devil invented Schnaps So what? So what? Who the hell even brought me here? So what? So what? My head won't fit through the door So what? So what? And just who's this woman' at who's breasts I am looking at??! Hip hip hurra to the steins The devil will never take us To the steins hip hip hurra We drink heavily and we're still here. Hip hip hurra to the steins The devil will never take us To the steins hip hip hurra We drink heavily and we're still here.

Tagged By: A little wildbirdie! Tagging: @bewitchingbaker @swxpped @katikis @rake-rake @ashestxashes @cvrseduzumaki AND YOU NUGGET!

#hunting-songs: headcanon #hunting-songs #*wipes out my medieval german metal albums* READY TO SUFFER? #I lied. the extra song is really not funny or happy at all if you know Senritsus backstory.

[randomfandomdrabbles]

Y’all remember that one person in the Hamilton fandom that pretended to have HIV?

Hivliving was her name and she was apparently a pathological liar. Anyone remember that? Who saw that unfold in real life? I’m curious because I’m just learning about it now.

#hamilton #hivliving #fandom drama #curious #I wanna know who watched her lies unfold

[primofate]

“Y/N is giving free hugs!” [Genshin High School AU]

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, gn!reader

Warnings: Not much, not proofread, taglist not updated

Notes: I know this is such a weird idea but if kissing booths and charity dates exist then....

Personal favourite in this work: ZHONGLI, DAINSLEIF, Thoma, Xiao

Summary: During the school festival, in order to attract more customers to your class’ cafe, the idea of giving free hugs came around. 

His friend had heard about it and came running to him, knowing that he has had the biggest crush on you since forever. “Y/N’s giving free hugs! Here, they’re on a schedule!” his friend shoves the flyer at him and he takes a look at it out of curiosity.

A few other students in your class are on schedule to give free hugs.

Your timeslot was 1:30 to 2:00 

Aether

“Ahaha...” Aether grips the piece of paper and feels as if he started to sweat bullets. He waves his hand and laughs it off. “It’s alright, I don’t really wanna bother them. They must be really busy already,” he concludes and passes the flyer back to Lumine. 

“Aether!” Lumine exclaimed. “There’s gunna be other people lining up for the hugs, you know that right?” She was exasperated, Aether could tell, and the more he thought about it the more he just didn’t want to pass up the opportunity, and so, he was in line by 1:40. 

He was jittery. And also, there were more people in line than he expected. He cowered behind the person in front of him, and kept leaving the line to line up again from the back. He was stupidly nervous and he didn’t even know why. “It’s just a hug, just a hug,” he kept repeating to himself, not realizing that he was moving up the line with all his overthinking, until--

“Aether,” His head snapped up and comes face to face with you who has a shy smile plastered on your face. “I didn’t know if you would come,” you fumbled with your fingers and Aether replies almost automatically. “Of course I would!” then realizes his mistake and tries to remedy it. “I-I mean! Lumine made me do it!”

He sees your face fall and he can’t explain the horror he feels when he hears you mumble a small. “Oh, okay,” while gazing at the floor. He doesn’t wait for you to open your arms, and instead he wraps you up in his and shuts his eyes tight in an attempt to quell his beating heart. “No. Sorry. I lied. I really wanted to do this, Lumine just gave me a push.” His grip around you is tight and you can feel him take in a slow deep breath. “Sorry, I’m just--I’m really--” 

really freakin’ nervous, what’s wrong with me? 

In the next moment, he releases you, face red and refusing to meet your gaze, half-waving “I’ll see you later, okay?” and he bolts out of there. 

But he bolts out of there with an incredibly loopy and wide grin on his face. 

Lumine just shakes her head and sighs while watching the whole thing unfold from afar. 

Albedo

Free hug...? Albedo thought. 

He didn’t really get the concept, it was rather...strange. He understood if one were selling something, or giving products or samples away for free, but a hug...It just didn’t seem like a good tactic. 

But he strangely found himself drawn to the idea, mostly because you were involved.

‘Y/N’s giving free hugs...’ and Albedo already knew that there would be other people in line. If that was the case, then, he wanted to at least give you the best hug. He takes his phone out, and searches on the internet for something that one wouldn’t think Albedo would ever search for.

“How to give the best hugs” He watches a video, reads an article, and places himself in line as if it was a battle he needed to win. 

“Y/N,” he nods at you when his turn comes and you’re thoroughly surprised he’s in the line. Shocked, even. “Albedo!” You can’t help but say out. It’s not that you were disappointed, it was...nice. To think that he wanted to be in line for you. 

Albedo had other plans though. He didn’t want to JUST be in line, he wanted to be the BEST in the line. So when he confidently wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him, the yelp that you let out is muffled. This hug is different. 

First off, it definitely lasts for a much longer time than the other ones. Second, his hands seem to know where to go, one around your waist and the one that crawls up to press your head further into him, it has you melting into a puddle. 

Then, like a snap, it was over. You’re left rather dumbfounded at the intimacy of it, but you weren’t complaining. You watch as Albedo gives you a small smile. “Thank you, Y/N,” and then simply walks away. 

You only snap out of it when you hear your classmates--also friends--giggle from the classroom door, them knowing that you’ve had a little crush on the smart guy for a small while now. You glare at them and bite the inside of your lip to control your flustered expression.

Why did he have to be so good at giving hugs?

Bennett

Bennett doesn’t think too much about it. But he doesn’t deny that he wants to get a hug from you too. He’s rather straightforward in an endearing way. His class was doing a mini haunted house, and as his crappy lucky would have it, he was on ghost shift at the same time as your free hugs time slot.

“Awe man,” he groans and tries to look for a classmate who would switch shifts with him. “Please!” he begged, but no one said yes, telling him that they also had plans set out already. 

Bennett was extremely bummed while doing his ghost shift, and to be honest, it didn’t seem like his scaring tactics were working. The class president noticed and Bennett didn’t know if this was bad or good luck, but he was pulled out of the scare team and put with the flyer team.

Bennett didn’t usually shirk on his responsibilities, but with a wide grin he grabbed the flyers and ran to your classroom, noting that it was now 1:58 pm. The class president didn’t say they couldn’t go to other classrooms to hand out flyers, so that’s exactly where he was going now! 

Those 2 minutes felt so quick to Bennett. He ran for his life but he still arrived late. 2:01 pm. Panting, flyers in hand, and looking at the line for free hugs from a totally different person now.

He missed your timeslot. 

“Bennett?” He hears your voice from behind him and he swerves around, still panting a little. “Are you ok?” You smile at him, a little concerned. 

“Y-Yeah, I’m just--” he sighs, and waves the flyers. “Just handing out flyers,” there’s a solemn look in his eyes and he decides to just brush it off for today. Just his bad luck, nothing new.

He stumbles the slightest bit back when you bump into him and wrap your arms around his middle. Bennett is stunned into silence, his mouth agape and looking at you who has your eyes closed just basking in his warmth. “U-Uh, Y/N?” 

“You just look like you needed a hug, Bennett,” you mumble a bit, before pulling away, a little embarrassed at what you did, but it was worth it, seeing Bennett’s flushed face. “I-I-I did! I really did! I came to get your free hugs but uh-- I was a little late and--”

“I don’t mind,” you cut him off and step away, preparing to go back to your classroom. “You can ask for free hugs anytime Bennett,” and with your tone of voice, gaze placed elsewhere instead of him, something told Bennett that this offer was solely for him, and he couldn’t be any happier that he was late today.

Chongyun 

“F-Free hugs?!”

Why? Is Chongyun’s first thought. How? Is his second. How could he line up there with no shame, telling literally everyone that he wanted to hug you? He just didn’t have the guts to do it, even if he knew there would be others lining up anyway, he’d always feel like all eyes were on him, probably whispering: ‘Oh that Chongyun was lining up for Y/N’s free hugs, did you see?’ and giggling while they’re at it. 

He doesn’t realize it but he collapses to a crouch on the floor while thinking about it, continuously thinking why the evil spirits would give him such an embarrassing opening to hug you and if he really should take the opportunity. 

“...What’re you doing, Chongyun?” Xingqiu, who had been the one to pass him the flyer, stares down at his best friend who was crouched down with a grim look on his face. Chongyun didn’t like getting flustered or embarrassed, but he unknowingly puts himself in those situations anyway. 

Xingqiu has to pull his friend up and get him back to his senses, then talks him into just lining up and doing the free hug. It takes a while, cause Chongyun overthinks a lot but once he’s in the line he feels like he’s shoved a dozen popsicles in his mouth and he’s slightly quivering with anxiety. 

He tenses up when he’s face to face with you, and likewise, you do too, not knowing what to make of the situation. You didn’t quite care for the other people in the line, but Chongyun...you’ve always found him adorable. 

In complete silence Chongyun steps up and gathers you in his arms. He’s dumbfounded, fireworks exploding in his mind the moment you’re bundled up against him. He doesn’t know what he expected but it is much better than what his secret daydreams have provided him with. 

This is all too real and he engraves it in his memory. Then after, he steps back, definitely embarrassed and unable to think for himself at the moment. “...You’re really warm,” and of course he has to blurt out the first thing that comes to his mind. You could only let out a small “Hm?” although you heard him clearly, but you were awkward like that as well, brain not working properly yet. 

Then, he waves his hands frantically around, “Nothing! I’ll go!” and he scampers off with an amused Xingqiu behind him. 

Dainsleif

Dainsleif was silent at the news. Did it help that he was a senior and you were a year below him? No. What would everyone think seeing a senior line up for free hugs? 

Well, let them think what they wanted to think, he thought. It was his last year in high school, he might as well make the most of it. He’s rather annoyed that there’s actually a line leading up to you, watching as you hug both guys and girls alike. The whole thing suddenly seemed weird to him, why did you have to give free hugs?? He understood it was some type of marketing tactic, but it irked him a great deal. 

“Is that...Dainsleif from class 3?” he heard someone fail at whispering quietly, his eyes darting towards two girls who huddled together. “Gosh, he’s so good-looking and he’s lining up for free hugs? Can I get one from him instead?” He nearly rolled his eyes when they giggled. 

He was painfully aware that the girls loved to dote on him, and he was running out of ideas to avoid them. 

You took a water break when it was Dainsleif’s turn, your head swerved away from him to drink from a bottle. When you turned your head back to the line, you nearly spit the water out at the sight of him. You gulped loudly “D-Dain!” 

He only smiles. A regal looking smile that was fit for a prince. He’d been eyeing you for a while now, and had gotten your number from an acquaintance. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he was somewhat courting you, you just never imagined a senior would take interest in lil ol’ you. 

He wordlessly beckons you over, even the way he does that is mature and you can’t help but be lured to him almost instantly. You hug him in a different way than you’ve hugged the others. It’s a hug that lulls your eyes closed and its a hug that’s safe and feels like a fireplace. When you close your eyes, it’s almost as if you’re taken some place else, just you and him cuddling in bed, under the feathery warmth of a blanket. Somewhere in your clouded and happy mind you thought you could hear some girls squealing. 

You feel him take a deep breath and dip down closer to your ear. “You know, even if this hug wasn’t free, I’d most likely still pay for it,” he has every capacity in him to make you turn into jelly in his arms. He knows it, but you’ve always been one to resist. You pull back, trying very hard not to give away that you’re beyond happy. “Idiot, come on, it’s the next person’s turn...”

He chuckles a little and walks away after saying, “I’ll pick you up after-school,”

Diluc

Diluc held back a very aggravated sigh. Why did you have to agree to things like this? It’s not that he owned you, the two of you weren’t even together, nor did you know that he felt a certain something for you, but WHY did you have to go ahead and give others the opportunity to hug you? 

Well, to your--and his--surprise, he was first in line, arms crossed, half-glaring at you and asked. “Was it your class president’s idea to do this?” You smiled a little and laughed nervously “Ahaha...Well...” 

And none other but your class president Kaeya appears nearby the two of you. “And if it is?” He grins at his brother, a glint in his eye that told Diluc he walked right into a trap. Kaeya winks at you, “See, Y/N? I told you he’d come,” 

Diluc holds back a grumble, trying to ignore the heat that was crawling up his cheeks. “Oh b-but, I think Diluc’s just here to see the cafe, Kaeya,” and to ask whose stupid idea this was, it seemed. Kaeya raises an eyebrow at you, wondering if you were just trying to play dumb, or didn’t want to admit to yourself that Diluc was actually into you. 

“Is that right, brother? I can show you to a table then,” Kaeya yet again passes the baton to Diluc who looked as if he might die from embarrassment any time soon. “I--” he looks at you, who was half-hopefully looking at him yet half-pretending you didn’t care. 

He suddenly coughs on his fist, a slight tinge of red on his cheeks. “I’m here...for the hug...” and a soft push on your back from Kaeya sends you stepping over closer to Diluc. You try not to think too much about it and wrap your arms around his torso, but your heart is just about to pop out from your chest.

Diluc is pretty much the same, he tries to keep a straight face, specially since Kaeya is watching and he just KNOWS that Kaeya has a shit-eating grin on his face right now. But, unexpectedly, Diluc hugs you back, and he hugs back with fervor. His arms around you squeeze the tiniest bit tighter for a few seconds, you don’t know if you imagine it but he seems to press his cheek atop your head, one of his thumbs already at a soothing up and down motion before his arms slowly loosen up and lets you go completely. 

There’s a few seconds of silence, before Kaeya breaks it, showing his phone to the two of you.

“Guess who commemorated the moment by snapping a photo?” 

Diluc doesn’t know if he wants to thank or kill Kaeya.

Gorou

“R-Really?” His eyes light up while scanning the flyer, and re-reads the whole thing once, twice and a third time just to make sure he didn’t get your timeslot wrong. 

“That’s cool, I’m alright though, do you guys wanna go?” Gorou asks his friends who nudged him with their elbows as a response. “Come on, you don’t need to pretend that you don’t wanna go, we all know you want to,” and he’s diminished into a laughing and blushing mess just like that. He was so bad at acting innocent in front of people who knew him well.

When he got in line, he was only a few people back and reached you in no time. “Hey Y/N,” he smiled, scratching the back of his head bashfully. “Hi,” You responded, equally shy. 

Gorou was a hardworking member of his class and you sort of liked to admire him from afar. 

Without prompting, you lift your arms up, scuttling towards him and wrapped your arms around him. His arms automatically wraps around your back instead of your waist and he can’t conceal his overly happy smile for everyone to see. It was tempting to hug you, just like how it was tempting to squish a marshmallow. 

Gorou was lost in his thoughts of how the two of you were in an intimate tangle of arms. They’re so close to me! Gorou thinks to himself, panicking a little yet getting giddy at the same time. 

And they fit perfectly in my arms! Gorou promises that he won’t forget this, but it’s over all too soon and his face falls just as easily when you step away. Still, he stands there just looking at you, as if not wanting to get out of the line. You shyly laugh and peer around him to look at the people waiting, Gorou seemed to have stopped working. Then, one of his friends who was watching from the sidelines, cups his hand near his mouth and helps Gorou out. 

“Gorou, you can line up again for seconds!” 

“Wha-?” You couldn’t help but let out, not believing that Gorou would want to do that. Gorou suddenly looked as if he was in conflict with himself. Like he didn’t want to admit it but also didn’t want to pass up the chance.

So, with his ears red and his face flaming, he leaves the line, only to line up from the back again. 

Itto

“Hell yes! I’m lining up early!” He was there at 1:20. Your classmate noticed him just standing around outside the classroom, and approached him. “Um, can I help you?” Itto blinked and turned towards the girl in uniform, he grins. “I’m here for the free hugs!” 

Your classmate Kyoko points at a line near the wall, there was free hugs going on, being given by your other classmate, Akira. “The line’s over there?” Kyoko stated rather unsurely. Itto glances at the line and scoffs, waving his hand. “No not him! I’m here for Y/N!” He beams as if it was the best news ever and Kyoko finally understands. “Oooohhh, you’re forming an early line,” and she somehow grins, amused at the fact that this person was THAT eager to get his hugs from you.

“You betcha! So I’m first in line! You better remember that!” Kyoko takes note of it and returns to the classroom to tell you--who was still on cafe shift--that someone was already waiting to get hugs from you. “That tall guy over there, see?” Kyoko tries to point through the crowd of people, and you instantly recognize Arataki Itto out there. 

“O-Oh,” You’re a little flustered. Not expecting anyone to be waiting already. Kyoko nudges you a little and takes the plate off your hands with a small wink. “You know what, why don’t you give him some special attention? I’ll take this order,” You’re pushed out of the classroom before you can even complain and Itto perks up at the sight of you.

“Y/N!” you can definitely see that he’s raring to go and you don’t know what to make of it. He was so enthusiastic! 

“You’re...10 minutes early, Itto,” you tell him and he only puffs his chest out. “I know! Just making sure I’m here first,” and pushes a thumb to his chest as if to emphasize it. 

“Uhm well, would you like a hug first then?” You offer and he scoops you in immediately. He seemed to be such a burly and tough guy but his hug was as soft as a cloud. Like getting invited into bed and just wanting to fell asleep on it. It was a contrast of both strong yet gentle, you could definitely feel how toned his arms were, for an average high school kid, yet he didn’t overly squeeze you to death--though it did seem like he was holding back on that a little.

And his hand, he was doing this rubbing up and down motion on your back that just made you oh-so comfortable and snug. Who knew Arataki Itto’s hugs would feel like this?

He glances at his watch. It’s 1:22 pm. “So, I can keep you for the rest of the 8 minutes till someone else comes, right?”

“Huh?!” You don’t know how to answer him, startled by his honest question. He wasn’t joking as well, he had a serious look on his face and doesn’t let you go as he peers down at you with curiosity in his eyes. 

Then, he answers for you, “Awe man, I shoulda come earlier then,”

Kaeya

“Oh?” Kaeya snatches the piece of paper away from his friend and chuckles to himself, already scheming something evil and tricky up his sleeve. 

He’ll show you what a REAL hug is, all the other people in line are just extras. Examples of what a bad hug was. 

He’s not the slightest bit embarrassed nor shy about lining up. He didn’t think for one second that this was strange, he just took it as a great opportunity given to him by the kind Gods. 

“And how’s my favourite person faring?” Kaeya asks you when he gets to the front of the line. He’d always been rather flirtatious, but it was a little different with you. There was always a trace of genuineness. 

“Not bad,” you reply with a shrug and a smile. Kaeya chuckles. “I’ll bet all these people haven’t given you a proper hug, hm?” He’s so smug about it and you can’t really imagine what he has in store. What exactly is a proper hug? In your mind, a hug was a hug, simple and straightforward. Arms around each other and holding each other for a short while. Possibly giving the two people hugging a quick dose of oxytocin--the feel happy hormone.

But, with Kaeya, you always needed to have your wits about you. He’s standing in front of you, and in the next second, he moves around and his arms wrap around you from behind, merging across your stomach. You can feel his chest pressed up your back and his lips is inches away from your ear. “Anyone give you a back hug yet?” he whispers and you pray that he can’t see the goosebumps that appear on your neck.

Damn him. You think, completely caught off guard and trying to ignore the fact that this was blatant and intimate display of affection in the school hallways. Well, Kaeya wasn’t wrong, this was still considered hugging. “Kaeya...” You half-threaten, half-whine at him a little, a plea for him to stop embarrassing you--not that you didn’t like it, you just weren’t expecting it. Plus, the people in the line were starting to stare and were also a little dumbfounded by his hugging style.

Still, you can’t help but keep thinking of how his chest feels firm against your back. His arms secure around you and how his breath touches your cheek. You only secretly wished that this was done in private--you try to shake those thoughts off, knowing that if you kept thinking about it, it would show on your face.

