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skinnyducky · 3 years

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ex’s and oh’s // v.h.

a/n i’m conflicted on this. part of me likes it, but part of me is like meh. but, this is just a clarification, in no way shape or form is this slander towards nailea. we love and stan her. also, this is not suggesting that her and vinnie ever dated. as the great ariana said, “women can be friends with people with dicks and not hop on them.” anyways, i hope this is what you expected and wanted and i hope you enjoy !

Word Count: 1634, slightly edited

WARNING: mix of angst, mix of fluff, language, and i think that’s all

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It had been a month since your best friend, Vinnie, had asked you out. Within that month, he posted a shit-ton about you. It was flattering, however, while you were appreciative of him expressing his adoration for you on social media, you questioned it. Sure, it was normal for any boyfriend to post his girlfriend, but to do it the second after you made it official? You’d thought he’d want to hold off on sharing your relationship, especially after his breakup with his ex, Nailea.

Nevertheless, you weren’t opposed to him showing you off. You’ve had a crush on the boy for the longest time, and now that you had him…you didn’t want to let him go.

Despite being a couple for a good period of time, you hadn’t actually had a real date. That is unless you count late night trips to the skatepark with him and his friends. Besides that, he suggested that you two go explore downtown Los Angeles and hit up some shops. You know, spend some quality time together. And that’s exactly what you did.

“I can’t tell you enough how good you look.” Vinnie complimented, holding your hand as you two walked the streets. You took a moment to glance down at your outfit. “It’s nothing, babe. Just something I thought would fit the mood of today.”

“Well, you look gorgeous either way.”

You smiled, “Thank you.”

As you gazed lovingly at your boyfriend, you noticed he kept looking around as if he was searching for something. You raised a brow. “Whatcha’ looking for?”

He shook his head. “Just trying to see what shops are open.”

“It’s like three in the afternoon,” you pointed out, “all the shops should be open. Are you looking for a specific one?”

“Dior.”

You smirked at the boy. “Why would you want to go to Dior? Since when are you into designer brands?”

“Can’t a guy enjoy a little bit of luxury?” He replied, linking your arms together.

“Yeah, but luxury really doesn’t come to mind when I think of you.” You answered. “You’re the type of guy to wear the same tank top for a week straight.”

He tilted his head in thought. “I don’t know whether to be offended by that or flattered that you know me so well. Either way, I still want to go to Dior. Just wanna see if they have anything worth looking at.”

With that being said, the two of you headed straight for the designer store. Walking in, you followed Vinnie as he roamed around the store. Although, he didn’t seem to be paying much attention to the clothes or accessories.

You tapped him on his shoulder, gaining his attention. “See anything you like?”

“Nothing yet,” he muttered. “Just keep close to me.”

While you were confused by the boy’s ambiguity, you brushed it off. You were honestly just happy to have some alone time with him. No, cameras…no, Instagram posts…just you and him.

He came to a halt, and due to you not paying attention—too invested in a pair of boots sitting in the corner—you bumped into his back. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

Vinnie quickly turned around and scanned the area before snatching a random silk pink shirt off the rack. “This would look GREAT on you, BABE.” He said, loud enough for the entire store to hear. “It compliments your body well.” In the middle of saying this, he kept glancing back behind him. Considering you were a bit shorter than him you couldn’t get a good look at what he was seeing.

“Thank you, I guess.” You said, suspicion riddled all over your tone. You didn’t know why the boy was acting so strange, until a familiar figure popped out from behind him.”

“Hey Vinnie!” Nailea greeted.

Vinnie gasped dramatically, as if he was acting in some cheesy teen drama. “OH, hey Nailea! I didn’t expect to see you here!”

The brunette chuckled, slapping him on his shoulder. “Shut up, you know this is like mine and Larri’s favorite spot. If anything, I didn’t expect to see you here.” She turned to you and gave you a hesitant smile. “Hey, Y/n. I didn’t see you there.”

With a rigid grin, you merely said, “Nailea.”

“I heard you two were together. Is it true?” She asked, looking back and forth between you and Vinnie.

He nodded. “Of course, we’re together. Haven’t you seen my posts?”

“Eh, I don’t really get on social media that much anymore. Got better things to do than worry about what other people have going on.” She yawned, checking her non-existent watch. “Well, it was nice to see you two again. And Vinnie, we really need to catch up. Anyways, I’ll let you both enjoy your time together.”

Nailea walked off, leaving you and Vinnie alone. While he was smiling from ear to ear, you on the other hand were staring daggers at him. “I cannot believe you.” You hissed.

“What’d I do?” Vinnie asked, a puzzled expression on his face.

“You know what the hell you did, and you’re not that good of an actor by the way.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “You totally used me just to make your ex-girlfriend jealous.”

Shaking his head, he attempted to grab your hand, but you backed away. “Is that what this whole thing is to you? The excessive Instagram posts, posting our morning texts on Twitter, showing me off on Twitch. Is our relationship a ploy just so you can make her jealous? Are you trying to get her back?”

“Y/n, absolutely not!” Vinnie replied. “Never in a million years would I ever think of getting back with her. She’s my ex for a reason.”

