#and now he's supposed to go to the sauna with this BABE and tell his erection that now is not the time???

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hey girlie, I'm such a big fan of yours!! I think your work is PHENOMENAL, like IM LITERALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH EVERYTIME YOU POST. So, the other day, me and my baby cousin were watching Frozen. And you know how there is this one big sweet guy that got mad because he got offended (I think his name is Oaken? You can look him up) and I IMMEDIATELY thought of König. Imagine him having his own little wooden shop( like that man from Frozen) up in the cold Alps, and one day, our dear Engel comes through the door, shivering from the big snow storm outside, saying that she's seeking shelter at least until the storm outside subsides. What would König do?

Omg this is just another cabin König to me! But with a pinch of silliness 🧚🏼‍♀️

Guy wanted some solitude after failing in life big time, he has no interest in socializing (or so he tells himself at night), he’s perfectly happy here in the middle of nowhere with no one to hold close his heart when there’s a blizzard outside…

Even hot chocolate tastes better alone, yeah, and ski trips are nice when you can set the pace yourself and admire the mountains with no one in sight. It’s not like he ever imagined a cute girl beside him on those warm sunny days when the snow looks like gelato and glitter, just the sort of thing he'd wrestle her into and then steal a kiss...

Nor does he miss the sound of soft, light-hearted giggle as he skis downhill to his cabin and heats up the sauna, wondering how lucky he is that there’s so few customers here and all of them are men. Otherwise he would have to be careful when he’s walking around in nothing but a towel–

The bell chimes, and someone comes in, of course it’s a woman, the first woman he’s seen in these parts or in his little shop ever. And here he is, sheened in sweat... Wearing only a thin white towel about his waist, the linen already wet and clinging to his thighs from the heat of the sauna.

There's an actual woman standing inside his humble tradepost, looking like a creature born from wind and snow, like a little Christmas tree decoration that has frosting all over it.

Cute little lips, a kissable mouth; that’s the first thing he notices on her, and he never thought of kissing Christmas decorations before… Men usually look like ice devils when they arrive inside his hut, but this little lady only looks like a winter night’s spirit, a little confused and lost. Her spirit eyes are glued to his junk before they rise to meet his softening stare, and who can blame her for staring when the first thing she sees upon coming in is a half naked man?

“Uh, welcome,” he manages to say while his cock gives a happy little jump under the towel as well, giving its own excited welcome to this woman.

She'd not dressed properly at all for a weather like this – why anyone would insist on wearing a dress in these temperatures is beyond him, but if he was her, uhm, brother or father, he would never have allowed her to go outside without proper winter gear.

Poor thing looks like she’s freezing to death, the bottom half of her dress coated in crystalline snow. If he had known that this lady was out there, trying to get somewhere warm, he would’ve come to her rescue at once…

“Um. Are you the shop owner…?” She asks delicately, still hugging herself from the attempt to stay warm.

“Yes. I mean, no... Uh… This is a trading post,” he stutters with his words, as if talking to women was somehow completely different than talking to men.

She furrows her brows and examines his body again, not at all interested in the items he has in stock. No woman has ever seen him in this state, no woman has ever looked at him like he’s the item here. She looks like she’s not sure if she wants to buy him or not.

“There’s also a sauna,” he says with a hint of pride in his voice, because he is damn well proud to have such luxury here. “Do you want to come…?”

“Do I want to come to the sauna…? With you?”

“No, I mean, you can go by yourself. It’s free of charge for the ladies.”

Such brazen discount he came up with just now, desperately wanting for her to stay. Besides, she needs the warmth after whatever adventure she’s been through. It would not be gallant to charge her for warming herself and getting that dress dry.

He wonders how she would look like in one of his woolen shirts. She would have to wear his clothes after the sauna, of course, he has no spare women’s clothing here. He will have to remember to be apologetic about it while presenting her with his clothes, secretly hoping they will catch her scent once she snuggles safely inside them and thanks him for everything he's done for her so far... She would probably look the cutest in his dark green knit, or the midnight blue one...

“Oh,” she says, slowly warming up to his offering. His cock is more than half hard by now, and he clasps his hands in front of it, trying to feign the movement as a casual posture shift although he’s anything but casual and relaxed.

And she’s not easy to trick; he might as well have pulled the towel away and shown her his cock in all its glory. She eyes his covered erection with a cat-like curiosity, a small little smile playing on her lips. Long lashes reveal a playful stare, slowly melting under the dim lamps of the cabin.

“I mean, of course you can come with me, if you want…”

Shit... That just came out of his mouth even if he tried to swallow the words. The inviting smile on her lips starts to quiver: she’s stifling a laugh, she’s giggling at him.

A flush rises on his cheeks, he can feel it, the erection now jumping against his palm, wildly and demandingly, as if wanting to join her in her mirth.

#this is so silly lmao #I'm just imagining him lounging at the sauna #maybe jerking himself off #languidly cause he's finally somewhat relaxed #he's trained himself like pavlov's dog that sauna time = fapping time #and now he's supposed to go to the sauna with this BABE and tell his erection that now is not the time??? #impossible!

[2-cute-4-school]

𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴/𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦

requested by the national cutie pie @heartyyjeno​

Mark Lee

he can be a bit oblivious sometimes bless his soul꒰๑˃͈꒵˂͈๑꒱୭

so he’s kinda clueless as why tf you’re so pouty 

has he said anything stupid earlier? forgotten any important date?? or... even worse

ARE YOU ON YOUR PERIOD?? (ｼ;ﾟДﾟ)ｼ  ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵖᵉʳᶦᵒᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ˢᵒʳʳʸ

he’s too nervous to even prod at you rn

especially after a trainee who just happens to be wearing his hoodie passes by and you-

did you just growl?!?? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

but you’re his baby and you’re just SO deflated and he HATES seeing you anything but happy and lively so he just can’t stand by and watch you so upset cuz his lil heart hurts too (๑◕︵◕๑)

“babe, are you uh alright?”

“yeah, just a little bit cold” *trying to subtly hint him*

“oh! that’s not good, you should have dressed warmer, should i go ask manager-hyung to turn up the heating in the practice room??”

 ‘maybe i should just set your ass on fire to warm up’ (►˛◄’!)

“or do you maybe want my hoodie?? it should be enough so you won’t be cold anymore, where did i... ohhhhh”

*light bulb turning on above his head* (〇o〇；)

“it’s fine mark, it’s not like you love me anyway it’s fine i should have seen this coming” *loud fake sobbing in your hands* *mark panic*

“no no baby come on-”

“let’s just get the divorce papers, mark lee!!!!”

“but we’re not married-” *sobbing intensifies* “i’m sorry, I’M SORRY!!! i didn’t mean to!! here, just a second!!” (´⊙ω⊙`)！

this specimen just took off his shirt and draped it over you in the middle of the practice room

“mark, wtf are you doing?!?? i was only kidding!!”

“how was i supposed to know, what if you were seriously upset-”

“hyung, can you help-”  *chenle slams door closed* *dolphin screams* “you’re paying for my eyeball removal surgery, you nasties!!”

“chenle NO”

Huang Renjun

my man here catches on pretty quickly what your pout is about

you didn’t make it exactly hard to notice either (；¬д¬)

“y/n, want some ice cream?”

“no, i’m cold, you can shove it up yo ass and share with dear [redacted]”

jesus i wonder why your s/o is mad renjun

he’s not sure how to approach the situation at first, worried that he might get a tube of ice shoved somewhere he wouldn’t want it to ゞ◎Д◎ヾ

he decides to just be himself read as blunt

“baby come oooon, i can ask them to give it back”

“no, then i’ll seem like a possessive bitch” (Θ︹Θ)ს

“don’t call yourself that!! but then should i just run back to the dorms and get another hoodie?”

“no, i missed you this week, i don’t want you to leave”

“then you can just come with me?” (≖^≖๑ )ﾌ

“but i’m too lazy to get up” same reader same

renjun : ఠ ͟ಠ then wth DO YOU WANT ?!!!?!!

your soul renjun

he’s a bit lost and you’re kinda under the weather too and he HATES it because you’re his kitten and he CAN’T and WON’T allow you to feel anyhting but like absolute royalty with him ೕ(⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́ฅ)

so he just drapes himself over your back, wrapping his arms tightly around you, caging you in a warm embrace and nuzzling his cheek into yours

“who needs a hoodie when they’ve got a junnie??!?!” (˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

how could anyone stay mad when a cutie like renjun just curls himself around you and pulls you flush against himself, wrapping his limbs around you and peppering kisses everywhere in reach

you’re basically purring in content at this how could you not 」(￣▽￣」)

depending on how tired the both of you are, you might qualify for a good ol’ nap cuddled up against renjun 

but don’t let this fool you

you AIN’T gona catch him making the same mistake again

he’s asking you first about absolutely anything

“no renjun, i don’t need the last of your toilet paper, why do you even- you know what, don’t answer that, just go take a shit in peace” Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

Lee Jeno

we all know jeno is too much of a sweetheart to say ‘no’ (๑′ᴗ‵๑)

he might be freezing himself and he’d still give his hoodie away to the first person who asks learn how to say NO kids

so now you’re both freezing and on top of everything you’re upset too

that’s a DOUBLE KILL for sweet babie jeno (๑◕︵◕๑)

“babe i’m sorry how was i supposed to know you don’t like them??”

“it’s not even that, jeno, you’re literally shivering!! why would you give it if you’re cold too?”

and that’s when jeno’s bf sathelit sprung into action

“wait... ‘too’?? are you cold, my baby??!??!?” (ʘᗩʘ’)

“no, wait, i mean yes, but that’s not-”

“i’ll be back in a second” he isn’t even kidding

he comes back with a blanket AND heating pads (that he doesn’t miss a second to clutch to your cheeks and then coo at your fish face)

“where did you get these from?” *suspicious*

he tells you he borrowed stole them from hyuck by politely asking for them threatening with a flex of his arm while eye smiling the entire time hyuck stood no chance ( ⚆ ᴗ ⚆ ) *nervous chuckle*

but jeno allows you no debating time before he wraps you in the blanket like a lil cutie patootie WARM burrito and leaves a *smooch* to your forehead ( ˘ ³˘)♥

you can spend an eternity arguing with him that you should take turns since he’s cold too, he isn’t taking ANY OF IT

his bubs isn’t allowed to be cold and he wants you to forget about who he lent his hoodie to too

the only way you can get him to relent is refusing to stay cocooned in it

“y/n, wear it or you’ll catch a cold!!” ( •̀ω•́ )σ

“sorry to burst your bubble, but you can and will catch a cold too!!”

that’s how you found yourself sandwiched between jeno’s arms, suffocating from both his bodt warmth and the blanket enveloping THE BOTH of you

best sauna would 110% recommend ୧( ⁼̴̶̤̀ω⁼̴̶̤́ )૭

Lee Donghyuck

my man here knows EXACTLY what he’s doing once *that person* asks him for his hoodie with a flirty smile

he lends it over with that shit eating grin but not without watching from the corner of his eye as you deflated like a loney baloney ( ◞᷄દ◟᷅ )

pretends to not notice your pout and lack of answers to his remarks

“y/n, wanna order chinese tonight?”

sweet, but not on my watch asshole *silence* (˵¯͒⌢͗¯͒˵)

“i’ll take that as a yes, i’ve been craving some seaweed soup”

*eye twitch*

‘fine u lil booger two can play at this game’ (•̀o•́)ง

you leave the room and return... wrapped up in MARK’S sweater and plop down back next to hyuck proudly (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)

he tenses up and turns to you

“y/n” ooooh damn you’re in deep shit

*you bat your eyelashes innocently* “yes my dear?”

“you stink, can you move further away?”

you... did not... JUST HEAR THAT??!?!!? (ﾉꐦ ⊙曲ఠ)ﾉ彡┻━┻

but you get up and walk with your tail between your legs to the other side of the room and curl up in a ball of failure

you both do your own things insilence until-

*sniffle* *hiccup* *SNIFFLE*

“y/n?” *silence*”baby??” *hiccup*

oh no oh no NO NO, hyuck’s baby ain’t crying on his watch (╯’□’)╯

he DASHES to your side and envelops you in his arms while cooing apologies and sweet nothings in your ear

“come on baby, you know i didn’t mean it, i just want your attention and your attention only and i only meant that mark’s hoodie stinks, never you, you’re my baby, you can’t-” ヾ( •́д•̀ ;)ﾉ

and then your shoulders start shaking and hyuck starts to actually worry until your sobs turn into... giggles?? hold up, WHAT??

he turns you around just to see you in a fit of giggles, the only tears present are the ones building up in your eyes from laughter

“oh you think you’re smart, don’t you??” (⁎⁍̴̀﹃ ⁍̴́⁎)♡

ATTACC OF TICKLES FOR YOU

Na Jaemin

another sweetheart tbh who wouldnt be able to refuse out of courtesy

but he just KNOWS he fcked up the moment you turn away when he leans in to kiss you (︶︹︺) ╯ ( ് દ ് )

but he ain’t giving up so easily

no matter how upset you are, depriving him of his dose of kisses? federal crime!!!! CRUELTY!!!!!!! ╰[ ಠ Ĺ̯ಠ]╯

so he keeps on pushing his affections on you

a clutching back hug, a rushed kiss wherever he is able to land it considering your struggle to avoid him, a nuzzle against your cheek, a pinch to your cheeks, a failed attempt to lockyour hands together

my man here tries not to show disappointment whenever you succesfully escape his ♡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 ♡   

jaemin, grumbling: “you and jisungie, a couple of hooligans, i’ll leave you on the welcome mat tonight for this” (҂⌣̀_⌣́) he won’t he loves you too much, he can’t fall asleep if he’s not 110% sure you’re well fed and happy

but he still babies you to no end

“come on my baby, what should i do so you forgive me hm?”( *¯ ³¯*)♡

you, an entire baby: *huff* “so now you care huh? go ask or no, go TAKE CARE of [redacted]” 

jaemin’s last braincell performing swan lake on thin ice male version 2020 be like ₍₍ ◝( ･’ω’･ )◟ ⁾⁾

so he sighs and leaves the room

so NOW you’re worrying that mayyyybe you pushed him a bit too far

but before you even get the chance to walk down the hallway in your mighty search for your boyfriend, everything suddenly goes black

no you didn’t pass out or did you

jaemin just creeped up on you and ENGULFED you in a blanket hug for which he DEFINITELY didn’t run a marathon to buy༼つ ் ▽ ் ༽つ

when you finally manage to worm your head out of the fluffy cocoon he engulfed you in, your words were still muffled

“nana?? how did you even-???”

he just hugs you tighter and cuts off your questions

“shhh, all that matters is that you are ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE and i am maybe perhaps forgiven??”  ◕ ‿ ◕ 

how could you ever refuse this precious soul

Zhong Chenle

so i can see one(1) scenario in which he would lend his hoodie to someone he SPECIFICALLY knows you don’t fancy

if you had a let’s say disagreement before and we all know he can be PETTY big time sooo basically he’d do it just to spite you ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

and the lil shiz looks SO PROUD of himself

but you’re not letting the brat win we ain’t no losers _へ__(‾◡◝ )>

so you just creep up behind him and stick your glacier hands up his shirt and rest them on his warm back

when i’m telling you he broke the record for the highest jump and most likely shattered any windows in the vicinity ༻(〃ຶ⌂〃ຶ)

“y/n!!!! keep your ice cubes to yourself!!”

“but i’m cold”

“your cold, your problem”

“watch me say the same thing when jaemin’s chasing you around with a wooden ruler” （；¬＿¬)

things settle down after that

or so he thought!!!!! (งಠل͜ಠ)ง never let your guard down lele sigh

another sneak attack to make sure chenle gets a SOUR taste of absolutely pure pettiness so he gets sick of it himself lol

this time a bitch ain’t joking

you shove your entire head under his shirt and then slither yourself so the top of your head pops out of chenle’s shirt collar let’s hope chenle made the wise choice of wearing a loose shirt so you both won’t suffocate

so you just blink up at him like (◕ᴥ◕)

and chenle is shrieking the entire time sigh

and while you’re too cute for him, its not exactly comfortable for either of you so he pats your head and begs asks you to get out of his shirt(?)

“am i getting your hoodie then?”

“i can’t just barge in and ask for it back”

“alright them i’m suffocating you FUN” (╯✧∇✧)╯

“i’m buying you an entire store of hoodies, JUST GET.OUT!!!”(;≧皿≦）

you have to restrain him for actually going on a shopping spree cuz he LOVES spoiling you but he pays in cuddles while you’re snuggling in your favourite hoodie of his

Park Jisung

confused babie /(@ﾟﾍﾟ@) a mood 

he probably lent his hoodie cause he was too shy to refuse and didn’t even know you don’t like the person he gave it to

and then he’s clueless when you’re pouty ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

jisung: “do you want some water??”

you: *grumbling visibly upset* ( ｰ̀εｰ́ )

jisung, at a safe distance away from you, scratching his head, rethinking life choices: “...okay, maybe not. how about choco milk?”

he keeps an eye on you but other than that he’s LOST lol

that’s when the ✨𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓼✨ kick in

emergency contact momma jaemin is the first person jisung calls once he escaped to the ‘bathroom’

“jisung, you know i love you, BUT ARE YOU DUMB?? HOW COULD YOU- blahblahblah” my man is listening to an entire rant about how to treat your partner well 101 (۶* ‘ꆚ’)۶”

now that he knows the theory, he needs the practice

but you might already worry that he fell in the toilet with how long he’s been gone for god forbid you fall into that dark void

so he calls chenle

“chenle, i’m treating you to hotpot if you bring me a blanket or hoodie in less than 5 minutes”

“add in some steak and it’s a deal” ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

“i’m so selling your soul for a piece of gum, FINE!! just be quick!!”

THIS BOI RIGHT HERE!! A TREASURE!!!! he would step on his honour just to make sure his bubs is hapyy ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

so after he excuses himself again to retrieve the blanket from chenle

he BURRITO WRAPS you in it and then sits down next to your confused but undeniably happy form and pats your head nervously while he rambles you’re still his most sought after for of comfort no matter what

“i’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend, i should have realized you’d be cold too and that i should always put you first and i-”

you cut him off with a chaste kiss to his cheek which definetely doesn’t leave him speechless and tomato red in the cheeks (๑♡⌓♡๑)

“it’s okay, i was just being dramatic, you should always put yourself first tho, okay baby??”

baby is malfunctioning but he still nods mindlessly and kisses your cheek back ( ᵅั ᴈ ᵅั;)

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Why Is It That You Only Ever Hurt Me? (Bakugo Katsuki x Reader)

Pairings: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2130

Genre: Angst? (It seems less angsty than it should but maybe my mental angst meter is all screwed up)

A/N: I had an idea and I acted on it. I hope it’s okay. It’s a pretty common fanfic idea, but I wanted to try and write one of my own. There is a lot of yelling, but I didn’t want to use all caps for loud yelling because it’s kinda annoying to read. Reader has a quirk that allows them to manifest emotional energy into a type of physical energy (i.e. Thermal, Gravitational, Sound)

Read Part 2 HERE 

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“Why are you so damn clingy all the time?” Bakugo shouted out, alerting everyone in the common room of your current situation. You had these fights with Bakugo quite often, small things that were a little bit annoying. Your ‘clingyness’ was never the topic of any of them. Usually they resolved after you both got over yourselves and apologized, but little did you know, this wasn’t going to be a small fight.