Kaeya had thought ahead of the possibility that someone in the line would mimic him, and he had purposely come late because of that. He looked at his watch and happily exclaimed to the rest of the people lining up. “I’m afraid that’s time’s up everyone! You can leave the line now!” 

He had such a satisfied expression on his face watching the people pout and leave, but he still did not let you go, and you could only sigh and shake your head at his self-confidence.

Kazuha

“I see,” he nods at the information given to him and although he’d like to think he wasn’t too tempted by the idea, he still finds himself sauntering over to your classroom and standing in line close to 1:50 pm.

“A hug would be pleasant,” he finally admits to himself as he gets closer and closer. He sort of understands, actually, why all these people would line up for a free hug. Even if it wasn’t you, he passed by earlier and saw that there was someone else offering free hugs, and the lines were still existent. 

Perhaps teenage guys and girls was just happy with the prospect of hugging someone, whether or not they had a crush on that person. It was a strange thing to consider “fun”, but it actually was for a few people.

“Y/N,” he respectfully greets you with a short nod of his head. Your shoulders perk up at the sight of Kazuha. “Hey,” you greet him back and try your best to treat him like any of your other hugs. 

Your arms encircle his middle, but unlike the others, he doesn’t hug you back flush against him. He has an arm lazily around your waist and the other is placed on your elbow, allowing a bit of distance in the hug, yet his face is still close enough for him to just lean in and accidentally touch your cheeks with his lips. 

He doesn’t though, and instead silently smiles and observes your expression. You’re a little unclear of what he’s doing. “Kazuha?” You look back at him, blinking a little, wondering if he actually didn’t like hugs. “Hm?” he answers and then in the next second, sort of understands in his mind what you’re trying to ask.

“Ah, rather than the hug, I simply like to observe your many wonderful facial expressions, Y/N,” and he can’t help but think that the stunned yet lovely look on your face is exactly why he came.

The hug was just a big plus. 

Razor

“Mm...” He squints at the piece of paper, then returns it to his friend. He doesn’t say anything about it for the rest of the time, just enjoying the school festival with his friends as normal. 

Buying snacks, doing some carnival-like games such as toss the ring and shoot the cans. But, at some point, his friends look around and find that he’s nowhere to be found. 

“Hey, where’d Razor go?”

“I thought he was with you guys?”

He was hiding round the corner of your classroom, peeking around to see if there was a long line. While the line wasn’t exactly long, it was still there and he contemplated for a moment on what to do. Uncomfortably shifting his weight around while he decided on it.

That hug just sounded so great, and when would he get another chance?! Still, would it be annoying for you to get hugged by so many people? He didn’t want to add on to that load anymore. And what would you think of him? Well, there were others in the line, but, arrghhhh! He probably wasn’t anyone special in your eyes anyway. So he finally came away from his hiding place and just put himself in the line. 

You spot him when he gets a little closer and you don’t even deny that you anticipate his turn more than the others’. You secretly bite your lip, glancing at his silver hair every now and then until, finally, he’s right in front of you. 

Aside from the quick hi and hello he hasn’t held a proper conversation with you and you hadn’t held a proper conversation with him. You were in the same club though, so the occasional shy smile was given here and there. 

“Mm...” He starts, unsure of what to do when you just stand and ruminate about the small times that you’ve interacted. With the others, you hugged them and they left. Quick and easy. With Razor, it wasn’t a crime to take a little bit more of his time, was it?

Other than that, your mind just suddenly went blank and you ended up shuffling over to him quietly, as if asking him to hug you instead of you to him. “??” He had a confused look on his face, lifted his arms and it hovered at your sides, but then froze for some odd reason. The two of you were just a sudden bundle of nerves, until you just braved through it and hugged him, he welcomes you into his arms just as you did and its the most perfect feeling in the world for him, like that one perfect last bite of food that you get, making him almost burst with emotion.

The two of you step away from each other and give an awkward smile after a few seconds. “See you around...” you mumble and Razor nods, about to move away, but something in him compels him to be a little bit braver today. “T-Talk to you tomorrow,” 

It was such a simple statement, and he might not have meant anything by it at all. But still, it warmed your heart to know that he was, in the least, expecting to interact with you tomorrow.

Scaramouche

“So?” Scaramouche scoffs and throws the paper back at his friend. “Hurry up you baboons or they’re gunna run out of grilled squid,” there’s a snarl on his face, not wanting to miss out on the popular school festival snack. 

But when the clock was about to strike 1:30, he turned towards his friends and said. “I’m gunna go look for a drink,” while his friends were in the middle of eating. His friends looked at each other while Scaramouche walked away, and they all grinned.

“He’s lining up isn’t he?”

“Told ya he would, pay up, guys,” 

Scaramouche leisurely walked around the school halls by himself. He can’t quite remember where your classroom is. But it didn’t matter, he had ten minutes to look for it and it shouldn’t be too difficult to spot. Sure enough, after five minutes, he’s spotted your classroom and he places himself first in line for a hug. 

He didn’t lie. He did buy a drink on his way to your classroom, and he took a swig of it just before you came out. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was possibly just trying to drink down his nerves. 

When you see each other, the two of you take a moment to just blink at each other. You were really wondering if Scaramouche was in line for a hug from you. “Are you...in the right place?” You try to politely ask. He glares at you and crosses his arms over his chest with a slight huff. “Do you really think I’d get lost?” 

You open your mouth again to say something, but ended up closing it realizing that you were speechless. He grins and stretches one arm out to motion you closer. “Well, where’s that hug?” 

Why was he so smug? You wanted to ask, but you bite your tongue and remind yourself this was Scaramouche. A Scaramouche who wanted a free hug from you. You step closer and just awkwardly wrap your arms around him. However, he surprisingly takes you into his arms and melds with you almost perfectly. It’s the right amount of grip. The kind that said I’m not letting you go but one that also somewhat said I’ve been waiting for this. 

Then, he turns his head the slightest bit towards his back to look at the line that formed behind him. He smirks and exclaims, “Get lost, the lot of you, I’m staying here for 30 minutes,” just as his arm around your middle tightens. 

He’d be damned to let anyone else hug you, even if he hadn’t even gotten close to confessing his feelings. 

Tartaglia

“Interesting!” Tartaglia chuckles and notes down the time. He’s shamelessly first in line, looking back at the slowly forming one behind him. He’s jealous that you were going to get a lot of attention, and when Tartaglia was jealous, it would show.

“Y/N~” He calls out to you when you take your place in front of him. His sweet smile is nearly menacing. Tartaglia doesn’t wait for your hug, he’s the one who moves in and cradles you in his arms, like you’re a fragile piece of glass that might break if he was too harsh. 

Your scent might be driving him mad, and he just now realizes that he might actually be more addicted to this than he first thought. He’s never been this close to you, and he couldn’t imagine not being able to be this close again. Other than that, he was just going to give this away to other people too? The people in the line would be able to feel the way he does, would be able to be close to you like he was now.

He couldn’t let that happen. No way.

So, he pulled away, smiled at you and saluted for good measure. “Sorry in advance for this, Y/N, and sorry to your class too!” He had shouted the last part for good measure, so that your classmates would hear him and would know what was going on, whereas you had no idea what was about to transpire.

Then, he picks you up by the waist and hoists you up to his shoulder as if you’re a sack of potatoes and starts running full speed away. “Bye bye everyone!” happily exclaiming that he was not going to let you do the free hugs, giving your class a splitting headache at the aftermath he left and you thumping on his back trying to get him to put you down.

Safe to say, he doesn’t, and he gives you back to your class only at 2:00, where he kneels in front of your class president and comically bows to say sorry.

Only, he really wasn’t, and he’d gladly do it again if it meant keeping others off of you.

Thoma

“Are they really?” There’s a half-surprised and half-concerned tone in his voice. He just hoped you weren’t forced into it and hoped that anyone lining up for you would be respectful about their hugs. Some people just took that as an opportunity to do weird things.

It was mostly that premise that lead him to check on you. He only came by when your timeslot was over, right exactly at 2:00. When you met eyes, you approached him to say hi. “Hey, just checking on you,” he smiled a smile that was so charming and sincere. 

“Me?” You tilted your head, wondering what he meant. “Aha, yeah, the free hugs and all, nothing weird happened, did it?” You blinked at him, it was so typical for Thoma to get worried, your heart might have cracked a bit at how sweet he could be. “No, nothing, and if something weird did happen I’d speak up about it, so no worries,” you laughed a little and waved his concerns off.

He sighed a little “Good,” 

Though, you were a little curious as to why he cared so much. Did he check on the others as well, or was it just you? You were very tempted to ask but it felt a little presumptuous to do so. “...Would you like one?” You ask, averting your gaze for a moment.

“Huh?” He says, slightly surprised. “A free hug, would you like one?” You look at your watch. It’s still 2:00. “I’m technically still on shift...” you put your hands behind your back, holding them together and wondering what the hell you were saying. You were a hundred percent sure he wasn’t here for that, but you were surprised when he laughed.

“Ah, well, I was actually hoping to sneak one in,” and now he was flustered too, a bit of red at the tip of his ears and a pink dusting his face, but he was still so honest with it. 

He opens his arms and hovers it around you, “Is it okay?” he wanted to confirm before doing it and you just nodded. It ended up with his arms snaked around you, your cheek pressed against his shoulder. You were terrified that he could feel your heart beating loudly, but he was equally terrified that you might hear the same thing. 

The world stops around you, like the stillness of a night, just before you fall into a world of dreams. You feel as if you can’t enjoy the hug in its fullest, largely because all you can hear in your head is Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God and just like that, it was over as he steps away with a diffident yet charming smile. “I’ll be heading back to my classroom then,” he waves and starts at a jog back.

You let out the dreamy sigh that you were holding in. How could one be so gentlemanly and handsome at the same time?

Venti

“Ehe! I better get in line then!” He certainly gets in line, but in reality, he doesn’t care for it much. Why? Because he still hugged you whenever he wanted to anyway. 

So in reality, he merely got in line so he could come face to face with you, and complain about how cruel you were.

“Guess who’s here, Y/N!” he winks at you and crosses his arms over his chest, jutting his chin out proudly. “It’s your favourite hugger! Was a bit late in the line, but here I am!” 

You can’t really tell what Venti wants from you, he was a little hard to read. Was he being serious? Was he playing around? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You had learned to just play along with it. 

Your classmates thought that he liked you, quite a lot. Just that you were in a state of not really believing it. “Hah? But he’s being quite aggressive in chasing after you, Y/N,” one of your classmates had said one time, when Venti came around to your class looking for you and asking to spend time with his “precious” Y/N. You just...didn’t know if you should take him seriously with how straightforward he was being.

“I admit I’m, the littlest, tiniest bit upset though, Y/N,” Venti starts, but he’s still smiling as if he’d won the lottery. “Didn’t think you’d cheat on me behind my back, giving this many people hugs for free,” 

“Cheat on--?! Venti we aren’t even dating,” 

He looks at you blankly, then tilts his head. “We aren’t?” You nearly face palm and was an inch close to losing your patience. “How-How are we? You’ve never even asked me out...” You mumble the last part and the people who were still in line start to get antsy about waiting for Venti to finish his conversation with you. 

“Ehe~ Ah, sorry, Y/N, but anyway, give me that hug first,” he spreads his arms out wide, like he’s about to take flight and you begrudgingly walk into his arms. “Mmmmm~” He lets out just as he wraps his arms round your shoulders, as if he’s eaten something delicious, liquefying at your touch and letting out a laugh again. “Perfect~ Alright now let’s go on a date!” 

Perhaps he didn’t really HAVE to ask you out. Perhaps it was time to really listen to Venti’s actions rather than his words.

Xiao

“Not interested,” he would grumble lowly and walk away from his friend, telling him to keep the flyer and that he’s looking for something more worthwhile to do, like going to that stall selling tofu desserts. 

Besides, he also had a shift at 9:00 to 2:00 at his own class. They were doing a fairy tale cafe, and much to Xiao’s annoyance, he was picked to wear the prince costume while serving customers. What kind of dumb idea was that? He thought to himself and even denied to wear the costume, but was roped into it in the end when the whole class voted on him to wear it. 

It was a regal white and green garb, and he was told he looked absolutely stunning in it. 

He didn’t care how nice it looked, he just wanted it off as soon as possible.

Still, in the spirit of the school festival, he did as told and wore it while serving food and taking orders. 

“Xiao! The orders are slowing down now, so you can take your break a little early,” the class president said and Xiao immediately turned to the classroom clock. It was 1:55. 

He froze in his spot and he had no idea whatsoever why his mind instantly flew to the fact that he still had 5 minutes to try and catch your free hugs time slot. He stood there contemplating on it, the class president just starting at him and wondering why Xiao was intensely looking at thin air. 

If I go now... Xiao thought. If I go now, I can still make it! But... But... I can’t. I can’t just stroll up there and ask for a hug! That’s...stupid! The idea is stupid.

But then he thought about how you had probably given so many others a hug by now and here Xiao was...passing up the once in a lifetime chance to get one too. Still, he shakes his head and nearly growls under his breath at his unreasonable train of thoughts. “It’s just a hug...” he mumbles and convinces himself it’s no big deal.

But at 1:58 he finds himself bolting towards your classroom, still in his prince garb. He arrives just as the last person in the line finishes his hug with you and he could see the shock in your eyes when you see him running towards you at full speed. You yelp a little as Xiao stops right in front of you, slightly out of breath.

You take a closer look at how handsome he looks in the white and green princely attire. He really looked as if he was from another world. “Xiao, it looks really good on you,” you knew that it wouldn’t have looked that good on anyone else.

Xiao is confused what you mean, until he realizes in horror that he had ran all the way here in the prince garb. “I-I’m doing...promotion for my class cafe!” he tries to cover up and you wholly believed it. “Ah! It must be a fairy tale cafe! That sounds cute! Ours is just a normal one specializing in cakes, would you like to have a seat and try?” 

He shakes his head vigorously and refuses. “I’m not here for that!” 

“Then...?” You trail off, until you connect the dots a little, a lightbulb going on in your head. “Oh! Did you want a free hug?” 

You could swear that Xiao’s nearly sputtering out his answers. Out of anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. “N-No you idiot, I’m... I was........Forget it!” His white cape swishes with him as he turns and prepares to stomp away. 

“Oh! Uhm, but! I’d like a hug from the prince!” 

“Hah?!” Xiao swerves around again to look at you as if you’re crazy. You laugh a little, and quite literally throw yourself at him. He stumbles back only a slight bit and his mind is going haywire because your soft body is pressed up against his. However, it was over before he could even wrap his arms around you. “What--” he protests and grabs your wrist to pull you back in, earning a small yelp from you and what a sight it must be for the other students watching. 

A prince getting lost in the nape of your neck, you’re surprised at how intimate the act is. Rather than a hug, this felt as if he was caressing every fiber in your body, you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, can feel his hand press on your hand, melding you further into him. Can feel all of you being enveloped with him...and then, he was gone. 

He’s turned away from you before you could catch a glimpse of his beet-red face, “I’m going,” and he gallantly left.

Xingqiu

“Hmmm...” He puts a hand to his chin, thinking face on. “I suppose it would be good use of my time,” Chongyun looks at him suspiciously. “Waiting in line is good use of your time...?” 

He thinks Xingqiu talks eloquently just to mask the fact that he actually wants to do mundane things. Xingqiu chuckles a little at his friend. “Waiting in line for Y/N, is good use of my time,” Xingqiu specified and then...he thought about it a bit more. 

He changed his mind. 

“Actually, dear friend, you’re right, perhaps we should do something else to enjoy the school festival rather than waiting in line,” Xingqiu says and beckons for Chongyun to follow him, who only raises his eyebrows and ends up walking around the school festival in their free time, up until they had to go back to their own stall or classroom.

It was way past 2:00 when Xingqiu comes to your classroom. It’s just about cleaning up time, the school festival coming to an end. Still, he elegantly stands at your classroom door and waves at you, seeing you cleaning up inside. You excuse yourself from your team members for a moment, saying you’ll just be a minute and meet him at the door. 

“Xingqiu?” You query, knowing that he should be busy cleaning up his own classroom as well. Xingqiu clears his throat and seemed to be biding his time to say something. “I heard that you were generously giving free hugs today,” You blink at him, your head tilting sideways a little at what he was trying to say. You slowly nod your head. “Mmhmm, that’s right,” 

“Well,” Xingqiu straightens up. “I was contemplating on coming by... but I concluded it’d be better to just ask you for one, once you’re less busy,” 

He came to ask for a hug. You try to wrap your head around that but you’re quite tongue-tied. “...Oh, so, uhm, right now?” Your eyes darted around the hallways. There was no one around solely because they probably were cleaning their classrooms up too. 

“Precisely,” Xingqiu concludes and lifts his arms up a bit in preparation for it. You saunter over and the whole feeling is totally different.

No one was watching. It was quite literally just you and him. As you move forward into his arms, you gulp a little. The silence was not unsettling. The scene was rather elegant, with the sun setting outside there were hues of orange painting the walls where the rays entered through the windows.

And there the two of you were, painted in orange light as well, arms at each other’s backs as if holding on to a memory you didn’t want to let go of. You pull away only a little, to look at his face which has mellowed out, gaze gentle and soft. “Is that... alright?” You ask, and he smiles tenderly. 

“Magnificent,” he breathes out a reply and he had wanted so much, at that moment, to touch your face, but he releases and retracts away from you before the temptation hit. He was not in the place to do that yet.

But he was determined to, someday. 

Zhongli

“Is that so?” Zhongli reads the flyer carefully, even taking note of what time your other classmates will be giving hugs. He smiles a little. “It’s a fine idea. However...It’d be better for me if I asked them for one directly, rather than lining up like the others,”

It’d be more sincere, he thought. And Zhongli was very thorough with his plans and decisions. He wouldn’t line up like the rest of them, he wanted any hug from you to be proper, and not just because it was “free” and for marketing purposes. 

So, the school festival goes on as normal. Him staying with his class and you with yours, up until he gets break time. None of his friends are on break though, so he roams the school festival by himself for the first half of his break and his friends would join him later.

During that time, as he’s looking at a goldfish scooping game, he manages to catch sight of you and walks over to politely say hello. “Y/N, how is everything?” he asks and nods his head towards your friends as well. 

By some magical spell, your friends tell you--with a glint in their eyes--that they want to check out a particular stall and they’ll be back soon. You give them a pointed look, knowing what they were trying to do. 

Zhongli knew as well, but he was thankful for that and threw your friends a grateful smile.

“The cafe’s doing alright, I’m on break,” you reply, moving your hands behind your back so that he wouldn’t see how jittery they were. “Mm, your class serves wonderful cakes, I heard,” and the two of you engage in the small talk that Zhongli always starts off with. 

“And I heard you were giving free hugs,” he finally gets to his point and you laugh nervously. “Ahaha... That, it was to attract more people to come to the cafe, I doubt it worked too well though, I mean, who would want to get a hug from me, right?” You say that, though there were actually a few people in your line, and it originally shocked you.

Zhongli is genuinely confused, because he truly thinks that getting to hug you is some sort of gift. “...The idea is quite good,” Zhongli says and you peer at his gaze, then look away somewhere else. “You say so... but if you didn’t come then it must not be all that great of an idea, right?” 

He’s taken aback. Were you...upset? He didn’t expect for you to come right out and say something like that, but it brings a chuckle to his lips and a kind smile to his face, glad that you’d shown him some type of affection towards him. “Forgive me, I was... under the impression that showing up would be insincere,” 

“...Insincere...?” You repeat and he clears his throat. “I meant, that I’d like to enjoy your hugs, only if you would genuinely like to give me one, not because I was in line and you had to,” 

Your heart immediately jumps to your throat at the statement, and you’re pretty sure he’s rendered you speechless. However, he saves you by putting a hand out. In the middle of the hustle and bustle of the school festival, he asks, “If you’d like to give me one now...I’ll be happy to receive it,”

It’s almost automatic, how your hand places atop his palm and he twines your fingers together, pulling you in gently. He releases your hand and guides it around him, then snakes his around you, a content sigh leaving his lips. 