“Vinnie, I don’t think you understand…you’re fucking with people’s feelings here.” You barked, jabbing your finger into his chest. “I’ve had a big ass crush on you from the minute I laid eyes on you, and the fact that you would take advantage of me pisses me off so much.”

As you turned to walk away, Vinnie pulled you back. The two of you locked eyes as he leaned in closer to you. “Y/n, listen to me.”

“Why should I? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just walk out that door and post a toxic breakup tweet.”

He sighed, running his hands through his hair. “Look, I know what I did was totally out of line and for that, I’m sorry. But if we’re being honest here, I didn’t completely use you to make Nailea jealous. I will admit, originally, yeah…I was mainly with you to make Nai feel bad.”

“Not helping your case, Vincent.”

“But, as time went on…I started to have feelings for you.”

You scoffed, “Then why did you do what you did today? I want to believe you, but your actions are saying something totally different, dude.”

“I wanted to show Nailea that I can be happy without her.” He admitted. “When we broke up, the last thing she told me was that without her, I was going to be miserable. I just wanted to prove to her that she was wrong.”

“But why use me?”

“Because Nailea’s always been jealous of our relationship.”

You shook your head in disbelief. For what reason would someone in her position be jealous of a friendship. “That doesn’t make any type of sense. What would she have to be jealous of? We were just friends.”

“And that was the problem. She didn’t want me spending any time with you because she thought you’d take me away from her.”

While you were trying your hardest to not believe what he was saying, it was valid. You and him were like two peas in a pod. If you were in her shoes, you’d probably be jelly too.

“Okay, I may believe you a little bit.” You stated, crossing your arms. “But I find it hard to imagine that you actually like me back.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Why’s that so hard to imagine?”

You shrugged. “We’ve only been dating for a month. I don’t think that’s enough time for you to develop feelings for me.”

“Sure, we’ve only been together for a month. But in that month, I’ve been able to connect with you on a deeper level. Y/n, what you and I have is something that Nailea and I wished we had. You and I have something natural.”

You felt your heart tingle a bit. Yeah, you were mad at him, but his words were working magic on you. “You can stop, Vinnie. Nailea’s not around.”

“I’m not joking, Y/n. I really like you, and I’m so sorry for what I did.” He apologized, moving closer towards you. While a bit of your anger lingered on, it wasn’t strong enough for you to move away from him. “What I’m saying is nothing but the truth, and I mean that.”

Maybe what he was saying was real. There’s no way he’d be fighting this hard for you if it wasn’t. “Say you are telling the truth, I hope you don’t expect for us to just kiss and make up.”

“And I don’t expect you to. I just don’t want to lose you, whether that be as my girlfriend or my best friend. I need you, Y/n.”

“In that case, apology half-accepted. While I am mad that you used me, we’ve known each other for far too long for me to just up and walk away from you.” You replied. “I don’t wanna break up, but I’m gonna need time to heal. If you would like to speed up that process, I suggest you whip out that card of yours and cover my shopping expenses. I’m thinking of getting those boots in the corner over there.”

Vinnie chuckled, “That I can do.”

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker imagine

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multi-fandom-imagines8 · 5 years

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The Perfect Ship

Request: Hey, I saw that you’re requests for Spn are open. Can you write a Dean Winchester x reader fic? R is a part of the team and on a mission she discovers that Spn is a book (like a cosplay or smth) and she sees people shipping them and her reaction is the same as when Dean found out about Destiel. Maybe they end up together after that. I hope that wasn’t too much. Thank you Requested by anon.

A/N: I’m glad someone finally requested a Dean fic. I’m so in the mood for him right now. And don’t worry, that’s not too much information, in fact it’s great. I decided to do two parts, so in this part there’s only a part of the request at the end, but still enjoy!

O/h/c= opposite of your hair color.

Word Count: 1634.

“Come on tell me you got us a case, Sammy! It’s been a week and nada. This has been the longest and most boring week of my life. If I have to sit here for another minute and watch the state the bunker is in right now, I’m gonna die!” you whined.

Sam smiled before answering “I think I might have something”.

“What is it? Spill it out!” you quickly came to his side to check the case on his laptop.

“Three people have disappeared in the last two weeks near Jackson Square” Sam informed you.

“Are you kidding me? New Orleans? Really? It’s full of witchy Voodoo crap and haunted houses. There are probably some teenage kids playing some stupid game. There’s no case there” Dean took another sip of his beer.

“Shut up! We’re going, but if you want to stay here, it’s your choice. I’m not gonna rott with you. Let’s go, Sammy! Oh, and even if there’s no case, why would you miss visiting New Orleans. I mean come on” you took your leather jacket and headed outside to the Impala. Seconds after, Sam followed and then Dean.

“Backseat now!” Dean ordered as you sat in the driver’s seat.

“What happened to ‘there’s no case?”.

“I still don’t believe there’s a case but no one takes baby away from me, especially not you. So, backseat now!”.