Laughing cruelly, you roll your eyes. You weren’t even being clingy, just asking him if you two could go on a date later, to which he responded that he ‘had better things to do than go out with you’. He should have been grateful that comment didn’t set you off, but of course he had to take it further and call you clingy.

Narrowing your eyes at your supposed boyfriend, you stood there with your fists clenched by your side and the muscles in your face tensed up. It was taking everything you had not to let all of your anger out at Bakugo, because if you did, your quirk would most likely injure everyone in the common room.

Breath. Slowly. Deep breath in, 

1. . .

2. . .

3. . .

Exhale. Slowly. Repeat. 

“Aren’t you going to say something? Or are you going to just stand there like a dumb bitch?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

You let the dam crack, just a little , and the anger dripped out like a faucet. Everyone felt it, and they were all waiting for your anger to cause your heavily emotionally based quirk to lose control.

“You know what?” Your ‘yelling’ was barely above a regular speaking voice right now. You were still trying to protect everyone else in the common room, not losing control fully. Not yet, at least.

“What? Are you going to say something about how I’m an awful boyfriend? About how I neglect you and never want to go out with you?” Bakugo has a smirk plastered on his face, and his smug look makes you want to punch him into orbit. 

Your lip is still trembling, and your eyes are starting to water, the overwhelming sense of anger that you felt at the moment spilling from your eyes.

I will keep my emotions in control. I will keep my emotions in control.

You didn’t want to hurt anyone in the common room, especially not Bakugo.

Bakugo steps forward, yelling in your face, “Say something!” 

“Fine!” The dam broke. Your quirk causing the anger to become thermal energy, making the room hotter than a sauna. “You’re an egocentric, self-centered, tunnel minded, asshole-”

Bakugo cut you off, starting to yell again in his deep, threatening voice.

“What the hell did you just call me?” Explosions popped in his palms, an intimidating threat to others, but to you, it was just a childish antic of his.

You humored him, starting to repeat what you said earlier. “Do I need to repeat myself? I said you were and egotis-” 

He cut you off again, “It was a rhetorical question! I heard what you said the first time! God, were you always this shit brained?” 

That one stung a little, but you ignored it and kept going. “Were you always this selfish?” 

“You think it’s selfish of me to have a goal? At least I’m better than you! You’re just another damn extra in my way that has an incoviniently powerful quirk. You’re nothing without me,” he laughs and continues. “You’re worse than that half-and-half, icy-hot bastard. At least he uses half of his quirk. You don’t even try to use yours even half way. Maybe instead of asking me to go out again you should train so you can become more than a sidekick to a D-list hero.”

That was it. You thought that you couldn’t get any angrier, but here it was, punching you in the face, begging you to say something offensive back. Bakugo knew why you didn’t want to push your quirk to the max during training. He knew that you constantly had to worry about hurting your friends. He knew, and here he was, using it against you.

“You know exactly why I can’t push my quirk too far during training,” you say, trying to remediate the already out of hand situation, and also trying to push the anger to the back of your mind where it belonged. It suceeded, because the room slowly went back to room temperature, and the students of Class 1A in the common room visibly relaxed.

“I do know the exact reason, and you know what I think? I think it’s a load of bullshit.”

This shocked you. Bakugo was always so supportive of you and understood when you had to hold back sometimes.

“Excuse me?” You ask him, your anger reheating the room, making everyone tense again. 

“Didn’t you hear me the first time? I said it’s bullshit,” he repeats, emphasizing the ‘bullshit’ part of the sentence.

“You don’t know anything about my quirk! You don’t know how hard it is to con-” Once again he cuts you off. You should have left this conversation ten minutes ago, yet your pride wasn’t letting you. You wouldn’t let him win.

“You always whine and bitch about how hard it is to keep your quirk in control, but the only reason you can’t control it is because you’re a lazy extra who has no goals. You’re weak and a constant pain in the ass, and you’re so damn pathetic that you have to cling to me all the time because no one cares about you if I’m not there,” he scoffs and starts to turn away.

He absolutely does not get the right to walk away from this conversation.

“How could you say that about me?” You ask, tears brimming at your eyes. At this point you were more hurt than angry, but the mixed emotions running through your mind could seriously make your quirk act up.

“Because,” he stops for a moment, as if he’s thinking about his words, “I never loved you.”

Your heart shatters. Dumbfounded, you stare at him, the tears that you held back earlier escaping from your eyes and cascading like waterfalls down your face, the energy of your emotions shaking the room violently. You don’t care though.

“Was any of it real?” You ask, your voice trembling.

“None of it. You don’t mean shit to me,” he speaks at a normal volume for once, something that you wanted him to do more often.

You just didn’t think that it would be in a situation like this.

“I hope you have fun pushing people away Bakugo, because when you get to the top, you’ll realize that it’s pretty lonely up there. Maybe you’ll tell yourself that you couldn’t have both relationships and success, but just know that I would have been with you all the way.” You snap at him, but it’s oddly calm. Taking the finishing blow, you say, “You’re the weak one Bakugo. You’re too weak to show your emotions to others, to pursue things other than your goal to become the number one hero. I hope you’re happy with yourself Bakugo.”

For once, the explosive blonde didn’t have anything to say. 

You walk up the stairs, taking your broken energy with you back to your room.

“Bakugo, you obviously upset (y/n). They don’t want to talk to you right now,” Jiro, your close friend, glares at him, and he glares back. 

 Wordlessly, Bakugo follows you up the stairs, ignoring Jiro’s statement from a minute ago, and presses his ear to your door.

You were crying. Sobbing, actually, loudly, something you never did in front of people, no one except him. Usually you could restrain your emotions, somehing that you learned as a part of your training. He heard you scream, then go back to sobbing, and decided that he needed to apologize now. Fuck giving you time to cool off, he didn’t mean anything he said. Once again, he let his anger get the best of him, and this time, the consequences were too much for him to handle.

“(Y/N), let me in,” he says, knocking at your door.

“God just fuck off Bakugo!” You yell through the door between sobs.

“I didn’t mean anything I said babe. Let’s talk this out okay?” He tries to sound kind, but it comes off as annoyed and it pisses you off to an endless extent.

“I don’t want to talk it out, go away,” you choke out.

 Pushing him away was so hard for you. Every part of your heart belonged to him and it hurt so much when he tore it out and stomped the pieces on the floor. It hurt so much when he said he never loved you.

“I love you so much and I didn’t mean anything I said. I was angry for fucks sake,” he’s yelling through the door now, having a hard time keeping his emotions in check. 

You swing the door open, your eyes meeting his, and you see a relieved look cross his face.

“Thank god you’re not mad at me. Let’s go on that date you talked about-” 

This time you were the one who cut him off.

“I didn’t open the door so you could apologize Bakugo,” you snapped at him, making the infamous Bakugo flinch. “I opened the door so I could tell you that we’re done.”

“You’re fucking joking. Tell me you’re joking,” he yells, the attitude from earlier already rising again.

“All you do is train and pin for that spot at the top. You never were able to make time for me because you thought I would always be there to run back to you. Well news flash bitch, I’m leaving now.” The edge in your voice is tinted with a tremble, and Bakugo notices.

“You don’t fucking mean that.” Bakugo grabs your hand. “I love you so much and I know I never said it enough. I love you and I know you love me too (y/n). Please say it back.”

Bakugo had never begged for anything in his life, yet here he was, completely at your mercy.

“That’s the problem,” you start, “I love you with everything that I have, but all you do is hurt me. The fighting, the yeling, the neglect, and I still run back to you. Tell me Bakugo; Why is it that you only ever hurt me?” 

There. You said it back, just not in the way he expected.

Your voice projected through the hallway, filled with agony, longing, and sadness. 

He never wanted you to feel like this. He promised to protect you from these types of feelings, yet here he was, making you feel the very feelings that he vowed to protect you from. 

Once again, Bakugo was speechless.

“That’s what I thought,” you begin to close the door, laughing darkly, and leaving your hollowed-out soul for Bakugo to look at as a reminder of how royally he fucked up.

As the door shut, Bakugo stood in place, staring at it for hours. When he got tired of standing, he sat with his back to the door, hearing sobs rock you for what seemed like forever

At midnight, Kirishima and the rest of the Bakusquad snuck out of the dorms and came to check on Bakugo. 

There was no Bakugo in that hallway.

All they saw was a boy, a boy who had lost something so dear to him that the loss had torn him into two. A boy who had torn down his walls for someone so important to him, only to be crushed by the bricks as it all came crashing down around him. A boy who in the process of destroying the very thing that he loved, had self-destructed himself. 

Little did the broken boy know that on the other side of the door, there was another person, a person more broken than he was, a person who despite their heart being torn out and stomped on by the person who they gave it to, still loved the broken boy. 

Little did the broken boy know, you also had your back to the door, but you weren’t sobbing anymore, just staring off into the darkness of your room, not even bothering to turn the light on. 

He didn’t know you were almost back to back with him, the only thing separating you being the thin layer of the door, until he heard you speak.

You said the same phrase that you said to him earlier, except this time, it was hollow and cold. Despite that fact, it hit the broken boy ten times harder than it did the first time.

“Why is it that you only ever hurt me?”

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[ladybugsfanfics]

a different kind of torment | Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x read

Style: One Shot

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: Angst, idk 

Summary: After Green Goblin discovers Spider-Man's real identity, he threatenes the people Peter Parker loves. That includes you, and that includes a safe house where you can't see each other. inspired by the song Remember Me from the Coco movie as a part of @valkyriesride​ writing challenge

A/N: i made it within midnight (at least for me). I’ve been procrastinating this for so long, have no idea how good it is, but here it is and I hope you all enjoy. Peter and the reader are in college in this (not aged up for any other reason than the fact that the comics have Peter’s identity found out by Green Goblin in college so i got it from there) 

Despite the propped open textbook and the two notebooks in front of Peter, he can’t concentrate on the words in front of him. The letters swirl around the pages like alphabet soup. And though the sauna like air around him is making him sweat profusely, that’s not the main reason he can’t focus. 

There are two reasons. One of them being the fact that you’re lying on the couch, shedding one piece of clothing after another. Peter finds that weird, seeing as you were the one insisting on turning up the heater. But he also finds it highly annoying as you’re taking away his focus and he has an upcoming test in two days. There’s already enough keeping his mind occupied, his pants tightening isn’t helping. 

“Hey, Pete,” you tilt your head up from your phone. Peter raises his gaze from your bare legs to your face. “You done with studying yet?” 

He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Why would you think that?” 

You shrug. “Just that you weren’t exactly looking at the textbook.” The smirk that colors your face is unmistakable. Peter does his best not to indulge, diverting his gaze back to the pages before him. 

He doesn’t see you stand up and make your way to where he sits, doesn’t notice it until one of your arms trail down his chest and your warm breath brushes by his ear. “You sure you’re not done, yet?” 

Peter leans back to your touch, enough to see the smirk and lust in your eyes. You place a kiss along his jaw, and move the way to his lips. Peter’s hand instantly comes up to cup your face as he presses his lips against yours. He scoots his chair back, giving you room to swing your leg over his lap. Even with the change in position, your lips are locked together. 

It also makes for easier access up Peter’s shirt. Your hands move around the hem of it, fingers teasing the bare skin until your hands glide under his sweater and over his chest. Peter’s own hands move across your thighs, sliding up and down, and he can feel his pants tightening by every little movement. 

A stifled moan escapes when you press your tongue into his mouth and your hands slide lower and lower, teasing the lining of his pants. Only, the dread of a conversation Peter’s delayed for far too long―it’s been delayed two hours, but that is far too long considering the importance of the conversation―keeps him from indulging further.

“Y/N,” he says, pulling away you. 

You cock your head. “Something wrong, baby?” you ask, frown plastered on your face in concern. 

Peter swallows, because god he wishes something wasn’t wrong. But something is, and you need to know. “Uhh, yeah.” He presses his lips together and avoids your gaze. 

“Tell me.” Your voice is firm, and the finger that comes under his chin and moves his head back to you, is scorching. 

“Umm, okay, so… There’s this thing, that happened.” Peter bites his lower lip, but no matter how much he wants to, he can’t stop looking into your eyes. They sparkle as usual, but the power in your eyes holds his gaze. He takes a deep breath. “Something happened. It involves you.” 

You frown. “Spider-man happened?” 

Peter nods. “You remember Green Goblin, right?”

“That big green idiot you fought a while back?” Peter nods. “Yeah, why?”

“He found out my identity and he’s threatened everyone I love and that includes you and now you have to move to a safe house.” His mouth moves so fast he’s unsure you actually heard what he said. But when he sees the look in your eyes and the expression on your face, he knows you did. 

“I’m sorry.” Peter takes your hands in his, thumb running circles at the back of both. “Tony has a safe house ready. He’s already made the calls needed so that you can keep up with your classes and not get any absence during the time it takes until we catch him.”

You bite your lip, the frown back on your face. “How long?” 

“I don’t know.” Peter’s hand comes up to cup your face. “I’m sorry, babe. Does it make it better that MJ and Ned will be there, too?” 

“Isn’t it suspicious that we all disappear around the same time?” 

A small smile forms on Peter’s face. “MJ’s already there, and Ned’s going up there two days after you.”

You press your lips together. “Can you visit?”

Even before Peter starts to shake his head, he knows you didn’t expect anything else. “I’m not allowed to know where it is.” 

---

Probably for the first time in your life, you completely lose yourself in school. Peter said there wouldn’t be a problem to help you keep up with your classes, but you’re not just keeping up, you’re ahead by almost a chapter. 

Time runs by so slowly, and if you’re not studying, you’re still with your nose buried in a book. You barely sleep. Just toss and turn, constantly waking up in a cold sweat. Your heart keeps hammering and your thoughts fly out to every place they shouldn’t go. 

MJ and Ned are only helpful when they drag you out of your room and force you to eat with them, force you to watch movies you don’t pay attention to, force you to interact and stop worrying so much because…

...Peter will be fine, right?

“He knows what he’s doing.” Ned tries for a reassuring smile, but you’re not sure he’s even convinced himself of that. “Or, not always, but he’s got Mr. Stark.”

You swallow the remnants of your wine glass. “Not helping,” you say as you place the glass back down on its coaster on the coffee table. “Really, guys, all I wish to get was some kind of message that he was alright, or… I don’t know…”

The bottle of wine rests on the rim of your glass as the red liquid flows out like a waterfall. Only the sounds of the drink sloshing against the sides of the glass and liquid hitting liquid, interrupts the silence that lies over the three of you like a blanket. Your eyes fall to MJ, the reasonable one, albeit at times pessimistic. 

She shrugs. “The threat was for us, though?” 

You nod, but squint at her with eyes full of skepticism. The wine glass is back in your hand, the wine’s cool touch on your lips. 

“Then he’s probably not in that much danger. Green Goblin threatened to hurt Spider-man’s loved ones, not Spider-man. Because he knew that would hurt Spider-man psychologically. Now he doesn’t have anyone to hurt, because we’re not there and Peter’s already hurt. In a way, he managed to do the harm he wanted to without doing anything but issue the threat.”

“I don’t think that makes this any better,” you say. “That means Peter’s hurting, I don’t want Peter to be hurting. He’s the one I’m worried about.”

“What? You’re not worried that some green monster’s gonna come here and eat us alive?” Ned shakes his head. “Shocking. But that would’ve been kinda cool, don’t you think?” 

You try to suppress a smile as you lightly hit Ned in the back of his head. His hand instantly goes up to touch the spot and a small ‘ow’ follows. “Thanks, though,” you eventually say. “I know I’m not that easy to be with currently, but you’re… thank you for being such good friends.”

MJ smiles. “I’m just thankful I’m not alone. If I had to get stuck with someone, at least I tolerate you guys.” 

“Thank. I tolerate you, too.” You roll your eyes, but at least the smile’s actually forming on your face now. The worry is still a feeling at the bottom of your gut, and the nerves are still running at high speed, but there’s an ease to it that wasn’t there earlier. 

---

Three months, one week, four days, eight hours and twenty-three minutes. 

That’s how long it is since you last saw Peter. That’s the exact amount of time that has passed since he said goodbye the day after he told you what was happening. 

And now, as the car pulls into the garage of the compound (the secret compound that you, as a civilian, aren’t supposed to know about), your heart pounds louder and faster than it has all that time you’ve been worrying about Peter. 

The thing is, you don’t actually know what pulled you out of the safe house. MJ and Ned only knocked on your door and told you Tony Stark was there, and that you were getting to go home. 

But you didn't get know anything else, something that is killing you as the door to the car opens. Ned, MJ, and you are led by Tony to a set of elevators. Inside, Tony presses a button with letters on it instead of numbers. The silence is deafening and everything inside of you is buzzing. Energy that surges through your body, adrenaline flowing through your veins, and both there for positive and negative assumptions alike. 

Finally, the elevator doors chime open. (And a relieved sigh relaxes you a little seeing that you’re not entering a medical wing). The doors open into an open space with a comfort area to one side and a table with chairs surrounding it to the other. And that may be the first thing you see, but a moment later you see who you’ve been waiting to see for so long. 

Peter rises to his feet, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the look of pain that crosses his face, but you see it. Your feet run on their own accord, your arms flinging around him and hugging him tightly, whatever hurt him be damned because you haven’t seen him in so long.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you say and pull your head away to look at him, grip still tight in a fear of letting him go.  

“I’ve missed you, too.” He smiles, one hand coming up to cup your face, and you lean into the touch. “But right now, you’re holding onto me a little too tightly and uhm… can you loosen the grip?”

Your eyes widen and you smile as you loosen your grip. “I’m sorry.” 

Peter smiles. “It’s okay.” 

And you nod. “You’re okay, that’s what matters.” With another smile, you lightly press your lips to his. When you pull away, you hug him to you and leaning your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat; a steady rhythm that soothes tension in your body after all the worrying. 

After being away for so long, you don’t want to ever let go of him again.

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[smolbeandrabbles]

Made in the USA - Ralph Anderson x Reader (The Outsider)

GIF CREDIT: X

Author’s Note: So... Whilst I’m not watching for the first few weeks (for reasons you may know!) I am jumping on in and giving you some Ralph Anderson content anyways!

Side Note - all you book readers will know who Samuels is. If you’re not a book reader... I believe Samuels is now... Hayes?* Not that I’m annoyed or anything...

* I don’t know for sure if he’s the same, but I’m assuming Disclaimer: Characters are all Stephen Kings / The Outsider characters/plot not mine / One again set in my little AU. (That means more Renee)

Premise: The temperature has been rising steadily for weeks, and it finally hits breaking point literally  you and Ralph both have cases to work, but given the circumstances you don’t really care. And for once, neither does he...