He hasn’t let go, arms strong on all sides, enclosing you in a piece of heaven. His voice is deeper with your ear pressed against his chest. “See now, isn’t this better?” his chest rumbles and you can’t help but smile at how right he is. 

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[one-more-offbeat-anthem]

after the credits

to thirteen years of cas and of the greatest love story ever told...an empty rescue fic for y’all :) 2.3k,  read on ao3 here

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After a while, Castiel gets tired of watching. He’s practically dreaming all the time, but he’s so tired.

Eternal sleep is not restful.

He can’t leave the Empty, but he manages to mold it, with his mind, into a theater. He went to one once, with Dean, and there are probably nicer theaters, like those for plays and operas, but this movie theater is right for him. If he concentrates, he can almost smell burnt, buttery popcorn and spilled soda and old carpet, and Dean right next to him, aftershave and car oil and whiskey.

Almost.

The scenes unfold in a memorable order, because they’re Cas’s own memories. At first, he tried to jump in, alter the scene, but he’s powerless. So, like clockwork, he watches. He’s saving Dean in hell. He’s being stabbed in the chest by the same man he raised. He’s asking Dean to get answers from Alastair and then almost getting the grace pressed out of him. He’s slamming his palm onto a bloody sigil. He’s--

Everything, all of his twelve years on earth, pass by, over and over and over again.

Right now, it’s an early scene, not far into the cycle. It’s not one of his favorites, because he can see the expression on his face, remembers exactly how he felt. Remembers that he he was feeling at all.

“That was a pretty awkward kiss, huh?”

Cas turns sharply at the sound of Dean’s voice. Of course, Dean does talk in this scene, before he kisses Anna. But this Dean is sitting next to him, frowning at the screen.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Cas says.

“I know.”

Chances are this is just the Empty trying to mess with him. Last week a random trashcan showed up in his theater. Or maybe it was last year, or a millenia ago, or five minutes from now. Time is weird.

They keep watching in silence. On the screen, in the memory, Cas’s head jerks away from the sight of Dean and Anna kissing. The scene flips then, to a park at night, Anna right in front of Cas, no Dean in sight.

“For the first time, I feel...” Memory-Cas says.

“It gets worse,” Anna warns.

“So your first feeling….” Dean starts.

“It was something.” Cas can’t look at him. The scene on-screen changes.

Dean, to his merit, doesn’t press.

The memories progress through the year they spent trying to stop the apocalypse, the year that ended with Sam diving into the pit and Dean going off to Lisa’s. Then through Cas starting to work with Crowley, a conversation that happened right behind Dean without his knowledge.

On-screen, Cas is watching Dean rake leaves. The expression on his face is nearly mournful. After a moment, Crowley steps into view.

“Ah, Castiel. Angel of Thursday. Just not your day, is it?” Crowley says.

“What are you doing here?” Memory-Cas asks.

“I want you to help me help ourselves.”

“Speak plain.”

Crowley smirks. “I want to discuss a simple business transaction. That’s all.”

“You want to make a deal? With me? I’m an Angel, you ass. ”

The scene flips again.

“Is there a way to pause this?” Dean asks.

Cas shakes his head. “It just does this, on a loop. I can’t sleep. The Empty won’t let me.” He puts a hand on the armrest between them. “I forced the theater up, to make it better.”

“It looks a lot like that theater we went to once.”

“I know.” Cas stares at Dean for a moment, looks away.

Many of these scenes are things Dean knows of. Cas works with Crowley, gets locked in a ring of fire, feels his chest seize up as Dean looks back for a moment. Watches the Leviathans lead him to a lake. They meet again on porch steps, Cas unable to remember who he is but still able to figure out that Dean is important. Cas gets his memories back, takes on Sam’s hell trauma. They go to Purgatory, Cas stays behind. It’s like clockwork.

Until.

“I don’t remember that,” Dean says slowly, watching himself die on the screen. “You never--you’ve never killed me.”

“Yes and no.” Cas knows what’s coming next--he’s going to kill Dean thousands of times. Each one is the same, with Cas in tears as these copies, mock-ups of Dean struggle, beg and plead, tell him not to. Each time, Naomi makes him do it again.

Until, finally, he doesn’t hesitate.

And she says he’s ready.

As they watch that scene in the crypt unfold, with the real Dean at Cas’s mercy, Dean leans forward, putting his elbows on his thighs and propping his chin in his hands. “You lied.”

“Hm?”

“You said you didn’t know what broke the connection.” Dean twists his head to look at Cas. “But you did.”

“I did,” Cas assents.

They watch Cas ride cross-country on a bus, pulling out his phone and almost calling Dean over and over again.

“Is there a way that we can see some of my memories?” Dean asks.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”.

Dean shrugs. “Well, I am here, and you figured out how to make a friggin movie theater, so I think I can do it.”

The image on the screen shudders, coalesces, breaks into a million pieces and then reforms. Dean is standing on the edge of a lake, picking up Cas’s coat, still covered in Leviathan goo. “You dumb son of a bitch,” Memory-Dean mutters, wrapping up the coat in his arms.

The scene flickers again--the coat in those same hands, moving from car to car to car, and then being passed to Cas. “I always knew you’d come back ,” Memory-Dean says. It’s a soft scene, almost, but then it flips to Dean seizing a monster’s collar in purgatory. He’s covered in blood and grime as he shoves the monster up against a tree, practically growling, “Where’s the angel?”

Even after the monster answers, Dean guts him.

It’s a cycle. The memory blurs through sleepless nights, through Dean stepping into streams to pray, prayers Cas knows well. It pushes past Cas letting go of Dean’s arm in the portal, and here’s something else new: Dean sees Cas on the side of the road, sees him outside the window while it pours down rain, sitting bolt upright at the phantom sight of Cas’s face.

“Why are you here?” Cas finally asks. This must really be Dean, after all. The Empty wouldn’t know these things, wouldn’t be able to dream them up. They’re too good, too honest.

“To bring you home.” Dean kicks the back of the seat in front of him, leans back in his own chair.

“I can’t go home.”

“You should.” The scene on screen rapidly changes--it’s Dean as he looks now, carrying a little boy on his back. The little boy is blonde, round-faced, holding onto Dean’s neck for dear life, laughing as Dean swings around.

“Is that--” No, it can’t be.

“Yep. He’s four, you know.” Dean clears his throat. “He misses you.”

“I wish I could have gotten to say good-bye.” Cas trails off.

“Come home. Then you never have to say it.”

Cas shakes his head. On the screen, Dean is reading to Jack, Jack following the words with a chubby finger. “It would be...awkward.”

“How?” Dean raises an eyebrow. “We’re family, dude. Jack misses you, Sam misses you, and Eileen’s been hanging around, and me…” Dean clamps his mouth shut.

That’s why.

“Things aren’t going to be the same. Not after…” Cas takes a deep breath. “What I said. We won’t be able to ignore it.”

“Then we won’t.”

“Dean--”

“You don’t know?” Dean’s eyebrows furrow. “You don’t know. Okay. I, uh…” The screen turns black.

“You what?” Cas is almost afraid to know.

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

The blackness unfurls into Billie’s library, Dean standing in front of her. They’re clearly in the middle of a conversation.

“What do you want me to say?” Memory-Dean asks. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t matter. ”

“Don’t you?” Billie replies.

“I couldn’t save Mom. I couldn’t save Cas. I can’t even save a scared little kid. Sam keeps trying to fix it, but I just keep dragging him down. So I’m not going to beg. Okay, if it’s my time, it’s my time.”

“Dean--” Cas starts, but Dean just looks at the floor, like he’s trying to avoid this.

“You really believe that,” Billie says. “You wanna die.”

“When was this?” Cas asks, speaking over the rest of Billie’s statement.

“It was...right before we, uh, got the call from you. That you were back.” Dean leans his head all the way up, looks at what would be the movie theater’s ceiling, if it wasn’t in the void. “I had a bad time. I…I would show it to you. But I don’t want you to see me like that. I held it together enough to wrap your body and burn it…”

“Hunter’s funeral.”

“Only kind I know how to do.” Dean swallows, audibly. “I’m doing what I can now. Having Jack to take care of, and Eileen around, too, helps. But it’s…” He finally looks at Cas again. “Please let me take you home. Please come home with me.”

Cas would do anything for Dean Winchester. He has done anything for him before. So he will grant him this, at least the illusion, because Cas knows he can’t leave the Empty. He’s trapped here for eternity.

He takes Dean’s hand.

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There is a little boy crawling on him.

“Daddy,” the boy says, poking his face, “I know you’re awake.”

“Jack,” Dean says, from somewhere up above, “Cas is still sleeping.”

Cas blinks rapidly. “‘M not.”

“Shouldn’t’ve said that.” Dean releases Jack, and Jack fully clambers onto Cas.

“I missed you,” Jack says.

“I missed you too.” Cas holds onto him, tight. He’s so small, like he’s supposed to be. A kid. Safe.

Cas thinks he might be in Dean’s bed.

The bunker, he discovers, looks much the same. He was gone for four months, in which time Dean and Sam took care of Chuck, Jack became a kid, and Eileen became a permanent fixture. When Dean and Sam aren’t looking, she signs to Cas, “He already looks better.”

“Who, Dean?” Cas signs back.

Eileen nods. “He had a pretty bad time.”

Dean turns around then, and Eileen presses a finger to her lips.

There’s not a quiet moment for the rest of the day. Sam explains what happened--”You might be human now,” he says, and Cas replies, “I’m not tired yet.”--and Jack wants Cas to read to him and play Barbies and racecars and puppets (apparently Dean built Jack’s little puppet theater, which--).

After dinner (spaghetti and meatballs, and Dean has a Coke instead of beer, Cas notices), everyone goes off to bed, and Cas realizes he is tired, which is something to think about.

He starts to head to the room he typically stays in, but Dean seizes the top of his arm. “Nope, you’re coming with me.” Dean drags Cas down the hall towards his room.

Cas hadn’t gotten a good luck at it earlier, what with Jack climbing all over him, but he sees it now. Dean’s bed unmade, scraps of random paper littered across the dresser, a picture Cas recognizes because he and Dean are wearing cowboy hats, and now he knows how Dean was really doing right before that case in Dodge City--

There’s also a dent in the wall. That’s new.

Dean follows Cas’s gaze. “I chucked a whiskey bottle at it. Sam took the rest of my stash the next day.” Dean steps over, brushing the drywall’s cracks with his fingers. “I didn’t fix it up so I wouldn’t forget.”

I couldn’t save Cas. I can’t even save a scared little kid. Sam keeps trying to fix it, but I just keep dragging him down. So I’m not going to beg. Okay, if it’s my time, it’s my time.

“Dean,” Cas says, “Tell me in words.”

“What?” Dean turns away from the wall. “Tell you what?”

“You know.”

Dean swallows, licks his lips. “I’d say don’t ever do that again on the whole dying thing, but I said that to you once and you didn’t listen. And maybe if I say it the right way now, you’ll stay, but…” Dean slumps, sits on the bed. “You can’t leave again.”

Cas touches the wall himself before sitting next to Dean on the bed. “I’m not going to.” He isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch Dean.

Dean touches him instead, leaning into Cas, finding one of Cas’s hands, holding it tight. He’s crying, Cas realizes. “I love you,” Dean says into their joined hands, then his chest wracks with a sob. “I was always so sure that if--” another sob, “If I said it, you’d leave. Get taken away from me.”

“I’m not going to leave,” Cas repeats.

He isn’t sure how long they sit like that, but Dean finally straightens up, lets go of Cas’s hand, wipes his eyes with the back of his own. “Pajamas,” Dean says, standing and crossing to the dresser. “We gotta get you some of your own, but…” He digs a pair of sweats out of the drawer and tosses them to Cas. “These’ll do for tonight.”

Cas doesn’t ask if he can stay. Dean doesn’t ask him to leave.

With the lights out, it’s pitch black, almost as inky as the Empty, but Cas can hear Dean breathing, so close to him. The bed is almost too small for both of them, so they’re nearly chest-to-chest. Hardly ever have they been this close. Never did Cas dare to dream it.

In the dark, under the covers, the world outside of this room, Dean kisses him. It’s flat, soft, a brush of lips, the barest ghost, but it’s enough. More than enough.

Cas is home.

#offbeatwrites #it's DEANCASAVERSARY #IT'S CAS DAY #IT'S CAS'S BIRTHDAY #it's also one of my best friend's birthdays she has the best birthday huh #anyways I don't really know where this fic came from I just went hey. what if cas hadmovie theater #and I LOVEEEEE the trope of them showing each other their memories. there was so much stuff that if they'd just TALKED about it.......... #god. #anyways! enjoy :) #also yeah minor similarities to a drabble I wrote this summer #that was very much an accident but I think they're different enough

[moon-light-jukebox]

You’re not my type [Hotch x Reader]

Summary: Reader is the new press liaison to the elite Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI. A stray comment from her leads to a lot of questions from her teammates, especially her unit chief, Aaron Hotchner. When they’re thrown together on a case that hits close to home for Reader, will that comment tear them apart? Or will it bring them closer together?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner / (Female) Reader

Rating: Mature

Category: Angst then smut, with plenty of fluff sprinkled throughout.

Word Count: 8.4k

Content Warning: This gets pretty angst heavy in places. The team is chasing an Unsub that’s a serial r*pist/mu*derer. Mentions of an attempted a*sault to someone Reader cares about. Providing comfort to victims of the unsub. It’s dark in places, but if you can stick with me, I promise I will mend the angst and take you to the land of smut and fluff. Because there is plenty of smut.

A/n: Have you ever had a story that just grabbed hold of you and refused to let go? This story was supposed to be half this length and pure fluff. Reader and Hotch dug their claws into me and made me tell their own story. I’m not mad at it, and if you give it a chance, I hope you love it as much as I do. masterlist

y/n = your name. y/l/n = your last name. italicized text = reader’s thoughts

--“You’re not my type” --

The clock was moving so slowly, I couldn't help but think it was moving backward.

Come on, hurry up. I wanna go home.

I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that it was going to be 4:30 pm for the rest of my life. I still had some files to hand out to the team; I usually do that part of my very glamorous job in the mornings, but since I had nothing but time now, I thought why not.

I had been a “sort of” member of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit for 5 months. Jennifer- wait, JJ, had the job as media liaison before me; she was the last person to officially hold the position. When she left the unit chief of the BAU, Aaron Hotchner, and the technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, had split the roll. That is until Chief Strauss had decided that she wanted the BAU to run more efficiently. Meaning that Hotch got less paperwork, Garcia got a break from talking about mutilated bodies, and I got shuffled around from the public relations office.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed working with the team, I really did, but I couldn't help but feel excluded sometimes. They're all practically a family. I didn't really have any sort of family anymore, just a best friend that has always felt more like a sister.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I made my way towards the bullpen, shoving the doors open to see the team sitting on various desks talking to each other. Loudly.

“Shut UP, man!” Derek Morgan’s voice was loud, but amusement was clear on his face. Actually, everyone seemed sort of amused. Rossi and Hotch were leaning on the railing near their respective offices, watching the events unfold with smiles on their faces.

Hotch smiles? Huh. Weird.

I quickly tried to make my way around them, hoping none of them would notice me.

“Okay, I know how we can settle this. Y/n!” Shit. No such luck. I turned to look at Emily Prentiss, with her long dark hair and angular face. Why is everybody here so fucking pretty?

I cleared my throat, trying to compose my face. “Yes?”

“Answer something for us.” Everyone seemed very eager for me to be a part of this now, which I didn’t think was a good sign.

“I’ll do my best.”

She smiled at me like she was sensing her victory. "If Morgan asked you on a date, what would you say?"

Oh, they couldn’t have picked a worse person to play this game.

I chuckled awkwardly, trying to appear calm. “Um…I’d probably say no.” Morgan took a dramatically loud breath before slapping his hand to his chest. “No offense,” I quickly added.

Morgan wasn’t giving up his dramatics that easily. “Damn, girl! You’re gonna cut me down just like that?”

“I’m sorry,” I said with an awkward laugh. “You’re just not my type.”

Garcia’s eyebrows hit her hairline. “Excuse me? He’s not your type? Tall, dark, and extremely well-muscled isn’t your type?” She scoffed like I was insane; I mean, maybe I was. Jury’s out.  “What about that is unappealing to you?”

I couldn’t think of a believable lie, so I went with the truth. “The tall and extremely well-muscled part.” I shifted from foot to foot anxiously.

Emily blinked. “O-okay. Fair enough,” she laughed, looking at me like she’d never seen me before.

I was preparing to turn and make a very quick escape, but JJ had other plans. "Woah, woah, woah," the blonde hopped off the desk, walking a bit closer to me. "If Morgan isn't your type…who is?"

Fuck me running. “Um…” I trailed off. “I don’t think I really have a type, to be honest.”

"Do you like men," Morgan chimed in. "No judgment, little mama."

Not for the first time, I wished I was a lesbian. “I am sadly mostly heterosexual.” I was convinced no one could be completely heterosexual, it just didn’t seem natural.

Emily chuckled at that. “Okay then,” her hand moved up to adjust her dark bangs, something she did when she was thinking. “What if Hotch asked you out?”

“Okay, okay, don’t drag me into this,” the Unit Chef boomed out, much to Rossi’s amusement.

“…Um.” Why couldn’t I just die? “Sorry, boss, but no.”

Morgan crossed his arms over his chest. “Is Hotch also too tall and well-muscled.”

“Probably,” I answered without much thought. “I can’t comment on the state of his muscles. But he’s very…big. And he intimidates me.” I didn’t let my eyes stray to my boss; I simply couldn’t.

"Ah-ha. There it is!" Morgan slapped his hands together like he had solved some big puzzle. "You don't like men that intimidate you. So, if pretty boy over here asked you out, you'd say yes."

I didn't know a person's ears could blush until that moment when my eyes drifted over to Dr. Spencer Reid. The tips of his ears were bright pink and he was looking anywhere but at me.

I answered honestly again, I figured they’d know if I lied. Fucking profilers. “Yeah, I would say yes. But only if I didn’t know him.” Spencer’s eyes finally shifted over towards me. “You’re easily one of the most brilliant people in the world. You’d be bored to tears on a date with me,” I said, my gaze meeting his wide eyes.

The boy genius’s head tilted ever so slightly to the side, his lips moving like he muttered something under his breath.

Is it 5 yet?

JJ wasn’t totally prepared to let this go, because she asked, “Okay, so a yes to Spence, a no to Hotch and Morgan.” She tapped her chin with her index finger. “What about Will? You’ve met my husband, right?”

I had indeed met her husband with his Princess and The Frog accent. I couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I met him the other day when he brought your son by. And…I don’t know, maybe him. He doesn’t give off an air of intimidation.” Which was the nicest way I could say ‘your husband doesn’t scare the shit out of me.’

I glanced down at my watch, seeing it was finally 4:55 pm. “Sorry guys, I need to get these files out before I go home.” With an overly bright smile, I darted away as fast as my uncomfortable shoes would let me.

My final stop was Hotch’s office, and I was so relieved that he wasn’t in it for once. I placed the file on his desk, looking at the pictures of a little boy, his son, I assumed, on his desk.

“I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”

I'm not sure what I was more embarrassed by, the tiny yelp that escaped my lips or how I smacked my hand over my chest in such a dramatic fashion that I could have given Derek Morgan a run for his money. "Jesus fucking Christ, Hotch! You scared the shit out of me!"