“No! I was here first. Besides, I always ride in the backseat, I’m not going to this time. I’ve been rotting for a whole week in the bunker. I deserve this”.

“You deserve nothing of a sort. Now be a good girl and do what you’re told”.

“Excuse me?” you exited the car and crossed your arms ready to attack Dean after hearing his response.

“You heard-”.

“Oh my god! Stop being so dramatic. Both of you! Y/n, you can take my place. I’ll take the backseat but for heaven’s sake, shut.up!”.

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“Where’s Y/n?” Dean asked after fueling the Impala and paying at the gas station.

“I don’t know. I thought she was with you”.

After searching for you for about five minutes, Dean gave up and waited for you in the car. It was hot and sticky and you’ve been away for 15 minutes. Finally you made your way back to the car with a grin on your face.

“Alright, let’s go” you instructed as soon as you entered the car.

“Oh, she lives! I thought some monster devoured you. What a shame!”.

You gave him a fake smile before looking down at your phone.

“What the hell took you so long?” he turned to face you.

“As you said, there was a monster. I had to fight for my life. I barely survived” you mocked.

“Very funny. Next time, I won’t be waiting”.

“We’ll see about that” you smirked.

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“Pull over!” you commanded.

“What now?”.

“I’m hungry. I need food!”.

“We were at a gas station like an hour ago. Couldn’t you get something from there?” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Gas station food and restaurant food are two different things, Dean. What is wrong with you? You love food?”.

“I just want to get there before I’m old and toothless”.

“Well, I got some bad news for you buddy. You’re already old and you’ve lost a couple of teeth, so like just give it a couple of years and you’ll have no teeth”.

“Can you both stop please?” Sam finally spoke.

“I haven’t done anything. She started it” Dean shifted the blame onto you.

“Says mr. perfect” you rolled your eyes.

“Both of you just shh. I don’t want to hear a word coming out of your mouths the whole way to New Orleans”.

“Bossy much?” you muttered.

“Yeah” Dean agreed with you.

At two or three a.m, Sam was sleeping uncomfortably in the backseat and you fell asleep on Dean’s shoulder. He was about to tell you to move, but when he saw how peacefully you slept he refrained from doing so and couldn’t help but smile. Four hours later, you woke up at the sound of loud 70s music.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart” Dean smirked.

“Fuck you, Winchester!”.

“I told him not to do it” Sam said.

“You were sleeping for so long. I had to do something and we both know you’re not the type that’d wake up if someone just nicely asked you to” he teased.

“What time is it? Are you out of you damn mind? It’s six in the morning and I’ve slept for like three or four hours and you call that so long? The average amount of sleep a normal human needs is like seven or eight hours and I’m not normal so I need more, you asshole!”.

“That’s your problem”.

“We’ll see in the future when I’m standing on your deathbed” you rested your head on the window and tried to get some more sleep, but of course Dean wouldn’t let you.

“Hey, what are you doing? We’re almost there. You can’t go back to sleep now! You already look like hell what are people gonna say when they see you if you sleep a bit more?”.

“Maybe that’s why I look like hell? Lack of sleep causes that. And I always look awesome so…”.

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“Ok the guy said that the first victim was going to this party which happens to be tonight. We should head there” Sam informed you.

“Where is it?”.

“The abattoir. Bourbon street”.

“It’s like three minutes away, so I’ll meet you guys there later. I’m gonna go do some sightseeing and culture” you were eager to see the city.

“Hold on, I’m coming with you” Sam said.

“Oh no, no, no. You’re staying with me and someone has to do research and it ain’t gonna be me” Dean refused.

“First of all, Sam can decide for himself. He’s not a child anymore. Second of all, if there’s no case, then there’s no research” you reminded.

“But what if there was? Are you really going to let innocent people die just because I said there ain’t one. I didn't know you trusted me that much. I’m really honored. I appreciate that” he mocked.

“I think I’m gonna stay with Dean. we shouldn’t leave him alone, you know. He might get scared. Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to come here in the first place” this time it was Sam’s turn to tease Dean.

“Yeah. I think you’re right… one more thing, you stink. So maybe take a shower before you go out and make all the people we’re gonna question run away”.

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“Guys, somebody help me!” you entered the motel room that Dean and Sam were staying in.

Sam gave you a weird look before assisting you with all the bags that you’ve got.

“What’s all this?” Dean asked.

“Let’s just say things you wouldn’t like”.

“Ah, speaking of things that we wouldn’t like, this is the last available room here” Dean informed you “We have a double bed and a single bed”.

“Ok. Problem solved. I’ll take the single bed and you’ll share the double bed” you suggested.

“Ha ha, that’s not gonna happen” Dean laughed nervously.

“Do you have a better solution? I hope you’re not suggesting that Sam and I share the same bed, no offense, babe. Besides, you’re brothers so what’s the problem?”.

“That’s exactly what I suggested but I forgot that he’s a giant which he reminded me of, so… and no! It’s weird even if he wasn’t a giant”.

“Oh, no! You’re not suggesting that we-”.

“Yeah, that was my exact reaction” Dean added.

“Hell no! We can’t even sit five minutes together before starting a fight and now you want us to sleep next to each other?”.

