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Sociopath: Chapter 8: Racing into the night

Before we get into this chapter, I'd personally like to acknowledge talented writers who I gained some smut writing inspiration from, those two would be Locke_'s fanfic and Writerpeach. They both post on tumblr so I'll link them at the end of the story. I'd also like to thank the ever talented Sinswithpleasure as well for dropping me smut writing tips and I'll link his Tumblr here as well.

Alright, I think I've said enough. Here we go!

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Soft.

Warm.

Heavenly.

I think that's the best way to describe how Sang-woo's lips feel every morning when I see him in the office.

The two of us break away, gasping and panting for breath. Our kisses have turned into full blown make out sessions recently as our relationship blooms.

"I'll never get tired of this," I pant before smashing my lips back onto his. My tongue pokes into his mouth and explores it as we crash onto the couch in her office. The blinds have been drawn by default at this point and the only sounds that can be heard are our ragged breaths as we continue devouring each other's lips. We break away again, a thin strand of saliva connecting us this time as we struggle to take in sufficient oxygen.

"Did...did you apply...strawberry lipstick?" he gasps. I lets out a breathless giggle and rest my head on his chest.

"I did. For you."

I feel him smile and gently smooth out the strands of my hair sticking out at funny angles.

"Thank you my bunny, I appreciate it."

I lets out a contented sigh as he pushes us up into a sitting position. While he strokes my hair, he casts a glance at the calendar on the wall.

"Wait...today's Jennie's birthday right?"

I sigh and nods my head against him.

"Unfortunately..."

He chuckles at my reluctance to interact with others.

"Hey...It can't be that bad right?"

I huffs and look up at him.

"Maybe...but with you with me, I'll be fine," I smile. He smiles back and plants a kiss on my forehead.

"I'll keep you safe Madam President," he jokes. I roll my eyes.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Something awakens inside me and the next thing I know, I'm on top of him, my hair flowing down on either side of his face.

"N-Nayeon..."

I silence him by leaning down to kiss him passionately. There's a warmth blooming in my core, a warmth that I've never felt before. I want him...I need him.

I silently take hold of one of his hands and bring it up to my right breast. A moan escapes my lips as I squeeze his hand, squeezing my breast at the same time. Sang-woo has gone full red by this point and looks absolutely stunned. The warmth down my core has started to spread around my body as everything starts to tingle.

"F-Fuck..." I gasp as I squeeze his hand again.

"N-Nayeon...w-we shouldn't..."

His words snap me out of the trance I was in as I look down at him. It takes a split second to realise what I had just done and I quickly dismount him.

"I-I...I..." Sang-woo stammers. Shit, I messed up big time.

"I'm sorry," I whisper before standing up and walking back to my desk. He calls out to me but I can't bear to look at him. I silently get back to work, my eyes never leaving my monitor as I mindlessly type away. My mind is blurry and so is my vision.

What have I done? Did I take it too far?

***

"And that should be all. Any questions?" I ask as per usual. Heads around the room shake and I nod my head. For some reason, I can't seem to smile.

"Alright. Meeting adjourned."

Chairs creek as their occupants stand up and walk out of the conference room. I see Sang-woo wait for everyone to leave before walking to me.

"Nay-"

"Not now," I mutter. As I turn to gather my things, he grabs my wrist and spins me around to face him.

"Nayeon...talk to me...please..."

His kind eyes were full of concern as they gazed into mine. He isn't mad, he isn't scared or shocked...he wants to check on me...

"Not here...let's drop off our things and I'll take us somewhere quiet."

He nods and we make our way back to the office. As soon as we drop off our things, I take him to my secret spot on the roof. I let him walk out and I shut the door behind us. I hug myself as I slowly approach him.

"I-I'm sorry..." I begin, but as I open my mouth to continue, I find that I can't cause his lips are planted on mine. I just let the tears fall as I let myself melt into his warmth. We break away and he stares into my eyes.

"There's nothing to apologise for Nayeon. I know that you feel like you took it too far back there, but it's okay. You were doing things in the heat of the moment, it's only natural."

"But-"

He silences me with another kiss.

"I don't wanna hear it my bunny. It's done, what's over is over. You're not at fault here."

He always has his way with words doesn't he?

"Thank you...I love you so much," I whisper as I hug him tight. He hugs me back and rests his head on top of mine.

"No need to thank me Nayeon...it's what I should do, as both your secretary and your lover."

Why is he so perfect?

I stay silent as I enjoy his warm embrace, the two of us swaying in tandem.

"You know Nabong...maybe...maybe you should tell someone about us, that way you have someone other than me to talk to when things get rough between us. Not saying it will but..."

I smile and look up at him.

"I understand what you mean babe."

He heaves a sigh of relief and nods.

"Great..."

I go silent as I think on his words...am I ready to let people know?

...

Yes, yes I am.

"You know what Sang-woo? When we go to that party tonight..."

I look up at him and smile brightly.

"We're announcing that we're dating."

He looks stunned.

"Y-You sure Nayeon? W-We don't have to if you don't want to."

I shake my head.

"No. I want people to know that I'm dating a handsome, intelligent, kind, funny and talented man called Park Sang-woo."

He blushes and looks away.

"Well when you put it like that..."

I laugh and rest my head back on his chest.

"Are you sure about this babe?" He clarifies once again just for good measure.

"Positive."

He nods and strokes my hair, a gesture that I've become so accustomed to.

"Alright then...should we...you know...tell your directors first?"

I pout and think for a moment.

"Nah. Let's make it a surprise when they see it in the news tomorrow."

"In the...oh right..."

"Yea...the press will definitely be there tonight. The country will know that I'm dating you."

He nods and I feel him tense a little.

"I'm...I'm ready for that."

"You sure?"

"Maybe not."

I laugh and reach up to cup his cheek.

"I'll keep you safe Mr President."

"You dare use my own spells against me?" He smiles. I giggle and slap his chest.

"Only if you want me to..." I whisper. He chuckles and kisses my forehead.

"I would like that," he says with that sweet smile gracing his features.

"You're so sweet you know?" I whisper.

"Thank you my bunny...it means a lot..."

I smile back at him before pulling him into another kiss. This relationship would be going a long way.

***

I thank my maid as she walks away after zipping up my dress. After I apply my lipstick, I open my necklace cabinet and pull out my favourite bunny necklace that Sang-woo gave to me. I clip it on and look at myself in the mirror, checking to see if I am presentable. Tonight is a big night for two of us, we'd be revealing to the country that we're dating and honestly...I'm pretty excited about it.

My doorbell rings. I take a look at myself in my mirror one last time before heading out of my room. I walk down the stairs and there was my boyfriend, standing there in his tailor made white suit. The smile on his face says it all as I approach him with an equally large smile.

"You look gorgeous babe."

"You don't look to shabby yourself."

He chuckles and pecks my forehead.

"Can't go wrong when you choose it."

I giggle and hook his arm with mine

"Ready to go my king?"

"Always my queen," he replies with a cheeky grin. We walk outside to the front of my house. I steady my nerves as I prepare myself for the part I dreaded the most.

"I always hate this part..." I mutter as I watch the black car approach us from the right.

"Why?"

"Chauffeurs," I mutter as the car slows to a stop in front of us. Sang-woo walks forward and opens the door for me, gesturing to get in, but for some reason, I'm rooted to the floor, unable to move.

C'mon Nayeon! You did this before! Just do it again!

I try stepping forward but it's like my feet are super glued to the floor. My breathing starts getting unsteady and my vision starts to blur.

"Nabong, look at me."

I familiar set of warm hands find my face and I find myself staring into a that set of gentle eyes.

"I'm here, everything's okay...nothing's gonna happen," he whispers. He reaches down to take my hand and squeezes it lovingly.

"We said we'd protect each other right?"

I gulp down some saliva and nod. He smiles.

"I'll protect you my bunny, it's okay..." he whispers with a peck on my forehead. His touch works its magic on me as I suddenly find myself walking forward and getting into the car. Sang-woo slides in next to me and shuts the door. My hand immediately finds his and I grasp it tight for comfort.

"Don't...Don't let me go..." I whisper to him. He nods and smiles warmly.

"I won't, I promise."

I admit, I did let out a small shriek when we suddenly made a u-turn, but Sang-woo was there to sooth me with his words and his touch.

The entire car ride to the EXCO centre was filled with soothing words from Sang-woo as the car made its way. I just hung on tight and refused to let go, getting lost in his arms as the car took its course.

"We're here," the chauffeur says as we pull up to the centre.

"Ready?" he smiles.

"I should be asking y-you that...l-look at all those cameras..." I stammer, still shaken from the car ride.

"I'll be fine as long as I have you with me," he replies before opening the car door. He holds it open for me as I step out and hook the crook of arm with his.

"What should I do?" he whispers.

"Smile and wave," I reply flatly. He nods and we do exactly that, smiling and waving at every camera we see. We finally enter the centre and escape the blinding lights. A bunch of signs point us to where we need to go and soon enough, we are standing at the entrance of a lavishly decorated ballroom.

"That's...a lot of people..." he muses as we walk in.

"Now you see what I mean?"

"Yea..."

"Nayeon-unnieeeeeeeeeeeeee!" A voice yells from our right. We turn and Jennie practically crashes into me with a hug.

"Very...nice...to see you Jennie...too tight..." I gasp. The girl blushes and steps away. The dress she's wearing looks absolutely incredible on her.

"You look great unnie!" Jennie squeals as she scans me up and down.

"You too Jenine."

"Ya babe! What did I tell you about crushing guests in hugs?" Joo-hyun scolds as she walks up next to her. Unlike her girlfriend, Joo-hyun opted for a much simpler, off-shoulder dress, showing off her slim figure and long legs.

"Sorry honey, couldn't help it. I just get so excited when I see my unnie!" Jennie giggles.

"But you weren't like this with Jisoo."

"That's cause she's pregnant...I can't crush her in a hug like that!"

"Then how about Chaerin, Ji-eun and Yoo-jin-unnie hm?"

"I um...uh..."

"You brought your secretary?" Jennie asks, changing the subject. Joo-hyun rolls her eyes but goes along.

"Yup, I did..."

"Oh that's great! But...there's some really nice guys here and-"

"No no Jennie...you don't need to hook me up anymore..."

I smile and lace my fingers with my lover.

"The two of us...we're dating..."

Jennie looks stunned but...not as stunned as I thought...

"O-Oh...r-really?" She asks, her tone containing a bit of that "oh shit this is bad" feeling. What's going on?

"Yup." I confirm. She lets out a breath as she turns to Joo-hyun.

"Honey, help me out here."

"You dug this grave yourself Jen, you fill it."

Jennie huffs and turns to us.

"O-Oh shit...I um...I don't know how to tell you this Nayeon but uh...I...I didn't know you had a date so I...kinda hooked you up with one of my investors?"

I feel my blood run cold.

"You what?" I ask, trying my best not to yell at the birthday girl.

"Yea...and I...kinda told him that you agreed..."

Oh good fuck...

Kill me now...

"I told you to stop hooking her up," Joo-hyun mutters.

"I know! But how was I supposed to know she's dating now?"

"How...why..." I huff, struggling to keep my cool.

"He told her that he'd only attend the party if she hooked him up with someone young and beautiful, so her being her, dragged you into this despite my warnings."

"You didn't say anything!"

"I did Pabo! But you were too busy staring at my ass to listen! I said it 6 times!"

"It's not my fault that that skirt made your ass pop!"

"Could you not talk about asses for a second and explain what the fuck is happening?" I yell, on the verge of exploding into a fit of rage. Sang-woo squeezes my hand and steps closer to me.

"Stay calm bunny...we're in a public space."

I look up at him to calm myself down before turning back to Jennie.

"I have a boyfriend now Jennie...I...can't just go along with plans like this! You could've at least ran this through me first!"

Jennie bows her head.

"I know unnie...this is my fault...but this is one of my biggest investors...I...I can't afford to lose this..."

Joo-hyun sighs and finally decides to save her girlfriend's ass.

"Could you consider it Nayeon? This means a lot for her."

"Are you in-"

Sang-woo's hand in my shoulder stops me. I look at him and he shakes his head.

"Give is a moment please," he says before quickly leading me out of the ballroom.

"This is fucking ridiculous!"

"Calm down Nayeon..."

"Calm down? CALM DOWN? THIS IS AS GOOD AS ARRANGING A FUCKING ARRANGED MARRIAGE SANG-WOO!"

His soft, kind eyes stare back at me as he gently reaches up to take my face in his hands.

"Deep breaths baby...deep breaths..."

I follow his instructions and take a couple of breaths. He waits patiently for me to calm down.

"What do I do?" I finally ask when I calm down.

"I...I see no way out Nabong...option one is to leave, but that's gonna put both you and Jennie in a bad light. Option two is to just say no, but that has the same outcome as the first option. The only way is to go along with it..."

I stare up at him in shock.

"B-But what about you?"

He smiles sweetly.

"It's one night Nayeon, I can manage."

"B-But I don't want to go behind your back like that!"

I'm beginning to tear up at this point. He can't be serious...

He puts his forehead against mine.

"Nayeon...I know that you'd never ever do such a thing to me. I trust you with every cell in my body. It's just a couple of hours, and it's all over. I know you're trying to be ethical here but we gotta think about reputation as well...we can't afford you getting shade, especially from an investor from BlackPink."

I close my eyes and sob silently.

"No...there has to be another way..."

I can't look at him, not like this...

"My bunny...I know that you are loyal to me, it's alright...I can deal with it. It's not the end of the world."

My mind races as I tried to think of another solution, but there are none.

"I-I don't want to this..." I sob. Thank god my make up is waterproof.

"I know you don't babe...but we have to...it's the only way..."

An hour of pain for Sang-woo is an eternity of torture to me...I don't want to make him watch as I flaunt around with some guy...

"It's alright Nayeon...just do it...it'll all be okay..."

I silently pull away from him and stare into his eyes. I feel his gaze travel down from my face to my neck.

"You're wearing the necklace I got you."

"Of course...I said that I'd never take it off."

He chuckles and reaches for it, examining it in his fingers.

"If you ever start feeling bad Nayeon, just touch this. When you feel it, let yourself know that I'm okay and that I'll be fine."

"I-I'm not sure if I can baby..."

His hand leaves the necklace to cup my face.

"Then do it for me...please?"

Fuck...he played his trump card...

"F-Fine...I will..."

I'm rewarded with his sweet smile as he pecks me in the cheek.

"Thank you Nabong."

"As soon as this party is over, I'm coming straight back to you," I declare as I wipe away the remnants of my tears.

"Okay...I'll be waiting my love," he whispers. I give him one more kiss before we walk back into the ball room. We find Jennie and Joo-hyun chatting with 4 others who I recognise as her co-founders, Lisa, Rosé and Jisoo, who is accompanied by her husband.

"Annyeong Nayeon!" Jisoo waves enthusiastically. Her husband, Kim Yeoni, waves back with a smile. I can't help but notice Jisoo's inflated belly. Is she still pregnant after all this time?

"Annyeong Jisoo, Annyeong Yeoni. You still pregnant Jisoo?"

Jisoo blushes.

"Erm...no...I delivered a couple of months back but I'm...pregnant again...triplets this time."

"Jinja?" I gasp. She smiles sheepishly and nods.

"You know Yeoni and I...we have bad self control so uh...yes."

"Yoo-jin-gyosunim did say I have good swimmers..."

"Ya! Yeong Yeong!" Jisoo scolds her husband with a slap for good measure. He chuckles and smiles sheepishly.

I chuckle and pat my friend on her shoulder. Wow...she's gonna be a mother of 5! To be fair, if anyone was gonna take care of that many children, it'll be Jisoo. She's just such a strong and caring woman, she'll raise her kids very well.

"Congrats to you Jichu. May you have a great motherhood."

"Can't get any better than this," she smiles as she looks up at her husband.

"That's sweet...could you excuse us guys?" Jennie says. The girls and Yeoni nod and the 3 of us walk away.

"So?" Jennie asks. I sigh and reluctantly give her the answer.

"I'll do it."

Jennie squeals but quickly covers her mouth.

"I'm sorry, but thank you unnie. I'll make it up to you somehow."

"You better..."

Jennie smiles.

"Thank you so much for this unnie...he's one of my biggest investors and to disappoint him...it'd be catastrophic for the company. Not to mention that Jisoo-unnie would kill me too..."

"It's not me you should be thanking, it's Sang-woo. He agreed to be lonely for the night to save both our reputations," I say. Sang-woo blushes and shakes his head.

"N-No...it's alright..."

I sigh and slap his arm.

"Ya, you're literally agreeing for someone to borrow your girlfriend. This is not alright!" I scold him. He smiles sheepishly.

"Whoops..."

Just then, Joo-hyun walks over to us.

"Jagi-ya, he's here."

Jennie nods and turns to me.

"It's time unnie."

"God I hate parties," I mutter under my breath as I reluctantly let go of my boyfriend's hand. He smiles and gives me a small nod.

"See you later my darling, be nice yea?"

I think I just found my second favourite pet name.

"See you," I say before getting dragged off by Jennie. She takes me through the crowd and over to one of the VIP tables. As we approach, I internally retch as I see a middle aged man sitting there, a glass of Champagne in hand. Really Jennie? Really?

"Sung-ho-ssi!" Jennie squeals as she runs over to him. The man lets out a hearty, loud laugh that hurts my ears as he gives Jennie a hug, sending shivers down my spine as I imagine any sort of skin-ship with him.

"Happy birthday Jennie! How are you?" He booms.

"I'm great! How about you?"

"I could use the company of that girl you promised me," he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. I involuntarily shudder, hating this guy already.

"Right. Here she is! Meet Im Nayeon!" Jennie says a little too enthusiastically for my liking as she presents me to him like I'm some trophy.

"My my...aren't you a work of art," he whispers as his hand reaches forward to touch my hand. I have never pulled my hand away so fast in my entire life.

"Ah! And she's feisty too! Just my type!" He chuckles.

"Haha...what are you doing unnie?" Jennie whispers.

"If you think I'm gonna let Jabba the hut over there touch me, you're fucking insane."

"Please unnie...it's only for a few hours..."

I glare at her, making a mental note to slap her one day.

"I'll kill you," I mutter before Jennie practically forces me to sit down next to him.

"I'll leave you two to talk, I've got guests to attend to. See you guys around!" She chirps before walking off. I watch my final route of escape walk off before turning to the gross man next to him.

Okay Nayeon...just hold a conversation for a while and time should fly by in a jiffy...you got this. A few hours and you'll be back with Sang-woo. This can't be too bad...

"So are you into cryptocurrency?" He begins.

Fucking hell, this will be bad.

***

It's been 4 hours since Nayeon left and I was starting to feel it. I just finished eating the dinner served alone and was now looking around for Nayeon. Sure, I did manage to chat up with a few other people like Chaeryoung, a director from a fashion company called ITZY and Yoo Ji-min (or...was it Karina? I don't know...I'm too busy thinking about Nayeon...) CEO of æspa, a VR tech company, but it didn't feel the same without my bunny girl.

I admit, I do regret letting her go like that, but it's for the best. I don't want her reputation to be tarnished, not like that. I know that I told her I trust her, but deep down inside me, there was something gnawing me on the inside, a bad feeling she just might be enjoying this man's company more than mine.

That all changed when I get a text from her.

>Outside, now.

I quickly pocket my phone and walk out of the ballroom. Nayeon comes out a few minutes later and throws herself into my arms.

"Baby..." she whispers as she squeezes me tight.

"Hey my bunny," I smile as I enjoy her familiar warmth.

"I seriously can't do this anymore...I deadass got hooked up with some middle aged guy who's been talking to me about bitcoin for a full two hours."

"Well there's a reason he's cryptocurrently single," I joke. She laughs and nuzzles my neck.

"I miss you already..."

"It's been 4 hours."

"4 hours too long babe..." she adds. I can't help but agree with her. All I want to do now is just sit down next to her and cuddle.

"Are you lonely?" she asks. I see no point in denying the truth.

"Incredibly."

She sighs and rests her head back n my shoulder.

"A few more minutes baby...then we can go back to my place and make things up to you."

You know what? That sounds great.

"Sure..." I whisper. She giggles and whispers in my ear.

"I'm gonna devour your lips as soon as this Party's over..."

***

Nayeon wasn't kidding when she said that she would devour my lips. As soon as Jennie finished her speech, Nayeon dropped my a text telling me to get ready to leave. A couple of minutes later, here we are, back in her house, making out furiously at her front door.

"Fuck I hated that party," she pants as we break away.

"Me too Nayeon...I see why you hate it now."

She giggles and drapes her arms around my neck. Her soft pillowy lips are back on mine as we kiss passionately, savouring this moment.

"Let's make things up to you now," she whispers before flashing a cheeky smile at me and dragging me in. She leads me to her bedroom and tackles us into the bed.

"I thought about this really hard babe..."

"While that guy talked to you about bitcoin?"

She giggles and gets on top of me.

"Yes...and...I think I know how to make things up to you now..."

"What is it?"

"Remember our little...situation this morning?"

I nod.

"Did...did you enjoy it?"

I pout and think for a moment.

"Honestly? Y-Yea..."

She smiles.

"Great, cause that sets us up."

"For?"

She leans down and whispers into my ear.

"Let's have sex."

She sits back up and we stare into each other's eyes.

"Are you sure Nayeon?" I confirm. She replies by taking my hand and guiding it up to her breast, just like this morning. This time, I'm not shocked, I just let it happen. She puts my hand on her soft, pillowy mound and gives it a squeeze.

"Yes...I want to make love to you babe."

We stare into each other's eyes and it's clear what we want...we want each other.

"Okay Nayeon...if that's what you want," I whisper as I put my other hand on her other breast. I slowly start kneading them together as Nayeon lets out soft moans, letting me know that I'm doing well. As I continue, Nayeon reaches behind her and I hear a zipper being undone.

She shrugs off the straps of her dress and I let go of her tits to help get it off her. The red dress that hugged her perfect frame fell around her and pools around her, revealing herself to me. Nayeon instinctively moves to cover herself up due to the lack of a bra.

"I...this...this is my first..."

I smile and lean forward to kiss her.

"Me too Nayeon..."

"Jinja?"