His lips twitched in poorly concealed amusement, either at my reaction or my swearing at him. “Sorry, y/n. I didn’t know I needed to knock before I entered my office. I’ll try to do better next time.”

Oh, this guy has jokes now too.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his dry humor. “I’m sorry. I startle easily. I didn’t mean to swear at you.”

“Y/n, I’ve been with the bureau for almost 20 years. Trust me, I’ve heard worse.”

I bet he has.

“Well,” I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Alright then. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, sir.”

“Of course,” he stepped out of the doorway so I could exit. “Y/n?” He said it like it was an afterthought. “Do you really find me intimidating?”

My eyes were wide as I looked all the way up at him. Really, what was the point in being that tall? "Oh, absolutely, sir." Then I hurried out the door, not wanting to see his reaction or lack thereof.

--

After stopping by my office, I was waiting for the elevator when I felt someone behind me; turning I saw the pretty boy himself standing awkwardly off to my side. I offered him a small smile before shifting my attention back to the bank of elevators in front of me.

The middle one opened first, Spencer waved me in first before he entered and hit the button for the ground floor.

He was clearly working up his nerves to say something, you didn’t have to be a profiler to see that. “Hey, um, y/n?” I turned my head in his direction, waiting for him to continue. “What you said back there…that you’d go on a date with me if I asked, did you mean that?”

There was that blush again, he really was adorable. “Of course, I meant it, Spencer.” He didn’t look convinced. “I mean, why would I lie? I turned Morgan down right away. And Hotch, who is my boss.”

Spencer let out a small laugh at that, unable to argue against my point. “I guess that’s true.” The elevator doors opened, he waved me out first, again, before exiting himself. “Do you really think that I’d be bored on a date with you?”

"I mean, you have 3 Ph.D.'s and a super high IQ." I waved my free hand around, gesturing to myself like it would help me prove my point. "And look at me. I'm smart, but I'm not that smart. I couldn't put you through a date like that."

He didn’t seem to appreciate my self-deprecating humor. I headed for the doors without giving him a chance to respond. “Have a good night, Dr. Reid!” I offered a small wave before I all but sprinted out the doors towards the parking garage.

Why? Just why?

--

“We have to catch him before this turns into a spree,” Hotch’s voice was grave, his face the same stern mask it always was. “Wheels up in 30.”

Taking that as a dismissal, the team rose from the table, hurrying towards their respective desks to get their go-bags. That was the part of this job that took the longest to get used to. I never traveled much in public relations; now I'm on a plane several times a week. That in itself wouldn't be so bad…if I didn't still get terrible motion sickness. I don’t know why I hadn’t gotten used to it yet, but I had to keep some non-drowsy motion sickness pills in my go-bag at all times. I tried to take them before I boarded the jet; it was probably silly, but I didn’t really want the team to know. They were all superheroes in my eyes; superheroes don’t get motion sickness.

I was the last one to board the jet today. I was usually one of the first onboard, but I got held up on my way here speaking to someone from my old office. When I came through the plane's doors there rest of the team was spread out. Dr. Reid was laying on the couch, book propped open in his lap. Emily and JJ were on one side of the table with Morgan and Rossi on the other. The only seats available were towards the back of the plane; I could have sat by myself…or I could sit in the seat across from Hotch.

I always get anxiety about things other people find silly. I’m a grown woman, I should be more confident; I’m a fucking FBI agent for god’s sake. Yet here I was, nervously trying to decide where to sit. It would be weird to not sit near him, I reasoned. Offering Hotch a tight smile before I stored my go-bag, I sat down across the aisle from him.

I fastened my seatbelt over my lap, taking deep breaths through my nose. I had taken my medicine, but take off always got me a little bit, no matter what. I never took a window seat either, sometimes I’d look out and see how fast the world was passing by underneath us and…I shuddered just thinking about it.

"Hey," the voice beside me called, his voice was so quiet I don't think any of the others could hear it. I opened my eyes and turned to face him. His dark eyes looked oddly soft like he was concerned about me. "Are you alright?"

I offered him a tight smile. “Yeah, I’m okay, Hotch.”

"Did you take your medicine?" At my puzzled expression, he clarified. "For motion sickness."

What in the- “How did you know I get motion sickness?”

The corners of his mouth quirked up. “I’m a profiler, y/n, and I’ve been one for a long time.”

A little chuckle left my lips at that, right as the plane started moving forward, gaining speed for takeoff. I closed my eyes, telling myself that it was the impending take off that was causing my stomach to flutter, not the fact that my boss, who I thought was always indifferent to me, noticed me more than I thought he did.

--

Cases with kids were the hardest, there was no question about it. For me, the second hardest cases were women who were assaulted. It filled my gut with such a heavy, boiling rage whenever I thought about it. These women were just living their lives, unaware of the danger that was hunting them. Some fucking monster decided that being a man in our society didn’t offer him enough power; he had to hurt women, try to take their power so that he could feel more powerful.

I had heard stories about Elle Greenaway, the agent that resigned under suspicion that she shot a rapist in cold blood. I never commented on it, but I can’t say as I blame her. That attitude is probably why I don’t comment on it, I thought dryly.

The unsub the team was hunting in Northern Texas was a serial rapist and murderer. He had claimed 3 victims in the past 2 weeks; the locals were concerned that his pattern and level of violence were escalating too rapidly. The BAU agreed.

They started piecing this monster together through the clues he left behind. A white male, mid 30's, has a high-power job, won't be able to have stable relationships with women. They were tracking his comfort zone, interviewing families, and canvassing for information.

My job was to warn the women of this small town that there was a monster lurking in the shadows.

The team was sitting around in a small room in the center of the police station that was crammed with evidence boards. Emily was leaned back in her chair, JJ's head resting on her shoulder. Dr. Reid was facing the map of the county like if he stared at it long enough and answer would just pop into his head. Morgan's head was in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Rossi and Hotch were talking in the corner, glancing around the room every so often.

Eventually, our leader cleared his throat. "Okay, lets head back to the hotel." At the groans of a few team members, he pressed on. "I know, I want to find this guy too. But we all need rest. We'll come back tomorrow with fresh eyes."

With that, we all headed to the black SUVs parked outside, ready to head to whatever hotel the bureau put us in for the night. The drive was quick, we all stood in the lobby while Hotch spoke to whoever was at the front desk. The conversation seemed to take longer than I needed to.

He walked back over, looking mildly uncomfortable. “There aren’t enough open rooms,” he said at last. “We’ll have to double up.” He held out his hand which contained 3 key cards.

…Wait a minute. “There are 7 of us.”

Hotch nodded. “Therein lies the problem. One room will have to have 3 people.”

I turned towards Emily and JJ, assuming I’d just room with them when Rossi interrupted. “No offense, guys. But…I’m old,” he laughed, his whole face lighting up. “I need my beauty sleep. I’m not sharing a room. I’ll go get my own.”

"They don't have any rooms, Dave."

Rossi looked at Hotch with a patronizing little smile that would have been extremely offensive coming from anyone else. “They don’t have any rooms for you," he clarified. "Not only am I old, but I'm also rich."

Sure enough, he walked over to the desk and spoke to the clerk for less than a minute before he was handed a keycard.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Morgan said with a laugh.

Rossi turned to us then, his eyes filled with poorly hidden mirth. “Sogni d’oro!” And with that, he walked towards the elevators.

“Huh?” JJ asked, her voice scratchy.

“Sweet dreams,” Reid and Prentiss supplied at the same time.

“Right.” Morgan shook his head. “Come on pretty Ricky.”

It hit me right then. Oh hell.

Hotch seemed to realize it at the same time Prentiss did. “Y/n, you room with JJ, I’ll stay with Hotch.”

Somehow this was more embarrassing than the conversation in the bullpen. “No,” I said quickly. “No, you guys go. I’ll room with Hotch.” I put a smile on my face, hoping I was convincing.

“Y/l/n, you just said that I intimidated you.”

Again, why couldn’t the earth just swallow me up? My laugh was forced, but hopefully, they hadn't heard my real laugh enough to know the difference. "Intimidated to go on a date with, Hotch. This isn't like that." Right? “C’mon! I’m sleepy.”

With that display of false bravado, I grabbed a key and made my way towards the elevators. I felt his presence behind me as we walked down the hall towards our rooms. I tried to control my heartbeat, calm my breathing the closer we got to the room. This is ridiculous, y/n. I had shared a room with Morgan before, no problem. I was comfortable around the team, I really was. Not for the first time, I wish I had the sense to not open my big mouth.

I reached for the door right when Hotch cleared his throat; I busied myself with getting into the room, ignoring him. Was it cowardly? Yes. Did I care? Not at that moment.

Until I walked into the room…and saw that there was one bed. Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me. “What is this, a rom-com?” I apparently didn’t mumble that part as quietly as I thought I had given the soft laugh I heard come from the man behind me.

“Y/n,” he said, his hand coming to my shoulder. “I didn’t realize there would only be one bed. Come on, let’s go down to Prentiss and JJ’s room.”

I let out a groan. “Hoooootch,” I whined. “All of this is just making me more embarrassed. This wouldn’t even be an issue if I hadn’t been a dumbass and opened my big mouth. This isn’t a big deal but going to talk to them will make it a big deal.”

He didn't look convinced, but I was so tired. I reached out and grabbed his arm before I could think better of it. "Aaron," my voice was soft, barely a whisper, but it was like he'd been struck by lightning. His eyes snapped up to mine, his lips parted slightly. It was then I realized I'd never called him by his first name before. "I trust you with my life. You'd intimidate me if I didn't know you. But I do know you, Aaron." My gaze never wavered from his.

“Okay.”

--

I laid in bed for 30 minutes pretending to be asleep. I listened to his breathing even out and I kept my back to him the entire time. I had tried to keep my bedtime routine brief, taking a quick shower and changing into my sleep shorts and a baggy shirt I’d had since college. My hair was pulled back so I wouldn’t get it wet in the shower.

The weirdest thing was seeing Hotch in normal clothes. In all the months I’d worked with him, I had never seen him not in a suit. He had a pair of flannel pajama pants on, a gray t-shirt stretched over his broad chest. He has really nice arms, I thought.

When I was sure he was asleep, I rolled over onto my back. My eyes had long since adjusted to the dark, allowing me to just stare at the ceiling.

“You’re thinking very loudly.”

I let out a squeak while my whole body jerked. "Goddamnit, Hotch!” That asshole had the nerve to chuckle. “Stop scaring me!”

“I’m sorry,” he said, not sounding even slightly sorry.

“I thought you were asleep.”

He rolled onto his back; I felt his eyes on my face. “I know,” was all he said.

I sighed, wondering how I had gotten myself into such a situation. “You really don’t intimidate me.” He made a noise which caused me to amend my statement. “Alright, alright. You do intimidate me. You’re just so…stern. And you’re so tall. What is the purpose of being that tall? It’s excessive. And I feel like your eyes can see through every single thing about me. I didn’t know you had muscles until today, but I always assumed you did. They’re very nice muscles-“ I cut myself off. Fuck.

That was the first time I ever heard Aaron Hotchner laugh. Not chuckle, not snicker quietly. He actually laughed. His laugh was a higher pitch than his speaking voice; it boomed out of him and transformed the whole mood in the room. That laugh warmed a part of my heart that I wasn’t comfortable thinking about. A huge grin broke out on my face. I made him laugh, and I was oddly proud of it.

“Thanks, y/n,” his voice was still filled with amusement. “I hadn’t known you were curious about the state of my muscles. You should have just said something.”

My head snapped to the side so my eyes could meet his. He was teasing me. SSA Aaron Hotchner, BAU unit Chief, was teasing me. I lifted my hand to his arm, giving him a shove. His bicep feels like granite. “Shut up.”

That asshat just kept laughing at me.

“Anyway, you do intimidate me,” my voice was soft again. “But I’m not afraid of you.”

Aaron regarded me thoughtfully. “So, it’s not that you’re not attracted to intimidating men,” he surmised. “You’re afraid of men.”

“Not all men,” I countered. “I’m afraid of men like you. Not you, but ones like you. You overwhelm me.”

He was quiet for a few moments. “Y/n…did someone hurt you?”

It was a natural question, a normal thought process; I should have expected the question. I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes. “Yes,” I whispered, feeling safe in the darkness of the room, safe but still so alone. “But not in the way you think.” I filled my lungs with a deep breath, hoping I would find some courage. It wasn’t until I felt his hand brush over mine, his calloused fingers brushing over the back of my hand, that I finally found it. I flipped my palm up and laced my fingers through his. He gave me a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ve had the same best friend all my life,” I began. “She’s marvelous. We’ve always been together; her mom said we were like peanut butter and jelly. I love her like she’s a part of me, Aaron.” I knew he would understand; I just knew it. “We were in college when it happened. We went to this frat party because I had a crush on some guy.” My voice was filled with venom and bitterness. “He was overwhelming, so tall, and so handsome. There was a darkness in him, but I was too young to see it. She did; my best friend could see he was a monster. I didn’t listen.” My breath was shuddering through me. “I didn’t listen to her, Hotch.”

He didn't say anything. He just shifted in the bed and pulled me to him, nestling me into his side, wrapping his arms around me while I laid my head on his chest. "I was so mad at her. So mad." The shame from all those years ago was still so fresh. "She took my drink and threw it on the floor. I told her she was embarrassing me… So, I went outside to get some air."

His arm tightened around me, his free hand coming up to stroke my hair. “You don’t have to-“

“I do,” I said, refusing to let another sob escape. “I came back inside and couldn’t find either of them. I thought maybe she was going to hook up with some guy…but she isn’t like that. She’s never been like that.” My stomach rolled at the thought; sometimes when I closed my eyes I could still smell the beer in the air, I could still feel the wood of the banister under my fingers. “I found them in a room upstairs. He had her pinned on the bed, he was-he-he was trying to take her pants off.” I didn’t deserve the comfort Aaron offered me in that moment, but I clung to him, grateful for it. “I screamed, and I guess I scared him. She kneed him and was able to push him off. We ran all the way home.”

“You saved her, y/n,” Aaron’s voice was so sure, so reassuring, no matter how hard I shook my head ‘no’. “You did. You could have just left; you were mad at her, but you still went back for her.”

I wiped my eyes. “You make it sound so simple.”

His lips pressed softly against my forehead, his hand stroking up and down my back. “That’s because it is.”

--

Things felt different in the harsh light of the police station than they had last night. Aaron was already in the shower when I woke up this morning. I fell asleep in his arms after I told him one of my darkest secrets. He didn't judge me; he didn't tell me I was a terrible person. He just held me; he offered me comfort and made me feel deserving of that comfort.

I dressed quickly and headed downstairs before he got out of the bathroom. My feelings were already swirling around in my head. It wasn’t that I wanted to be away from him, not at all. I just didn’t think it would help my feelings settle down to be confronted by a wet, hot, well-muscled Aaron Hotchner. It was an act of self-preservation if you think about it, I reasoned.

The next time I saw him was when the team was piling back into the SUVs to head to the police station. He offered me a small smile, and I think his eyes may have twinkled a little bit when I smiled back at him a little too brightly.

Profilers.

The team was as refreshed as they could be. Dr. Reid was looking at access and service roads on the map, trying to determine the route the unsub took to dispose of his victims. JJ and Morgan were out canvassing the women's neighborhoods. Rossi was with Prentiss in the sheriff's office speaking with the family of the most recent victim, Bethany Mooreland.

This was the hardest part of my job. I wasn’t a profiler. I felt like I had nothing to offer. I was fielding calls from the media, trying to organize a targeted strategy. The team thought that if the unsub saw that he was being mocked in the press, or his masculinity was called into question in any way, that he would act out more viciously. While acting out might cause him to make a mistake, we couldn’t risk another woman’s life.

The conference room doors burst open, Hotch storming inside with Morgan and JJ hot on his heels. “There’s been another attack.”

I felt my stomach drop. “Fuck.”

“Y/n, she’s alive.”

“…What?!”

The dark-haired man that held me in his arms last night only nodded. “She’s at the hospital. I want you to come with JJ and me to interview her.”

…Me?

--

Summer Webb was 25 years old; she was a customer service rep at a call center just outside of town. She lived alone, had a cat named Pringles, and was close with her family.

I held her hand while JJ and Hotch put her through a cognitive interview. I rubbed her back while she recounted how the unsub only left her because he thought she was dead. Tears ran down my cheeks when she described what he did to her.

Steel and ice ran through my veins when I looked her in the eyes and promised that we would get this monster.

I’d kill him myself if I had to.

Once her mother arrived at the hospital, we left, promising to call with any updates; uniformed officers were stationed outside her hospital door. Hotch spoke to Garcia, then to Rossi, then to Reid, then Garcia again on our ride back. JJ read over Summer’s statement, occasionally jotting down notes.

I was quiet.

Almost. Almost there. I walked into the station without really seeing it. I navigated my way down the hall on instinct. I pushed the door to the bathroom open, looked around to confirm I was alone…then I broke. I placed my hands on the countertop that housed 3 separate sinks, my tears ran down my cheeks and splashed on the fake granite.

I don’t know how long I had been there when I thought I heard a knock on the door. That didn’t make any sense, the door didn’t have a lock; there were multiple stalls in this bathroom.

But I had heard a knock. The door swung open and someone walked inside. I heard him whisper my name, the tone of his voice was so soft, so fucking sad, that it only made me cry harder. Aaron put his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to face him, then letting me collapse against him.

He murmured words I couldn’t understand against the top of my head, he wrapped his arms tight around me; I was sure I would have fallen completely apart if he wasn’t holding me together.

“You must think I’m so weak,” I muttered when my tears had finally slowed.

He stiffened, though his hands never stopped moving, stroking my hair and my back. "Just the opposite, y/n." I pulled back to meet his eyes; I saw nothing but honesty swirling in those dark brown pools. His eyes appeared so dark from far away, almost black. From this close, I could see the subtle shift between various shades of brown. They weren't cold like I had always suspected; Aaron Hotchner's eyes were warm and understanding. They were the eyes of a man who had seen far too much evil for one lifetime but refused to yield his fight for even a second.

I could fall in love with those eyes.

“You’re the furthest thing from weak I’ve ever seen,” he continued. “Your heart is so big that it aches for a woman you don’t even know. It’s alright to cry right now, it’s alright to let yourself fall down for a moment. But I know you, y/n,” he was repeating my words from last night back to me. “You’re going to pull yourself back together. And then you’re going to help us find that son of a bitch before he hurts anyone else.”

Maybe I could fall in love with more than just his eyes.

--

There are certain moments in my life that I will look back on and remember with perfect clarity. That night when I almost lost my best friend, the day I graduated from the academy, the first night I spent in Aaron Hotchner’s arms were just a few.

I would also remember when the call came in from Garcia; how Morgan and Reid ran into the room. How Hotch’s eyes shot to mine when we found out the monster’s name. I didn’t have to ask; he nodded at me, those warm brown eyes were hidden now, hardened by pure ice-cold rage.

I strapped on my vest and road in the back seat in the SUV Morgan drove.

Summer’s monster was named Jeremy Carpenter. Her monster was a white man with brown hair, brown eyes, with a scar on the back of his right hand.

None of us were sure how he knew we were coming, but he had already barricaded himself inside his house. We heard a scream when the first gunshot was fired. I wanted more than anything to bring Summer's monster in alive; I wanted to offer her the chance to face him if she wanted to.

Aaron didn’t ask if I wanted to go to the hospital once everything was over; he really did know me. He took me to see her, he kept his hand on my back while I told Summer and her mother what happened. What I will remember most of all is how her mother hugged me when I told her the monster was gone, that he would never harm anyone ever again. I hit him in his leg; he was in pain before our unit chief put a bullet between his eyes.

We had come to the hospital alone; the rest of the team went back to the station to finish up paperwork. I held his hand on the way back to the hotel; I held his hand while we walked to our room.