“I don’t like it anymore that you do”.

“Right! So, sharing a bed with your brother is weird but sharing a bed with me is not?”.

“Well, it’s less weird. You’re a woman”.

“So are you saying that if Sam was girl, that wouldn’t have been weird?”.

“Ew, no!”.

“Fine, but if you end up on the floor, it’s not my fault. I warned you”.

“And if you end up without a blanket it’s not my fault. I warned you”.

“Are we going to the party or are you two just gonna stay here and fight until you actually fall asleep together from the exhaustion of arguing!” Sam left and both of you followed.

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“Idjits!”.

“Am I hearing stuff or did someone just say-” you were interrupted by Dean.

“Idjits? Not again!” Dean sighed.

“Not again what?” you asked.

“Something related to supernatural” Sam added.

“Supernatural?” you were confused.

“It’s uhm- a series of books about our lives” Dean admitted.

“Pff, yeah right. Who’d write anything about your lousy lives. Even better who’d read such crap?” you laughed and when you saw Sam and Dean’s facial expressions, you knew it’s real “oh, you’re- you’re not joking”.

“Nope”.

“I mean it can’t be that bad. What do they know about you? Two brothers that hunt demons and monsters?”.

“Everything”.

“They can’t know everything. I mean how would this author know all about you”.

“I think you’re in the new books too” Sam believed.

“As if”.

“I love him, Sammy! What should I do? Do I tell him or do I keep it to myself. I don’t want to get hurt, because you know Dean is a womanizer and I’m not 100% sure that he loves me back” a girl with o/h/c came with a guy who was dressed like Sam.

“Listen Y/n. Life is too short and if you love him, you should tell him. Trust me on this” the guy spoke in a deep tone.

“What the hell is that?!” your mouth was left wide open from shock.

To Be Continued...

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kpopmalereader · 5 years

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cute ; bang chan

• summary: you're much smaller than chan and love wearing his clothes, though they look huge on you, and whenever he's stressed or overworking, you try to cheer him up as best as you can, the rest of skz basically adopt you and treat you like a younger brother, babying and spoiling you about as much as chan does • pairing: bang chan x male!reader • word count: 1634 • to do

“Chan?” You open the shared room’s door slowly, rapping your knuckles on the door frame gently.

He doesn’t look up and you can’t tell if it’s because of his concentration on his newest project or the headphones over his ears. He doesn’t notice the change in the room until you’re sitting next to him.

“Hey, why… why are you here?” He moves one side of his headphones and turns towards you. “Hey.”

“The boys called me; said you’ve been locked in here since the morning.” You pull the headphones off of him and drag his chair away from the desk. “I thought that since today was your day off you could take a break instead of working here. I guess you just wanted a change of scene?”

He looks over at the screen and pulls at his hair. “I genuinely thought I was going to get a break when I told you that.”

“I know.” You hold your hand out for him to stand up and hop on his bed, still holding his hand.

He crawls on the bed with you, laying his head on your lap. “I’m sorry.”

“For?”

He tries to look up at you, but his eyes start to close as you run your fingers through his hair. “Not getting any rest, not taking a break, all of that.”

You shrug your shoulders and kiss his forehead. “You don’t need to apologize, I know how obsessed… not obsessed, focused. I know how focused you get on your projects and how hard it can be to let them sit, but I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to make sure you take care of yourself.”

He smiles softly and leans his chin up for a kiss. You pinch his nose and kiss him gently.

“You can go back to it in a little bit.”

He shakes his head slowly. “It’s my day off, I’m going to take a break with my friends and my cute little boyf- you’re wearing my sweatshirt!”

He cuts himself off and leans up on one of his elbows, looking you up and down. You nod twice and strike a cute pose, poking your lips out with a wink. You do ‘finger guns’ and make a clicking sound as you pretend to shoot his heart out.

“Adorable,” His smile turns fond and he sits up, examining you. “You look cute, babe. Though it looks like a dress on you, not a bad look, you could pull it off.”

“I would look baller in a dress.” You blink and furrow your eyebrows. “Baller? Why did I say that? That was nerdy and not the word I was going for, I’m sorry.”

Chan laughs loudly and squeezes one of your cheeks between his fingers. “You’re the cutest person I have ever met and will ever meet, I hope you realize this.”

“You tell me that almost every day. At least twice a week.”

“I don’t tell you every day?” Chan gasps and looks disappointed in himself for a while before speaking again. “I can’t believe myself; I don’t even tell my boyfriend he’s the cutest person in the universe every day. What kind of boyfriend am I? What kind of person am I?”

“A dramatic one.”

He smiles and leans down to kiss you lightly. “Don’t call me out.”

You both stay quiet for a while, reveling in small kisses and nice silence until you hold your arms open.

“I want a hug.”

“What kind of hug?”

“Like we haven’t seen each other for days and you don’t want to let me go.”

He smiles and tackles you, holding you as tight as possible. He rolls onto his back and holds your face, gently pecking your nose a few times. You smile and scrunch your face up as he kisses the rest of your face, darting between different areas.