Words: 4345

Warnings: Fluff / Some banter about affairs and eloping. /this one really does contain book spoilers and therefore I'd imagine show spoilers. 

______ You run around open doors like a gentleman Tell me girl every day you're my everything 'Cause that's the way you like to do it That's the way you like Just a little West Coast, and a bit of sunshine Hair blowing in the wind, losing track of time Just you and I, just you and I You’re always reading my mind like a letter When I'm cold, you're there like a sweater 'Cause that's the way we like to do it That's the way we like And never ever let the world get the best of you Every night we're apart, I'm still next to you 'Cause that's the way I like to do it That's the way I like No matter how far we go, I want the whole world to know I want you bad, and I wont have it any other way No matter what the people say, I know that we'll never break 'Cause our love was made, made in the USA

---

It was hot. A little too hot. Okay, a lot too hot. You were glad you hadn’t had to go straight to a scene. The heat had been building like this for weeks, but at this point you didn’t want to touch anything metal, and tarmac was out of the question. It made trying to get into your car interesting.

And Ralph didn’t really do much other than stand on the porch watching you like you were insane. “Y/N... just... get in the car.” “It’s hot-!” “Yeah...” He shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked up, “I know...” “Well I’m trying not to burn my hand!” He sighed, and sauntered over to the car “Please, it’s not that hot-!” You supposed he could say what he liked, he hadn’t just leant against the car trying to fish the keys out of his pocket and touched it with his forearm, that’d made you snap back with a gasp enough – and no more! Ralph reached out and touched the car like it was nothing- “AGH!”

 It made you jump, “Oh my god-! See!” But then he was just laughing “It’s fine.” He opened it for you, “Now go on. I’ll see you later.” You tipped your head, biting your lips together concerned; “Just be careful okay-!?” “I’ll be fine.” He leant on your car door watching you hop in “Don’t flirt with the DA too much.” You sucked your breath between your teeth; “Oh... babe, no promises!” He eyed you for just a moment “...Just remember who’s in charge here.” “Yes, Detective Anderson. I will.”

 Luckily the innovation, and frankly blessing, that was air conditioning was available both in your car and in the DAs office. And the short walk from one to the other wasn’t enough to get you complaining again. “Lovely weather we’re having!” Samuels grinned, holding his arms out for a hug which you gladly excepted; “Uh. Yeahhhh - if you don’t have to stand out in it working-!” “Oh, please. Working-!? Do you actually do anything or do you just stare at Ralph all day?” You scoffed and jabbed him in the chest with your folder “He’s the one telling me not to flirt with you-!” “Well I suppose It might not help your case, or it might! Want to elope into the hot summer sunshine and never be seen again?” He smirked gently, with just the right tilt of his head. “Well it seems like a lot better idea than working in it-!” “AHA-! I’m telling the detective-!” “Oh yeah, just get me in more trouble-!” He took the folder from you gently “Now, come on... what have you got for me today?”

You both sat in the office discussing the case in great detail. What you had to say, what you shouldn’t say – his route of questioning, the usual sort of thing Samuels called you over here to discuss. To be honest even when he didn’t call you you liked calling in on him. He used to joke that yours weren’t his only cases, but you liked being around him. He gave you as much flirtatious banter as Ralph did but it was just different, in the best way. If you had to put up with both Ralph and Yune regularly sometimes having Samuels in your corner was a Godsend. Of course, it was Yune that had started Ralph off on the flirting thing. Oh god, will you two get a room-!?... Y/N, in front of your partner, really-!? The four of you were really like a house on fire when together, and you enjoyed that… maybe it was an age thing? As a detective you were sure you were supposed to figure that out, but it made sense, Samuels and you were closer than your partner and his friend were.

Your phone buzzing snapped you out of the conversation: “That your detective?” “I’d assume so...” you picked it up, “Yeah.” “You gonna tell him we’re eloping or should I?” “Oh, just make him wait until I don’t come home later...” He tsk’d, with a smile; “You’re a cruel one!” “Why tell him-!? He’ll have his blue lights on and catch up before we leave the city limits! That or tell me good riddance!” That made Samuels throw his head back laughing; “Oh god-! Yeah. That’s Ralph.” You narrowed your eyes and checked the message; ‘How’s our DA?’ ‘Good! How’s the office? x’ ‘Oh! You’re not gonna like this.’ ‘Like what-!?’ ‘Just hurry back! Or don’t. You’ve been there hours what are you doing!?’ ‘Eloping! 😉 x’ You put your phone down with a smirk and received three buzzes in the space of a few seconds – even Samuels looked at it with raised eyebrows; “What did you say-!?” “Oh, nothing much!”

 **

 Satisfied that the case was in order, you drove back to the station gently humming to the radio.  So much so you’d forgotten about the three texts Ralph had sent until you got there: ‘I KNEW IT!’ ‘Don’t bother coming back!’ ‘I’m keeping the kid! You don’t deserve her!’ That only had you laughing more as you pulled into the parking lot. And then you frowned. Every single door to the place was wide open, “Oh dear.” That couldn’t be good. As you shut your engine off Ralph sauntered out of one and learn against the door frame, unimpressed look on his face, and checked his watch (and he wondered where you got it from…): “Oh-! I see you decided to return the case before you eloped-!? How thoughtful!” “Shut up! You think I could deal with a DA the rest of my life?! I get enough with you-!” He folded his arms, and squinted; “That was a rather backhanded compliment!” “You deserve it for that stunt this morning-!” So Ralph got unceremoniously hit with the folder too. You looked to all the open doors, concerned; “What happened here-!?” He held his arm out to present the building to you, “Step inside! And you will find out!” You understood exactly why all the doors were opened the second you walked in and he heat hit you. It was like a sauna. Outside was bad but at least there was a breeze! Ralph clapped you on the back, and his body heat in proximity didn’t help none. “Air cons bust.” You turned to him with a glare “And you called me BACK!?”

 **

 You received a disapproving cough from the other side of the office every time you undid another button on your shirt.

Every single fan that any of you left in the office could find, was on. But you were suffering. It was alright for him; Ralph would work through this no matter what – such was the man that he was. But you were now sweaty and uncomfortable and sticking to your chair; “I can’t work like this—!” You groaned, leaning back in your chair as you received yet another glance, “Any more buttons and you’re gonna be reprimanded.” “You’ve seen me in less-!” “This is a work environment, Detective!” “Ralph—!” You whined placing your arms to your forehead, “This is awful! I should have stayed with Samuels-!” He scoffed “Then why didn’t you!?” You sighed, eyes flicking to him “Because I am hopelessly in love with you.” He stared at you for a minute and the only sound became the buzz of the fans and the wall clock. Before he smiled, and it was a sweet smile. The kind Ralph didn’t give you whilst working. He pointed his pencil at you accusingly; “Don’t make me come over there and kiss you!!!”

 In reality you’d been there less than an hour when Ralph finally threw his pen down, where it clattered across his desk, and stood up. “This is unbearable. Even I can’t work like this!” That was that then, if the usual last man standing was deciding to surrender too. He gave a sigh before he started with purpose towards the door, “I’m sending everyone home!” “Oh?” You folded your arms “Big man on campus today?” If Ralph could send everyone home that meant he was the most senior official in the building. But instead of just answering you he slammed his hands onto your desk with a smirk. Your heart leapt - since when did Ralph ever look at you like that? “Yup, you’re damn right.”

But of course, once he’d gathered everyone in your little space, to tell them to clear out of the office until and engineer swung by and fixed everything, in typical Ralph fashion he martyred himself to stay behind and continue the work. He still wants to be the last man standing, then! And you weren’t having that. “Go. We both have a car, go home. Or go see Samuels again, if you feel you need to be in an office...” “And leave you behind? I don’t think so!” “Why are you so damn stubborn!” Well he shouldn’t have made so many comments about flirting with the DA, or you probably would take him up on heading back there, all your work was currently on that case. “I’m not leaving my partner here alone. And you should know I wouldn’t.” You narrowed your eyes, jumping at the opportunity to give him a taste of his own medicine; “Unless you’re eloping!?” “Oh yeah!” His voice was purely sarcastic and his face deadpan; “with the other lover I clearly have SO much time for-!” You tutted “You’ll break Reneé’s heart!” “If you didn’t break it before hand with your fancy DA-!” You gasped “Uncalled for!” “Necessary!!!” That only made you pout, and Ralph strained “Aw, c-c’mon... That’s unfair...” The embrace he offered you was loose, for obvious reasons, but the sentiment still held as he kissed your forehead; “I love you...”

 *

 You were now just content to suffer in silence - and didn’t look up from your work. You also didn’t look at the clock, and any time you crossed the room it was to look at the case board and then stroll back to your file again. Ralph wasn’t on the case that you were dealing with with Samuels but he liked to help out and offer advice on occasion.

He was dealing with his own right now though, and his silence said as such. But Ralph was always quiet. A good foil to you, you would imagine. Every so often Samuels would ping you questions or updates, but you were glad that it seemed so quiet on such a hot day. “You know,” Ralph eventually mused “isn’t it funny how much quieter you suddenly get when we’re the only ones left here.” You glanced up at him slowly, but instead of retaliating, like you knew he might want you to, you simply smiled.

But, Ralph continued his musings. Folding his current worksheet over. But he knew what your silence meant I will suffer with you. Or for you. “...You know, and I don’t even say this personally, professionally... you might be the greatest partner that I could ever have hoped to have.” That just made you blush, and look back to your work, “...What makes you say that?” “I just know you’re good for me.” He looked to the open door for a moment, twisting his pen between his fingers “...I get to learn a lot from you. I get to teach you a lot of things. We’re as opposite as we are similar. It just... works right? Surprisingly well.” You always did wonder if one of the reasons that your wish to transfer up here was accepted, was because they realised that you needed someone who would settle you down. One of Ralph’s favourite things to tell you was ‘curb your enthusiasm’. To which you would usually wittily reply.

But not today “It does work. But also as more than just a partnership...” you leant on your hand to stare at him “...I guess it’s all equal parts right? I know when you’re my partner, my senior, but also when you’re my lover...” Ralph dropped his gaze back to you, and once again he made your heart skip. “Hm. Important distinctions. It’s as important to think about the fact that I will probably never get a partner like you again. So, whilst I have you here... I should probably give you everything I have to offer in the field.” You narrowed your eyes, suddenly too suspicious of his choice of words; “Where did that come from.” “I’m not daft enough to think you’re not eventually going to get promoted out of here. I think if I prepare myself now... then I might just be ready when it happens.” You stood, one swift movement and shook your head, “That’s it.” “W-What is-!?” You crossed the room with purpose, and he leant back as you rounded his desk and kissed him. It wasn’t harsh, it was still loving and tender but it was still hard. And something he needed right now. You pulled back, and his frown was almost of bewilderment. “There. Happy? You made me get up and kiss you!” He grinned, like he’d won, “Oh yeah, I’m happy.”

**

Work continued with Ralph letting you take short breaks every so often. But the rising heat of the day only made it more unbearable and he had spent the last 15 minutes standing in the open door way staring at the parking lot. “Alright...” He crossed the room, with as much purpose as before and tapped your arm, “Get up. Come on, we can’t stay in here.” “Well- where are you going!?” “There’s one shady spot in the pilot, go sit over there I’ll join you in a minute.” “R-Ralph-!” But all you heard was his hurried footsteps, making you sigh gently. You pocketed your phone and went to stand by the door yourself. He was right, there was one shaded area. You glanced back to wait for him, but when after a few minutes he still didn’t appear, you decided it was better to wait for him where he’d told you to, or else get chided for that too.

 5 minutes later, when you felt a lot better for sitting in the shade with a nice breeze, Ralph sidled across the parking lot with something in his hands. You were trying to find the case file under his arm that would denote that he was still asking you to work outside, but he was suspiciously void of one. When he reached your side and sat down, you realised he was carrying with him your favourite ice cream; “Knew we had some.” You were still looking for his case file, “Stop it. We’re taking a well-earned break - and!-” he tapped the tub with a spoon before handing you one, “I think we earned this too!” “Any reason you picked my favourite?” You could already feel the beginning of a big smile, “Just the first one I placed my hands on. And home made too-!” He tapped the label. Yeah right, it hadn’t taken him a good 15 minutes more to just grab a tub of ice cream and some spoons. But you didn’t say that, instead you sat back on your hands with a tiny smirk; “Is it because you love me?” He sighed gently “Oh... probably...”

You sat together in relative silence, leaving the cases back in the station you created a good amount of your own small talk whilst attempting (and succeeding in) finishing a whole tub of ice cream together. You liked to discuss the shows you were watching that he wasn’t into, but liked hearing second hand accounts of from you – and the book you were currently reading. Just as he liked to tell you about interesting documentaries he’d watched, or all the places he’d been. If he brought up cases – Ralph liked telling you about plainly absurd ones he’d been a part of when he’d just started out. Those always made you laugh so hard that you got stitches, and always made you ultimately glad you’d never been through any of them yourself. Though you had your fair share of stories from your previous jurisdiction that made him cringe when you mentioned them; “Oh god, please no!” Eventually your head found his shoulder, and your arms wound around his. Sure, it was still pretty hot out, but the breeze and the shade were both lending a helping hand. And more than anything you wanted to be this close to him. For a short period he petted your hair gently, and you closed your eyes with a smile. You knew this man well enough to know that the only reason you were out here eating ice-cream and not working hard was you. Ralph had done this for you, to cool you down. You knew he would have suffered in silence all alone all afternoon had you not stayed. So you were grateful that in doing this for your benefit, he was taking a well-deserved break too.

“I’ll pick her up, tonight.” You lifted your head from Ralph’s shoulder at his sudden quiet musing; “You sure?” “Mmm. You stayed. Least I can do.” “…That doesn’t sound suspicious at all.” He chuckled, “I just like seeing her face light up when she leaves school and runs to the gate, is that alright?” “Runs to you. Is what you mean.” “…You gotta understand that too, right?” You ran a hand through his hair, “Aw… You’re just such a softie.” “Eh. I’m getting old.” His grin was bashful, “Naw. You’re getting just perfect.” There was silence for a few minutes more before he gave a tentative look back to the open station doors; “Should we be working on cases right now?” “Not in this heat no.” and you were determined to keep it that way. “...I’m tempted to agree with you...” “But?” You couldn’t believe you suggested he go on with the sentence “But we should be? So let’s go back in?” “No...” Ralph lay his head back on yours, with a gentle smile that you would obviously think he’d ask you to get back to it, “That was it. That’s all I had to say.”

 ***

 Eventually an engineer rolled into the parking lot, and you had to cover your mouth to stop you from cracking up at Ralph’s nonsensical string of What took you so long!?!??! But you only waited until after the engineer had finished. “I say forget about today and let’s go home...” Ralph stacked some files under his arm; “Let’s just make sure everything is locked.” “Mmhm!” You agreed and then trailed him through the station to shut every door and window once again. Glad that the air con was thriving once more.

Then he walked you to your car and opened the door for you again, like a true gentleman, even though he hardly needed to. Before walking over to his own. You knew Ralph though, and those files made their way into his back seat. You sighed, and drove your car around the lot to his, winding your window down; “Hey! Detective!” Ralph laughed and strolled across the lot to you; “Yes?” “Professional advice.” You nodded back to his car, “I’m all ears, Detective.” “If you take all your work home with you, you’re gonna miss out on two very important things...” “I know that.” He crossed his arms and leant on your car, “But I also know - and this is my professional advice - there’s nothing better than talking work through with people who see things a little different to you. Makes me worry less, get a new perspective. Sometimes, I just might need their help.” You sat back with a thoughtful expression: “Huh. I guess sometimes they might need yours too.” “Well, you got it. How about you? Suppose you got a good DA at home that knows his stuff.” You opened your mouth in shock; “Oh my god! I can’t believe-!” “-Here’s some more professional advice…” Ralph leant forward and caught your lips with his, stopping your rebuke to his comment in its tracks. Then you quite forgot what you were saying; “...ice cream.” “...Huh?” “You had, a little bit of ice cream.” He brushed his thumb over your lips and you’ll couldn’t help but part them with a gentle sigh against his soft touch. “Oh.” “- As I was saying. Professional advice, tell that man of yours not to work so hard.” You gave a shrug, and a makes sense face, even though your stare was measured; “If he’s gonna heed my advice I will.” “Mm...” He tipped his head, kissing you once more before straightening “...if you keep reminding him of the important things, one day he just might.” Ralph stepped back and raised his hand in a wave, “See you back at home, Y/N!”

“See you soon-!” You blew him a kiss, and closed your window again as you drove away. You glanced to the case file on the seat next to you, well he wasn’t the only one who was taking things home, you guessed. But at least yours was going to court! And you did have to know what you were saying for ‘your’ DA. *** It was quite some time later that the front door opened to a chime of; “We’re home!!!” You were leant against the counter catching up on today’s news, an all too familiar scene these days. You pushed yourself back from the counter in time for Renee to come racing around the corner and into your arms; “Hey, sweetie, how was school?” “School was good, mommy.” You picked her up, and she was beaming “How was work?” “Hot. Actually. But, Ralph, gentleman that he is, sent us all home.” You heard Ralph laugh from the corridor, “You decided to stay!!” “Cuz I love you!” “I figured!” “You’re back later than usual!” Renee giggled “Ralph took me for Ice cream-!” You gasped “Ice cream!?!” He rounded the corner “Oh. Yeah! It was still pretty ridiculous outside. Thought our little lady deserved some.” You tilted your head curiously to one side; “And you didn’t invite me?!” Although you were only being playful, you knew Ralph likes having father/daughter time with her, and you found it absolutely adorable that he would want to take her for ice-cream after school. Ralph probably wanted to make sure that Renee didn’t miss out as much as anything else. “Well, you weren’t around and you’re supposed to be studying for court.” “Yeah. Okay…” You shook your head at him, amused. “Mommy, you can come next time!” You chuckled, placing her back to the floor, and running your fingers through her hair – “Well, thank you – sweetheart. Who could possibly resist such an invitation?” Ralph shook his head, with a smile “God, come here!” The next thing you knew you were wrapped in his arms and covered in kisses.

