especially considering the fact that i was trying to not make it too easy by not doing talking heads

Nalu

**warning: this was supposed to a cute quick post about Nalu but I ended up getting too deep on Natsu’s side of things woops ¯\_(ツ)_/¯*

If you ever have doubts that Natsu and Lucy love eachother in the more than a friend type of way just remember drunk Lucy gets all blushy and excited & has hearts all around her because she thought there were 2 Natsus

call me crazy but I’m pretty sure you don’t react like this to people that are just your “friends”

you don’t just get heart eyes for anyone aight like she’s so in love 

also I’m not even going to began to talk about those bedroom eyes she gives natsu from time to time but here’s a post on that: 
http://lucielhyung.tumblr.com/post/159011956395/get-a-significant-other

remember wayyy back when Levy and Juvia tease Lucy about liking Natsu and Lucy responds with:

then fast forward to now

like she’s not even denying that she’s head over heels for him  hello
I really feel like at this point for her she realizes that she does indeed love him 


As for Natsu, for someone that is super expressive and speaks his mind, he doesn’t really show the same signs Lucy does. He hardly gets embarrassed or flustered, has no problem getting super close to Lucy’s face, or even seeing her naked except in the chapter 438 when Lucy’s towel fell off lmao he was hella caught off guard
It’s obvious that he does have a soft spot for her but is it the “more than a friend” type of way? Of course I could dig up anytime he’s been super overprotective of her, when future Lucy died and he cried, when he tried to kiss her bc Asuka was wanted them too, or even the time that him and Lucy fought Kain which people like to think is when Natsu realized he “loved her.” 
but I’m only going to talk about 3 moments (realistically 1 which you’ll see but I thought the other 2 moments were kinda significant) in particular that make me believe that Natsu does see Lucy as much more than a friend:

When Natsu dug up a rainbow sakura tree for Lucy when she was sick

Ok so this moment isn’t necessarily me trying to prove Natsu was/is in love with Lucy especially since this was still in the early episodes and I’m one of the few that believes they barely even acknowledged their “feelings” once Natsu returns from his one year training mission after Tartaros 
but can we just talk about how ROMANTIC this was?? and they both didn’t even realize it? Natsu straight up dug up a huge ass tree, put it on a boat, and sent it Lucy’s way because she was too sick to see them herself. when will your otp that’s actually canon ever

Natsu letting Lucy wear his scarf

OkAYY also with this one I knowww it’s just a cover and not even in the actual story BUT I still think it’s important because Mashima put it there for a reason!!
Natus’s scarf, the thing his deceased father made him, the thing he treasures so much that he neverrr has it off even when he’s swimming, the thing both Lucy and Gray made sure to get back to him because they know how much it means to him, THE THING HAPPY CALLED LUCY A MEANIE FOR BECAUSE SHE ACCIDENTALLY TOOK IT OFF WHEN SHE WAS TRYING TO KICK HIM OUT OF HER BED and now she’s wearing it 
idk I feel like Mashima putting this is his way of showing us just how much their bond together has grown

When Natsu thought Lucy died

Alright so out of all the Nalu moments in the entire series I feel like this is the one where we truly see just how important Lucy is in Natsu’s life. Remember Zeref revealed that they were brothers and that if he were to die, then so would Natsu. Natsu was going to attack anyway until a crying Happy stopped him saying that he didn’t want him to die and Natsu basically agreed to temporarily retreat.
Fast forward to the moment Natsu thought Lucy was dead, he cries and then END is awakened. And the first thing he wants to do is finish off Zeref. 
Natsu KNOWS that if he kills Zeref, he will die as well but at this point he doesn’t care because he thinks Lucy is dead. But really think about this. Natsu, the person that is always telling people to not give up and more importantly to LIVE, too not DIE for your friends but to LIVE for them, was basically heading into a suicide mission. way to be a hypocrite natsu lol
“You can’t stop me anymore! No one can!” that line really got to me because I feel like it just shows how hurt he was. He really didn’t care about what would happen to him anymore, where not even Gray could reach him.
He didn’t want to live in a world where Lucy didn’t exist.

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No Strings (VI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,004

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

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Young Justice Batmom: Part 8

AN: It has been forever and a day since I last updated this. I love how it turned out and I’m happy this got voted number one! For those of you who don’t know I held a poll on twitter to decide which series update I should post to day and YJ Batmom won! Make sure to follow me on twitter for more polls, and previews! Click Here to go to my twitter!

This chapter is dedicated to @audreythetealovingcat she’s been working on some super top secret stuff for me, and It’ll be going live soon! Thank you again so much, you continue to astound me!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7


    You complete the obstacle course without throwing up, which in your book… is a win. Especially since you’d thrown up the last two times you’d done it. If your father could see you now he’d be screaming.

           Years of physical training had gone down the drain in the years since you’d left your father’s organization and married Bruce. You’d never thought you’d have to fight again, and yet … here you were.

           “You’re getting better.”

           You crack open an eye to stare at your son, he’s balancing on his hands, on top of a ball. For a minute, you consider the possibility of him being part seal. You dismiss this as you heave your upper body into a sitting position. “I’m too old for this stuff.”

           Dick cracks a grin, “You’re in your twenties.”

           You nod, “My point exactly. That, and the fact that my husband is a task master.”

           Your eyes slide over to your husband. He’s standing in the corner writing notes on a clipboard. He glances at you for a second before writing something else down. Then without looking at you he says, “You’re the one who wanted to get back in fighting shape. I told you I wouldn’t go easy on you, and compared to Ra’s, I’m a freaking walk in the park. Now then, let’s go again.”

           You stare at him, “I want a divorce.”

           Dick slumps onto your back, and wraps his arms around your neck, before asking, “I can live with you, right? And Alfred will come with us, right?”

           Bruce smiles at the two of you before dropping the clipboard and rushing both of you. It’s instinct that has you hopping to your feet. Dick’s legs wrap around your waist, and then you’re running.

           You’re at the disadvantage, and you know it. You’re out of shape, and carrying a thirteen-year-old boy on your back. It’s honestly amazing that you last as long as you do. Bruce takes both of you down while taking the brunt of the fall.

           The three of you collapse in a laughing heap and just lay there. Dick is sandwiched in-between the two of you when he laughs, “We should do this more often.”

           You sigh, “Some families do a game night.”

           Bruce and Dick look at each other for a minute before shaking their heads and saying, “Nah.”

           You roll your eyes and hop to your feet, “Well I am going to go take a shower.”

           Bruce sits up, “What are you talking about, you still have laps to do. You didn’t beat your obstacle course time.”

           You glare at him, “You want to go back to being a billionaire playboy, don’t you?”

           “If he knows what’s good for him, he won’t even entertain that thought.” Alfred says as he enters the gym. “I worked long and hard to put the idea of lifelong companionship in his mind, and I refuse to go back to bimbos walking around in his dress shirts.”

           You glance at your husband, “When the hell did that happen? We got together when we were twenty. After you’d been training for two years.”

           Bruce winces, “I was sixteen, and he was supposed to be gone for the entire weekend.”

           Alfred rolls his eyes, “Like I was going to be that stupid.”

           You stare at your husband, and he stares back, before he says, “How about I forget about the laps, and we stay married.”

           You smile, “Okay, but only for Alfred’s sake.” You lean down and kiss your husband, when you pull back you whisper in his ear, “And maybe a bit for my own as well.”

           He pulls you back down for another kiss, before whispering, “Do you want some company?”

           You glance over at Dick who’s on the parallel bars, “Well we certainly wouldn’t be missed.”

           You grin at each other when the alarm goes off. He growls and you frown. Dick dismounts and simply says, “Let’s go guys.”

    You and Dick head straight for the Mountain while Bruce changes into his gear. You don’t bother with the mask or changing. At this point, the secret’s out, and you could not care less. You watch your son spar with Kaldur, and you find the Artemis at your side a moment later.

    “Hi Mrs. Wayne.”

    You smile at the girl, “Hello, Artemis.”

    The archer smiles back, “Why do you look like you’ve spent the morning getting your butt kicked.”

    You sigh, “Because I live with bullies, and I am waaay out of practice.”

    Artemis chuckles and takes a seat next to you, “So it’s possible to lose the skills, then?”

    You shrug, “I wish that were the case. Instead it seems to be more along the lines of they’re in hibernation. Then I find myself pinned and they seem to wake up a little at a time, and then my body just moves.”

    “Self preservation wins out.”

    You nod, “It would seem so.”

    There’s a moment of silence before she asks, “So does this mean you’re joining the Team or the League?”

    You snort out a laugh, “Neither. I’m a reserve member. I only go if they need me.”

    “Do you have a costume?”

    Your eye twitches, “I don’t do tights.”

    She laughs as Bruce enters, and you follow the kids to the command center. By the end of the briefing your eye is twitching, and you’re radiating anger. No one seems willing to approach you, with the exception of Bruce, and even he seems hesitant.

    “Y/N,” He says slowly.

    “Don’t you dare try to keep me from going, Bruce Wayne.” He winces at the use of his name.

    He tries again, “Y/N…”

    “I hate that damn clown, I hate him with everything I have. He needs to be put down, and I don’t want my kids near him.” Bruce stares at you, and your eyes narrow, “What?”

    “Two things. One we don’t kill, and two when did we get ‘kids’? Last time I checked we had a kid. Singular, not plural.”

    You roll your eyes, “The minute I became den mother those kids became ours. I’ve already dealt with the Joker hurting Dick once, I refuse to see it happen again.”

    “He knows the risk. We all do.”

    “He’s thirteen Bruce.”

    “And what could you do at thirteen?”

    “That’s a different situation.”

    “How?”

    “I was raised by an immortal psychopath who thought it was fun to pit his children against each other.”

    Bruce hesitates for a minute, “What would you suggest?”

    “Send two of the League with them, and I can help the League.”

    Bruce stares at you, “You’ve only been training for …”

    “My whole life Bruce. I’ve been training for my entire life. I’m rusty, I won’t deny that, but I can help take down some plants.”