“The boys wanted to get some food.” You mention after a few minutes, cuddling into his chest. “They said they would pay if I managed to get you out of your room.”

“Pay for both of us or just for you?”

You shrug and smile innocently. “Either way it’s less money for you to spend.”

“Good point.” Chan sits up, holding your hips lightly.

You wrap your legs around his waist subconsciously, puckering your lips out. He kisses you a few times and scoots off the bed, holding you for a moment before you huff, and he sets you down.

You kiss his cheek and look down. “Does this look decent? As a person not as a boyfriend.”

“It’s not possible for me to be a third-party on this.”

“Come on, really, do I look okay?”

“Yes, you look perfect.” He kisses your forehead softly. “You’re always the most beautiful person in the room.”

He changes his clothes and grabs a hat, pushing it on your head. He examines you and nods. You hold his hand loosely and walk out of the room, gesturing to him like a prize when the other boys look up.

“That took longer than I expected you to.” Minho stands up and turns the television off, clearly ready to leave.

“I got a bit distracted.” You smile brightly and tilt your head in apology. “Sorry.”

“We’ll let this one go because you’re cute and you got him out, but we’re hungry so you’re still on thin ice.” Felix points at you as a warning but still bumps his shoulder into yours as he passes towards the front door. “You two ready?”

Jisung leans over the back of the couch. “They better be, we’ve been waiting for an hour.”

“It’s been like ten minutes since he walked in, your stomach has not started eating at your liver yet, you’re okay.”

You pat his back and drag Chan out of the building, letting him move you to the side of the sidewalk closer to the building. You walk along with him, knowing you don’t really have to pay attention to your surroundings and can spend the majority of your brain power on talking to everyone and pointing out the different buildings. Chan slips his hand in your pocket as he walks, effectively keeping you from walking off the sidewalk in your distracted state. Despite that keeping you grounded, Woojin’s arm flings out like a seatbelt any time he thinks you’re going to take the leap into the road.

“You make me worried sometimes.” Seungmin shakes his head and ruffles your hair.

“I know you guys are always hyperactive about what I’m doing, so I just let it happen and don’t pay attention.” You raise an eyebrow at him and hold your leg over the road. “Does this make you worried? How about this?”

You jump off of the sidewalk and back on, laughing loudly when Changbin and Hyunjin grab at you because they weren’t paying attention. Hyunjin holds his heart and shakes his head, going back to their conversation.

“Okay, okay.” Chan moves you in front of him and wraps his arm around your waist, slightly pushing you down to keep you in place. “That’s enough.”

You pretend to try and scoot out of Chan’s grip, trying to take your- his, sweatshirt off to wiggle loose. He rolls his eyes and wraps his other arm around your chest, patting your shoulder.

“Down, boy. Calm.”

Woojin pats the top of your head and shakes his head. “You’re very excited today.”

You giggle and rock up on your toes. “Sorry.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute, I don’t think we would let anyone else act like this.” Jeongin mentions, walking in front of you.

“Thanks, Innie.” You lean into Chan as you walk, going back to not paying attention to really anything at all.

You continue to walk, being guided for the most part, until you bump into a pole. You huff and turn to Chan, looking offended that he would let it happen. He holds his arms up in a confused half-shrug and glances at the pole like it was all its fault. You glare at him and the pole, deciding it had nothing to do with you. Changbin shakes his head in disapproval at Chan and leans down in front of you, letting you jump on his back.

As soon as he gets you situated, you forget about what happened previously and gasp loudly. “Jeongin! Get on Chan’s back so we can race!”

Jeongin clambers on to Chan’s back and Changbin starts moving through the crowd before Chan has a chance to take everything in. By sheer luck, because of the head-start and the crowd being a bit quicker getting out of your way than they were for the other team, you and Changbin beat everyone else to the meeting place. He continues to carry you around, listening to your ranting about the different buildings and colors around you.

“We beat you guys by like three minutes,” Changbin says, checking his fake watch. “Terrible race, no competition whatsoever.”

“You left before us and Chan almost dropped me.” Jeongin protests.

Chan brushes his hair back and shakes his head. “I was jumped on all of a sudden, excuse me for being a bit shocked.”

You smile and lean into Changbin’s side. “He’s just upset because he lost so badly.”

Chan rolls his eyes as Changbin pokes your nose. “I’ll pay for you to get a milkshake because of the wonderful race we just won. Chan, can I have five bucks?”

“Ha. Ha. You’re very funny.” Chan opens the door for you when everyone else joins your little group.

You hop in with Felix and drop in the seat pulled out for you by Hyunjin, animatedly talking to Jisung as soon as you see him. Chan smiles at you and his friends, kissing the top of your head.

“What are you thinking about getting?”

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denouemwnt · 6 years

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meeting the squad

you can also read it in AO3!

pairing: jake peralta x reader

warnings: nope

summary: Jake Peralta wants you to finally meet his family, the Nine-Nine squad, and it won't be a simple introduction.

words: 1634

(you can see my masterlist here!)

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“So… When I get to meet your family? You met mine last month and it was such a disaster.”