*** When the day finally began to cool off, it was already late into the evening. And you were still practicing all your notes, sure, Samuels had yet to get the court date, but he worked quick – and you had to be prepared for this. By the time you’d decided to give up it was already approaching 11:30pm and you knew that, since he’d disappeared from your side, Ralph would be tucked away in his little corner of the house still up doing his own case work.  Time to go remind him that bed was also a thing. He didn’t even look up as he addressed you when you entered the back room fifteen minutes later; “Your case made the papers again! Did you see?” “I did. He’s good at that…” You glanced over the files, but it wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure out exactly what they were. Cold Cases. “Oh, he definitely likes ya. That DA. I never get in-!” “If you’re trying to suggest that I only get in the papers because of Samuels...” “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting, Ms.Andersson.” Though he was smiling You indicated to his folders; “The last time you went high profile...” “Yeah. well.” “It’s only 200 words in the corner, Ralph.” “200 words that you and I both noticed.” Well, you supposed he had a point. You eyed the files open in front of him again and tipped your head, eyebrows threading, concerned. You nodded to them; “…Don’t you ever get tired of doing this?” “What?” “…Looking through cold cases like there is something else there.” “No end to the universe.” He muttered, “Huh?” “No end to the universe.” Ralph repeated louder, raising his head slowly. “…What if we missed something because we didn’t even think of that possibility?” “…Ralph…” you placed his mug of cocoa down and slid onto the desk, taking his hand in yours, “Sometimes it’s not going to be monsters. You know that too, right? Stop looking for them just because you’ve dealt with one.” “But what if-” “What if they aren’t? Baby, what if they are just cold cases…?” “You didn’t see what I saw, Y/N… You’d never want to be involved in something like that again if you were. You’d never want something like that to happen…” “Ralph…” you sighed gently, “Whether I was there or not, I still believed you when you told me… Why shouldn’t other monsters exist and be capable of such things.” But you placed your hand over the case files “But, babe, you gotta stop obsessing. Because we both know that won’t solve anything… Also, there’s a bed upstairs that’s missing two bodies… I say we aughta rectify that!” The smile you had raised from him faded just as quick. He sat back, in silence for a good few moments, blue eyes looking between yours for answers he wished you had; “Then let me ask you this…” Ralph paused again, before taking a breath; “Why do you believe me, you never told me that?” “You said it yourself…” you gave a gentle smile, bringing his hands to your lips, “No end to the universe.”

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Jac & Savannah

Jac: [screenshot of a totally acceptable amount of messages from Isabelle] Jac: 😩😩😩 Jac: She is so mentally exhausting Savannah: The girl needs more extracurricular activities Savannah: netball is just not doing enough for her Jac: Seriously Jac: what sort of uni does she think she'll get into with that lack of variety 🙄🙄 Jac: never mind how boring it'll make her seem to any potential friends or boyfriends when she gets there, IF she gets there Savannah: do you think she'll even go, when she can't get into any of our choices? 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Savannah: 😔 do you miss her, boo? 😢 Savannah: I think badly of Is for doing that to you Jac: I don't need either of them, I've got you Jac: neither of them can compete, or like anyone else we go to school with Jac: it happened so slowly, then all at once Jac: we need to think of a way to distract her Savannah: My heart! 🥰 You're the force for everything good in my life, I swear to god Savannah: I've got you, baby girl, what we need to do is find her a man who'll stay Savannah: Let me get Ty's phone Jac: You are the only thing from this life I'm taking with me into my actual life I'm gonna have Jac: when we get out of this place and make something of ourselves Savannah: ^^^👏 Yes Jac: 🤔 Who's lowkey dumb enough Jac: dumb might be harsh but like, he's gonna have to put up with A LOT to wanna, no offense 😂 Savannah: I'm not judging, you've known her longer than I have Savannah: & she's made sure you know her better too Jac: It's so juniors of her Jac: like of all the people who don't deserve that treatment ➡ you, the sweetest angel ever Jac: the possessiveness, just because we met like first day of school, doesn't mean we've got to live and die together now Jac: especially if you're not gonna grow with me, babe Savannah: It's fine, I can be the bigger person here Savannah: we both understand that the universe was not ready to put me on the same path as you the second that school started, even if she doesn't Savannah: she doesn't date black boys which is going to wipe out half of this list, not speculating wildly like that fact is related to why we're not BFFs though 🤫 Jac: 👑❤ Jac: I'm all about who's made the most positive change in my life, not who's been in it the longest, not sorry about that Jac: only 😎 colourblind if you're light enough Jac: the levels of problematic Jac: speaking of, who's that guy, the one who was BEYOND wasted at the last party? 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Savannah: I'm shouting because his parents are going away THIS weekend 🙏 it's perfect Savannah: & of course I will sacrifice the precious alone time we could've had if it means you get some away from her Jac: 🌌🪐☄️☀️ timing Jac: you don't mind? ❤ Savannah: I don't know why he's only telling me now when there's no way he found out a second ago himself but I couldn't love him more for helping us make this happen so he's forgiven Savannah: it's fate baby, how could I mind? Good things happen every time I trust in that Savannah: She'll let you dress her, won't she? Jac: That's men for you Jac: can't say useless when they clearly have some but 🤭 bless Jac: If I commit to a shopping trip Jac: she keeps asking Jac: it'll be tiresome but worth it in the long run Savannah: He does not appreciate the recovery time on a wax when your skin is as sensitive as mine is, but that's a venting session for another day 🙄 Savannah: I'll obviously come with, unless you think that'll make it worse Jac: 🙄 How are more boys not genius level intelligent Jac: the amount of time they don't have to spend worrying about the things we do, and they're out here putting it to waste Jac: we would never, could never 💅 Jac: Of course I want you to come Jac: but we know she'll be in a better mood to party if I give her my undivided attention 🙄 Savannah: SO true Savannah: I'll give him mine then, make sure he's also in the mood to party Savannah: I can't handle a sulk, he looks too adorable, it makes me die Jac: 🙏 we need your free, boy Jac: get on board or I swear, I'm gonna lose it with her fully 😵😤😰 Savannah: we can lose her in his parents' sauna, hang in there 👼🏻 Jac: if we can make use before because I won't be getting in there after them 😷🤢 Savannah: You have to come over early anyway because my hair is a law onto itself right now & I will have a breakdown if Ty tells me to be natural one more time Savannah: can you not 👮 me, boy Savannah: I need to look beautiful for myself as well as you Jac: Self-love is so much more important Jac: I got you Savannah: if you don't see us at this party it's because we're arguing Savannah: I can feel it coming Jac: 😬 Jac: You know I'll cover for you, goes without saying Jac: is he like, under some kind of extra pressure rn, like what's his deal? 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Savannah: it's off any scale Jac: Of course, it's exactly how much I love you Jac: 👭🔥 Savannah: I swear to god, if we get Isabelle a man & I end up single, I will have to run away though Jac: No way Jac: he knows his luck, for his sins Savannah: I've given him way too much power to hurt me with by loving him as much as I do Savannah: I'm so lucky I also have you Savannah: & you would never Jac: It's all about trust Jac: and it's rare that you find anyone you can fully give your trust too in your life Jac: never mind multiple people Savannah: ^^^ Savannah: my parents didn't have it & they were together for like two decades Jac: It's sad Jac: so many people do and will settle for less Jac: I can't imagine how, honestly Savannah: you're on a different level to everyone else I've ever met Savannah: the word settle doesn't exist for you Jac: but you have to remember, you're on that level too Jac: I won't let you forget Jac: or settle Savannah: I'm scared that I've put all this energy into the wrong things Jac: You said it best, the universe knows what it's doing Jac: what you're ready for and what you're not, put your trust in it Jac: if this is meant to be more, it will be, if it's meant to be a teaching moment to make you an even better person, then it will be Savannah: you're BEYOND right Savannah: & you can never leave me, even if he does Jac: I never will Jac: I KNOW we're meant to be Savannah: Me too Savannah: my dad has shaken my faith in literally everything else but not us Jac: We're different Jac: we've known each other forever, I think Jac: countless past lives, and we're gonna keep knowing each other Jac: we're meant to do something big together, I can feel it Savannah: I feel too connected to you for that not to be true Jac: It is Jac: Whatever else, you can count on that, forever Savannah: you've made everything better Savannah: in this moment and all the rest Jac: That's what I'm here for Savannah: I'm supposed to also be here for you & I haven't asked how you are Savannah: SO selfish Savannah: Am I turning into Isabelle? 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Jac: [sends outfit options] Jac: 'cos lord knows all my attention will HAVE to go on her outfit when we go on this shopping trip Savannah: Oh you just have to go with the first one! I'm in LOVE Savannah: not even looking at the others, sorry Jac: 🤭🥰 that's decided then Jac: who I want to bring or if, is another question entirely Savannah: What about Cillian? I obviously don't mean the one in our year 🚫🚫🚫 Jac: He has potential Jac: did he go out with Sammy in our year though? Savannah: She asked him & he politely declined Jac: 😏 That makes him more promising Savannah: he doesn't date girls that aren't in his own year but I know he'd reconsider if you wanted him to Jac: you have the best ideas Savannah: He noticed when you got that mention in assembly, that was all you 🧠✨ Jac: At least he should be able to hold a conversation too then Savannah: I've heard him debate, he's really impressive Jac: Are you sure you don't wanna ask him, boo? 🤫🤭 Savannah: 😳 Jac: You totally like him Savannah: I can look & sometimes I do, don't judge me Jac: No judgment here Jac: it sounds like you have lots in common Savannah: We've attended a few of the same university lectures Jac: and he's cute Jac: I won't ask him Savannah: nothing's ever going to happen between me & him, so you should, if you think he's cute Jac: you can't say never Jac: who knows what the universe has in store for your future Savannah: Do you think Ty's going to end it? Jac: Of course not Jac: I don't think Ty will get into Uni Jac: you know it'll be different, especially when you get into your first choice and have to move away Savannah: His parents want him to stay here & he hasn't said he won't Jac: It takes a certain kind of man to follow 'round a girl Jac: and honestly, 'cos you know I'm always going to tell you how it is, because I care about you, okay? Jac: is that the sort of man you want, anyway Jac: what is his plan, after school Savannah: He doesn't believe in committing to a long term plan, besides us staying together, of course Savannah: you know I used to love that about him, because it's like he's the missing, more relaxed part of me Savannah: but lately the differences feel exhausting Jac: And that's now Jac: when you live in the same town, and see each other at least 5 days of the week without needing to do anything, put any effort in Jac: I just worry that the commitment-phobe is gonna jump out when it isn't that easy for him Savannah: oh god Jac: I could be wrong Jac: but I never want to keep anything from you Jac: even if it's hard to hear Savannah: Nobody knows me better than you Savannah: or has seen more of us as a couple Savannah: you're saying it because it needs to be said Jac: 😔 Jac: I am Jac: the last thing you need is to be blindsided by it Savannah: I can't go through that kind of heartbreak again, me & my dad still aren't talking Jac: You've had to be strong enough already Jac: like, he needs to think about what he wants, be clear with his intentions, you deserve that Jac: even if he isn't about making plans for himself, you can't live your life beholden to his lack of, it's not fair Savannah: This isn't a discussion I can have with him in [wherever they are] Savannah: 😢 Jac: Of course not Jac: your response would be beyond emotional Jac: you need to collect your thoughts first Savannah: Can I stay with you? Home is totally chaotic & I obviously can't stay at his Jac: You don't even need to ask Jac: there's always a place for you at mine Savannah: Thank you Jac: Jude isn't here and I can always make Jameson leave too Jac: not that they'll bother us Jac: total calm is needed Savannah: until Is decides she needs something Jac: 📴 Jac: she'll have to cope without me for five minutes Jac: you're so more important than any of her faux drama could ever be Savannah: It's going to be so embarrassing to have to share any of this with her Savannah: I can't Jac: You don't have to Jac: it's none of her business Jac: and you don't know yet, Ty might prove himself Savannah: what would I do without you? 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[sauveteen]

sick | s.m

summary: shawn's kinda sick and you're kinda mad

You sigh, balancing the bowl of soup in one hand, your other clutching the pillow he was trying to hide behind.

"Shawn," You place the soup on the bedside table, "Come on, you're being a baby."

"Yes, but I'm being your baby," Comes his muffled voice from beneath the blankets, and you can't help but let your lips quirk up in amusement. Curling your fingers around the edge of the duvet, you lift it a little to peek at your sick boyfriend.

"Hi? You comfy in there, bud?"

Shawn shifts so he's facing you, lifting his arm to keep the blanket raised. His bicep flexes with the movement, and you have to take a moment to remind yourself that he's sick, and that the last thing you need is an infection. Pushing the blanket back a bit, you let the night lamp illuminate his face, almost grimacing at his state. While he looks adorable — because honestly, when does he not? — he also looks equally tired, eyes red and cheeks gaunt from fatigue. Your heart pulls at the sight, hating the state he's currently in. The state he's currently doing nothing to get out of.

"Please drink your soup, bub," You perch yourself at the end of the bed, hip jutting against his thigh. Leaning over, you push his floppy curls away from his face, resting the back of your hand against his forehead. Wincing at how his body is boiling with fever, you say, "I shredded the chicken, just how you like it."

"I don't want soup," There's an adamant pout on his face, a tick between his brows, "I want you."

"I'm right here, but you need soup to get better, not me. Come on, you're being—"

You don't miss the way he smiles, half a smirk and half a grimace, before he says, "Let's put it to test, then."

"What is that supposed to—," Before you can finish, he arms sneak out from beneath the blankets, curling around your waist and pulling you towards him. You let out a little shriek, eyes going wide, your head hitting his bare chest with a dull thud. Before you can react, he secures an arm around your back, pulling you impossibly close into his body. Throwing his leg over yours, Shawn effectively traps you in place. You flinch a little at his burning touch, but ease up when he cuddles himself into you. Unable to hide your surprise at his sudden strength, you cock an eyebrow at him. He had begged for you to help him to the bathroom in the morning, your velvet blanket draped over his shoulders and right hand intertwined with yours. He returns your questioning gaze with a sheepish grin.

"It's like a sauna in here," You mumble, digging your heels into the mattress and pushing yourself up a bit so you're now face to face with him. He leans closer, resting his forehead against yours, and sighs in contentment.

"S'cause my incredibly hot girlfriend s'in here," Shawn smiles a little as he says it, and you have to try hard not to kiss him right then and there. He sounds sleepy, his words slurring together. When your fingers tangle into his hair, scratching softly at his scalp, his eyes flutter shut as he exhales softly through his nose.

"Will you pretty please drink your soup and have your meds for your incredibly hot girlfriend?"

"Nuhuhh," He murmurs, softly shaking his head, "And I'll sneeze on her if she makes me."

You let out a chuckle, your fingers ghosting up his bare arm, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin, "You don't have a cold, baby."

"If I can fart on command, I can sneeze on command," You shake your head at his boyish antics, and his eyes lazily blink open. He pushes a hand through your hair, combing it away from your face. Watching in fascination as the strands slip through his fingers, he blinks hazily at you, stifling a yawn. Shawn generally isn't very expressive — although you often scold him for it, and he tries to be — so he can't often put into words how much he loves you. Sure, he can write the occasional song and sing the occasional tune, but no lyric in the world is enough for what he feels for you. This gut wrenching feeling of utter and absolute adoration, and it only multiplies as he stares on, looking at the tiniest hints of a content smile on your face. He rubs at the worry lines in your forehead with his thumb, mumbling, "Can I please get a kiss?"

You know that you shouldn't, that you have work and can't fall sick, but the way he's looking at you — all red cheeked and needy, it's so hard for you to resist. So you dip your head down, pressing a soft peck against his chapped lips. Running a finger against his bottom lip after, feeling the groan of protest leaving his throat right after.

"No, like a proper kiss," he whines, puckering his lips, "Please, I promise I won't infect you. Please, baby?"

"I don't think it works like that," You grin, leaning away from him when he tries leaning towards you, lips puckered and eyes scrunched shut. He huffs when you place your palm over his face, pushing him back into the pillow. Before you can pull away, he grabs your wrist, holding your hand to his face. Pressing soft, sweet kisses to the inside of your palm, making you giggle.

"You're so fuckin' cute," You manage to let out, pulling him towards you, your nose nudging against his cheek, "And so fuckin' stupid. Like a little boy left without his 'mama."

"But I'm a big boy," He protests, turning his face so his cheek is pressed against yours. His warm breath fans against your face as he speaks, "And big boys don't drink soup. They drink martinis. Can I get a martini, baby?"

"Are you asking to die?"

"S'not my wish," he mumbles, placing the back of his hand on his mouth to soften his yawn, "but I wouldn't mind."

"Shawn," Your sudden stern voice surprises even you, so it doesn't faze you when Shawn's forehead creases in worry. You place your hand on his cheek, eyes flickering over his face in concern, "You know how I've always supported your work, right?"

"Yeah? Where's this—"

"And I always will support you," you rush out, stroking his cheek, running your fingers from his cheekbone to his chin, "But baby, you need to know when to stop, 'kay? Do you know how much I love you?"

He nods solemnly, all the playfulness in his eyes dying down. Shawn can see you getting a little teary eyed, and he swears that hurts worse than his headache. Choked up, you continue, "Tons. I love you so, so much, bub. What will I do if something happens to you?"

"I—nothing's gonna happen to me, sweetheart, I promise," His eyes desperately search yours, concern painted over his features, "S'just a fever, s'all."

"When your manager calls me up to say he's cancelling a promo tour and sending you home," You gulp heavily, tracing the shell of his ear with your thumb, "That's not just a fever, Shawn."

"Baby," his voice is pleading, not understanding how the conversation went from him refusing to have soup to you all but having a breakdown, "Andrew just got worried. Swear it's not a big deal—"

"When's the last time you slept for a solid eight hours?" Your question catches his off-guard, so you continue, "Had a proper meal? Called your mum to tell her how much you love her?"

He averts his gaze, choosing to focus on the rise and fall of your chest, and you blink your tears away, "I'm so glad you're doing what you love, bub. It makes me the happiest person in the world. But you need to stop overworking yourself, because — come on, Shawn, look at me."

When his eyes fly up to meet yours, you're a little taken aback to see them brimming with tears. Mirroring your expression, "I'm sorry," he mutters, tightening his grip on you. His head buries in the crook of your neck, trying to bottle your scent. You smell like home, like dinner with a glass of wine and movies in his living room. Like the books you read to him, and the songs he sings to you. His nose brushes against your jaw when he continues, his voice muffled now, "M'so sorry. I didn't want to make you sad. Or fall sick, for that matter. I just — there's just, so much pressure," He pulls away from you, hand gently cupping the back of your head, "I guess, I just want to make everyone happy, you know? I just didn't realise..."

When he trails off, your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, "Didn't realise what?"

There's so much sincerity in his eyes when he looks at you that you feel something melt underneath your skin, "That in the process of making everyone happy... I was upsetting the one person whose happiness matters the most."

You choke back a sob, shaking your head. Refusing to look at him, you duck your head, muttering, "That's the cheesiest thing I've heard. I hate you."

Luckily for you, he doesn't see the stupid blush that starts staining your cheeks then, growing from the bottom of your neck to the tip of your nose. You press a kiss against his collarbone, only to hear him inhale sharply. When you place your fingers against his chest, you can almost feel his love beneath his warm skin, thumping underneath your hand. It takes all of your willpower to not start bawling your eyes out, because you're with the most beautiful boy in the world. The most beautiful, sick and stupid boy.

Despite his eyes threatening to fall shut, he manages a grin, swinging an arm around your shoulder and scooping you into him, "The cheese comes with the whole package, babe."

In Shawn's mind, big red letters flash CRISIS AVERTED, and he has to blink several times to get rid of them. When he realises that you were saying something, he blinks at you, bambi eyes widening slightly.