    He stares at you in contemplation, before sighing. Then he lifts his finger to his earpiece and says, “There’s been a change of plans, Hell Cat and I are going with the Team.” There’s a moment of silence before he barks back, “Of course I’m sure. I’d be next to useless against giant plants. Batman out.”

    You smile at him before leaning in to kiss him, “I’ll go suit up.”

    Dick is less thrilled than you are by the news. “I can’t believe my parents are going on a mission with me! I’m thirteen, I don’t need a babysitter.

    You scoff from your seat in the bio ship, “Richard Grayson, get your temper tantrum under control now, or you can wait in the ship.”

    His head turns to stare at you with the use of his full name, “MOM!”

    You raise an eyebrow, and stare back before he relents and slumps into his seat, “Let’s get one thing straight. The minute I became den mother you all became my kids. This mission is an active fight against high level villains, and I’ll be damned if I let some stupid clown hurt my kids.”

    The kids turn to face you, a bit surprised by your declaration, but no one protests. There’s several moments of silence before Bruce says, “Looks like your days of being an only child are over kid.” There’s a stunned silence before the ship bursts out in laughter.

    The mission is hard, and by the end you want nothing to do with swamps, bugs, or plants ever again. In fact, you’re even considering sabotaging Alfred’s ficus. But you consider it worth it to see Bruce punch out the clown, especially after he went after your baby with a knife.

    “Wow those mosquitos really did a number on you.” Artemis smirks.

    You try to resist the urge to scratch one of the numerous bites on your skin, “Yeah, I can’t leave the house without being doused in bug spray during the summer. Mosquitoes flock to me.”

    “You need a better suit.”

    “Oh, I have ideas for that!” M’Gann calls from the other side of the room. And before you know it the rest of the kids are all pitching in their ideas, before Kaldur says loudly, “Perhaps we should let our mother have some say.”

    You blink owlishly for a moment before, M’Gann says, “Well, Mom?”

    Artemis nudges you with her elbow, “Aunt Y/N?”

    Wally and Dick grin at you, and then Conner too asks, “Mom?”

    You glance at Bruce over their heads and he smiles at you. Smiling you open your arms and say, “We’ll talk about it later. For now, group hug!”

    Then you’re surrounded by your kids. You glance at Dick who’s hanging off your back, and he simply smiles and says, “I guess we’re one big happy family now.”

    You smile and say, “You’re still my baby.”

    He just groans.

anonymous asked:

RFA+V+Saeran meet MC before the party while she is a coffee barista? Maybe she recognizes them and leaves them a little note or something :3 ~ I love your headcanons btw. Also your english is totally fine. Have a nice day ;)

Oh, thank you! Okay, maybe this is silly, but this request made me feel really touched. And I’ll explain why, I remember when I joined tumblr and started reading mm headcanons, I saw a request just like this and it was soooooo good, so freaking cute! I decided I could try to write hcs too and started this humble blog. I never found that headcanon or that blog again, tho :(

So it was so hard to do this, because I kept thinking about that hc, how good it was, and how mine could never get that good. (never compare your writing, children, it’s an endless road of insecurity and self sabotage) But I think in the end these are cute? Hope you like it!


RFA + Saeran and V meeting a barista MC

Zen

  • He thought about getting some coffee before a morning rehearsal
  • And there’s this coffee shop on his way to work. Perfect!
  • He walks in and you immediately look at him. No… Zen? H-here? Did he find you? No, he couldn’t, your profile pic is not that good and…
  • “Uhm… excuse me? Lady?” he tries to get your attention, you’re taken aback. He chuckles, yes, this is a normal reaction for women when they see him.
  • Then you proceed to take his order and you keep glancing at him. Well, he’s used to it, but this barista is really cute…
  • “I really liked ‘Promiscuous Jalapeno’” you say and smile cheerfully. “Oh… so you’re a fan? Thank you!”
  • “Yes! Can I get an autograph, please?” oh, usually his fans ask for pictures with him… You’re really different, ain’t you?
  • “What’s your name?” “Hum… you don’t need to put my name, just write… ‘With love, Zen.’” He blushes a little, what’s with him? He does this all the time.
  • “Here you go, sweetie.” He hands you the napkin he wrote the autograph and you hand him his order. “I can’t wait for your next musical!” you say as he gets out of the shop, he turns and smiles.
  • He’s smiling to himself, what an interesting girl… no, forget about her, what about MC?
  • Then he sees the little note on it: “I couldn’t ask for a photo now, I would rather do at the party when we’re alone. With love, MC.”
  • He wants to go back, but he’s pretty late for work. Oh well… guess he will have to drop by again tomorrow, and the next day too, and the next…

Yoosung

  • He was on his way to college and needed some caffeine after putting an all nighter playing LOLOL.
  • You see those violet eyes and immediately smile. Oh my god… what are the chances? Hum, this should be fun…
  • You get his order and keep smiling the whole time. Okay, he knows the people who work here are usually nice, but you are on a whole another level.
  • Or maybe there is something in his face? Oh no… so embarrassing! He looks like a fool in front of such a cute girl…
  • “I couldn’t help but notice, is this a LOLOL bottom in your hoodie?” “Wh-what? Oh… yes! Yes, it is!” Oh, there’s nothing wrong with his face, thank god.
  • “Do you… do you like LOLOL?” “Oh yeah, I’m ranked #12 in the shooting star server.” “WHOA, SERIOUSLY? I… play there too.” “Cool, are you having problems with that Superman Yoosung too? I gotta say, that guy is good!” OH. MY. GOD!
  • “Yeah…” he just chuckles, he doesn’t know what to say, he wants to yell “It’s me! It’s me!” but he’s too embarrassed.
  • You also want to yell “It’s me!” but it would ruin the fun, so you just hand his order and tell him “Good luck with LOLOL!” he’s so flustered he just waves to you as he walks away.
  • Wow, you’re amazing! And so cute… wait! He shouldn’t be thinking like this, he’s already talking to MC in the chat room… oh, but she’s probably into Zen anyway…
  • He’s on the bus stop when he sees the note: “LOLOL is fun, but I hope this helps you focus on your studies. Go get’em, Superman Yoosung! ~MC”
  • He immediately pops in the chat room: “Oh my god, MC! Why didn’t you say anything?” “Meh, it wouldn’t be that fun, right? I like your hoodie, by the way.” You bet he needs that coffee to focus after that…

Jaehee

  • She drops by this cute coffee shop on her way to C & R. Well, this wouldn’t take long and… tbh, she’s not that worried with C & R as she used to be…
  • She admires the decoration in the place, and finds this smiley barista staring at her.
  • You want to greet her and tell her who you are, but nah… her face when she recognizes you in the RFA party will be really cute to watch.
  • “Did you like the decoration, miss?” “Yes, everything here is so cozy! Your boss have a good taste!”
  • “She does, it’s a shame she’s selling this place…” “Oh, she is?” you can only imagine all the thoughts she’s having right now, considering your last conversations in the chat room and can’t hold back a chuckle, which she thinks a little… odd.
  • She watches with attention as you prepare her coffee, you notice and explain to her the grounds you used, the techniques, she’s extremely interested.
  • “Here you go, miss.” “Thank you! Oh… I should get something to Mr. Han too…” Yes… she almost forgot about Jumin…
  • You hand hers and Jumin’s coffee. “Have a good day at work, miss!” you smile,oh… what a weird familiar sensation.
  • Yes, there’s something about you that’s really familiar… almost like… MC? No… it can’t be, you would have say something if it was you, right?
  • “Assistant Kang, why does my coffee says ‘go easy on Jaehee, okay?’?” she looks puzzled, than she notices hers has a little note too: “I bet your coffee tastes better, but enjoy this! I’m always rooting for you! ~MC”
  • She smiles for the rest of the day, so many thoughts running in her mind… especially that little fact you shared about the coffee shop being up for sale…

Jumin

  • He’s there to prove a point, okay? Zen teased him about always making Jaehee doing the simplest tasks for him, he probably couldn’t even get a coffee by himself!
  • Well, challenge accepted! But as he steps into the coffee shop, he regrets it. How… how does this even work? Do they come to you or…?
  • You can’t believe what your eyes are seeing. Is that man over there Jumin Han? Well, judging from his fancy clothes and completely lost, yet very stoic expression, it can only be him!
  • “Sir?” you go to him, “can I help you?”  “Yes, I would like to…” “Oh, follow me to the balcony, please.” Hum, so that’s how it works, he has to go to you… still, how considerate of you to go to him…
  • “What do you recommend?” you tell him and he asks for that, you smile and he feels… really amused.
  • When you hand him his order, you notice he’s uncomfortable, as if he wants to say something. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”
  • “Yes, I… I need to take a picture, but my photos keep getting blurred, can you take it for me?” Jesus Christ, you want to hug this man! Control yourself, MC!
  • “Of course” he hands you his phone and you take a picture of him holding his order, hoping he doesn’t notice your little note.
  • And he doesn’t, as he thanks you and walks away leaving a veeery generous tip to you, you’re not sure if he’s paying that much because of your extra service or because he has no idea how much he should pay.
  • He notices the note when he’s in his car: “I hope you’ll let me take a lot more pictures of you, maybe of us? ~MC” he chuckles and suddenly feels really hot.
  • “Driver Kim, make sure to stop by this shop every morning from now on.”

Saeyoung

  • He knows where you work, and he really wanted to see you. He was worried after the hacker attacked the chat room.
  • He doesn’t share selfies of him in the chat room, so he should be fine.
  • As soon as he walks in, his phone rings. Shit, it’s Vanderwood! Did them already notice he went out of his house?
  • You listen to this voice and turn your head to see this cute red haired guy with colorful glasses. Oh my… could It be…? Yes, that’s definitely his voice!
  • “Hi! Do you have Dr. Pepper here?” yep, it’s definitely him, and he’s definitely teasing you. Oh well, let the games begin!
  • “We do not, sorry. But we have this new latte with honey. Do you like honey?” As in Honey Budha Chips? Sure… wait!
  • He’s staring at you. Do you…? No, how could you know? He’s pretty sure he never sent any photo of him in the chat room.
  • He’s feeling a little embarrassed at the way you look at him, oh shit! This was a bad idea, wasn’t it? Yeah, he shouldn’t feel like this when you look at him.
  • “Can I get a name for the order?” “Uhm… Tom.” “What a cool friendly name!” you tell him and smile innocently. “Here you go, Tom!” Oh… maybe you don’t know it’s him after all.
  • Well, that was close… and he thought he would feel better and able to focus if he saw you like that? Well, bad bad mistake, 707…
  • At least you didn’t know it was him, and… wait… “I know you’re worried, but I’m fine, as you saw for yourself. Now go back to defend justice, God Seven! ~606”
  • He should feel worried that you actually recognized him, but right now… all he can do is smile.

