#honks at you softly and oh so sweetly.

[goose-books]

i read your wips intro/masterpost, they all look super cool (!!!) but the status sections look like they haven’t been updated in awhile—any updates?

first of all, THANK YOU!!! means a lot whenever anyone checks out my posts! i have a tendency to forget this blog exists, which i can only blame partially on my being in school; i'm part of a thriving community of writing discord servers, and so i've gotten into the habit of sharing more writing there than here. also, from the bottom of my heart, i never have any idea what to post. so thank you x2 for asking for an update, because i can certainly do that!

in the order of the intro post, shall we? (which i have now updated, because it was bothering me.)

The Mortal Realm & Quark: "starting second draft summer 2021," he said (about the first). so that was a fucking lie. summer 2021 i spent working at a children's summer camp, which, while i love kids, sapped my sickly-victorian-boy strength like tuberculosis. and then i went off to college! so quark didn't happen in the fall, either.

both of these are on indefinite hiatus for now, but not shelved! as my oldest long-running projects and the ones that saw me through some specific parts of my life, they're very important to me, and i think about the characters and plots frequently. that said, i've grown a lot since i began each one, so some of my old plans no longer align with the sort of things i like to write now... both are probably due for a rehaul, and as i'm focused on other projects atm, i'm not sure when that will be! but they idle in the back of my brain like screensavers.

A Modern Tragedy: the scripts for AMT are entirely finished! (barring the intermission episode i never wrote, i suppose.) i wrote the last words and immediately encountered some issues, namely: i know how to write, but not how to record and produce a podcast. plus, a podcast-enjoying friend of mine who read the scripts pointed out that honestly, AMT has too many characters to work as an audio drama; i have written a TV show in audio form. and speaking of things i know how to do less than producing a podcast--producing a TV show. so at present i sort of just... have this. sitting on my computer. i've half a mind to just post the scripts on this blog; if you're interested in seeing them... you can certainly shoot me a dm.

darkling: this behemoth is fully drafted, goddamn it, and i did do a round of beta readers over summer 2021. that said, this thing scares me. i am far better at drafting than i am at editing, and approaching a 200,000 word book (yes. i know. i know) to rip the seams out and kick that word count into shape intimidates me. i think perhaps we should all be very mean to me until i acquiesce to sniffing the draft through the bathroom door (??? <- will being mean to me work? unclear)

Valentine van Velt is Dead: oh now this is ridiculous; have i really not updated the intro post in over a year? i suppose not. valentine van velt is out! i posted the book in full in google doc, pdf, and epub forms; you can read it right now today!

love, h: finally something on the intro post is true. this is still in brainstorming mode, less because i haven't figured it out and more because i need to enter another intense hamlet phase to be able to write it properly. it'll happen.

godsong: ah, and we approach the reason the rest of these projects haven't gotten done. my silly little lesbian aeneid is eating my brain. in the past year and a half, i have 1. plotted an entire trilogy 2. written a book and a half 3. spiraled into related AUs for literally over a hundred words. the problem with writing a project that combines multiple hyperfixations is that it will crawl into your brainstem and never ever ever ever leave you alone. ever.

...which is to say that i've written a godsong! i've completed a first draft of the first book and i'm currently drafting the second; i've learned that editing scares me and bogs me down, so i'm riding this hyperfocus as far as it'll take me before i do a beta-reading round. this may come as a shock, because i've posted very little about godsong compared to my other projects, and again, this is because i have no idea what to post. every now and then i get frightened about posting real excerpts, in case it somehow fucks me up copyright-wise. this is a largely irrational fear that i have anyhow. i'm dicking around trying to make character moodboards for intro posts, but i keep running into the moral quandary of whether i can knowingly use unsourced pinterest images, like, morally. unrelated, yeah i do have OCD, how did you know?

thank you for asking after my projects, anon! ^_^ this was a very nice ask to receive and it reminds me i really ought to post here more often... if i ever scrounge up enough pictures from fucking unsplash, we'll see about those intros. if anyone has questions, opinions, or suggestions for future maxblog activities, feel free to shoot me an ask!

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you're stuck with me, baby.

— pairing: billy hargrove x fem!reader

— type: ficlet

— summary: billy treats you sweetly for once, but something is up. and then you have your absolute worst fight yet.

— tags: billy being a (manipulative) sweetheart. billy getting violent. billy being very sorry.

— tw: domestic violence

— word count:

— a/n: don't worry guys, i can fix him.

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By that night, you've nearly reached the Texas border. When you stop at a red light, Billy rolls his head back against the seat, looking at you, who's looking out the window, arms laid atop one another on the sill, taking in the neon lights all around you.

He reaches over then, sliding his large warm palm up your bare thigh.

Your head jerks in his direction. "What're you doing?"

He doesn't reply. Doesn't smirk or smile, or have so much as a twinkle in his eye. Instead, he just looks at you softly.

Your brows furrow, his hand sliding closer to your inner thigh, then stopping, thumb rubbing circles against your soft skin.

You look out the windshield. "The light's green."

You look back to him.

He just keeps looking at you.

And then the car behind you honks and he huffs, rolling his eyes, putting his hand back on the shifter as they lay on the horn yet again. "Yeah, yeah, I fuckin' heard you the first time."

For dinner, Billy pulls into a small diner, and you both exit the car. He holds the door open for you and you pause, looking at him, surprised he didn't go ahead of you. "Thanks."

He gives you a small smile.

You feel like something is up, but don't want to ruin the moment—rather, him acting like an actual human being for once—so you say nothing of it.

You both take a booth by the window, looking over your menus after giving the waiter your drink orders—a lemonade for you and a Coke for him.

You begin perusing their dinner options when you feel Billy's foot brush against yours under the table, just like that afternoon.

You don't react. You're tired of taking the bait every single time. It was just that he knew exactly how to get to you somehow every time.

You set down your menu, knowing what you want, then look dreamily out the window. You smile to yourself and you don't notice it, but Billy is watching you with observant eyes.

You're too lost in your thoughts to take note of him. It's something about being on the road at night that makes you feel so hopeful and content.

All the neon lights, the cars on the road, the warm feel of the summer air on your skin as it washes over you through the open passenger-side window, music playing softly as other cars pass you, people walking along the sidewalks. It makes you feel less lonely. Like the world really can be a beautiful place sometimes.

"What're you thinkin' about, baby?"

You look at him then, shifting in your seat at his soft tone.

"Just how nice things are at night."

He leans back. "Oh, yeah? How so?"

Are you about to have an actual conversation again?

"You'll just tell me that I sound stupid."

"I won't," he replies, brushing his foot against yours.

"It's just pretty. All the lights and the cars and people. Don't you think so?"

He shrugs slightly. "I definitely think at least one thing is pretty."

Back to hitting on you again, then. Never one to give up, clearly.

Your waiter returns, then, to take your orders and Billy speaks. "It'll be one check." He then looks to you. "You want to order first, angel?"

That was a new one. 'Angel'.

You get a salad and a small side, which consists of two pieces of fried chicken, while Billy gets two barbeque sandwiches. Before he even takes one bite of his dinner, though, he looks at you.

"You want to try a bite, sugar?"

You glance up to him from your salad. "I could always throw it on the floor after eating half of it."

He bites back a smirk. "Maybe that's why I got two."

You gingerly take the sandwich from him, taking a small bite, then handing it back.

"Good?"

You nod, chewing.

"You want the other one?"

You shake your head, swallowing. "No, thank you. And...thank you, for paying."

"You're welcome, darlin'."

Something was definitely going on. This wasn't him. But if he knew how to act like this all along, then why was he such an asshole all the time instead?

Once the two of you have finished eating, Billy goes up to pay the check, you standing beside him. As you go to head outside, he holds the door for you again, hand pressed against the small of your back, and then even opens the car door for you as well.

"T-thanks," you say, sitting.

"Welcome," he replies, turning the key in the ignition. He then looks at you. "You want to find a place to stay for the night, or do you want me to drive around some more so you can enjoy the lights?"

You stare at him for a moment. He was asking what you wanted to do? You honestly don't know how to reply to that.

"What do you want to-"

He shakes his head. "I'm asking you, baby."

"I'm kind of tired, actually."

He nods. "I'll find us a motel, honey."

He does the speed limit the entire way to the nearby Days Inn, following the letter of the law to a T the whole way over. You find yourself impressed that it turns out he knows how to drive with common sense.

Once you've arrived, he goes inside, getting you both a room for the night, then comes back out to find you leaning against the trunk, waiting for him.

He throws the key to you and you catch it between your hands.

"One bed again. Think it being cheaper that way is going to be a common trend as we travel."

You nod and step to the side as he unlocks the trunk.

You reach down to grab your backpack first, until he gently grabs your hand in his, his silver ring glinting against the lights overtop the both of you. "I've got it, sweetheart. Let me get it for you."

You merely nod and watch as he loads all three bags onto himself and he follows you up the stairs to your room. Once you've unlocked the door, you let him go in first, then close it behind you.

This room is a near-duplicate of the last one, except for the color-scheme being different. Gaudy oranges and yellows litter the space, from the wallpaper, to the carpet, the curtains, even the bed-spread.

Billy lowers your bags onto the floor, then turns back to you. "You want to shower first?"

He's being very considerate tonight...

"Sure," you say, bending down to your bag, grabbing a pair of shorts and a tanktop, as well as clean undergarments, then stepping into the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind you.

You take your time bathing, trying to understand his sudden shift in mood. Maybe he finally felt guilty about how poorly he'd treated you so far? Maybe he was just tired. Maybe... You sighed. Maybe a lot of things. You didn't pretend to understand him, or the way he acted from one moment to the other.

When you step out of the bathroom, now clean and freshly shaved, you find him laid back against the headboard, flipping channels on the TV.

"You look nice," he says.

You put your hairbrush and razor away in your bag. "Oh, thanks."

He stands, grabbing a pair of briefs and sweatpants. He gives you a light tap under your chin as he goes to step past you, even kissing your cheek, which takes you by surprise. "Welcome, doll."

He shuts the bathroom door behind him this time and you sit down on the edge of the bed, head spinning.

If he'd been this guy from day one, you would've already returned his efforts in dating. How could he not understand that being an angry, vulgar ass was going to get him nowhere—not with you, at least. The 'bad boy' act would only get him so far with girls. But not very far in life, that was for certain.

You stand then, padding over to your bag, deciding to go ahead and pick out an outfit for tomorrow—something to occupy you for a moment, instead of dwelling on him and how he was now acting.

You even bother pulling a few things out, refolding them, then deciding to reorganize half the bag in general.

When Billy emerges from the bathroom, he comes up behind you, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head. You spin around in surprise, bumping against the wall behind you. "Oh."

He steps closer to you, leaning down, wrapping one arm around your waist, while pressing the palm of his other hand against the wall. He begins planting hot wet kisses along your neck and your eyes go wide. He spears his tongue, licking gently, then kissing that same spot. The smell of Old Spice and spearmint invades your senses.

He pulls back, then leans forward again, pressing his lips to yours, softly, gently, his hand now moving to your waist, pushing your tanktop up.

You push lightly against his chest. "Billy, what're you doing?" You ask, voice laced with confusion and concern.

He gives you a small smirk. "Trying to kiss you, pretty girl."

He moves his lips back to your neck again, trailing kisses up to your ear, then whispers into it, "Don't worry, I have condoms."

You shove him away from you then.

"What was that for?" He asks, mildly irritated, erection already standing present.

"C-condoms? I told you earlier I-" You suddenly stop speaking, and then your eyes burn with unshed tears, hope that he was going to finally start being nicer to you shattering.

"That's why," you say tone defeated.

"Why what?" He spits.

You see the real him slowly returning.

"Why you've been so nice to me tonight. You found out I was a virgin and really thought it'd only take a couple hours of buttering me up for me to spread my legs for you. God, you're so pathetic."

His lips sneers. "Why do you have to be such a fuckin' cock tease all the time, huh? Everything I've done—driving your ass across how many state lines, buying you food, a room for the night, keeping you safe, and you don't think I deserve anything in return?"

He felt entitled to it? Sex? With you? You suddenly feel incredibly unsafe. Like you did back in that house with a father who ruled with fists and harsh words. How could you not have seen it before? They were two sides of the same coin.

"You're not entitled to anything. I never asked you for any of that. You practically fucking volunteered."

You angrily wipe tears from your eyes and he lets out a mocking laugh. "Here comes the fucking water-works. Every bitch's greatest trick. Well, guess what, cunt? They don't work on me."

You flinch at the vulgar name.

You watch as his hands tighten into fists at his sides and your heart begins to pound.

He steps closer to you. "I'm pathetic? Me? At least I was making fucking friends. People liked me. You lived in that goddamn town for how long and had nothing to show for it? I could've been king of that school and had any pussy I wanted. But, for whatever reason, you were the set of lips I chose to chase after. What a waste of my fuckin' time. I should've left your ass on the side of the road that night. Be one less problem on my fucking plate."

Your chin wobbles. "Fuck you. I would've been just fine without you. Better off, probably. You think you're so irresistible and different, don't you? Instead, you're just like your daddy."

He roars in anger then, and his fist lands inside the drywall directly next to your head.

You stare up at him in terror, silent tears slipping down your flushed cheeks.

He looks down at you, expression unreadable, his eyes flitting between both of yours.

"P-please don't hurt me," you say, voice small, somehow childlike, even.

His face falls, hurt flashing across his features. His fist loosens as he pulls it back, palm now-flat against the section of wall above the damage he'd just done.

You wrap your arms around yourself and he realizes that you think he's going to hit you next.

He staggers back, hands on his knees for just a moment before abruptly grabbing his bag and going in the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

You sink down to the floor, bringing your knees up to your chest and you lower your forehead to the top of them, rocking yourself gently as you sob in fear.