"Yup...do I look like a playboy?"

"N-No...it's just that...your so perfect...I figured someone must've taken their chance on you."

I chuckle and shake my head.

"Nope...you're my first girlfriend Nayeon. You gave me my first kiss, your my first love, and I'm happy that I get to experience this with you."

Her eyes sparkle at my words.

"I'm happy that I'm doing this with you too...I can't see myself doing this with anyone else."

I can't help but smile at how adorable this girl is.

"You're a little overdressed here babe...let me help you with that."

She hesitates for a second before removing her hands off her chest. The best way to describe Nayeon: Perfect. She's blessed with a pair of full, medium sized breasts. Her pink, erect nipples stand proudly as she reaches forward to unbutton my jacket. I can feel my boner growing by the second.

"Gosh...you're so hot..." I muse as she starts working in my tie. She blushes as she removes the tie from my collar.

"Thanks babe..." she whispers as she starts unbuttoning my shirt. I can't help but ogle at her perky tits as she starts to remove my shirt.

"Ya! Quit staring and help me remove your shirt!" She scolds. I blush and help her to take my suit off me. My trousers are the next to go and soon, we're both just sitting in our underwear.

"Oh wow..." she whispers as she runs a hand down my chest. She bites her bottom lip sexily as her hands caress my shoulders and muscles, making my hairs stand.

"I like this..." she whispers as her hands continue to journey down my body. Her hand inevitably falls onto my rock hard cock and I hear her gasp.

"It...it feels so...big..."

I blush a little at the mention of my size.

"Thanks I guess?" I reply. She giggles and leans in so that our faces are just centimetres away.

"Let's get started," she breaths before pressing her lips against mine. We kiss passionately as my hands run down her smooth back, finding her plump, cute ass. I give it a squeeze and she moans into my mouth in response. I slowly start moving my kisses down to her jaw and start journeying down from there. As soon as my lips touch her neck, she lets out a sharp gasp. I quickly pull away.

"Are you okay? A-Am I hurting you?"

She shakes her head.

"Y-You're not baby...it's...it's just that my neck...it's sensitive."

"So should I stop?"

"N-No...it's not sensitive in the way that it hurts...it's...it's sensitive in the way that it's...my weak spot."

I give her an impish grin.

"That gives me a new objective then."

I give her a wink before going back to attack her neck. Her moans start filling the air as I alternate between sucking and licking her achilles heel.

"F-Fuck...Sang-woo..." she gasps. She squirms and start to reposition herself on my thigh. I hazard a glance down there and see that she's got a soaking wet patch at her crotch area. Her hips start moving back and forth as she starts to grind my thigh, leaving trails of her juices.

"Fuck keep doing that..." she moans as her hips begin to pick up pace.

Nayeon is soon reduced to a withering, beautiful mess on top of me as she continues to chase her orgasm. Her once neatly combed hair is now matted and her skin is glistening with sweat accumulated on her body. Her slick frame continues to move back and forth on top of me as I continue stimulating her neck, attacking it with my mouth as best as I can. Nayeon's moans and soft gasps are akin to music in my ears as my beautiful girlfriend continues rub her pussy on my thigh through her underwear.

"You make me so wet baby," she gasps as the damp patch on her panties keeps growing and growing by the second. My erection is full on raging in my pants and my boxers seem unnaturally tight right now.

"I'm gonna cum."

Those four words are all I need to increase the intensity of my attack. I begin to suck harder and lick faster and in response, Nayeon's moans grow in volume and the duration between them shorten, signifying her impending orgasm that could hit at any second.

"Cumming!" Is all Nayeon can manage to cry out before she hits her high. I stop my assault and pull away just in time to witness Nayeon's orgasm. Her body twitches with pleasure as I feel her juices gush out through her panties and onto my leg. Her juices squirt out for what feels like forever, like a never ending stream. She twitches on top of me as her hands grip the back of my neck tightly and her nails claw into my back, sending a sting that's oddly pleasurable up my spine.

When Nayeon comes down from her high, her body goes limp against me as her shoulders heave while she catches her breath.

"You okay Nayeon?" I whisper as I run my fingers through her hair.

"Never...been...better..." She pants as she wipes the sweat from her forehead. She gains some strength and pushes herself off of my chest. I grip her forearms to steady her as she smiles at me, her eyes glazed over with a combination of lust and exhaustion.

"That was so much better than masturbating..."

I raise my eyebrows.

"You masturbate?"

"Girls got to get off too you know?"

She goes silent as she continues to pant.

"You want a break?" I ask.

"No...I want more."

She silently gets off me and sinks to her knees. With nimble hands, she pulls down my boxers, my cock springing free and hitting her in the face.

"Fuck. Why is it so big?" She muses as she looks at my fully erect penis.

"How the hell will this fit in me?" She asks as she looks up into my eyes.

"W-We don't need to put it in if you don't want to..."

She smiles and looks back at my dick.

"Nah. We'll put it in. But let's see if I can fit it in my mouth first."

She opens wide and takes my cock into her mouth. She starts bobbing her head up and down, sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting up from my crotch.

"F-Fuck...N-Nayeon..." I gasp as she continues bobbing her head up and down like a life buoy in water. I push the stray lock of hair away from her face as she continues her work. She releases my cock from her mouth and begins furiously jerking my spit covered shaft off.

"Am I doing well baby?" She asks in a low, sexy voice as she stares deep into my eyes. I can only manage a nod before I let out yet another strangled moan as she takes my cock back into her warm mouth. The sensation of her soft tongue on the base of my cock and the tight walls of her inner cheeks clasping around me drives me nuts as my hands grip her hair. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, savoring the feeling of her lips swallowing up my cock, slurping loudly as her lips traveled back and forth, slobbering all over my shaft.

"You're amazing Nayeon," I say. In reply, she winks at me before taking my cock deeper down her throat. I feel the tip of my penis hit the back of her throat and my eyes widen as she doesn't gag at all. Her lips rest at my base for several seconds before slowly retreating. She continued to take me in and out of her warm wet mouth with ease, rapidly bobbing her head more as I moaned in delight.

It didn't take long for me to feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge as Nayeon works her magic in between my legs.

"Nayeon...I-I'm gonna cum..."

Nayeon hums on my cock and she releases it with a pop.

"Took you long enough," she giggles before she starts to jerk me off at an alarmingly fast rate.

"Give me your cum baby...I want to taste you," she says in a sultry tone. Gone was the shy, unsure Nayeon from a couple of minutes back, she's been replaced by the naughty, sexy Nayeon who knows what she wants.

"I-I'm cumming."

Upon hearing those words, Nayeon quickly puts my cock back into her mouth just in time as I cum. I explode inside her warm mouth as Nayeon delightfully takes it all. She waits patiently for me to finish before slowly releasing my cock from her mouth. She sticks out her tongue, showing me my load in her mouth before closing her mouth and swallowing it all for me to see.

"Best squid I've tasted," she smiles as she licks her lips. I chuckle and help her up to her feet.

"You were amazing."

"Guess I'm just a natural then," she smirks. The cheeky look in her eyes quickly turns into a look of desire as she leans forward and kisses me.

"Shall we?" she whispers as she glances at the bed. I smile and kiss her back.

"We shall."

She silently crawls onto the bed on all fours and rolls over onto her back. She spreads her legs and looks at me, her face displaying a sexy yet gorgeous smile. Her hand moves down and her fingers splay her pussy lips.

"Come fuck me baby."

No four words could ever incite such lust in me as I crawl over and position myself over my girlfriend. I aline the tip of my cock with her entrance and look up at her. She gives me a small nod and lean down to give her a kiss.

"I'm putting it in now," I whisper before pushing myself into her. I feel her hymen tear and she lets out a small yelp of pain as I bury myself halfway into her.

"Are you okay Nayeon? Should I pull out?"

She shakes her head.

"No...put it all the way in...then give me time to adjust."

I nod and quickly push the other half of myself into her. I let out a soft sigh as her walls hug my shaft tightly, squeezing the life out of my cock.

"Fuck...your so big..." she gasps as she slowly starts adjusting to my size. I bend down and give her a kiss, helping her cope with the pain she's feeling.

"Just tell me when you're ready babe. I'll wait."

She nods silently and takes a few deep breaths. A couple of minutes later, she gives me another small nod and I start moving my hips slowly. We both moan as we experience our first time together, her arms and legs wrap around me as she pulls me down to kiss her. I continue my slow, sensual thrusts into her tight body as our tongues dance with each other and our breaths mix into one.

"F-Fuck..." Nayeon moans softly after a particularly hard thrust from my end.

"Sorry babe."

"N-No...keep fucking me like that..."

I stop for a moment to gaze into her eyes, searching for any signs of pain and uncertainty. There are none. I nod and I straighten my body, spreading her legs and holding on to her warm, milky thighs. I take moment to appreciate the sight before me. Nayeon's half lidded eyes gaze back into mine, her lips slightly parted in pleasure and her hair all over her face. I let out a small chuckle and push away the strands obstructing her vision.

"Gorgeous..." I whisper. Nayeon gives me an adorable smile as she reaches forward to hold my hands gripping the inside of her thighs.

"I'm ready baby...give it to me."

She doesn't have to say anything else as I begin thrusting hard into her, catching her by surprise as she lets out a gasp that quickly turns into a string of hot, wordless moans as I pound her, watching as those delicious round breasts bounce with every deep stroke.

"Fuck baby! You're so deep inside me!" She cries as her hand reaches down, furiously rubbing circles in her clit. The sight turns me on as double my efforts and begin to pick up my pace. The response I get is delightful as her mouth parts in a letter 'O' and a staccato of cute squeals and moans leave her mouth.

"You feel so good, Nayeon" I moan, my eyes meeting her own that share the same lust.

"S-So do you, baby. F-Fuck me deep, I'm all yours."

As I begin to adjust to the pace that I set, Nayeon reaches up to play with her perky tits. She kneads them together, over and over as she continues to stare deep into my eyes, her adorable face twisted into one of pleasure and lust.

My hands reach to hold her slender waist as I drive myself into her tight, wanton body. I can feel the bed shaking and creaking due to how hard I'm thrusting into her. Every now and then, I check on her to see if she's exhibiting any signs of pain but for the entire duration of our love making, she's shown none. A flood of steady gasps and sensual moans escape Nayeon's plump lips as I keep the pace steady, watching the mesmerising sight of Nayeon being taken hard below me. I know that I should really be going slower but I can't stop myself.

Creaking, long, drawn out moans and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills Nayeon's room as I continue fucking her in this position. Even more sweat starts to accumulate on Nayeon's milky skin as her body rocks with every thrust. The sounds of her soaking wet pussy squelching with every entrance and exit of my dick only helps add to the already steamy atmosphere as Nayeon and I started moaning louder and louder. Our breaths are both equally ragged and sweat was dripping off my hair and onto Nayeon, but she can't care less. The only thing that matters to her now is my cock pummelling her senseless. After a while, I slow down the pace and halt to a stop. Nayeon opens her eyes and looks at me.

"You okay baby?"

"Yea...I just...want to try it in another position."

She giggles and I pull myself out of her.

"I know what you want," she smirks before flipping into her belly, presenting her cute, plump bubble butt to me. She wiggles her ass invitingly as she turns back and give me seductive smile.

"What are you waiting for? Don't leave me empty!"

I step up behind her and line myself up with her slackened lips before entering her in one swift thrust. She moans as her walls hug my cock once more.

"Naughty bunny," I whisper into her ear. She giggles and turns back to look at me.

"Don't naughty bunnies deserve to be punished?"

A sly smile crosses both our faces.

"Oh? How do you suggest that I punish this one then?"

"By pounding me senseless. Stretch me out with your big cock, fuck me till I can't walk. Fuck me raw, make me cum."

"What do we say when we want something Nayeon?"

She glares at me before sighing.

"Do you really have to implement social etiquette into sex?"

"It's just basic manners. I could always just...you know..."

I redraw my dick from her, leaving only the tip inside her. My action obtains a whine from my girlfriend as she attempts to throw her hips back to impale herself, but I'm quicker and I firmly grab her hips.

"What's the magic word Nayeon?"

"Fuck you...put it in me..."

"Not till you say the magic word..."

She sighs before she turns around to stare at me.

"Please...fuck me."

I smile and straighten myself up.

"Good bunny."

Her eyes sparkle from the compliment and she moans as I push myself back into her.

I give myself a few seconds to admire her body. Even from behind, she's perfect, her hourglass frame is clearly seen and her cute, juicy ass is a cherry on top. I give her butt a squeeze before I enter her with a strong thrust.

"Fuck!" She cries out as I feel my dick hit her cervix.

"You asked so you shall receive," I smirk before I start to pound her. No build up of speed, no warning, just straight up jackhammering myself into her tight, wet slit.

"Yes yes yes! Fuck me hard baby, I'm all yours, I'm your slutty bunny!" She moans as she throws her head back, her hair flying all over the place. I bend forward and crash my lips onto hers, kissing her furiously as I continue taking her from behind.

"Is this what you wanted?" I growl in a husky voice.

"Y-Yes...I want this. I want you to destroy me and leave me in a mess...please...fill me with your cum..."

I aggressively push her down onto the mattress. Her arms give out and she willingly plants her face into the soft, firm bed, her hot moans now being muffled by her blanket. I drop the aggressiveness for a second as I bend down to check on her, slowing down my thrusts as well.

"Sorry about that baby, you okay?"

She lifts her head from the sheets and turns back to smile at me, her body rocking with every thrust from me.

"I'm loving this. Go back to being aggressive, it turns me on so much."

"You sure?"

"I'll tell you if you're hurting me. Safe word's pineapple juice."

"Pineapple juice? Really?"

"I don't know anymore okay? Just came to mind. Just shut up and fuck me."

I nod and quickly get back to the vigorous pace that I was originally fucking Nayeon in. Her ass ripples deliciously with each thrust as my aggressive side quickly surfaces yet again. I go along with whatever my body felt like doing and so I give her ass a spank.

"Oh god!" She says as her walls clench tighter around me in response. I continue to spank her ass, alternating between cheeks to make sure that I don't leave her in too much pain.

"Spank me baby! Spank my ass!" She encourages me as she lifts her head back up, gasping for air. Squeezing the flesh of her hips to pull her on my cock, my shaft filled Nayeon up as I fuck her from behind, watching between her cute bubble but as my cock disappeared and reappeared inside her pussy.

"You like this?"

"Yes! I love it!"

"What a dirty little..."

I hold myself back from saying the word, I'm not sure if I'd hurt Nayeon emotionally if I say it.

Nayeon turns back and looks me dead in the eyes, she momentarily pauses her moans to say her next sentence.

"Say it, fucking say it...oh fuck...call me what you want to call me."

I grip her shoulders and pull her up against my chest so that she's almost upright against me.

"You sure?"

"Fucking say it!" she hisses.

"What a dirty little slut. You like being pounded like this don't you?" I whisper as I fondle with her breasts.

She gasps and nods in reply.

"Yes. Shit...Your slutty bunny loves it when you treat her like this!"

"Then I'll keep treating you this way," I declare as I hook the crook of Nayeon's arms with mine, keeping her upright as I continue to drive myself into her.

"Fuck baby...if you keep this up...I-I'm gonna cum."

"Then cum Nayeon. Cum for me."

I can never forget the lustful look in her eyes as she turns around to gaze back at me.

"You want me to cum on your cock?"

A smirk creeps it's way onto my face as I lean in to whisper into her ear.

"Cum for me my slutty bunny."

Nayeon suddenly screams and my cock gets forced out of her pussy. She moans as she gushes onto her bedsheets, soaking them through.

"Wow...did you just cum from me calling you my slutty bunny?"

Nayeon screams again as she gets a second orgasm. This one seems a lot more intense than the first as her body withers and twitches while she squirts out her juices. Her body goes limp against me as she continues to twitch from the aftermath of her orgasm.

"F-Fuck...I think...I think I have trigger words with you babe..."

I cock my head.

"Trigger words?"

She nods, her eyes closed from exhaustion.

"I just came twice from you calling me a slutty bunny...that's...that's insane..."

"Maybe let's stop here Nayeon...you're exhausted."

"No...you haven't came inside me yet, I want your cum in me..."

This girl seriously came 3 times and still wants to keep going...my god, she's insatiable!

"Okay...let's just take it slow from here on out, I don't think your body can handle rough sex anymore."

She nods and rolls back onto her back, returning to the position she was in originally.

"We are not stopping till I get your cum," she declares. I smile slyly as an idea crosses my mind. I position myself such that my face is just right in front of her slit and I prepare myself.

"Whatever you want...my slutty bunny."

And just like that, Nayeon hits her fourth orgasm for the night. This time, I'm quickly out my mouth around her slit and lap up her juices.

"F-F-Fuck! S-Sang-woo!" She screams as her back arches, her tight tummy rising into the air as her body forms a rainbow shape before she crashes down onto the bed, her breathing ragged. Her body can be compared to that of a rag doll's as lies there, her body limp and unmoving. I lick my lips and smack them, expressing my delight.

"Best rabbit I've tasted."

"F-Fuck...y-you..." she pants as I position myself in top of her. I give her a smile before I enter the tightness of her womanhood once again. I started to rock my hips slowly, giving Nayeon the slow, sensual sex I promised.

"You're so beautiful Nayeon."

She manages a weak smile as she wraps her arms around me.

"Cum inside me...please...you've kept me waiting all night."

I chuckle and peck her on the lips.

"Alright alright...I'll do it this time, I promise."

"You better, cause I'm not letting you go anywhere till I get your cum."

With that, she wraps her legs around my waist, tightly holding me there. Even if I want to pull out now, I can't.

"I've been thinking about this since this morning..." she whispers in between her dog moans.

"Really?"

She nods.

"After what happened in the o-office...I-I...shit...you're so deep in me baby..."

I chuckle and momentarily stop my thrusts.

"Go on," I say. Her arms wrap around my neck before she continues.

"After what happened in the office...I...I was so scared that I was trying to force something on you. But when you told me that it was alright...I started thinking about when would be my first time with you...throughout my life, I thought I'd only be able to cum by doing it myself...but now...I have my lover with me."

I smile warmly at Nayeon as she returns the smile.

"I'm so happy that I'm doing this with you Sang-woo...you touched my life, you changed me, made me feel again...and I'm eternally grateful for that...so not only is this making up to you for the party...but it's also to thank you for being the best boyfriend and secretary I could ever ask for."

My hearts fills with warmth as I reach up to caress Nayeon's cheek.

"I'm honoured babe...and it's my pleasure to help you become a better person."

Her eyes glimmer with happiness as she pulls me down into a kiss.

"Thank you baby...I love you so much."

"I love you too bunny."

We stare into each other's eyes. Our session just went from rough and hard sex to slow and passionate love making. What a day huh?

"Let's continue baby," Nayeon suggests. I nod and resume my slow but deep thrusts into her. Nayeon lets her hands drop from my neck and onto the bed where I lace my fingers with hers. I could feel the tingle of my impending orgasm as I savor every thrust, every small pulse of her pussy from her other orgasms as I slowly start feeling my orgasm build up inside me.

I lower myself down just enough so that I can kiss Nayeon. Her tongue requests for access into my mouth and I let her in willingly, letting her explore the insides of my mouth as the two of us continue racing into the night, savouring the feeling each other's bodies as we made love to each other. Nayeon releases my mouth from hers and shifts it next to my ear.

"Cum for me, please...fill me. Fill me with your cum. I want it. Please...cum inside me."

Her soft moans and gasps next to my ear encourage me with each thrust I take into her. She is so tight and wet around me, adding to the overwhelming feel of her body pressed and wrapped around me, welcoming each thrust into her body.

"I love you and only you Sang-woo. I'm all yours."

As she finishes her sentence, I orgasm almost instantly. My shaft pulses with each burst of semen erupting from it, filling Nayeon's pussy with thick, hot cum, every splash of hot juice eliciting a sharp gasp from her.

I feel every muscle in my body relax as I slip out of her. I flip down next to her on the bed and we both lay there, exhausted.

"Thank you baby," she smiles as she moves to rest her head on my chest. "I'll take pills tomorrow, let's rest now."

I can't help but nod as sleep sounds incredibly appealing at the moment.

"Rest now babe...we need all the energy we need for whatever comes tomorrow..."

Oh right...we are most likely gonna be in the news...I smile softly and stroke her hair.

"And whatever happens, we'll face it together," I affirm. She nods weakly before closing her eyes.

"Goodnight Sang-woo, I love you."

"Night my darling. Sweet dreams."

I pull the sheets over us as Nayeon cuddles up with me. We hold each other close as we slowly drift off to sleep.

What a day...

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Resting with the Boys[TM]

summary: what i think falling asleep with them around would be like. that- that’s it, that’s the post note: yayayayy first post! this has been in my notes app for a Long time, so.. buckle up, this is going to be kinda long no matter what i do, thoughts went brrrrrr, sorry lmao.

Lucifer ➛ Good luck getting a moment alone with him. With all the work he has assigned by Diavolo, the time he spends cleaning up after his brothers’ shenanigans, and his duties as the eldest, it seems like he never has free time. ➛ When you do catch him alone, he’s either not in the mood for any sort of interaction or he’s taken the liberty of passing out at his desk, pen still in hand as he rests. ➛ You aren’t doing so well yourself, being a human exchange student doesn’t mean R.A.D. will go easy on you. Classes, assignments, and sometimes even just having to deal with the rest of the student body can be pretty tiring. ➛ Your patience pays off when the day finally comes that he’s mostly free of duties and your assigned tasks at the moment are all finished as well.

➛ You two don’t really do much, you spend the time talking over hot beverages and enjoying each other’s company in his office. Just having you around and not causing a ruckus is already more than enough for him. ➛ Lucifer ends up going on a halfhearted rant about his brothers as he organizes some papers next to you. How he found out about another one Satan and Belphie’s plots to inconvenience him and how he’ll turn it against them, wondering how the house hasn’t been decimated while he went on business trips sometimes... It’s nice seeing him not as uptight as he usually is. ➛ You end up getting a little drowsy despite your best attempts to listen to what he’s saying. Eventually your drowsiness wins over and you kinda.. nod off. Hopefully he doesn’t mind. (He does mind, actually. Sleeping sitting down may sound like a good idea at first, but Lucifer knows your neck will hate you for it when you wake up.) ➛ He doesn’t want to wake you, so he carefully nudges your head onto his lap before finishing up with the papers, occasionally running his hand through your hair. ➛ Once he’s done, he carries you to your room and makes sure you’re comfortable before leaving a kiss on your forehead and leaving, closing the door softly behind him.