Saeran

  • He knows where you work, he just wanted to make sure his target is behaving and not doing anything stupid that could ruin his plans
  • Oh, and they serve sorbet here, cool!
  • You spot this weird guy with this grumpy expression… where do you know him from? Think, MC, think!
  • Ugh… it’s so frustrating seeing such a familiar face and not being able to tell why.
  • “Cool tattoo.” You tell him as you make his order. He just nods. That tattoo… you saw it before!
  • He notices you keep staring curiously at him. What could you possibly be thinking?
  • Oh, the tattoo! This eye… yes! It was in that weird email Jaehee was talking about in the chat room. Mint Eye or… something like this…
  • Shit! He knew sending that picture when he was trying to convince you he was not a creepy was a bad idea. But he thought he was so well disguised… or maybe he underestimated you…
  • Call it intuition, 6th sense, whatever… you just knew! This guy was Unknown!
  • You weren’t afraid, he wouldn’t do anything with all these people around, and he should know you aren’t scared of him.
  • So you calmly hand his order and tell him to have a nice day. Okay… that was just a weird vibe, you probably didn’t suspect a thing.
  • Then he saw the note as he got into his car. “Why did you never text me back? Are you afraid? You should be… ~MC”
  • He couldn’t tell what he was feeling. It should be anger, but for some reason, he wasn’t angry, he was amused… You were very cute thinking you could threat him like that.
  • He grins, yes, he is definitely making you pay for defying him like this when he takes you to paradise.

V

  • He stopped by this cozy coffee shop before going to the airport.
  • Seven told him where you worked, but he genuinely didn’t remember. Yes, so much was going on, and he was so worried for you staying in that apartment, your job was just a detail he completely forgot.
  • Of course you noticed this really handsome customer with blue hair. How could you not notice?
  • But he looked familiar… this blue hair… so unique and beautiful… where have you seen it before?
  • V? Well, you couldn’t see much from his profile pic, but yes… it looked like this guy standing in front of you, waiting for you to take his order…
  • He smiles softly as you apologize for spacing out. He even asks if you’re feeling well… yes, it’s him! You’re pretty sure!
  • “Cool camera! Is that a Nikon D5300?” you’ve been studying to exchange emails with his friend Rui, you really want him at the party since he’s V’s friend. “Yes, it is! Do you like photography?”
  • “ I do!” “Well, I just take pictures as a hobby.” Modest son of a bitch… “If you’re interested, you should check Rui’s work, he’s really good.”
  • “I hear that V guy is pretty good too. Have you heard about him?” Wow, you were cute… he couldn’t hold back his arousal from you saying you liked his work.
  • “I’m pretty sure he would like to take pictures of you, you would be a perfect model!” you blush, oh shit! You thought you were in the control here? Bless your soul…
  • You hand his order and watch him walk away, almost regretting for your silly note.
  • That he only sees when he’s about to catch the plane: “You shouldn’t be so modest, I bet you can make even me look good in a photo. ~MC”
  • He laughs softly, yes, he’s been so worried he almost forgot how sweet the new RFA member is.
  • Now he can’t wait for the party, maybe everything will be solved until then and he’ll be able to talk to you… and take lots of photos of you.

momiji-the-bunny  asked:

Can you do the reactions of the RFA + V to MC having a major panic attack? Sorry if it's of any bother, I've just been having a lot of panic attacks as of late and think this would help immensely. Thanks in advance!

(๑ˊ▵ॢˋ̥๑) Take care of yourself, dear! Panic attacks are hard. At my old job I used to struggle with them constantly, so I know how it is. Just be sure to breathe and do what is best for you, and don’t be afraid to ask for help!


Zen

- It was really uncomfortable being with him in public at times.

- Mostly it was dates, but occasionally when you went to go see his plays, his fans were a bit troublesome

- Some knew you, others didn’t, and even if they didn’t even interact with you much, you still felt yourself on high alert and struggling to enjoy his plays

- He was a great actor! But it was just so damn difficult sometimes.

- But you Refused to break down in public. So you barely managed to keep yourself together- Shaking, nails digging into your skin, nerves ready to scream if some one so much as looked at you funny

- It was easy to tell you didn’t feel that great, but you kept the ruse up enough that people didn’t question it.

- When he took you back to his apartment however, that’s when it all just crashed down

- Tears flooded your eyes and you shook violently, wanting to curse at yourself for not being able to at least make it into the bathroom before you broke

- Zen fucking Panicked. He was on you in a flash, carefully holding your arms and keeping you standing

- “Babe? Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

- You couldn’t talk, you felt like your chest was on fire. Instead you just gripped his arms back as strongly as you could muster, but it was still a weak grip.

- He followed you onto the floor, gently pulling you too him as you struggled to breathe, tears soaking his shirt.

- “Shh, babe, I’m right here, I’m right here. Just…Let it out, cry for a bit, and then you can tell me what’s wrong, okay? You’re not hurting right?”

- Your chest was screaming, but you shook your head no.

- It took a while for you to be able to talk right. When you could finally speak, your voice came out almost cracked

- “I’m, I’m sorry. Panic attack.”

- He just nodded, and rocked you back and forth a bit.

- He’d want you to eventually tell him what caused it, so he could help you more in the future, but right now he just wanted to calm you down.

Yoosung

- He looked up to you so much, putting this lovable but nearly impossible weight on your shoulders

- He loved you. He was trying his damn best not to compare you to Rika, but the weight still held you down.

- One night a guest rejected your email, and you felt ashamed. I mean, the stuff they asked should had been easy for you to answer! But you managed to fuck it all up, like normal.

- You debated on how to react. Your whole mind was screaming against you, telling you to throw your phone and scream, but your body was as still as stone.

- You saw Yoosung peer over at you, and then frown as you didn’t respond to his wave

- God, he was just going to berate you. Get that sad little smile as you search his eyes for the words he won’t push out

- “Almost like Rika, but not enough. Shame.”

- Tears prickled at your eyes, and Yoosung immediately was kneeling down to look you in the eyes, your body refusing to move from your position on his bed

- “Hey, mc? Can you hear me? Are you okay?”

- You could only close your eyes, tears rolling down your cheeks. You weren’t ready for this, you weren’t ready to face the fact that you weren’t good enough for someone again

- But those words never left his mouth

- Instead he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back and holding you as tightly as he could without hurting you

- He let your tears fall, just offering a few shhs as you tried to talk. But he never said anything negative. Nothing.

- He refused to compare you to her ever again. Especially if just the idea of him doing so set you like this

- Once you could move, once you could talk without it being a stuttering mess, he would calmly ask you what happened. Did someone get hurt? Were you hurt?

- When you showed him the email, he scoffed and just kissed your forehead

- “Mc, it’s fine. One guest reject won’t harm us. Even if just one person came, we would consider that an amazing outcome, okay?”

- You nodded, unsure of the validity of his words, but you decided to take what you could get

- He continued to baby you a bit that day, and even though you felt a bit embarrassed, it felt so comforting to know you were loved.

Jumin

- Every party you went to with him you managed to mess up.

- Stuttering constantly. Stepping on someone’s dress. Botching the pronunciation of a weird menu item.

- They never laughed outloud, or complained, but you could feel the white hot stares they bore into you, crawling up your spine, stabbing each of your ribs.

- You had your panic medication, but you refused to take that in front of any one. You needed to prove to yourself you could last just one dinner. Just one, god please just one

- And you were so far

- Until you spilled red wine all over the white tablecloth.

- The other woman let out a yelp, trying to stop her dress from being stained. She saved hers, while your dress took the brunt of it. The men didn’t offer much of a reaction, Jumin acting quickly and waving a waiter over before the wine could ruin too much,

- But you couldn’t breathe. Those familiar awful feelings were springing up on you, and. And did that man just make fun of you? But it was just- You just couldn’t-

- “I have to go to the restroom.” You sprang out of your seat and booked it.

- It wasn’t far off, but you dashed like someone was about to murder you. You slammed into the woman’s room, shakily shoving your purse on the counter as your hands searched for your meds

- Just two. Two would be enough. You had a few sips of wine, the wine would react to it, and your meds would speed up faster than they normally do.

- But suddenly someone else came in, and you were shaking so harshly your pill bottle was rattling.

- “Mc? Are you alright?”

- Jumin’s hands were on yours in an instant, stopping the pills from moving, holding your hands tight. You tried stumbling out a sentence. He couldn’t be in here, this was-

- “Shh. You were unwell. It’s fine, nothing bad will happen.”

- He takes the bottle from your hands and you want to scream as he reads the label. 

- But, he just pops out two of the pills for you, holds them to your mouth.

- You numbly open your lips, allowing him to place the pills in your mouth. If this was any other moment, you’d feel shame and slap his hand away, but you needed these so badly, and you couldn’t stop shaking

- His worried expression softened when you took them, rubbing them against the bottom of your tongue. After placing the cap back on the bottle, he shoved it in your purse before pulling you tight against him.

- “I know you feel bad about these accidents, but trust me, mc, I’ve seen much worse. No one is judging you. They’ve been in your shoes before.”

- God, you just wanted to melt against him, to just sob out your stress, but you couldn’t. Not right here, even as your eyes watered, not right here

- He kissed your forehead, calling Driver Kim to come pick the both of you up. You tried to stop him, but he shook his head curtly. This wasn’t going to be discussed.