"Huh?"

"I said," you press, almost Awwing at the sight, "Your soup's getting cold."

"What soup?" He feigns innocence, pretending to yawn, "I'm so tired. Time for sleep. Bye, honey."

Before he can slump back into the pillow, you sneak an arm underneath his back, pushing him up with all your might. "If you drink your soup I'll give you a kiss."

"A proper one?"

"The proper-est kiss to have existed."

"But," he says as you help him lean back against the headboard, handing him his soup, "But I don't want you to fall sick!"

"Kiss me somewhere else, then," There's a twinkle in your eye, and Shawn immediately perks up, his eyes going wide. There's an almost comical look to his face, and you don't understand how he manages to look so excited and so expressive while being half-dead.

"Can I? Can I really? Just sit on my face and I'll suck you dry, I swear. I don't even need any energy to do that."

"Shawn!" You exclaim, unable to help the loud laughter that bubbles up your throat, "Do you not give up? Also, suck me dry? You sound like a pedophile."

Shawn rolls his eyes as he laps at his soup, tongue poking out to catch a drop to manages to escape his mouth. You gulp, and he continues, "What do you want me to say? Let me devour your nether regions?"

"Shawn?"

"Yeah?"

"Please just drink your damn soup, babe."

#shawn #mendes #shawnmendes #fluff #sick #imagine #blurb

[fics-for-my-heart]

Soul Burn (p10) end

Summary: The first time you touch your soulmate, your skin burns in that spot till you touch them again

Word count: 3527

Warning: none, maybe a little rushed?

A/N: Wow, the last part of the series. It took a bit longer than I thought it would, but the feedback as been a m a z i n g. I love you all! Thank you for reading this and enjoying it ❤️

Masterlist 

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven  Part Eight  Part Nine  Part Ten

 “What do you mean I can’t see it yet?” Tom asked, pulling himself away from your arms to look at you with a deep frown.

 After setting the date for the dress to be delivered you, Julie, and Zendaya went back to Toms. All of you were currently hanging out in the living room. Tom had been laying on your chest while you played with his hair, till you told him you didn’t bring the dress home.

 “Because, buggy boy, I want you to be surprised.” You respond, patting his cheek. He huffed, resting his head back onto you as your fingers resume playing with his hair.

 “It’s really perfect. It’ll match well with your suit.” Zendaya said, earning a jealous glare from Tom as he stuck out his tongue. “Ooh relax. It’s just three weeks away, you’ll survive.”

 “Will I though?” He scoffed, rubbing his cheek against you.

 “Yes you dramatic child,” Zendaya laughed, pulling her phone out. “I’m going to order Chinese. What would you guys like?”

——

 The days that followed were some of the best. Between movie marathons, site seeing, swimming, and just being all out lazy there wasn’t a moment of boredom. You had so many pictures and videos that you had to back them all up to make room.

 Much too soon it was the day Julie and Mitch we’re leaving. You and Julie were curled together on the couch already making plans.

 “Okay, so I’ll FaceTime you while you’re getting ready. That way it’s almost like I’m there.” She said, her fingers were laced with yours and her head was on your shoulder.

 “I wish you could be there. I wish you could stay here.”

 “Me too. But you’ll be home after, right?”

 You nodded. “That’s the plan. Toms going to stay with me for a bit and then we will go stay in England for a bit. He has a new movie he is shooting soon so he will be back in LA in a few months and I’ll be home.”

 “Well. I’m excited you get all this fun but I’ll miss you.”

 “I’ll miss you too.”

 Before she could respond, Mitch came down the stairs, Tom close behind. “Hon, it’s time to go.”

 “Noooooo.” Julie sighed, sitting up with a big pout and reluctantly getting up. “I don’t want to.”

 You walked with them to the door, still hand in hand with Julie. “I’ll see you before you know it.” You said, wrapping your arms around her for a tight hug.

 “Not soon enough.” Her arms were tighter. “I love you so much.”

 “I love you too!” You said, finally letting go. “Let me know when you guys get home.” You added, hugging Mitch.

 “We will.” He said as him and Julie walked down the porch.

 “Tommy, what are we supposed to do now?” You asked, throwing your head back and spinning around the foyer with your arms out.

 Tom ducked down and scooped you up, earning a squeal from you. “I say we go take a nap and stay in bed for the next day and a half.”

 You gave him a kiss, then rested your head on his shoulder. “Sounds like a plan. Carry me to bed.” As soon as you were snuggled into bed with a movie on you fell asleep, feeling safe and cozy in Toms arms.

—-

 When you woke up you were met with Tom already looking at you. You reach out and put your hand on his cheek. “Babe. That’s a bit creepy.”

 “You just always look so peaceful when you sleep.”

 “I always feel peaceful in your arms.” You removed your hand to rub your eye. “What time is it?”

 “Almost two in the morning.” He laughed.

 Your eyes widened. “I didn’t think I was that tired. Oops.”

 Tom smiled, kissing your forehead. “The past few weeks have been wild so I don’t blame you. Are you hungry?” You nodded. “Let’s go make some food.”

 Once in the kitchen, Tom turned his 70s playlist on low and pulled out some left over rice and chicken. While you watched and waited you danced around the kitchen. You were in an incredibly good mood. Singing poorly to songs while Tom watched with love in his eyes. When the food was done and since it was warm out, the two of you ate outside. Enjoying the light sounds of the night life while making small talk.

 “Can I ask you something?” Tom turned his body to you, setting his empty plate down.

 You raised your eyebrows and nodded. “You can always ask me anything.”

 Tom worked his lip a moment, nodding. “Would you want to get married? We don’t have too, I know a lot of people who aren’t married. It’s more of a formality honestly. But would you want to?”

 “Are you proposing to me right now?” You asked, a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach.

 “Uh, not at this exact moment?” It was almost a question and his lip was back between his teeth. “Would you say yes though?”

 “Only because I think Y/N Holland has a good ring to it.” You said, popping your last bit into your mouth.

 “I mean, you’re not wrong.” He smirked, pulling you to him the moment you set your bowl down.

  The two of you were silent for a few minutes. His hand was lightly running up and down your back while you focused on the way the moonlight hit his face.

 You finally broke the silence. “Yeah.”

 “Hm?”

 “If you were to ask me to marry you I’d say yes. But because I love you.”

 He smiled, wrapping you in both arms and kissing your head. “I love you too.”

 As quickly as the calming week came, it was gone. There were meeting, more interviews, a final fitting for Toms suit. It was hectic, sure, but there was something about seeing Tom back in his element. The way he interacted with the interviewers and the rest of the cast and crew by always greeting everyone in the room and telling them to have a wonderful day before leaving.

 When you had a moment, he showed you around the studio. Telling you funny stories and taking you to some of the spots he would hide while filming to nap. The two of you made out in just about every spot.

 The interviews went much the same as the first round. You still stayed on your toes, time checking and putting emphasis on the blacklisted rules. A lot had been retold by their higher ups after Tom brought it up in a meeting before press started again.

 In all, the best part was being able to stay at Tom’s and not hotels. Always the same bed and not having to pack and unpack every few days took away a lot of the stress. That also meant that Harry and Sam could come, and they brought Tessa. When they arrived her entire body was a wagging mess, she loved all over Tom then all over you. It was nice to have her sleeping at the foot of the bed and someone to snuggle when Tom had to run out.

 You also spent a lot more time with Zendaya. Sometimes working on plans for how the premiere would go, other times in the basement at her house with Tessa and ice cream watching movies. She’d quickly become one of your closest friends.

 The morning before the premiere you and Tom were enjoying the opportunity to sleep in. Tangled in each other with Tessa sleeping comfortably against your legs. It was all interrupted when a knock sounded at the bedroom door.

 “I hope you kids are decent. I’m coming in either way!” The voice said as the door opened. Behind it stood Zendaya with her hand covering her eyes.

 “Dude.” Tom groaned. You did the same as he pulled you into his chest. “We are trying to sleep.”

 You felt the bed dip and a hand on your head as Tessa moved into Zs lap. “Yes I see. But I planned a spa trip for me and Y/N so we can be relaxed and refreshed tomorrow.”

 “But it’s so early.” You mumble against Toms chest.

 Zendaya laughed. “Guys it’s noon.”

 “Exactly. Too early.”

 “Oh boo. Come on. We can even go to your favorite sushi place.”

 Tom kissed your head as he wiggled around. “Go on, love. Go have fun. I’ll be here when you get home.”

 You sat up, resting your chin on his chest. “Fineeeee. But I’m coming right back to this spot when we get back.”

 “Fine by me love.”

 With a huff you lifted yourself off the bed, kissing Tom before turning around. “Z, you’re going to have to get up.” You laughed, she had her face pressed into Tessa’s.

 “I mean, we can all stay here if you’d rather. I enjoy pup cud’s.” She ended in baby talk while ruffling Tessa’s ears.

 “Nope.” You crawled down the bed and threw on a hoodie. “I’m up let’s goooo.”

 “I love you!” Tom called as you stepped into the hall.

 You blew a kiss. “I love you too!”

——

 “Alright. This was definitely a good idea.” You sigh as the masseuse worked the troublesome knot between your shoulders.

 “Right. I always try and get in here before a premiere or after I get back from filming.”

 You were in such a relaxed bliss that you couldn’t answer. After the massages you guys got facials, time in the sauna, hot stones, scalp massages and deep conditioner treatments, and lastly some time in massage chairs that practically cradled you. They even gave you real fruit smoothies with nutrition boots.

 “I think I could get use to all this.” You sighed, closing your eyes. “This is truly the most relaxed I have felt in years.”

 “Told you. I don’t normally go all out, but I felt like this was definitely needed. Tomorrow being your first premier and all.”

 “Well, thank you Z. I appreciate it. I just hope Tom isn’t too bored at home because I feel like I’ll be doing some more of this in the future.”

 She laughed, reaching for her own drink. “I’m sure Toms fine by himself.”

 “You’re right. Tessa has probably already tired him out.”

 And you were right. When you got back to Toms, him and Tessa were asleep on the couch. You quickly snapped a picture before carefully wiggling your way under Toms arm and joining in on the nap.

 The next morning was a lazy one. No one in the house wanted to do much before the premiere so you guys had oatmeal and fruit for breakfast and then watched tv till it was time for you to leave for Zendaya's house.

 “Ugh,” Tom groaned, wrapping you in his arms. “It’s unfair that you aren’t getting ready here. And it’s worse that we aren’t riding together.” He dropped his head to the crook of your neck.

 “Awh. I know. But it’ll make the surprise that much better. For the press and for you.” You stroked your hand over his head.

 He kissed your neck gently before pulling up to face you. “Oh it’ll be a surprise all right.” He sighed and pulled you in for a long, slow kiss.

 The horn outside pulled you away. “I have to go. I love you.” You kissed him once more and opened the door.

 “I love you tooooooooo.” He called, watching you till the car pulled away.  

 When you got to Zendayas, you went around back as instructed and it was like walking into a makeup store. There were two vanity’s set up, covered with makeup, and two clothing racks. One overflowing with dresses, the other had yours hanging by itself.

 “Woah.” You took it all in as Zendaya laughed from her chair.

 “Trust me you won’t get use to this.”

 “Julie is going to kick herself for missing this.” You poked around the makeup before looking at all the dresses.

 “You can call her on my laptop. Put the call on the tv so the screen isn’t so small.” Z said, setting it up.

 Julie answered on the first ring. “O M G I MISS YOU GUYS!”

 You and Z both laughed. “We miss you too.” You said. “I wish you were here here, but this will work.”

 “Best believe I have the red carpet live stream ready.” She said with a wink.

 Once the three of you caught up, you started getting ready. It was like playing dress up, only you weren’t trying on your mother's heals. You went with a simple Smokey eye, and curls with your hair half up and some flower accessories that matched your dress. When you were ready, you spun around to show it off to Julie.

 “Oh, Y/N, you look so beautiful!” She gushed, clearly taking a screenshot.

 “She’s right. Toms going to be speechless.” Z said, emerging from the closet in the dress she'd picked.

 “Zendaya, you look amazing oh my god.” You said, Julie was nodding behind you.

 “Not as good as you.” She laughed, looking down at herself. She was wearing a long spaghetti strapped dress with a simple black top but a flowing multi colored bottom that looked like it was water colored.

 “Better honestly.” You said, crouching down to take some pictures of her.

 After the two of you took photos of each other and together, including Julie making faces in the background, you said goodbye and headed out.

 Following the plan, you and Zendaya were in the car behind Tom and Harrison. Tom kept snapping you, trying to get a peek at your dress, but you just responded with close ups of you face or with pictures of Zendaya. Though he was being difficult in the dress department. He kept sending texts of encouragement to calm your nerves. And it worked, up till it was your turn to get out.

 “I can’t.” You said. Eyes wide as you looked back at Zendaya. You were shaking slightly and your stomach was knotted.

 She grabbed your hand, pointing out the window to Tom who was getting his picture taken. “Just look at him. Okay. Just focus on Tom and it’ll be alright. All you have to do is stick with him. Harrison is just ahead and I’ll be right behind you, okay.”

 You took a deep breath and nodded, pushing the door opened and instantly being hit with screams from the crowd. Someone helped you out, and you took a few steps to make room for Zendaya. Once she was out the crowd was even louder with screams of her name.

 “Look.” She laughed, nodding her head to Tom, who was stood with his mouth dropped open as he looked you up and down. “Go.” She gently nudged.

 And so you walked, lights flashing and people cheering. But you were only focused on Tom (and not tripping over your heals). As you got closer, he closed his mouth, licking his lips and holding an arm up for you.

 “You look absolutely stunning.” He said when were closer. “Just, beautiful.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. If you thought the crowd was loud before, it was even louder now. All eyes were on you and Tom. The first public appearance as a couple after all the speculation of who Tom’s Soulmate was, here you were. “Hi.” He smiled when he pulled away.

 You giggled. “Hi.”

 “Are you ready?” He asked, rubbing your arm.

 “With you, I’m ready for anything.” You pecked his lips once more and intertwined your fingers.

 The first few interviews were a blur. So much was happening you weren’t sure what to do, say, or where to look. But Tom kept you close, never going more than an arms length away. When you walked up to an interviewer who had just finished talking to Harrison they stopped.

 “Would you guys mind if we waited a moment for Zendaya, I had some questions for the both of you.” Tom nodded. “Awesome. Thank you. Also, congratulations.”

 “Thank you.” Tom smiled, then looked at you. “How are you doing?” He whispered, placing a kiss on your cheek.

 “I’m alright. It’s a bit more than I expected but I’ll be alright.” You smiled at him and rubbed a hand on his back.

 “Hey!” Zendaya greeted, giving you and Tom hugs.

 The interviewer greeted her with a smile before starting on the questions. They talked about the chemistry on set, and what it was like filming with Jake. A few questions were asked about you and Tom, but they kept mostly to the movie. Once all the questions were asked, Tom and you shook the interviewers hand and went to wait for Zendaya. But the moment they touched, something changed.

 “Woah.” Zendaya said, looking up, then back at their joined hands.

 Your mouth dropped opened and you patted Tom then whispered. “I think we should give them a moment.”

 “Wha-..” He started, before watching Zendaya look at her hand. “Oh. Oh! She..” Tom dropped his voice. “She just met her Soulmate. Oh my god.” He was beaming as he followed your lead down the carpet.

 The next half hour went by fast. Somewhere along the way Zendaya caught back up, with a whispered promise to fill you in when the carpet was done. At the end, there was a big stage setup where all the cast was going to answer some questions.

 “Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Tom asked, for the third time.

 You kissed him before answering. “Yes my love. I’ll be fine. Go.” You shooed. Taking a seat in the chair that someone had brought for you.

 The questions were much the same as all the others, but they answered them with smiles. It was nice to see them all together, seeing the bond that had been formed over the past two movies.

 You were pulled from your thoughts at the mention of your name.

 “Yes. It’s true. Her name is Y/N and she’s truly amazing. Actually.” He stood up, walking over to the stairs. “Babe. Can you come up here?”

 “I..” You looked at the people standing around and the cameras. “Tom.” You bit your lip.

 “Just for a second. Please. Then you can come back.” He was giving you such a face that you couldn’t say no.

 You walked up the steps and took his outstretched hand. Following him to the center of the stage. When you looked out at the audience you couldn’t believe it. There in the very front was Julie, Mitch, your family and Tom’s all smiling and waving.

 “What are they doing here?” You asked, looking over to find Tom looking at you with so much love it made your heart hurt.

 “Y/N. I love you. Everyday with you as been the best day of my life. Ever since I saw you in that hotel room when we found each other for a second time I knew, soulmate or not, that you would be important to me. I’m so glad that the universe put us together, and when I think about the future I get unbelievably happy. There’s just one thing I need to know though.” He reached in his pocket and dropped to one knee and the audience gasped. You had tears streaming down your face and when he opened the box you almost couldn’t breath. “Y/N, will you spend the rest of your life with me as an official Holland?” The ring was beautiful, simple but shiny, exactly what you’d always pictured.

 “Yes. Yes Tom. Yes.” You gasped, nodding your head and grabbing his face for a kiss.

 Everyone was up and cheering. Lights were flashing everywhere. But all you could focus on was Tom, and the new feeling of the ring on your finger.

 “Well everyone! I think that was a good way to end this Q&A. Congratulations to Tom and Y/N!”

 Zendaya and Harrison were the first to you, hugging and congratulating you.

 “Honestly, this was kinda hard to keep secret.” Harrison said, kissing your cheek. “That’s partly why I’ve been lowkey avoiding you because I was so happy I’d spill.”

 Before you could respond your family and his joined you guys on stage.

 “Did you all know?” You asked, hugging everyone.

 “Yes” came almost in unison. Everyone was laughing and hugging.

 “Who do you think helped him pick out the ring?” Julie laughed, admiring it on your finger. “God it’s perfect.”

 Zendaya agreed, gently touching it.

 “So the spa trip?”

 “Was to get you out of the house. Also I wanted you to look as refreshed and relaxed for today.”

 “God.” You sighed, looking at everyone standing around. “I love you all.”

 “Sorry guys,” a voice timidity spoke as a person with an earpiece came over. “It’s time to go in for the movie.”

 Everyone nodded and followed.

 “Ready to go, Mrs. Holland?” Tom asked, holding a hand out.

 You intertwined your fingers. “With you, I’m ready for anything. Mr. Holland.”

A/N2: Thank you again for reading this series. It means so much to me.