When Billy comes out of the bathroom, he's dressed in jeans and another button-up shirt, but you don't see him.

His stomach turns when he sees you curled into yourself, crying, shaking, whispering to yourself. "Please...no....don't hurt...."

He lets out a quiet swear, slipping on his boots and jacket, grabbing his car keys and wallet from the table. "I'm going out," he throws over his shoulder before closing the motel door behind him.

Once he's reached his car, he slams the driver's-side door and goes to stick the keys in the ignition, then falters for a moment. Was he really about to leave you all alone like that?

Images of you staring up at him with wide eyes full of fear—just like how his mom used to look at his dad—flash through his mind.

He turns the engine over. Yes, he was.

Billy drives around town for two hours. At first, he'd wished he'd brought his bag with him. He could've just passed over into Texas on his own by now if he had. Instead, he was stuck in Oklahoma with you for the moment being.

Eventually, he parks in an empty lot somewhere, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel. He doesn't want to focus on the way he's treated you since day-one. Shitty. That's how.

With most girls, he only had to put in minimal effort to get them to give him what he wanted. He had his looks, the way he dressed, a nice smile, his thick head of hair, a cool car, and a devil-may-care attitude. None of them ever asked for more. Well, they did, but he didn't much care what they wanted. Once he got what he was after, he was satisfied.

He leans back against the seat, eyes closed, unable to get the fucking image of you out of his head.

You'd called him out on his behavior every time—read him like a goddamn book—and that was what really got under his skin. Most girls he came across were either doe-eyed idiots, or sluts. There wasn't an in-between. Not in his mind. But not you, clearly.

But, he supposes, growing up with an abusive father forces you to become adept at reading others to anticipate their future actions, or understanding why they are the way they are. Why they do the things they do.

"For fuck's sake," he says, turning around to finally head back to you, deciding he'd apologize for scaring you. But that was it. Even if it had been your fault. He didn't want to think about how it was really his. How he'd caused this entire damn mess in the first place.

He was about to ruin a good thing. Like always.

It was like he couldn't help himself. What was it his dad had once said about him? Self-destructive behavior? Yeah, well, what did that asshole know? He drove his mother away—his own wife.

He had no room to fucking judge him.

No one did.

Billy slowly climbs the stairs to the room and finds the door thankfully unlocked when he turns the handle.

And when he steps inside, his stomach drops. You're gone, as well as both of your bags.

He steps over to the small table on the other side of the room and picks up the notepad set atop it and reads your delicate handwriting: Don't look for me.

"Fuck that," he says, throwing it down, heading back down to his car.

He tears out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell.

The longer he drives, the worse his anxiety gets. It was almost midnight now. What if you were in some strange man's car, bound and gagged and—no, he can't think like that.

He searches for your face in every woman he passes, but doesn't find you.

Then, he remembers you telling him before about how, had he not come along, you would've 'thumbed a ride'.

"She's on the fucking interstate," he says, making an illegal u-turn, nearly hitting another car as he climbs over a median, racing to you.

He downshifts, RPMs climbing, nearly in the red, then backing off just as the needle hits it, then downshifts again as he jumps on the interstate on-ramp.

He flies past other cars, barely paying attention to the road ahead as he searches for you on the shoulder. Then, "Ha! Fucking found you!"

He pulls over, slamming on the brakes, then gets out, closing his door, coming back toward you.

You stare at him in fear, then turn around, walking quickly away.

"Stop!" He yells, but you of course don't listen.

"Goddamn it," he mutters to himself.

When he finally reaches you, his hand grabs your own, tugging you back in the direction of the car. "C'mon, I'm taking you back."

You turn around, yanking your hand back away from him, staring up at him with bloodshot eyes. "Leave me alone!"

"No way in hell," he says, going to grab you again, but you step back.

He lets out a low swear.

You step forward then and slam your palms against his chest. And then you do it again. And again. And again.

And he just lets you at it. He deserves this after...well, after everything.

Finally, he wraps his arms around you, one around the backpack behind you, his other hand cupping the back of your head.

You sob against his chest. "I fucking hate you."

He shooshes you. "I know."

"You're abusive."

"I know."

"I told you not to-"

"You really think I'd ever listen to that shit?" He pulls away, looking down at you, his hands cupping your cheeks, brushing tears away. "You're stuck with me, baby."

He continues. "Please come back with me. I can't do this without you." He pauses, then, "I don't want to be alone anymore."

#fic: stranger things (billy hargrove x reader) #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x fem!oc #billy hargrove x female reader

[nobedofroses]

December 3rd

pairing: Jack Daniels x reader

warnings: fluff with allusions to sex

words: 1.3k

a/n: just some cute first date stuff with Jack, inspired by "Baby It's Cold Outside" in a way, song prompt from @toomanystoriessolittletime's winter writing challenge ❄️

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Jack’s call came the same day that he had asked for your number, and you were just as eager as he was when you said yes to a date as when he asked you. He had asked you to dinner the next night at a restaurant you had always wanted to try at the far end of the city. 

Since you lived near each other (which he knew because you met at your local grocery store), he offered to drive. When you hesitated for a second, he said that you were more than welcome to pick him up instead. His understanding and giving you more control of the situation put you at ease, and you agreed, saying you would be there at 6:30. 

Then, the day of, your boss told you about a last minute meeting early the next morning. It would mean getting to work an hour earlier than you usually did, which meant you needed to go to sleep an hour earlier not to be completely worn out. You figured it would be best to cancel your date, and grabbed your phone, dialing Jack’s saved number in your phone. 

“Hey, darlin’, how are you doin’?” was the first thing Jack said when he answered the phone and suddenly you lost the willpower to cancel the date. 

Warmth spreading softly on your face, you replied, “I’m good, Jack. Really, um, excited for our date.” 

The only thing you ended up changing on the phone call was moving the date up by an hour, once Jack reassured you that he had an in at the restaurant and would still be able to get a table. 

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A few hours later, you left work to go and get Jack. While you and Jack lived near each other, he was a little further out, where the properties were bigger and there were no more apartments.  You even saw some horses and goats and were greatly surprised that they had been a ten minute drive from your apartment all this time. 

Jack’s house wasn’t big, and as far as you could tell, he just had a really large yard that abutted a little copse of trees. 

When you parked, you weren’t sure whether to get out and go to the door or honk or text him or what but you were saved from deciding by Jack coming outside on his own. Within a minute, he had his door locked and was in the car, leaning over the console to kiss your cheek sweetly and hand you a little bouquet of flowers. 

From there, the date was perfect. Jack was so funny and sweet, and you even had to fight him over who got to ask more questions about the other. So much better than having to sit and watch a guy monologue for an hour. 

You were back at Jack’s house afterwards to drop him off, but he invited you in for some coffee and cake that he just so happened to have. It was easy to say yes, and easy to sit and chat with him on the couch for hours. 

But when you caught a glimpse of Jack’s watch and saw it was 10:00pm already, you had to go. 

“Oh, I wish we could talk more, Jack, but I really have to go. I have an early meeting tomorrow morning, I didn’t realize how late it was,” you said with a little pout as you stood up. 

Jack smiled and stood too, stepping close and sliding his hand along your waist, “That’s alright sweetheart, it just means we’ll have to have another date.” 

You were about to say yes but then Jack pulled you close and you lost the power of speech, just feeling the warmth of his chest against yours and staring up into his sweet brown eyes. 

Jack’s other hand came up to your jaw and he tilted your face towards him, leaning down to kiss you. His full lips pressed against yours and you let yourself melt into him, returning the soft, slow kiss with a hum. 

You kissed for what might’ve been a couple minutes, but then Jack pulled away and said, “I guess you have to go.” 

But you couldn’t bear leaving without one more kiss and so you whispered, “In a second.” 

Another couple minutes later, you pulled back this time, and started grabbing your stuff. When you were at the door, shoes and coat back on, Jack said, “Maybe I should go start your car so it can warm up for you.” 

“Oh wait, I can do that from here, it’s remote!” you said eagerly, because now you wouldn’t have to wait for him to go out and come back. But when Jack opened the door so the remote car key would work, the door opened to a world covered in white. 

It had been snowing lightly when you had arrived at Jack’s house, but apparently it had really ramped up and had been heavily snowing for the past three hours because there were multiple inches of snow covering everything. 

Both of you stood there, staring in shock, until you shivered and Jack closed the door to keep you warm. 

“Um, I— I don’t know if I can drive… like this,” you stumbled out, looking between Jack and the closed door. 

“No, sweetie, you can’t. I mean, I don’t think it would be safe. There’s so little light on the roads at night. We can stay up and see if it melts, or if you’re— you can sleep here tonight, if you’re comfortable. I have, um, a spare room you can use,” he offered, a light blush dusting his cheeks. 

Jack’s hesitation was adorable and it really did make sense that you should just stay the night and hope it had all melted in the morning. Or at least, it would be bright in the morning and you’d be able to drive safe and slow to the meeting. 

“Okay, yeah, I think I should stay, you’re right. Except…” 

“Except? What darlin’? If there’s anythin’ I can do to make you more comfortable, I will,” Jack said with this sweet, earnest look, putting his hands comfortingly on your shoulders. 

You smiled and dropped your purse to the ground, stepping close to him and reaching out to toy with his belt loops. “I think I’d be more comfortable if I stayed in your room.” 

Jack smiled, a flirty smile that had made your knees weak when you first met him and had you grabbing onto his waist now to help keep you up, “I think I manage that.” 

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The next morning, you woke up when Jack kissed your temple. You stretched and opened your eyes to look at him, finding him fully dressed. A glance at the clock told you it was 5:00am and you frowned, “What are you doing up so early? And dressed?”

“I’m gonna go clear your car off and make sure everything’s all set for when you have to leave, honey,” he told you with a smile, which was incredibly sweet, but you didn’t want him to leave. 

“Let me check how long it’ll take to drive, maybe you don’t need to do it just yet,” you said, grabbing your phone off of his bedside table. But when you opened it, you had a text from your boss and multiple weather alerts. “Oh my gosh, it must have snowed all night, some of the roads are closed and my boss can’t even get to work. The building is closed and the meeting’s canceled! ” 

Jack smiled, “Well then, honey, you can stay a while longer, huh?” 

“Get out of those clothes and get back in bed, please. Now we can sleep in, and then later we can… um, do something else,” you said, getting a little sheepish at the end.  “We can do whatever you want, sunshine,” Jack told you with a grin, already half naked and you laughed, feeling grateful for snow like you never had before.

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[steam-beasts]

Oh Sheep!

December had rolled around on Sodor, and the snow was at its strongest. On the Arlesdale Railway, Diesel Junior – or "DJ" as he liked to be called – was resting in the diesel sheds at Arlesburgh West. It was early morning, but the schedules were a lot more relaxed than how they were during the autumn rush.

DJ was sitting at the very back of the shed, fast asleep and trying to keep his radiator warm. Just then, the doors slowly swung open, the chilly air sweeping in. DJ's face at the cold and opened his eyes to see Mr Fergus Duncan walking towards him.

"Good morning, DJ. Apologies for waking you" He said. DJ yawned "It's alright, Mr Duncan. Do...Do you need me to do something?" He asked tiredly. Mr Duncan hummed softly in agreement "Yes, I need you to go to Arlesdale Green to collect a left behind ballast cart. Rex forgot to bring it before going to sleep" the Small Controller explained.

DJ raised an eyebrow "Not that I'm refusing to do it, Mr Duncan. But can't one of the Blister twins do that? Or...Frank?"

Mr Duncan sighed "The Blister twins are off doing a passenger run, and Frank is away taking wool bales to market" he replied with a shrug.

"Oh, well...ok. I'll go"

Mr Duncan gently smiled, giving DJ's roof a pat "Atta boy. Off you go!" DJ lightly smiled back and watched as the Small Controller turned heel and left the shed.

Eventually, the little diesel soon set off out of the sheds and into the cold himself, wincing at the bright light after being shrouded in the dark shed.

Snow had begun to fall by the time DJ reached the Arlesburgh bridge street. He glanced at the upcoming platform to see a couple of workers shoveling away snow, and a middle aged lady. This was the Stationmaster, seemingly wanting to talk to him as she waited on the platform. DJ frowned.

"Oh no, not her!" The little diesel groaned quietly "She's always pestering me about something small and unimportant..."

He was proved to be correct as the Stationmaster took out a red flag waved him down. DJ knew he shouldn't be disrespectful despite his annoyance from her, so he slowed to a stop with a fake grin on his face, plus, she had a red flag so it was probably important... this time "Is something the matter, Mrs Stationmaster?" He asked sweetly ."Yes, you don't happen to be going towards the Marthwaite Woodland area, do you?"

"Yeah, I'm collecting a stray ballast truck down at the green. Is something wrong?" He replied nonchalantly. The Stationmaster scratched her head "Well, due to a shortage of sand, the tracks beyond the Ffarqhuarr road don't have any grit, so best be careful" she warned. DJ honked his horn in acknowledgement and continued on down the line. Once she couldn't see his face, DJ rolled his eyes "Pah, 'be careful' she said. Nonsense, the rails can't be slippy! I haven't slipped on them, neither of the twins have slipped, and neither has Frank. All that comes out of her mouth is a bunch of malarkey!" He scoffed. As he said this, a few cars on the road nearby were slipping and swerving, not dangerously of course.

By the time DJ reached the Ffarqhuarr road, the snow fall was getting heavier, and more like a blizzard. DJ had to squint a little as Farmer Willie came dawdling by with a cart packed with sheep. Willie noticed DJ and came to a brief stop "Hullo' there, DJ! You alright?"