You were binge-watching Die Hard at your apartment with your boyfriend, Jake. You weren’t sure how many times you have done that since you started dating one year ago, but probably this was the tenth time you were doing.

The credits of the first movie were still rolling on the screen yet none of you wanted to get out of the couch to put the second one. You were just too comfortable cuddling, Jake being the little spoon like 99% of the time and you, obviously, is the big one.

“It was not that bad…” He turns around to look at you and suddenly you both started laughing. “But… which family?”

“I don’t know. Which one are you most comfortable to present me?” You decided to get up and he started asking you to come back. “I’m going to get more candies, got tired of popcorn! Try not to miss me so much, baby.”

“The kitchen is so far away!” Jake pretends he’s sad, but he soon gets up and goes after you. “I think the squad is the better option right now. My parents…” He hugs your back while you get some candies and puts his head on your shoulder.

“It’s ok, baby. You don’t need to get me to meet them if you’re not comfortable with that.” You turn around to hug him properly.

Knowing what Jakes has been through with his parents since he was a kid made you feel sad. He used to feel so lonely and you saw that in his eyes when you first met him.

Everything changed for him that day.

“It’s just… My dad, you know?” He sighs and carefully presses his forehead against yours.

“I’m so sorry, Jake.” You hold the bowl with candies in one hand and the other one you use to put on his neck to help you get up a little more steady to kiss him.

“Don’t be, babe.” He grabs the bowl from you and runs to the living room. ”Tomorrow you’re going to meet the squad and I’m sure they will love ya! I already started planning it in my mind right now; it’s going to be amazing!” Peralta screams.

Oh, no.

You come back to the room and sits beside him, getting one chocolate bar.

”Now, let’s watch the second movie!”

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Jake notices your feet trembling all the way to the bar.

“You’ll be fine, babe.” He places his hand on your thigh and gently caresses it.

“Just a few friends, right?”

“Yep.”

You take a deep breath and get out of your boyfriend’s famous car holding hands with him. When you put your feet in the place ‘We are the champions’ starts playing in the background and a lot of people turn to see you. You are almost certain that the whole police station is here. He leads you to the center of the bar and calls everyone’s attention. You have no idea how to react, being totally shy since you stepped in.

“Hey, guys! This pretty girl here, Y/N L/N,” He takes out from nowhere princess tiara and puts on your head “is my amazing girlfriend and I just want you all to know that I’m so lucky to date her. Happy one year anniversary, babe.” The people started clapping to the both of you.

You try to get back at your normal self again and pretend your boyfriend isn’t being a little too much today and awkwardly kisses his cheek. After you say hi to them, Jake says that the drinks are on him, turning the attention off you.

“Too much?” He holds your hands in his.

“Too much.” You laugh. “But that’s just you, babe. I must have known that something like this would happen.” You now give him a normal and passionate kiss since – you think – no one is looking at you.

Peralta takes you to a big table where some people were, the only one that you recognized was Boyle, who discovered your secret relationship during a kind of intimate moment.

“Guys, this is Y/N L/N, my girlfriend.” He says proud of himself, making you chuckle.

“I think you made that pretty clear a few minutes ago, Jake.” You lightly punch his arm and present yourself to his co-workers. “It’s nice to finally meet all of you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N. Actually, you look too nice to date him.” You smiled and sat in the available place beside the woman who said that to you.

“Let me present everyone to you, Miss L/N.” He sat beside you and whispered in your ear. “Terry. Gina. Charles, but you already know him. Rosa. The famous Captain Holt. And Amy, the one who said you’re too nice to date me. Done.” He said it out loud, pointing to each one of them.

“How did Charles know about Y/N and I didn’t? I feel so offended.” Gina looked falsely disappointed at Peralta.

“Well, ahh, we-” Jake tried to say but Boyle interrupted him.

“I have the key to Jake’s apartment so I entered and they were making out.” He said quickly. “Sorry, Y/S/N, I really needed to tell them, I wouldn’t keep it one day more.”

“It’s okay, Charles. Wait, did you just invent a ship name for us?” Jake put his hand on your thigh, below the table.

After that, everyone orders their drinks and you get the chance to talk to all of the squad. You have never seen co-workers with such a good relationship like theirs. Jake was so happy to work with them, you could clearly see that.

“So, Y/N, why did you and Jake decide to let your relationship in secret?” Terry asked.

“At the beginning of it…It was because we weren’t sure about it and we wanted to see what would happen.” You put your hand above Jake’s that were still on your thigh. “But, when some months passed on, it was just because it was fun dating in secret.”

“We had a lot of fun together doing everything in secret, right, babe?”

“Hell yeah. Remember that time when you went to my office and-”

“Guys, we don’t need the details,” Gina said.

“Oh, no, there isn’t what you’re thinking.” You laugh. “On Valentine’s Day, Jake decided to put some rose petals and an anonymous card on my desk at work. And actually, he went to the wrong room. He put them in my boss’ and she thought she had some secret admirer and was happy the whole week.”

In return, Jake told them an embarrassing story of you trying to surprise him on his birthday.