I offered him a small smile before I made my way into the bathroom, determined to wash the events of the day off of my skin.

He was gone when I came back out.

--

It goes without saying that I had doubted most men in my life, especially since that night all those years ago.

I never once doubted Aaron Hotchner.

I was sitting on the bed when he came back, staring at the TV without seeing.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I thought you’d still be in the shower.” He set two bags down on the only table in our room. “You haven’t eaten since breakfast. I thought-“

“Hotch,” he looked at me then, his eyes locking onto mine. “Thank you.” I didn’t need to specify for what. He knows.

He pulled our food out while I made my way to the table. I couldn’t hold in my chuckle. “You know I get motion sickness; you know my favorite foods…just how closely do you pay attention to me, Agent Hotchner?”

He didn’t look the least bit embarrassed. “More closely than I should.”

We sat together and ate in comfortable silence. The next time he spoke was to answer a phone call from Jack. I tried to hide my smile while I listened to his conversation. Unlike the rest of his team, I hadn’t gotten to see Aaron Hotchner, the father. What is it about men being good father’s that is so attractive, I mused. Is it biological? I made a note to ask Dr. Reid.

After we ate, he went to shower while I stretched out on our bed, scrolling through my phone. When Hotch emerged from the bathroom he was in another pair of flannel pants paired with a black t-shirt. I pursed my lips in both amusement and disappointment.

“What?” His eyebrow was raised quizzically. Why are his eyebrows hot?

I giggled. "Nothing." At his incredulous look, I amended, "it's nothing interesting."

He sat down beside me on the right side of the bed, his back resting against the headboard. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Hooootch,” I whined, covering my face with my hands. “I’ve already embarrassed myself in front of you enough for one lifetime.”

His hand came up to grab mine, pulling them down from my face. Any attempts I made to wiggle away from him were in vain. Apparently, those muscles aren’t all show and no go. My body had shifted down the bed during my halfhearted struggles, meaning Aaron was now propped up on his elbow, his body angled over mine. “Embarrassed? I don’t remember any embarrassing times,” he pretended to give this some thought. “Unless you’re referring to last night when you mentioned how much you think about my muscles?”

I tried to jerk my arms out of his hands, but he held fast, laughing openly while my face turned red. “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you not talking about that?” He pushed my arms back onto the bed, rising to his knees, positioning his body over me, his face hovering over mine. “Then it must have been when you lied to the whole team a few days ago.”

I squeaked in outrage. “I didn’t lie about anything!”

He was so beautiful when that scowl left his face. “Yes, you did!” he insisted. “You said you wouldn’t say ‘yes’ if I asked you out. And, based on the evidence, I have to say I don’t believe that to be true.”

“Oh, I forgot I was dealing with a former prosecutor.” He nodded gravely, earning another giggle from me. “Okay, counselor. What’s the evidence?”

“The most glaring piece of evidence is you won’t tell me what you were thinking when you were looking at me when I came out of the shower.”

I let out a whine, accepting my fate. He’s literally on top of you, dumbass. Something tells me he’s gonna be receptive. “Okay, okay. I may have…hurried out of the room this morning while you were in the shower.”

Hotch quirked an eyebrow. “I know. Go on.”

“Asshole,” I muttered, delighted when he laughed. Hearing his laugh was one thing, but seeing it too? My insides were basically liquid. “I may have ran as an act of self-preservation. I was…worried that you’d come out of the bathroom in a towel. And you’d be wet, and hot, and I would…make an idiot out of myself, much like I am now.”

Aaron was delighted by how bright red my face turned; he made no attempt to hide his amusement. “So, just now, you were disappointed that I came out fully clothed?”

“Hotch,” I moaned out in embarrassment. He wasn’t making this easy on me.

My eyes were shut tight, my head turned away from him like this would somehow prevent him from seeing me. His left hand lifted from my wrist, his fingers coming to rest on my chin, turning my face towards him. "If you're going to moan my name while we're in bed, y/n, I'd prefer if you called me Aaron." My eyes snapped open. His eyes were still warm, teasing, but there was a certain heat in them I hadn’t seen before that made my lower belly flutter. He leaned closer to my face. “It would be hard for me to focus at work if you every time you said ‘Hotch’ I thought about you like this.”

I waited for a few moments for him to act before I realized Aaron couldn’t cross the line first. He wouldn’t be mean if I rejected him; that wasn’t the type of man he was. But the choice was mine; it had always been mine.

I lifted my free hand up to cup the side of his face, urging him closer to me. The first brush of my lips over his was so soft I wasn't sure it was even happening. It was so hesitant but so pure that it made me ache. Aaron pulled back to look at me; he was breathing hard like he had been running instead of just kissing me.

“Y/n…”

“Don’t profile me, Aaron.” I lifted my head, my teeth nipping at his bottom lip. “I want this. I want you.”

His posture shifted, he released my left arm to brace himself above me with his arms caging me in; he moved his legs, wedging one of his thighs in between mine. “I’m not profiling you. I can see how much you want this.” No need to sound so arrogant. “But I need to be sure…I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

My hands moved up to touch him, one hand feeling the soft hair at the nape of his neck that was still a little damp from the shower; my other hand gripped his bicep. “Then touch me, Aaron. Please.”

I wasn’t ready for the full force of Aaron Hotchner. He was the most intense man I had ever known, and that intensity didn’t stop in the bedroom. Aaron didn’t kiss me, he tried to consume me. His mouth moved over mine with a carnal hunger that made me throb, shifting against his firm thigh that was rested against me. I was desperate for any friction. I felt his hand move down from where it was cupping my face to rest on my collarbone, his thumb tracing over the base of my throat.

His lips moved off of mine to blaze a path down my jaw, his teeth nipping at the skin there before he moved back to my lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart.” He pushed his thigh against the seam of my body, causing a whimper to escape from my throat. I didn’t even mind the smirk that covered his mouth. “We’ll get there. Just let me make you feel good.”

I opened my mouth to him; his tongue swirled around mine while the hand that wasn’t bracing him up moved to my hip. His fingers ran over the skin of my stomach that was exposed from my shirt riding up. I placed my hand over his, guiding it further up my stomach; how was I supposed to take my mouth away from his to tell him what I wanted?

Of course, Aaron knew what I needed; I was beginning to learn that he always did. His fingers trailed up my body until he got to the underside of my breast; the callouses that roughened his fingertips were heaven on my overly sensitive skin. My mouth broke away from his in a guttural cry when those fingers finally found my nipple. Aaron moved his kisses down to the side of my throat. I felt his breath against my throat when he murmured, “you’re so sexy, y/n.”

Raising up on his knees, he started tugging my shirt up; I lifted my upper body so I could slide my shirt off quickly. I heard Aaron groan when my chest was revealed to him, but I was on a mission of my own. Once I had his shirt pulled up over his abdomen, Aaron reached behind his back and pulled his shirt off at the neck.

My nails raked down the skin that covered his chest, reveling in the groan that left his mouth. He leaned over me again, his lips wasting no time before they covered my nipple. My hands tried to grip the short hair at the back of his head.

“Aaron,” I gasped out. “I need…more. Please.”

He started kissing his way to my other breast. “What do you need, sweetheart? Do you want to grind against my thigh? Do you need to use me to get off?” His tongue flicked over my nipple. “Or do you want me to use my hand? Is that what you need, Angel?” My heart stuttered at the sweet nickname just as much as it did at his filthy words. “Do you need me to put my fingers in your pussy?”

My thighs were shifting restlessly. “Yes, yes, please Aaron.”

When his mouth closed around my nipple, I felt his left-hand slide down into my shorts, then into my panties. He shifted his wrist, allowing his hand to cup me. He groaned against my skin. "I haven't even put a finger inside of you and I can already feel how wet you are. Your little cunt is just dripping for me.”

I didn’t have a chance to respond before he parted my lips, his finger ghosting over my clit, causing my back to arch off the bed. He smirked but didn’t tease me further; he slid his fingers down to my opening before pushing his middle and ring finger inside of me, using the heel of his hand to grind against my clit. I moved my hand to my mouth, having to bite on my skin to silence the scream that his actions brought forward.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He leaned back, never pausing the movement of his fingers. “Are you trying to be quiet? Do you not want everyone in this hotel to know how wet you are? How desperate you are to have my fingers inside of you?” All I could do was nod. “It’s all right, baby. Once we get home, I’ll hear you scream for me. But for now; be a good girl and try to be quiet. I’m the only one that gets to hear what you sound like when you cum for me.”

I was grinding against him, working my hips desperately, matching his rhythm. I was so close. “Aaron, NO!” was all I could say when he removed his fingers from inside me. The man just smiled at me, looking me straight in my eyes when he put his fingers in his mouth, licking me off of them.

He grabbed my shorts and panties at my hips, roughly jerking them off my body. “When we get home,” he said as he slowly started to push his own pajama pants down. “The first thing I’m going to do is lay on my back and make you put this pussy on my mouth. You taste so good, angel.” His cock sprang free; he was so much thicker than I expected. I was transfixed, just watching his fist pump up and down his hard length. “Will you do that for me? Will you ride my face?”

“Yes,” I was so desperate I would agree to anything in that moment. “I’ll do anything. Just please fuck me, Aaron.”

He used the fingers of his free hand to part my pussy lips again, rubbing over my clit. “I don’t have a condom, sweetheart, but-“

“I’m on the pill,” I reach out to grip his shoulders, pulling him on top of me. “I trust you. I trust you with everything. I need you inside me, Aaron.”

He shoved my thighs open, running the head of his cock up and down my pussy, coating himself in my arousal. He looked up at me again, giving me another moment to back out, before he slowly started to push inside of me. He stroked in and out of me, going a little bit deeper each time until he bottomed out. Aaron’s head fell to the dip of my shoulder. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking tight.” He started moving then. Slowly pulling out before he shoved himself back inside me. My hands were on his back, my nails digging into his skin. I wrapped my legs around his back, trying to draw him deeper inside me.

“You feel so good,” I whisper, biting his shoulder to keep my moans quiet.

Aaron raised up on straight arms, changing the tempo of his thrusts. “You’re not doing a very good job of being quiet, baby.” I whimpered; I couldn’t help it. “I think we might have to do something about that. He quickly pulled out of me; I didn’t have time to complain before he flipped me over, gripping my hips and lifting me up on to my knees. His hand palmed my ass cheek while he leaned over me, his breath hot on my ear. “This is how you need to be fucked.”

Raising up, he lined himself up and slammed inside of me. I bit my lip so hard that I could taste blood; Aaron tangled his hands in the back of my hair, pulling my head up while he set a brutal pace. "Quiet, baby. You don't want everyone to know what a dirty girl you are. Screaming for my cock, so wet that you're dripping down your thighs." His pace didn't slow down; I felt my orgasm rising up inside me. "Touch your clit for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you cum on my cock."

My fingers began circling my clit in a frenzy, causing my pussy to flutter around him. “That’s a good girl. Such a good girl for me. Can you be quiet when you cum? Or do I need to shove your face down in the mattress while I fuck you?” He gave a dark chuckle at my needy whine. “That’s what I thought.”

In the way that he knew everything, Aaron knew when my orgasm was peaking. He pushed my head down, never too hard, but hard enough. I bit the comforter in an attempt to silence my scream. I felt myself clamp down around his thick cock. My orgasm broke inside me so quickly. I screamed his name while I came; the comforter silenced some of it, but he heard it. That scream along with my pussy cumming on him was ultimately his undoing. He gave a few final thrusts before he went all the way, holding himself inside me as deep as he could, filling me with his cum.

I collapsed after that. I had never felt anything like this before. Aaron was there, knowing what I needed even when I didn’t. He held me for a moment until I caught my breath. Then he went into the bathroom, coming back with a damp washcloth to clean me up. He was so tender with my sensitive flesh; he didn’t say anything, he just focused on his task.

Once he was satisfied, he laid down beside me, drawing me into his side just as he’d done the night before. I couldn’t help the dry chuckle that left my exhausted body. Aaron made a ‘hmm’ noise. “I was just thinking about last night,” I said quietly, my voice raw from the screaming I had just done. “You held me like this last night. It was just 24 hours ago, but the whole world feels different.”

He made a noise in the back of his throat that I took as an agreement. After a beat, he said, "well, maybe you won't run out on me in the morning this time."

I looked into his eyes, raising up to press a kiss against his stubbly jaw. “I’ll never run again.”

And I meant it. I could face any monster, as long as Aaron Hotchner was beside me.

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[aomine-ryo]

Hey friend I love your writing so much and recovering from this surgery is being a real bitch so I kinda have a specific ask.

May I please request a fic where s/o is high and being really affectionate with Aomine. Like kissing and cuddling and teasing him. Just how he’d react to that❤️ (slight NSFW if you’re comfortable with that)

Ah this one is kinda short; but it was fun to write. Hope you like it!!

Scenario: Aomine with a high s/o

It was a Friday night and you were hanging out in Aomine’s house with a few of your friends. As with most get togethers, there was a nice selection of booze. However, there was also a fresh set of edibles that one of your friends had brought. Unable to resist a brownie that was sitting in front of you and also curious to try it, you indulged yourself in a piece.

“Oh this is actually really good. You sure you don’t want one, Daiki?” you asked, holding out your piece to Aomine, who was seated on the couch with his arm around you.

Aomine shook his head. “I’m not risking a failed drug test,” he said simply, not willing to sacrifice his ability to play basketball.

“Fair enough,” you shrugged as you took another bite.

You continued to chat with Aomine and your friends as you waited for it to kick in. You weren’t sure what you were expecting to experience, but you just let things unfold for themselves. At some point, you just lost track of what was happening though. You felt euphoric, that’s for sure, and you were more or less in control of your movements, but you weren’t exactly registering what was happening around you. All you knew was that you were with Aomine.

Meanwhile, Aomine was listening to you blabber about God knows what next to him. “Babe, babe, babe— are you listening?” you said, voice light as ever.

“Yes, Y/N, I’m listening,” Aomine said with a smile.

“So like, yesterday, I was eating dinner and—“ you paused for a moment and fixated on his face, narrowing your eyes at him. “Woah, you’re really hot.”

“What?” Aomine laughed at your sudden comment.

You moved your hand over to him, running your fingers through his hair as Aomine did his best to stop laughing. Of course, you found yourself giggling with him as your hand moved down so that it was now caressing his cheek. “You’re like, super hot— I really wanna just,” you stopped again, but this time to press your lips against his.

The whole room was now filled with snickers as your friends watched you all over your boyfriend.

And as much as Aomine loved having you all over him like this, he didn’t like being the centre of attention, so he did his best to pull you off of him— though he was smiling like an idiot the entire time. “Calm down, there are people here,” he chuckled, watching as you went on giggling like a child.

You managed to sit still for about two seconds before you climbed onto Aomine’s lap again, wrapping your arms around his neck as your legs straddled his hips.

“Those brownies make you awfully clingy, huh?” Aomine said, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. You’d think he was annoyed at you by the tone of his voice, but he was actually quite enjoying the attention.

“The brownies were yummy— I want more,” you mumbled as your chin rested on his shoulder.

“How about not?” Aomine replied, not even wanting to think about how much worse that would be.

“Daikiiii,” you dragged on.

“Yes, Y/N, I’m listening,” he said patiently, noticing how everyone else was engaged in their own conversation.

“We should go to your bedroom,” you giggled.

“We have guests— why would you want to go to the bedroom?” Aomine questioned, though he kind of knew what you were getting at.

You pulled away from his body a bit so that you were looking him in the eyes as you sat on his lap. “Well, I want you to fuck me, of course,” you laughed, as though it should have been blatantly obvious to him.

Aomine’s face went bright red. It wasn’t that he wasn’t expecting you to say something like that, it’s just the bluntness of your words caught him off guard. Once the initial surprise subsided though, his face slowly relaxed into a smirk. “I think those brownies had something other than weed in them,” he joked, though he wasn’t opposed to a quickie with you since everyone else seemed to be doing their own thing.

“Come on,” you whined as you began to leave kisses all over his neck— ones that were sure to leave marks later. “I want you.”

Aomine sighed, he was admittedly getting quite riled up from all this affection you were suddenly showing him. He finally stood up, carrying you in the process by holding up your thighs. “I think Y/N has had enough for tonight, I’m just gonna put her to bed, alright?” Aomine lied to your friends, though it didn’t seem necessary as they barely responded anyways.

Once you two were in his bedroom, he shut the door behind him before laying you down on his bed. He crawled on top of you with a grin spread across his face as he looked down at you giggly face. “You’re so hot when you’re on top of me,” you smiled— at this point you had no filter. You said whatever popped into your mind.

“You are really something else, Y/N. Are you sure you want to do this right now?” Aomine questioned.

“Yes, yes! I want you to ruin me Daiki,” you grinned.

Aomine flashed you a devious smile before roughly pushing his lips against yours. Your hands roamed around his back as one of his hands reached under your shirt, the cold fingertips grazing against your soft skin making you hum happily.

The blue haired boy certainly wasn’t expecting his night to go this way. His tongue in your mouth, hand inching down your body and tightening pants— he just could help it. How could he ever resist someone like you?

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[kurootonin]

study buddies - kuroo tetsurō

summary : kuroo didn’t want to invest his time on dates and relationships given his already hectic schedule, but one day you suddenly came crashing into his life... literally.

pairing : kuroo x fem!reader

genre : fluff + angst(?), strangers(?) to friends to lovers!

word count : 1.4k

warnings : uhh bad words ?

kuroo tetsurō.

ALMOST EVERYONE IN NEKOMA HAS HAD A CRUSH ON HIM AT SOME POINT

he definitely knows

but he never really paid much attention to it because he wanted to focus on his studies and volleyball

bUT YOU SUDDENLY CAME CRASHING INTO HIS LIFE

literally.

you two first met when you bumped into him and spilled iced coffee all over him and his paper work for english.

that paper work he almost forgot about because he’s been studying all week for tests

that paper work he crammed for last minute

that paper work on the floor that’s gotten all wet and wrinkly because of your coffee

POOR PAPER WORK 😭

POOR KUROO 😭

YOU FELT SO BAD ABOUT IT

you knew kuroo

aside from the fact that he was in most of your classes, he was also nekoma’s volleyball team captain

you had always admired him from a far not in a romantic way though and

you often think about how the heck he could balance his academics and deal with the volleyball team at the same time.

a common folk like you couldn’t relate

if you were in his position you would’ve probably given up already because having good grades and being a great team captain is definitely not easy

SO YOU FIGURED THAT HE WOULD PROBABLY YELL AT YOU OR ASK YOU TO DO LAPS AS COMPENSATION FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO WHAT YOU THINK SEEMS TO BE VERY IMPORTANT PAPER WORK

but he just took a deep sigh and said that it was okay

it’s not okay though he was literally about to explode

“i can talk to the teacher about it!! i’m gonna explain everything so you can turn it in later than the others, i can help you with it as well... if it’s okay with you.”

he agreed

and that’s when your little meet ups with kuroo started 🤩

at first it was just for that one paperwork

but after your first meeting you two immediately decided to become study buddies !

you actually needed a tutor for physics too because you sucked at it

MOVING ON

it’s already been about 3 months since you started doing the study buddies thing with kuroo and you’d be lying if you say you didn’t catch feelings for him because

YOU DEFINITELY DID

at first he would just walk you home whenever he can

then he started doing more things that made your heart go 💘💖💕💞💓💗💖💘💕💝💞💗💞💕💖💝💕💓💘

kuroo started letting you borrow his hoodies and jackets whenever you got cold

then he started holding hands with you while walking home (sometimes in school too) and that made you feel very safe

also brings you snacks and drinks he got on his way to school claiming he got it for kenma but he didn’t like them so he just gave them to you

you don’t need to lie kuroo we all know you got them for yn on purpose 🥱

he’s even got your schedule memorized so he’ll know when to squeeze in your little dates study dates 👀

and you’re just in awe because how can a man be so perfect ???

where has he been all your life ?????

then it happened, he started using CORNY PICK UP LINES

that’s when you finally accepted that you do infact like him

you hated pick up lines because it made you cringe alot 😖

but the first time kuroo did it, you’re heart suddenly started beating faster than normal then you’re stomach suddenly felt like there’s a whole zoo in there and then you started blushing red like a tomato 🍅

you’re basically whipped

kuroo : u must be a red blood cell

yn : huh? why?

kuroo : because you take the oxygen away from my lungs and straight to my heart

yn : you’re such a dork

yn’s brain : MY DORK IWBZIWHSIQHSIWHDIWJDIWBSINWIXHS

you like LIKE him alright 😼

but kuroo on the other hand..