DJ gazed up at Willie and smiled "I'm F-Fine, Farmer Willie. I'm just going up to collect a ballast truck!"

Willie hummed and nodded "Ah, ok..." he said before glancing over at his sheep. Some were asleep, some were not and simply sat in the cart...not all of them were accounted for. He then heard DJ gasp "Are those sheep?!"

Willie shook out of his small daydream "Oh, uh– yes! My boss wants me to take these little guys to the barn for winter!"

A sheep then looked over at DJ and bleated, making the diesel "Aww! Hi there!" He cooed. Farmer Willie just stared at the sheep for a solid minute before realising something "Oh yeah, uh...DJ? If you see a sheep on it's own somewhere, let me know please. It, uh... got out. It has a little bell around its neck and... it's not here..." He trailed off, staring into space.

DJ wasn't listening, he was more focused on the sheep "Look at your little faces...what were you saying, Farmer Willie?"

Farmer Willie shook his head again and scratched his head, haven partially forgotten about what he was talking about "Huh? O-Oh, erm...look out for sheep! Oh crumbs, I better get going" He muttered before driving off. DJ honked goodbye to the farmer and set off once more once the gates reopened.

DJ chuckled to himself "Hehe, sheep..."

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The Marthwaite Woods were littered with trees and bushes. The bare tree branches had icicles dangling off of them. The bushes were piled on with snow and the rails were all icy and slippery, but DJ didn't know this yet.

DJ honked his horn and took his time to look at his surroundings "Wow, the forest looks so mysterious during winter..." he commented to himself.

He then looked forward and remembered that Arlesdale Green was a few miles ahead. He smirked confidently and went faster up the steep track "Nearly there, nearly there" He panted eagerly.

However, the little baby diesel had to come to a stop as up ahead, a lone sheep stood on the line, using its nose and hoof to dig at the snow – presumably in search for grass. DJ skidded to a halt, clenching his teeth as his wheels slipped on the rails. He was still moving (at a more slower pace now), and was getting much closer to the sheep.

DJ frantically tried calling out to the sheep and honking "Out of the way! Out of the way!". The sheep just looked up and glanced at him with vacant eyes. DJ shut his eyes tight as he couldn't stop.

Why oh why didn't he listen to the Stationmaster?!

The sheep was unfazed as the engine ahead was skidding on icy rails towards it's direction.

Just then....

BUMP!

"Baa!"

DJ gasped from feeling the bump and whimpered, fearing what he may have very likely done. Cautiously, he opened one eye to survey the damage he had done, only to see a white furry face in his vision, lazily munching on a mouthful of grass. He then opened both eyes and sure enough, he wasn't dreaming – the sheep was okay. Thank goodness.

"Dizzy diesels...that was close" He sighed with relief. He kinda forgot he's not a big monsterous engine like his big brother, or else the sheep would most certainly become wooly paste.

The sheep bleated and sniffed at DJ, its ear twitching. DJ felt his (currently) non-existent heart melt as the sheep sniffed at him.

"Ooh, sorry about that, sheep. The rails are all icy! What are you doing out here anyway? Shouldn't you be..." he then gasped, thinking back to what Farmer Willie said.

"Oh! You're the sheep that got away!" He exclaimed. The sheep bleated and went back to chewing the little patch of grass it dug up. DJ paid no mind.

"Well, come on! We gotta get you home, and collect the ballast!"

The sheep didn't move, it paid no attention to DJ whatsoever.

A few minutes went by, and DJ huffed "Come on! Get going!"

The sheep remained on the line. DJ loved the sheep, don't get him wrong – but it won't MOVE for him! DJ thought decisively, then honked at the sheep. The sheep looked over at him, but went back to eating soon after.

DJ groaned "Oh I don't have all day!"

The sheep bleated and turned to face him, its ears flicking. This sheep was stubborn, stubborn like a troublesome truck. Maybe that's why they both look alike?

A good 20 minutes passed by, you'd think that the sheep would've moved off the line by now, NOPE! It was still there, but sitting down now.

"Pleeeaaase! Move...please, sheep?: DJ begged, but no avail.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek ripped through the air, alerting both DJ and the sheep. The sheep bleated fearfully and looked around frantically. DJ gulped, doing the same thing.

"Hehe...i-its alright, sheep. I'm sure it's just a..."

An echoey roar was then heard somewhere in the distance as well as crunching snow, increasing DJ's worries "B-BEAR!" He yelled fearfully. He shut his eyes tightly like he did when slipping on the rails.

The sounds of crunching snow got closer and more clearer. DJ only feared the worst...until he heard the voice of a very tired Rex.

"Are you alright there, DJ?"

DJ's eyes shot open and he looked to the side to see Rex in his beast form, gazing at him softly with very tired eyes. The baby diesel's jaw dropped upon seeing him "R-Rex?! But... you're supposed to be hibernating!"

Rex chuckled "Well, I can't hibernate if I keep hearing you honk to your heart's delight. Remember, my hearing's a LOT more sensitive and sharper than it used to be..."

"Oh..." DJ blushed in embarrassment "...sorry. I didn't mean to"

"It's ok, kiddo. No hard feelings..." Rex assured him "...now that we have that cleared up, you appear to be in one baa-ad situation" the miniature engine teased, pointing at the sheep.

DJ sighed "Yep...I think its one of Farmer Willie's. He said something about one of them escaping"

"Escaping, eh? Lots of livestock escape here all the time. They should really improve the fences but then again...me, Bert and Mike can just ram through them" He chuckled. Rex then turned to face the sheep.

He made a little chittering noise at the sheep, leaning forward. The sheep turned to Rex with interest and bleated, walking off the track at last. DJ watched in amazement as Rex continued the chittering sound, leading the sheep into the foliage. It kinda reminded him of that evil snake from The Jungle Book, except Rex isn't evil of course!

"Wow..." he whispered. DJ soon resumed to his task; collect the ballast.

He oiled through the forest, much more carefully that time.

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DJ had managed to make it to the Green and was making his way back to Arlesburgh West. Along the way, he saw Rex trotting along the tracks, still looking rather sleepy. He honked "hello" to the older engine, who whistled back "Did you get the sheep home, Rex?"

"Of course! It's not like I ate it, hehe!" Rex chuffed cheekily.

"Yeah, anyway...how did you hear me all the way from the sheds in the first place?" The miniature 08 diesel asked, feeling rather curious.

"I wasn't sleepin' at the sheds, I was sleepin' in a nearby cave around here! That's how I heard you!" He laughed tiredly. DJ giggled as well, then looked over at the ballast truck "Hey, Rex? Did you know you forgot to bring a ballast truck back to the station?"

Rex frowned and raised an eyebrow. He then glanced at the truck behind the small diesel and gasped with understanding "Oh! Fire and smoke, I forgot about that one!" He groaned.

"It's alright, Rex. It's easy to forget things" DJ assured him. The small green engine smiled warmly, then walked in front of the diesel, blocking his way.

"Rex?"

Rex said nothing and gave DJ's forehead a lick, probably his own way of 'kissing' him goodnight. DJ's eyes went wide, but he grinned nonetheless as Rex chirped happily before setting off into the woods "Have a good hibernation, Rex!" He called out.

As soon as Rex left, DJ oiled away with the ballast truck. Back to Arlesburgh West he goes.

Until Spring...

#thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #monster engines #ttte rex #ttte oc #ttte dj #ttte mr duncan #ttte frank #ttte blister twins #short story

[pureimaginefic]

The VCR clock flashed as midnight as the front door of his house opened, Jason honked his car horn as they got inside.

"Night J!" Brian yelled before shutting the front door "What a night" he said. Vicki slowly approached him, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him into a deep kiss. "Eow...what was that for?" he asked holding her close.

"Told you I'd find some way to thank you for the tickets right?" she asked. "So...your parents are away for the weekend?" she asked gliding her hands over his chest.

"They are" he said taking her hand and kissing it.

"What about your mom? She know where you are tonight?" he asked.

She laughed "My mother thinks I am sleeping over at Emily's tonight" she said to him "And your brother? Will he be making an appearance?" she asked.

"He's away as well, camping trip with his buddies" he said pushing her hair behind her ears.

"Mm...so we're alone" she said smiling seductively at him.

"At last" he said smiling at her "What's with the bag?" he asked nodding towards her pink overnight bag that sat on a chair next to them.

"Oh nothing...just the uh...surprise I mentioned yesterday" she said playing with his shirt "You want it?" she asked.

"Depends on what it is" he said.

"Oh trust me I think you'll like it" she said.

"Is it what I think it is?" he asked playfully.

"Could be" she said as they kissed softly and sweetly.

He took her hand, leading her towards the stairs "Here I got that" he said taking her bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Wow, so chivalrous" she said in surprise.

"Oh wait" he said stopping at the bottom step.

"What?" she asked confused.

She squealed as he swiftly picked her up, cradling her in his arms, they kissed and she giggled as he carried her up the stairs. He pushed open his bedroom door and flipped the lights on, setting Vicki on the floor.

"Thank you" she said setting her bag on his bed.

She took her jacket off, he shut his bedroom door, standing against it watching Vicki running her fingers through her hair smoothing it out and letting it fall, framing her face. She turned to see him leaning up against the door smiling at her "What?" she asked.

"Nothing, you're just beautiful that's all" he said coming closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him they kissed deeply "Mm... I missed you" he said kissing her neck.

"Did I go somewhere?" she asked as they laughed.

"You know what I mean" he said.

"Yeah I missed you too" she said as they kissed "I'll be right back" she said as they kissed and she disappeared with her bag into the bathroom.

He turned on a stereo turning the volume down low, a sensual beat began to fill the room. He then pulled the curtains closed, grabbed a pack of matches and lit the few candles that sat around the room. Smoke billowed up from the match stick, he then turned the lights out He sat at the edge of the bed, taking his shoes off and unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off and lied back on his bed. He pulled the drawer to his nightstand open and began to search through it.

"Ahem" Vicki said clearing her throat, he turned his head, doing a double take to look at her, framed in the doorway wearing a soft silky pink nightgown with black lace trim that clung to her."Well? What do you think?" she asked twirling around for him.

"Ooh" he said shutting the nightstand drawer and crawling towars her.

"You like it?" she asked.

"Oh I love it" he said.

"I thought you might" she said inching her way closer to his bed. She giggled slightly as he pulled her into him wrapping his arm around her waist. "Tonight was amazing" she said wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Yeah well...it's not over yet" he said smiling.

"Ooh, really?" Vicki asked as they kissed softly, their lips brushing together lightly before melding into each other. "What does that mean?" she asked, he grinned at her wickedly, she giggled as they fell on to the bed, her head hitting the pillows, he swept her hair away from her face.

She reached up to run her hands over his bare shoulders, her fingertips lightly grazing his chest, he took her hand and held it in his own, kissing it softly, their noses brushed together.

"I love you so much" he said softly, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I love you too" she said softly to him as he pressed his lips to hers.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him, the silk of her nightgown feeling smooth on his fingertips his hands grazing her body. His fingertips lightly grazed her arms, he pulled the slinky straps of her nightgown down off her shoulders. The silk slid against her smooth skin as he slowly pulled it from her body, it glided off of the bed and to the floor, leaving her in her black lace bra and panties.

She pulled him down on top of her, he began to grind his body against hers. They sat up and she stood on her knees reaching out to grab the button of his jeans and pulled it open, pulling the zipper down, looking at him seductively. He wrapped his arm around her waist burying his face into the crook of her neck, working downward, softly kissing and sucking on her cleavage. He reached around her back for the clasp on her bra and pulled it open, he slid the straps down, his breath quickening, he felt himself becoming harder as he kissed her neck.

He slid her bra off of her and threw it to the floor, letting it join the pile of clothes that were accumulating on the floor. He leaned forward, lying Vicki down on the bed, he pulled the covers down and they settled in between the sheets. She trickled her fingertips lightly down his sides, coming to his boxers, she hooked her fingers into the waistband and used her feet to sweep them down his legs, freeing him. He ran his hands down her sides, squeezing her gently planting soft kisses on her thighs.

The aching for him was unbearable as he slid her panties down her legs. his lips crashed on top hers, taking her mouth into a long wanting kiss. She gasped, her mouth falling open as she felt him thrust inside her head fell back, she sighed, moaning softly. They slowly rocked back and forth, he groaned as he felt her nails dig into his back. He pulled the sheet away from her full breasts, teasing her nipple with his tongue, filling his hand with the other and squeezing it, groping her.

He sucked softly on her other breast, she moaned as he teased the other with his thumb flicking it back and forth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him further inside of her, he began to move faster. She ran her fingers through his hair, whimpering softly, he groaned as he continued to thrust into her each time harder and quicker. He moaned, reaching forward to grip the sheets in his fists, his thrusts becoming harder.

The night wore on, Vicki's hair hung from the edge of the bed, cascading towards the floor they shared small kisses, the sheets twisted, pillows at their feet, the comforter had fallen to the floor. They broke apart, trying to catch their breath.

He groaned as he rolled over to the other side of the bed falling next to her "Wow" he said panting.

"That was incredible" she said, she rolled over and slid on top of him, planting small kisses along his neck and chest. "I don't know about you, but I could use a nice hot shower right about now" she said "Care to join me?" she asked sliding off of him and off of the bed, pulling the sheet around her. He smiled wickedly and got off of the bed, she squealed as he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Steam billowed out from the bathroom as they stepped out, wrapped in towels.

"Wow" he said "You're amazing you know that?" he asked.

"Yeah well, you're not the only one who had to do without for three weeks" she said.

"Really? well, why don't we make up for that" he said, running his finger down the center of her chest and hooking it into her towel pulling it away from her.

"And how about I show you how amazing I can really be" she said pulling the towel from his waist.