“I can’t believe I’m saying that but they’re perfect for each other,” Amy whispered to Rosa.

“Me too. I’m happy for Jake.” Rosa whispered back.

“I am- wait- what? Did you just say you were happy?”

“No. Didn’t say that.”

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You are so nervous and couldn’t stop wondering that maybe they didn’t like you. The squad is really important for Jake, they are his family. At least you like them, they seem really nice people. So different from each other and yet so similar.

When you come back to the table you hear your boyfriend telling his friends about the one time you kicked a man’s ass because he tried to rob you.

“What kind of weapon did you use?” Rosa asked you.

“Oh, I had my favorite knife in my hand - I had my grandfather give it to me when I was a teenager, it’s a family thing. Anyway, I didn’t even use it, I just showed him, but that was enough.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but what’s your last name again?” The Captain Holt asked.

“L/N.”

You knew one of them would make the connection. Your last name was known some decades ago. That’s why your first family meeting with Jake was such a mess; they talked all the time about that damn past.

“Are you Y/G/N L/N’s granddaughter?” Holt looked at you… surprised? You didn’t know how to read the man so you thought he was kind of surprised. “He was the head of the most famous Mafia in the 60s.”

“Yes, that’s him.” You sighed. “I don’t have much proud to say that he and all the others involved belong to my family, they did some pretty bad stuff in that time.”

_____

You and Jake were a bit drunk when you got to your apartment, which was the closest one. Immediately taking off your heels and placing them on the floor, you jumped to your bed.

Jake did the same as you, taking off his shoes and lying beside you. He looked at your face for a few seconds.

I am not sure if you liked the night, the squad and the way I planned everything, Peralta thought.

“Don’t worry about it. Everything was perfect, baby.” You turned on your left side to face him.

“How did you- Uh- I mean- What?” He looks at you shocked.

“You actually said that out loud, baby.” You get closer to him and gently kiss his lips, as a form to thank him for the night.

Of course, it was cool to date him in secret, but it was much better to finally know his co-workers, who he talked about every day. Being a detective it is not a job for him, it’s much more than that. He loves being a cop.

For a few seconds, you just stopped and looked at him. Jake Peralta is a childish handsome and awkward cop and you love him with all your heart. He doesn’t know it yet… Maybe one day he will.

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inkslingerharry · 7 years

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Start Over

Description: It’s Harry’s first day back and he hangs out with his friends instead of you. Based off of the song Start Over by Imagine Dragons

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Harry

Word Count: 1634

"Clenched teeth, no words

All this distance taking its toll"

You were sure Harry had texted you that he would be home tonight. As you checked your phone, your heart started racing. Harry surely would've said if he had a delay or something. He always updated you.

Just as you remembered, Harry's text said he would be home Thursday night. Which was tonight. You were upset. You and Harry hadn't seen each other in two months. Even FaceTiming was difficult, so you were really looking forward to having Harry for a whole week to yourself.

It was nagging at you. Where was he? You didn't want to seem like a clingy girlfriend by texting him, nor did you want to seem like you didn't care at all by not texting him. What if he was in a ditch somewhere? What if he was hurt?

You finally picked up your phone and texted him, asking where he was at.

You waited a few minutes before your phone buzzed.

"At Nick's. He made dinner and we're having drinks now."

Anger and hurt flooded your body. Harry had already landed and gone to Nick's. You looked at the table in front of you. It was set and a pork roast sat in the middle. You had brought out the fancy dinner plates, glasses, and silverware. You even put out damn candles, hoping to make the night more special.

The text was right in front of you and it made you upset. You threw the towel that was on your lap onto the table.

"You could have at least let me know. But that's fine, the roast will just have to do for left overs." you sent back. You knew Harry would feel guilty, but that's what you wanted. He hurt your feelings and he should know. It's not like your feelings were invalid. You put the roast in a container to save for left overs.

"Babe, you know how often I see Nick. We chat maybe a few times a year." Harry's response came a few minutes later.

You couldn't believe what Harry had just said. You sighed and texted back, "Have fun on the couch tonight."

You gathered a blanket and a few pillows and dumped them on the couch before heading to the bedroom again and locking the door. You didn't want to see Harry tonight. You didn't want him to cuddle up to you after having a few drinks with Nick on his first night home in two months.

Your phone buzzed in your hand. Harry was calling, but you didn't want to answer it. You knew he would end up making you feel guilty and it always seemed like what he did wrong was forgotten. He always brought up the "I haven't seen them for a while" card. The sad part was that it worked. You always felt bad that Harry couldn't see his friends as often as normal people could.

However, you started to feel like you weren't a priority like you once were. Harry would make sure he came to you first, spent a few days with you, and then visited his friends. He would spend all day and most of the evening with his friends. You could understand a day or two, but the first day he came back?

You crawled into bed and put your phone on silent, hoping you wouldn't hear Harry call if he tried again.

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"Too many sleepless nights, I own that"

You jolted awake to the sound of someone's fist banging on your bedroom door.