- Once the two fo you went home, he pulled you into bed with him, tucking the covers around any free side of you and holding you tight. He knew you loved cuddling, and if it helped, he would cuddle you all night

Jaehee

- A loud crash shattered against the cafe, you instantly dropping the plastic platter to cover your face

- This was the fourth time this month you had ruined a few cups. This time you even managed a saucer.

- You didn’t want to remove your hands. You could hear snickering, you knew you could, and you could feel your eyes well up

- They couldn’t see you like this

- But you couldn’t move

- You numbly heard Jaehee’s voice for a bit, sounding over the ringing through your head, through your ears, and you blankly followed as an arm wrapped around your shoulders, bringing you away from the mess

- After walking for a bit, calm but firm hands pulled yours away from your face

- Jaehee’s soft and worried face came into view, and as she saw the tears streaking your cheeks she instantly brought a tissue to your face, dabbing carefully

- “I-I-I’m so sorryIjustcouldn’t-”

-” Shhhh, shh shh, mc. It’s alright. It’s okay. Those were very cheap cups, don’t worry.”

- “B-but-”

- “Shush.” It was firm, but quiet. She sat you down at the table in the back room were the two of you were, silently getting a cup of hot water and a tea bag.

- She sat in front of you, steeping the tea a bit, then adding honey before sliding it closer to you.

- “It’s hot, but drink it. It’ll calm you down.”

- You shakily reached for it, almost wanting to dump the whole thing on you because you felt as though you deserved it. but…That’d just be another mess for Jaehee.”

- She watched you drink it, placing her hand over your free one when you could hold the cup with just one hand. Her thumb rhythmically rubbed a circle on the back of your hand, and she even started humming a bit.

- Soon, the quiet but warm setting of the room calmed your thumping heart, and you were able to breathe normally.

- When you finished the tea, she sat up and cupped your face in both hands, kissing your lips.

- “I love you, mc.”

- “I love you too.”

Seven

- Admittedly, you were so scared the moment he mentioned all the people that could come after him.

- At first you dismissed it, then you tried too later when the ‘hacker’ ordeal was over, but it kicked into full swing one night when the security system went off one day.

- It was all fine, just the system freaking out over a toy that had started up at 4 am rather than at 4 pm. Nothing that he couldn’t fix

- But you were on the floor of the bedroom by the time he came back from checking on it- Choking on your sobs as you held your knees to your chest

- He instantly dropped to the floor, sliding over to you and grabbing your cheeks, trying to get you to look at him.

- “Hey, hey, Mc, oh god, are you hurt? Are you okay?”

- “S-S-Someones after you-”

- “No, no honey, no they’re not, It was just a toy, I promise, I checked everything, It was just a toy.”

- “bb-bbut-”

- “No no, shhh, shh, oh god I’m so sorry.”

- He held you to him, rocking you back and forth as he repeatedly told you step by step of what had happened. Explaining all the little details he did to absolutely make sure no one was after him.

- After ten minutes like this, your death-like grip on his shirt loosened, and he pulled back a bit.

- You were breathing almost normally, tears dripping slower, and he just kissed them all away.

- It was difficult, but he managed to pull you up and get you back onto the bed, where he instantly wrapped the both of you up tightly in the big fluffy blanket he had.

- He spent the night muttering loving things to you until you could fall asleep, so happy to be able to calm you down that much.

V

- V was one of the calmest people you had met

- He was so sweet, so caring, so soft spoken

- But one day you accidentally knocked over a plant of his- Completely ruining it and it’s pot.

- The both of you bent down to clean the shards up, but with a hiss he accidentally had cut his hand

- At the sight of blood you lost it

- You managed to hurt him, just like Rika had

- You managed to cause him pain, something you never ever wanted to do in your life time

- He didn’t deserve it anymore, he didn’t

- It took you a while to focus back on reality. Honestly, just thirty seconds, but you felt trapped in your mind for much longer than that.

- With his free hand he cupped your cheek, pressing his thumb against your lips

- “Shh, you didn’t hurt me. It was an accident. When she did it, it wasn’t an accident.”

- Oh god you were talking outloud. Oh my god. You started shaking, but he hushed you again.

- “Mc, shh. Focus, focus. There’s a towel in the kitchen. Get that for me, please.”

- You scrambled to your legs, nearly knocking oer a kitchen chair as you grabbed the towel.

- The whole time he dabbed at his hand, you felt your head point and static ring in your ears- And you swore you could feel static rubbing against your brain.

- His lips were moving,and it was so damn hard for you to focus at first

- “Mc? Look, it’s a very small cut, not deep at all. It won’t even leave a scar, okay?”

- Once the blood was wiped off, it…It really did look small.

- You started breathing a bit easier, your breath hitching a bit, as he pushed the broken pieces of the pot aside and carefully led you to the couch

- He held you against him, peppering your forehead and head with kisses, repeating over and over how it was just an accident.

- It would take a while for you to calm down, but when you did, he gave you such a warm, sweet, small smile

- “Mc, you are the greatest person to ever grace me. I promise, you could never hurt me like that. I love you, okay?”

- “Okay.”

Saeran

- You woke up already in a panic, lingering memories running down your spine

- You already couldn’t breathe. You were trying to suck in enough air but it wasn’t helping

- With constantly shaking hands, you reached out to Saeran, who was laying on his back and deep asleep

- You shook him, one…Two…Three times. He didn’t wake up yet, and you were freaking out so bad you had already started crying

- You gave him a harsher shake, and he groaned and finally blinked a bit. Rubbing his eye he turned to look at you, then froze.

- “I-I I can’t think right I can’t stop shaaking-”

- Without any prompting, he instantly pulled you to him, burying your face in his chest as he just wrapped his arms around you.

- He held your head against him, just trying to make you feel safer and stop shaking. It took a while, but eventually your body stopped trembling so harshly

- “Mc, what happened?”

- “B-Bad dream. Bad bad dream.”

- He didn’t laugh, he didn’t make fun of you. He kissed your head and started rubbing your back, repeating “You’re okay” over and over, until his warmth and voice was all you could focus on.

- He didn’t stop until he knew you were asleep. He pulled away a bit, situating the two of you into a much comfortable position, before kissing your head and going back to sleep with you firmly in his arms.

Dream of Me (Padawan!Reader x Master!Obi-Wan Kenobi)

A lot of y’all have requested an imagine like this, so I hope you enjoy! Have a good Valentine’s! Just as a warning, here be smut!

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You hadn’t started out as Obi-Wan’s padawan. For the first ten years or so of your training, you’d been under Master J’Org. But after you turned 18, your beloved master died, leaving you only partly trained and devastated. Your friend, Obi-Wan, though, put a stop to this.

He’d lost his master, too, and was there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on or some friendly advice. He helped you to be strong, and therefore the council thought that he would be a good candidate for finishing your training. His padawan, Anakin Skywalker, had recently become a knight, so he was able to take a new apprentice on at any time. He was kind enough to choose you.

That was two years ago. Now, the two of you had become even closer friends, and, if you were being honest, your feelings for him were beginning to grow even stronger than that. He was so kind and handsome, and you were so lucky to be learning from him. It would be easy for anyone to fall in love with him, and you were no exception.

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come alive with every touch

Originally posted by teamsebstan

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female Reader
Rating: T - no real warnings.
Summary: You and Sebastian met a few months ago while he had a break between movies. Since then, you’ve grown close, and you decide to surprise him on location in Atlanta.
Author’s Note: Hi, hello. I’ve never posted RPF on this blog, but I had a request to write something for Sebastian Stan. General disclaimer: I don’t know Sebastian, or any of the people in his life. Any similarities are coincidental, and there’s no disrespect intended to anyone involved.

You’re nervous, to say the least. It’s a little crazy, what you’re doing, but you didn’t let yourself start second guessing.

The last time you Skyped with Sebastian, he looked and sounded so tired. Not just physically, but you could see it written all over his face. He’s running on fumes.

He loves his job. He’s told you as much, but you can tell it gets to him sometimes - the long hours and days that seem to bleed together. Your heart goes out to him, because if he’s feeling half as anxious as you are about your job, he’s probably teetering on the edge.

You’re in the back of a cab on the way to the location for his latest film, though he doesn’t know that. You were only able to get the info from his manager, whose details you had to hunt down online. You felt like a stalker, but it was all finally worked out. Turns out Sebastian had mentioned you enough that his manager knew who you were, and she helped you plan the whole thing.

Smiling to yourself, you hope he’s happy to see you. You haven’t seen each other in person in six months.

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pale-silver-comb  asked:

♥ "Don't go", Sterek.

For you, my dear, I had planned to write some bottom Derek smut, but all my ideas for this had feelings all over them. So I wrote them all instead of picking one. I hope you enjoy it!

Four times Stiles and Derek say “Don’t go,” and two times they are exactly where they want to be (for @pale-silver-comb)


Derek’s voice is sleep roughened but edged with a practiced concerned awareness, gained from too many late night emergency phone calls, “Stiles? What’s wro-”

“Derek!” Sites interrupts with his usual exuberance, tinged with the softened slur of unaccustomed drunkenness, and Derek relaxes marginally as Stiles continues. “How are you man? I haven’ seen you in like- wha’ time izzit?” Stiles whips his phone away from his ear to check the time, but he’s too intoxicated to fight his own momentum and ends up twirling after the arc of his arm, stumbling. He barely manages to catch himself before he falls to the ground, but Derek is on his feet and getting dressed as soon as he hears the muttered “Oh, shit.”

Before he can yell for the human, he hears an honest to god giggle through the tiny speaker, and he relaxes ever so slightly. He can hear the indistinct baseline of something irritating and popular distantly playing in the background, the sound of the wind a low whistle through the phone line, and Stiles, laughing.

“Stiles, where are you?” Derek is grabbing his keys and toeing on shoes as he prepares to collect the human before he can get into trouble. Beacon Hills is relatively safe, if you don’t count the supernatural threats, but a good looking and clearly intoxicated seventeen year old shouldn’t be out wanting the streets at one thirty in the morning.