Mammon ➛ When you suggest a lazy afternoon to him, he’ll act as if he has no time for a silly activity like that. Why would he? The Great Mammon has better things to do with his time than spending it lazing around with some- ➛ He trails off once he sees your slightly disappointed face. When you say you’ll find someone else to nap with, he changes his tune almost instantly. ➛ He just.. takes your wrist and goes “W-well, if ya want it THAT badly... but just this once, got it??” as he sorta tugs you along to his bedroom. ➛ This is where you learn that he has no idea how to share a bed with someone else. He seems torn between wanting to scoot closer or give you as much space he can without actually leaving the bed. ➛ You decide to make the decision for him, resting your head on his shoulder as you start rambling. Mammon warms up eventually and slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you a bit closer. ➛ You drift off during a lull in the conversation, unintentionally leaving him hanging for a full minute before he realizes you’re asleep. ➛ He watches you for a while and makes sure you’re really out, then reaches for his phone and takes a picture (or five) of your sleeping face. What? You’re cute even when you sleep apparently! He’d rather go through one of Lucifer’s scoldings than admit that to your face in the near future though. ➛ You know that meme where people say they can't do anything because a cat fell asleep on them? Yeah, that happened to Mammon because of the arm he placed around you, he ended up falling asleep with you wrapped in his arms. ➛ When you wake up, you cannot move without his grip getting just a bit tighter. Greedy even in his sleep, it seems... rip if you have to go to the bathroom lmao

Leviathan ➛ You two spent pretty much the whole day in his room, geeking out over shared interests, catching up on anime Levi introduced to you, trying (and occasionally failing) at the games you both play ➛ You don’t even notice it’s well past 1 AM until you feel like you’ve been staring at a screen for an awful long time now, what time is- oh. ➛ Levi’s slightly disappointed that your hangout has to end, but yeah, he gets it. Everyone needs their sleep, even hardcore otakus. He’s about to tell you that you can leave when you flop into his bathtub bed, saying you’re too tired to walk all the way back. ➛ He short-circuits at the sight of you wrapping yourself around one of the many body-sized pillows, and when you realize he still has to get in the tub to sleep? And instead of getting out, you sit up and insist on him getting in with you??? ➛ A system error has occurred. Please restart your Leviathan. Come on, this is like that one scene in this shoujo anime he’s found where the main character and the person they’re pining for share a bed! ➛ He doesn’t say anything, but judging by the expression he’s making and how he’s clambering in behind you, you don’t think he minds too much. ➛ You two end up with his upper body propped up by the pillows and you kinda laying on top of him. It's a bit awkward considering the unconventional sleeping area, but it’s honestly more comfortable than you expected. ➛ Levi actually ends up falling asleep before you. You thought you were tired? Try being awake for 22 hours straight waiting for an exclusive merch drop you just couldn’t miss. He is out, and nothing you do can wake him. ➛ You both end up waking around noon thanks to your little late night stunt. Consider yourselves lucky that Satan saved you guys a plate before Beel got to it.

Satan ➛ He finds you in the House’s library, bent over at a table studying three textbooks at once. Understandable, given that it’s exam season, but it doesn’t look like you’re doing yourself any favors. ➛ And he’s right. You can’t make sense of anything in the books and you can feel a small headache coming on ➛ Satan offers to give you some help with your studies... after you’ve rested. He won’t take no for an answer, and since his room is much closer, he thinks it’s fine if you crash there while you take a break. ➛ He just has to... actually make space for you to rest first, though. He can navigate the chaos that is his room just fine, but you could easily trip on something, or worse, accidentally activate something cursed. ➛ Once that’s taken care of, you take a seat on his bed, scrolling through your D.D.D. as he takes one of the chairs, picking up a novel he bookmarked. ➛ The scent of the books and the occasional sound of a page turning as Satan reads, along with his occasional hums of interest really helped put you at ease. After a couple of moments, despite yourself, you curl up and drift off. ➛ In between page turns, Satan would turn to check on you. When he realizes you’re asleep, he marks his novel and sets it down, turning to face you instead. Since he knows his room can get a bit drafty sometimes, he drapes a blanket over you, smiling softly as you wrap the blanket more around yourself. ➛ You looking so cozy almost makes him want to join you, but just seeing that you’re comfy and much less stressed than before is enough right now. He instead gives you a head pat and goes back to his novel, the smile never quite leaving his face.

Asmodeus ➛ You know Asmo loves spending time together, from shopping trips to going to new places to even simple things like a tea spilling session every other night. ➛ So when you come to his room one evening to tell him sorry, you don’t really feel like a night on the town right now and would rather stay in and recharge, he’s not even as disappointed as you’d thought he’d be. ➛ He insists on pampering you both tonight, that way, you get to rest and relax with him, and he gets you all to himself for at least a couple of hours, uninterrupted. It’s a win-win scenario, in his opinion, and who are you to decline? ➛ You let him work his magic with whatever he has laying around, falling into your usual routine of talking as he does his and your nails and readies a face mask for the two of you as ambient music from his D.D.D. fills the air. ➛ When you find yourself getting sleepy, Asmo doesn’t mind at all! He puts away the stuff he used and suggests a little impromptu sleepover. ➛ You shouldn’t have been that surprised when he climbs into the bed after you, and you should’ve realized he’d be just as clingy in bed as he is normally. He can and will be all over you if you let him— running his fingers through your hair, cuddles like there’s no tomorrow... ➛ His ridiculously soft and comfy bed definitely isn’t helping matters, and you drift off in record time. ➛ He’ll make sure you’re all tucked in and maybe internally squeal at how adorable you’re being, leaning into his touch in your sleep makes his heart do a flip ➛ You wake up the next day feeling like a new person, and next to you, looking surprisingly photogenic for someone half-asleep, is Asmo, tugging you back under the covers because it’s warmer with you in there.

Beelzebub ➛ He’s been waiting at R.A.D.’s entrance for 20 minutes now. You were supposed to meet him so you could head to Hell’s Kitchen and hang out for a bit, but there’s still no sign of you and you haven’t read any of his texts. ➛ He gets a text from you then. Turns out your phone was on silent, because you felt a little burnt out from school and juggling hangout times with everyone else and went straight back to the House, wanting some quiet time. ➛ You send another message apologizing for the sudden change of plans and for not seeing his messages sooner, but Beel is pretty understanding. ➛ He isn’t letting his chance at being with you go that easily, though. He drops by a store to get you a little care package (and a handful of snacks so he still has something to give you by the time he gets to the house) and heads home. ➛ A few moments later, your door opens to reveal Beel. He leaves the food he brought on your table and sits down on the edge of your bed. You decide a cuddle buddy doesn’t sound too bad right now. After all, you already had the experience of sharing a room with Beel, surely sharing a bed will be similar? ➛ ... Not exactly. He’ll unintentionally take up half your bed no matter what you two do; you’ll either be searching for space or be pulled into the space he’s occupying like some sort of demon-shaped black hole. ➛ The solution: lay on his chest. He assures you that you aren’t too heavy for him, and if he’s being honest? Your weight is actually kinda comforting. ➛ You stay like that for a while, listening to his breathing and heartbeat, and eventually the stress of the past few days melts away, and you fall asleep with your arms draped over him like a pillow. ➛ He doesn’t mind, since you’re pretty much a living teddy bear to him, and he lets himself relax, a hand resting on your back. He just hopes his stomach won’t wake you both up...

Belphegor ➛ Let me get this straight. You want Belphegor, the literal Avatar of Sloth, to take a nap with you? Chances are he’s already half-asleep and all that’s left to do is join him... if he lets you. ➛ He’ll look at you, slightly irritated, but he’s too tired to argue, and you’d be warmer than a pillow, at least, so he motions for you to get in next to him. Just don’t move around too much or he’ll hog all the blankets in retaliation. ➛ If you’re close enough with him, either one of you has unspoken permission to join the other while they’re resting, no questions asked. ➛ Probably has a bunch of pillows and blankets stowed away in various parts of the House, so nap supplies are readily available. Saves him from having to drag his stuff from place to place. ➛ The one downside to sleeping with Belphie is that he doesn’t need any time to unwind. He can go from full attention to catching Zs in minutes, leaving you no choice but to follow him into dreamland. ➛ He does cuddle a lot, though he’ll brush it off as using you as his personal heater. He’ll complain if you try to do it first, but he won’t make any moves to actually stop you. He actually might lean into you, making up an excuse about your side being comfier. ➛ If he really, really trusts you, he’ll lend you his beloved cow-print pillow. Only five minutes tops, though, then you have to give it back. ➛ When nights are bad and he doesn’t want to wake Beel up, he used to head to the planetarium to calm himself down. Now he slips into your room and takes comfort in knowing that you’re still safe and sound. You’ve woken up several times finding Belphie nuzzled into your blanket. ➛ If he feels especially clingy, his demon form’s tail will appear, slowly but firmly wrapping itself around your waist. Good luck getting out of bed without him knowing.

#dre's writing #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luficer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me scenarios

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bqstqnbruin · 3 years

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Ok so here I am somehow with a second fic in a matter of, what, two ish days? Anyway, this is one that I wrote and posted last year but I reread it and it sucked so I took it down and rewrote it. Hope you like it!

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: none? swearing? Typos for sure.

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You loved him with your whole heart; there was nothing that you wouldn’t do for him, and you knew that he felt the same about you. At least, that’s what you used to believe.

Ever the one for dramatics, a three am alarm was what made you question not only your whole relationship but your whole existence. The witching hour was an ungodly time to be waking up and getting ready, no matter what the reason was. Even when it involved flying off to Europe for a destination wedding that involved Jake’s entire team.

“Babe?” you call to him, the shower just turning off. He pokes his head out, hair wet, droplets of water rolling down his face as he waited for you to answer, “We’re going to have time to stop at a Dunkin’, right?” you whine, doing everything in your power to not pass out then and there instead of finishing your packing.

“Maybe?” he says, ducking back into the bathroom before coming out with just a towel on, hanging on his waist. If you weren’t so exhausted, the things you could be doing right now, your mind wanders as he continues talking, “We have to get through TSA and I don’t think they would allow you to bring that through security, would they?”

“Fucking hell,” you mutter to yourself, throwing the last of what you needed into your suitcase, trying to find anything of Jake’s lying around that you knew he would forget. “What if I finish it in the car before we go through security?” you beg, hoping he’ll cave.

“Y/N,” he sings, “then you’re going to have to use the bathroom a million times and it’s going to be my fault.”

“Do I have to be pleasant before I get coffee in me?”

You hear him laugh from the bathroom as you lean back on the bed and close your eyes. “You wouldn’t be you if you were pleasant before your coffee, babe.” You do everything in your power to try to stay awake while he gets ready, him saying random things as he runs around getting dressed, you murmuring weak responses in return. “Hey, come on, sleepyhead,” he says, pulling you off the bed, “We’ve gotta get to Logan.”

You drive there in silence, praying for the moment you get coffee in you as you still struggle to stay awake while Jake keeps talking. The car stops, Jake pulling down the window when you finally open your eyes, seeing that you were sitting in the drive-thru line at Dunkin. “God, I love you,” you say, leaning over and kissing his cheek, a smile covering his face.

“Who’s paying, you or me?” he asks, not letting you answer due to the voice of the cashier inside coming through the speaker to take your order. Two small coffees, enough to hold you over for the drive to the airport before you get more coffee once you’re through the gate. He looks at you as you stare down at your phone, having to check your bank account to see if you even had the money to begin with. “I’ll pay for both,” he says, a calm tone covering her voice.

Money for you was tight. You had never really struggled to pay your bills and your share of the utilities, but you definitely didn’t have the amount of extra cash that Jake did because of the seemingly never-ending student loan payments you were making. “I’m sorry,” you say, taking the coffee from him so he can get to driving again. You hated having the money conversation; no matter who you talked to, they always seemed to bring up the fact that your NHL player boyfriend made more money in a single season than you had seen in your entire life. It always left things awkward, as the implication of you being a gold digger hung in the air between you and the person you were having a conversation with. “I can probably transfer some money from my savings for extra stuff, but I had really only planned on buying a few meals and a few other trinkets for my family,” you admit, staring at the low number that showed in your checking account.

“Hey,” he says, resting his hand on your thigh, not taking his eyes off the road, “It’s fine. Anything you want, I’ll pay for it.” You smile at him, hoping he couldn’t tell from the corner of his eye that it wasn’t sincere. That was another thing you hated: other people covering for you. You grew up being taught that if you didn’t have money for it, you either didn’t pay for it until you had the money yourself, or you forewent it entirely. Having to worry about paying someone back was unnecessary stress in your life. Or, if they were like Jake, then they would insist it was their treat, not taking the money you owed them no matter how much it was.

You look out the window, the empty, tree-lined highway lighting up as the sun rose over it, the sky turning from the dark purple night to a brilliant orange right in front of you. You had never been one to wake up for the sunrise, taking in the sight for what was probably the first time in your life. “It’s so beautiful,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this calm and quiet before.”

“I’ve seen one thing more beautiful than this,” he says, a huge smile on his face.

“What?” you ask, bracing him for the cheesy comment you knew he was going to make.

“You,” he says, proudly, trying to find your hand without looking away from the road, bringing it to his lips before connecting his back to the wheel.

“God,” you moan, both of you laughing, “That was so corny.”

“Well, they call me Chef JD, gotta have some corn sometimes,” he says, resulting in you screaming.

“I will in fact leave you if you say something like that again,” you tell him.

“Yeah? Where would you live, then?” he teases, immediately regretting his words, “Fuck, sorry.”

“I’d figure something out,” you tell him, trying to match his teasing tone so that he doesn’t think you took it the way you did. The rest of the ride to the airport is in silence, you both finishing your coffee as you pull up, seeing some of the guys getting their stuff out of their car at the same time. “Hey, aren’t international flights normally at night?” you ask Jake, Charlie, and Matt coming over to help you guys get your bags.

“Bergy booked the flight for all of us and we don’t question him,” Charlie says, pulling Jake away from you, the two of them wandering into the airport with Kylie trying to keep up with her own boyfriend

“It should be more concerning to all of you that he has to act like your father,” you say to Matt, walking with him to security. Besides Jake, you were closest to Matt. He adopted you as a pseudo younger sister, the one who knew just as much, if not more about you than your boyfriend.

Matt shrugs, watching Charlie and Jake mess around with each other in line in front of you, “It just kind of happened that way. None of us ever questioned it, like Chuck said.” The two of you watch the boys, bickering about something as they seemingly all forget their girls were standing right around them. You and Matt fall into a mundane conversation, watching Jake and Charlie together as they pass through security. The five of you gather your things, trying to find which way your gate was so you could meet the rest of the guys before boarding the flight.

Matt figured out that you were supposed to head to the left, so naturally, Jake and Charlie veered right, leaving you and Kylie with all their stuff to lug to the gate. “Where are they going?” you ask Kylie, dumbfounded as you struggle to carry Jake’s bag along with your own stuff.

“Charlie mentioned he was hungry on the way here, so I’m just hoping that’s where they’re going,” she mutters, “Dealing with all of them together is like herding cats,” clearly as cranky as you were earlier that morning as you try to stifle your laughter. Just like you, Kylie was not a person to interact with before she had caffeine in her, one of the reasons the two of you got along so well.

You get to the gate, Jake and Charlie nowhere to be seen even though you were suddenly surrounded by the rest of the Bruins roster. From the looks of the waiting area, the flight was mostly the guys and their families, and thankfully so: you would hate to be on a plane with the Bruins organization if you were outside the organization itself. You loved the boys, but god, they were loud and annoying sometimes. Everyone else on the plane would definitely hate the group, but they didn’t care. The city was fueled by the hate of everyone who wasn’t them.

Jake and Charlie finally reappear, more coffee and now food in hand. Jake hands you what he got you as you reposition yourself so you’re sitting cross-legged on the seat, slightly uncomfortable due to how scrunched up you were so you could face him. You lean over, kissing his cheek before you start eating

He turns his head to smile at you as you catch him off guard and kiss him again. “What’s this for?”

“I don’t tell you enough that I appreciate you,” you say to him, taking a bite of the breakfast sandwich he got you.

Jake smiles at you, turning himself so he faces you. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck, gently pulling you towards him so he can kiss your forehead, mumbling something you can’t quite make out against your skin. Charlie starts chirping Jake over something, resulting in him leaving you to go argue with his teammates. You can’t help but smile as you watch Jake and his teammates. You knew he loved them, just like they loved him.

“You didn’t have coffee in you when I was talking to you before and you were actually pleasant?” Matt plops down next to you, taking your attention away from Jake.

You roll your eyes at him, even though you knew he was right, “Shut up, Gryz. Jake and I stopped for coffee on the way here. This is round two,” you say, raising the cup to him. The two of you watch some of the younger guys aggregate around Jake and Charlie, Jake telling them some story while they hang onto every word of his, laughing their heads off with every sentence. “God, he loves you guys.”

“Yeah, but you know he loves you more,” Matt says, nudging your shoulder.

“I think he loves Oreos more than he loves me sometimes,” you joke, knowing that it’s not true. Hoping that it’s not true, more like it.

“Trust me, JD loves three things in this order: you, hockey, then Oreos. He loves you more than he loves hockey. Nothing you can do will change that.”

You both laugh, the announcement for your flight to board interrupting the noise the rest of the guys were making. Jake rushes over to your side, picking up the bags both of you were planning on bringing onto the plan, practically pushing Matt out of the way. He kisses you on the cheek, a soft smile on his face.

“What?” you ask him, linking your arm in his.

“I love you,” he says, getting in line behind some of the guys.

“I love you, too,” you say, leaning your head against his arm.

“Ready for seven hours on a plane with these fools?” Jake asks, using his other arm to gesture to the rest of his teammates.

“I’m only ready because you’re with me,” you say to him in a sing-songy voice.

“Woah! So you can be corny, but I can’t?” he jokes, sending you two into a flirty bickering match as you board the plane with everyone. You get settled into your seats, resting your head on his shoulder to hopefully fall back to sleep despite the amount of caffeine coursing through your veins. You can hear the guys talking around you, probably annoying the rest of the passengers on the flight more than they intended.

You end up in that half awake-half asleep state while on his shoulder, the sounds of the rest of the guys fading in and out as you did. You could feel Jake occasionally kissing the top of your head, resting his on yours in an effort to go to sleep like you were. Both of you were woken up by the sound of the flight attendant coming through with food, the long flight warranting a hot meal, you and Jake being handed something different than the rest of the people around you.

“What is it?” you whisper to him once the flight attendant has passed by you.

“None of the free meals looked good so I got us something different,” he says, taking a bite of what looked like chicken covered in some sort of sauce.

“We could have just done the free meal so you wouldn’t be paying for me again,” you mumble, a little annoyed that he didn’t even ask when paying for food made things awkward earlier that morning.

You sit there in silence, eating the food that Jake bought you. Honestly, it was airplane food, not something that you had even wanted in the first place but you couldn’t let it go to waste now.

“I think I’m gonna go sit with Charlie,” Jake says, getting up without saying another word once the food is gone, leaving you to sit there by yourself with the other people in the row.

You try to find something to watch on the screen in front of you, only to be interrupted by Matt appearing and Jake’s seat, startling you as you rip out the headphones you had on while the first movie available was starting to play. “Your boy just kicked me out of my seat by sitting on top of me.”

You can’t help but laugh, picturing the other passengers' reactions around then as the grown men that were Jake and his teammates acted like absolute children. “I don’t know what’s worse: the fact that he did that or that fact that I’m not shocked that he did that.” You watch him with Charlie, your smile fading as his grows.

“Hey, what’s up?” Matt asks, pulling your attention away from Jake.

“Same argument that we haven’t really fought over yet.” Matt was the only one on the team that knew about the seemingly never-ending awkwardness that surrounded you and Jake when it came to money. “It’s not getting worse, but it’s more frequent. I’m just worried we’re gonna end up blowing up at each other and losing each other in the process,” you tell him, fixating on the screen in front of you.

You hear him exhale, looking over to see a sad look on his face. A single lock of hair falls down in front of his forehead, moving along with the rest of his head, “Couples fight. I don’t want to tell you that you should have this argument this weekend, but you have to talk about it. And I mean really talk about it, not just the vague undertones you two constantly have dancing around the subject.”

You stare at him, slightly confused at how something like that came out of him, “I don’t like how you said that so eloquently,” you laugh, Matt throwing his head back to join you.

“But you know I’m right,” he says.

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” you huff, waving him off.

Without another word, he hands you his other earbud, starting a movie on his screen that would hopefully last the rest of the flight. You rest your head on his shoulder to get a better view of the screen, picturing Jake in his place.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you must have at some point because the next thing you know, the movie is over, the plane is about to land, and Matt is trying to get you off his shoulder so he can get back to his seat. “Hey, Y/N,” he whispers, nudging his shoulder gently. “Jake’s coming back,” he says, acting as if he didn’t want to get caught with you asleep next to him.

“Hi,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes as he plops back down in his seat, him kissing your cheek as you now struggle to stay awake. “It’s like, the middle of the night now, isn’t it?” you ask him, having no idea the time difference between Boston and where you were.

“I think it’s like 10 pm. I didn’t realize I was dating an old woman,” he jokes, pulling a laugh from you.

“You wear me out, babe,” you say, everyone getting up from their seats, the boys making more noise than anyone on the plane as people anxiously waited to get off.

“And you keep me young,” he says, giving you a quick peck before handing you your bag.

You hear someone groan behind you, turning to see Matt standing there already waiting for the two of you to move out of his way. “I’m not going to hang out with you if you’re like this the entire trip” he teases.

You can’t help but scoff, playing into the teasing nature of his comment. “Sorry, bubs, you’re the only one who didn’t bring a date so that makes you our third wheel.”

“I could third wheel any of the guys here and you know that,” he tries to defend himself as Jake grabs your hand and starts to pull you off the plane.