WAS IN DENIAL ABOUT HIS FEELINGS FOR U

BUT ONE DAY KENMA POINTED IT OUT

“are you two dating?”

kuroo : huh? who?????? 😅😗😶😬

kenma : yn. the other day the others kept bugging me about it... i was busy playing and they won’t stop asking me to talk about it

kuroo : why would i be dating her?? we’re just study buddies. 😳

kenma : study buddies don’t share eachother’s hoodies.

kuroo : WELL SHE WAS COLD THAT ONE TIME

......

AND THAT OTHER TIME TOO SO 👉🏼👈🏼

kenma : oh okay. explains why 10 of your hoodies are probably with yn right now 🧐

kuroo : look, i was just being a nice person. i don’t want her to die from the cold or something.

kenma : die from the cold, sure. how about the holding hands thing, do study buddies do that as well??? 🤨

detective conan found jobless it’s detective kenma now

kuroo : i didn’t want her to get lost?

kenma : ....in school?

“OKAY FINE I LIKE HER” 😭😭😭😭

*cue the nekoma team entering the gym*

kuroo’s brain : oh shit.

lmao they weren’t even surprised about it

yaku : i thought you guys were dating already?

tora : you two kept doing all the couple stuff and it makes me feel very single :D

inuoka : please, everyone thinks they’re dating, even shoyo asked me about it during the practice match!

.....

was i being too obvious about it??? - kuroo 2k21

yaku : 👁👄👁

lev : well.. i think your pick up lines definitely gives it away, so...

kenma : for once i agree with lev 👍🏼

lev : what do you mean for once 😾

the gym doors suddenly opened revealing a very happy yn

you haven’t seen kuroo in a while because of their practices so you were very much looking forward to today

yn : HEY GUYS !! (*^o^*)

everyone suddenly scurries off leaving a very dumbfounded kuroo

yn : why did everyone suddenly leave do they hate me or something? (◞‸◟)

kuroo : no no! i just asked them to start with practice already.

lies

yn : oh okay then, why are you still standing here? go on i’ll wait for you to finish! ᵔᴗᵔ

kuroo is on edge

he doesn’t know if he’ll confess now or he’ll confess NEVER

because if you knew about his feelings for you and never confronted him about it

doesn’t that mean he got silently(?) rejected

but this is kuroo were talking about

yn : kuroo you-

kuroo : i need to tell you something

yn : it could probably wait til later, your team needs you

kuroo : no, i need to tell you now.

yn : 😶

you were nervous. kuroo has never been this serious about wanting to tell you something...

does he know about your feelings?

are you gonna get rejected... right now?

yn : look if it’s about-

kuroo : i don’t wanna go on study dates with you anymore.

“oh.”

you were frozen in your spot and your tears are finding their escape

what were you thinking how could the kuroo tetsurō like you back, you aren’t on his level and he was probably just being a good guy by doing all the things he’s done for you :(

that’s what you thought

back to kuroo

KUROO DIDN’T KNOW THAT YOU WERE TEARING UP BECAUSE HE WAS LOOKING DOWN SO WHEN HE LOOKED UP TO SAY MORE HE PANICKED SHUWHDIWHD

kuroo : OH MY GOD YN WHY ARE YOU CRYING ??????

yn : well.. i just got rejected by you, i knew you’d caught on my feelings eventually.

kuroo : i wasn’t rejecting y- WAIT DID YOU SAY FEELINGS ??? you have feelings for me TOO ?” 🙀

yn : TOO ???? YOU LIKE ME ??? 🤯

yaku on the corner watching the whole thing unfold with the whole nekoma team : wow, they really are perfect for each other.

kenma and tora : 🤦🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

kuroo : i was about to say i don’t want to go on study dates with you anymore because i want to go on a real date.....

yn : oh.....

kuroo : so ???

yn : of course i’d love too !! but first.. you need to go practice.. they’re waiting for you 👉🏼

nekoma team : 😄🍿

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING GO BACK TO PRACTICE NOW!!!!!” - very flustered kuroo

yn : uhh you need to go practice with them too 😶

kuroo : oh right !

kuroo suddenly kisses you on the forehead before he scoots off to the team leaving a very flustered you standing there like : 😳🧍🏻‍♀️

during the practice, the team didn’t miss a chance to tease him about what had happened 😅

poor guy, he was so caught up in his feelings he forgot that the whole team was watching them...

well atleast he scored a date with his study buddy! ♥︎

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[lady-une]

They Always Leave

This is something I wrote just to process my feelings about a guy. Nothing fanfic related at all. Honestly probably just a pile of emotions horribly written. But if you read it enjoy. It made me cry.

Trigger warning that this does mention drug use but honestly this stuff isn’t a drug.

Loud laughter and music could easily have been heard by anyone who happened to drive by or park near the crazy looking Toyota. For inside the Toyota held three friends, who were just doing their normal Scooby gang shit of smoking and listening to music. Their bellies were full having just engorged themselves on wings, cheese curds, and waffle fries.

The night was setting up to be a normal night for the trio, nothing to crazy. The only thing out of the ordinary was that a special appearance was to be made by a man who once partook in these normal nights. A man who’s laughter lifted one of the girls spirit. A man who did stupid shit all the time just to make people laugh. A man who’s darkness matched Alice’s. He was everything she wanted all rolled up in one stupid motherfucker.

When Alice had first met Caleb he was just some random guy who had tagged along with another guy her best friend had been seeing. Everyone knew of him as alibi, he was just some stupid redneck man. Not at all what Alice was attracted to. Yet the more time she spent with him the more that stupid redneck grew on her. She told herself it was nothing, chalked her emotions up to him just being a challenge. She knew he didn’t like big girls, he preferred his woman small and red headed. It was fine, everyone had their preference in a mate. Hell Alice had her own and this man didn’t hit any requirement.

But something changed. The playful teasing and remarks changed. She started to see him differently. An attraction started to slowly build deep in her gut. Small little hugs became more. Being so close to him that she could feel his breath on her cheek as they spoke silly things to one another about what they were doing. The urge to kiss him started to grow. The day dreams of him professing his attraction started to become recurring. The way he looked at her, it made her second guess everything. Was that smile different? Did he always follow me with his eyes? She started to ask around to see if anyone else had noticed anything or if it was all in her girly imagination. Some said he was just being friendly and a few said he probably had feelings too.

Alice had a way of showing her affection. Some call it a love language but in all honesty it was just childhood trauma and her way of trying to buy affection. To keep someone from leaving, because Alice knew they all left in the end. She had slowly started to gift him things. It started out small, a sex toy since he had been in a two year dry spell. She had taped it up with two containers of gorilla tape. She had joked saying it was to mimic being at a bar and having to work for that piece of ass. Then she had found out his favorite beer. Of course it would be a seasonal one, just like her who had a love of a hard to find seasonal liquor. She checked daily for the beer to come in stock and finally when it did she bought 3 cases knowing it wouldn’t last long but it would put a smile on his face.

For his birthday she had requested the day off work. The idea had formed to drive the hour long drive to his job and tape his truck up with clear wrap and then attach birthday balloons. Then meet him and his friend Greg at the bar for a birthday lunch. There she would give him his gift, a shirt. Nothing extravagant, just one from his favorite online brands that supported the troops. Yet that whole plan had been lost. Gone in an instant. Lies and deceit had caused her to part ways with her once close friend Greg. Caleb was a causality as her best friend had called it. Alice hated it, she didn’t want to part from Caleb.

The birthday shirt had sat days in her room at the end of her bed. Still in the delivery packaging. Alice would have just dropped it off in the bed of his truck had she known his address. Instead after a night of smoking and drinking she had finally texted him. Letting him know she had his gift, letting him know how much she missed him. With the dawn of the next day came sobriety and realization of how stupid she was. Quickly opening the chat she saw he had not seen the messages, this was her chance to right the wrong. With a click of her finger she unsent the messages to Caleb. It wasn’t until later in the day that Caleb had finally opened the chat up and saw that she had unsent the messages and called her out on it.

Alice confessed that she had texted him some stupid ramblings about the boxing match she had seen. A bold face lie but there was no way in hell she would confess her feelings to him sober. Instead she lied and then asked to meet so she could give him his birthday gift early. He had agreed to meet her while she was out with her friends. A quick drive by and it would be fine. Or that’s what Alice had told herself.

The margarita she had in the restaurant had calmed her nerves. The devils lettuce she was smoking had made her even more calm. This would be fine, she repeated her mantra “it’s fine” over and over in her head. A quick in and out.

It wasn’t long before she received the text that he was pulling up and asked where to park. She told him to look for the Yoda mobile and loud music. He replied back with a simple “LOL” and then she heard his loud truck before she saw it. Looking at her friends she smiled before getting out of the car with the gift. Caleb had parked two spots to the left of car and was climbing out of it by the time she reached him. The man wore his standard wranglers and brown boots with his KORN t-shirt and hat.

Alice laughed before nervously saying, “I should have bet on KORN instead of the fuck your feelings shirt.”

“That shirt was dirty, this was the nearest shirt.” Caleb replied with a half smile on his face.

Alice looked up at him trying to decipher what his eyes were possibly saying behind his dark sunglasses. A memory of a time earlier that summer where she yelled at him to take those damn shades off so she can see that he was looking at her while she talked to him popped in her head. To an outsider it would look like she was being mean to him but that was how they were. They would loudly bicker and cuss one another out with a smile on their faces.

“Well now you have a new shirt. Sorry I didn’t get you those jeans you wanted, you know shit just got weird and I felt weird texting you to ask about the jeans.”

“You didn’t have to.” Caleb replied as he took the colorfully bright pink Disney princess bag from Alice’s outstretched hand. He looked at the bag and back to her with a smile.

“Don’t give me that look, I saw it at target and the damn thing screamed ‘Caleb’ so I had to buy it. Now go on and open it!”

Caleb shook his head as he opened the bag up, sifting through the pink and blue tissue paper Alice had stuffed into it. When Caleb finally had the shirt in hand he tossed the princess bag into the bed of his truck and unfolded the shirt to hold it up and inspect it.

“I fucking love it Alice!” He shouted as he looked at the shirt that had bullets in the shape of a hand flicking you off.

“I wasn’t sure if I should get that one or the one with all the fish on it that said size matters. But Greg said to get this one.”

“Well I love it, thank you!”

Caleb opened his arms and Alice fell right into them wrapping her arms around his back and taking comfort in his hold. It had been too long since she got to hold her favorite person. She often dreamt of him holding her and it felt just as good as her dreams.

“Come on Alice, say your goodbyes. He is a casualty.” Yelled out Alice’s best friend from the back of the Toyota affectively killing Alice’s moment with Caleb.

“Casualty?” Caleb asked.

Alice pulled away but held on with just one hand to his KORN shirt, “Just ignore her.”

“Mmmhmm. How are things going with that?” Caleb inquired.

Before Alice could give him an answer her other friend yelled from the driver seat in his Yoda voice “Say your goodbyes and lets go.”

Alice looked from Caleb to her friends in the car and stomped her foot as she yelled “I wanna keep this one!”

The car of friends broke out in a laughter knowing that she was referencing a TikTok they had all seen hundreds of times. They thought she was being funny, they knew she had a crush on Caleb but she had meant it. She didn’t want him to be a casualty. She wanted him to stay in her life.

“You should probably get going, I don’t wanna hold you up.” Caleb said with a slight chuckle.

“I don’t want to. Can’t you stay awhile?” Alice asked looking up at him through her sunglasses. She could feel the tears wanting to come but held them back.

“You know I cant.”

“Please.” She begged.

“I have to get home.”

“Live a little.”

“I do live a lot but just not with you.”

“Same excuse every time.”

“Get going now before they leave your ass.”

Alice grabbed on to his shirt with the other hand. “I don’t want to.”

The tears were welling up inside her eyes, she didn’t know how much longer she could hold off. She hated crying in front of people. She saw it as a weakness. The many years as a child being told to stop crying or she would be given a reason to cry. Then as an adult being told by the man she was seeing that crying was a weakness and that she need to toughen up and that she wasn’t allowed to cry and be weak. She knew it was perfectly fine to cry and it was not a weakness. It was something that she told her kids all the time when they felt sad. That it was normal to cry and that you should cry and work through your emotions. Yet it was something she preached but never practiced herself. She had four kids at home to watch over, she didn’t have time to be weak.

“Thank you for the gift Alice, I really do like it.” Caleb said as he held onto one of her arms.

“I’m glad you do.” The first traitorous tear slip passed her eyes and she knew the instant Caleb saw it because his face lost all playfulness.

“Alice…” he gently called her name.

“I know its stupid. You don’t gotta tell me that. But I know the minute I let go and you get in your truck I wont see you again. All those plans we had will be gone. Who will take me to the gun shop to buy my first gun? Who will make sure that the sales man doesn’t take advantage of me? Who will help me learn to shoot it correctly? Why couldn’t you like me? God I sound like a stupid female right now. But we would have been great together you know. You matched my level of darkness, we matched each other in so many ways.”

“Alice..”

“You know it. They know it. Everyone knows it. Everyone always said that we should just get together but we both would just laugh but deep down I wanted it. God did I want it but you just couldn’t get past that I was a bigger girl. Boy do I feel fucking stupid on an epic proportion right now.”

“Alice everyone has their preference, you always said we were friends because you knew I didn’t like you like that.”

“Of course I did because I didn’t wanna lose you. Better to be friends then not have you in my life. Funny how now I wont even have that.”

The tears were freely falling at this point. Alice could no longer hold her head high, instead she looked down at the ground. She couldn’t look at that stupid face of his, that face that she knew would haunt her dreams for many days to come.

“Alice you will find someone so much better then me. My stupid ass wouldn’t make the best partner for you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. Look at me Alice.”

Alice shook her head, how could she look at him she was feeling pathetic at the moment. Crying because a man doesn’t want her. Caleb didn’t give her a chance to wallow in her own misery, he put his new shirt on the side of his truck bed and grabbed her face lifting it up to his. He lifted her sunglasses and looked at her tear stained face.

“Don’t cry Alice.”

“Shut up you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Caleb took his thumbs and brushed the tears away from her eyes. “I’m not someone to cry about.”

“To me you are.”

“You gotta let me go Alice. Move on. It was fun while it lasted and we will always have our memories.”

“Do they teach you these bullshit excuses when you guys are in school? I swear it’s the same fucking thing just said by a different guy.” Alice yelled angrily through her tears.

“Don’t be mad.”

“Don’t tell me what to feel.”

“Then don’t act like a spoiled brat.”

“Then don’t act like an ass who is un-attracted to fat women.”

“We aren’t going to get anywhere on this. Please don’t be mad and please don’t cry over me.”

Alice knew she was being mad because she was hurt and that she shouldn’t be. She knew she should be enjoying these last few moments with Caleb. With shaky hands Alice reached for Caleb’s sunglasses and lifted them up to see his face. Caleb was an expert at hiding his feelings, years in the military had made him hard.

“Why did you do it Alice?” Caleb quietly asked.

“You act like I did it on purpose. I didn’t plan on falling for you. If you weren’t so fucking perfect and if your darkness didn’t call to mine we would be safe.”

“I’m sorry Alice.”

“Me too Caleb.” Alice whispered as more tears fell down her face and she stood on her tippy toes to give him a chaste kiss at the edge of his lips.

Alice tried to smile through her tears and pulled away allowing him room to get back into his truck. With him seated in his truck Caleb rolled down the window and said goodbye before pulling away. Alice watched as the man she wanted nothing more did what all men do…..leave.

#Emotions #heart ache #broken heart #dating

[tangledstarlight]

with you i’d dance in a storm in my best dress

this is a super month delayed prompt from @ourstarscollided (”holding hands while running through the rain” for our favourite soulmates, Julie and Luke!”) i will accept the super late fees, this is way over the 3-5 businesses days I promised ghfj anyway! mhwa enjoy 💜

julie and luke go on a first date, it really is as simple as that.

(also on ao3, here)

The day that Luke had asked her out, Julie spilt half her coffee on his shoes and the other half on her maths homework. In her head the conversation had gone a little like this:

“Hey Julie do you uh, wanna go see the new How to Train Your Dragon with me tomorrow?”

“Oh, yeah, that sounds cool. Reggie loves those films.”

“Oh I uh, mean just–– just me. You and me. Us. Just. The two of us.”

“Like –– a date?”

“Yeah?”

And then she’d knocked her cup over. Coffee spreading across the library table and onto Luke’s shoes and seeping into the carpet. Their school librarian had come storming over at Julie’s loud exclamation and ushered them both out of the building with a glare.

In reality there had been a lot of awkward pausing and wide eyed staring and Luke rubbing at the back of his neck as he waited for her to answer and then mumbled apologies and burning cheeks.

So, it was worse. For her at least.

But she prefers the version in her head with the lack of stuttering and blushing, so that’s what she tells Flynn an hour later as she lies on her bed, phone pressed to her ear as she stares at her fairy lights.

“So? What did you say?” Flynn’s voice filters through the phone and Julie can practically hear the giddy edge to it.

“I uh—” she pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as her mind flashes back to them standing in the parking lot of the school, Julie trying to shove coffee stained sheets of paper into her bag and Luke cringing at the squelching sound his shoes made with every step.

He had opened his mouth to say something — Julie doesn’t know what, because her heart and brain had finally caught up by then and where on the same page as she blurted out a, “Yes! To the uh, the movie. And the— the date. If—if that’s still—”

“No! I mean, yes, I mean yeah I—” he stuttered, sucking in a breath before smiling at her, shy and sweet. “Yes I still want to. Have to do worse than spill coffee on my shoes to scare me off, Molina.” And he’d bitten his bottom lip slightly as he’d laughed, and Julie had blushed a little more at the earnest tone in his voice.

“I said yes,” she whispers into the phone, because a part of her is still sitting in the library thinking she’s completely misheard him and doesn’t want to pop this little bubble quite yet.

“Jules!” Flynn squeals and Julie has to pull her phone away from her ear a little to avoid permanent damage, “You’re going on a date with Luke! This is big. This is huge. Okay, what time are you meeting him? We have to find you the perfect outfit and I need a time scale here.”

She lets the bubble pop, lets Flynn’s excitement stoke her own until she’s off her bed and rooting through her wardrobe and making plans for what time Flynn should come over tomorrow to help her get ready. By the time they say goodbye and hang up, Julie is smiling and barely containing her excitement.

Because see, she’s kind of had a huge massive crush on Luke since they were kids. It had come and gone over the years — seeing him shove two whole slices of pizza in his mouth at the age of eleven had done a lot to kill the crush for a while. But then it was freshman year and he’d run into music class late with the biggest smile on his face as he declared he’d finally perfected part of his guitar solo for their assignment. Don’t ask Julie why that had been the moment the crush came back in full force, because she doesn’t know.