“I wuzzat a party with Scott. But he left with this girl, an’ he said I shouldn’ stay long, but he was ‘sposed to be my ride, and Der’k, I’m drunk,” he finishes seriously. “I’m drunk, an’ I can’t call my dad, and you’re like, my bes’ friend, an’ your car is awesome, an’ i-“

Derek is caught off guard by the sincerity in Stiles’ voice, but he focuses on the rising panic and cuts him off with a gentle, “Hey, just tell me where you are, I’ll be right there.”

Stiles slurs through his location, and Derek is relieved to hear it’s only a few minutes away. He keeps Stiles talking as he speeds to close the distance faster, and the wave of pure relief that washes over him at the sight of Stiles slumped against a lamppost is like an electric shock.

Stiles pours himself into the passenger seat with more grace than he usually possesses and flashes Derek a grateful smile. He’s more tired and regretful drunk than boisterous drunk now, and he lets his head rest heavily against the seat as Derek drives at a much slower speed toward the Stilinski house.

“Thank you for coming to get me, Der,” Stiles’ voice is clearer, but small sounding, his words not quite their usual crispness. “I’m glad it’s you, because I don’t have to worry about not saying how burning hot Derek is, or how I want him to push me up against a wall and kiss me, because you’re not him, and, oh fuck! You’re you!” he says accusingly, as if Derek had forgotten who he was talking to, and not the other way around.

Derek can feel the hot blush color his ears and flash down his neck at the image Stiles paints with his accidental confession.

“Stiles,” he begins, gently, but Stiles doesn’t let him finish.

“Derek, can we please blame the alcohol and forget that pretty much this whole night happened?”

Derek considers it. Stiles is clearly embarrassed, his scent gone sour and his heartbeat unsteady. It would be easy to ignore it, he’s had plenty of practice ignoring his feelings. But if Stiles wants him, and he doesn’t have to pretend he doesn’t want him back- why should he? “What if I don’t want to?”

Stiles gasps, and it sends a shiver down Derek’s spine. “You- what?”

“We’ll talk when you’re-recovered. Alright?”

“Yeah, sure,” Stiles doesn’t sound convinced

After a brief internal argument, Derek reaches over and takes hold of Stiles’ hand and gives a reassuring squeeze. He’s immeasurably gratified when Stiles sighs happily and the tension melts out of him, his scent spiking sharply with contentment, fingers wriggling slightly to settle between Derek’s. Derek can hardly suppress the echoing sigh from his own chest.

Stiles careens back to drunken rambling quick enough to make Derek’s head spin, but since Stiles is now using their clasped hands to gesture as he speaks, he lets a fond smile curl his lips as a steady stream of mostly nonsense tumbles from Stiles’ lips.

As they reach the Stilinski house, Stiles speech has slowed and gone heavy with sleep, Derek tries and fails to not find it endearing, especially in combination with the lazy drag of Stiles’ thumb along the back of his hand. Derek opens the passenger door to assist Stiles in exiting the car, both of them making small surprised sounds when Stiles stumbles and crashes into Derek’s chest. Derek steps back reluctantly, draping Stiles’ arm over his shoulders and holding his waist. Stiles leans heavily against him, murmurs things like “You’re so strong,” and “All that scruff and you’re so soft under the grrr,” as he draws a finger along Derek’s jaw and stares through barely opened eyes gone hazy with sleep and liquor.

Derek manages to get Stiles upstairs and into his bedroom, settles him on the bed and kneels to remove his shoes. Stiles groans above him and something that sounds an awful lot like “Not fair you’re on your knees and I’m too wasted…” and Derek can feel the rush of blood through his entire body as he catches the meaning. By the time Derek is done with Stiles’ shoes, Stiles is flailing above him, half trapped in the sleeves of his shirt. Derek is torn between watching him struggle and helping him, but the strained, frustrated sound Stiles makes pushes him to help. He very pointedly does not look when the overshirt catches his t-shirt, lifting it to reveal a tantalizing strip of creamy pale skin and a hint of hair leading into the waistband of Stiles’ jeans.

As Stiles falls back into the bed, Derek helps to guide him onto the pillow, wrestles the covers from under him and tucks them gently around the sprawling form of Stiles’ body. He can’t help but smooth Stiles’ hair away from his forehead, the gesture hopelessly fond, and Derek is fairly certain he’s never done it so easily before.

Derek turns to leave the room, return to his own bed to try to sleep, knowing the clock will mock him and that all he’ll be able to do is hear Stiles’ drunken declarations on repeat in his head. As he makes to step away from the bed, his feet gone heavy and uncooperative with reluctance, he feels the brush of clumsy fingers at his wrist, wrapping around it in a loose grasp and sending a pleasant tingle through Derek’s arm, settling warmly in his belly.

Stiles’ voice is sleep soft, but steady, the words cutting through Derek painfully, “Don’t go. Please? I don’t want to be alone, I’m always- please. Don’t go.”

In the face of Stiles’ plea, Derek finds himself not only powerless, but having absolutely zero desire to turn back toward the door. The relieved whimper that Stiles releases as Derek drops gently onto the edge of the bed and turns his hand so their palms meet, threading their fingers back together, is like a punch and an embrace all at once.

They wake in the morning wrapped around each other, and it’s shockingly easy to smile at each other as they untangle their twined limbs.

********

When Derek is visiting Cora, his phone rings, and he smiles at the ridiculous picture Stiles set as his profile. “Hey, you,” he answers fondly, voice going soft and light like it always did now that he and Stiles were DerekandStiles. It quickly bleeds into panic tinged concern at the hitch in Stiles’ breath; the realization that Stiles has been fighting tears, has a reason to be, is a painful weight in Derek’s chest. “What’s wrong, Stiles. What is it?” His urgency is a palpable thing, an uncomfortable sizzle under his skin.

Stiles releases a shuddering breath, “God, I will never not appreciate how the sound of your voice makes everything feel better.” Derek’s worry is ameliorated slightly by the knowledge that he’s a comfort for the hyperactive human he calls his mate.

“I’m glad to hear that, babe, but what’s going on?”

“You’re going to hate it,” Stiles is hesitant, his voice is tinged with uncertainty, and Derek wishes he were there to wrap his arms around Stiles, to hold him and reassure. He makes an affirmative, encouraging sound, “Try me,” he says with more enthusiasm than he feels.

“So, there’s this… thing. Some kind of monster. We haven’t figured it out yet…” Stiles goes on, details a truly horrible plan, one that relies heavily on Scott’s frankly laughable leadership and Stiles as some kind of glorified bait. It’s a shit plan, and Derek does in fact hate it. Hates it so much he’s growling, actually, and it takes Stiles’ pleading “Der, please,” to break him out of it, to wash the red tinge from his vision.

All Derek can do is choke out a pained “Don’t go!” He knows it’s desperate and can’t bring himself to care, “Stiles, please. Please don’t go. This plan is fucking terrible. You know it is. I will get on a plane, I will be there tomorrow morning, just wait. Don’t go, any of you, but you can’t. Please?” He’s begging, and will continue to beg until Stiles agrees, “I can’t lose you. Don’t go. Remember, the night we started this? You asked me the same thing, please, Stiles.”

“Ok, Der, ok, ok. I won’t go. Please, don’t cry. I won’t go.”

Derek takes a deep breath, it catches in his chest, but he pushes past it, “Thank you. Thank you thank you, thank god.”

Derek is on a plane two hours later. Twelve hours after that, Stiles is in his arms; unruly hair sweet smelling and tickling his nose, wide, smiling lips pressed into his own.

*******

When Derek needs to leave Beacon Hills, Stiles understands, he really, truly does. But it also feels like he’s being slowly pulled apart.

They stand quietly in Derek’s loft, silently embracing, Stiles still in his dressy graduation clothes, intermittent tears running down both their faces, until Stiles grips the front of Derek’s shirt tightly, hauls him impossibly close to devour his mouth in a desperate kiss. Their teeth clack, and their tongues swirl together in practiced rhythm, lips dragging slick and wet together. A great, sob of a moan tears out of Stiles’ throat and he buries his face in Derek’s neck.

“I can’t ask you, I know I can’t, but I want to, Der. I want to ask you to stay with me. I want to beg you. To scream ‘Don’t go!’ But I won’t. You deserve to go, to be ha- to find happiness, even if-”

Derek feels his heart breaking; hurting Stiles is killing him. He can’t bear the ache in Stiles’ voice, the sorrow laced through his scent. “Come with me,” rushes past his lips with force and sincerity, and he can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it before.

Stiles looks at him, hopeful but unsure, so he kisses the confusion off his face, cradles his jaw with careful hands. “I mean it, Stiles. It’s summer, you don’t start school for months. Come with me. Please?”

The smile that breaks over Stiles’ face is bright and honest, it’s everything Derek loves about the boy.

“Yeah. Ok, yeah, let’s go,” Stiles replies eagerly, peppering Derek’s face with kisses, hands restlessly petting as thigh assuring himself Derek is still there.

Derek laughs lightly, “I thought maybe we’d have a last go in a real bed, before it’s all motel rooms and truck stops for a while. And you know, pack, first.”

Stiles makes a considering sound, “Both good things. I’m especially interested in the first part,” he grins as he grabs Derek’s hands, walking backwards toward the bed.

********

Two and a half incredible months later, they’re laying naked in a motel bed, tangled together and still catching their breath, trailing gentle fingertips over one another’s faces, cataloging details. Preparing for time apart.

Stiles’ half packed suitcase sits on a luggage stand across the room, taunting them with the short time they have left measured out in clean and dirty socks.

Derek traces the curve of Stiles’ mouth, their eyes searching, but unwilling to leave the others gaze for more than a second or two. “You know-” the words are stuck in his throat, heavy on his tongue, he clears them away with a hard swallow, “I want to ask you. I guess it’s my turn to know better, huh?” He laughs without a traces of humor, and Stiles kisses his furrowed brow, smooths it with a long finger.

“You’re not ready to not be moving, and Berkley is pretty stationary, babe,” Stiles answers easily, his voice tinged with regret. “I understand,”he says, quieter than the rest, but without a stutter in his heartbeat, and Derek would know it’s true even without the added senses. Because Stiles understands Derek probably better than Derek does, and the loss of his constant presence is already aching dully in his chest.