They reconnected in a deep kiss, he ran his fingers through her long wet locks, gently lying her back down on the bed, soaking the sheets with their slick wet bodies. The early morning hours began to creep in, candle wax began to melt on the surface of his nightstand. They lied tangled in the rumpled sheets together still locked in deep and passionate kisses.

He held her closely "I love you so much" he said drawing her in close, playing with a strand of her hair.

"I love you more" she said to him trailing her fingertips lightly across his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, she rested her head on his chest and they faded into sleep.- Pomp & Circumstance ch.17 "Nothing But a Good Time"

#jr. bsb series #original characters #bsb fan fiction #jr. bsb birthday #pomp and circumstance #bradley birthday spam

[someheartlesslady]

Oh, absolutely so~.

A better squeeze and a good honk for her, as they continue to snuggle up sweetly.

I'll be sure to leave you my number before I head out~.

"Sounds good~" She wiggles, laughing softly as she gets honked.

#M: Linda

[acaiasahi]

✶ you've got to be kitten me ; park jihoon.

synopsis. after a long day at work, you come home to your cat missing. as you scramble around to find her, you're relieved to see that the cute neighbor 3 doors down has been keeping her safe.

info. comfort, fluff. park jihoon x gn!reader. 906 words.

warnings. probs grammatical or structural errors, some bad cat jokes, anxiety, nervousness, panicky thoughts... and i think that's it?? not proofread lololol

unlocking your front door, you quickly kick off your work shoes, setting your bag and keys down. looking around at your apartment, you soon realize how messy it's gotten. from a total stranger's point of view, it looks as if your place has been ransacked!

walking around, you started picking up stray clothes on the floor. letting out a breathy chuckle, you shake your head as you continue cleaning up around your house. it was a hectic morning but know one needs to know about that.

with a little elbow grease and the caffeine you'd had earlier in the day, you had your place squeaky clean. sitting down on your couch, a groan slipped past your lips as you stretched. leaning your head back on the couch, you closed your eyes and massaged your temples.

ah, the pure bliss you felt sitting in silence. no bustling coworkers, no nagging bosses, cars honking, none of that. just pure, beautiful, calming silence.

wait... why is it this silent in the first place?

shooting up from your place on the couch, you soon realize that the calming silence you were getting accustomed to was slowly starting to turn into one of anxiety.

"holy shit! where's pinto?" you whispered under your breath. maybe you were tripping out you thought but it left as soon as it came. you soon started frantically running around your apartment looking everywhere for pinto.

you looked in her favorite spots, nooks, and crannies but there was no sign of her. slowly pacing around back and forth, you go through all the worst possibilities in your head.

how did this happen? did i leave the door open? no, i couldn't have. but then again, how else would she have gotten out?

you stop your pacing as you quickly run to your shoes that you'd left behind prior from coming home. grabbing your keys, you slam your door behind you, locking your door and leaving your complex.

you walked by the nearby park, again looking at small spots where pinto could hide, and even going as far as asking strangers around the park. you let out a big sigh, running around the big park looking everywhere and anywhere.

you tried to push the worst scenario out but for all you know, she could be hurt! you let out a soft whine as you made your way around the park for the umpteenth time, seeing no clear indicators that pinto was there.

you soon made your way back to your apartment complex, feeling nothing but anxiousness and sadness fill you up completely.

as you arrived in front of your door, you unlocked quickly unlocked it. closing it, taking your shoes off, and setting your keys down. making your way to your couch for the second time today, you didn't get the chance to sit down when the sound of your doorbell softly rang. you quickly got up, opening the door slightly, only letting your head peak through.

"oh, hi y/n!" your neighbor, jihoon sweetly said. "hi jihoon. what could i do for you?" you said, the sadness clearly evident in your voice. you almost missed the way jihoon's smile faltered after hearing the way you sounded.

he shoved his hands out to you, clearly showing your cat cuddled up in jihoon's arms safely. all of your anxiety soon leaving your body as happiness and relief filled you up.

"not sure how this little one got out but she was roaming around in the halls. i assumed you weren't home when i knocked on your door so i just kept her safe until you did!" he said cheerfully, a small smile still evident on his face.

he quickly gave you pinto, smiling as you continuously said a round of thank you's. "jeez, pinto! you're such a little brat! i can't believe you scared me like that." you half-heartedly say, booping her nose softly as she cuddled closer to you.

"ah pinto? as in... pinto bean?" jihoon asked, chuckling lightly at your unique name for your cat. you blushed softly, nodding. "yeah, i thought it was cute..." you trailed off, your meeting eyes with his.

"did you want to come in?" you quickly asked, opening the door wider for him. he nodded, walking past you and leaving his shoes at the door. you soon set pinto down, as you and jihoon awkwardly stand in front of one another. "did you want something to eat? drink?" you asked to which he shook his head yes, "water's fine." he said with a smile.

feeling somewhat giddy, you let out a giggle slip past your lips, running to your kitchen as jihoon trailed behind you. getting him a quick glass of water, you set it down on the island, resting your arms on it.

as he sips on his water, you quickly let out a soft cough which grabs his attention. "sorry for being awkward," you start, laughing slightly on the last word, "i just wanted to say thank you again for keeping pinto safe. i really do owe you one!" you said, looking up at him.

he nods his head slightly, opening his mouth up but quickly closing it again. he hummed quietly, "how about lunch? like a date?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow as his ears get dusted with pink. you smile for the hundredth time today, nodding enthusiastically, "deal."

who knew that pinto was the best wing woman of all time?

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. yasss!!! y'all don't know how much i love love LOVEEEE jihoon fluff!!! we need more teumeblr writers!!!! i hope you like this one :333

© ACAIASAHI 2022 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYING, TRANSLATING, AND REPOSTING IS PROHIBITED.

#treasure #treasure imagines #treasure blurbs #treasure fluff #park jihoon #park jihoon imagines #park jihoon blurbs #park jihoon fluff #jihoon imagines #jihoon blurbs #jihoon fluff #park jihoon x reader #treasure headcanons #park jihoon headcanons #treasure drabbles #park jihoon drabbles

[lawngnomeofdoom]

Part Seven: when I'm near you

PT 1 PT2 PT3 PT4 PT5 PT6

Summary: The morning after Connor and Y/N's first night together is interrupted by no other than Hank Anderson.

Warnings: Cursing, Some smut

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've been super busy! As always thanks for reading and interacting with this series, it's really fun to write! I'm going to try to post again soon, I'm thinking of a pretty fluff chapter with Y/N and Connor's blossoming relationship! Hope you enjoy it and I hope your day is rad!

The morning after your first night with Connor, you awake in his arms to find him gazing at you, a soft smile on his lips.

“Good morning.” You murmur sweetly and cuddled up against his chest, as he kisses the top of your head. You can hear your dog snoring in the living room, crisp morning air flowing in through your cracked bedroom window; everything feels just right.

“Are you hungry? I can prepare you some breakfast if you like.” Connor offers nuzzling his chin against you.

“Mmm maybe later, I just want to stay like this for a little while, another hour or two or forever.” You tell him and hear him chuckle.

“That sounds good to me.”

A little while later your cuddling is interrupted by a loud thumping knock on your front door.

“Y/N! You in there?” Hank calls out. Both of your eyes shoot open, and you look at each other in a panic.

“Shit!” You both curse and stumble out of the bed, quickly dressing yourselves. It seems you both overslept for work.

“Should I get the door?” Connor asks as he buttons up his white shirt.

“No! You need to hide; I want to tell Hank about us but not like this.” You say quickly.

“Us?” Connor smiles.

“Well were you planning on hitting and quitting it?” You joke but Connor cocks his head in confusion.

“Don’t worry about it, I just want to tell him over dinner or something.” You explain slipping a shirt over your head and moving over to your dresser mirror to look over yourself.

“Connor! You left a mark on my neck!” You tell him exasperated.

“Apologies, I was just so…enthused.” He says and comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him, softly feeling you up as he plants light kisses on the marks on your neck. You feel your previous irritation leave you, and you melt away in his arms, you can feel him hardening behind you, and just as your about to reach down to tease him you hear Hank at the door again.

“Y/N! I’m coming in if you don’t get this door in the next 30 seconds!” He calls.

“Closet now!” You order and shove Connor towards your closet, pulling him down towards you for a kiss before you shut him in.

“Don’t make a sound.” You whisper and head towards your front door, wrapping a scarf around your neck before you do. 20 seconds after Hank’s warning, just as you enter your living room your front door is kicked open by the LT. Your dog looks up for a moment, and when he sees that it's Hank he goes back to sleep.

“Jesus Hank! I gave you a key, you didn’t have to kick the damn door in!” You yell. Hank, who entered with his gun drawn looks around the room before slumping his shoulders apologetically.

“I forgot about the key, sorry. Could’ve been worse, I could’ve busted out your window and slapped ya across the face. Anyway, what happened to you? Where were you all morning, I’ve been worried sick.” Hank asked holstering his pistol.

“I just overslept; I was up all night watching a horror movie marathon.” You lie. He looks you over suspiciously.

“Your heater on the fritz or something? What’s with the scarf?”

“The…movie marathon was mainly vampire stuff, so I… did it so I wouldn’t get bit in my sleep.” You struggle, you’re usually a good liar, but not to Hank.

“Huh, right. Where’s he at?” Hank chuckles.

“Huh?” You feign ignorance.

“Connor wasn’t at the station this morning either. I may be an idiot but I’m not dumb. Connor! Get out here!” Hank yells out. Nothing but silence echoes through the house before you eventually give in.

“Come on out Connor!” You blush. You both hear the sound of your closet door opening and then listen as Connor makes his way to the living room, awkwardly looking to both of you before fixing his eyes to the floor.

“Good morning Lt, I bet your wondering why I am here. There is a perfectly reasonable-

“Shut the fuck up Connor I know what you’re doing here and frankly I’d rather not think about it. Just get dressed and get to the station, I’ll cover for you with Fowler.” Hank sighed waving Connor off.

“Thank you.” You breath with relief.

“Don’t mention it and actually Connor you’re going to ride with me, we’re going to have a little talk about this “thing”. It is a thing, right?” Hank asks. You interlock your fingers with Connor and smile up at him kissing him lightly.

“It is.” You smile and feel Connor squeeze your hand.

“Ugh alright cut that shit out. Come on Connor get yourself together, I’ll be in the car.” Hank instructs and heads out the door. As the Lt. shuts the door behind him Connor pulls you in for a deeper more intense kiss, his hands tracing the whole of your body, tangling in your hair. It’s a whirlwind until he pulls away.

“I like being a thing with you.” He says with a blush.

“I like being a thing with you too.” You grin. Hank honks his horn impatiently outside and Connor reluctantly releases his hold on you.

“I’ll see you at the station, I wonder what Hank wants to talk about.”

“He probably wants to make a bunch of threats about what he’ll do to you if you hurt my feelings.”

“Oh, well…I’m sure he’ll be creative in his threats. Luckily it’s a short drive to the station.”

“I’m sure, well you better not keep him waiting any longer.” You say and lead him to the door. Connor walks down your driveway to Hank’s car, grinning from ear to ear at you as you wave goodbye, your heart can hardly handle how cute he is. Hank rolls his eyes and rolls up Connor’s window, then locks all the doors.

“Lt?”

“We’re going to take the long way to the station today.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, gotta cover all the different ways I’m going to kick your ass if you break Y/N’s heart.”

#connor detroit become human #dbh fanfic #connor fanfiction #coonor x reader #rk800 x reader #rk800/reader #dbh #dbh connor #fanfiction

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hi can I request a Brian (70s) x fem

reader where the reader comes out as a lesbian but she thinks Brian isn’t going to accept so she’s really scared about telling him. Obviously Brian is accepting in the end but I just want ANGGST!!!

Thanks so muchhh

Sure thing!

Disclaimer: I am an ally but do not personally identify as LGBTQIA. If there is anything grossly inaccurate, please drag me gently.

Brian was your closest friend. So it made sense to tell him that you were on the verge of happiness. But not with him. With his classmate. His female classmate.

For years, you both studied together and ate soup at lunch. You swapped stories and laughed at hearilty. You went to his concerts and heard his riffs. It would only be natural that your family and friends poked you constantly. The mention of "will there be a happy announcement" was as common as radio blaring.

Not that he wouldn't be a good boyfriend or husband. But he wasn't who you dreamt of. And you could tell sometimes he would look at you softly. Your stomach would ache and your feet even felt the urge to run. To run from Brian!

As you sat in your room, staring out the window at the bright sun against the winter snow, you wondered what would happen. It was better to prepare for the worst. That way, you would be ready.

He would cry. Definitely. And you hated watching other people cry. And you knew Brian was a crier, it was his gentle nature. He would curse at you. He would point fingers. Yell. Scream even.

Brian's car arrived outside, honking at you. He even peeped at you from the window. His hair was indistinguishable and he smiled sweetly.

Why couldn't everything be normal and back to where it was? How silly it was- why, why, why, why.

You were able to contain yourself as you wrapped your jacket around your turtleneck and walked down to see him. He always hugged you with his hello.

You sat in the passenger's seat as he began to drive.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I...I'm fine..."

"You don't sound remotely fine...you're quiet..."

You began crying.

"Y/N what is it..."

"It's nothing..." maybe you could delay telling him, telling anyone. If only you were the kind of person to contain your feelings, to stay stoic and strong.

"What do you need?" Brian asked.

It was too late.

"Do you need comfort, advice, a distraction?" he asked.

It came out of you quickly "I need to speak- Brian I am a lesbian!" you blurted. It was rather fast, it sounded like "Brianimalesbian" but it was enough to send a stone down your stomach. Brian himself nearly jumped.

Here it came. The explosion. You waited.

"Really..."