“That’s a weird thing to brag about,” you tell him, the three of you walking in a line to go get your bags, you and Matt carrying a conversation while Jake stands off to the side, not paying attention to the movement of the unfamiliar airport around him.

Everyone waits outside for whatever transportation Patrice had arranged to the hotel, still unsure how he swung any of the details he did. The guys had way too much energy considering how many hours they spent cooped up on a plane. You were exhausted, the coffee practically gone from your system as you tried to convince Jake to just go back to the hotel room with you and spend the night in. “Please?” you beg him, draping yourself on his arm as he waited to get your room keys.

“But the guys want to explore the city,” he whines, jutting his lip out to you.

“I have no more coffee in me,” you whine back. He pouts at you, contemplating whether or not it’s worth it to try to convince you to stay in or go explore with the guys. “I will do anything you want.”

He raises his eyebrows, pulling you close to him, “Anything?” he asks, forgetting the guys surrounding you as he kisses you, his grip around your waist tightening as his teammates start teasing the two of you.

“Hey, JD! Save that for the bedroom!” Matt chirps, your face turning bright red at his words.

“Ah, fuck off and let me love her,” he says, his forehead against yours. “I think I like the sound of the bedroom.”

You ignore the chirps from the boys as he kisses you again, the heat in your cheeks not subsiding until the two of you get to your room. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out with the guys? Apparently, the nightlife is supposed to be awesome in the city,” Jake says, flopping down on the bed. You had been there all of two seconds, and he was already starfished on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling.

You sigh, sitting down next to him. “I told you I don’t want to go out,” you repeat, a little more annoyed than you intended to sound. “I’m tired, and when we go out, we’re going to end up spending more money and-” you stop, cutting yourself off as Jake sits up.

“Hey,” he says, taking your hands in his, “I told you I would pay for you. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is, though. To me it is. I don’t need you to keep paying for me for everything. I don’t want you to.”

“What’s the big deal?”

Were you really about to have the fight you and Matt talked about on the plane in your hotel room? “Don’t you get it? You have so much money while I’m constantly struggling to make ends meet because of fucking loans. Do you know what it’s like to be a grown adult and live off someone else's money, the constant looks from people when I talk about you that say they think I’m just dating you for your money? That unless you’re home and go grocery shopping for us, I have to choose between food and gas until you get back? All I am is a fucking burden.”

“What, you think I don’t know about all of that? Why do you think I pay for you? So you don’t have to worry about food and gas,” he says, getting up.

“And I hate that you do that!” you snap, “That you feel like you have to. It’s like a slap in the face that I can never pay for anything and you have to pay for everything.”

“So what do you want me to do? Stand by and watch you struggle when I have the means to help you?” The volume of his voice matched yours, hearing doors in the hallway opening and closing, praying that it wasn’t other guests trying to figure out what room the screaming match was coming from.

“I don’t mind if you help out once in a while when I really need it but it’s stuff like the second round of Dunkin’ when I could barely get the first, the meal on the airplane when they give out free ones, or when you keep asking to go out, knowing that we’re going to spend money after I told you no.” Jake rolls his eyes, pushing past you and out the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going out with the guys. You want something, you can get it yourself, see if I care,” he hisses, leaving you standing there with the door propped open by your foot, watching him walk away. Matt gets off the elevator when he tries to get on, saying something you can’t make out when the elevator door closes.

“What the hell happened?” Matt asks, looking between you and the elevator.

You shake your head, trying to hold back the tears that were forming, knowing that there were other people in the hallway that had just witnessed the end of whatever that was. “Remember the fight you said we would have? We just had it,” you tell him, flopping down on your bed with your hands over your face. You let out a long groan, feeling the weight of Matt’s body sink the corner of the mattress down. You knew he was giving you that sympathetic look that was going to make you more upset, feeding into your already upset nature just that much more.

“What happened?” Matt repeats.

“We just finally snapped. God, of all places to have a stupid fight like this, we have at the night before your teammate is supposed to get married. I mean, fuck, we’re in Barcelona, for god's sake and you and I are here watching me mope instead of exploring like we should be.”

“Well, who says we can’t?”

“My bank account.”

Matt pries your hands off your face, forcing you to sit up despite you clearly not wanting to. “There’s so much to do in Barcelona at night that doesn’t involve spending money. We can find the guys no problem, probably doing something free.”

“And how do you expect we do that?” you ask him as he tries to drag you off the bed, grabbing the room key on the way out the door.

Matt waves his phone in the air, a smug look on his face. “I have the location of everyone on the team, past and present, on Find My Friends.”

You hesitate for a minute, your wallet and bag sitting right there by the door for you to grab to go join your boyfriend and his teammates and try to enjoy the night despite the fight you just had. “Matt,” you try to protest, your eyes darting back and forth between him and your bag. You didn’t want to worry about Jake on the night out, but you knew you couldn’t be spending a lot of money. You had been out with the guys too many times before when Jake promised they wouldn’t be big spenders, only to go home and have to worry about how you were going to survive to the next paycheck.

“If you want anything then I’ll pay for it and you pay me back with food or something. Y/N, Jake is wandering Barcelona with Charlie right now, probably just as upset as you are,” he tries to reason with you. “There’s no point in sitting here alone in your hotel room when you’re in a city that you’ve been talking about visiting for as long as I’ve known you.”

You let out a groan, knowing that he was right. “I can’t stand you,” you mumble, grabbing your bag and heading out the door with him.

Matt had his phone pulled out, trying to navigate the city based on a little dot that showed your boyfriend’s location. You had no idea where you were going, and, to be honest, you weren’t sure that Matt had any idea either. You had never been in a situation where the two of you had to wander through unfamiliar territory before, but something told you it was going to be a while before he figured out how to get to the rest of the guys.

“Matt, this is useless. We’ve been walking around for over an hour already,” you tell him, sitting down on the bench that was just off the path you had been taking.

“It hasn’t been an hour, you’re being dramatic.”

Matt sits down next to you as you pull out your phone. “We left the room at 10 pm. It’s 11. That’s an hour,” you snap at him, clearly hating that you can’t find them. “I just want to see Jake,” you mutter.

“Have either of you calmed down enough to have an actual conversation with each other? You know, not a screaming match?” Matt asks you, watching the small dots that represented his teammates move around his phone screen. “If you want to try to figure out your way around here, when neither of us speaks the language to ask for directions, we can. If not, we go back to the hotel.”

You stare at his phone, seeing JD, CM, TF, two JS’s, and a DP altogether, somewhere off the road where neither of you were able to figure out how to get to them. You shake your head, thinking about Matt’s words: you weren’t sure you were cooled off enough to talk to Jake rationally, and you had a feeling he was still the same. “Let’s just find our way back to the hotel,” you tell him, getting up off the bench.

You look at Matt, the look of sympathy covering his face as he follows you back the way you came. You probably could have easily found Jake and the rest of the guys, working out whatever the hell you needed to before the wedding tomorrow. If you couldn’t work it out, what did that mean for your future, though? If you didn’t live with Jake, you would be struggling way more than you were now, probably living paycheck to paycheck without the luxury of everything Jake did for you.

Were you wrong to be mad that he was trying to help?

The two of you get back to the hotel, the empty lobby eerily echoing with your footsteps on the marble floor. You hadn’t even noticed it before, the hotel you were staying at was probably the nicest one you had ever set foot in. You were tempted to sit on one of the chairs in the lobby, wait there for Jake and the rest of the guys to come back despite the fact that they would probably be drunk off their asses when you saw them.

Matt puts his hand on your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Do you want to stay down here and wait?” he asks you, reading your mind, “Or, do you want to go back to either your room or mine?”

“I don’t want to impose,” you try to protest.

“So, you’d rather go back to an empty room and wallow alone instead of sitting on my bed, eating ice cream, and watching a movie,” he tempts you, raising his eyebrows with his offer.

“I don’t want ice cream.”

Matt scrunches his nose, letting out a laugh. “I never said the ice cream was for you. It’s summer, I can cheat on the nutrition plans a little more right now.”

He manages to pull a laugh from you, the two of you heading up to his room. You plopped yourself on his bed, your hands behind your head while you couldn’t take your mind off Jake. You really didn’t want him to be as miserable as you felt, but part of you also did want that. Was that bad?

You knew you had to set boundaries. You knew you couldn’t live without him, both financially and in life in general.

“You know,” Matt says, pulling you out of your thoughts yet again, “The guys are back here at the hotel. If you wanted to go back to your room, I’m sure you could talk to him now.”

You roll over, your back facing Matt. “I don’t think he would want to talk to me.”

Matt sighs, lying down next to you and staring up at the ceiling. “Like I told you in Boston, Jake loves you more than anything. If I know anything about him, he’s just as miserable as you are, probably back in your room panicking about where you are.”

You turn to him, narrowing your eyes. “This is your way of trying to get me out of here before the ice cream comes and you feel like you have to share with me, isn’t it?”

You both laugh, sitting up to get ready to go. “Oh, of course.”

You head out, opening the door, caught off guard by who was standing there. “Jake?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet. “I thought you would be here.” You nod, both of you standing there in an awkward silence as you held the door to Matt’s room open. You didn’t know if you should speak first or wait for Jake to do it, and apparently, he felt the same.

“As much as I love just staring at you two,” Matt breaks the silence. “Would you be able to do this with my door closed? You can be in here, but,” his voice trails off. He wasn’t sure he wanted to hear whatever it was you were about to talk about even though he already knew.

“We’ll see you tomorrow,” you tell him, letting his room door close behind you as Jake took your hand in his, leading you down the hall to your room.

You don’t say anything until you get into your room, both of you sitting at the foot of the bed.

“I’m sorry I got mad,” he says, his hand still in yours but unable to look at you.

“I’m sorry I got mad,” you repeat, for lack of better words to say. “We need boundaries. I get that you want to pay for things, but I need you to ask me before you do, especially if it’s something we don’t necessarily need.”

“Ok,” he draws out, trying to figure out how to frame his words. “Would you be ok with asking me for help when you need it? You know I can help you, and it kills me seeing you struggle when I have the means to make this stop.”

“I just want you to ask.”

He smiles at you, raising his hand to cup your face. “I will,” he says, his lips finding yours for a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You spend the rest of the night together, trying to figure out boundaries of what and when Jake can lend you money, what should be paid back, what he doesn’t want back, everything. It was the conversation you should have had years ago, yet never did.

The next morning, you get ready for his teammate's wedding, slipping on the dress, your back towards Jake while he put on his suit. “Can you zip me up?” you ask him while he adjusted his sleeves.

He comes up behind you, his fingers holding the small zipper and slowly pulling it up your back. Jake wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in front of the mirror hung on the wall of the room, his head nestled on your shoulder. “I can’t wait until we get married.”

You laugh, craning your neck to kiss the side of his head. “That’ll be an expensive day, won’t it,” you joke.

“Yeah, maybe. But spending the rest of my life with the girl I love? That’s priceless.”

#jake debrusk #jake debrusk imagine #nhl #nhl imagines #hockey #hockey imagines

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fangirlincorporate · 3 years

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Happiness Doesn’t Last Forever

Just a little fic I wrote. I normally don’t post this kind of stuff on my tumblr page. I like to keep it on my AO3 but I’m really proud of it. I think it’s cute and wanted to share 🥰 so if you like Yatori fluff here ya go! Added the link as well just because.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33487336

*warning my writing isn’t the best. I write because it’s fun not necessarily because I’m good at it*

Hiyori walked behind Yato and Yukine, bouncing along behind them in her half-phantom form. The two were arguing over something silly, but it still brought a smile to her face. She had offered to take them out for dinner now that school was over. Unfortunately, she lost her body along the way so Yato had to carry her. She enjoyed these little moments with her friends. Cherished them even more than before since the traumatic events that occurred recently.

After the fight with Rabo, Hiyori's thoughts were constantly on the fact that she had forgotten the two of them. Guilt filled her chest every time they smiled at her. Despite knowing Nora had everything to do with that deep down she had a fear she really would forget them. She couldn’t bear the thought of it.

She didn’t even mind that Yato hadn’t fixed her body. Hadn’t brought it up for weeks. She was immensely happy that she could have more time with them. More time with him. A blush crossed her face, and the two boys ahead stopped to look back at her in concern.

“Hiyori?” Yukine asked, a small frown on his face.

She hadn’t realized she had stopped and was now standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Her eyes met Yato’s striking blue ones. She sucked in a breath like she did every time. Momentarily she forgot Yukine had even spoken. Not wanting to worry the two she plastered a smile on her face claiming to have gotten lost in thought rushing forward to catch up to the two. By the look on Yato’s face, she knew he didn’t buy it, but he played along.

His shoulder brushed hers in what she hoped was for reassurance, and she nudged him back ever so slightly. This has become a frequent thing between the two of them. She had been the one to initiate it. Despite having lost her memories she remembered how desperate he was to get her to recall those same memories. She has yet to forget the look on his face that day he stopped her in the crosswalk. Those blue eyes were filled with not only desperation but fear that rocked her to her core. She knew that Yato could disappear if he was forgotten. If he no longer received wishes. Kofuku told her about it.

In an attempt to reassure him she started to hang around more. Touched him more than she had before. Fixing his jersey even when it didn’t need to be. Brushing the hair from his eyes. Lingering closer than what was necessary. When he started to reciprocate that’s when she started to realize that it was her fear that had sparked the interactions.

She was terrified that he would just be gone one day. That something else would come around and kill him for good. Hiyori wasn’t sure if Yato had caught on to her feelings yet, but there was something in the way he would look at her that made her feel that he knew. He was an “all-knowing” God after all.

She watched them eat, and for just a moment allowed herself to relax. Glancing out the window having already finished her food she watched the birds in the trees.

Yato had brushed up against her leg sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes drifted in his direction, and she had to swallow a lump in her throat. They sat there staring for a moment, legs resting up against each other.

He was still here. Little did Hiyori know that the God in question was thinking the very same thing. Yukine had finished his meal looking between the two. Groaning as he rested his chin on the table stretching his arms out in front of him.

“If you guys want alone time you can just say so.” He mumbled. A red tint to his cheeks as he glanced away from them.

Hiyori’s face heated up in embarrassment. Of course, Yukine would notice the change between the two of them. She stared at the table long enough to burn a hole through it.

“It-It’s not like that!” She squeaked out.

Yukine rolled his eyes. “Sure, and I’m leaving now.”

Yato hadn’t said a word during the interaction watching as his Regalia left. His knee pressed ever so gently against Hiyori’s.

Yato opened his mouth to speak, but fearing what he might say, Hiyori beat him to the punch. “We should go after him.”

Rushing up to the register to pay for their food Yato followed behind. Not really caring where Yukine had gone, Yato knew he would be fine. Yukine was right about him wanting some alone time with Hiyori. There was something bothering him about her behavior, but he humored her and followed her along as she went looking for Yukine.

At some point the God started to lose his patience. Now they were on the outskirts of the city walking through a park. Yato was about to grab Hiyori to get her to stop walking when she tripped. Before she could hit the ground though Yato had pulled her into his arms.

She clutched his jacket tightly dazed for a bit. He still hadn’t let go, and Hiyori didn’t mind when he held her just a little tighter. Taking a deep breath to calm her racing heart, his sweet scent filled her senses. Enveloping her entirely, and he didn’t mind when she leaned closer resting her forehead against his shoulder. He was intoxicating.

They stood under the light of a street lamp. The sunset grew darker as night drew closer. “Hiyori.” Yato called her name, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t like hearing him say her name like that.

She pulled away to look up at him, and her breath caught in her throat. Those eyes were the same ones she saw standing in the crosswalk. The eyes she never wanted to see again, but there they were. Staring into the depths of her soul. Electric blue meeting her own magenta ones. She reached up, putting a hand to the side of his face. Subconsciously he leaned into her touch wanting it just as much as she did.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Her voice was just above a whisper.

“Like what?” He asked, his voice tight.

“Like you’re scared. Terrified. Desperate. Like I’m going to forget…again.” Her voice dropped, and all her guilt bubbled to the surface once again. “I’m not going to forget you. Ever.” She whispered the last word, dropping her hand back down to her side.

“Is that what has been bothering you?”

She nodded her response, already feeling tears forming in her eyes despite every effort to stop them. She didn’t want to cry. Not now, and not in front of him.

“Hiyori, what happened wasn’t your fault.” Yato put his hands on her shoulders. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know.” She whispered, “but it scared you didn’t it? Yukine too.” She blinked, and one of the tears she was holding back slipped down her cheek. Yato wiped it away with a stray thumb.

“Of course it did. You’re the only human who has remembered me. The only one who has seen me.” A lump formed in her throat at those words. “However, I believe in you. I believe you will remember me and continue to. So don’t cry Hiyori.”

“You’ll be sad though.”

“What do you mean?”

“If we stay friends, Yato. I’m going to grow old and die. I’m going to leave you eventually.” Hiyori clutched his jacket. “I don’t want to leave you knowing you’ll be alone again.” She gripped his jacket so hard her knuckles turned white. Her own desperation shining through her tone.

“I know.” He said resting a hand on her head. “And that’s okay too.”

Her eyes widened in shock at his words. She looked up to meet his eyes. Finding a sadness there that she couldn’t fathom. “Human lives are fleeting compared to us immortals, but I could disappear at any moment. I’m a nameless God. Hiyori, you have brought a light into my life that I wouldn’t pass up for anything.” He cupped her cheeks pulling her just a little closer. “I’d rather be by your side and be sad later on than walk away now only to regret it for the rest of eternity.”

Did he really mean that? Her heart fluttered at the thought. She was enamored by him, and everything he was. He captured her heart with those words, and she was left speechless. A God was confessing he would give anything to stay by her side. Her, a mere human.

“You’d give anything to stay with me?” She smiled cheekily at him. His words made her guilt fade to nothing.

He seemed to realize what he had said. He nearly stumbled back blushing furiously. “W-Well just about…anything.” He mumbled turning to the side so she couldn’t see his face.

Feeling a surge of confidence Hiyori reached up to his face, pulling him down gently. She stood on her tippy toes to place a light kiss on his lips. She spun on her heels turning away from him so she couldn't see his reaction. Her embarrassment overruled the confidence she had as her face heated to new levels. Meanwhile, Yato stood with his mouth hung open in shock staring at Hiyori’s back.

“Let’s go find Yukine.” She called back to him, turning to glance at him over her shoulder.

Yato stood with his fists clenched, and a blush dusting his cheeks. He couldn’t believe she kissed him. He wasn’t upset, he just wished he had been the one to kiss her.

While the moment was still fresh Yato tugged Hiyori into his embrace, lifting her chin, and returning the kiss. The kind that left your lips bruised, your mind hazy, and your body craving more. She leaned into the kiss grasping fistfuls of his jacket to steady herself. One of his arms snaked around Hiyori’s waist pulling her flush against him. She sucked in a breath of surprise which granted him more access. Hiyori was a little overwhelmed by the kiss, but didn't want him to stop.

Not sure what to do, she followed his lead. Their tongues danced, and she grew hot from the new sensations. Subconsciously she started to grind on him in her haze. He pulled away breathless and his own body started to feel the effects of kissing Hiyori.

“Let's-” He cleared his throat. “Let’s go find Yukine. He is probably at Kifoku’s by now.”

“Yeah. Let's do that.”

The two were blushing furiously as they walked in the direction of their friend's house. Hiyori wanting to hold his hand, but too afraid to ask. Yato, thinking his sweaty hands would gross her out, kept his in his pockets as they walked side by side. Every so often they would bump into each other only to turn red once more.

#noragami #yatonoragami #iki hiyori #yatori #yato x hiyori #anime blog #anime #fanfictions #fanfic #fluff #angst #bittersweet #too cute

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sometimesiwritebadly · 4 years

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Doctor Agent Super Genius (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Summary: You’re in a band and you wrote a song about Spencer.

Warnings: Language.

Notes: Not me going from posting nothing for months to posting two fics in one day. Nope, I’d never do that. Also this is kinda a Dumbass!Reader x Spencer, but like not really. That’s how I started it but it didn’t really end like that so whatever. Fluff, as usual. Spencer blushes way more than any normal person.

Word Count: 2.4k

Masterlist

You and Spencer couldn’t be more different.

Well, that’s not entirely true. You’re the same age, live in the same city. You both like reading and sci-fi. You both listen to a lot of music and love your jobs.

Of course, you can’t agree on any of those things. He reads classic novels in their original languages, and you read cheesy romance books. He likes Star Trek, you like Star Wars. He listens to classical music, and you listen to rock. He’s an FBI agent with multiple doctorates, and you’re a part time bartender/part time lead singer of a not-so-famous band who barely graduated high school. By all accounts, you two shouldn’t work. But somehow, despite all your differences, you’ve been dating for nearly a year now.

Your relationship really couldn’t be stronger; you live together, you’ve met his mother, he’s met your parents- but there was still one line the two of you hadn’t crossed. Meeting his coworkers. You know that he’s told them he’s dating someone, after all, they’re profilers. They could tell he was with someone after your first date. But for some reason, Spencer was still hesitant to introduce them to you. You tried not to let your insecurities cloud your thoughts, but well, how could you not? Was he embarrassed by you? Did he think they’d judge you for your lack of education and career? Would he break up with you if they didn’t approve?

You’d brought up meeting his coworkers on multiple occasions, of course, but he always had a reason to put it off.

“We’re all so busy, we’d probably get called off to a case before they even get to know you.”

“They’re just gonna profile you, Y/N, trust me, you don’t want that.”

“It’s a team bonding thing, I don’t want you to feel left out. Next time?”