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[tomioneer]

yyh rewatch number 11 WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY KIDS NOW

been a few days bc I am BUSY AF irl, and I made it through the dr ichigaki fight--just barely without tears--by watching with a friend. now we’re at episode 35 and watch straight through to 42, and I can’t help but blog about it because HELLOOOO, NINJA BABES

guess who’s here

it’s jin and TOUYA BITCHES

kurama recognizes them, I wonder if he's actually fought them before

I remember that hiei and kuwabara both get taken out of the fight, but can’t recall if genkai does as well

what I figured out when my friend asked why koenma knows genkai’s younger face is that since she was on a mostly human team in the past, she was probably one of the special guests at the tournament? and thus a member of a team koenma technically owned 

it’s upsetting that toguro didn’t seem to recognize his EX GIRLFRIEND.

jin speaks so quickly I can hardly understand him

it’s like merida in the new wreck it ralph trailer, just.. irish

ps JERRY FUCKING JEWELL again, for those keeping track

I’m gonna go ahead and mark yusuke and jin down as a ship now before I lose control

also, jin and touya

ship count: 8/400

I should really make a list of whose’ who in that count lol

oh yeah, here’s the medical exam, I remember it

her hair is gorgeous I would marry him if she asked

WOW she doesn’t even take kuwabara just genkai and hiei

a barrier master

and she’s just

oh man she took her coat off and I melted

STOP ELECTROCUTING MY KID BABE

epilepsy warning for this whole arc

koenma you’re a jerk

jin decides to fuck off because he doesn’t like fixed fights, bless him, he’s a terrible shinobi

demon makeup cool. not cool? the FUCKING RACIST image in the back during the explanation. I SAW that feathered headdress, togashi!!

kurama isn’t BOTHERING to attack because he’s observing

and hiei tells us why kurama is going to be fucked

jin is so done with this subterfuge bullshit

the audience is eating this up and touya speaks at last, my love, my darling, my short spiky blue beautiful man

I would kill to be able to put on makeup that perfectly, that easily

I know how kurama finishes this fight, but my friend can’t remember. I love it, this is so good.

“with his hair??” she asks, shocked

“only an amateur depends on arms and legs for victory”--kurama, with a whip coming out of his hair

“How is he controlling that?”

“With his spirit energy?”

isn’t there more behind why this guy is trying os hard? they’re not being blackmailed are they

oh.

there’s more, the patterns--

fuuuuck

and of COURSE his reiki is sealed, and as long as he’s standing--goddamn

wait

touya fights an immobilized kurama?

I don’t remember that!!!! son of a BITCH

“how will yusuke’s shattered team survive” asks the narrator. “This is bad” says yusuke

this is not good

I hate that kurama seemed to observe that gama’s paint was made of blood but didn’t like. pay attention to it?

friend just punned: “Touya is a cool dude”

I’m screaming she hates puns

one of the black black club just asked sakya why he is sharing “Ass space” with demons. fucking. what.

why does the committee want yusuke so dead, when they invted him? I guess that’s the whole REASON they invited him, ugh.

genkai tries to be optimistic for the first time in this series, and kiei shuts her down immediately

ohhhh the shinobi just need attention so they keep getting jobs

koto freezes to death, it’s very sad

touya somehow thinks a theif can’t keep running.. and seems to be right

“running like a baby is perfectly brave if the odds are uneven enough”--Koenma’s words of wisdom

such an inspiring leader the spirit world has

doesn’t he smudge the seal withhis own blood HEY he does

I am remembering these things seconds before it comes into play

touya’s attacks are honestly amazing

koto is a bit twisted

kurama plants something in himself, and then that’s what holds him immobile for the next guy right?? the big one yusuke kills

why doesn’t touya know who he is??? I thought, if they called him a traitor, we could ASSUME they knoew who kurama was??

why was touya blishin’?

the ICE SWORD man oh man one of my old old old old mary sues had that attack

oh yeah there it is, the arm wound, he plants it in that

“son of a frickin bitch”--yusuke urameshi

Koenma: Why do I get the feeling our most intelligent fighter is about to do something incredibly stupid?

Kurama: Let me do what I must... *does something stupid*

touya decides they’re friends now, so he wants to kill kurama painlessly

is

is touya fucking DEAD

oh good he’s alive

but also it’s not good

oh but okay kurama won

three more then

I know kurama vs. bakken is terrible

kurama also thinks they’re friends

faint heartbeat

amazing

ah, bakken

I hate him

“a fighter standing in the ring cannot be removed agains this will. as will cannot be determined...”

hatred

hiei is ready to go to war for his man

how is that motherfucker even a shinobi

yikes that last shot of the ep is absolutely awful

yusuke promises the audience that of he goes, it will be with a bang. I remember more of a whimper when sensui kills him.

who is that last guy on team masho? I remember bakken, and it’s clearly jin, but the third one, I can’t remember

BAKKEN JUST BITCH SLAPPED KOTO

yusuke is my BOY

I love him

this “kill the traitor” count is just. horrible

kuwabara is STILL out for the count

kick his ass baby boy

yusuke is my hero

why is uh. bakken sweating so much

mist made from his own uh. sweat. that’s pretty nasty

yusuke: I hate saunas.

I don’t remember this fight taking even this long???

yusuke has such great eyelashes

boy is already so like. pumped to fight jin. 

yusuke just used eighth grade science”you can get on your hands an knees and start begging.and maybe, just maybe, I’ll listen.”--yusuke urameshi

KILL HIM YUSUKE 

he’s ready to commmit murder and it’s amazing

jin didn’t even flinch

“That’s a pretty good fight”

kurama’s gorgeous and also awake

he’s making plant jokes and I hate it

I STILL DONT REMEMBER THIS RISHO BITCH

look how great these kids are. 

I DID remember about ruka’s barrier thing healing hiei

no way jin can’t fight first if he does how does yusuke fight him SECOND????

“If I win my whole team’s screwed and if I lose I have to fight again.”

jin is amazing. seriously. also, can these boys get married please?

you know I’m a multi shipper right 

well that was a fun match, sad it’s over

jin is just

such a happy guy I love it

they call them brothers but really the chu thing is much closer to that

“ass space” bbc guy now claims to pull the tournament committee by his the “ass hairs”

so quick!!

kuwabara seems insistent on the fact that he is “spiritually aware” in situations where he lacks that talent to actually observe

yusuke lands exactly one punch and jin floats up to let the impact wear off

“Hey, I needed that!” says yusuke when his spirit gun is deflected by jins wind 

jin thinks he’s very funny

he’s right

why is boan lashing out at kuwabara, when she’s supposed to be TREATING HIM

somehow Jin with his irish accent--or rather, Jerry fucking jewell  with his irish accent--isn’t triggering at all lmao. maybe because this is how I prefer him

yusuke’s hero eyes, at it again

how many reigun shots does yusuke have left?

jin’s so good at fights I love him so much

“something always comes ot me at the end” say yusuke about his battle stretegy

hiei

genkai, sarcastic: you truly havbe a way with women, hiei

JIN IS HUMMING LOVE HIM

yusuke plans to try the spirit wave, somehow forgetting his shotgun move???

shizuru once again knows exactly what’s up

bless the kuwabara family sixth sense

it’s so weird how genkai is speaking in third person

have I mentioned how much I love Jin’s eyes? 

yusuke call shimself a freak because he enjoys fighting

okay we’re back to who the fuck risho is???

if jin’s the official captain---

oh my god I just screamed when risho revealed himself and dropped my laptop holy shit

like a gut punching, throat-tearing godawful scream. 

“IT’S YOU!!!”

oh my god I don’t reember anyting about him other than earth and rocks and how much I HATE HIM

does he fight kuwabara? yukina just showed up trying to get in to see the tournament, does she heal kuwabara for this fight?

touya comes up. does risho attack him? that would explain why I hate him

yusuke defends koto, who he doesn’t like

hiei

i love

these two children are so angry

lkjlkjdasdflkjsadfkhjsdfasdf;lkjsadf

shizuru finds yukina and recognizes her from watchign that video, bless her

girls helpin’ girls

kuwabara was never technically ruled ineligible to fight, and I hate life

ginger son, don’t do it

he is so goddamn fucking helplessly sacrificial

yukina, go inside and heal your goddamn boyfriend

yukina is looking for her brother, oh SHOCK

shizuru intimadates an entire crowd of demons

her legs oh my god

just wait kuwbara, your girl with healing powers will be there soon

kuwabara is doing his best

keiko gets hit on by a bouncer and murders him

shizuru once again takes out a demon

can kuwabara shizuru marry kino makoto please???

risho is a dick

koto is clearly a sado-masochist

hiei GET OUT OF THERE

ruka is just like. a fetish indulgence of the artists. I know she’s hot but how long are they going to draw this out? 

koto: I’m goign to take the ocunt now, so everybody make sure to tell me how I’m doing it wrong, okay?

savage

START the DOUNT KOTO, he’s OUT of the ring

shizuru WRECK THEM

oh yukina has ptsd flashbacks when she runs into toguro

sakyo lets shizuru escape bless her

kuwabara prepares to sacrifice his ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE and becomes telpathic?? bless

kuwabara can’t imagine what to say to yusuke, who means so much to him, goddamnit

yukina is in the stadium, babies

YOU’VE GOT TO BELIIIIIIIIIIIIEVE IN THE POWER OF LOOOOVE

IT GIVE MEANING TO EACH MOMENT

IT’S WHAT OUR HEARTS ARE ALL MADE OF (just look inside)

oh my god

amazing

“That’s my girlfriend!”--Kuwabara Kazuma, aged fourteen

yusuke is astounded by his boy

koto isn’t counting either of them

SPIRIT SWORD

GET IN THE RING 

damn kuwabara

I can’t beleive he did it that’ s an highly unlikely triumph

hiei

“She’s... really here.”

Kuwabara bonds with yukina while keikpo and keiko FINALLY talk

KILL HIM BABY GIRL

pls get married

t;dr I would marry shizuru in a heartbeat if I didn’t know she was meant for sailor jupiter

shoutout to @batmares!!! thank you ever so much for joining me today for the Urameshi vs. Ninja arc of the dark tournament saga!

#yyh #yyh rewatch #jin #touya #genkai #hiei #kurama #kuwabara kazuma #team masho #team mashotsukai #gama #angst #dark tournament arc #dark tournament saga

[gutterdreams]

Can I request number 24 with Billy please and thank you! Btw, I love your writing in case you haven’t noticed yet 💕💕💕

124. “I only have good memories of you” for this babe

It was hard to stay in touch over two thousand miles away. Billy had no idea what any of his friends lives were like now. It had been six months since he drove away with his dad's new family. Foolishly, he assumed that everything would stand still like in a photograph and just wait until he returned to resume. Looking around at the other faces in the church, all solemn in a way he had never seen them before, he realized how far out of the loop he was.Billy anticipated his friends limbs clawing at him, old hook ups to press their bodies tightly to his, but since this was a funeral, people just waved and lifted a single corner of their mouths to welcome him back. This was not the time for keg stands and skinny dipping. Billy and his group always liked to raid their parents liquor cabinets. They got high in each other's basements and cars. It seemed harmless. The occasional bump off someone's knuckle or the back of a debit card felt as dangerous as dipping your toes into the ocean. Billy figured they were all messing around the same way. He hadn't been around to see Justin Moody become a walking coke addiction. When Billy left town, his friend was still hellbent on being drafted to the MLB one day. Everyone assumed that with his arm, he would. Next to him, a pink haired girl sobbed as if she was being paid to. Billy just clasped his hands between his knees and kept his arms to himself narrowly. Other people's emotions always made him uncomfortable, probably because he had such a hard time expressing himself. He didn't know her, but she was cuddling up to Christina Adams on her other side, so Billy figured that he would if he had stayed back in Oceanside. Christina's house was where most parties or after parties took place since she had a sauna, pool table, and incredible tequila selection thanks to her Dad who owned a chain of Mexican restaurants. Wayne slid Billy further into the pew right before the service started, the two boys squeezing each others shoulders and then exchanging sorry expressions. "Your old man here?" Wayne checked, glancing over Billy's head, but only seeing the girls there. "No. I came alone." If it hadn't been Susan telling Neil how important it was for Billy to go, Billy would have been in a world of trouble being back in California now.There wasn't a single one of Billy's friends who wasn't scared shitless of Neil Hargrove. Billy's house was always off limits when they were looking for a place to hang out even if it wasn't to party, but just to lay low and watch TV. If Neil was there, they all tried to keep their distance from the mustache man with a gridlock grip and tamale hot temper. Wayne nodded to confirm that he heard and then pulled a folded Klennex our of the inside of his blazer that he borrowed from his older brother. He reached behind Billy's head to offer it to his crying friend, but Christina took it instead and mouthed 'thank you'. The funeral had begun, but Billy couldn't concentrate. He couldn't begin to fathom that Justin was dead when he could barely accept that Wayne wasn't hitting golf balls off a roof and that Christina wasn't lathered in baby oil and drinking tequila from a Big Gulp thermos. He spent every day in Indiana waiting to return to Oceanside, but it didn't feel like home now. It felt like somewhere he didn't know or belong, like Hawkins. Billy made it to the end of the service, but he didn't know how. The picture of Justin grinning from ear to ear in his Oakland A's hat at the head of the church had his eyes stinging, but Billy was proud of himself for not crying. Wayne let a few tears stream down, but nothing like Joshua West. He was up at the front near the family, choking on his own emotions. It was to be expected, Billy supposed, from the person who found Justin dead and covered in his own vomit of bile, blood, and Lucky Charms. As soon as everyone started to leave, Billy pushed his way through the crowd. He needed fresh air and he needed a smoke. Quickly, he was on the first cement step of the church where he was met by a few other smokers, offering one of them his lighter for a second. He was letting the inhales relax him, his stressed heart beginning to find a regular beat while he kept to himself on the crowded stair.Right in front on the church was the unmistakable glistening red Mustang. Billy couldn't begin to guess how many times he had sat in the front seat, throwing his head around to Black Flag while Justin drove through the night. Billy only drove it once when Justin really wanted to win a drag race against these two douchebags from St Vincent High School. Billy saw his first pair of real life tits in that car, Lisa Womack's, even though Christina bitterly told anyone who would listen that Lisa's were not actually real. They had hot-boxed in that car, they had filled the floor with empty cans, and Hell, Billy slept in it a handful of nights when his dad had booted him out.He was drawn to the car, pulled in by a force of nature. It wasn't until he was a couple steps away from the beautiful Mustang that Billy saw that the windows were down and you, Justin's little sister, were sitting behind the wheel. You had grown up from the girl forever stuck a year behind them, drowning out their circus with her bedroom door shut and headphones on. The mirror was down and you were dabbing concealer under your hurt eyes with your fourth finger when Billy leaned in. He tossed his cigarette onto the road before folding his arms over the open window and started looking over the interior of the special car."You're pretty lucky to get this car." He assumed correctly. There was no way you were letting anyone else drive it or your parents sell it to the highest offer. "She's a babe." He admired.It wasn't until the latter comment was made that you looked Billy on completely. He couldn't avoid the obvious sadness, dry, in your eyes that were running a sleep defecit. You were supposed to be in the reception room with your family accepting sympathies, but you needed a second to yourself."I know you probably think I'm an asshole." Billy certainly did. He had abandoned his friend when he obviously needed someone around. He was all the way in Indiana while Justin was veering down a complicated path. It wasn't just that fact though. Billy had never been nothing, but a party animal when around. He wasn't at your dinner table politely thanking your mom for a delicious casserole. He was passed out on a floating lounge chair in your pool or high watching MTV in your basement. "Justin was my friend though.""I know." Nodding, you told him very plainly. "My mom was surprised you made it in, but I wasn't." His brows rose as you had peaked his interest with your kind, but misguided faith in him. "You and Justin were friends since like grade two." You couldn't be certain, but you knew Billy's curly head of hair had been bouncing around your house for a long time. The memory provoked a bright smile on his face, the first non bittersweet one of the day. "I only have good memories of you." Pushing up the mirror, you told him with a sniffle and then tightened the lid on the concealer dish on your lap. "You always made sure your friends were okay when you guys partied," which was constantly. "You kept Christina from leaving with assholes all the time, you ate my vegetables when my parents weren't looking, and you always fixed everything you broke in our house." The list trickled off your tongue effortlessly, but Billy had never realized any of the memories. He was too wrapped up in surviving at light speed to realize that he wasn't a total piece of shit."Still, I should have been there." Bowing his head to you, Billy mumbled with evident guilt."Well, I was here and it happened really fast." Threatening to cry again , you mumbled mostly to yourself. The road stretched out in front of you was a long one and with so much grief in the passenger seat, you weren't sure how enjoyable the journey would be. "Justin knew you didn't have a choice, but to leave, Billy. He wasn't mad." You tried to be assuring. It silenced Billy for a few seconds, his mind void of the right words to say. Nothing felt good enough. He didn't know what you were supposed to say in a moment like this. He was only five when his mom died. He just remembered people constantly telling him that this was the way God intended it and that she was always watching him. Billy hated those sentiments, but now he loathed how they were sitting in his mouth."Do you want to go for a drive?" Bringing his blue eyes back to you and your hands on the steering wheel, you asked. "Don't you have to go in there?" "You think Justin would be shaking hands and eating finger food if one of us died?" Billy grinned ferociously at the answer. He knew his buddy would be cruising with the windows down, listening to sports highlights or Black Flag, and recalling all his favorite things about the person they were supposed to be honoring.With curled fingers, Billy opened up the car door and slid in. This was the only car he would be okay riding shot gun in. It felt right actually. He liked that he was adding to your positive memories of him, driving around Oceanside in the prettiest car on the road; thinking good thoughts.

[ah-ga-seven]

Christian Yu: Happy Birthday Baby.

Type: Fluff, Smuttish (?) 

Warnings: Bad language, mentions of sex and alcohol.

Word count: 2355

A/N: Hi guys, it’s been a while hasn’t it? In light of Christian’s birthday I decided to write a short fun loving scenario for him. I am in fact still working on my second series but since university has started for me I barely have time to sleep, let alone write so this is a little ‘make up’ scenario for that I guess. Further information on the new series will be posted on my blog. For now please enjoy this “short” one and let me know what you think as always ;)

“He’ll notice” you say raising your eyebrow

“No he won’t, he’s so dense. We’ll just slip it passed him” Dabin says crossing his arms after parking the car.

You were parked outside of a department store, it was Dabin’s plan to come here and get some supplies to throw Christian a small birthday bash in some nice ass resort just outside of Seoul. It was a nice idea, but Dabin was in way over his head. You don’t think he gave it much thought when he invited everyone but Christian on the day of his birthday to do some shopping for the party, which was spontaneously decided to be held and planned just two hours ago.

“Scott, Michael and Cream will be here in just a second”

“You invited all of them just to go shopping?” you asked wide eyed.

“Yeah.. The more brains the better.” He smiled, happy with his plan.

“Obviously, since you don’t have one.” You roll your eyes, taking off your seatbelt to get out off the car. “If everyone is missing and he contacts one of us, which he will. What are we supposed to say? Especially me. I live with him.”

“Right. I didn’t think of that” Dabin says biting his lip.

“Did you think of what to get?” you ask blankly staring at your friend.

He simply shakes his head.

“Fucking hell Dabin.” You say raising your hand to your forehead.

He gives you an apologetic look and quickly jumps out of the car when he sees the other boys approaching.

You slowly get out of the car as well and walk towards them after loudly closing the car door.

You greeted them one by one with hugs, and put your arm on Scott’s shoulder to lean on him while you all looked at Dabin.