"Yes...your classmate, Charlotte, and I are going to go on a date on Sunday."

"OH!"

There was a pause. He kept driving. both of you staring out at the city streets.

"You know...Fred's gay too."

"What, Freddie!" you gasped.

"Yes!"

"Really!"

There was a slight noise as a bug hit the window. You both glanced at it, then your eyes continued forward.

"...and Bri, I knew you had a crush on me. I just felt it. So I was...I was just scared of disappointing you..."

"Y/N...I'm a rock guitarist, there will be plenty of girls my way..." he joked.

You arrived at your stop. He parked the car and you both looked each other in the eye.

"Please, I just want to be sure of one thing this won't change things between us." you begged.

He looked at you and smiled "it won't!"

Breathing in, your pulse slowed down. There were tears down your face. Happy ones.

"Just...if Charlotte and I don't work out, please save one girl for me."

"I'll ask them, Y/N."

#carrie writes #anon request #brian may #brian may imagine #queen fanfiction #queen imagine #brian may angst #brian may x platonic! reader #platonic! fanfiction #platonic! queen #brian may headcanon #brian may hc #brian may blurb #queen blurb

[earlgreydream]

new york.

| draco malfoy x reader | fluff |

cw: a bit of soft smut, swearing

“Come on, Draco,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him through the streets of New York. His eyes were wide, and he marveled at everything.

Before dating you, Draco had stayed in the wizard world, barely leaving London. He kept within places of magic, and had never really seen muggle life.

Now, the two of you were eighteen, and you’d managed to free him from a summer at Malfoy Manor. He’d agreed to go to America with you for the summer, though he was extremely hesitant to spend a summer in the muggle world.

“New York IS magical!” You had insisted to Draco, and he gave in once he realized how happy it would make you. And secretly, he was curious to see where you had grown up.

Oh, and that you had braved your entire Christmas break at Malfoy Manor, under the scrutiny of Lucius, who was incredibly unfriendly and unwelcoming to his son’s mudblood girlfriend.

“We’re staying in my apartment. It’ll be just us, Draco. You don’t need to worry about impressing anyone,” you had promised your anxious boyfriend.

Now, Draco’s silver eyes couldn’t take in all of Times Square. He looked like a startled child, and you giggled at his wide eyes.

“This is crazy, Y/N, everything is all lit up-” Draco gaped at the signs. You walked slower, keeping in time with him as he took it all in. Your hand held onto his arm, keeping you together as you navigated the busy square. 

You looked up at the sky, dark clouds hanging heavy overhead. Thunder boomed in the distance, just over the sound of the street. 

“It’s going to rain. Time for an indoor activity,” you broke Draco from his trance, and the two of you made it to a small staircase outside of a building. Draco hesitated, and you dragged him down into the underbelly of the city, into a lounge you frequented whenever you were in the city. 

You were greeted by buzzing neon lights, printed carpet, and arcade machines. Everything was retro, looking like you’d stepped into the 80s. You ordered soda before pulling your boyfriend to an arcade game. He looked unsure, and you grinned at him, setting your things down. 

“What is this?” Draco asked, looking around curiously.

“This is an arcade. We play these games, I’ll show you.” You put a coin in the slot of the machine and showed Draco how to play Pac-Man.

“Want to try?” You asked, moving over to let him try after you finished demonstrating. He nodded, gingerly pressing the buttons. A frown knitted on his face as he struggled, not doing near as well as you.

“Can I try again?!”

“Sure, babe.” You slipped another coin in the slot, and he attempted a second time, still barely making any points.

“Draco, it’s just a game, relax,” you smoothed yourself hands down his arms as he tensed up with frustration. It was taking all of your strength not to laugh at him as he fought with the game.

“I can’t even win against a bloody muggle contraption-” Draco huffed and a couple teenagers turned their heads.

“It’s alright, they’re hard. Some take practice. Let’s try another one.” You sipped on your sprite, giving Draco a quick kiss to calm him down. He hummed softly and followed you to a different game. Thankfully, he was slightly better at the second one, and his bad mood faded with your encouragement.

You spent the entire afternoon there, eventually swapping arcade games to bowl in the alley at the back. You knew Draco was using magic, because he striked every time. You rolled your eyes as onlookers stared in awe, and he grinned at you with a wink.

“It’s not fun if you cheat.” You told him, and he kissed you.

“No, but I’ll play fair next round.” You let him, knowing he wanted to redeem himself of being embarrassingly shit at the games.

You had only dropped your bags at your apartment, but the two of you had been out since your flight landed this morning. You were starting to get tired, and you could sense Draco was too.

“I’m starving, and the rain has let up. Want to get something to eat?” You asked Draco, and he nodded, holding out his hand for you to take. You grinned and intertwined your fingers, walking out to the damp street with him.

“Come on, there’s a great deep dish pizza place closer to my apartment.” You led him into the subway, and his arm wrapped around your waist protectively as you waited for your train. His chest was pressed to your back, his grip on you secure.

“We’re safe.” You rubbed his arm that was under your ribs, but he didn’t relax. You rode the train downtown a bit, before getting off in lower manhattan.

“It’s just up here.” You told him, tightening your jacket as the night got colder. The two of you walked half a block into a New York deep dish pizza parlor, and Draco smiled at the delicious smell as you entered.

“Two,” you said to the waiter, and he sat you down at a booth in the corner. Draco’s hand rested on your knee, and the two of you ordered their restaurant original pizza, sipping on ginger beer as you waited.

“This is your New York?”

You hummed, nodding in response. He kissed your cheek sweetly, openly affectionate with you in the public setting.

“Tomorrow we’ll go to the MET so you can see the art,” you said, reaching up to brush a stray piece of hair from his face. He leaned down and kissed you softly, one of his arms around your shoulders as the two of you sat on the same side of the table.

“I’m excited.”

“Me too, it will be fun!” You agreed. You turned as the waiter set down the pizza in front of the two of you, and Draco’s eyebrows shot up.

“This is huge, Y/N!”

The waiter smiled and left you alone, and you sliced off a piece, handing it to him before serving yourself.

“We’ll put the leftovers in the fridge at home. Try it. You’ll like it, I promise.” You encouraged him, and he did so with excitement.

“Oh my gods, this is so good!” He exclaimed, making you giggle.

“New York isn’t half bad, is it?”

He shook his head, silver eyes shining. You enjoyed your pizza, watching people walk by out the window. Draco had already expressed his anxiety over not only the amount of traffic in New York, but also of the cars driving on the wrong side of the street. You giggled at his disdain for the incessant honking, used to the quiet serenity of Malfoy Manor.

You were yawning by the time you walked the last three blocks to your apartment, Draco’s hand on your lower back as you slid your key into the lock. You let yourselves in, kicking off your shoes and losing your jackets in the hall. Draco took his time looking at your apartment now that you had time, and you let him wander as you put your extra pizza in the fridge.

You watched him run his fingers over your books and look at plants and various things of yours that were set around. You leaned in the doorway, unnoticed by him, observing him peek into your life. He picked up a small stuffed bunny off of your bookshelf, an endearing smile on his face as he carefully set it back down.

“I love your room,” Draco said when you stepped in, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting against his back.

“Thank you.”

“Let’s wash the city off,” you said, tossing your jeans into the bin, stripping off the rest of your clothes as he watched, following suit.

You giggled as he chased you into the bathroom, lightly tickling your sides. You turned on the shower, stepping under hot water and pulling your boyfriend in with you. He kissed you deeply, water running over your bodies. He squeezed soap onto his hands and began to glide them over your skin, squeezing your ass in the process. He definitely spent extra time on your chest, and you did the same to him, washing him up. Your giggles echoed in the shower chamber, and Draco left hot kisses over your neck, shoulder, and chest.

Draco lifted you onto the wide tile shelf, kissing you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth. Your fingers tangled into his wet hair, and you spread your legs for him to stand between.

A loud moan escaped you as he slowly entered you, a slight discomfort forming as a result of your lack of regular sex at the castle.

“Please— fuck— move,” you begged Draco, dragging your nails up his back.

He obliged happily, fucking you slowly, careful not to be too rough. Your chest was heaving, your body on fire against the cold tile of the shower, everything slick and steamy. Draco’s mouth moved along your neck and jaw, and your head was spinning as his hips repeatedly met yours.

“Need to feel you come around me, love,” Draco murmured, tweaking your nipples lightly, drawing a squeal from you.

“I’m close, just, a little faster,” you panted, gripping his shoulders. Within minutes you were coming undone, and you wouldn’t collapsed if it wasn’t for the shelf holding most of your weight. You felt Draco’s orgasm follow, leaving you both lightheaded and airy.

“Give me a minute before I can stand up.” You laughed, holding onto his arm to steady you.

The two of you finished getting clean, and you dried off before going to your bed. Your head rested on his chest, fingers tracing shapes over his milky skin until you fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning to soft noises in the kitchen. You got up and pulled Draco’s t shirt over your head, walking out to the kitchen to find Draco struggling.

“I was going to bring you some tea in bed but I can’t find the kettle.” He complained, and you giggled, shaking your head.

“What? Why’re you laughing at me?” He demanded, and you held his cheeks and kissed him.

“Hand me two cups, Malfoy.” You ordered, using his last name. His nose scrunched up, and he bit back the urge to complain about how you addressed him.

He obeyed you, and you filled the cups with filtered water, and put them in the microwave.

“You’re joking-” he started, and you cut him off with another kiss.

“We’re in america, sweetheart. I haven’t got a kettle.”

He was disturbed by your lack of kettle, but he trusted you to make good tea, and he didn’t want to upset you by judging your American ways. The term mudblood pricked into the back of his mind, instilled by his horrid father. He pushed the thought away, and wrapped his arms around you. He didn’t speak, but he hugged you tightly, and you rested against him.

“I love you,” his voice was full of such urgency, you didn’t know what had crossed his mind that made him feel the need to hold you so tightly and remind you of his affection.

“I love you too, Draco.” You touched his face gently, looking into his eyes.

You broke away to drop tea bags into your now-hot water. You put a bit of cream in Draco’s how he preferred it, and he kissed your cheek, pulling the two of you back to bed with your tea.

“We can get ready after this.” You decided, enjoying the warmth of your bed. Draco loved your tea, and he finished his more quickly than you. He traced the flowers printed on the duvet, listening to you talk about the museum you were taking him to.

He was enjoying the city so far, even though the noise had kept him up. He got dressed and admired you in a little white sundress. You spun around for him, and he kissed your lips, catching you and pulling you into him.

He couldn’t keep off of you now that the two of you had space. You’d graduated, and you were free. You could openly be loving without the judgement of teachers or other students, and no one was around that Draco had to protect his reputation from. 

He was always kissing you, holding your hand, or letting his hand rest on your knee now that you were away from judgemental gazes. He enjoyed just being with you. Draco was much more relaxed away from his family and aristocratic peers, and your life together in America was coming a solid reality.

Draco’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand as the two of you ascended the steps up to the MET. You turned, grinning at him in the sunshine, and you pushed up on your toes, kissing him sweetly. 

“I love you!” Draco announced when you dropped back down from kissing him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I love you too, Draco.” 

He let you pull him inside, and the two of you spent the entire day wandering through the endless rooms in the art museum, admiring the paintings, drawings, sculptures, and artifacts. 

Draco’s eyes lit up at the sketches of the dancers, he studied them for a long time. 

“I think I’d like to try art.” Draco informed you, and you looked up at him.

“You should, I think you’d be good at it.” You spoke encouragingly, and he smiled down at you.

“Do you mean that?” 

“I do.” You rubbed his arm and kissed his shoulder. 

“Come on, I want to see the impressionists. That’s my favorite part of this place.” 

He followed you, standing behind you as you admired the paintings. His arms were around your waist, and his head rested on your shoulder as he looked at the paintings with you. 

You stayed at the museum until it closed, going home and eating the leftover pizza on the balcony. You handed Draco a sketchbook you had, and some pens, earning a smile.

“I can use them?”

“Of course.” You nodded, and he began to sketch you, sitting there. You listened to the cars below, and happy people singing in an apartment above yours. His sketch was beautiful, and you smiled at him dreamily.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fluff #draco smut #draco #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco fanfic #draco malfoy fanfic #harry potter #hogwarts

[butwhyduh]

Ladies (and everyone here who identifies as non-ladies)!

Roadtrip with Tim but your car broke down so you get the from seat in watching him repair it in the blistering sun, in the middle of nowhere. Just the two of you 👀 (I'm not gonna lie B, inspired by your road trip.)

Warning:smut

You had the window rolled down as warm air blew in car. Your fingers slid out the window in the current as music played. Tim had a little smile and he held your hand softly. Every once in a while he’d sneak a glance at you as you stared at the expanse of the highway. How you could be entranced by cactus and desert was endearing.

The destination didn’t matter. Getting out was the reason. Another day pounding the pavement in cold wet Gotham was out of the question. He grabbed his girl and his jeep and looked for a warm destination to soak up the sun for a few days and now you were a thousand miles or more away on the other side of the country.

You grabbed your drink and took a sip and smiled back at Tim before turning up the music. Tim laughed and rolled his eyes. He couldn’t help but sneak glances at the sun dress you had put on. Thin and sweet and barely held the secret of what was beneath. When in Rome right?

Right about the time that he thought everything was perfect, he heard a rumbling in the engine and the Jeep’s RPM went nuts and Tim slowed down to stop on the side of the road.

“I’ll just check it out. I’m sure it’s nothing,” he said with a reassuring turn of his lips. “Look up the map to the next city, will you?”

“Yeah, sure Duckie,” you said pulling out your phone. He ducked his head back in the car.

“Keep an eye out for anyone coming this way and honk the horn if they stop, okay? Then lock the door.”