So, when you found out the entire BAU was getting a week off after almost non-stop cases for the past two months, you knew this was your chance. You didn’t care if they were going to judge you, or profile you, you wanted to get to know the people closest to Spencer. So, when Spencer came home that night, he was met with you, holding a flyer for your band’s next gig.

~~~

“What’s this?” He asked, taking off his bag and putting it on the ground next to the door. Normally, you’d scold him for that - “There’s a perfectly good hook right there, Spencer.” - but you let it slide this time.

“Band’s doing a gig at the bar on Friday. And you have this week off, which means you get to come!” You handed him the flyer, and planted a kiss on his cheek as he answered.

“Of course, you know I never miss your-”

“And so can the rest of the BAU!” You cut him off with a sweet, and convincing smile on your face.

“Honey…” He started, but you wouldn’t let him talk you out of it this time.

“C’mon Spence! We’ve been together for almost a year now! I want to get to know these people, they’re basically your family! What’s the harm in having them come to the bar?” You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before your next words, “Do you really think they’ll hate me so much?”

“What?” Spencer was shocked you would even suggest that the BAU wouldn’t like you - how could they not love you? “No! They’ll love you!”

“Then why won’t you let me meet them?”

Now it was Spencer’s turn to share his insecurities. “W- I just...you and I are so different,” He started, before you scoffed.

“Yeah, no shit, Spence. Unless you have secret nipple piercings too.” You said sarcastically, enjoying the redness that covered Spencer’s cheeks at the mention of your piercings.

“Anyways...you and I are really different, and they’ll point it out. And make fun of me. And..and probably make you realize that you could do better than nerdy old me.” Spencer let out a breath at his confession, feeling a weight leave his chest that he’d been carrying for months.

“Are you insane? Spence, if anyone can do better it’s you!” Spencer opened his mouth to protest, but you kept talking, “I mean really Spencer, you’re a badass FBI agent! You’re a doctor! You’re a genius! Any girl would kill to have a guy like-” Spencer cut you off with an intense kiss. When he finally pulled away, just for a moment, he spoke quietly.

“So Friday, huh? You really wanna meet them?”

“Yes, you idiot. I really wanna meet them.”

~~~

When Friday came rolling around, you were both extremely excited and nervous. On one hand, you were meeting the BAU, who are practically Spencer’s family, and you knew their opinion of you could make or break your relationship. But, you’d written a song this week that you had yet to show Spencer, and you couldn’t wait for him to hear it at the gig. Again, you were nervous for him and the team to hear the song, but part of being a musician is being vulnerable.

You’d been rehearsing the song with your band all week - they were a little mad that you’d wanted to add a brand new song so last minute, but they all agreed it was good enough that it had to be on the setlist - so you hadn’t gotten to spend as much of Spencer’s week off with him as you’d have liked. Hopefully when he heard the song tonight, he’d forgive you for it.

“Why can’t I go to your sound check again?” He asked you for the fifth time that day, as you were getting ready for your gig. Normally, you’d love to have Spencer at sound check, and he much preferred watching you perform when there wasn’t an obnoxious crowd surrounding him.

“I told you, I have a surprise for you during the show, and if you come to sound check-”

“It’ll be ruined, I know. I was just hoping you’d change your mind.” He pouted, making you almost regret saying no to him. Almost.

“Trust me babe, it’ll be worth it. Go to dinner with the team, and I’ll meet you all at the bar at 8.”

“Are you sure you want to meet them?”

“Yes, genius, I’m sure. 8 o’clock.”

“Okay, 8 o’clock.”

~~~

When you walked onto the small stage with the band, you could immediately spot Spencer and the BAU in the crowd. There was a decent turn out, but Spencer stood out like a sore thumb. At least, he always stood out to you. You gave him a smile and wink, before standing in front of the mic to introduce the band.

The set started like normal, playing the songs Spencer knew by heart (of course, he only needed to hear the songs once to know them by heart, but it still made your heart soar when you saw him singing the lyrics in the crowd). You noticed the other members of the BAU enjoying the songs as well, which settled your nerves greatly. You saw who you could only assume to be Garcia and Morgan dancing provocatively together, the two other women - probably Prentiss and JJ - dancing modestly together, pausing to talk every now and then. You recognized Rossi from the back cover of his books, enjoying the music with a scotch and a slight bobbing of his head to the beat. The last person, from the process of elimination, Hotch, didn’t appear to be enjoying himself at first glance - but you could see a hint of a smile on his face as he lightly swayed to the music.

When you got to the final song in your set, you were looking right at Spencer as you introduced the song. “So, this next song is gonna be the last of the night -” A roar of upset came from the crowd, causing you to laugh as you wiped the sweat from your forehead. “I know, I know, I’m not happy about it either guys. But, it is a brand new song, and the inspiration for it is right here in the room.” The crowd grew in excitement this time, looking around at each other as if they could figure out who the mystery muse was. Spencer already felt a blush growing on his cheeks as he realized what your surprise was going to be. “This song is called Doctor Agent Super Genius!” You said with a large smile on your face, as the guitarist began playing the beginning chords.

Spencer’s blush was even more obvious now, especially since all his coworkers had looked away from the stage and towards him. He only shrugged in response, trying to show that he knew nothing about it. Before any of them could question him, you began to sing.

Most girls go for tall, dark, and handsome

But that’s not how I’d describe you

You’re a little scrawny,

Your hair is kinda funny,

And you’ve got enough brains for two

The music began to build, and you were looking right at Spencer as you sang.

You talk my ear off about random facts

That I don’t give a shit about, but,

I’ll smile and nod

As you go on and on

Cause I want you to take me out

You laughed a little, then began playing your own guitar along with the lead guitarist before the chorus hit.

You see he’s got

1 2 3!

PHDs, and he knows exactly what I’m thinkin’ just by lookin’ at me

He knows everything about everything

Especially what to do in between the sheets, hey!

As you played your guitar and did your best to interact with the crowd before the next verse hit, Spencer’s blush had hit an all time high. The team, clearly enjoying the suggestive lyrics and the way Spencer had reacted to them, were now all dancing. Well, except Hotch. He was just laughing at Spencer along with the team.

You claim that you don’t have luck with girls

But I don’t see how that’s true

Cause those ladies are insane if they don’t want an agent

Who’s as fucking cute as you

Yeah, you talk my ear off about random facts

That I don’t give a shit about, but

I’ll smile and nod, ask a question or two,

Cause I’m kind of in love with you

Once again, you played guitar as the crowd got ready to sing along, now familiar with the words to the chorus. Spencer wasn’t looking, but Garcia had pulled out her phone to catch his reaction. (She already had plans to play the video at your wedding one day)

You see he’s got

1 2 3!

PHDs, and he knows exactly what I’m thinkin’ just by lookin’ at me

He knows everything about everything

Especially what to do in between the sheets

Because he’s got

1 2 3!

PHDs, so he shoulda known better than to be with someone like me

He’ll never forget a single moment of it

I just hope he won’t regret it…

Dear God, please don’t regret it!

Doctor Agent Super Genius,

It’s time to be an idiot and,

Fall in love with me

The lead guitarist had one last moment to shine as the song ended, and the crowd went wild before the band exited the stage.

~~~

It had been 15 minutes since your show had ended, and you finally made your way out of the back. After a change of clothes, and a small pep talk from the drummer in your band, you spotted Spencer and the team at a table in the back. As you made your way over, you caught the eye of Penelope Garcia, who immediately stood up and pulled you into an unexpected hug.

“Y/N Y/L/N! I am so excited to finally meet you!” She said, letting you go for only a brief moment before pulling you into a chair between herself and your boyfriend. He only got to give you a brief hello before Penelope began introducing you to everyone. “This is Derek, Emily, JJ, Rossi, and Hotch. Oh! And I’m Penelope, your new best friend.” You laughed at her excitement, taking it all in stride.

“Hi everyone, I’m Y/N. I hope you liked the show!” At the mention of the show, Spencer’s cheeks, which had only just begun to resemble his normal skin tone, turned red again.

“Oh trust me, Y/L/N, that was the best concert I’ve ever seen.” Derek said, laughing at Spencer’s reaction.

“You did amazing, as always.” Spencer said, glaring at Derek briefly before planting a light kiss on your cheek. This time, it was your turn to have your cheeks heat up.

“Please tell me you guys have a CD or something I can buy, I mean honestly, I’d be listening to your music even if it wasn’t for you dating the super genius.” Emily said, causing your face to light up.

“We don’t have any physical CDs yet, but all of our music is on itunes and spotify! We’re hoping to put together an album soon, once we record Doctor Agent Super Genius and a couple other songs we’ve written recently…” And you were off, talking about your music was always something you could do for hours.

As you got to know the team, and they got to know you, Spencer realized how stupid it had been of him to put this off. Sure, you and Spencer were completely different, but you fit into his life perfectly. He could already tell the team loved you, and knew you’d be a part of all of their lives for years to come.

~~~

When you got home after a long night of talking at the bar, you were surprised to immediately be pulled into a kiss by your boyfriend. When he finally pulled away from you, your could only laugh before you spoke.

“What was that for?”

“Doctor Agent Super Genius.” Was his answer, before he pecked your lips one more time.

“Oh yeah? Did you like the song?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

“I loved it. Although, you got something wrong.” You laughed lightly, expecting him to correct some grammar or fact from the song. “Falling in love with you wasn’t stupid. It’s the smartest thing I’ve ever done.” You beamed before kissing him this time, pouring all of your love into it as best you could.

“But you were right about me knowing everything. Especially in between the sheets. Care to let me prove it?” He said once you pulled away.

You happily let him prove his genius all night.

~~~

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caitlinsnicket · 4 years

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Newt Scamander SFW alphabet

Request: Can I request a sfw alphabet for Newt Scamander please! Thank you!

A/N: Two posts in a row? What the hell is happening? Anyways, this is a nice sfw alphabet for my favorite softboy newt scamander! I’m sorry for the delay. Feel free to like, reblog, or leave a comment!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Newt is a shy man, so his way to show affection is more subtle: he checks if you’ve eaten enough, if you’re warm, if you’re happy. It’s unusual for him to initiate any physical contact, like hugs or cheek kisses, but he’s happy when you do it.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Newt is the most supportive friend you’ll ever have. If you need someone to go with you to the craziest places to do dangerous things, he’ll follow you and will help as much as he can. Your friendship would start with you asking about his creatures. Then, he’d want to show them to you, and you’d oblige happily. When his creatures took a liking to you, he knew it was true friendship.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Would cuddle only if you two know each other for a long time and if he’s comfortable physically with you. And even then, he would be too shy to actually initiate a cuddle session, and if he took the initiative, Newt would probably wait for you to sit down somewhere and then would put his head in your lap. Running your hands through his hair is a bonus.

If you two are in a relationship, he’ll as for cuddles making a puppy face, or will hug you from behind while you do something else. Like to be the little spoon because he feels safe with you, but also likes to be the big spoon because he feels as if he can protect you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Newt has settled down: his suitcase! Even if you two travel to the farthest ends of the world, your home is always with you.

After spending so long traveling and taking care of creatures, he knows how to do his chores the right way.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would blame it on work. He wouldn’t look you in the eye and would be fixing things all over his workplace to distract himself. Then, after you would leave, he would let a few tears spill, and also in the middle of the night when he wakes up missing you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He would wait a while before bringing the subject up, and wouldn’t make a surprise out of it. If he felt like you weren’t going to leave him and that you actually loved him, Newt would sit down with you and talk about marriage.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Newt Scamander is the gentlest man you’ll ever meet. He handles everything with all the care in the world: his creatures, his magic, and you. Physically, sometimes it will be hard to tell if he touched you or not, giving how softly he does it. If you want to be handled with less care, you’ll have to ask him.

Emotionally, he’s still getting the hang of it, and talking about any issues you two might have is mandatory for him. Each day that passes by, he learns something else about you and takes it to heart. The last thing he wants to do is hurting you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

If you two are just friends, he’ll be a little more cautious in his hugs, and it will happen more rarely. They are quick and usually, there’s a reason behind them.

If you two are a couple though, he’ll do it more often and mostly when you two are alone. PDA is not really his thing, but he enjoys physical contact with you after intimacy is settled. His hugs will last longer and he’ll hold you more tightly.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes some time, will only say it if you say it first and the first time he actually says it, he thinks you’re asleep.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Newt doesn’t get jealous very often: he trusts you and he knows that people will want to hit on you. Though sometimes he gets insecure and needs reassurance, it doesn’t happen a lot.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

It’s like having a butterfly on your lips. He’s delicate, touches you very carefully and somehow always manages to leave you at ease. He likes your lips, of course, but also your wrists and the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. It’s an unconscious action: he hugs you and his lips end there.

He likes being touched- not by everyone, just a few people- so anywhere is good. He becomes jello if you kiss him on the neck, his heart sweells when you put your lips on his forehead.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He likes children, though he sees them more as creatures than actual small humans.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He wakes up very early, so it’s rare to spend the whole morning with him, as usually by the time you get up he’s already off doing something. He always leaves tea ready for you if you like it.

If he stays with you though, his shyness will go away and he’ll cling to you and the only way to get up is if you cuddle him for at least one hour. Kisses are also mandatory.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He also goes to sleep very late, but so do you. Both too exhausted to talk or read or interact, you just lay down in a pile in the bed. It’s warm and comfortable, and Newt sleeps well.

If you’re not too tired, you might read a little of your book to him, or you might talk about your respective days, and he brushes your hair because he finds it so soft. Whispering everything and nothing, and then falling asleep. He always stays a little bit longer to stare at you and take in all your details.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes time. He lets out little pieces of information for you, and if you pay attention at some point you’ll have the bigger picture.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

His name should be Newt Patient Scamander. Never gets angry at you, even if you screw up really badly. Like to teach you stuff when you don’t understand and if there’s a fight, prefers talking it out over staying mad.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers everything, as he’s good at keeping information. He never says he knows all about you though, so you never stop getting surprised when he mentions a little detail about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first time he showed you the inside of his suitcase, of course. Watching you interact with his creatures and how gentle you were with them made him realize he was falling in love with you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He knows how well you can take care of yourself, so he never interferes, only if you ask him to. His way of protecting you is making sure that you've eaten and that you are well-rested. He will never admit it, but he loves it when you get protective of him in a fight or in dangerous situations. He also loves when you cuss him for not sleeping enough because he feels taken care of.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

In his mind, everything you do together is a date, so he always acts romantic. Not a lot of effort, but always remembers you why you fell for him. Anniversaries and gifts, oh these are handmade and filled with love. He has a great time making them. In everyday tasks, as you share the things you have to do around the house, he makes sure to do all his assigned shores.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not sharing his worries. When it comes to problems in the relationship, he likes to talk about it, but if it’s something only him is going through, he says nothing. You wish he would let you in, but he doesn’t.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He looks at himself a lot but doesn’t see himself as handsome or ugly. He always feels normal, so he’s not that concerned about how he looks. If you mention it though, he’ll blush and mess with his hair.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It wouldn’t be a huge part of his life, but deep down he would have a feeling that something was missing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He likes sharing clothes. Whether it is shirts, sweaters, pants, socks, or ties, he just likes this feeling that you have a part of him and he has a part of you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone that lives only in their own world. He likes people who are involved in the things around them, he likes to share his interests and to learn about yours and he likes to discover new things together. If he were to be with someone stuck in their own bubble, it just wouldn’t work out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Only the necessary. If he didn’t pass out, then the nap was enough. Though, after you two started your relationship, his sleeping habits are better: he spends more time in bed because of you.

#fbawtft imagine #newt scamander #newt scamander imagine #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x y/n #sfw alphabet

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pudding-head-kenma · 4 years

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↪ request: hey!!! i really love your writing and i was wondering if u could do a hc of oikawa, bokuto and kuro w a s/o who is hyper sensitive and cries for everything?? like they go on a date and they saw a lonely dog so they start crying?? (I'm sorry for my bad English 🥺🥺💗)

↪ a/n: i’m not exactly experienced with this but I hope it was okay anyway!

↪ pairing(s): oikawa tōru x gn!reader, bokuto kōtarō x gn!reader, kuroo tetsurō x gn!reader

↪ genre: fluff, maybe a little angst if you count the parts with the reader crying but i wouldn’t say so!

↪ word count: ~1.4k

↪ warnings: i mention a stray dog and a car accident very vaguely!

❊ Oikawa Tōru ❊

↪ Oikawa is the type of person to know how to handle someone else’s emotions, even if sometimes he lets his own emotions get the better of him.

↪ You can tell by the way he interacts with his team and can bring out the best in each player that he knows everyone’s strong and weak points, be it physically or emotionally, and knows exactly the right words to say when he’s trying to influence someone.

↪ That being said, while it could be surprising at first to find out about this side of his s/o, he would easily adapt to it and make it so that he’s always around to help them whenever they get into these moods.

↪ I feel like he’d really look into the situation and ask a lot of questions so that he could be more aware of what could trigger crying, so by the time he sees the stray dog he’s already looking at his s/o wondering if they’re about to cry.

↪ Once they do, he always follows the same strategy: The first thing he does is hug them close and turn them away from the situation. He stops the obstacle by obstructing the view to it, so that now they’re thinking about it like it’s a memory and not seeing it happen right then and there, which makes it so that it feels distant in time.

↪ The second thing he does is whisper reassurance to his s/o. Nothing about the problem itself, in this case the dog, because that could trigger the memory. Instead, he uses gentle sentences that show compassion and understanding of the situation and let them know he feels the same way while never addressing it head on. For example, ‘I know baby, I know.’ ‘I understand, it’s okay.’ ‘I’m so sorry, it’s awful, you’re right.’

↪ The third thing he does is focusing on movement. Oikawa would start by rubbing their back in a gentle, soothing manner. Once they calm down even slightly, he’d begin rocking them side to side as slowly as he can. His s/o would start focusing on that pattern and subconsciously match their breath to it, which would help them calm down.

↪ Fourth step, not scientifically proven but definitely Oikawa proven, kisses. He starts by kissing away their tears, distracting them just a little further. Soft kisses move up in a pattern after that: he goes back down to their chin and moves up their nose to their forehead and the top of their head. If they’re calmer, he’ll peck their lips, but he always has to make sure they’re ready to handle that.

↪ Lots of reassurance, always lets them know it’s perfectly understandable and that there’s nothing wrong with them. I just truly feel like Oikawa knows how to handle this type of situation really well.

❊ Bokuto Kōtarō ❊

↪ Contrary to Oikawa, I don’t think Bokuto would really know how to handle the situation at first. It’s not that he’s careless with other people’s feelings, it’s more that he feels things intensely as well. This means his s/o being in distress would also affect him.

↪ The first time it happens, he just starts freaking out. His s/o is crying, he’s on the verge of tears because they’re crying and not one word is shared between the two for a solid five minutes other than complete gibberish

↪ His s/o is used to these things and they know it happens to them every once in a while so they’re able to calm down on their own (though it’s definitely harder than with help). Once they’re calm they end up having to calm Bokuto down and explain the situation to him

↪ That’s when he finally relaxes. He’d end up feeling really bad that his partner was freaking out and they had to comfort him, so he starts trying to prepare for next time. It’s just very difficult for him because he handles his emotions very abruptly. He’s really trying to find a way to help, though

↪ The next time it happens he figures out his own method. It improves the more it happens and it’s definitely not scientific or proven to be effective on anyone else other than his partner, but it’s just the method he finds himself using because it works. He probably tested it out because he figured it would work on him so it was worth a try

↪ He covers their eyes. It’s really stupid and it probably startled his s/o at first, but now they’re used to it. He just tries to cover their eyes to make it so that the problem vanishes.

↪ Immediately starts yelling nonsense because it’ll distract them from the problem, probably tells a really dumb story of something stupid he did (thankfully, he has many of those to use) in order to make his s/o focus on something else.

↪ Internally, he’s FREAKING out. Like his heart is speeding and his voice is obviously shaking but he’s trying his hardest. Attaches himself to his s/o’s waist once the story is over and just clings to them in an attempt to make them feel better from his presence and warmth.

↪ Lots and lots of reassuring words, and once his s/o feels okay they better be ready to handle a good twenty minutes of: ‘okay okay.... but are you sure? okay! but for real? okay got it! ... but honestly?’

❊ Kuroo Tetsurō ❊

↪ Kuroo would also take a different approach from the other two. He’s definitely closer to Oikawa in terms of being experienced with people’s emotions, but I don’t think he would be as methodical as Oikawa in order to help

↪ He’s the type of person to try and use the issue and turn it into something pleasant. A little like vaccines, like how they contain some of the virus/bacteria (weakened) to help your immune system, he would take the problem and talk about it in a way to make it seem smaller/more pleasant.

↪ In the case of the dog, he would probably try to make it seem like it’s not a stray, simply out for a jog without its owner. Would bring up a post the two had seen a few weeks ago about a dog who goes to pick up mail and then comes back and just apply it to this situation and turn it into a cute story instead.

↪ If he can’t do that, he probably just tries to reassure his s/o with stories about the topic to have them see it in a different light. He just essentially tries to bring up the positive parts of life to distract them from the sadness they’re feeling and maybe even help them through it.

↪ Take a car accident, for example. He’d point out everyone wearing the bright vests and just say everyone should be thankful that they all got out alive and this will be nothing more than a cool story to tell at family gatherings and a bit of a scare, you know?

↪ He does keep his s/o very close to him, offering comfort through his body language. Holds them tight against him and presses occasional kisses to their cheeks and forehead as he talks to make sure they’re calming down and doing okay.

↪ If all else fails and he really can’t come up with a positive story, he usually just shifts their attention to him. Starts dropping everything he can: silly jokes, dumb stories or just sweet words. He would be the type to start deeply professing his love to distract his s/o (bonus points because he actually means it!)

↪ Comfort food! Would buy his partner street food or offer to cook them a meal back home so that they can feel all better. Lets them know that they did amazing and that he’s very proud of them for handling it so well, and reassures them that he’ll always be there to help them through it so that they don’t have to struggle on their own.

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grasslandgirl · 5 years

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im distracting myself from the impending doom of a six month hiatus and everything that... happened in MAG160 by thinking about all the Wonderful possibilities for jonmartin dynamics post-159 because I’m a sucker for pining and minor miscommunications and dumb fanfic tropes and I’m dragging all of you along on this ride with me!

1) They’re Both Just Chill: there’s no miscommunications, no misunderstandings. despite what peter said about them not knowing each other super well (and maybe he raised some valid points, despite being an asshole) they DO know each other well enough and had a deep enough connection during the look at me/ i see you, jon scene that they both just (for lack of a better word) Know. they look into each other’s eyes in the middle of the Lonely and they see the love there, and the hurt and the pain and the anger and everything, but they do see the love. and they recognize that, oh, we’ve been so dumb this entire time. and there’s no big Talk, no awkward stumbling around the question, they just move forward from jon and martin to jon-and-martin because they’ve wasted enough time already, haven’t they? they can’t afford to waste any more time at this point, and hey. they kind of have bigger problems going on, right?