“I’m going to have to say it. Just once. It’s practically tradition, now,” Derek attempts to joke, but the truth is it feels like the words are tearing at his throat.

Stiles kisses him, long and slow, as if to cool the burn of the things he can’t say. It almost works. They part reluctantly, hands and lips both clinging together, and it breaks out of him with a sob, “Don’t go.”

Stiles gathers him close, let’s Derek bury his face in his chest, strokes his back in soothing circles and holds his neck. “I have to,” he says simply, pressing kisses to Derek’s head. “But I promise I’ll always come back to you, wherever you are, until you’re ready.”

When they wake some time later, Stiles has to leave. Derek drives him to the bus station, because Stiles wouldn’t let him set a foot in California until he was ready to. Derek isn’t sure he will be, but he wishes he was now so he could steal those last miles with him.

********

They wake to cool morning light filtered through the curtains, and the muted sound of a cell phone ringing in the other room.

It’s been six months since they last got to wake up together, and it feels indulgent and surreal all at once. Video chats and constant phone calls and texts are an ok way to bridge the distance, but there is nothing so wonderful as waking up like this. Sleep warm skin and muscled limbs tangled together, warm breath on the back of his neck. Stiles is afraid it’s a dream.

Derek wakes, runs his nose along Stiles neck and places a long, hot kiss there. “Morning,” he says sleepily, arms tightening briefly before he shifts in the bed. Stiles panics, grabs Derek’s forearms in suddenly shaking hands, “Don-.”

Before he can finish, Derek is wrapping himself around him again, “Not going anywhere, babe. You’re not either.”

Stiles takes a deep breath, calms his heartbeat. “Sounds perfect, because I have plans for us that don’t involve leaving this bed unless it’s to hydrate or pee.”

Derek laughs into Stiles’ shoulder, the sound rich and deep, the rumble in his chest echoes through Stiles’ chest pleasantly. “I like the sound of that.”

********

A small cry pierces the predawn quiet, and Stiles and Derek startle awake at the same time. They blink tiredly at one another for a moment, taking time to acclimate and assess.

Stiles smiles at Derek, notices the slight greying of his still artful stubble, the lines starting to show around his eyes that he knows are from laughter instead of worry.

Derek smiles back, taking in the defined jawline, and the more beard than stubble that his husband has favored these last few years.

They say in unison “I’ll go,” and then laugh, kiss. Let it linger just a moment until the baby reminds them why they’re awake so early. Stiles places a quick kiss on Derek’s cheek, runs his thumb over his jaw briefly.

“You got her down last time, it’s my turn. Go back t’ sleep.” Derek makes a sound that Stiles takes as agreement, and he heads to the nursery across the hall, scooping up the small, unhappy bundle from the crib and settling her against his chest.

When Derek stumbles in moments later, Stiles is in the rocking chair, cradling their daughter and dozing slightly. Derek crosses the distance with a few long strides and moves to take the baby from her current Daddy shaped pillow and back to her own bed, intending to do the same with Stiles after, when he feels familiar fingertips against his wrist.

He looks down to where Stiles is holding him, turns his palm so their fingers thread together with the ease of years of practice. They smile at one another for long moments, until the sun starts to rise and add a warm glow to the soft lilac walls.

Why Now? - Jughead Jones Imagine (Riverdale)

Part 2 | Part 3


Hi everyone! This is my very first imagine that I’m writing here, on Tumblr. It’s based on the TV series „Riverdale” more specifically on Jughead Jones because I really like him in the show. I’ve read lots of imagines here and I thought I could write one too so here I am! Also, this is a „Jughead x Reader” imagine so I’ll be using „Y/N” for the reader. If you don’t want to imagine, like, yourself in the reader’s skin (hope you get what I’m trying to say :)) ) , then you’re free to imagine whatever you want as long as it includes Jughead. I don’t have any warnings to make because I want this imagine to be cute and kinda sad for a start (sorry for that). I don’t own any of the TV series’s rights and the persons I’m mentioning here aren’t like that in the real life. This is just a story made up by me, meaning that the descriptions of the characters that I’m writing about are based on how the Riverdale’s cast is portraying them. It’s a work of fiction. Sorry for this long introducing note, enjoy your reading. xx  

Originally posted by dailyjugheadjones

PLOT: You and your parents have lived in Riverdale since you were born, but because what had started to happen recently in this town, they decide that you need to move somewhere else, for your safety. You start to tell your friends the sad news, Jughead being the last one. He is about to tell you something that will hurt you; that will make you feel awful for going away.


Riverdale was once a friendly town, in fact, the town where you grew up. So it’ll be surprising if we’ll tell something bad about it. It used to be a great place, a place where you met all your friends, a place that could be called home. You were so used to it and just couldn’t imagine anything unusual happening ‘round here. That, of course, until everyone found out about Jason Blossom’s murder, which kinda ruined all of your theories. You knew the Blossom family, but not so well. Jason’s sister, Cheryl was almost-your-friend that’s because after her brother’s death, she started to act somehow very strange. She was colder than usual and more sensitive. Sometimes she would be mean to everyone and sometimes she would come back to her nice side. You weren’t so mad at her because you could understand. A loss like hers wasn’t easy to handle, especially because the bond that formed between her and Jason. You also knew Jason, not so well still. You’ve seen him a couple of times at school but you too never got to talk properly. When you found out about his death, you were beyond shocked and felt very sorry. To know that it was a murder, actually made you feel scared and worried about you, your friends and your family. However, your parents already had an hour for you to be home every night and told you numerous of times to be careful. You understood that they wanted to know you safe and healthy, although you were older enough to take care of yourself in your own way. 

But afterwards, you started to be interested in who is Jason’s killer and all those stuff that had to do with the mysterious murder. So were Archie, Veronica, Betty and Jughead. All of you knew that the police is dealing with it, you just couldn’t help it. You tried to find out what you thought the others were not able to observe, practically, you were digging for answers in every possible place. Things were still very complicated. When your parents found out what you guys were doing, they freaked out. You fought with them and had a very difficult time because you simply had to stay away from what really stir up your interest. What really killed you inside was thinking that maybe you got your friends into trouble too, although that word is too harsh to be mentioned right now. Just like that, things were too normal for all of you. It was school-home-homework over and over again. Yet, you were still able to spend time togehter at Pop’s some nights. You knew that this was your squad, your bunch of creepy human beings and you couldn’t lose touch with them, even if you wanted. Things like this happens in small towns, nothing could stop you. 

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

It happened on a boring weekend, at a first glance. You were about to hang out with Veronica and Betty when your mother and father entered your room with some weird expressions. Somehow, you knew something was wrong. You stopped from what you were doing and looked curious. Asking what happened has led to the most terrible news: your parents just told you you were going to move to Houston. You froze for a moment, thinking they’re probably joking or something but they seemed very serious. You panicked when they didn’t start to laugh at you, you thought you were breathless. They really meant it, they weren’t joking. “How?” and “why?” were the only questions that could get through your head. When you asked them, with a trembling voice like you were going to start crying, they told you that they do not think Riverdale is still a town where you can grow up as you should, that everything has gone crazy and that they don’t know what kind of impact this had upon you. They said they don’t want you to end up injured because of what is happening in the surroundings, of course thinking at the Blossom’s tragedy. You couldn’t accept that, you were suddenly afraid of everything and nothing, Everything that went through your mind was how you could tell that to your friends. Your friends. You were shaking, not even knowing how no tear wasn’t still falling on your cheeks. You felt like you could not just go, so far away from them, from everything. Something more made you feel even worse, but you’d be confronting with it too, right? Your parents told you some last words before leaving your room without even trying to consider your prayers or the deplorable condition they put you into: three weeks. You only had three weeks left to get used to it and try to put your thoughts in order, including the fact that you also had to tell Veronica, Betty, Archie and Jughead. You knew your mom and dad wouldn’t change their minds, not even thinking about your childhood and all of your memories here. They were only thinking about getting out. Getting out of the place you called your home, which was just a little bit broken

That day you cancelled with Betty and Veronica and in the next few days you weren’t yourself at school or in any place you’d go. It was like you were trying to remember everything, not to forget anything. At Pop’s you would just sit in your usual place near the window without ordering anything and just staring at your lap. When your friends would be there with you, they would wonder what is going on ‘cause you’re never that silent. You will answer them in a small voice that everything’s fine and that you’re just thinking about something. Betty, Veronica and Jughead would insist and you would look at them in a guilty way. You were so sad that you will have eventually to tell them, you were grateful that they could not read your mind. The first ones to find out you were gonna move were Archie and Veronica. At first they got mad at you for nor telling them this whole time, the dark-haired girl was speechless and seemed like she was gonna explode - anger, shock and sadness. It was okay, you were sad too, incredibly sad. Archie couldn’t believe what he heard, asking “What?” so many times that it almost started to get on your nerves. You thought you were about to fight, but it didn’t happen, fortunately. You couldn’t bear that too. Betty, on the other hand began to cry. She couldn’t believe it neither but she knew that you couldn’t lie about something so serious. It really broke your heart to see them like this, to let them know that there were probably not so many chances to see you again soon. It was so cruel that you didn’t even had a choice, you wanted to stay, you wanted that so hard, every piece of you rejected the idea of moving so far away from here. You still had things to create, you still had someone here. Someone who cared about you and some people you’ve been through so many things.