“Yeah. We’ll be fine. It’s the middle of the day in the middle of nowhere,” you reminded Tim.

“Sure,” he answered but it didn’t sound convincing. Tim moved to the front of the jeep and popped the hood up. You looked on your phone for the next city. It took you a few minutes to find with the slow rural signal.

You got out of the car to tell him but also stretch your legs. No one had even driven by in the 20 minutes you sat there. You walked in front of the Jeep to see Tim wiping sweat off his forehead. He rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned a button.

Your mind blanked. Holy hell was he hot. Sweaty and flushed with black grease on his fingers as he messed with parts you couldn’t pretend to know. His shiny black hair flopped in his eye. Tim turned something with a strain and you couldn’t help but stare at his forearms as the muscles rippled.

“Did you find out how far to the next town?” He asked. Your mind took a minute to catch up. Tim looked at you a little confused.

“Oh, uh, right. 20 minutes to the next town,” you said and he had a pleasantly confused look on his face but ignored how you stumbled on your words.

“Okay. I think it’s a spark plug that’s been acting up. I should have a few back here,” he said going to the back to dig in a toolbox. “Victory!” He said with a package in hand.

“Can you fix it?” You asked but your eyes were scanning over his body instead of listening to his words.

“Hopefully,” Tim said. He had a bead of sweat on his forehead. He was conditioned for cold weather and could work for hours but it was almost 90 degrees and Tim was sweating.

He bent over the engine and started working. You could have sat down but you would have missed the show. Tim suddenly stood upright and unbuttoned the shirt and took it off to only be in a white undershirt. He handed you the shirt to hold.

It was only a few minutes later that Tim had changed the offending car part. “Hey Sunshine,” he asked. “Can you turn it on for me? Don’t put it in drive or anything.”

“Yeah sure,” you said almost rolling your eyes. Of course you wouldn’t put it in drive unless you wanted to run Tim down. And the only thing going down was you on your knees as soon as you got a hotel room because Tim looked so damn good.

You got in the driver seat and started it up. Tim watched something under the hood and called out for you to turn it off after a few minutes.

“Did it fix it?” You asked looking around the hood. Tim had his arms crossed in front of his body and sweat had made his hair stick to his forehead.

“Not quite. Sorta,” he said in vague way that let you know that he was busy thinking. He walked back to his little tool box and pulled something else out. It was some tiny little part. Another spark plug maybe? This time when he tried to unscrew the other piece, it was difficult and you couldn’t help but watch his arm flex as he struggled to twist it before it finally came off. He even made a little grunting noise while twisting. Tim wiped his brow and you almost laughed. He left a streak of grease across his forehead. He twisted in the other part tightly.

“Try it again,” he said and you sat back and turned it on. He watched it again for a little bit before coming back with a grin. “You can cut it off and I’ll close the hood. I saved the day.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “So dramatic.”

“I guess you could have walked twenty miles to a mechanic who would tow it to his shop, do what I just did, and charge $400 while wasting a day. Or you could watch your boyfriend being all sweaty under a car hood. I know you were watching,” he said with a little smirk. You shrugged your shoulders shamelessly.

“You’re the one that took your shirt off babe. Honestly it’s your fault,” you said before shrieking as Tim grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. He peppered sweaty kisses all over your face.

“We’re getting a hotel room in the next town. I uh, don’t want to wait that long,” Tim whispered in your ear and you shivered.

“Twenty minutes, Duckie. Shorter if you go a little faster,” you suggested. He motioned for you to slide over to the passenger side. “I’ll rent the room online so it’s quicker.”

“That’s exactly why you’re the best,” he said starting the jeep again. Tim drove down the empty highway like a bat out of hell, hitting at least 90 miles an hour on the way there. His hand would reach over to squeeze your thigh every once in a while. You watched him with your lip in between your teeth and Tim winked at you.

Everyone in the hotel lobby probably knew exactly what was on your mind as you picked up the keys and hurried down the hallway to the little hotel room. You didn’t wait for Tim to fully open the room door before your lips were on his. Tim groaned before reaching around to hand the do not disturb sign on the door. As soon as the door latch clicked, you pressed him against the wall. Your hands wandered under his undershirt to feel his sweaty abs.

“Baby,” Tim said, pulling the string from your dress open and the fabric fell open to expose your undergarments. You shimmied out of the dress and pulled off your bra as Tim pulled his clothing off with equal haste. Not a second after your panties fell to the floor was Tim grabbing your waist and pushing you on the bed. He smelled of sweat and car grease and his skin was much warmer than usual from the sun. Even his lips tasted of cherry limeade from the drink he had bought at the last stop.

“Oh Tim,” you moaned as he kissed down your neck to take a nipple in his mouth and suck. “Fuck,” you arched into his touch. Tim smirked against your skin and slid a hand up your thigh to between your legs to feel your wetness.

You gripped his back and pulled him closer. “Tim,” you whined. “I want you,” you said semi frantic. What had gotten into, you’ll never know, but you could want him anymore than you did at that exact moment.

“I got you,” he said opening your leg a little wider and sliding in. You exhaled audibly with your eyes closed. It didn’t take long for him to have a rhythm going that had you making little noises.

“Fuck, Tim,” you breathed. He rested his head on the curve of your neck and you could hear and feel him panting against your skin. Tim leaned on one forearm and his other hand roamed your body. Squeezing a breast here, holding a hip there. Finally he reached down to rub your clit and it only took a few flicks before you clenched around him. Your hands tightly grasped his hips and you whimpered through your high. Tim groaned and wasn’t far behind you.

“Fuck baby,” Tim said kissing your cheeks and forehead and even over your eyes before gently kissing your lips. He settled in and made out with you so sweetly without pulling out. His tongue softly slid against yours before curling up to caress in your mouth. It was lazy and languished. He finally pulled back. “Wanna move this party to the shower?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

#Tim drake x reader #Tim drake smut #Red Robin x reader #Red Robin smut #batboy x reader #gear head! Tim drake

[football-writing]

I love you out loud

Summary: Last part of the miniseries!! The new season starts and Mason has to leave after spending his holidays with Y/N. Feelings are accidentally revealed in the process.

Note: aahhh it’s the last part! Inspiration doesn’t often strike me like this and I’m so happy it was well received :) thanks everyone for reading ! Hope you enjoy this last part too💙

Warnings: Mason’s mum makes a guest appearance again, some curse words as always and *feelingssss* 

Mason was hurrying around the house trying to gather all his things for the first training of the season. After the euros and his holidays, she had spend most of her time at his house. But now it was time for him to start training at Cobham again, and she was there to wave him goodbye. It was their little ritual for when he started a new season; they would have one last day together to eat all the snacks that he wasn’t allowed to eat when the season started again, before they would say their goodbyes as his family picked him up so they could say goodbye too. It was the last day they had together before getting back to their respective busy lives.

But now it was time for Mason to leave, and he was running around the house trying to find everything he needed, while she was waiting amusedly for him.

“Okay, Y/N I think I have everything.” He finally said as he came jogging down the stairs with his training bag.

“Good, I was thinking I’d have to sit here all day waiting for you.”

“Oh shut it, you. You could’ve helped me look for my stuff too, we’d have more time left together.”

“Now, what would be the fun in that?” She laughed with him and ruffled his hair as he sat down next to her on the couch, putting the bag down beside him. Truth is, she didn’t want him to leave so soon. Their time together this year was the best time they’d had together, and she felt they had grown closer over everything that happened.

Unbeknownst to her, Mason felt the same. If he could extend the start of his season a bit, he would do it in a heartbeat just so he could spend more time with her. As much as he loved football, he had come to find out that he loved her too, and maybe even more so than his love for the sport. Although he had thought of telling her, he ultimately decided against it. With both of their lives being so busy, and him not even sure if she reciprocated his feelings, he figured it was best not to risk their friendship.

“I can’t believe the new season’s already starting. It feels like these holidays went by way too quickly.” She sighed as she broke their silence.

“I know.”

“Are you excited?”

“Maybe. I’m happy to see everyone again, hopefully get the groove back on for the first game” he chuckled. “but I could’ve used a couple more days off.”

She was about to agree, when his phone pinged with a text from his mum saying they were almost there.

“Well, I guess it’s really time for me to go now.” He spoke sadly as both of them stood up.

They both walked towards the front door, and she leaned against the doorframe as he stepped outside.

“Good luck, Mase.” She called out softly after him.

“Good luck? For training? I think I’ll manage, Y/N.” He laughed at her.

“Oh, shush you. Just accept it.” She rolled her eyes, a smile forming on her lips nonetheless.

“Fine. Thanks.” He deadpanned. “I gotta go now, I love you.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, both of them froze. He turned around with a shocked expression on his face, cheeks flushed and eyes slightly wide. Neither of them had ever said ‘I love you’ before. They expressed their love without saying it, just by being there for each other. Besides, Mason’s reaction to his own words told her that they had more than just a friendly undertone.

“Y/N- I’m so sorry I take that back.” He said as he panicked.

“You.. You take it back?” She questioned. He was looking anywhere but her right now, only nodding slowly at her question.

“Well, if you take it back than I won’t say it back either.” She said matter-of-factly.

The speed with which he turned around to look her right in the eyes, his mouth agape with pure shock, was almost comical if it hadn’t been for his previous confession.

“Would you.. Wait what?” He spluttered out.

He took a step forward quickly as he realised what she meant, his hands reaching out for her waist.

“I won’t take it back.” He whispered then, his eyes focused on hers.

“I love you too, Mase.” She whispered back, a smile taking over his features at her confession. Never in a million years would he have guessed she would feel the same, that this would ever happen. And now here they are.

And as they’re looking into each other’s eyes, both leaning in to finally, finally, kiss for the first time, a loud car honk broke them apart.

“Oh my god! I called it!” His mother yelled from the open car window from the car that was now stood in front of Mason’s house.

Mason threw his head back and let out a low groan in frustration as his mother interrupted their moment, while she just laughed at the whole situation. This was completely surreal.

“Well. I guess I really have to go now. Sorry about her.” He said as he pointed to his mum, looking at her apologetically.

“S’okay.” She smiled up at him. If it wasn’t for him now being painfully aware of his mum being there, he would get lost into her beautiful eyes. He’s still awestruck by the fact that she actually likes him back. Hell, she loves him.

“So. Goodbye, Y/N.” He says after clearing his throat, before awkwardly waving at her as he walked towards the car.

“Mase?” She called out sweetly. He turned around with a hopeful expression. Did she still want to kiss him?

“You forgot your training bag.”

“Fuck.”

#and they lived happily ever after✨ #lol #mason mount fic #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount miniseries #mason mount #thanks for sticking around y’all it was pleasure writing this

[leossmoonn]

Close Call [Damon Salvatore]

masterlist 

pairing - damon salvatore x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

note - hey, guys! this was a request , enjoy :)

summary - damon and you get in a fight and it ends up with you in an accident. damon finds you and helps you with your injuries

warnings - language, car crash, blood loss, mention of cuts and bruises, physical fight, lil make out session in the beginning. also don’t read this if you aren't on like season 4 lol

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Sun peaked through the window and into your eyes, blinding you for a few moments. You turned around in bed, sighing contently as you laid your eyes on your boyfriend of 4 months. He was already awake and looked to already be staring at you. 

“It’s creepy to stare,” you smirked. 

“I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful when you sleep,” Damon smiled and put his hand up to your face. He tucked your hair behind your ear and moved closer to you. 

“Is that so?” You giggled. 

He nodded and put his lips onto yours. You let out a pleased moan into his mouth. His hands went from your cheeks down to your arm. He caressed your skin, going down to your bare thighs. You sighed into the kiss, raking your hands through his hair. 

He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you pouting. 

“More,” you whined and leaned in to kiss him again. 

“No, no, I need to go,” he said, resting his hand on your waist under your shirt. 

“Go where?” You asked. You made patterns on his cheek with your index finger.

“Go and kill Klaus,” Damon explained. He got up using his vamp speed and went to the bathroom. 

You furrowed your brows. Go kill Klaus? You two had talked about a plan with Elena, Stefan, Caroline, and Bonnie that did not include Damon just running off by himself. 

“I thought we made up a plan last night, though,” you said as you went over to the bathroom. 

Damon shrugged and got into the shower. “Yeah. Well, little Gilbert, Stefan, Alaric, and I made up a different one.”

“Why? Our plan was perfectly fine. Plus, when does Stefan actually want to help?” You asked, stepping into the shower with him. 

“Stefan still loves Elena. Deep down he does. Under all that “Klaus-broke-me-” crap,” Damon said. 

You nodded, understanding that. You still didn’t understand why Damon went behind your back. 

“You realize that I’m not letting you risk your life by fighting a thousand year old hybrid, right?” You chuckled. 

“I know. That’s why Stefan is going to make sure you don’t get in the way,” Damon smiled sweetly. 

You scoffed, “I am not being held hostage while my boyfriend is going on a suicide mission.”

“You have to, babe. Otherwise you’ll die.”

“Oh, and that’s different from you dying.”

“Yes, I’m a vampire. I’ll have a bunch of stakes with me, white oak stakes to be exact. I’ll be fine,” he shrugged. 

You frowned and shook your head. “Klaus will kill you. He’s too strong, especially with all his hybrids. Jeremy and Alaric are just human. You’re the only vampire. The only thing Klaus needs to do is aim a regular stake at your heart to kill you. I have a feeling Klaus is good with aim, too.”

“I said I’ll be fine! Don’t be so dramatic,” Damon brushed your concerns off. 

“I am not being dramatic! Sorry that I'm worried about you facing the world’s most dangerous predator,” you scoffed and got out of the shower. 

Damon sighed and followed you. “I have all of Alaric’s weapons with me! Especially those wolfsbane grenades.”