2) I Really Loved You, You Know: ok so this one i’ve seen in quite a few fanfics and speculative posts about this one, and jon misconstruing how martin uses the past tense when talking to him in the Lonely, and can i just say....... it’s very good. you have jon, who’s been desperately trying to reconnect with people, especially martin, this entire season, who dives headfirst into the Lonely after him, and maybe he heard martin’s tape with elias from the end of s3, maybe he knows about martin’s feelings for him, maybe he at least suspects, and maybe he doesn’t; but the point of the matter is that he goes into the Lonely after martin because jon’s in love with him and i think we can mostly all agree that at least by MAG159 (and we can argue about WHEN he realizes it, later) jon is aware of his own feelings for martin. but he follows the man he loves, and he finds him, and he’s begging him to follow him out of the lonely, to come with him, and martin tells him that he loved him. really loved him. loved him, as in past tense. which, like, if you think about it? that’s SO heartbreaking. but jon keeps after him ANYWAY, and he breaks martin out of the Lonely’s grasp and they walk out side by side and then you’re left with jon, who is terrified on SO many different levels, and thinks that he failed, again. that he was too late with martin, too late to be his friend, too late to save him from Peter, and too late to love him, and he saved him, he did it, but it’s still heartbreaking, right? and juxtapose that with martin, who’s just been literally pulled out of his own loneliness by the man he’s been in love with for three years, and he told him he LOVED him and jon Didn’t Respond. and like? all the hurt and the pining and the trying to take care of each other despite everything and despite your own hurt that can happen there? SUPER good

3) Clueless Jon Doesn’t Know He Has A Boyfriend: this one kind of crosses over with #2 but it’s a little lighter and a little more fun. essentially you have martin, who says he loves jon and assumes jon heard his tape with elias where he outed martin entirely and sees jon come into the lonely to save him and hugs jon while crying when he comes to his senses and walks out of the lonely hand in hand with jon and thinks, quite reasonably, that ok, they’re dating now. and you have martin “caretaker” blackwood who’s worrying over jon and taking care of him and letting jon take care of him, and making him eat and they do all this vaguely date-y stuff because the world is kind of maybe ending, but hey! martin’s in love and hes going to enjoy it goddamnit. but then one day our beloved archivist, jon “emotionally obtuse” sims, has nearly a breakdown and he starts rambling on about how he’s in love with martin and he’s sorry and he wants there to be something between them and how he doesn’t want to change anything and this is terrible timing and he doesn’t even Know if martin feels the same way but he needed to get this off his chest etc etc etc and martin’s just like “i thought. i thought we were ALREADY dating.” which is.... hysterical if you ask me

4) Jonathan “Fuck The Lonely” Sims: kind of the opposite of the last two, in which jon is LESS of a moron than anyone expected! jon “the archivist” sims actually... thinks! he listens to the tape of elias and martin from MAG118 and reevaluates every interaction he ever had w martin after he wakes up from his coma and realizes that martin’s in love with him, and not only that, but HE’S in love with MARTIN, but has no way of communicating that to him until 154 and that whole conversation is just jon trying (and failing) to say “i love you. i love you and i know you love me and lets just say fuck this place and go. please lets just go the two of us, say you’ll come with me. i love you.” and martin. doesn’t understand. but then 159 happens and jon follows and they have That Moment and jon thinks that Finally they’re on the same page and meanwhile you have martin, who’s PEAK in his pining time, fresh out of a good year of self isolation and pure loneliness and needs a while to pull away from Forsaken and thinks that he’s alone in his pining after jon, because jon never said anything about the tape with elias, or martin saying he loved him in the lonely, and is completely clueless to the fact that jon thinks theyre straight up dating and are just taking it Slow. and then one day jon is like “hey ready for our date later” (they had dinner plans or smth but this is the first time he outrightly calls it a Date) or he kisses martin briefly on the forehead or cheek or smth and martin is like “WHAT IS GOING ON” and jon is just. baffled cause he’s not used to being the oblivious one in the relationship

5) Just Full On Pining Hours: theres some crossover here with both #2 and #4, but specifically this one is where BOTH jon and martin are full on in love and are idiots and think that the other person Doesn’t Love Them Back :( possibly featuring: jon focusing on the past tense of “i really lovED you, you know,” martin comparing jon going into the lonely to save him to jon going into the buried to save daisy/ cutting the bullet out of her leg to save melanie from the slaughter, jon being dumb and thinking all the statements he’s heard about martin’s “feelings” are elaborations/inaccurate/only in the past/etc, martin being so stuck in the lonely he pulls away from jon on instinct, jon caught up on what peter said about them not really knowing each other and MAD second guessing himself and questioning what his feelings for martin are really based on, both martin and jon throwing themselves MAJOR pity parties about falling to the power of the eye/the lonely respectively, jon going into “im a monster and im the worst and ive lost my humanity” mode and thinking he’s not Worthy of being with martin in the first place, martin being haunted by his time with peter and the lonely and keep falling back into the habit of pushing people (jon) away “for their own good,” etc etc etc etc! just a lot of sad pining hours bc these guys have been through a LOT and it’s hard to just drop straight into a healthy relationship (or Any relationship) when there’s so much baggage and history there in between

6) Run Away With Me, by Carly Rae Jepsen: I said what I said. i want them to be happy and so what if they run away and blind themselves and leave the archives and live in some house in another continent and never think about any of the entities again? i get to make the rules, its my fantasy au world and jonny can’t do anything to hurt them here

#look im SAD and i LOVE THEM and i need them to be HAPPY and SAFE OK #if this gets notes ill make fun daisira and georgie/melanie ones too be wlw rights #tma #tma spoilers #tma 160 #the magnus archives #the magnus institute #the magnus archives spoilers #mag160 #jonmartin #jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #otp: you’d do just about anything for him

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Call Me Yours Pt.3

(Ot7 x Reader) (Hybrid Au!) (Blind! Reader)

Summary: You never would have imagined that more love was hidden right next door, just over your garden fence.

Pairings: (Human! Hoseok) x (Human! Reader) x (Wolf hybrid! Namjoon) x (Dog hybrid! Seokjin) x (Cat hybrid! Yoongi) x (Tiger hybrid! Taehyung) x (Bunny hybrid! Jungkook) x (Cat hybrid! Jimin)

Tags: Established relationship, Mentions of Hospitals, Indications of hybrid Mistreatment, Panic Attacks, hurt/comfort

W/c: 4.5K

A/n: I Had to split this chapter because it started to get way too long! a few reminders- This is a Sequel! All Parts are under my master list as Part of the “Dance To This” universe. ALSO- I do not separate my tag list from fic to fic. there is only one tag list, so if you want to be tagged- go to the link in my bio and like that post.

- In the next few days after the first impromptu afternoon meeting and the following weeks, the 4 of you become extremely accustomed to the company of Hoseok and his hybrids.

- Not that you have much of a choice when Hoseok’s three hybrids eventually get bored after they wake up with Hoseok, kiss him goodbye before he goes to work, eat breakfast, play video games, and come over to your house to bother Seokjin, Namjoon, and Yoongi.

- Luckily this is usually some time after you sequester yourself on the second floor. Usually, you’re Determined to get some work done even if the promise of cuddles and seeing the 6 of them interact is more than a small distraction. The few times you don’t manage to make it up before 11 you end up with a lap full of a very cuddly Taehyung or Jimin for half the day.

- But, you and Hoseok do need to work, regardless of what you often find each other texting in the morning- though you’re fonder of voice messages.

- It’s usually a welcomed mid-morning reprieve after the giddiness of 2 cups of coffee has worn off. Which feels ridiculous, because you’d only just seen him last night- it wasn’t like you’d spend any time apart and yet, and yet you’re stopping everything to pick up your phone when it dings. The drone of his office the clicking of pens and shuffling of papers behind him as he breathes into the mic, his voice low enough and quiet enough that it’s husky “I should warn you,”

- “I think Jungkook is going to surprise Yoongi with a water gun today- he shot Jimin with it yesterday and he jumped like 5 feet in the air- and Taehyung and Jungkook spent like 40 minutes laughing at him. Just a polite heads up that Yoongi might be traumatized.”

- You replay the message at least a half a dozen times before you respond. Happy to hear his voice in your office and imagine for a second, that you worked in the same place. As foolish as it seems. Seokjin tells you that you’ve been watching too many office themed dramas.

- You giggle at Hoseok’s message- taking a short break to send him a voice note back. “I will do no such thing, but I will have Seokjin video record it for you, and start planning Jungkook’s funeral, did you want lilies or roses?” you text Seokjin.

- Sure enough, A few hours later. You hear a shriek of Yoongi and a shrill yowls of “you brats!” through your open window as the three younger hybrids (Jimin included because there was no way he wasn’t going to take the opportunity to tease the elder cat hybrid) dash to find a hiding place with Yoongi on the hunt. Taehyung hiding behind Namjoon and Jungkook unceremoniously jumping the fence.

- Seokjin sends the video to you, and you send it to Hoseok, and he sends you back another message, just him laughing before he rapidly sends another “fuck- I’m so glad that I went to the bathroom before opening it- Jesus Christ my stomach hurts, Yoongi looked about ready to- fuck” he wheezes. And you send back a stream giggles. And Hoseok definitely doesn’t replay the message half a dozen times and wish he could take off early from work just to hear it in person.

- Definitely doesn’t think of doing that- because like, that would be something someone who like- had a crush would do- and Hoseok definitely can’t have a crush on his cute neighbor. Who also may or may not have hybrids that may or may not also have crushes on Hoseok’s hybrids, because that would be ridiculously complicated for a bunch of 20 somethings to handle.

- Hoseok was just beginning to get the hang of loving 3 people instead of just Jungkook. And loving 4 others would be dizzying, and why the fuck is he thinking about love when it’s obviously just a crush.

- Especially When Hoseok can definitely definitely not have a crush on his incredibly cute neighbor. So he goes back to work, and concentrate on the stocks and bonds and projected growth estimations over the next quarter. And absolutely does not have the growing pink heart emoji next to his neighbor’s name in his phone (you know- this one 💗 because it’s Hoseok’s favorite emoji, and is also- kind of apt for the situation)

- Back in Namjoons garden, exactly 43 minutes away from Hoseok’s office if you speed on the highway, The three of them end up in a pile on the grass by the end of the day, all vendettas involving water guns forgotten.

- Taehyung licking against Yoongi’s hair and grooming him. Jungkook cuddled up with Jimin half in his lap and half in Yoongi’s. They quickly pull Namjoon and Seokjin into the pile, exchanging purr (and chirping crunches in Jungkook’s case) in exchange for a plate of healthy snacks from Seokjin. (Those boys eat way too many bags of chips and chocolate in his opinion). Seokjin falls asleep to the gentle hum of conversation- somehow sleepy despite the fact that it’s barely the afternoon.

- Seokjin wakes up with his back against that grass, his head moved onto a more bony thigh than Taehyung. A small hand carding through his hair, fingers tracing feather light across his lips, his cheekbones, the arch of his eyebrow. And the sound of muted conversation notable absent. Seokjin cracks his eyes and looks up at Jimin. From this angle, he looks pouty and soft with his tangled hair, and the light hanging all hazy through the trellises, the white shirt he’s wearing so baggy the sleeves almost go to his elbows.

- Jimin catches Seokjin’s sleepy staring, brushing his bangs back from his forehead. “How are you so pretty Jin hyung?” Jimin murmurs, something heavy and almost half sad in his when he looked down at Seokjin. Jin smiles, and teases, “a little jealous Jiminie?” Seokjin lets the promise of a question hang in the air- what’s wrong, open up to me, tell me why you look so sad.

- Seokjin has never ever seen Jimin like this- or ever seen him be anything other than sultry confident, or bratty happy. Jimin sucks in his lower lip. Letting his hands do most of the talking against Seokjin’s scalp, his beautifully pointed years, the perfect silky hair. “No, I’m not it’s just-“

- “Jimin I was just teasing.” Seokjin says, nudging his head into Jimin’s hands. the request just as much about comforting Jimin as it is for Seokjin. letting others care for him has always been that way, and screw it, Seokjin loves head rubs. “I know.” Jimin seems like he wants to ask something, looking away from Seokjin “Would you mind if sometimes I-“

- Jungkook and Taehyung choose that moment to pounce jumping and picking them up (how the fuck that bunny was strong enough to lift Seokjin- he’d never know) and move them into a sunny spot as Yoongi fluffs out a heavy knit blanket and Namjoon comes out with a box of ice pops.

- Jimin’s words die alongside Seokjin’s screeching protests at being picked up. To which Jungkook only grins at and proceeds to hold Seokjin more firmly. Leaving the elder to wonder exactly what Jimin had wanted to ask about.

- In the past few weeks, there is no one that has been a more constant in your house than Jungkook, who will come over to help Namjoon with the garden nearly every day, and will text Namjoon things like Sorry hyung, say hi to the carrots for me, Hobi-Hyung took us all for hair cuts today T_T, but I’m thinking about keeping it long what do you think? if he doesn’t come over before 12.

- In the mornings Jungkook waits until he hears the slide of your porch door (Nothing could get past those large brown ears) before he bounds over to the fence in excitement, literally hopping and lifting his body over the side instead of going around the corner.

- “Yah Jungkook you’re going to land on one of the beds!” Namjoon will chide, hair still ruffly from sleep, and Jungkook will happily beam, “I’m a good jumper hyung! I won’t hurt the squash!”

- In the coming months- Namjoon will also go over to Hoseok’s side of the fence and - only with Hoseok’s explicit permission, because Namjoon is nothing if not respectful of the yard that is not his own- erect 4 raised garden beds with the help of Jungkook and Yoongi- who has a new found talent for making things.

- Jungkook loves gardening so much, and spending time with Namjoon just as much, he bugs Hoseok for gardening gear and it’s almost a shock when he comes over one day, with matching green gardening gloves, a canvas apron, and a matching set of green trowels and a straw hat with two holes pierced in the top for his ears (which Hoseok had cut very very carefully).

- Namjoon can barely look at the bunny; he’s blushing too hard. Last week Seokjin found Namjoon scenting the younger, His lap full of a very happy bunny munching on some of the fresh radishes that Namjoon harvested that morning.

- Which makes Seokjin coo and squish the Youngers cheeks with how cute he looks. And take about half a dozen pictures of him and Namjoon working in the garden because – wow, just wow, how is Jeon Jungkook so cute with his curly brown hair hanging in his eyes as he diligently weeds the window boxes.

- Seokjin comes up to your office to tell you such, rolling around a little bit where you’re stretched out on the floor with your computer in front of you (a change of pace to keep you on task) groaning, “ughh he’s just so cute? How do you handle having a crush when you can’t do something about it? Jesus, I thought I was done with this with Yoongi.” (said hybrid has currently disappeared with Jimin and Taehyung somewhere on Hoseok’s side of the fence and it’s a guess as to what they’re doing or where they are)

- You snort, Seokjin’s thigh pins into some of your papers as he rolls from his back onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “That’s easy you just do something about it instead of coming to your girlfriend and gushing about the cute bunny next door.”

- Your phone dings next to you, another voice message from Hoseok. Seokjin clicks it open and listens to it.

- “Yah you need to stop feeding them so much! I swear they can just get food from my house! They’re gonna eat you out of house and home! I promise the next chance I get I’m going to go to the store and replace all of the food they’ve probably eaten.”

- A laugh ends the message, and before you can stop yourself you’re smiling way too hard. You can tell Seokjin’s smirking before you say it. “Ugh- his laugh is so cute!” Seokjin replays it so you can listen to it again.

- “So gushing about the bunny is apparently less bad than gushing about the cute boy next door?” he teases, you shove his thigh away playfully in reply before he pulls you down, on top of the papers and all.

- Let’s just say work ends a very different way then you intended. With a shower in the upstairs bathroom after Seokjin explains that they’ll definitely be able to smell him on you if you go downstairs like that. Clothes all skewed and hair all ruffled, a small amount of rug burn in some unfortunate places that Yoongi 100% teases you both about later. Office sex has its downsides.

- You few stolen moments in the middle of the day, rubbing conditioner out of his hair as he tells you about Jimin and the curious question he’d never finished the day before. “I think Hobi mentioned something about Jimin drawing a lot the other day, that could be it?”

- Seokjin returns the favor of the conditioner, sliding your hair through his fingers appreciating how long it’s grown. Something primal in him both loving taking care of you, providing like this, and also hating that he has to wash his sent off of you. But it’s not polite to smell like sex around hybrids that aren’t your own.

- Taehyung will come over to help Namjoon in the garden too- sometimes; Namjoon can sense him watching through the crack in the fence, if he’s feeling bold he’ll peer around the gate by the side. Jungkook does a good job of dragging him over to your side and not leaving him alone. It’s a bit funny to see the massive bunny wrangle the whining tiger. The hybrid is still noticeably shy and quiet to an extreme around them.

- Especially the first time he tries to go beg pets from you during a workday, with you on an important call upstairs only to be stopped by Seokjin in the kitchen. “You can’t bother her when she’s working Taehyung” he chastises, the tiger’s shoulders dropping terribly low as he makes to leave, assuming that no one wants him here. Really he should just go back home and not be in the way- even if he like- really really wants pets right now, the touch starved ness reaching a fevers pitch inside of him.

- Seokjin is quick to stop him, hand sliding down to the nape of his neck and making Taehyung shiver. “but I am baking some pies today if you want to help.” The tiger’s ears perk up almost instantly. And though Taehyung might be the messiest cook that Seokjin has ever seen, spilling flower on the floor and getting preserve on his cheeks, it is really nice to have someone to nudge shoulders within the kitchen and show how to knead dough out to the right thickness. Even if Tae barely speaks except to ask careful questions.

- Hoseok and you have been dancing around each other over the last two months. Seokjin invites him and the hybrid trio over for dinner often enough to try and foster the affection that he can see in both of you. If Hoseok didn’t like you Seokjin would be incredibly surprised.

- Why else would Hoseok bring you sweet-smelling flowers and little things, stopping by after work with the pastries that Seokjin just happened to mention where your favorite the last time he was over.

- Why else would he lean in close and blush when you hang out on the back porch, greeting you with a hug instead of a hello. Not that you mind at all- Hoseok had practically grown up with Jungkook, so affection is more usual to him than the absence of it.

- The first time he hugs you is just after Jimin and Taehyung’s monthly check-up. Taehyung has to get a few shots- he’d missed out on so many of them when he was a hybrid working in the circus industry that the doctors were trying to play catch-up. Hoseok is used to the tantrum that he and Jimin go through every time that the 6th of the month rolls around. and hopes that they’ve forgotten about it.

- Hoseok had reminded Jungkook about it. In the kitchen the night before when Jimin and Taehyung were upstairs. Taehyung had unfortunately overheard from the hallway.

- Hoseok has so much trouble just getting him out the door to go to the doctor’s office. (he’d been planning on saying that they were going to the park and then pulling a fast one on them to get them into the car- but Hoseok knows that Taehyung must have found out or something)

- Jimin locked himself in the bathroom earlier but Jungkook’s managed to extricate him before Hoseok has had a chance to placate the frightened Taehyung and now Jimin stands next to Jungkook, holding his hand, More subdued and more still then he ever is, His tail wrapped around his pant leg for some form of comfort while Hoseok tries to convince Taehyung to let go of the beam in the kitchen.

- Taehyung has literally wrapped himself around it, “I’m not letting go until you call the doctors and cancel” and maybe Hoseok would be angrier if it weren’t for the fact that Taehyung is trembling- Jimin is too, neither of them wants to go. But they have to, and it breaks Hoseok’s heart to make them go. He reminds himself that he has too- he to not take them is to be like their other owners.

- So he picks up the phone and calls you. You are such a comfort to Taehyung that he thinks it will be good for him, that you might be able to convince Taehyung to let go of the beam. Of course, Seokjin comes too, walks into Hoseok’s kitchen to Taehyung shaking his head every time Jungkook tries to pull him off. Hoseok honey voice trying to bribe him with a trip to the amusement park (not that Taehyung really knows what that is).

- All Seokjin has to say is, “Tae, come on.” His voice nothing but a pure command for Tae. All the hybrids to straighten up, Tae has his head down, ears pinned to his hair and his hands sliding off the coulomb to hang by his side. “Yes alpha” he murmurs, suddenly contrite. Much to the wide-eyed surprised of everyone in the room- especially Hoseok.

- “Okay that’s new” Hoseok mentions, only to receive a well-placed elbow from Seokjin, “shut up” he hisses, the blush turning his cheeks bright bright red. Seokjin is definitely not used to being called alpha. No one- not Namjoon or Yoongi has ever referred to Seokjin as such.

- Hybrid dynamics aren’t all that new to you- but to Hoseok, who had only ever dealt with one other hybrid until recently, it takes some explaining for him to understand the connotation of alpha.

- (You end up explaining Later though on the phone. Hoseok ends up falling asleep on the other end, tired from the excitement of the day, it’s not the last time he calls, however.

- You make a habit of it, always after dinner, Hoseok will call you on your house phone and you’ll sit on your bed chatting with him for an hour or two, sometimes he’ll be doing the dishes in the background and sometimes Jimin will steal the phone to gossip about whatever cute thing Yoongi or Namjoon did that day, endlessly telling you about Seokjin and how the way to a hybrid’s heart is through their ears but also stomach.)

- Jungkook decides to stay home as there simply isn’t room in Hoseok’s car for all of them to go to the doctor’s office and you seem to have more of a positive effect than Jungkook does. He’d been looking forward to some music Yoongi wanted to show him anyway. The ride in the back of Hoseok’s car to the doctor’s office is long and bumpy. You sit in the middle back seat so that both of Hoseok’s hybrids can line themselves along your sides.

- Taehyung folded over your lap and Jimin’s head hidden in your neck.You run your fingers through Tae’s hair and hold onto Jimin’s hand. Murmuring comforting words to both of them the whole way.