Then came Jughead’s turn, you had to tell him. And now, things start to get different. You two were … Something. The relationship between you was way more different that what kinda links you had with the others. He was the retired type all the time, the guy who did not like the excessive attention and who was often rejected because he was weird, as he says. Of course, you’ve never thought that about him, neither did Archie, Veronica or Betty. He first became friends with Archie before joining your group. After that, he slowly learned to open himself in front of you, and you started to think he was a wonderful boy. Then, you found out he was also an amazing writer because he was writing his own novel about Jason Blossom’s murder which was awesome ‘cause he would always help you guys in your “investigation” with his theories. You’ve always tried to make him feel good in his own skin, he was pretty unsure of himself even if he didn’t want to admit it. He wanted to be tough and cold because, latley, he had some problems at home and at school. He was very shut in when it came about his family, he never wanted to talk about that subject with anyone. That’s the reason why you were surprised when you were the first to find out about it. Jughead told you about how his father was a part of a dangerous gang in Riverdale - The Serpents and that he had a drinking problem. Even if he never wanted to let that get noticed, you felt him being scared. He didn’t want you to reject him too after all he had told you. You knew that his mother and sister were away because of his father, but you wouldn’t want to judge anyone. You understood him and you tried to understand his father too, although you felt very bad for what Jughead’s been through because of him. You began to understand his silence as well so as he was there for you too. When he couldn’t answer you, you tried to make him feel like he has someone he can confess to. You became very familiar with him, almost as if you felt unusual when he wasn’t around. At some point you became worried about your approach, it felt too much, somehow. But you couldn’t help the fact that he was always there. Simply that. Sometimes even more that Archie or Betty, or Veronica. It did not feel like you were best friends, it wasn’t nice or serious. You would help each other at your homework, he would drive you home some nights when the streets would be too dark for you to walk them alone. You would make honest jokes about him, he would laugh sarcastically not even bothering him. You remembered the first time you tried to touch his beanie and Jughead slapped your hand away, making faces at you. Later on he gave it to you himself, fixing it on your head and smiling in the corner of his mouth. His hair would be a little dark mess after that but he wouldn’t care. If there was any time you would be late at Pop’s, he would order you a chocolate milkshake and wait until you would be there and then when you’d finally arrive you two would talk, with him showing what he had wrote for his novel … There were just silly, innocent things which always made you come closer. When he was about to get homeless, you wanted to ask your parents if he could stay at yours but they didn’t agree with that. Thank God, his salvation was Archie and his dad, Fred who took him to stay with them as long as he needed.You remember how worried you were back then, that almost made you gulp. Jughead had become someone to you, it took you kinda long time to realize this, maybe because you never wanted to think about him that way. Your friends would tease you about it and you would try to hide your emotions everytime. You only knew that you had a great person by your side, a little weirdo, a person who endured so much suffering and who would be still smirking and joking with his friends at the end of the day. You didn’t want to admit it either, but you were careful with him. Exactly, he became too important to you. You just wouldn’t want to name this in any way.

Therefore, how? How could you tell him that you’ll be gone in less than three weeks? How would he feel?

How would you feel?

If you waited still, it would have been to late. And you knew very well that Jughead deserved to know, even if this will maybe hurt him. Surley you’re hurt too. So, on a Tuesday night you went at Archie’s house knowing that he will be at school to practice at his guitar for a singing contest he will have Saturday along with Josie and the Pussycats and his father working late. Archie told you to come and talk with Jughead earlier that day, at school. You saw the sadness behind his eyes and how much he needed his friend to be okay, or at least to know what will happen. He didn’t want you to let go anymore. You started to think he knew a little more … That he had come to think of you and Jughead just as you did. That made you feel your stomach clutching.

When you arrived there was no need to knock at the door, because Jughead knew you were going to come. You opened the door and went to the kitchen, shy, feeling your palms sweat. You found him sitting on a chair in front of the kitchen counter, most probably ‘cause he was busy with his book. He turned his head over to you when he felt the presence of someone in the room. 

“Y/N hi!” He stood up and came to you. You looked at his beanie and then at the smile on his big lips. He did not smile so often before, something you always knew he had to do more.

“Hey Jughead. What were you doing?” You asked him, avoiding to get closer by him. He looked like he was about to hug you, but you couldn’t let him do it. You passed by him.

“Well, I wasn’t writing, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He said, looking how you walked away. “You said you were coming over so I was on the internet. I was waiting for you.” You were so nervous that you bit your lip and looked down. You wanted to not have to do that, you really wanted to.

“Look, Jug, there is something you need to know.” You started, looking up to him. You could say he was beginning to figure something out. The way you nicknamed him wasn’t going to make it better in this situation.

“What happened, Y/N?” He asked, trying to reach you but you gestured him to stay still.

“Sit down, please.” It would not have worked well if he had been so close to you. He sat back down in his chair and instead, you got closer.

“Y/N?” He asked again and this time his features got rough. You sighed.

“Jughead, I’m-I’m moving.” You hated the fact that you felt that weak right now. You didn’t wanted to give up on literally anything

“What do you mean?” You heard him, even his voice had changed. You immediately remembered this part of him. He was trying to figure out what you said before reacting in an exaggerated way.

“My parents want us to move to Houston. Riverdale is not safe anymore.” The regret was obvious in your voice.

Houston, what?!” There were some moments of silence before you heard him exclaim. 

“It’s true. I don’t want this neither but- …”  Again, you couldn’t look at him. You were not supposed to do any of this. You were not supposed to go anywhere.

“When?” His face was raging. Anger. The old Jughead was still there, the ‘damaged loner’ as the kids at school would consider him appeared when he didn’t want to. But you knew, you knew he didn’t mean it. It hurts him.

“In less than two weeks.”

“If … If you think that’s a good joke to tell - …”

“Believe me, I wished to be a joke too when I heard it from mom and dad. It’s not.” You said. Jughead stood up and seemed to whisper something for himself. You didn’t want to hear him. “I am so, so sorry.” Was all you could say. 

You felt him walking past you and you looked back in his direction. He breathed harder and you knew everything was wrong now. What could you do more? Your hands were tied to your back. Damn, you couldn’t even go to touch his shoulder. He would stare back at you, his eyes would not lie.

“I’m sorry.” you said it again. “Please say something.” After a few minutes he turned his face towards you. When you noticed his expression, you instantly wanted to go and embrace him. He was still saying nothing. If you will not talk in the next seconds …

“Y/N, I like you.” 

Your eyes grew wider. Your lips parted but you couldn’t say a word. What? Did he just …? 

He approached you. If you could, you would have gone further. Maybe showing your feelings wasn’t a thing you would do easly, but all this time you were so scared. You knew that now. He was right in front of you and your legs were beginning to feel weak. You felt like time stopped and was waiting for you two. His eyes were so empty and you felt so lost. That was it. That’s what you’ve been feeling. You cared about him, you smiled when he smiled, you helped him and he was there all this time when you didn’t even ask him too. There was no explanation. You liked him too. That’s what really killed you right now. 

“I like you.” He repeated. You let out a shaky breath. Your thoughts were a mess in this moment, it was like nothing was right. How are you going to leave this town now? His confession made you realize your whole state, you never knew. Now he will never knew

Why now?” You asked him, shaking your head. “Why are you telling me this now when there’s nothing left to do, Jughead?” You thought his lips were trembeling. Was it so bad that you wanted to kiss him? 

He ignored your question, swallowing hard.

“Do Archie, Veronica and Betty know about this?”

You nodded slowly.

“And you thought I should’ve been the last one who has to find out? Seriously, Y/N?”

“I was afraid to tell you, okay? I did not want this, and my parents don’t want to listen to me.” You tried to calm down because you didn’t want to mess him up. And you didn’t want to start crying too. “This town is a part of me and it will always be, no matter what happened here. No matter what they think. Please, don’t be mad at me because- …” You felt it was to much. The pain and sorrow were overwhelming.

“Because what? Tell me!” He almost begged you to continue your sentence. You’ve always seen Jughead sad and indifferent, all you have ever wanted was to never see him that sad, at least not as long as you were around.

“Listen, I don’t wanna fight with you. Not with you.” You almost whispered. Then you suddenly felt him in front of you. His cold hands touched yours as if he was as scared as you were. You dared to look at him. Your eyes immediately moistened you and tried to bite your lip to stop what was going to happen. You knew you were going to fail anyway.

“Don’t cry.” He said slowly. “It’s fine, I’m not mad at you, Y/N.” Right in that moment you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him for what felt like a lifetime.You would’ve been fine if he wouldn’t answer to your gesture, it was better not to feel the warmth of his body. You shouldn’t miss him. “What should I do now?” You heard his voice in your right ear. You knew that he would’ve referred to the others too, to all of your friends but instead, what he should do from now on? You didn’t answer him and you sobbed a little in the sweater he was wearing. You loved it when he was wearing sweaters. He was fluffy and smelled like Pop’s shop and Archie’s bedsheets. You just loved it. Unfortunately, that would not make you feel good anymore. Now you feel alone even thought you are in his arms.

That night, when you decided to finally leave Archie’s place, Jughead drove you home. Archie was about to enter the house when you guys left and you couldn’t look at him. Jughead neither. Both of you felt wasted. Jughead held your hand all the way to your house, trying to comfort you. You tried your best not to cry in front of him again and focused on his presence. God, how you wanted to stop, turn around and press your lips against his. You were wrong, you indeed needed warmth, you needed to feel more of your home. But he just held your hand. Just that. He told you if he’s likely to never see you again, it is the least he can do. And that truly broke you.

The worst part is that you never had the chance to say it back


                         *Two weeks later* 


By the end of those weeks, everyone knew that you were about to move. Even Cheryl, who didn’t know how to react in the first place. You spent all your time with Betty, Veronica and Archie, doing a horrible mistake in wanting to avoid Jughead. You knew he wasn’t going to abandon you, not after what he had told you that night. But you just couldn’t stand around when all you wanted to do was cry and hug him tightly. He felt you. Everytime he looked at you his eyes would lose it’s color and shine. For the last time you went at Pop’s, drank one last milkshake, listened to one last of Archie’s songs and been with your bunch of creepy human beings for one last moment. Even Pop was sad seeing you all like this.

Now you were in front of your house, well, just a house, not yours anymore. All the things were packed and your parents were waiting for you in the car. At some point you really thought they would change their minds seeing the way you acted in the past days. But yeah, they didn’t. They were sorry for you, your mother even tried to make you feel better. She tried to give you some reasons for what Riverdale isn’t what it was before and you still wouldn’t listen. Your friends will always be your friends.

“I’m so sorry guys. For everything. For the fact that I will not be able to be by your side anymore from now on.” You were tired of crying but right now, right now you would wish to be drained out of tears. “I love you all so much, no one will ever compare to you.”