They’d always sort of been friends, the way you’re sort of friends with everyone you’ve known since kindergarten, where you’ve been to all their birthday parties and know all the cheesy roles they’ve played in school plays. Julie doesn’t know when they went from being casual friends who said hi in the hallway to being friends and talking everyday.

(That’s not strictly true, Julie knows it happened sometime between her mom dying and music sounding like roaring in her ears and almost being kicked from the music program and the boys joining her on stage without hesitation to help her keep her place. If she really had to pinpoint it, it would be the day he found her crying at a piano in an unused music room and had closed the blinds, locked the door and just sat with her.)

She knows that there’s been— moments over the last few months. Moments where she catches him looking at her, moments where she swears he blushes when she looks at him, moments where their hugs have lasted just a few seconds too long. But Julie hadn’t ever really thought they meant anything. At least not to him. (To her they meant a lot.)

Because he was Luke, with his charming smile and sleeveless shirts and rockstar image, and she was just Julie and they were just friends and why would he ever look at her as anything else?

All she knows is that now they were juniors and in a band and best friends and he’d asked her out on a date.

Julie collapses onto her bed, head hitting her pillows and hair flying into her face as the thought hits her fully, “Holy shit,” she whispers, clutching a pillow to her chest and finally, finally lets a giddy smile take over her face.

She’s going on a date with Luke Patterson and it’s utterly terrifying. He’s one of her best friends, what happens if it goes terribly? Do they have to stop being friends? Do they enter an awkward few months where they don’t know how to act around each other? Oh god maybe this was a terrible idea. Maybe she should text him and fake an illness. Maybe chicken pox, the chances of him remembering her having them when she was nine have got to be pretty low.

But, he’d asked her out with that silly little nervous habit of rubbing at the back of his neck and there’s been all the little moments over the last fews months and — it’s Luke. Julie blows out a breath and raises her pillow a little higher to tuck under her chin.

She’s going to go on a date with Luke and it’s terrifying, but it’s the kind of terrifying she feels whenever she gets up on a stage by herself to perform a new song. It’s the kind of terrifying that fills her with excitement too. She decides to focus on the excitement. 

//

Julie manages to push aside all her worries and fears and nerves all day and most of the afternoon when Flynn shows up, lunch in one hand and make up bag in the other. She even manages to forget about it when she’s holding her hair up and letting it drop back down her back, eyebrows raised at Flynn as they try to decide what to do with it. She manages to forget all about her fears as they deliberate between a dress or jeans and argue over what’s considered more casual.

And then Flynn leaves with an air kiss and a thumbs up and Julie is left at the top of the stairs tucking her hair behind her ears and pulling it back as she tilts her head at herself in the mirror. Objectively Julie knows she’s okay looking, knows that her family has always told her she’s beautiful and that Flynn hadn’t even hesitated to say she looked gorgeous before leaving.

But well, they had to say stuff like that. They were her family. Luke was...Julie didn’t know what Luke was right now, but she knew he was important — now and forever — and maybe it made her shallow but she wanted him to think she looked pretty.

Her nerves don't set back in until there’s a knock at her door and Carlos is running for it before she can stop him.

“Luke,” is all she can hear from the top of the stairs, and though Carlos is blocking most of her view she can just make out the cuffs of jeans and a pair of vans. She wonders if they’re still squeaking when he walks.

“Hey Carlos can I—” the sound of Luke’s voice sends a flurry of butterflies into her stomach and she sucks in a breath to try and settle her nerves. Why is she even nervous? It’s Luke! They’ve hung out hundreds of times before, they’re friends, they’re going on a date. Oh god. Okay.

Julie brushes her hands down the skirt of her dress and blows out a breath as she looks at herself in the mirror one last time. They’re just going for food and to see a movie. Something they’ve done hundreds of times before. It’s casual. It’s why she’d opted to wear her favourite sneakers instead of the heels Flynn has dug out of her closet. It’s a date, but it’s a casual date. As long as she keeps telling herself that she’ll be fine.

“Get it together,” she whispers to herself, tucking a curl behind her ear and nodding once. She can do this.

It’s just Luke.

She stops halfway down the stairs at the sight of her dad and brother talking to Luke in the doorway. Luke, who’s wearing a dark blue button down and jeans without rips and–– oh god he’s bought her flowers. Either she makes a noise or he’d been glancing up at the stairs because he’s looking at her, eyes a little wide with a soft smile that makes heat rush to her cheeks. Ducking her head, Julie descends the last few steps until she’s stood in front of him, her dad and brother stepping back to watch them. Fuck.

“You look—”

“—are those—”

They both start at the same time and Julie giggles while Luke rubs at the back of his neck with his free hand.

“You look really nice and um—” he hesitates, eyes briefly glancing over her shoulder where she can only assume her family are watching this awkwardness unfold. “These are for you.”

He holds the flowers out towards her, a collection of pale purples and bright yellows, and if she had time right now she’d try to name each of them. But she can feel her dad and brother still watching them and there’s a red flush starting to show up on Luke’s cheekbones.

They really need to get out of her house before one of them turns totally red.

“Thank you they’re… they’re really pretty,” she turns around, handing the flowers to her dad and quickly turning back, picking her purse and phone up from the table by the door, “Can you put them in water for me please? Okay, bye!”

They make it through the door and almost to the porch steps before her dad is at the door calling out to them, “No later than 10:30!”

“I know dad!”

An awkward silence falls over them as they walk to his car and Julie tries desperately to come up with something to say, finally blurting out, “You’re wearing sleeves.”

Her hands wave at his shoulders and biceps covered in fabric. Julie’s not sure when the last time was that she’d seen his arms so covered. Maybe the winter showcase last year when Reggie had said they needed to dress up and forced him into a suit jacket. But that hadn’t been voluntary.

“My mom said I couldn’t go on a date with my shoulders showing. Apparently it would be rude?” He phrases it like a question, an eyebrow raised as he looks at her, as if she’d have an opinion on his bare shoulders being rude or not. She didn’t know date etiquette. Was it rude?

“I wouldn’t have been personally offended by them,” she shrugs, shooting him a small smile and feeling grateful when he laughs.

This is fine, they’re going to be fine. They just have to get over this awkward start and weirdly charged silences. Maybe it was a good job they were seeing a movie first, no chance for awkward conversation as they tried to find their footing. Julie blows out a breath and smiles up at him.

“So, how annoyed is Reggie that we’re seeing this without him?”

And it's like every other time they've hung out, only her fingers keep brushing against his and he keeps looking at her shyly from the corner of his eye while he drives. Its the same but it's different but Julie thinks it's maybe a good kind of different.

//

By the time they leave the movie theatre, hands brushing as they walk side by side, Julie’s feeling a little more settled in their date. Or a little more settled in herself at least.

Settled in the shy glances and shared popcorn and the way Luke had left his hand palm up on the arm rest between them and she’d felt brave enough during the second half of the film to lay hers on top.

She was feeling that much more confident about their date that, as they walked towards the entrance talking about the film, she was seconds away from closing the gap between their brushing hands and linking their fingers together. Which is of course when they both notice it’s raining.

In LA. Which, well Julie doesn’t know if she believes in signs or omens, but she’s pretty sure this classes as one. And she's not sure if it's a good or bad one.

“Fuck,” Luke mutters as he looks outside at the falling rain before looking down at her, a small furrow between his brows. The two of them both clearly remembering how he’d parked six blocks away because it was cheaper. And how neither of them have a coat or a jacket or even a bag worth holding over her hair.

“Guess we’re going to have to run,” she shrugs, shooting him a quick smile before making sure her phone is stashed safely in her purse.

“Or we could wait it out?”

“What? Scared of a little rain?” she teases, eyebrow quirked as she looks up at him.

“No,” he huffs out a laugh, one hand coming up to tug playfully at one of her curls letting it stretch out before springing back, his hand left hovering next to her shoulder, “But your hair?”

Her eyes soften a little as she shrugs one shoulder — and maybe it’s the one under his hand, and maybe she only does it so his palm and fingers will brush against the exposed skin of where her neck meets shoulder and maybe she stands a little awkwardly to prolong that concat. It’s all maybes. There’s no proof that’s why she does it — and smiles, “I was going to wash it tomorrow anyway. Come on Patterson, I bet if we run fast enough we can dodge the raindrops.”

“Not to sound like Alex but I don’t think that’s possible,” he bites his bottom lip slightly as he laughs and if she was feeling a little braver right now, Julie thinks she might have kissed him. But she’s not feeling brave enough for that. “You sure you don’t want to wait it out?”

“You ready to run?” She asks instead, turning towards the doors and holding her hand out to him. Maybe she’s not brave enough to kiss him, but holding his hand as they run through the rain? That feels doable.

She wiggles her fingers up at him a dare, a challenge, a question, all wrapped up together as she waits to see if he’ll take her hand. And she only has to wait a heartbeat before his palm is slapping down on hers, fingers slotting between each other and he’s tugging her towards the door.

“Oh I’m ready to run. I’m not sure you’re ready to keep up.”

He doesn’t give her a chance to respond before he’s pulling open the door and Julie is squealing as the first drops of rain hit her head and splash against her bare shins.

“Thought you knew how to dodge raindrops,” Luke teases as he pulls her along and Julie squeezes his hand before tugging him towards a puddle in the pavement to kick water up at him.

The indigent squeak of protest that leaves his lips makes her laugh in response, that only grows at the pout on his lips as he pulls at their joint hands until she has to stumble away from the puddle and into his side. And Luke lifts his arm until she gets the idea of ducking under it until her back is against his front and his arms wrap around her waist, picking her up off the ground and laughing into her hair at the startled squeak she makes, fingers cold even through her dress as he carries her away from the puddle with a huff of breath in her ear. “Oh I’m going to get you back for that.”

She doesn’t doubt him, and is kind of giddy in her excitement about what he might do. There’s something about the rain falling around them and the way it makes the empty streets and parking lots look that makes her forget she was ever worried in the first place.

Because she’s Julie and he’s Luke and she forgets sometimes, that things that are supposed to be scary are easy with him. The first time she sang after her mom, the first time she drove without her dad, the first time she snuck out her bedroom window. She feels like she can do anything as long as he’s by her side. She feels pretty fearless.

The second her feet hit the ground again she turns around his arms, trailing her own cold fingers up his wrists and forearms to circle around his biceps, tucking her fingers under the hems of his shirts sleeves and chooses to decide the shiver that runs through him is due to the rain that’s starting to slow around them and not the way she’s starting tracing idle patterns into his warm skin.

“How are you going to get me back?” She whispers, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she looks up at him. At the way the rain has plastered his hair across his forehead, at how his eyes dart from her lips to her eyes and back again.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” he says softly and she feels his fingers flex against her back and Julie definitely can’t blame the shiver that runs through her on the rain or the cold air because while they’ve been staring at each other it’s stopped raining and now they’re just standing in a parking lot in each other arms.

If it wasn’t quickly becoming her favourite place she might feel a little more embarrassed.

“Jules,” he whispers and she’s momentarily distracted by the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips that she almost misses his next words, “I uh I had a plan. We were going to have a picnic in that park you like? But I— well. I didn’t plan for the rain.”

She blinks at him, pulling her thoughts away from his lips and how they’d feel against hers and back to the moment and— a laugh bubbles past her lips, leaning her forehead against his shoulder as she lets his words fully register. She can feel a chuckle rumble through him where she’s pressed against his chest and his fingers dig slightly into her sides.

“In my defence, it’s LA. No one ever plans for rain,” he mutters into her hair and that makes her laugh again.

Pulling back just enough to look at his face she shakes her head at him, ignoring the way droplets of water fall down her back from her hair as teases him, “Wow and here was me thinking you’d prepared for everything.”

“If you don’t hold it against me I promise to prepare for rain for our next date,” Luke says it casually, but his fingers have started tapping lightly on her back and his eyes are wide and hopeful, looking so much like he had the day before that Julie can’t stop the smile that pulls at her lips.

“If you don’t show up with umbrellas and raincoats I’ll never trust you again,” even as she says the words she knows they’re a lie. Julie’s pretty sure there’s no one she trusts more. Fingers tapping against his biceps she offers, “We can eat in your car?”

“Mhm sounds like a plan,” he agrees but makes no move to let her go and she doesn’t do anything to move away either. He looks like he’s working himself up to something and it's then that Julie realises that he’s just as nervous about this as she is and that if she has to wait for Luke to make the first move they might be standing here for a long time.

So she lets that feeling of fearlessness from earlier flood back in, lets her fingers slide out from under his sleeves and wrap around his neck, pulling herself up onto her tiptoes until they’re almost eye to eye. Their height differences has never been so obvious to her as it is right now and she can’t decide if she likes it or wishes she’d worn the heels.

“Luke?” she whispers.

“Yeah?” his breath blows across her lips and she’s so close she can almost hear the way he swallows.

“Are you going to kiss me now?”

Julie doesn’t realise she’s been holding her breath until it wooshes out of her when he pulls her even closer with one arm around her waist and the other traveling to cup the back of her head as his lips finally touch hers. It’s messy and rushed and wet with rain, but Luke’s lips are soft and careful until she pulls herself up just a little higher and can deepen it. Teeth catching and lips pulling into smiles and soft groans as she scratches lightly at his scalp. 

She’s kissed boys before, pecks on the lips and a disastrous seven minutes in a closet with Nick last year and an awkward first date with one of the boys from her maths class who had transferred the next year. None of them had been perfect or great or even good and she’d wondered if it was her. If she was the bad kisser.

But standing in an almost empty parking lot with the street lights reflecting off the wet tarmac with Luke’s arms around her, holding her, his lips chasing after hers as she pulls away to breathe? It’s imperfect and perfect and everything she never knew she’d been missing.

“That was—”

“—god you’re beautiful, did I tell you that earlier?”

Luke’s words cut her off as he presses his lips to the corner of her mouth, to just under her ear, to her jaw.

“I—” but she doesn’t know how to finish her sentence, a furrow between her brows as she leans back a little in his arms so she can see his face, shaking her head with a small laugh, “I’m soaked through with rain and my hair is a total mess. I don’t think beautiful is the right word here.”

“Bullshit,” he states, the hand that had been holding the back of her head, fingers tangled in wet curls, comes around to cup her cheek, calloused thumb brushing across her cheekbone once, twice, as his eyes roam around her face before focusing sorely on her eyes. “You’re the most beautiful person in any room or parking lot or space on earth. In the whole universe. Rain soaked hair doesn’t change that.”

“Oh,” is all she can get out as a blush rushes into her cheeks and she knows that Luke notices because his thumb strokes against it again and his lips pull up into a half smile that she knows means he’s about to say something incredibly dumb that will ruin the incredibly sweet moment. So she leans forward and presses her lips against his before he gets the chance.

//

They drape the blanket Luke had bought for the picnic across the back seat of his car and try their best to get dry without losing any clothing or soaking the seats. He pulls out a basket from the trunk filled with her favourite soda and slightly squashing sandwiches and cookies she knows his mom must have helped him bake and unevenly sliced carrot sticks that scream of Reggie throwing them in at the last minute. Luke passes her the aux cord and she skips through a playlist until she finds something she likes and they let his terrible car radiator try to warm them up while they eat their picnic. Though really it’s his arm around her shoulders and his hand covering her knee and her fingers trailing up and down his arm that do most of the warming up.

At 10:25 he walks her up to her front door, biting at his bottom lip as he bounces on the balls of his feet and glancing from the door to her and back again.

“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. For band practice,” Luke says, his eyes still going from the door to her and back again and it’s starting to make her a little dizzy.

“Mhm,” she mumbles, taking a half step towards him, hoping it’ll keep his eyes in one place. Which they do. On her lips. And she doesn’t even try to stop the smile that pulls at them when she realises it. Pushing up on to her tiptoes again she kisses him once, quickly, sweetly and starts to step away. She only makes it as far as lifting one foot up before Luke is wrapping a hand around her waist to pull her back to him, lips moving together in a way that’s different from the kisses they’ve already shared. When he pulls away to breathe she presses a kiss to his cheek and finally manages to step away while he’s looking a little stunned. “Text me when you get home okay? I’ll see you tomorrow Luke.”

She opens her front door and slips inside before she can change her mind and stand on her front pouch kissing him all night. Because she could do that. Spend a whole night just kissing him. Julie presses her fingers to her lips as a giddy smile takes over her face, twitching aside the curtain that covers the window next to the door in time to see Luke getting into his car and driving away.

For their next date three days later they go to the arcade by the pier, and she doesn’t even care about the odd looks everyone around them shoots their way at the peeling laughter that erupts out of her when he pulls a bright yellow umbrella out of the trunk of his car with a wink.

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #julie molina x luke patterson #jukebox #jatp #jatp fics #still have no clue what to tag fics as on here sos ghfjd #god this really did take me a whole month huh. but i like it. i think. idk about the ending #it could be worse. okay anyway. goodbye enjoy. #*fics #this tehcnicaly counts as a promot so!!! #*prompts

[hops-hunny]

Cormac mcgagen 🤢 flirting with the reader and it gets Ron furious and to tease Ron the reader flirts back and ends up with Ron dragging them up to his dorm and y’know🙃

18+ DNI IF YOU’RE A MINOR AND/OR AGE IS NOT IN YOUR BIO, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED IN AN INSTANT

Ron chuckled at the sight that was unfolding in front of him. Across the room, Cormac McLaggen was chatting it up with his bird. Well, the proper thing to say he was attempting. He had started off a conversation, not letting her get a singular word into the makeshift chat.

However, what he wasn't expecting was for her to place one of her pretty little hands on his chest, giggling at his joke that couldn't have been that funny. He trusted her though, he knew she wouldn't do anything to upset him. But when that fool went in to whisper something in her ear he had had it. He briskly made his way across the room, ripping them apart. He wrapped both his arms around her waist, bringing her to rest against him as he stared at the boy intensely.

"So, what are you chatting about. Seemed like you two were having a grand old time before I came over!" when neither of them spoke up he let out a dry laugh flashing them an overly done smile. "No I insist! Don't let me stop the fun."

"Well if you wanna know so badly Ronald, (Y/n) here was telling me how strong I look. Isn't that right cutiekins?" Cormac cooed, stroking the girl's cheek. Ron snorted, waiting for the girl's response. (Y/n) was known to have quite of a temper, especially when it came to men who invaded her personal space. However, the look in her eye's was different than usual.

"Yeah. You've been looking really strong lately, Cormac. In fact, I'd say you-" Ron didn't even let the girl finish, quickly dragging her away from the vile excuse of a man. He was pissed, just what did she think she was doing? She knew how he felt about the bloke and yet she has the nerve to sit up here and spew such lies?

When they reached his room, he turned around slamming it behind them before turning the lock. He spun to look at her finding her looking at him with those god damn pretty (e/c) eyes like she hadn't just tried to pull the stunt of the history.

"What in the hell was that?" he seethed through gritted teeth, stepping closer to her as he gripped at her cheeks with a forceful hold.

"What do you mean? You know me, I don't like to lie Ro-" she yelped as he picked her up, tossing her on the bed with ease. He hovered over her, pinning her hands above her head. "What's this for?" she asked, irritation clear on her face.

Ron let out a hardy laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "What's this for huh? So this is how you plan on acting tonight? That's quite alright princess, just don't expect to cum." he said, releasing her hands as he began to undress himself, ripping her from her outfit as well.

He couldn't believe her behavior earlier. Sure, (Y/n) liked to push his button's from time to time just to rile him up. And yeah usually he'd get a rise out of it as well, but this? With Cormac?

"W-what? Why?" she whined out as he began to rub at her clit, hips bucking when he pinched it lightly.