You rolled your eyes. “I said you’re not going. I don’t care if I have to chain you to the bed, but you are not risking your life. We made up a plan last night, and that is the plan you are going with.”

“No, Y/n! I’m doing this my way, wether you like it or not.”

You huffed. “You are such a dick sometimes.”

Damon growled and before you knew it, you were being slammed into the wall. Damon’s eyes went red and you breathed in in fear.   

“I said I am going. Stefan is going to make sure you don’t interfere. Got it?” Damon whispered. 

Your fear diminished and you raised your hand. You slapped him across the face. He let you go, shocked that you had hit him. 

“I am not a little child you can boss around. I am your girlfriend and I am allowed to be worried for you. But, fine, since you obviously don’t need me or care what I have to say, then I’ll go. I hope your plan turns into a shit-show,” you spat and walked out of the bathroom. 

You put your hair up quickly and got dressed into the clothes you had worn the night before. You rushed out of Damon’s rooms and down the stairs. 

“Hey, Y/n... you okay?” Stefan walked up to you and asked. 

“Shove it,” you muttered and walked out the door. 

You ran to your car and swung the door open. You sniffled and wiped your nose while getting in. 

“Lock me up in the house like a dog. Who the hell does he think he is!” You exclaimed to yourself. 

You started the car and drove fast out of the Salvatore gates. You didn’t know where you were going, but you just wanted to get as far away as you could. 

You knew Damon had always been protective and at times, controlling, but this was a new level. He never actually had to lock you in the house. He also never lied to you before and went behind your back. 

A part of you felt like you were overreacting. You've seen Stefan and Damon go behind people’s back’s before. They always had another plan in motion. But, the difference was that this time, Damon was going behind your back. 

You sighed and wiped the tears from your eyes. Your phone started to ring and you ignored that, as you were driving. You let the call die out, but then your phone started to ring again. You rolled your eyes, knowing it was Damon. You knew he wouldn't stop until you answered. 

So you slowed down your car and reached for your phone which was on the passenger seat. You frowned as it was too far. Your eyes went to the road and quickly went back to your phone. As you reached further, you heard a car honk at you. You finally were able to grab your phone, but before you new it, the car that was honking at you collided with your car. 

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You woke up with your head throbbing. You opened your eyes slowly, feeling dizzy and nauseous. You looked at your surroundings. You were in your car, but it didn’t look right. It was when you looked up that you realized you were upside down in your car. 

Tears clouded your eyes. You looked around yourself, seeing a glass shards from your window shelf lodged in your thigh, wrist, and right below your neck in your collar bone. 

You cried out in horror and pain. “Shit!”

Blood was dripping down to the roof from your neck. 

“Shit. Shit. Shit!” You cursed. 

Your mind felt foggy from all the blood loss. You found yourself calling out Damon’s name in the silence. 

“Damon! Save me, please! Damon, please! Damon...” your hoarse voice called out to him. 

You felt your eyes droop and it felt hard to breathe. “Damon!” You let out one last yell before you fell back into the darkness. 

A few moments later and you awoke again. You opened your eyes slightly, seeing a tall figure next to you. The figure went down to your level and you saw that it was Damon. 

“Hey, baby, I’m gonna get you out of here. Okay?” He said and put his hand against your cheek. 

You nodded, your mind still hazy. You went in and out of consciousness once again. Every few moments, you fell back in your seat, then woke up, to only faint again. 

“Fuck,” you heard Damon mutter as you went into consciousness again. 

“Y/n? Are you awake? I need you to do something for me,” he said. 

“Huh?” You said. Your voice was hoarse and distant. Like you were just waking up from a deep, deep sleep. 

“I need you to put your hands on the roof for me. Can you do that for me, babe?” Damon asked. 

You looked at him, eyes half-open-half-closed. You nodded slowly, putting your hands up weakly to the roof.

“I know you’ve lost a lot of blood, but I need you to try and push on the roof as hard as you can. Okay, princess?” Damon asked softly. 

You nodded, your eyes going back down. Damon cursed again, thinking you were going to go back into unconsciousness again. But, you kept your hands on the roof and pushed up as hard of you could. 

Damon saw this and then lifted your car so he could move it slightly to where he would have more access to you. He went back down on his knees and put his arms around you and his hands on your seatbelt. 

“What’s happening?” You asked. 

“I’m saving you. Here, I'm gonna unbuckle you and that’s where you slide into my arms and out of the car, okay?” He said. 

You nodded, gaining more consciousness. He unbuckled your seatbelt and you pushed yourself out of the seat, easily sliding into Damon's arms. Damon scooted you back so you two sat on the road, you on his lap. 

“Y/n? Stay awake for me, princess. You can do this,” he said and put his hand on the glass shard in your thigh. 

“Damon...” your voice drifted off. 

“I’m here, baby. I’m gonna pull the glass out. It’ll only hurt for a few moments,” he said. 

You nodded and he pulled the shard out of your thigh. You cried out in pain and Damon cringed. He hated seeing you in pain. Especially since he was the cause of it. 

“I’m gonna do your wrist and collar bone,” he said. 

You nodded quickly, biting your lip in anticipation. He pulled the glass out of you skin quickly, earning two screams from you while doing so. 

“It’s okay, princess. It’s over now. Here, let me feed you some of my blood so you can heal,” he said and started to bite his wrist, but you shook your head. 

“Take me... hospital.. in case.. die,” you said weakly. 

He furrowed his brows, but obeyed your wishes. He rushed you to the hospital with his vamp speed. 

“She got in a car crash. Help her,” Damon said to a nurse and gestured to your unconscious body in his arms. 

“We don’t have enough rooms now, sir, please wait,” the nurse said. 

Damon growled and looked into her eyes. “That’s bullshit. My girlfriend is about to die here, so get me a room or I’ll rip your throat out.”

The nurse’s eyes widened and she nodded quickly. She led Damon to a room and he set you down on a bed. 

The doctors came in and got you an oxygen tube, blood transfusion, and cleaned your cuts and got you into clean, hospital clothes. 

You didn’t come into full consciousness until an hour later. During that hour, Damon had called your friends and told them the news. Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, Matt, and Stefan came into your room and waited with Damon for you to wake up. 

You finally woke up, gasping loudly and your eyes flying open.

“Wha-where am I?” You asked, looking around the room. You calmed down once you saw the friendly faces of your friends. 

“You’re in the hospital, Y/n. Damon brought you here after the car crash. Are you okay?” Bonnie came over to you and asked. She held your hand, tears of relief falling down her cheeks. 

“Oh,” you said. You looked at Damon, faint memories of him saving you from dying resurfacing. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. My thigh and wrist is sore, though,” you frowned. 

“Yeah, the doctor wrapped your injuries. Damon said you refused his vampire blood, so he took you to the hospital. We’ve been waiting for about an hour for you to wake up,” Matt said. 

“Thank you guys for waiting. Sorry if I caused a lot of worry,” you smiled apologetically as you saw the tears on all their faces. 

“It’s okay. We’re just glad Damon got there in time,” Elena smiled at you. She came over to you and gave you a hug. 

You smiled and hugged her back. “Where is Damon?”

“He was getting you some ice cream,” Caroline said. 

You smiled and nodded. A knock at the door sounded and you tore your eyes away from your friends. Your eyes landed on Damon who held the most guilty look on his face. 

“We’ll give you some alone time,” Caroline smiled. Your friends went out into the hallway and Damon came in. 

“I got you your favorite. They only had a pint at the store, no gallon, which is weird,” he said and set the ice cream down on a nearby table. 

“Thank you, Damon,” you smiled. 

Damon sighed and came over to you. He sat at the end of your bed, placing his hands on yours. 

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole. You had a right to be worried. I shouldn’t have gone behind your back. It’s just Klaus has threatened to kill you so much, and I want to kill him so bad. I’m your boyfriend, I was just trying to protect you. I’m sorry I made you upset and got you hurt, and almost killed you. I'm so sorry,” Damon apologized while tears fell from his eyes. 

You smiled forgivingly. “It’s okay, babe. You were the one who saved me, anyways. I forgive you. I’m sorry for hitting you. That wasn’t the right way to handle the situation. I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad.”

Damon smiled and shook his head. “No, I’m fine. Your slap felt like a little tap to me.”

You laughed, “Interesting. But, Damon, just don’t go behind my back again, please.”

“I promise I won’t. I love you,” Damon said and leaned in to kiss you. 

You kissed him back, your hand wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer. Your heart monitor went up and you two pulled away, laughing. 

“I get you all flustered, huh?” Damon smirked. 

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, a blush forming on your cheeks. 

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The VCR clock flashed as midnight as the front door of his house opened, Jason honked his car horn as they got inside.

"Night J!" Brian yelled before shutting the front door "What a night" he said. Vicki slowly approached him, wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing him into a deep kiss. "Eow...what was that for?" he asked holding her close.

"Told you I'd find some way to thank you for the tickets right?" she asked. "So...your parents are away for the weekend?" she asked gliding her hands over his chest.

"They are" he said taking her hand and kissing it.

"What about your mom? She know where you are tonight?" he asked.

She laughed "My mother thinks I am sleeping over at Emily's tonight" she said to him "And your brother? Will he be making an appearance?" she asked.

"He's away as well, camping trip with his buddies" he said pushing her hair behind her ears.

"Mm...so we're alone" she said smiling seductively at him.

"At last" he said smiling at her "What's with the bag?" he asked nodding towards her pink overnight bag that sat on a chair next to them.

"Oh nothing...just the uh...surprise I mentioned yesterday" she said playing with his shirt "You want it?" she asked.

"Depends on what it is" he said.

"Oh trust me I think you'll like it" she said.

"Is it what I think it is?" he asked playfully.

"Could be" she said as they kissed softly and sweetly.

He took her hand, leading her towards the stairs "Here I got that" he said taking her bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Wow, so chivalrous" she said in surprise.

"Oh wait" he said stopping at the bottom step.

"What?" she asked confused.

She squealed as he swiftly picked her up, cradling her in his arms, they kissed and she giggled as he carried her up the stairs. He pushed open his bedroom door and flipped the lights on, setting Vicki on the floor.

"Thank you" she said setting her bag on his bed.

She took her jacket off, he shut his bedroom door, standing against it watching Vicki running her fingers through her hair smoothing it out and letting it fall, framing her face. She turned to see him leaning up against the door smiling at her "What?" she asked.

"Nothing, you're just beautiful that's all" he said coming closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him they kissed deeply "Mm... I missed you" he said kissing her neck.

"Did I go somewhere?" she asked as they laughed.

"You know what I mean" he said.

"Yeah I missed you too" she said as they kissed "I'll be right back" she said as they kissed and she disappeared with her bag into the bathroom.

He turned on a stereo turning the volume down low, a sensual beat began to fill the room. He then pulled the curtains closed, grabbed a pack of matches and lit the few candles that sat around the room. Smoke billowed up from the match stick, he then turned the lights out He sat at the edge of the bed, taking his shoes off and unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off and lied back on his bed. He pulled the drawer to his nightstand open and began to search through it.

"Ahem" Vicki said clearing her throat, he turned his head, doing a double take to look at her, framed in the doorway wearing a soft silky pink nightgown with black lace trim that clung to her."Well? What do you think?" she asked twirling around for him.

"Ooh" he said shutting the nightstand drawer and crawling towars her.

"You like it?" she asked.

"Oh I love it" he said.

"I thought you might" she said inching her way closer to his bed. She giggled slightly as he pulled her into him wrapping his arm around her waist. "Tonight was amazing" she said wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Yeah well...it's not over yet" he said smiling.

"Ooh, really?" Vicki asked as they kissed softly, their lips brushing together lightly before melding into each other. "What does that mean?" she asked, he grinned at her wickedly, she giggled as they fell on to the bed, her head hitting the pillows, he swept her hair away from her face.

She reached up to run her hands over his bare shoulders, her fingertips lightly grazing his chest, he took her hand and held it in his own, kissing it softly, their noses brushed together.

"I love you so much" he said softly, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I love you too" she said softly to him as he pressed his lips to hers.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him, the silk of her nightgown feeling smooth on his fingertips his hands grazing her body. His fingertips lightly grazed her arms, he pulled the slinky straps of her nightgown down off her shoulders. The silk slid against her smooth skin as he slowly pulled it from her body, it glided off of the bed and to the floor, leaving her in her black lace bra and panties.

She pulled him down on top of her, he began to grind his body against hers. They sat up and she stood on her knees reaching out to grab the button of his jeans and pulled it open, pulling the zipper down, looking at him seductively. He wrapped his arm around her waist burying his face into the crook of her neck, working downward, softly kissing and sucking on her cleavage. He reached around her back for the clasp on her bra and pulled it open, he slid the straps down, his breath quickening, he felt himself becoming harder as he kissed her neck.

He slid her bra off of her and threw it to the floor, letting it join the pile of clothes that were accumulating on the floor. He leaned forward, lying Vicki down on the bed, he pulled the covers down and they settled in between the sheets. She trickled her fingertips lightly down his sides, coming to his boxers, she hooked her fingers into the waistband and used her feet to sweep them down his legs, freeing him. He ran his hands down her sides, squeezing her gently planting soft kisses on her thighs.

The aching for him was unbearable as he slid her panties down her legs. his lips crashed on top hers, taking her mouth into a long wanting kiss. She gasped, her mouth falling open as she felt him thrust inside her head fell back, she sighed, moaning softly. They slowly rocked back and forth, he groaned as he felt her nails dig into his back. He pulled the sheet away from her full breasts, teasing her nipple with his tongue, filling his hand with the other and squeezing it, groping her.