- Even Jimin has lost his sunny disposition by the time you pull into the medical center, folding himself between Hoseok and you, looking small and scared eyes vacant in the wake of so much panic. Murmuring, “Hate this place” every time they pass a doctor and hiding under Hoseok’s shoulder. It doesn’t take much to wonder what happened to them.

- (Hoseok will tell you later on the phone, that after the circus Taehyung had to get some serious surgery on his knees, while Jimin had been so sick from neglect that he needed to be in inpatient care and a few rounds of antibiotics to get rid of some serious pneumonia before he could be transferred to the adoption center.

- You could imagine how traumatic that could be, could imagine that whatever doctor’s had treated them, they probably hadn’t bothered to explain to them why they were doing what they were doing- and left them in the dark about what was happening with their own bodies.)

- You’re steely and stalwart, holding Taehyung’s hand just as strongly as he’s holding yours, whispering reassurances every few feet. Taehyung’s knees knock the entire time.

- Through the entire check-up, Taehyung shakes and whimpers, golden eyes wide and terrified of absolutely everyone that approaches him. The only reason why he doesn’t push the doctor away (he’d done that last time and actually climbed on top of the counter) is because both you and Hoseok hold onto both of his hands through it.

- Seokjin is babbling in the corner, holding Jimin’s hand while he waits for his turn looking like he’s about to head to the gallows rather than the doctors wax paper covered table. Seokjin talks to them about the new videos he’s making for his YouTube channel to distract them. Telling them he’d love it if Taehyung and Jimin guest starred and decorated cookies with him one day. It isn’t a lie- but you can hear the distress In Seokjin’s words, how much he’s trying to comfort the two hybrids.

- It’s not surprising that Taehyung starts to cry when they give him the first shot, the big fat tears soaking the shoulder of your shirt even has you hum and scratch at his scalp. Jimin too when he gets his a few minutes later- you can tell he tries to hold back the tears before sniffling. Seokjin almost growls, narrowly avoids letting out the noise strangled in his throat.

- It’s nothing that ice cream can’t fix, though they both hold their arms stiffly and seem a little quieter on the way back. The adrenaline jump and then the come down make them both sleepy but twitchy. Hoseok takes a moment to text Jungkook when he’s a stop to pick up half a dozen ice cream cartons from the store.

- It takes a few hours and no small amount of cuddling That night on the stoop of Hoseok’s house, 4 of the hybrids piled on Hoseok’s dark blue hammock, the others fallen off on the grass giggling and happy as Jungkook uses his body weight to make it sway this way and that and Jimin cries, “you’re gonna break it!” Yoongi and Seokjin laughing from the grass, ducking to avoid the swinging feet. Already fallen off but punch drunk from a little bit of sangria that Seokjin had supplied and too much rocky road.

- Hoseok hugs you, startling you a little, but not unwelcome, his whole body lined up against yours, lithe and a little broader than you’d expected but firm and steady under your hands. His hand cupping the back of your head. he speaks through the thickness in his voice, and though you knew hoseok hadn’t been happy to do what he’d done today, you hadn’t realized he was close to tears. “Thank you- I don’t know what I would have done without you today, y/n I-”

- “Hobi” the nickname slips out without you realizing it, “it’s okay- I- I love them too much to let them be so scared on their own like that.” You can almost taste the smile on Hoseok’s mouth when he says that he likes it when you call him that. You pull away but stay a little closer than usual, and maybe it’s Hoseok’s imagination but you look like you’re trying not to show how happy you are.

- “This is starting to feel a lot like family isn’t It.” he says, you nod agreeing even as Jimin shrieks and falls off the hammock, much much happier than he’d been 5 hours ago. “Yeah,” you say, soft and heavy. And Hoseok can tell that you don’t mind one bit. “Yeah, it does.”

- Your new closeness isn’t missed by any of your hybrids and even when you go back to your own houses (albeit reluctantly) Jungkook and Jimin smirk at Hoseok, but don’t say anything.

- For the next few days, every time he thinks about it he groans and slaps his hands over his own flaming cheeks, Jungkook poking at them. Jimin’s sing-song voice teasing of, “Hoseok and Y/n sittin’ in a tree” Jungkook and Taehyung joining in for the k-i-s-s-i-n-g part. They must have heard it at the park the other day because he has absolutely no idea where they would have learned it.

- Hoseok starts to realize, every single time he gets a notification on his phone from you, your name popping up on his home screen, his heart beats quick and heavy. it Dosesn’t matter if it’s Another voice message or a text or a picture that one of them has taken, he can’t help but start smiling.

- One night after you send voice messages back and forth, you end yours with “sorry I’m being dragged away by Yoongi to cuddle, goodnight Bobi! I’ll see you tomorrow” and even after Hoseok sends back a “goodnight! sleep tight! don’t let the bed bugs bite” he still finds himself lying in his bed legs hanging off the side, Jungkook and Taehyung giggling from the bathroom, while Hoseok lies in bed and replays the message again and again just to hear “goodnight Hobi! I’ll see you tomorrow.”

- You know how little kids get? when they get so excited about going to some amusement park or zoo that they can’t fall asleep the night before. So excited for tomorrow to come that today somehow drags. That is exactly how Hoseok feels. Jimin sidles up to the side of his bed, listening to the message twice,

- “You’re crushed like a grape” Jimin nudging Hoseok’s thigh with his foot when the message ends. “You are so so fucked” he laughs, Hoseok whines. He replays the message and Jimin smiles, Pressing a kiss to Hoseok’s forehead before he goes to join Taehyung and Jungkook in the bathroom. Whatever they’re doing it required not one but 2 types of bubble bath and dish soap and would probably inevitably damage Hoseok’s floor.

- “I feel objectified when you compare me to fruit” Hoseok complains, but Jimin just winks at him from the door, licking his plush lips and eyeing the little bit of skin at Hoseok’s waist where his shirt has pulled up- where Hoseok knows there are still hickeys, barely faded, from a few nights prior. “at least you’re yummy?” he says, before he’s pulled into the room by Jungkook and leaves Hoseok to wallow. “Woh! how did you get the bubbles that big?”

- And when Hoseok takes stalk of his emotions, feels his crush on you multiply, he realizes that he is absolute- irrevocable- pass the point of no return-

- Jimin is right, Hoseok is royally fucked.

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imaginesandideas · 5 years

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Hii so I saw you were taking requests so I thought of requesting something it crossed my mind the other day, can you please do a Ben x Reader where the Reader is also a actress/singer and they date but Ben was away because of work so they haven't seen each other in like 2 months, so when the reader starts to get very close to her best friend/co-star he starts to get insecure because of what gwil or joe once told him about "The ones who doesn't make themself present aren't needed" ? Thank you!

I’m so so so so so sorry for coming with this only now, but I hope it’s worth the wait! ❣️🙌

I changed the request a bit, but the main idea remains.

Missing you

you two meet during some audition

it went bad, oh so bad

you were still relatively new to this business, so your stress wasn’t helpful either

you were paired for a improvised scene and the thought itself had you biting your bottom lip in attempt to calm your nerves

the man was breathtaking to look at, not to mention that he seemed just as stressed as you

that is, until he looked at you

his attitude mellowed and soon you two chatted loosely, forgetting about your audition completely

by the time you were supposed to start your line, you were totally messed up by Ben’s 3rd or 4th petty joke

“Hey, hey. You know how can you tell when a plane is full of actors?”

you try to stifle another wave of giggles as your mind already imagines the answer

“Uhm, no?”

“When the engine stops but the whining continues.”

Ben can’t help but laugh as you snort, hiding behind the script in your hands

it’s at that moment that he knows that no matter how much you two are about to ruin this audition, he has to get your number

and then ask on a date

and several other dates

and then ask you to move in with him after few more months as you lay tangled in duvets one day

many auditions later, you’ve gotten used to having to race constantly between sets

many times you ended up going straight from the airport to Ben’s set, just to see him before you’d have to return for additional shots

he’d do the same thing for you

if one of you doesn’t not have any upcoming projects, you’d join the other on set

you two would spend every spare moment talking plans, practicing lines, cuddling, making out

making up for all of the lost time

sometimes you’d join Ben on occasional hangouts with his co-stars, some of them quickly becoming your friends too

when you met Joe you two clicked momentarily

it was easy since you shared similar sense of humour

Ben loves watching your interactions and reading the inside jokes you’d exchange every minute

after all you and Joe are his favourite people on the whole world

“Alright, maybe I’ll just leave you guys since I’m clearly not needed here?”

“Oh Benny. Jealous cause I get along with your girl better than you do?”

“Yeah but guess who’s taking her home smartass.”

“I can be very convincing, right _____?”

“Oh I don’t know Ben, America seems nice...“

“That’s it, we’re going home!”

over time it became harder for you to see each other for longer than just a few weeks

there were times where you’d barely exchange few hurried kisses before you had to be off to some party, despite just coming back from long weeks of shooting

he wasn’t mad, not a bit

all of all the people you knew, both your family and friends, he’s the only one who actually understands the scenario your life revolves around

it’s only on lazy days, when he’s not making a film, or when he’s finally alone in his trailer when it dawns to him how much he misses you

he misses how your eyes lit up when you’re telling him about your day

or how you laugh when he’s telling you about his own

so when one time he’s back home from filming much sooner than you, he’s missing you more than ever

daily calling and FaceTiming don’t help much, because you haven’t been around each other for two months now

“Baby I miss you so fucking much.”

“Ben, baby... You know I’d be there in a heartbeat if I could.” you can hear him exhale on the other end. Rubbing his thigh, he continues.

“Y’know... I could always fly myself up there.”

“Honey...”

“I’d be useful! I could rub your shoulders? I bet you’re bloody tense after all those reshoots.” you sigh into the phone, because he has a point, again “And then, I could edge you off some more...”

“Christ, Ben! Don’t get me all flustered when I need to be back in front of the camera in 3 minutes.” you hear him chuckle and smile creeps on your own face too.

“Love you.”

“And I love you too blondie.”

over weeks you stopped calling as often, only texted him from time to time

but he knows it’s not your wish but the circumstances obligating you to set your work first

luckily Joe had a visit planned out, so you know Ben is in good hands

you realise how good ones, after you check your notifications the next day, and find loads of sweet declarations of love

but like, in every app you two have accounts on

and they’re all full of misspellings, but your heart immediately melts

you also get some videos

but it’s mainly Joe recording as Ben is doing a semi-coherent monologue about how much he misses you, or generally Joe and Ben singing some serenades

most likely Love Of My Life or Somebody To Love

you’re having fun with your co-stars too, often ending the day with a drink or two at a nearby bar

you realize something’s off because Ben’s messages are more distant

even when you talk on FaceTime he seems more tense

you’re just hoping it’ll change once you’re back home in his arms

but when you see him, he seems upset by something you can’t quite put into words

of course he’s all smiles when he holds you at the airport, covering your entire face with loving kisses and holding you so tight against him as if you could disappear any second

he says it’s the stress, but deep down you know it’s more complicated than that

you don’t continue the conversation and wrap the day up with Italian takeaway on the couch as you show him pictures from the set and sightseeings

mouth filled with pasta, you explain every photo, especially if there’s a fun story behind it

but he’s not remarkably invested in the slideshow

his eyes almost always dart to you and how corners of your lips ride up at the hilarity of clips

it’s the next morning that he finally lets it all out

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking pathetic.”

He nearly breathes it and it takes your sleepy head a moment to catch what he meant. You frown and turn around to face him. The warmth of your bodies tangled in sheets makes it incredibly hard to start such conversations so early.

“What do you mean Ben? I never said-“

“_____ I know, it’s just... you’re out there, having fun, making friends. And I’m not there. And I feel left out, which is fucking silly because you could say the same thing when I’m gone but-“

You place a finger on his plump, trembling lips.

“Are you seriously jealous?”

He lets out a sigh, eyes locked with yours, though he’s desperately trying to avoid you seeing through him. But it’s too late and you’re already placing a hand on his cheek, thumb caressing his cheekbone. “Ben I love you. Why would you feel like there’s a reason for you to be jealous?”

His gaze lingers lower, to your neck and he’s trying to own up to the thoughts he’s been having. His fingers are gentle, unsure even, as if the bond you’ve built has suddenly became fragile like glass.

„I saw the pictures with that guy you’ve posted while Joe was still here, and I thought that you don’t need me. Cause I’m always away, and when I’m not there’s always something else going on anyway, and ugh... ‘The ones who doesn't make themself present aren't needed’ and all that shit.”

“Who told you that?” he’s rubbing his neck now, a nervous habit of his.

“Uhm, J-Joe?”

“Oh come on! He’s such a dumbass for making you think like this! Oh my god, I’m gonna call him right now!”

At an instant you’re pulling off the sheets to reach for the phone on your nightstand, but he’s quick to catch you by your waist to draw you closer to him.

“Oh fuck Joe, it’s not about him. I just...” he sighs again.

“He’s making you think that I’d dump you for people I barely met.” You look into his baby-blues again, sure to drown in their depth any second. He’s clearly apologetic but you can still see the glimpse of insecurity in his gaze. You place a gentle kiss on his lips. “That’s just fucking stupid. I love you like crazy Ben, and there’s no other person I’d rather spend my time with.”

You let your fingers trace over his exposed collarbone and up to his jaw. “Sometimes I hang out with others of course, but that won’t change anything between us. Cause we’re stuck together. I want to be stuck with you till my bones grow old.” you exclaim sweetly enough to make his whole expression soften. You leave a trail of kisses on his cheeks, jawline, one on the nose and forehead.

“Marry me.” you abruptly stop.

“W-what?”

“Marry me _____. Not now, not tomorrow, but let me love you forever” a kiss “and ever” another one “and ever.” You breathe out and return the kiss, only intensifying it, almost losing yourself in his warmth.

You pull away, vision a but blurry and lips pink and swollen. His entire face is glowing, redness taking over his features. You can feel how his heart sped up, just in time with yours.

“Only if I can return the favour.” you cuddle into his side and he wraps you in his arms and kisses the top of your head.

“Any day doll, any day.”

“But I’m gonna kick Joe’s american ass anyway!”