"Babe, please just let me in. I'm tired as hell and yeh know the couch isn't comfortable," Harry's voice was muffled behind the door.

You pretended you were asleep by not answering. If Harry could make you feel guilty over the phone, imagine what he does when he's right in front of you.

"Look, I'm sorry if I actually hung out with my friends. I had fun tonight, why does that upset you?" he asked.

You glanced at the time. It was two in the morning and Harry was bringing this shit up.

"Why can't you be happy that I was finally able to see my friends?" Harry groaned.

You threw the covers off of your legs as you stomped over to the door, unlocking and swinging it open.

"What the hell, Harry? You're upset? I'm the one who made dinner only for you to not show up. I'm the one who planned a nice evening for us. I'm the one who's there for you when you aren't feeling good. I am always there, Harry, and you have the audacity to be upset with me?" you retorted.

"I'm jus' having a nice night with the lads, Y/N! What, now I can't see my friends anymore because my girlfriend is too clingy and won't let me go out?" Harry shot back.

"Oh, I'm so sorry that I'm concerned about where you are, Harry! I was scared that you didn't get home at the time you said you would. You could've been in a ditch or something. You didn't even feel the need to text me your whereabouts?"

Harry's face softened as he saw a tear fall down your left cheek.

"I get that you're concerned, but I hardly ever see my friends. I at least text you, but I don't talk with them as much as I do you," Harry calmly replied.

You crossed your arms.

"I understand that you want to see your friends, Harry, but on your first night back? I haven't seen you in two months, and the first night back, you're hanging out with your friends. I'm starting to feel like they're coming before me," you mumbled the last part.

Harry sighed and rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

"I'm sorry. I really am. You're very important to me, but I really wanted to hang out with my friends tonight."

"I put out fucking candles, Harry! I really tried to make tonight special. You didn't text me or call to let me know where you were and that fucking hurt. Why does it seem like you care more about your friends than me?" you yelled, tired of Harry making up excuses. "I really don't mind if you spend a day or two with your friends the week that you're here, but the fact that I didn't see my boyfriend the first night he got back after two months but his friends did is ridiculous. I'm going to bed," you closed the door and locked it again. You shuffled to the bed and harshly pulled the covers back over your body. You could see Harry's shadow leave.

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"I want to try again, can we start over?"

You woke up peacefully, nearly forgetting the incident that took place last night. You then looked over and saw the empty bed. It was upsetting, but you knew you would have to face Harry sooner or later.

You crawled out of bed and unlocked your bedroom door, strolling downstairs for a cup of coffee. The smell of pancakes and coffee made its way to your nose. You were confused and glanced into the living room, seeing the blankets neatly folded and the pillows slightly stacked.

You walked into the kitchen slowly, seeing Harry at the stove, attempting to flip a pancake. He already had a small stack on a plate to his left, and the table was set with the candles that you put out last night. There was a mug of coffee to his right, which he grabbed and took a sip out of. You could see his face scrunch; he wasn't a massive fan of coffee, but he made extra for you so he might as well drink some. You smiled a bit.

Harry turned around to grab something when he saw you.

"Oh, hi. Didn't hear you. I made pancakes," Harry said calmly.

You nodded. You weren't too mad over last night. It was sill sightly upsetting, but the sleep made you less distressed. It was understanding that Harry needed time with his friends. He still should've texted you, but he did text them less when he was away.

You walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a mug before Harry lightly grabbed your arm.

"Hey, I am sorry about last night. I should've texted yeh or just come home. It's just that Nick texted me asking for drinks and I haven't seen him in nearly a year, so I really wanted to hang out with him, eh know? So I thought I could make it up to yeh by making yeh breakfast and doin' whatever yeh like. We can sit and watch movies, or go out to eat. Whatever yeh like," Harry said.

You felt bad, because you knew Harry was embarrassed. He didn't like being wrong, but if he knew he was wrong, he would do whatever to make it up.

"I know, Harry. I'm sorry for acting the way I did. You haven't seen your friends in a while and I should've understood that," you admitted before wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer.

You both stood and looked at each other before Harry started smiling.

"You are the loveliest person in the world and I don't know how I ended up with you," he leaned down and kissed your lips.

"You're such a sap," you said after kissing him back. You filled your mug full of coffee and took a sip.

"Oh and you're burning the pancakes," you laughed.

"What? Oh shit!" Harry quickly placed the pancake on a plate and turned off the stove. "It's still edible," he smiled.

"It looks... delicious," you laughed.

He laughed loudly. "I love you," he stated after grinning for a few seconds.

You smiled and leaned your head against his chest. "I love you, too."

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 4 years

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Babe, how’s it f-eel?

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by whaleofatime

There's something afoot along the River Thames, and Aquaman needs some expert back-up.

Batman comes when called by the king, and is still surprised that this is how his life is now.

Words: 1634, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Aquaman (2018), Justice League (2017)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Arthur Curry (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth

Relationships: Arthur Curry/Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Casefic (somewhat), Eels in the River Thames, Fluff and Humor, Long-Suffering Bruce Wayne, What counts as Date Night

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kurtsymon476487-blog · 6 years

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