He sucked softly on her other breast, she moaned as he teased the other with his thumb flicking it back and forth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him further inside of her, he began to move faster. She ran her fingers through his hair, whimpering softly, he groaned as he continued to thrust into her each time harder and quicker. He moaned, reaching forward to grip the sheets in his fists, his thrusts becoming harder.

The night wore on, Vicki's hair hung from the edge of the bed, cascading towards the floor they shared small kisses, the sheets twisted, pillows at their feet, the comforter had fallen to the floor. They broke apart, trying to catch their breath.

He groaned as he rolled over to the other side of the bed falling next to her "Wow" he said panting.

"That was incredible" she said, she rolled over and slid on top of him, planting small kisses along his neck and chest. "I don't know about you, but I could use a nice hot shower right about now" she said "Care to join me?" she asked sliding off of him and off of the bed, pulling the sheet around her. He smiled wickedly and got off of the bed, she squealed as he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. Steam billowed out from the bathroom as they stepped out, wrapped in towels.

"Wow" he said "You're amazing you know that?" he asked.

"Yeah well, you're not the only one who had to do without for three weeks" she said.

"Really? well, why don't we make up for that" he said, running his finger down the center of her chest and hooking it into her towel pulling it away from her.

"And how about I show you how amazing I can really be" she said pulling the towel from his waist.

They reconnected in a deep kiss, he ran his fingers through her long wet locks, gently lying her back down on the bed, soaking the sheets with their slick wet bodies. The early morning hours began to creep in, candle wax began to melt on the surface of his nightstand. They lied tangled in the rumpled sheets together still locked in deep and passionate kisses.

He held her closely "I love you so much" he said drawing her in close, playing with a strand of her hair.

"I love you more" she said to him trailing her fingertips lightly across his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, she rested her head on his chest and they faded into sleep.- Pomp & Circumstance ch.17 "Nothing But a Good Time"

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If We Started Dating

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Summary: Y/N normally sits alone on the jet rides home, but this time Morgan invites her to sit with him

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Y/N experiences a lot of guilt and blames herself for how the case ended. Derek comforts her and assures her it was not her fault.

Normally on the jet rides home, you would sit by yourself. It was just the way that you were able to process each case. You would sit and listen to music or read a book. But you never sat with the rest of the team. It was your time that you set aside to just relax and think.

The rest of the team had seemed to notice this, and never questioned it. They knew everyone coped in different ways.

However, this case wasn’t like any case the team had ever helped on. This case had a terrible ending, and it had ended bad because the team had made some bad decisions.

So especially now, you were sitting alone on the jet. You were looking out the window, just thinking. You were thinking of every other possible outcome that could have happened, it you all had made the right call. You couldn’t help but feel like it was all your fault. Your job was to protect people and you felt like you had failed at that today.

You put in some headphones and tried to drown out your thoughts. You felt a knot form in the bottom of your stomach. You felt absolutely sick to your stomach. You happened to glance across the aisle and saw Derek sitting there. He had headphones in too. You both made eye contact. He mouthed “you okay?”.

One of the downsides of being a profiler and having friends that were profilers, meant they always knew what you were thinking about.

You gave him a weak smile and mouthed the words “I’m good”. You were sure that you hadn’t convinced him at all. He nodded in response. He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press you any further.

You closed your eyes and listened to your music, but you couldn’t get the faces of the victims out of your mind. You took your headphones out and placed them down. You stood up and quickly walked into the bathroom.

You felt sick to your stomach. You got a paper towel damp in the sink. You pressed it to your forehead, trying to make your nausea go away. You put your hands next to the sink and just looked down. You tried to breathe in and out.

Then, you heard a light knock at the bathroom door. “I’ll be right out” you responded. You figured someone actually needed the bathroom. Then you heard Derek outside the door. “It’s me babygirl, open the door” he said, kindly.

Derek and you had always had a special bond. He was the first one that you met on your first day. He introduced you to everyone and gave you tips on how to get on everyone’s good side. Since then, the two of you were always at each other’s side.

You always had each other’s back, in the field and in everyday life. The only time you two weren’t together was the jet rides back after cases.

You put the paper towel in the trash can and then opened the bathroom door. He was standing there and he looked concerned. As soon as you opened the door, he had his arms open for you.

He knew you well enough that he knew exactly what you were feeling. “Come here, it’s okay” he said, softly. You sighed and walked into his arms. He rocked you back and forth. You felt yourself finally relax in his arms.

“I could have saved them and I didn’t. Derek, how am I supposed to cope with that?” You asked him. He pulled away so he could face you. “None of this was your fault. You can not blame yourself for what happened” he told you. You could tell he meant it, you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

“But I should’ve known that it was the wrong call” You told him, still not being convinced that it wasn’t your fault. “The whole team agreed, we all thought it was the right choice. This is on all of us, we are a team. It’s never one person’s fault” he reassured you.

“Thank you” You said, as you pulled away from him. “Are you okay now?” He asked, still concerned about you. “Yeah I’ll be good” you told him.

“Alright let’s go sit back down” he said turning around. You both walked to where the seats were. Derek sat down where he had been sitting and you sat in your original seat.

“What are you doing? Get over here” he told you, chuckling to himself. “But I always sit by myself” you said, confused. “Not today babygirl, come here” he said, sweetly.

You smiled to yourself and got up and sat down next to him on the double wide seat. “That’s better” he said, putting his arm around your shoulders. “You’re a dork” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah, but I made you laugh” he said, smiling to himself.

You couldn’t help but blush, Derek was really such a sweet and compassionate friend.

Quickly, Derek had fallen asleep. You could tell because his breathing slowed and became more regular. You saw Emily start to wake up. She on the other side of the plane. She made eye contact with you and just smirked to herself.

She held her hands up and made a heart shape, trying to tease you. You just rolled your eyes in response. She continued to tease you and make kissy faces.

Emily knew about your crush on Derek. You wouldn’t be surprised if the whole team, including Derek, knew. It was pretty obvious.

You just sighed to yourself as Emily picked up a book and started to read. You felt Derek stir a little. “Is she making the faces again?” He asked, his eyes still closed. “Uhh what?”you asked him. “The kissy faces?” He repeated.

“Oh yeah, was she doing it before?” You asked him, confused. “Yeah, while we talked over by the bathroom” he said. “Oh, I didn’t notice” you said, giggling. “Well you know what we could do to stop her?” He asked you, opening his eyes and looking at you.

“No, I don’t. What did you have in mind?” You asked him, curiously. “Well I bet if we started dating, she would stop with the teasing” he suggested.

You were shocked, to say the least. Derek and you never really flirted, despite being best friends. You guys didn’t have the relationship that him and Penelope had. You guys didn’t have that constant flirty banter that they had. You were just really good friends.

“Just to make her stop teasing us?” You asked, hoping that he would say that wasn’t the only reason you two should date.

“Come on Y/N, you know how a feel about you” he said, now whispering. “I do?” You asked, confused.

Derek quickly glanced up and you saw him look around the jet. Then he quickly pecked you on the lips. It was magical, but all too short. You didn’t even have time to react, you were just left sitting there stunned.

“Did that make it clear to you?” He whispered in your ear. “Yeah, I think that idea you had is pretty good” you said, with a cheesy smile. You interlaced your fingers with his. “Really? You’d like to go out some time?” He asked, in shock.

“Come on Derek, you’re always talking about how you're such a ladies man. Why are you shocked I said yes? You had to know that I liked you” you told him. You were both barely speaking above a whisper, not wanting the rest of the team to overhear anything. “I’m shocked, because you’re the first girl that I’ve really really cared about. And I feel so lucky right now. You have no idea” he said, smiling.

“I am just as lucky. Although Penelope might be a little jealous and try and steal you away from me” you said, giggling. “No, she won’t be surprised. She knew about how much I liked you. She was always scheming and trying to set us up” he said.

He started to rub his thumb along the back of your hand. Everyone knew that Derek Morgan was always a charmer with the ladies. But you never expected him to be so soft and caring. It was really sweet.

“Well just so you’re aware, as soon as we’re away from the rest of the team, you better be prepared to kiss me again. And I get to kiss you back this time. Last time it was too short” you told him, smirking to yourself. “Your wish is my command” he said, giving your hand a squeeze.

And when you guys got back to Quantico, as soon as you got near Derek’s car, his lips were on yours. You had backed up into the car, pulled Derek with you. You were leaning against the door and he had his hands firmly placed on your hips. You both pulled away once for air and then again when Emily drove by and honked at the both of you.

That was when you both decided that you should probably go home, before you guys got caught by anybody else.

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CHAPTER ONE

The Daydream

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Beeeep. Beeeep. Beeeep. 

The sound of your alarm clock wakes you up on the final day in April. Groggily, you lift your arm high enough just to trigger the alarm off. You then yawn and burry yourself deeper into the covers.

"Just... five more..." you tell yourself as you start to fall asleep.

"Ow! Jesus, fuck that hurt!" you hear your dad scream from downstairs.

"No..." you mumble, "please shut up."

"Maybe if you weren't in such a damn rush you wouldn't have almost cut your finger open!" your mom yells after him.

"You're both idiots," you groan as you peek your head out of the covers.

Well, I guess I'm not going back to bed. I should get up anyway, they'll probably honk for me at least twice before I'm out of the house...

After sitting yourself up, you slide on your slippers and leave your room. You walk downstairs and into the kitchen and find your parents both rushing around the house to get ready for work.

"Good morning sweetie," your mom hums softly as she kisses you on the cheek.

"Mhm," you mumble back as she jogs past you, into the bathroom. 

You walk up to the refrigerator in the hopes of finding some leftovers you could use for today's lunch. To your dismay, the refrigerator is practically bare. Inside, you grab a loaf of bread and whatever else you need to make a sandwich.

You quickly stuff half the sandwich into your mouth while you look around for some tin foil to wrap the other half in for your lunch today.

After devouring the breakfast half, you bring your packed lunch to your room and place it inside your backpack. You then find time to change into your school uniform, wash up, and grab your notebooks and stuff it into your backpack. Just as you finish, you head your parents' footsteps gathering towards the front door.

Shit, I'm late.

You run downstairs as fast as you can, hearing the car horn honk twice as you open the door and lock it behind you.

"Sorry," you catch your breath, "Had a late start this morning."

"Wake up earlier," you hear your dad grumble as he folds his arms.

The rest of the car ride is silent except for the sounds on the AM radio your dad has put on to hear if there will be any traffic going into work today.

When the car finally reaches your school, you gather your belongings together. Just as you're about to exit, your mother calls out to you. You look at her a bit confused, especially by the genuinely sweet look on her typically stern face.

"Happy birthday, kitten."

"Oh, thanks," you force a smile before stepping out of the car.

You walk away from the car, not bothering to look back until you know they're long gone. Only then do you let out a sigh of frustration.

I shouldn't be so upset. I thought they were going to forget completely.

As you walk to the front of Karasuno High you find your friends Mayumi and Satsuki waiting for you, their features making it easy for you to spot them from far away. Satsuki's extremely messy brown hair paired with her brown eyes and black glasses accompanied by Mayumi's red-orange signature pigtails and big green eyes almost has them sticking out like sore thumbs.

Once the two of them spot you, Mayumi waves and runs up to you. You notice she's carrying a bag in her hand as she heads towards you.

"Y/N!" she beams as she wraps her arms around you excitedly, "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks, Mayu," you smile genuinely for the first time all day.

Mayumi nods and grabs on to your hand. She then drags you over to where Satsuki had been waiting.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," Satsuki says sweetly.

You thank them both again, this time adding that you're glad they both remembered.

"Of course we remembered, silly! You're our best friend!" Mayumi beams.

"You're right," you chuckle. "Man, I wish I didn't have to leave the two of you in a few months..."

Satsuki shakes her head. "Don't think like that," she tells you.

"Yeah, but anyway you'll do great in England!" Mayumi interrupts.

"I heard it was cold and boring there," you pout, not wanting to think about the positives of moving.

"Pshht," Mayumi waves her arms around like a crazy person. "There's more to it than that! There's got to be tons to do and people to meet!" She then begins to wiggle her eyebrows up and down, "and maybe you'll even meet someone!"

"Sure," you dismiss the last comment, "In all of my eighteen years, nobody has ever expressed interest in me like that so it's not likely that'll just magically happen when I move, you know."

"Forget about it," Satsuki sighs after sternly shaking her head at Mayumi to end the conversation. "Let's just go inside before we're late."

Inside your building, the three of you finally stop walking once you're reached your locker.

"Mayu, can you hand Y/N her present so she can put it in her locker?"

"Sure," Mayumi nods as she hands you the gift bag. "Y/N, you can open it after school, okay?"

"Okay, thanks," you smile as you take the gift.

The three of you then split up and go to your respective classes. In yours, you sit down in your usual seat and zone out as your teacher begins to speak.

"This is so boring," you think to yourself as you look out towards the window, past the random boy who sits next to you.

It's such a nice day out, why do we have to be stuck inside? I heard it rains a lot in England too... I wish I could just go outside instead of being here and enjoy my last days in Japan.

While the lecture continues, you find yourself beginning to compose a list of things you'd like to do before leaving Japan.

Yuri Gardens, Shiro Castle, Tanjiro Island

Once your class is over, a bunch of students rush past you to leave the classroom and accidentally knock down your notebook. You watch as the four of them rush out of the room, your eyebrows furrowing in anger as you have half a mind to chase after them.

When you finally get over yourself, you look down to the ground where your notebook had been, only to see it gone and replaced with two shoes. You follow the shoes all the way up until you recognize the person as the boy who sits next to you in class. His light grey hair making him easily distinguishable. However, it's his hazel eyes and the birthmark under his left eye that you decide to pay more attention to.

Following his eyes down, you notice that he's reading your poorly constructed list you had just created during class.

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