“So, why don’t you tell them your master plan.” You say giving Dabin a sarcastic smile

“It’s not much of a plan…yet. But that’s why everyone is here.” Dabin states a little less confident than he did just a minute ago.

“Dude why didn’t you say we were doing something a week before, so we could you know, plan this shit out.” Scott says a little annoyed.

“Fuck planning. We’re DPR we make shit happen on the spot” Dabin says with a cheesy smile.

“Wipe that corny smile off your face boy, we have shit to do if we want this done by tonight.” Cream says taking his phone out of his pocket. “It’s 1 PM, it’s a 1,5-hour drive to the resort. We need to invite people, do groceries, decorate the place, set up a sound system and make sure everyone is there before Christian arrives.”

Michael frowned. “That’s way too much.” He says scratching the back of his head.

“Okay.” You sigh closing your eyes for a second.

“Dabin, Michael. You guys do the groceries for snacks, alcohol and soda’s. Maybe even pick up a birthday cake and some candles, be wild with it.”

You turn to Scott and Michael who were standing on your left.  

“Scott, Michael; go on a hunt for decoration like balloons and stuff, but I don’t think I have to tell you how to make a room aesthetically pleasing, I know you have that covered. After you get the decorations be sure to pick up the speakers and sound system from the studio before you leave for the resort. Also don’t forget to pack some clothes and other necessities since we will stay there over night.”

The boys just nod at your demands, taking in every word you said just now.

“I will invite the rest of his friends and call the resort to see if they can provide us with the remote penthouse since we will probably be causing noise disturbance and we don’t want to bother other guests there. Also if any of the guests want to stay over after the party, I’ll tell them they have to provide their own stay.” You say determined.

“I suddenly understand why Christian fell for you.” Scott jokes, which earned soft chuckles from the rest of the guys.

You roll your eyes at his comment, giving him a slight smile.

“But wait, how do we get Christian to the resort without him noticing we are up to something?” Cream asks looking at you.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll just say that I booked a spontaneous romantic getaway for the both of us, I don’t think he will suspect much if I put it that way” you say shrugging.

“Yeah, but won’t he be disappointed that we don’t contact him to come and hang out or something.” Dabin says considering his friends’ feelings.

Michael shrugged. “I think the party itself will make up for that.”

“Okay, so everything is set then?” You ask looking at all of them one by one.

“One last thing” Scott says. “Make sure he wears a shirt and actual pants instead of those jogger shorts he always has on.”

You chuckle. “Got it.”

“Babe, you’re so random” Christian says as he rubs his eyes, looking at you pack his and your own stuff.

“Yeah well, we rarely do these kinds of things so what better way to spend your birthday than in a luxury resort with just the two of us” you say walking towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiled at you, stealing a quick kiss. “It’s still so unlike you” he says letting go of you. “You’d tell me like two months in advance.” He chuckles sitting down on the bed.

You turn around to grab a shirt from your closet, biting your lip. God you wished he’d just go with the flow without asking difficult questions. But you understand. It’s unlike you. That’s for sure.

“Have you heard from Dabin today? He wished me a happy birthday but didn’t call me back” Christian asked frowning looking at his phone.

“No babe, I don’t know” you lie. At that your phone rang. You took it out of your pocket to answer.

It’s Dabin. Nice timing, as always.

You look back at Christian who was still sitting on the bed, focused on his phone, scrolling through his Instagram comments.

You answer biting your lip.

“y/n we’re going to need another hour or so.” He immediately says.

“Ohhh-h-hi mom” you say cheerfully.

Christian looked up from his phone to look at you.

“What?” Dabin asked, obviously not getting the hint.

“Yes mom, I’m fine.” You say smiling. “Yes Christian is fine too, I’ll tell him you wished him a happy birthday.”

Christian smiled putting his hand out. “Let me talk to her” he says.

“Ehh, yeah one hour is fine.” You quickly say. “Yes! Bye mom. Love you too.”

You hang up the phone, quickly putting it in your pocket again, earning a confused frown from Christian as you did so.

“She said she’d call back in an hour.” You say laughing nervously.

“You’re acting all kinds of weird today, you know that?” Christian chuckled looking back at his phone again.

You walk towards him, sitting down on his lap sideways, wrapping your arms around his neck again and kiss him passionately. In between kisses you take his phone from his hand and put it next to you on the bed. You take his hands and put them on your ass; where you like it, as you straddle him.

“I am?” you softly say while seductively starring into his eyes.

He smiled biting his lip, looking you up and down while firmly squeezing your ass as he falls back on the bed with you on top of him, hungrily kissing you back.

“How much time do we have before we leave?” he asks a little out of breath, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear so he could see your face better.

“One hour” you say smiling.

“That should be more than enough” he playfully says as he roughly flips you over so he’d be the one on top now, earning a surprised squeal from you in the process.

You took off his shirt in one swift move as he started to kiss your neck, helping you out of your shirt as well. “I love you baby” he mumbles against your skin while leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck.

You moan at the sensation, wrapping your arms around him to bring him closer so you could kiss his lips. “I love you too Christian.”                                                    

“3 minutes” you text Dabin as you got out of the car.

Christian grabbed your travel bag from the trunk which had both of your belongings in it.

You watched him do so, and you had to admit. You were really excited to see his reaction. He didn’t think his friends would make a big deal out of his birthday, but god is he in for a surprise.

You linked arms with him as you walked inside the building. It was absolutely gorgeous inside and out. The pool looked amazing and the overall aesthetic was so pleasing to the eye.

Christian eyed the pool outside. “Imma have to dive in there” he said giving you a boyish smile. He was already excited, and happy to spend time with you in a place like this.

Just looking around he had his whole night with you planned already. Get in the sauna, jump in the pool, go for round 2 of birthday sex in your room and order too much room service after you take a hot shower together.

He swung the bag over his shoulder and let go of your arm so he could hold your hand, intertwining your fingers as you made your way up to your suite.

While waiting for the elevator to arrive at your floor he sighed, completely content and happy to be here with you in this moment. He absently kissed the top of your head, sweetly putting a strand of your hair behind your ear afterwards.

You looked up at him, giving him a sweet smile.

He looked at the number of the floor you pressed and frowned. “We have the penthouse? Babe that’s ridiculous” he says as his jaw lightly dropped.

“Just shut up until you see it” you chuckle.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened. You took his hand and dragged him with you. You searched for the keycard in your purse and opened the door. You walked into the dark open space with Christian right behind you.

“Why is it so dark in here?” he asked turning on the light switch.

“SURPRISEEE!!!!!!” Everyone yelled in unison.

Confetti canons popped and the music immediately started playing. The suite looked amazing. They put up cut outs of Christian’s and Lori’s faces on the walls. You laughed at the pictures and diverted your attention back to your boyfriend again.

You smiled widely as a startled Christian took a step back, taking everything in. A huge grin crept onto his face as he sees his friends approaching to congratulate him.

Dabin tightly hugged Christian first, while Scott and Michael shook him and patted his back. Cream, Jun and some others approached him afterwards for a hug as well.

“How did we do!?” Dabin yelled over the loud music.

“Dude everything makes so much sense now!” Christian replied still smiling and laughing away with them.

So many people turned up to celebrate Christian, even if it was last minute. Almost anyone and everyone he held dear to his heart linked up to have a good time with him.

After the majority of the people had greeted and congratulated him, Christian’s eyes started to look for you. He hadn’t even thanked you yet. He was so overjoyed and distracted by the fact that all of his friends were here, that he had lost track of where you were.

“Excuse me for a second mate” he said to Dabin, putting his drink down.

He made his way through the penthouse to see you in a deep conversation with one of your mutual female friends. She smiled at him and poked your shoulder, pointing her finger so you’d catch attention of Christian who was right behind you.

You turned around and smiled brightly at the sight of him. “How do you like your party?” you ask looking up into his eyes.

He chuckled, holding on to your waist. “You’re so sneaky, and a terrible liar now that I think of it. Distracting me with sex huh?” he says pointing his finger, pretending to be mad about it.

You hide your face in his chest. “I’m sorry” you cutely say.

He smiles grabbing each side of your face with his hands and places a soft kiss on your forehead. “It’s okay babe, this is amazing, although I did hope for a round two once we got here.” He says seductively biting his lip while looking into your eyes.

“The night is still young” you whisper in his ear. “Besides, we have the whole day tomorrow as well.”

He loudly groaned, pleased to hear you’d have some alone time together after all.

“You’re such a dream” he says pulling you closer and trapping you in for one of his bear hugs.

At that the lights went out and Dabin walked in with a birthday cake. He slowly approached trying not too drop it while “Birthday Sex” by Jeremih starts to play as a theme song. All eyes and phones were diverted to you, Christian and Dabin, either snapchatting or just recording the whole thing.

Everyone burst into laughter as Dabin started to do some ridiculous “sexy” dance moves with the cake in his hands while he walked up to the both of you.

Dabin finally made his way to him and stood in front of Christian, holding the cake up for him. “Make a wish bro!” he yelled over the loud music.

Christian smiled, closing his eyes for a second before he blew out the candles, which was followed by applause and cheers from everyone in the room.

He smiled and so did you. Simply being happy and content because he was. You quickly peck his lips. “Happy Birthday baby”

A/N: Read my Christian Yu series here (completed)

#christian yu scenarios #christian yu smut #christian yu #khh imagines #barom yu #dpr ian #dpr #khh scenarios #khh smut #dream perfect regime #yu barom #dpr live scenarios #hong dabin scenarios

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You Could Tell Me Secrets That I’ll Probably Repeat

This definitely isn’t as innocent as my virgin! Tyler fics, but Josh is still a virgin nonetheless. Title taken from the Panic! song Bittersweet.

Pairings: Virgin! Josh x Reader

Warnings/tags: Daddy/kitten kink, light choking

“Hey, you okay? Jenna asks, adjusting her white towel as she takes a seat next to you in the sauna. “You’ve just been really quiet, and I know this whole girls day is supposed to be about relaxing and what not, but you just seem like you’re a million miles away. And not on a beautiful, desert island somewhere either; more like lost in a sea of your own thoughts.”

"Jenna, do you think Josh is cheating on me?” you blurt out, staring down at your newly pedicured toes.

“Are you crazy?” she retorts. “What would make you think that? That boy is crazy, head over heels in love with you. Like, I might even say obsessed.”

"I don’t know, it’s just that… don’t repeat this to anyone, but Josh and I still haven’t had sex and we’ve been together for over a year now. I just thought if he wasn’t getting it from me, maybe it was because he was getting it from someone else. Don’t get me wrong, we fool around and stuff, but every time we get even remotely close to having sex, he puts a stop to it somehow; suddenly he’s hungry, or he needs to go to the bathroom, or he doesn’t feel well. I just don’t know what else it could be.”

“He’s probably just nervous because he’s a virgin,” Jenna states matter-of-factly.

“Umm excuse me, what?” you ask, completely flabbergasted.

“Umm, okayyyy, judging by your reaction and the look on your face right now I’m gonna go ahead and assume you didn’t know that, so let’s forget that I just said that ok?” Jenna scrambles, wishing she could retract her previous statement.

“Oh God, I feel like a horrible girlfriend. Like, I should have known, been able to pick up on it or something. When we first got together, anytime I tried something he would tell me that we’re going too fast and he wanted to take things slow, which I completely respected. We did just get into a new relationship at the time, and maybe he wasn’t ready to move as quickly as I was, I thought, but now, in retrospect, it all makes sense,” you say, embarrassed by how oblivious you’ve been, your blushing cheeks disguised by how flushed they already are from the sauna’s heat.

“He’s so private. Like, I don’t even know what he would be into sexually. We’ve just done basic stuff and I’ve had to figure out on my own what he likes. I wish he would just communicate about this stuff with me.”

"Yeah, you two definitely need to talk about that,” Jenna says, stifling a laugh.

“What? What is it? What else you do know?” You practically beg her to tell you whatever it is you can sense she’s hiding.

“Ok, how do I put this? You know the tie-dyed tank he has…” she starts.

“Yeah, the one that says DAD on… OH. MY. GOD. Shut Up!” you exclaim, realizing what she’s trying to tell you. “I mean I could definitely get on board with that!” you smirk. “But how is it you know my boyfriend is a virgin and has a daddy kink and I don’t?” you question with a laugh.

“Because I’m married to his blabbermouth best friend,” she chuckles. "If you tell Tyler not to repeat something to anyone , just know that I don’t count, but otherwise he takes it to his grave,” she says with a laugh, crossing her heart with her hand.

“What about Tyler? Does he have a daddy kink too?” you tease. Without a word Jenna brings her fingers to her lips and slides them across in a zipping motion, her lips curling into a smile at the edges. “Oh, now you keep secrets,” you joke, playfully shoving her.

You and Jenna enjoy the rest of your girls day at the spa now that you can relax and not worry about the state of Josh’s fidelity, even if you are nervous about how to bring up the topic of his virginity when you return home.

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“Hey baby, you have a fun girls day with Jenna at the spa?” Josh asks when you return.

“I did, thanks babe.” You smile at him warmly, but notice his expression start to change to something of concern.

“Umm, can I… can I talk to you about something?” he starts as he takes a seat on the couch, but before you even get a chance to answer he’s rambling.

“How could you think I was cheating on you? Do you have any idea how much I love you? You’re mine, all mine, no one else’s and I’m only yours, do you understand me?” Josh speaks on the verge of tears.

“I’m guessing you talked to Jenna?” you say sitting down next to him, your stomach swirling with guilt over his reaction. “I’m so sorry baby. It wasn’t like that, really. I didn’t know what to think. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I talked to Tyler, actually, but I don’t know, I was nervous I guess,” he answers, starting to calm down a bit.

“Our friends really suck at keeping secrets by the way,” you say, letting out a small chuckle. “So, do you, like, wanna wait until marriage or…”

“Not necessarily marriage. I was just waiting until I was really truly in love…”

“Oh,” you cut him off, sadly.

“I’m not done… listen, I love you so much. I’m in love with you,” he rambles with watery eyes, cupping your face between his hands. “I waited so long to find the right person I was willing to share myself with like that, and then I found you and I was afraid to fuck it up. I know you’re experienced and I don’t care, really, I don’t, but you have something to compare it to and what if I don’t live up to it? What if you’ve had better? What if I suck at it and you leave me?” he continues his ramblings with a rapid fire of rhetorical questions, a small tear escaping from one eye.

“Baby, you’re not gonna suck at it. You’re so good at everything else. You always get me off,” you smile, wiping the rogue tear away with your thumb and resting a comforting hand just above his knee. “And if, for whatever reason, the sex isn’t the greatest, we’ll work on it together and I’ll teach you what I like. I would never leave you just because the sex isn’t perfect. But I need you to promise me something. You have to be willing and open with me and tell me what you like too, okay?”

Josh nods his head, eyes fixated on the floor.

“I mean it, anything at all. I won’t judge you,” you encourage, lowering your head to his line of vision and hoping he’ll admit his secret kink to you. He looks up, locks eyes with you and swallows hard, but remains silent. You realize with the current state of his nerves, he’s gonna need a little more coaxing. “Anything else you wanna tell me… Daddy?” you tease, sliding your hand up from his knee and running it along his inseam.

“Oh f-uck, how did you know about that? He moans slightly as he speaks, rolling his hips up into your palm.

"I told you, our friends suck at keeping secrets,” you snicker as you palm him through his black, ripped, skinny jeans. “You uhhh… wanna take this upstairs?” you say suggestively, feeling him hardening though his jeans.

“Fuck yes, I’m so ready,” he huffs excitedly, crashing his lips to yours and pulling you into his lap. With a firm grip on your ass he stands, making his way to the stairs as you wrap your legs around his waist. Your mouths are still locked in a passionate kiss as he ascends the stairs with you in his arms, only breaking for a brief moment as you pull your shirt up over your head and discard it along the way. In an instant your lips are on each other again, tongues circling the other’s wildly as you reach behind you, unclasping and ridding yourself of your bra. Josh nudges open the ajar bedroom door with his foot and tosses you on the bed, climbing on top.

“You want me to ride you?” you ask, out of breath already.

“Oh no, I’m in charge,” he says sternly with lust-filled eyes as he grasps the waistband of your pants.

“Whatever you want, Daddy,” you smirk, lifting your hips off the bed to assist him in there removal.

“Mmmm, fuck, never stop calling me that, Kitten,” he groans, raking his bottom lip through his teeth as he completely removes your pants and panties in one motion.

“Hmmm Kitten? I like that,” you purr, reaching for Josh’s shirt and tugging it off between kisses. He moves his mouth down your body, pausing at your breasts to flick his tongue over each nipple as he cups them in his hands. His lips ghost over your stomach in soft kisses as he makes his way lower.

His fingers prod at your entrance as his mouth finds your clit, assaulting it with a series of rapid kitten licks. He pushes his thick digits inside of you, making you arch off the bed as he curls his fingers in rapid succession.

“Daddy, please…” you whine, tugging at his bright hair. “Just fuck me. I’ve waited long enough,” you writhe impatiently.

“Whatever Kitten wants, Kitten gets,” he smirks, sitting up on his knees, quickly undoing his belt and pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs, removing them. He settles between your thighs, lining himself up at your entrance with a shaky hand.

“Hey, you’re doing great. You’re gonna be amazing,” you encourage, looking him in the eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses you softly as he eases into you, moaning lowly against your lips. “Oh f-fuck, this feels better than I imagined… so tight… so wet,” he pants as he slowly thrusts his hips. You let him get used to the new feeling with each slow roll of his hips, enjoying his half-lidded, lust-filled expressions from above you before guiding him along.

“Faster, Daddy!” you beg in a moan. He hums in response, instantly quickening his pace. You attempt to wrap your legs around him, but he pushes your legs together and rolls you onto your side. Laying behind you with his hand gripping your waist, he pistons his hips against your flesh as he nuzzles and sucks your neck. You elevate your top leg, hooking it over his hip and allowing him deeper penetration. “Fuck, Daddy, right there!” you cry out in pleasure as he hits your spot. He sets a perfect rhythm, hitting it with each roll of his hips. He runs an unsure hand from your waist, up over your breast to the base of your throat grasping it lightly.

“I- is this okay?” he asks shyly.

“Yes, Daddy, it’s more than ok!” you exclaim, bringing your hand over his, tightening his grip slightly. Josh’s thrusts get sloppy and offbeat, and you can tell he must be close. Determined to make you cum, he lowers his hand from your throat to your clit, vigorously rubbing it with the pads of his fingers as he gives you all he’s got with his thrusts. Biting his lip, he holds himself back until you say the magic words.

“Daddy, I’m cumming!”

Almost instantly you feel him fill you up, his cock pulsing inside you as it empties, loud moans escaping his lips. After the last twitch of his length, he pulls out and you roll to face him.

“See, I told you that you wouldn’t suck,” you smile as you catch your breath. “So, care to explain how my little virgin has such a kinky side?” you tease, causing him to blush slightly.