“No doubt about that.”

~~~~~

Ooof, that went further than I planned , but I regret nothing

Comments, ideas and words of notice are always appreciated 💜

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moonyro · 5 years

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Lazy day, Lazy morning, Lazy life

A/N: Hey there, a bit late for Yoshiko's Birthday, but better late than never, I guess. So I had a really big issue writing this: I didn't know if I wanted it to be YouHane or YohaRiko because I love both pairings. (Also YohaMaru was there haunting me, but, oh well, let's leave it as if I only struggled with two pairings.)

Man, loving multiple pairings is a torture, especially when writing.

Well, guess imma start posting here in tumblr, too. Who cares anyway.

The idea of a lazy day was just so tempting to do with You, and at the same time, with Riko, that while I was writing this I started changing names, description, and every interaction while advancing; in the end, knowing that I wouldn't get anywhere like that, I decided to leave it as YohaRiko. (I still feel troubled about this, but probably also would be the same if it were the other way around) Next time prolly gonna write some YouHane cuz I love 'em. So there you go, hope you enjoy this little fluff of one of my favorite pairings. (Oh yeah, I’m learning english, expect horrendous grammatical errors ahead.)

Lazy Morning, Lazy Day, Lazy Life.

An irritating sound was heard inside the room, on a little stand next to the bed. A hand emerged from the cushions seeking vengeance and willing to stop the hellish sound from the Hades itself, but failed in every attempt. The person groaned quietly and retrieved her hand back to their place, she hid her face under her pillow, hoping for the sound to be muffled. When the sound became louder, like thousands of barking Hell-hounds that protect the entrance to the underworld, the girl decided to throw her pillow to the source of the sound. The satisfactory sound of the mechanism falling to the ground and the subsequent silence that came with, all of that had a price to pay, 'Oh fuck, that was my phone.'

The girl looked at the ground worried, right where her phone fell, wondering if it was still working. Her answer was the muffled sound of the deep abyss that is Tartar- 'I should stop calling the alarm like that.' After confirming that her phone was still functional she shrugged and returned to the comforting warmth that was produced by her blankets. It was her free day so she didn't needn't to get up so early. Then she realized that she had no pillow.

She looked at her side, wondering where her pillow ended up, she saw it against the wall, clearly, too far from her reach. Not wanting to get up, she turned around and scooted closer to her companion, whom was facing to the opposite direction in the bed. Fortunately for her, the girl at her side left enough space for her to lay her head on the pillow. Yoshiko sighed contented as she buried her face in the red wine-like hair of her lover, letting the fruity smell intoxicate her, Yoshiko felt her eyelids heavier, and the sleep that she deserved came back, she hugged the girl and snuggled closer. As she was about to drift to the lands of dreams again, she felt the girl shift in the place and lazily turn around to face her beloved. She had her eyes closed, still grasping to the remnants of her sleep, but that didn't stopped her to bury her face into Yoshiko's neck and embrace her.

Yoshiko passed her hand slowly through the glossy locks and feeling satisfied when she heard a soft purring and her neck tingled. She kissed the forehead of her beloved flower, ''Sorry, did I wake you up?''

''No... Well, technically, you did, but it was the alarm that woke me up,'' Riko said planting a kiss on Yoshiko's collarbone. ''I hope you didn't break your phone.''

The moment she said that on the other side of the bed a notification sound came from the phone and this started to ring again. Yoshiko snickered, ''See? It's still working, never doubt of any of my possessions, they were crafted by Sindri and Brok themselves*.''

''Pfft...You're a dork, you know that?'' Riko laughed quietly, after all those years together, she couldn't help but fall in love with Yoshiko's weird antics, even if they were less frequent than before.

''Quiet,'' Yoshiko mumbled into Riko's hair as she started to drift off.

BOOM

Yoshiko jumped scared to Riko's arms and throwing half of the sheets to the floor in the process, outside the apartment the sound of water splattering on the roof and against the window started to subside the hellish alarm.

Riko laughed hardheartedly at her girlfriend, ''Geez, you're such a scaredy-cat.''

Yoshiko hid her face in the crook of Riko's neck, she felt her face burning with shame, ''S-shut it, it got me out of guard.''

Riko sighed contented as she felt the warm breath of Yoshiko on her skin, ''Whatever you say, Yocchan.'' She nudged the self-proclaimed fallen angel, ''Yocchan. Could you get the blanket? I'm freezing here.''

''You don't need such thing as a blanket.'' She tightened her grip on Riko and whispered, ''F-For I, the one that descended to hell, is all you need to keep you warm and comfortable.''

Riko would've thought that her girlfriend sounded cool, (and maybe it would've also turned her on) if it wasn't for the way she shivered after saying that. Still, she loved to play along with her antics, but, although it was something Riko was sure she would never get tired of, it was just too early in the morning to deal with it, ''Yes, yes. You're right. But what about you? Aren't you cold?''

''It is my duty to care of you, Lily, don't worry about-'' she paused when she saw Riko's unamused expression. ''Fine, fine, I'll get it.''

Yoshiko sat up, her navy-blue hair falling over her black tank top, she crawled to the opposite end of the bed. She looked at Riko with a glint on her eyes and threw herself with covers over girlfriend. Riko let out a small cry that got muffled by the blankets.

''Yocchan! Don't do that!''

Yoshiko cackled, clearly entertained, ''Why not? Weren't you cold? I'm just doing my job to keep you safe from the cold winds of the Fimbulvetr.'

Riko sighed, at this point, she thought, she should be used to her girlfriend acting like a child, but she's not, and she often forgets how childish Yoshiko could be,''If you're going to wrap me up like that, at least do it so that both of us are under the covers, so we're both nice and warm.''

She felt how Yoshiko stopped struggling so she took the chance to take a peek from her position. Yoshiko was looking at her side, rather embarrassed and pouting, Riko smiled fondly and raised the blankets, leaving enough space for her girlfriend, ''Hey, come here.''

Yoshiko, obviously, obliges.

''We should've closed the window completely.''

''Hmm... probably.'' said Yoshiko looking at the half-closed, blind windows. ''But it was jut too hot last night.''

''We need to buy an AC,'' Riko wrapped her arms around Yoshiko's waist and rested her head on the fallen angel's shoulder.

Yoshiko yaws, ''Should have asked Mari for one.''

Riko laughs quietly, she stares into Yoshiko's eyes, and moments later starts to drift off, slowly closing her golden eyes. The rhythmical breathing of her lover makes Yoshiko's heart soar, she can't believe how beautiful Riko is. She takes the opportunity to caress her face and kiss her cheek. She felt her body lighter and her eyelids heavier, not much after that, she was already joining Riko in her sleep.

Yoshiko woke up after a while, with her hand searching for the girl that was supposed to be at her side. When the only thing she felt was the empty space of the warm blankets, she sat up wiping her eyes and stretching her limps. Outside their apartment it was still pouring, Yoshiko lifted her phone with its screen now broken, she groaned as she put on her slippers, she made her way to their wardrobe grabbing a purple hoodie and leaving the bedroom. The smell of hot chocolate and fried eggs immediately rose her spirit, she walked to the kitchen where she saw Riko only with a pink t-shirt and panties in front of the stove, the view made her skip a beat and suddenly a smirk appeared on her face.

As she tried to move as quietly as possible, slowly approaching to her prey, Riko spoke, ''Yocchan, don't you dare.''

Yoshiko squeaked, ''W-what are you talking about, Lily?''

Riko turned off the stove and turned around to face her lover, ''I told you, no more sneak attacks, at least while I'm cooking.''

Yoshiko approached the girl and stood in front of her, ''Then it's okay when you're not?''

Before Riko finished saying 'Yes' she was already being kissed by the fallen angel. Yoshiko hugged her by the waist, Riko brought her hands to cup Yoshiko's face; short breaths were taken each time they separated, occasional 'I love you's' were said in between pauses, and the soft smacking of their lips were all the soundtrack they needed; all in a chaste bliss that Riko enjoyed each time they had the opportunity.

Another kiss was given before Yoshiko rested her forehead against Riko's, ''Good morning, my little demon.''

''Good Morning'' Riko smiled sweetly and gave her the sweetest of kisses, ''Happy birthday, Yocchan.''

Yoshiko beamed as Riko turned laughing quietly to stove, ''Go watch TV or something, breakfast will be ready in a few.''

Yoshiko made her way up to the living room, she lied on the couch and looked at her phone, and she shrugged at the broken screen and unlocked the phone. There were various messages from her parents and Aquors members wishing her a happy birthday,Yoshiko smiled and started to answer each of the messages.

As she tapped on the phone Riko appeared on her peripheral carrying a tray with two plates and two mugs on it, she panicked and quickly hid the broken phone below a cushions. Riko placed the tray on the table in front of the couch alongside with pancakes and eggs.

Yoshiko sat up, ''Thanks, Lily.''

''It's nothing,'' said Riko smiling at her girlfriend and handing her a mug of chocolate. She looked at the nervous and agitated expression on Yoshiko's face, ''...you broke your phone, didn't you?''

''W-well, it’s not broken...''

Riko sighed, ''Seriously, Yocchan.'' She put off her apron and looked to the balcony. ''I hope it settles soon.''

Yoshiko sipped at her mug, relieved that Riko didn't pressed her on the matter, ''It will probably not, you know my luck. And it's the day I fell from heaven! I'm pretty sure the gods might not want me to enjoy this day.''

''But I had many things planned for today!'' said Riko pouting. ''I wanted to make it special, you know.''

''We can always invite everyone here, they would come even in this weather,'' Yoshiko sneered, and locked eyes with her lover. ''Or... we could spend the whole day together, you know, just the two of us here. As long I'm with you, it's special, Lily.''

Riko blushed and giggled, ''That's so cliché, Yocchan.''

''H-hey, gimme a break, I'm trying!''

Riko sat next to Yoshiko, grabbing her own plate, ''I know, it's just too weird to hear you say such things.''

Yoshiko looked away from her, her face felt warm, and she was pretty sure it wasn't for the chocolate, ''...because it's true,'' she whispered.

Riko smiled satisfied as she gave a bit to her breakfast, soon Yoshiko joined her. When they were finished Riko retrieved their plates back to the tray and rested her head on Yoshiko's shoulder. ''We could bake a cake later, or play some games. We have a whole day just for us. We can meet with the girls other day.''

She smiled and looked straight into those fuchsia eyes she loved so much.

''So, what do you want to do first?''

#Love Live #love live sunshine #fanfic #yoshiko tsushima #riko sakurauchi #happy birthday yoshiko #yohariko

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whateverisbeautiful · 7 years

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Reveling in Richonne

#60: The Hug (7x10)

I love love love this moment. It's sweet cuz R&M have been working as a team and doing impressive cool things together since long before canon but now that they're a couple they get to smile and hug it out after a victory. Hallelu! 🙌🏾

I love how seamlessly they’ve transitioned into interacting like a couple. It just goes to show they’ve been in love way before Rick ever brought home those mints. 😊

So Rick is just feeling on top of the world today and not even an impaled hand or having to give in and "say yes" to Jadis could bring him down.

Like even in that weird little negotiation with Jadis he is still so lighthearted. He’s so confident they have what it takes to win now cuz he’s just seen firsthand another example of what he and his woman can do.

(Side note: It’s funny cuz watching this episode back I noticed that Rick gives his first “Is this chick crazy?” look to Jadis when she tells him that walker was named Winslow. And then he’ll give her a very similar look in the finale. 😂)

After Rick makes a deal we see all the trash people release their weapons and Michonne stands in front of the other TF members as they watch all the trash people walk away. I love the staging of this cuz you can see that Michonne is ardently awaiting for Rick to make his way back to her.

Like Rick is her main focus and she’s not letting her guard down until she sees him and knows he’s okay. She steps forward and it’s just so clear that out of all the members she’s the most eager to see him turn that corner.

And then, after awhile, Rick hobbles over to TF with his bloody hand and he has the biggest most proud smile on his face lol.

You can tell that he's happy to finally have a W after all this time. But I also think his smile is because he's very proud of the teamwork he and Michonne just accomplished and, now that he's facing her, they can more properly celebrate it together.

I love the way this whole scene is shot. Like he walks out and looks so tore up from the floor up but he's so happy. And then they cut to the queen, Michonne, and she's just smiling with so much love.

Like she's so relieved he's okay and that he's smiling. The smile she gives him just screams "That's my man!” Like he’s a dork but he’s her dork lol. 😋 I love that she finds it humorous how hard he's cheesing and the joy from both of them is infectious. As he limps towards her she walks towards him and they proceed to give the new cutest hug I’ve ever seen. 😍

Don’t get me wrong their cell hug was precious but this one was something else. I don’t know how they always top themselves with this stuff but they do. 👏🏽And I adore all that is conveyed in this hug.

Like one; I just love that they hug at all because this is Rick and Michonne! Like these are the baddest of the bunch and now they are a couple and hugging and truly in love for all to see. We've come so far and it's amazing. 👌🏽 Two; She’s so glad that he’s okay and he’s so happy that he has her and this hug just spells that out so beautifully. And I love that everything about this hug just seems so natural and instinctual for them and they really bask in this moment. Three; I love how overwhelmingly happy they are right here. Like they hug and then she’s buried into him and he leans into her and I appreciate that he gives her this big hug while still being mindful not to get his bloody hand on her lol. 👌🏽😂 Also Michonne’s glowing in this scene. #melaninpoppin. 👸🏾 Four; I adore the smile he gives when he leans into her cuz it’s the smiles the other doesn’t see that’s often so meaningful. Like anyone can smile to your face, but when you have someone smiling about you, without you even seeing it, that’s how you know it’s the real deal.

And idk why but this hug just reminded me of a high school football captain hugging his cheerleader girlfriend after the big win lol. Like it felt so youthful in the best way. 😋 So this hug was adorable and I was so happy that we got this moment. But then…we got the cherry on top when Rick kisses her on the forehead. 🙊

Like, as if this hug weren't enough, Rick had to nearly take us out by giving Michonne a kiss on the forehead as they stayed interlocked in the hug.

Y’all that was beyond precious. 😭 I seriously suspect that they do some of that stuff specifically to just see how many of us they can knock out lol. 😂

That forehead kiss was so sweet and intimate and happy. Like this couple can take such small moments and still make it such a big expression of how deeply in love they are.

And what I love so much is that they are also in love with so much more than just the physical of each other (as much as they appreciate that too lol). Like that forehead kiss truly was an "I love this human being in my arms" kiss. I know Rick was fully aware that Michonne is once again why they are here and winning and you can practically visibly see his gratitude for her radiating off him. It's awesome because since the physical was the last step in their intimacy it's like their bodies now just naturally reach for each other because they’ve wanted to do that for a while now and it just makes sense. Like that hug and forehead kiss are so clearly just what felt right in the moment for them to do.

And I love knowing that these characters who are so worthy of love are now being loved so fully by the one they're meant to be with. Like it's so equal and they both feel so fortunate to have the other. 🙌🏾😊

It’s super sweet that they don't break away from the hug. They just walk off still together and the whole world can know exactly who they are to each other. And it really is like they’re leaning on one another.

Plus it’s interesting cuz, as they walk away, this is the first time you can kind of see that Rick is still very much physically injured rn but because he’s on such a high it’s not affecting him as much. He’s whole in every other way in this moment cuz she’s right there by his side.

I also love how Michonne smiles as they walk away. Again, this is that smile that’s so meaningful cuz it’s not at all for show, she’s just genuinely so happy to be back in the safest place in the world for her; Rick's arms. (Only Richonne could made me this gushy lol 😋)

It’s cool that it’s just been happening to work out where some of my most favorite moments end up being standout numbers like the cell scene being the 50th post. And this being the 60th is so fitting cuz I really adored this moment. 👌🏽

I love when everything Rick and Michonne feel for each other is so visibly on display. And this sincere joyful hug was a loud and clear statement of why Richonne is everything. 😊👏🏽

#twd #the walking dead #twdfamily #richonne #richonne family #richonne fandom #michonne #michonnegrimes #rick grimes #not my gifs #richonner

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fluffyllamas-23 · 7 years

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You guys, this was like almost 3,000 words. Sorry, fam XD

Here’s another OC fic that nobody asked for but Imma post it anyways. Also this turned out really angsty in the beginning.

Tensions had been high in the Edwards household. Kelsey and Lincoln had been married for just over a year. They loved being married, but it was a stressful time in their lives.

Lincoln was a nurse at their local hospital. He had working a lot, trying to provide for them - there had been talks of trying for a baby, but they weren’t in the place (financially) to bring a child into the world. He had been working almost every day for the last month and a half, and he was stressed and exhausted. He was in the ER, which was a very high stress job, and the few days he did have off, he just wanted to sleep off his stress and exhaustion.

Kelsey was an elementary school teacher. This year, they had moved her down from third grade to first, which she wasn’t thrilled with. She loved third grade - she had been a third grade teacher for the past three years and had finally found her groove. She also loved her first graders, but they were much younger than she was accustomed to, and she had ended up with a lot of kids who had learning, emotional and behavioral problems. Aside from the kids being hard, their parents were also hard, and angry with just about everything. They tended to take their anger out on her, even though she was trying her best. She was drained, and she was spent, and she was frazzled.

Kelsey spent many late nights in her classroom, trying to figure out how the hell she was going to make it through another day. She spent most of that time crying her eyes out. She missed her husband. She needed him, she needed him to listen to her, and let her cry, and just be present.

She just felt like a failure, and like she was just barely holding her head above water. She felt like Lincoln didn’t even want to be with her anymore, he just seemed distant and uninterested. The rational part of her brain was telling her that he was just stressed out and was trying to hold his head above water as well, but the bigger, more anxious and irrational part of her brain had convinced her that a divorce was in their future.

So, when they fought for what seemed like the hundredth time that week, she burst into tears, and told him (through sobs) that she was going to her classroom to work on lesson plans. The school was close to their house, and it was two o'clock on a Saturday, so she decided she would walk there to clear her head.

Lincoln just sighed in frustration. It had been a stupid fight, she wanted to spend time with him, he said he just wanted to stay home and sleep. Kelsey blew up at him, and he blew up at her in response, and then she left in tears.

She finally stopped crying at eight, which was when she decided to go back home. She didn’t want to, she would have rather stayed in her classroom, but she didn’t want to spend the night there. She just hoped that he would still be asleep, because she didn’t think she could handle another disappointing interaction with him.

She just wanted to know he cared.

Lincoln was starting to get worried - she had left over six hours ago, and she still wasn’t home. It had started storming half an hour ago - he could hear the rain pelting against the roof, and the rolling of thunder in the distance. Lightening flashed in the window, and wind was howling through the trees. The forecast called for nearly a week and a half of this, and it was just going to get worse.

Lincoln wanted her home and safe. He had tried texting and calling her, but she wasn’t picking up, and he knew that he had screwed up.

So, he decided to go drive and find her. They needed to patch things up - he didn’t like being at odds with her, it was just making him more stressed. He needed one area of his life to be peaceful.

He drove to the school, and then nearly slammed on his brakes when he saw a woman roughly his wife’s height and build, walking in the wind and rain. When he realized it WAS her, he swung around to the other side of the road and put the car in park.

“Kelsey!” He cried after he rolled his window down. She stopped in her tracks, and crossed her arms as she stared at him. Her eyes were red and puffy from hours of crying. Her wet, chocolate brown hair was whipping her in the face, and she shivered violently, her teeth chattering. “L-Lincoln?” “What are you doing? Get in the car!” “What do you want? I thought you were sleeping.” “Yeah, I did for a while. What are you doing out here?!” He cried, looking at the temperature indicator on his dashboard. “It’s forty degrees out!” “I w-walked here.” She said, wrapping her arms around herself. “I had no other choice.” “‘No other choice’? How about calling your husband to come get you?!” He bit, irritation lacing his voice. “Come on, Kelse. Get in the car.” “No.” She shook her head. He sighed. “I know you’re mad at me, but it’s cold, and raining, and windy, and-” He was cut off by a flash of lightening and more rolling of thunder. She jumped, pushing her wet hair out of her face. “I’m not getting in.” “Get in the CAR, Kelsey.” “No!” “GET IN THE CAR!” He yelled. She was trembling. “You’re going to catch pneumonia! You can be mad in here. Get. In. The. Car!” They stared each other down for a few minutes, and then she sighed in defeat before opening the back door and putting her (now sopping wet) purse on the floor.

She got into the front seat, her teeth chattering as she shivered. Lincoln shot her a concerned glance as he shrugged his jacket off and draped it over her shoulders. Then, he turned his heat on full blast and looked at her. She was drooped in her seat, staring at the ground. Despite being all bundled up in his heavy coat and the heater being pointed directly at her, she was still shivering.

“Why wouldn’t you call me?” He scolded. “What made you think this was a good idea?! Kelsey, it’s pouring out.” She shrugged, not looking at him as her eyes filled with tears. “In m-my defense, it w-wasn’t r-raining when I l-left my c-classroom.” He sighed sadly. “Did I hurt you that badly that you decided to walk alone while it was getting dark? That’s not safe…what if something happened?” She shrugged, still staring at the floor. He chewed on his bottom lip as guilt ate at him. They lapsed into silence, the only sound being the chattering of her teeth. Her hair was plastered to her forehead and cheeks, and the passenger’s seat was soaked, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to get her home. “You’re sniffling.” He said, glancing at her. “Are you feeling okay?” She nodded. “I’m fine.”

He screwed up. He had never seen her this withdrawn or upset before. She seemed to be shutting him out, and he just hoped it was temporary. They had been drifting apart for the last few months, and he wasn’t too proud to admit that he was mostly to blame. That ended tonight. They were going to talk through their issues and they were going to spend time together. He needed to focus more on her, she deserved it.

She had been sniffling pretty non-stop for the past few minutes, and he was just hoping that it was because of the cold.

He pulled into their garage, and turned the car off.

“Alright. Go take a hot shower, I’ll get you some dry clothes, alright?” She nodded, and when he went in to kiss her cheek, she leaned away and got out. She trudged upstairs (wiping at her nose nonstop, because it would not. stop. running), and flopped on the bed. She was exhausted, and not in the mood to get in the shower. Lincoln walked into their room and sighed. “Kelsey, off the bed. Get in the shower, you’re soaked.” “I don’t wanna.” She mumbled. “M’sleepy.” “Yeah, and you’re soaked to the bone, and shivering. You need a hot shower.” “Ihh…ihxcht!” She sneezed. “Exactly my reasoning. You’re going to get sick if you don’t change out of those clothes.” She groaned, but got off the bed and went into the bathroom. She turned the shower on as hot as it would go, and stepped in after she had stripped.

Lincoln was waiting on the bed. He had pulled out her underwear and a pair of his sweatpants and oversized shirt. She emerged from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, still shivering and sniffling.

“Here.” He said softly, pointing to the clothes. “Kelsey, can we talk?” “Can it wait? I’m tired.” She mumbled, still shivering. “You’re still cold?” He frowned. She nodded, sniffling as she changed. She slipped into bed, nuzzling as deep into the blankets as possible. When she was still cold after a few minutes, she threw the blankets off and sat up. “What do you need?” “Um…more blankets.” “I’ll get them.” He said. “I really want to talk about our fight…I’ve never seen you this upset before…you’ve never had a problem talking to me before…but you just seem so sad.” “…Okay.” He sighed in relief. “I’ll be right back.”

After he had piled the blankets on, and she had warmed up, he climbed under the blankets with her, and they laid on their sides facing each other.

“I’m really sorry, Kelse.” He sighed. “I’ve been stressed out, and-” “You think you’re the only one stressed out, Link?” She asked, sitting up. She sat against the pillows, pulled the blankets to her chest, and then pulled her knees to her chest as well. She wrapped her arms around her knees. “I’ve been too. I’ve been barely holding on, but I haven’t pushed you away. Do…do you even want to be married?” “What?” He frowned, sitting up as well. “Of course I do!” She sighed, her shoulders slumped in defeat as she traced patterns on the comforter. “Well you could have fooled me.” He crawled out of the blankets, and then sat cross legged in front of her. She closed her eyes as they filled her eyes.

It was killing him that he was the reason she was crying.

He frowned and cupped her cheek. “Hey, hey, hey…talk to me, what’s up.” She sighed. “i just…lately I’ve been feeling like such a…failure.” “What? Why?” He asked. “Work is so hard.” She cried, bursting into tears. “I was finally getting the hang of teaching, and then they moved me, and now I sit in my classroom after work and cry.” His heart dropped. “You do?” She nodded, choking on a sob. “I’ve hardly seen you in months. I miss you so much and it just didn’t seem like you wanted to spend time with me…I kept thinking that it’s just because you’re stressed, but then I thought that maybe you just hate me.” “Oh honey.” He cooed, scootching closer to her so that his knees were touching her shins. She burst into tears, and slumped forward so that her forehead was pressed to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and she curled up in his lap. “I’m so sorry that you’ve felt like this. You’re not a failure, and I don’t hate you. I love you, Kelse. Can you please forgive me?” Suddenly, it felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest, and a wall of exhaustion hit her. “Yeah.” “You’re my best friend, and just for the record, I do want to spend time with you.” She grinned sleepily. “You’re mine, too.” “Hey, I finally have some time off. You should call out of work and we should go away for a few days. “Yeah…that sounds nice. I love you.” “I love you, too.” He said, kissing her forehead.

She was awake long before Lincoln’s alarm went off. The pounding headache was the first thing she was aware of - it was horribly painful. It was right in the center of her forehead and was radiating to her temples. She was stuffy, too. She couldn’t breathe through her nose properly, and her throat felt raw - like she had been up all night screaming.

“Ihh…ihxcht! *Snff*” “Kelsey?” Lincoln mumbled in sleepy confusion. She sniffled, burying her face in her pillow. “Go back to sl-heh…ehhh…ihxcht! *Snff*” “Are you feeling okay?” He asked. “M’fine.” She lied. “Go back to sleep.” He nodded tiredly, nuzzling his face into the pillow as he fell back asleep.

She laid awake, stifling each sneeze so she didn’t wake him. He was exhausted, he needed to sleep and not be woken up because she was stupidly sneezy. It seemed as though her body waited until she was close to sleep to sneeze, and each sneeze worsened her headache, and scraped against her throat. It hurt.

He woke up at nine, a couple hours later, and looked over at Kelsey.

“Kelsey?” He frowned, watching as she jerked forward in a series of stifled sneezes. “Ugh…sorry.” She croaked, rolling on her back. “Are you alright?” He asked, sitting up. She sniffled thickly, and went into a coughing fit. “Ugh, I’mb finde.” “Alright, looks like we’re spending the day in.” He said. “Ndo, we cand go away. It’s just allergies.” He put a hand on her forehead. “I would buy that if you actually had allergies… and didn’t have a fever…and didn’t get caught in the rain yesterday. You probably picked up that bug that’s been going around. We’re staying in, and I’m going to take care of you.” She burst into tears. “I ruin everything!” “What? No you don’t!” She sniffled. “I wanted to go away w-with…ehhh…Ing’shhh…y-you…Xx’scht! Ehh…heh…heh…Ehhh…heh-k’tshiew! Hehh’kSHEW! Hehh…hehh’kschheww! *snff* *snfff*” “Bless you.” He frowned. “I th-thingk…ehh…I h-have a ehhhh….c-cold *Snff* ehh…heh…*Koff Koff*…h-heh… heh-k’tshiew! Hehh’kSHEW! Hehh…hehh’kschheww! *Snff*” “Yeah, I think so too…it’s one hell of a head cold, too.” He grimaced. “Mby throat is killindg mbe.” She moaned “I’ll get you some medicine. How did you sleep?” “Ndot well.” She sniffled. “Beend sndeezindg all ndight. I was too stuffy to sleep.” “You never sleep well when you’re sick. How do you feel aside from the sore throat and sneezing?” “Mby head hurts…sindus headache…” She mumbled, gesturing to her face. “Yeah?” He frowned. She nodded tiredly. “And I feel really woozy.” “That’s the fever.” He frowned, and began pressing on her face gently. She yelped in pain, jerking her head away from him. He smiled at her sheepishly. “Sorry.” “Dond’t do that.” “I think you might have a sinus infection.” He grimaced. “Andtibiotics?” She asked sleepily. He shook his head. “No…we’ll keep an eye on it, though.” “M’exhausted.” “I’ll be right back.”

He came back in the room a few minutes later with some medicine and the thermometer, and sat on the edge of the bed. He put a hand on her forehead and stuck the thermometer in her ear.

After it beeped, he glanced at the numbers and inhaled sharply.

“One hundred and two point one. You might have the flu, too. Are you achey at all?” She nodded, coughing lightly. “Everythindg hurts.” “Definitely the flu.” He sighed, going in to kiss her cheek. She sniffled again. “The flu is condtageous…stay away, I dond’t wandt you to catch this.” “I don’t care about that. Here.” He said, handing her the pills. “These will help you sleep.” She sniffled. “Thangks.”

Lincoln was at the stove, making her some soup when he felt her come up behind him and wrap her arms around his waist and press her cheek to his back. He turned around and wrapped his arms around her.

“Hey.” He said softly. “How are you feeling?” “Worse.” She croaked, shivering despite the blanket wrapped around her. She stiffened, pulled away from him and stifled three sneezes towards the floor. “Gah.” She groaned, sniffling. “Why are you up?” He asked, looking down at her and putting It had been a while since she came down with anything, and Lincoln forgot how clingy she got when she was sick. “You’re still running a fever.” He sighed. “Go lie down.” She burst into tears. “You hate mbe.” She also got very emotional when she was running a fever. “Honey, you’re sick. You need to lie down, it’s not because I hate you.” She sniffled. “Oh.” “Go lie down.” He said softly, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll be there in a minute.” “Mby head feels like it’s goindg to explode.” She groaned. He stepped away from her and put a hand on the small of her back. “I’ll get you something for that. Go on the couch, we’ll put on a movie.”

She sniffled again, coughing as she trudged to the couch.

And so Lincoln cared for her for the next week - until he came down with it and it was her turn.

#okay so this is like legit 2908 words #i'm sorry #it's so long #but my last fic with them was so short #so I guess it evens out #OCs #sickfic #this got angsty too omg #this took 5 hours #there was like 2% editing on this when I finished #Idk what that means #but do what you will with that information #I really just threw out a number #what am I doing with my life #halp #the ending sucked #but most of mine do #so #Lincoln and Kelsey

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