"Oh you know, I don't think I'm strong enough to make you do that. Maybe you could ask Cormac to." he cooed out, smirking as she began to buck her hips onto the fingers he had slipped inside of her messy cunt. He always knew just where to touch her to get the perfect amount of being worked up. Usually he'd finger her just like this, angling his fingers to hit her spot just right with the perfect amount of pressure, so he could make her cream over and over again.

"Ah, ah, ah" he started, ripping his fingers out as she was surely about to reach her climax. "Now why would you go, trying to cum, when I just told you that you wouldn't be tonight?" he asked, pumping his cock as he got off to the sound of her whimpers and pleas. She was just too god damn cute when he got her all worked up, begging him for even the slightest bit of release. He gripped under her knees, pressing her legs near her head as he rammed his cock into her with one swift motion.

"You really are pathetic, you know. You're lucky I'm even giving you my cock at all." he pulled out until it was the tip before snapping his forward with an intense thrust. He let out a load groan as her velvety walls clenched and squeezed his cock, the warmth of her feeling almost unbearable. He continued to fuck into her, stretching her more and more with each anger filled thrust.

Ron leaned down placing a soft peck on her drool covered lips, laughing at her blissed out expression. Those pretty eyes of her were rolled deep into her skull, tongue lulled out the side of her mouth. Her pretty (h/c) locks were stuck to her forehead and chest from the mix of sweat and saliva that covered her chest. He gripped her chin, angling her to look into his eyes as he gathered up his spit, shooting it direct her mouth. (Y/n) let out a loud moan, swallowing it as soon as it landed on her tongue. Ron growled at the sight, no one could satisfy his needy little whore, especially not Cormac McLaggen.

"You think Cormac could've fucked you like this? Hm?" He gripped both of her legs in one of his hands, using the other one to wrap around her delicate little neck. After a few moments passed and he still got no response he picked up the pace of his thrust, angling them deeper inside of her. "Answer me slut!"

"N-no! You, only you, only R-ron. C-cum please?" she droned on, her grip tightening on the cotton sheets as her back arched up, sending him impossibly deep. With each thrust, the tip of his cock kissed her cervix causing her to let out a string of moans, each one blending together with the last.

"Yo-you think I'm gonna let you cum?" he began to chuckle which grew into a sinister laugh. "You'll be lucky if I cum in you let alone let you cum!" he began to rub her clit, feeling as it throbbed against his finger. He wasn't going to last much longer.

"Beg me. I bet you've been dreaming of me cumming in you. Yeah, is that it? Want Cormac to see my cum running down those pretty legs of yours?" he smiled as she began to nod frantically, legs shaking in his grip. "Go on then, love."

"P-please Ron? Want your cum, want you to fill me up. Need it! Need you to so bad." she babbled on, begging and crying for him to fill her with his seed. Who was he to say no to such pretty little pleas? He picked her up, holding him against his chest as he fucked into her deep, groaning as his release triggered. He swore through gritted teeth, letting out a whimper of her name as he watched his cum began to spill out the sides of her abused little cunt. He felt her began to convulse on him causing him to quickly rip her from his cock.

"I meant what I said princess. If you wanna cum go fuck yourself, quite literally."

#brattysblurbs:ron #ron x reader #ron weasley x reader

[pinkyhim]

Little Mix Up (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 3.4k

theme: enemies to lovers  

 rating: explicit.

warnings: Swearing, ear biting, dry humping, dirty talk, no protection (use protection peeps), hair pulling, wet dreams lmao, marking/hickeys, fingering, slight pain kink?, jk is kind of possessive?, squirting, jk is a big boy (aka he has a big ding dong), slight overstimulation,Jungkook is cute in this uwu,

summary: A little camping trip mix up has you stuck in a tent with your enemy Jeon Jungkook, nothing could go wrong right?

Author’s Note - I originally posted this on another acc but I decided to delete it and just post it on here, Hope you guys enjoy this little piece of shit story :)

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You were not excited about this "healthy" little camping trip that your parents planned up, especially when you heard that the Jeon family was tagging along. You always tried your best to be gracious to them mainly because your mom was forever fixed on you, becoming friends with their only son, Jeon Jungkook. Now he was a problem, you honestly weren't sure why he always loathed you, but now, you don't even care. And for some reason, your mother wanted you to become friends with an asshole like him.

"I'm not going" You stated to your mother for the fourth time this morning, "Well, Y/N, it's not like you have a choice" Your mother responded as you let out a huge groan "I don't wanna go!" You say stomping your foot pouting. "Y/n pouting might work on your father, but not me, so start packing." She responds as you roll your eyes and stalk over to your room flinging the door shut to make your point. You didn't want to go on this trip if it wasn't obvious enough, Your mother wanted to get you and Jungkook in some kind of relationship of sorts but no way in hell were you ever going to date some jerk like Jungkook. You always tried to become acquainted with Jungkook but he continuously blew you off. You sighed laying down on your bed to call up your best friend Park Jimin.

He answered with "What?" You could hear something shuffling in the background "Oops, did I catch you at a bad time?" You said grinning "Nah, I was just scrolling on the internet" He responds and you hum "So what did your mom say?" He asks and you groan "I have to go to the camping trip with the Jeon family" You grumbled as Jimin chuckled "C'mon I'm sure it's not going to be that bad" You laugh dryly "Well obviously you think that because Jungkook is not a complete asshole to you." You say as your mom yells at you at hurry up "Shoot I got to go" You say your goodbyes to Jimin and hang up. Sighing you walk over to your closet and grab a backpack and fill it with necessities. After you finished you walked downstairs to see only Jungkook and your mother. "Um, where is everyone else?" You ask looking at your mother as she smiles "Didn't I tell you, sweetie? It's only going to be you and Jungkook"

Your jaw fell open as you saw Jungkook roll his eyes. Before you could argue with your mother she pushed you out of the house as you stood there completely baffled as Jungkook stood there staring at you. You saw your mother looking out the window so there was no chance of you going back inside to the safety of your home so with your head hanging low you dragged your feet inside Jungkook's black vehicle. Jungkook got inside without a word as he started driving. You were confused as hell, not because of what your mom did, naturally you expected her to pull something like that. What confused you is why Jungkook would agree if it was just going to be you two.

You pulled your phone out and sent a text to Jimin.

Y/N→Jimin you need to come and save me ಠ_ಠ

Jimin→ ????

Y/N→ My mom fucking tricked me!!!!!! She lied, and now I'm going camping with only Jungkook ヽ(ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ

Jimin→ Lol have fun.

Y/N→ BRUH ur supposed to save me you dick I'm going to die if I spend a weekend with this fuckface next to me ಠ╭╮ಠ

Jimin→ You won't be complaining when you get laid ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Y/N→  WTF does that mean?!?!?!?!??!!?

You shoved your phone into your pocket as Jimin went offline. You glanced over at Jungkook who was focusing on the road. You weren't going to lie he was handsome as fuck if he wasn't such a dick you might have actually fallen for him. Luckily for you, that didn't happen.

You stared outside the window wondering why Lady luck just seemed to hate your guts, After a while, You decided to break the uncomfortable silence, “Why did you agree?” You ask Jungkook as he huffs out a breath in annoyance, "I had no choice," He mutters out as you roll your eyes, "What? Did you think I would want to go camping with a weirdo like you?" Jungkook questions smirking as you whip your head towards him "What the fuck did you just say, Jeon?" You ask hands gripping the black leather seat tightly, "You heard me Y/N, Knowing you, you'll probably just masturbate the whole time" Your eyes went wide, as you remember that dreaded day where your mom decided to just let Jungkook waltz inside your room.

"Oh, You're here for Y/N?" Your Mother asks Jungkook as he nods, "Well, She's in her room," Your Mother responds as Jungkook gives a small thanks before making his way to your room. When Jungkook reached it, he heard some weird noises, Since he clearly has no sense of privacy or manners he swung the door open and caught you red-handed with your fingers knuckle deep inside your wet core, "Holy shit!" Jungkook shouted not able to tear his eyes away from the sight as your eyes snapped open, "What the fuck!???! Get out!" You yelled, attempting to cover yourself with your blanket but to no avail, Jungkook ran out of your room slamming the door shut leaving you sitting there with a beet-red face.

You blush a crimson color, "Shut up," You state as Jungkook scoffed, "Why did you even masturbate in the first place, You knew I was coming over for the project," Jungkook said as you averted your gaze from him, "W-Well maybe that wouldn't have happened if you just knocked," You respond slightly gnawing at your bottom lip, "Well if you weren't so eager for a date with your fingers, maybe I wouldn't have caught you," Your blood started to boil once you heard the words fall from Jungkook's mouth, "Excuse me?" You ask as you turn your head to see the smug look painted on Jungkook's face, "C'mon Y/N, We both know that the only thing that has touched you in the last three months was your right hand,"

You were about two seconds away from actually murdering Jungkook, but you decided that jail wasn't worth it so you just grumbled and turned away, ignoring Jungkook as you heard him laugh, deciding to distract yourself from him, you grabbed your phone and started to mindlessly scroll through social media, you stopped on a particular post that had your ex's face, you were certain that you had blocked him so you were surprised to see his face, you cringed at the horrible caption "What I do When I see someone pretty, I stare, I smile, Then I get tired and put the mirror down" You sighed as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, deciding to just take a small nap as your eyes fluttered shut,

You were awoken by the sound of Jungkook, "Y/N, Wake up, We're here" Jungkook spoke lightly pushing your shoulder, deciding to be stubborn you just let out a "hmph" before turning away, Jungkook rolled his eyes at your actions before grabbing both of your shoulders and start to viciously shake you, your eyes snapped open as you yelled, "Geez, What the fuck Jeon?!" You shoved his hands off of you as he scoffed, "I just wanted to warn you that your loud snoring might attract bears," Your eyes widen as you blushed, embarrassed, you stepped outside of the car murmuring "I don't fucking snore," You heard Jungkook snort at that "Yeah, right," He said chuckling, you cursed him under your breath before you took in the beautiful view of nature, the smell of grass and bark calmed you as you took a deep breath in, sadly you were broken from your trance as you heard Jungkook speak yet again "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me set up the tent," You could hear the annoyance in his voice, turning your head you saw Jungkook standing there with his hands on his hips looking like an angry child who didn't get their way, you bit your bottom lip holding back your laughter, "I don't know, I think I'll just stand here" You responded copying your posture to look like Jungkook's, "I don't have time for this Y/N" Jungkook spoke as you rolled your eyes, after a minute of watching Jungkook struggle to set up the tent alone you decided to cave in, making your way to Jungkook you helped him set it up, after another couple minutes of confusion Jungkook finally managed to set it up,

By that time the sun was already setting, you were surprised to see that there was only one tent, "Where's the other tent?" You ask as Jungkook turns his head towards you "What other tent?" He responds as you shake your head "There's no way in hell I'm sharing a tent with you," You say as you point your finger at Jungkook as he rolls his eyes, "Then why don't you just sleep in the car, you seemed to be comfortable sleeping there," He responds unfolding a chair for himself before sitting down, You let out a sarcastic laugh before walking over to him,

"No way!" You state stopping right in front of him, "Why don't you sleep in the car?" You ask doing a bad impression of him, Jungkook chuckled lowly before bringing his gaze up to you, you started to blush and fidget slightly under his gaze, You heard Jungkook murmur something under his breath, "What?" You ask, suddenly Jungkook grasped your wrist and pulled you down onto his lap, shocked, you let out a little squeak before Jungkook leans his head towards yours, his lips ghosting above yours before whispering in your ear "I said, you're such a fucking tease," You gasp as you feel him lightly nibble on your ear,

You felt as if you were hypnotized by him, you suddenly yearned for his touch,  more than you would like to admit, suddenly you seemed to have snapped out of your trance as you jumped off of his lap as if he had burned you, your breathing labored as you spoke, "I-I guess we could share," You spoke meekly before Jungkook smiled and said "Great,"

After eating some instant noodles, since both you and Jungkook can't cook worth of shit, You ran off into the forest using the excuse "I have to go the bathroom," After you were a reasonable distance away, you grabbed your phone and texted Jimin,

Y/N→ Jimin I need to speak to u ASAP

You waited a couple of minutes before Jimin replied,

Jimin→ What is it?

Y/N→Okay I know this is going to sound crazy but I think I like Jungkook

Jimin→ (·̿Ĺ̯·̿ ̿) you woke me up for this bullshit,

Y/N→DUDE I'm serious, so basically, I was arguing with Jungkook because there was only one tent and there was no way I was going to share with him, and the SUDDENLY he pulls me onto his lap and calls me a FUCKIN TEASE LIKE WTFFFFF,

Jimin→So now u want the jungcock?

Your eyes went wide as you read the text Jimin sent,

Y/N→ tbh...kinda

Jimin→HA I KNEW IT,

Y/N→WHAT SHOULD I DO?!

Jimin→ How am I supposed to know? ur the one trying to get into Jungkook's pants, not me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Y/N→ Geez Jimin, you're a big fucking help

Jimin→ Thank you, I try （。ˇ ⊖ˇ）

You ran your hands through your hair as Jimin goes offline, "I'm screwed" You mutter before making your way back to the tent, Your eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as you saw Jungkook changing right out in the open, You couldn't help but shamefully gawk at his incredibly hot back, how is somebody this good looking? You felt your blood run cold as Jungkook turned around, his eyes meeting yours. Luckily, it seemed like he didn't notice you, he slipped his shirt on before going inside the tent,

You let out a breath of relief, heading over to the car to grab your bag and quickly change into your sleepwear, you started to feel anxious as you realized that you and Jungkook would be sleeping next to each other, You pulled your phone out to check the time 10:48 PM it read, You started to consider just sleeping in the car but you wouldn't allow Jungkook that satisfaction, taking your shoes off you slowly unzipped the tent open, poking your head inside, you saw Jungkook laying on his side you assumed that he was already asleep, cautiously stepping inside you zipped the tent back up before laying down far away from Jungkook.

Not wanting to take your phone out in case it might wake Jungkook up you laid on your back staring at the top of the tent, slowly but surely you ended up falling into a deep sleep,

Jungkook roughly tugged on your hair forcing you to look at him while he mounted you, filthy sounds were falling out of your mouth as you felt tears whelming up from the mixed pleasure and pain you were experiencing, Jungkook leaned down and whispered into your ear "Who knew you were such a slut for my cock Y/N" You felt your high nearing you as you felt even more turned on by the wet slaps of skin that echoed throughout, "J-Jungkook I-I'm go-gonna-" Jungkook cut you off "Hm? You gonna cum all over my cock like the dirty little slut you are?" You nodded multiple times, as you shut your eyes feeling your high approaching quickly,

You woke up in a sweat, you were breathing heavily as you felt your panties stick uncomfortably to your folds that were slick with your juices, "Jungkook," You breathed out unintentionally, "Yes Y/N?" Your head snapped over to the voice as you saw Jungkook laying there, brown eyes filled with lust focused on yours, Jungkook pulled you close to him, you could feel his breath on yours as he stared deeply into your eyes before speaking, "You were thinking about me weren't you?"

You knew that you weren't going to get away with lying to him so you just nodded, focusing your gaze anywhere but Jungkook, You can sense him smirking as he grabbed your wrist and placed it on his very prominent bulge, Your eyes grew wide as Jungkook spoke lowly, "Look at what you did to me Y/N, You're going to fix it," Jungkook growled as he smashed his  soft buttery lips onto yours, your hands found their way to Jungkook's hair as you lightly tugged at it making him let groan, You felt Jungkook snake his hands towards your shorts before hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down, You let out a whimper as you felt Jungkook rub his clothed cock onto your damp panties, Jungkook took the chance to shove his wet tongue inside your mouth, your warm tongues danced together as you let out little moans from the friction Jungkook was creating from rocking his hips back and forth, Jungkook moved his hands towards your ass and gave it a light smack making you yelp, you could feel him smirk before he broke the kiss, you whined slightly making him slap your ass again this time more rough making you moan out, "You're so fucking hot Y/N" Jungkook whispered in your ear before biting lightly making you mewl in want, You felt Jungkook lightly tug on your panties before looking up at you "Can I?" Jungkook asked face completely flushed, He had a little drool on his pink lips but you didn't mind, "Y-Yes," you responded before pulling him in for another wet kiss,

Jungkook tugged you panties off making you shiver as the cold air hit your dripping core, you felt Jungkook run a finger along your folds making you cry out in pleasure, Jungkook pulled away as he looked at you, his dark brown orbs seemed to hold the entire universe, "God, Y/N you don't know how long I wanted you," He spoke before gently pushing a finger into your core, you let out a choked moan as he started to pump fast adding another finger inside you, you felt complete and utter euphoria as his long digits pumped into dripping your core, the wet squelches were loud as you   clenched around his fingers tightly, "You don't know how much I wanted to fuck your drenched pussy the day I saw you touching yourself," You felt yourself growing closer and closer with each word that came from his mouth, "You're mine Y/N" Jungkook snarled as he put his head in the crook of your sensitive neck and started to suck love bites onto your skin making you moaned loudly as your release hit you hard, you started to get extremely sensitive as Jungkook pulled his finger's out of your core as you breathed heavy,

After coming down from your high you grabbed Jungkook's wrist, "I want you," You whispered as he smirked, "You want me?" You blushed hard as you nodded making Jungkook let out a small laugh, "You're so fucking cute," He says blushing "C-Can I take off your shirt?" He asks making you blush also, unable to form any words you nod meekly, Jungkook starts by taking off his own making you marvel at his toned body, running your fingers down his abs he shivers a little bit before pulling his gray sweatpants down, your eyes went wide as you saw his thick member that was confined in his briefs, Jungkook started to gently pull off your t-shirt before unclipping your bra and tugging it off, "God, You're so beautiful," Jungkook breathed out as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, you felt Jungkook lightly nibble on your bottom lip making you whine into his mouth, After pulling away Jungkook started to take off his briefs, His member was beautiful, his tip a light pink, veins that were adorned from the base to the tip, it looked as if it was sculptured by the heavens, Jungkook started to rub the tip along your core gathering your sweet juices, You grabbed his wrist halting his movements, "I-It's been a while since.." You spoke as Jungkook had a warm smile on his face before gently kissing you "I'll take care of you," He responded his gentle voice calming you down,

You felt tears well up in your eyes as he started to push inside your core, you could feel everything, every crevice, every vein, everything, and you loved it, despite the light pain you loved the feeling of Jungkook, Jungkook let out a strangled groan as he bottomed out stopping a moment to let you adjust, "Please move," You begged, that was all he needed before starting a fast pace, his hips snapping as you cried out in pleasure, filthy sounds falling from both of your mouths, the skin slapping filled the entire forest as you felt your high approaching quickly, you were on cloud nine, you started to scream out in pleasure when Jungkook's fingers found their way to your overly sensitive clit rubbing small circles, "J-Jungkook I'm going to c-cum!" You moaned out as Jungkook's thrusts started to get fast and sloppy, the wet smacks from his cock entering and exiting your wet core made you whine loudly, You felt your orgasm come when Jungkook lifted one of your legs and placed it over his shoulder, the new position hitting your sweet spot, you moaned loudly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you swore that it was the hardest you ever came in your entire life you started to see stars, "Holy shit! You just squirted Y/N!" But you could barely hear Jungkook as you started to get overstimulated, you adored the feeling of Jungkook roughly pumping his member inside your sensitive core, "A-Ah Y/N I-I'm gonna cum" Jungkook groaned out before pulling himself out and spilling white ribbons of his seed onto your stomach,

Jungkook collapsed next to you breathing heavy a light sheet of sweat covering both of you, "C-Can I cuddle you?" Jungkook asks as you turn your head towards him, you smile gently as you see the deep blush that painted his face, Who knew Jeon Jungkook was soft, "Sure," You murmured as Jungkook wrapping his arms around your body the skin on skin contact making you blush,

Maybe this little camping trip won't be a complete drag after all

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