“Ask your freak of a friend Jenna. I constantly have to listen to Tyler’s stories of all the crazy shit she’s into.”

#josh dun #josh dun smut #josh dun x reader #twenty one pilots #twenty one pilots smuts #twenty one pilots fan fiction #virgin! josh

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Stay Beautiful - Chapter 2

A/N: Here’s the second chapter to this piece of work you guys have blown me away with the response to! (hope that sentence made sense but I haven’t slept and it’s 5 am.) I hope the tags are working this time, and I want your guys’ opinion on me setting up a ko-fi link? Also I promise Gen will be nice again soon! Anyway, enjoy this chapter! :D

Trigger Warnings: Kidnap, missing child, fake adoption (if that’s one)

Word Count: 2542

Tag list:  @winchesters-favorite-girl @winchester-writes @storyofawinchester @rosie-winchester @bea789  @inkedinpastel @alicat-life @wayward-marvel-sommer1196 @straightasdeanwinchester (room for anyone who wants in!)

“Wait, so you’re finally coming around to the idea?”

Morgan and I placed our lunch on the table in front of us and sat down.

I shrugged, poking at my salad. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not one of those diet freaks who’s obsessed with how skinny they are. I just notice how stick-thin my mum is and how pudgy I am in comparison.

“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s just – you didn’t hear their argument yesterday. Let’s say they were involved, did they give me a bad upbringing? I mean, yeah, I’ve never felt that parental connection you’re supposed to get. But that doesn’t mean they treated me badly.” I tried reasoning with her.

“Babe, no offense, but you’re not thinking straight. If they were involved, then they did something completely wrong. No matter what their reasoning is, you don’t know what they’re capable of if they can take a child away from their parents.” She said.

I guess she’s right, but it doesn’t make it feel any less weird that I’m conspiring against my parents.

“So what do I do?”

“I’m pretty sure you mean we. And I don’t know yet. We could always go on that holiday to America we’ve been planning since we were kids.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Morgan, you make everything sound so simple, but first off, that trip was to New York which I’m pretty sure is a while away from Texas, and second, we have no money for that kind of trip. Where are we gonna get over £1000 from?” I asked.

“Well it’s either that or you call the hotline. Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Well, your parents said it was okay if one of them escorted us. Now I think we know why, but that’s beside the point. We can ask one of them to take us?” She suggested, making me raise my eyebrows at her.

“Yeah, right. I’ll just ask my parents that we had a sudden change of mind and we want to go to the state where I was kidnapped, shall I?” I said with urgent but hushed tones.

“For crying out loud, just hear me out;” She began. So I did.

The plan was for us to ask my dad to take us – he’s far more lenient. We’d travel to New York together, and there, Morgan and I would get on a much cheaper flight to Texas. We’d tell dad that we’re gonna get some things from duty free and run to the plane that leaves half an hour after we get to New York. It’ll be tight but I think we can do it.

A few days later I decided to bring up the topic of a holiday in a few weeks’ time.

“No. Absolutely not.” Mum said straight away.

“But it’s not like we’d go alone, we’d ask dad to take us while you take Jack to that theme park he’s been banging on about.” I begged.

“Oh, come on Judy. I can take a week off work.” Dad said, clearly happy for this to go along.

“Dave, can I talk to you in the kitchen?” Mum demanded.

“Not fair.” Jack commented.

“What’s wrong, toad face?” I asked with a snarky smile on my face.

“You get to go to America! They have the best theme parks!” He said, slamming the remote control on the seat next to him.

I felt a pang of guilt at that. Okay, I hate Jack. He’s the worst brother. He once locked me in the garden for hours. But I was double-crossing him just as much as my parents. Still, I didn’t feel too bad for him after he gave me evil looks, which I know doesn’t sound like the worst thing he could do, but any time he gives me an evil glare he’s up to something annoying and bratty.

“Okay,” mum began as her and dad came out of the kitchen. “As long as you and Morgan help pay us back for the plane tickets once you come back, I suppose your father can take you.

“Yes! Thank you! I’m gonna tell Morgan.” I exclaimed. I hopped out of my seat and ran upstairs to my charging phone.

Get your suitcase packed. We’re going to Texas. – Kendra

My stomach was already in my throat when the stewardess announced that we were beginning our descent into Newark Airport.

The last few days had been – well – hectic to say the very least. I was trying to find Jared’s address online which took seven long, frustrating, tiring hours with Morgan being pessimistic and muttering under her breath that it wouldn’t work the whole time, then we had a nasty panic when Morgan said she couldn’t find her passport. But once we were on the plane all I had to do was think.

And my thoughts led to one inexorable conclusion: I was totally and perfectly insane.

I was planning to venture my way through an unfamiliar airport to buy a ticket to another unfamiliar airport and then take a bus to a house which may or may not belong to my birth father who may or may not even know I exist. I mean, sure – if I am Chloe, who’s to say Jared was even aware he had a child? And to be honest, I wasn’t even sure about anything to do with my mum. I was mad.

I looked at the seat next to me where Morgan was sitting. She was looking out the window and must’ve sensed me watching her because she looked back at me and smiled. There’s no way I’d ever admit this to her, but if she weren’t with me I probably would never have gone through with it.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I’m some timid little dreamer who needed someone with her at all times to look after her. I’ve been around London on my own loads of times, and I’ve been on aeroplanes before. It’s just that I needed someone to share this with. A friend. My best friend.

It took ages for us to be allowed off the plane, and then we had to go through customs and everything. This was the guiltiest I’ve ever felt. My dad’s like the most innocent man in the world. He once saved a bird from certain death by a cat. He took it to the vets and they just kept it in for a few days then it was free to go.

Now I’m abandoning him.

“Dad, me and Morgan are desperate for a drink. Can we have some money for duty free please?” I asked. He rolled his eyes with a slight smile. He knew how excited we were for today. Only he didn’t know why.

“Here you are. Don’t spend it all. The rest of it is for emergency use only.” He said.

For me this is an emergency.

Going through this huge airport was confusing. Okay, it wasn’t any more big and confusing than the ones back home, but it was still massive. We bought tickets to Austin-Bergstrom Airport and headed to the plane.

We should’ve been back with dad by now. I felt another stab of guilt at that thought. But if he told me, I wouldn’t be doing this. Morgan and I turned our phones on to aeroplane mode and just sat. We’re five hours behind London, and it was only 11 am here. Once we land in Texas I’d text dad that I’d be okay – although I’m sure he’d have told mum by now and she’d be ringing me constantly. She’s the biggest worry bags ever.

“You okay?” Morgan asked once we landed. I shook my head.

“Of course I’m not okay.” I answered in a very upbeat tone to let her know I wasn’t angry. Once we left the plane the first sign that perhaps I hadn’t planned this as well as I’d thought hit me like the thin air does at a sauna. It was absolutely boiling, and I brought no sun cream, no sunglasses and no shorts. I hadn’t been waxed in ages so I’d blame it on that. Still, I didn’t need to wear all black.

“Look, over there.” Morgan pointed to a row of bus shelters. We looked at the different ones that led close to his address. We sat at the back of the red and grey bus and I looked outside the window.

Finally we drove out of the airport and onto wide, empty roads marked with green signs. Beyond the roads were lakes that stretched out for miles. And the cars were so big. Longer than the ones we have back home. But the space was what got me most. The roads were so wide, and the land around them went on forever. Even the sky seemed bigger. I smiled at Morgan and I felt strangely calm considering what was ahead of us.

Mum! I totally forgot. I turned my phone back to its normal setting, and sure enough I had 20 missed calls and about 50 texts. I decided to just send her one back.

We’re okay. See you later. – Kendra

I knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with it, but it was the best I could do. I switched my phone off again and just focused on the journey ahead. Once we got to our stop I asked the bus driver about the address.

“What about it?” He asked, clearly noting we were tourists. Or at least that’s what we let him believe. He was a jolly bald man who reminded me of the way dad looked.

“Do you know where it is?” Morgan chimed in.

“Sure. Just down that road and to the left. Keep walking ‘til you see it. Big houses there. You going to a party?” He asked. I just gulped.

“Something like that.” Morgan answered for me.

We walked on what felt like miles of pavement. Past loads of low, detached houses. My stomach was twisting in knots. My whole life depended on the next few minutes, and I was terrified. Then we stopped to a halt as we noticed the house.

It was more of a mansion really. Not surprising considering his success. It was huge and beautiful. It had cobble stones leading up to his front door. This was all too intimidating. I might not be her. I probably wasn’t in all honestly. It was so far-fetched. I mean, what was I gonna say anyway? That I was his possible daughter after seeing a picture of a baby on a website? He’d call the police.

“Nuh-uh. No way. I know that face.” Morgan said.

“What? What face?” I asked.

“The face you make when you’re about to back out. You can’t back out now. So either you do it now or I drag you through those gates and ring on the doorbell myself.” She said so casually it was almost laughable. Still, my jelly-like legs followed through with her instructions. I wobbled along the paved stone and made my way to the front door. I was about to ring on the bell when the door opened anyway. It was Genevieve, Jared’s wife. Not mum.

“Oh. Sorry. I was just going to put the trash out. How can I help you?” She asked. I searched her face, desperate for any sign that she knew.

“I… I…,” Now I was here, I noticed yet again that I had no clue what I was going to say.

Genevieve’s eyes narrowed.

“What do you want?” She asked, getting kind of freaked out. For a moment I thought I was going to be sick.

“I’m looking for Jared. Chloe’s father.” I said.

Genevieve frowned.

“It’s Chloe I’ve come about,” I said, noticing that perhaps she had no clue who I was talking about. “She’s a baby who went missing. A long... a long time ago.” I stuttered.

The surprise in Genevieve’s eyes morphed into contempt.

“Who put you up to this?”

I blinked, bewildered.

“Was it next door?” She demanded.

“Who is it, Gen?” A man’s voice called from the house.

“You should leave. Now.” Genevieve hissed. “What you’re doing is sick. It’s so unbelievably sick I can’t believe it.” She said. Behind her Jared came into view.

He was a middle-aged man with long, flicky hair.

“Whoa. What’s going on?” He asked.

“This girl’s here on some disgusting dare.” She decided to say.

“No.” I said.

It took a few seconds of unbelievable tension hanging in the air before I decided to speak up again.

“I think… I think I might be Chloe.” I said. Jared’s eyes widened and he swallowed a great big gulp of air and Genevieve just glared at me. I don’t blame her. If someone claimed to be your stepdaughter it’s impossible to take it without a grain of salt at the very least.

“Chl- My Chloe?” He asked, tears filled in his eyes.

“No. No! Jared can’t you see this is another prank or something?” Genevieve begged for Jared to listen.

“Come inside.” Jared offered. I ignored Genevieve and walked in with Jared. The whole house was huge and I sat down with Jared on a massive sofa in the foyer.

“This is ridiculous. I’m getting the boys.” Genevieve said, storming off to someplace else.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He said, looking at me, with deep, genuine love and concern.

This can’t be right. Surely if he were my dad I’d feel some sort of connection with him.

Something that tells me he’s my father.

But I don’t.

He’s just a man.

I explained everything. How that stupid essay bought me to here. How I found that missing poster. As I was explaining how I felt guilty by running away from my parents, two men and one woman walked in. The taller man bent down to me and he looked angry. Pissed.

“Who the hell are you?” He asked.

“Jensen!” Jared warned.

“No. I want to know. Now. Because I don’t believe it.” He said.

“It’s Chloe, guys. I… I really think it is.” Jared said.

At his words, pandemonium broke out. Everyone in the room began talking at once. Jared shouting at Jensen, completely ignoring me.

“It’s not her, dude. She’s not just gonna walk in here-“ Jensen started

“It is. She has.” Jared said getting teary. “Don’t you see? She-“

“Stop it!” Genevieve’s voice broke out in a terrible screech. “Stop it. Stop it. I can’t take you doing this anymore.”

I glanced around the room. The man and the woman who didn’t speak to me yet were just talking loudly by the door, and some kids started wandering in at the sound of it.

I wanted to leave, but I felt rooted at the spot.

“Guys, please…” I started. But no one heard me.

“You’re being ridiculous!” Genevieve shouted.

“If you’d just listen…”

“I’m calling 911!” Jensen shouted.

“Enough!” Morgan’s voice bellowed from the door. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at her.

I’m always grateful for Morgan. She always knows how to make herself the star of attention when I didn’t want to be. Or at least that’s what I thought.

“Let’s just let Kendra explain what’s going on.” She said.

#mine #spnrelatedurl #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #spn #spn fanfiction #supernatural rpf #supernatural fanfic #stay beautiful #jared padalecki #Genevieve Padalecki #ofc

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hOI!!! May you please do "I'LL PROTECT YOU! I'M BATMAN!" with UF Sans from the meme prompt? Thanks!!😘

— Post Scriptum: This prompt is so old but I had no time and inspiration for thinking about fanfictions before, so I am doing it now. Even now, the reader has a name that is neutral, since I prefer like this, their name is Alex, simple. It’s totally random-!I hope someone can enjoy it since I am not truly sure if it’s good enough eue’’

Prompt: “I’ll protect you! I am Batman!” ( From this list )Pairing: Fell! Sans x Neutral! ReaderRating: Green (General contents)

A Drunky Mess ~

It should have been a calm and relaxing afternoon and Alex should have spent this day in peace. Sadly, a certain skeleton has decided to get drunk just today. Actually, Sans had promised to Alex that this was the last bottle he touched but it was not true. There were so many bottles he had not only touched, it was like he was doing love with them since he was hitting to the bottle like Gollum was attached to his precious, so it was not a beautiful picture since it appeared very creepy and Sans was still a skeleton. The sense of macabre was part of his nature. Alex did not know the reason why he was drinking since when they came back home, he was already in those miserable conditions and Alex was looking at him with pity.Actually, those last days Alex was very busy with their job so they stayed by themselves most of the time and Sans could not tolerate to be ignored like this so he felt a little offended like he was the child who felt less loved by his mother. He was losing time and he hated working so much, it was a waste of energy and time for him. Sans said he did not want to be part of this capitalist society to justify his laziness. He felt just like the protagonist of the famous movie Fight Club, the man without a name who lived his life without any purpose and his main passion was reading Ikea’s magazines searching for the perfect furnishings that would have given to him the peace of mind. It was impossible anyway, and even this drunk Sans was telling free nonsense without a purpose. At least, he did not start to frequent clubs of terminally ill patients who got testicular cancer, and it would have been so problematic. Maybe Sans would have been a member of the A.A. if he kept on drinking like this. Alex tried so hard to dissuade him asking for an explication about his obscene behaviour, then Sans looked at them with a sad expression confessing the truth. Alex was avoiding him because they did not want to stay with him anymore for some mysterious reasons. The eyes of Alex became wetter and they felt a warm feeling in their heart since he seemed so serious in his drunkenness and everybody knew drunk people never lied. They hugged him instantly, patting their skull since this was a scene too adorable to be denied. «I was just busy with my job, you know? It’s the thing people do for living and pay their bills and all that capitalist stuff…», Alex said ironically, laughing a little, «That thing you should do but you are a lazy ass…», they tried to be playful even if this phrase was a hidden critique. It seemed, this explication did not help Sans to stay better because he felt tired and lost anyway, «Ouch—Ya’re gonna to become a maniac worker like my bro, fuu–», he said with confusion in his voice and then he started to sob searching for the bottle that was his only friend and his only hope in this moment. Alex was losing their patience since he acted like a little child and maybe they had to behave like Papyrus to have some consideration from this impertinent skeleton. «So, do you want I ask to Papyrus to kick your ass or you decide to be less lazy and act like a mature person, hum? ». It seemed “Papyrus” was like the magical word because Sans’ sockets became black and he started to panic, sweating like he already went out of a sauna but the sense of looseness was not the same.  Sans could not even speak and he felt pain in his ass yet so maybe it was the time he could stop with this awful show. Alex felt a little sad because it seemed Sans listened only to his brother ignoring them like they were not truly important. So many times, they have told to him to stop with those bad habits but he has never considered their opinion like it was not worthy. Only now, Alex realized it, and this consideration filled their heart with rage and gloom. Their expression became darker, and with a low tone of voice they said, «Ah, I am not going to call your brother, I don’t want to disturb him.» Sans seemed more relieved after this conclusion. Before he could answer, Alex continued their discourse, «Since you are unable to be serious and you don’t give a shit about me and my worries, I think I will go. Cheers to you-!». Then, Alex took their things moving towards the door because maybe Sans was not the only one who needed to drink.

Even if he was drunk, he could understand Alex was mad at him and they had all the reasons to consider him like a total insensitive bastard. Before they could leave, he started screaming that he did not mean it and he cared a lot about them. Sans was just a freak, so Alex was free to leave him since they had kept persevering to him even if he did not deserve anything. Then, his voice became harsher and the act of speaking seemed so difficult to Sans since his words turned into sighs and he exploded in tears like a little baby. Since he was still drunk, Alex doubted he could remember this conversation since it seemed he was suffering so much and maybe the alcohol was not helping him to dissimulate this stress. Exhaling a deep breath, Alex turned around saying they were sorry but they felt truly sad for his childish behaviour, «Ah, ok… We both crossed the line, and maybe you should stop to drink and I should stop to overwork myself… Ok?». Alex got closer to Sans showing a little smile, maybe it was all useless since he was going to forget everything when he became sober, but Alex wanted to try anyway. Sans looked at them like a frustrated dog, «Uhm… You are not going to leave me…?», that was not suppose to be a question because he wanted them to say the same phrase, but he was still unsure. Then, Alex embraced him kissing his bone cheek and his crying get intensified since his emotions were so much and he could not understand his mind anymore. «I am not going to leave you but stop to cry, you are such a crybaby. Where is the badass skeleton I know?», Sans sniffed in a way that was not that badass and Alex laughed. He grunted full of embarrassment because he had to be strong and cool for them, without acting like a spoiled baby. Sans, trying to act chillier than ever, stood up on his feet staggering like a monkey, then he took the bottle and Alex started to worry he was still too drunk. He raised the bottle up, screaming between his sobs, «Yeah, you’re right. I decide, I stop with this shit–», he looked the bottle with the most hostile glare he could ever do even if it appeared funny because he did not appear scary, at all. Then, he continued saying, «You know, you said I don’t have a job, but I actually have and it’s very cool.» he was raving again and Alex looked at him with curiosity, asking, «Oh, really? And which one?» they raised an eyebrow, dubious. «I’m a fucking hero babe, and if I’m drunk I can’t protect you… Yeah!», it seemed he had a revelation, « I’LL PROTECT YOU! I’M BATMAN!». Alex face palmed themselves but it was better if they would have seen the next scene because Sans’ drunkenness was still exponential. He hit his skull with the same bottle, like it was a normal thing, then he started laughing like a mad man saying he was fine and it was the final demonstration of his coolness because he was still strong and worthy to be their mate. Yes, it was crazy but Alex was happy seeing the usual jerk they loved so much. Maybe Alex had to be the one to protect him especially in these weird situations where Sans lost his rationality becoming a freak of nonsense.

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