“Oh God, please don’t be so cheesy. I can’t even think about it anymore, come here honey.” Veronica said. She was trying to be strong but it was visible how sensitive she was. You hugged her and whispered in her ear: 

“Thank you for always being there for me. Especially when Cheryl was crazy.” You heard her giggle.

“No.The red-head will miss you too, I’m sure of that.” She whispered back. When you looked at her, you seen her red cheeks and nose. It was cold outside and it didn’t matter how well dressed you were, you’ll still be feeling cold.

Archie was next. He smiled sadly.

“Thank you for making me feel good every time. And I’m proud of you, keep playing and doing what you like.” You said.

“I promise I’ll call you everyday and I’ll sing through the phone. You can’t get away from me, Y/N. And don’t worry, Jughead will never be alone as long as me and my dad are alive. I’ll do whatever it’s possible to make his father go on the right way. He’ll be happy.” He whispered the last part, not wanting Jughead to hear him. You smiled gratefully. How can you not love them?

Betty took your hands in hers. You looked at her with respect.

“Thank you, Betty. For helping me and for everything you did for us all. You’ll solve the problems between you and your parents and Polly will be okay. Just stay strong.” A tear fell down on Betty’s cheek as she nodded. You knew how brave this blonde girl was, you trusted her entirely.  

When she let go of your hands, you knew what was next.

Last but not least.

Jughead

As soon as your eyes met, you felt your heart beating fast. He tried to smile too, but he wasn’t believable. You felt pain, he felt the pain too.

“Jughead Jones.” You muttered, blinking once. “ … The third.” You continued feeling your throat burning. He started to chuckle as soon as he heard you saying that. You smiled at him warmly, but, slowly and surely, your whole face changed. Your lips began to tremble, your lungs began to beg for some air and your cheeks started to get wet because of the tears. Jughead’s eyes began to get watery as well and before you knew it, you fell right into his chest. Now you are a huge mess

“I’ll miss you so …” You sighed, drowning in your own tears. “ … So much.” He slowly stroked your hair.

 How would you feel?

“I’m so grateful that you’re my friend, you are the best, ok Jug? Don’t let anyone, ever, tell you otherwise. I-I just … I- …” You sniffled and pulled away a little to look at those green eyes again. You hated the fact that they were fading because of you.

“I know, Y/N. Shh.” He stopped you from talking more ‘cause he felt the tension and how shattered you were right now. You stayed in his arms for a few good minutes, thinking if you will ever be able to get away in one piece. He was warmer than ever and you loved that with all your heart. It was all about him now. If he will never feel alone once you’re gone, you surely feel like that. You couldn’t let go, it was too hard. Jughead was special, so special that you knew you had no way to find another person like him in this world. He wasn’t a friend, he became someone. Someone who has found the way to your heart faster than you’ve ever imagined. You knew he needed someone to be there for him whenever he feels like he’s going to give up on everything and now you needed to be sure of that more than ever. You knew he was strong, you still feel like he owns you but in fact, he owns you nothing. Nothing at all. „Thank you Y/N, for always being here to help me.” He said, looking at you.” ’Cause you did help me a lot, you don’t even imagine. Maybe I don’t know much about what it means to be attached to a person but you and Archie and Betty, even Veronica always had my back and … I’m not mad at you, Y/N, okay? I know you need to go and I understand, just like you did. Now, please, calm down and be fine.”  This time he smiled at you, and you felt like someone had taken a stone from your heart. As he said, you tried to calm dow and then closed your eyes. Opening them again, you took some steps back, looking at your four friends. And how honestly grateful you were.

„I’ll miss you guys so freaking much. Keep in touch, ok?” They nodded solemnly. It was the time. The time to go.

„Check your phone in the car.” You hear Jughead muttering.

You then turned around fast, no longer wanting to prolong your suffering. You got into the car, noticing both of your parents watching you. Just as you were told, you took your phone out of your pocket and unlocked it, seeing you had a message.  


Fom: Jug  


Don’t forget that sardonic humour is my way of relating to the world, which is also the worst. We weren’t. ;) 


And before you could look at them once more, you heard the car’s engine. Somehow, you felt Jughead smiling. Yeah, after all, he was still smiling


 Jesus, I spent the whole day writing this. I am very proud of this imagine and I really, really hope you will like it too! Thank you for reading all of it, it means a lot! Also, what do you guys say, do you want a part 2 of this? I’m willing to write it if you want, just let me know. Let’s hope this will not be my first and last imagine here, I plan to write much more of these, not based just on Riverdale. We’ll see. Thank you again for reading!

On the Brink - Chapter 7

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Mild swearing. A little bit of angst. 

Author’s Note: I got a little carried away with this one. Special thanks to @dekahg for the idea for this chapter. Enjoy!

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Originally posted by lucifersagents

A week later, the big SUV rolled into a small Alaskan town just over the border. You were going stir crazy having been in the vehicle for 8 days now and wanted nothing more than to never see the inside of a car again. You jumped out before the wheels stopped turning and walked a few paces away. You studied the small, rundown motel you all were going to be staying at while you hunted the alpha werewolf. You had stayed in some shoddy places before, but you thought this really took the cake. You vaguely wondered if it was vacant and if you were going to be squatting there before you saw the one light on in the dingy office. It shined dully in the dark night.

Mick stepped up next to you and smiled. You smiled back at him. True to his word, Mick had been the perfect gentleman on your second date. And on your third and fourth one as well. You were genuinely having fun with the British man. He was a nice break from the hustle and bustle of everything else.

“Some help would be nice.” Dean’s gruff voice cut through the night.

You turned to see him and Ketch grabbing some bags out of the SUV’s trunk. Sam was trudging towards the office and Lucifer was just leaning against the vehicle, looking off into the distance. You sighed and went to help your brother.

The archangel hadn’t changed his mind at all in the week since he said he was done with you. He wouldn’t speak to you or even look in your direction. It was like you didn’t exist to him and it was starting to get under your skin. You hadn’t done anything wrong, but you knew that didn’t really matter. Angels were hard to figure out at the best of times, and Lucifer was especially complicated. If he wanted to be done with you, so be it. You had better things to do than worry about a moody archangel.

The research began as soon as all the bags were moved into the rooms. The whole group was gathered in the room you were sharing with Sam and Dean (they wouldn’t pay for you to have your own room - dicks), and everyone had their laptops out, or were looking through books.

You were sitting on your bed, a book opened on your lap while Mick reclined next to you with his laptop. Even so often while he was thinking, he would absent-mindedly rub your leg or your arm. You didn’t think he meant anything by it as he just naturally just seemed to be very touchy-feely, but it was driving you crazy, and not in a good way You had a thing about personal space and while you could technically be termed as “dating”, you still didn’t like it. Eventually, after one long moment where his hand had just rested on your leg before he began to type again, you hopped to your feet.

“I need some air,” You stated as four pairs of eyes looked up at you. You noticed Lucifer’s icy gaze was looking out the window, purposefully avoiding you, but you didn’t care. You had to get out of that room.

You stepped out into the chilly Alaskan night and closed the door tightly behind you. The parking lot was deserted except for the SUV and there was no one on the road. The tiny town all seemed to sleeping, which was appropriate considering it was about 2 in the morning. That’s when you realized you were finally alone. A smile broke out on your face. You hadn’t been alone in over a week and it felt so freeing.

Still grinning, you set off down the road, just reveling in the fact that you were finally alone. You walked about a mile down the road before turning off on a trailhead that would run a loop through the forest according to the map on a sign at the turnoff. The trail ran about 3 miles and was very clearly marked, so it was easy going. You figured you had gone about 2 miles down the trail when a chilly breeze began to blow. The forest was dark and silent, so there was no mistaking the voice that spoke out from behind you.

“Now what would a Winchester be doing here?”

You whirled around to see a tall woman standing about fifteen feet away, dressed in business casual attire. Her eyes flashed blue.

“Going for a walk, what’s it look like?” You asked, your tone lazy. “The real question is, what is an angel doing out here?”

She chuckled. “The name is Serus. And I’m hunting, much like you.”

“I very much doubt that you and I are hunting the same thing, Serus.” You said gruffly. “Why don’t you cut the bullshit and tell me what you want.”

She crossed her arms. “Lucifer.”

Your head cocked to the side. “Huh?”

“You heard me.” She scowled. “I want Lucifer.”

“What for?”

“He belongs in the Cage. My brethren and I are going to make sure he goes back there.”

“And what makes you think I know where he is?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Please. We caught one of Crowley’s dogs. We know about the two of you.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t know where Lucifer is. You’re barking up the wrong tree here.”

“So what happened after your brothers freed you then? They just let him go?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I didn’t ask, they didn’t tell.”

“Oh how militant of you.” She said, her eyes narrowing. “Too bad. I was planning on letting you go, but now I think I’ll take you hostage. Maybe the brothers Winchester will be willing to trade.”

You shrugged and pulled an angel blade out of your jacket pocket, where you always kept it. “You can try, Serus, but I don’t think it’ll go very well for you.”

She cocked an eyebrow, her own blade sliding out of her sleeve. “Or maybe I’ll just kill you instead.”

Serus took a step towards you and your grip tightened on your blade.

“Or,” A voice rang out. “We could all just get along.”

Serus whirled around and you could see Lucifer standing several feet behind her. The moonlight cut through the trees, giving his hair a silvery glow. The sight of him bathed in the glowing light took your breath away despite the circumstances. He was truly beautiful.

Serus didn’t waste any time. She leapt towards him swiftly and silently, her lips peeled back in a terrible sneer. Lucifer was quicker though, despite not having access to his powers. A second later, he was in between you and Serus, facing the latter.

“Let’s talk about this, Serus.” He said calmly.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” She snarled. “You’re going back where you belong, Deceiver.”

“Nope. I’m not. But I’m giving you the chance to walk away. I suggest you take it.”

She flung herself at him again, her blade flying through the air. Lucifer went to sidestep her again, but this time she was expecting it and changed her angle of attack. You moved without conscious thought, stepping quickly in front of the archangel and shoving him backwards. You brought up your blade in an underhand arc, plunging the tip into her ribcage. At the same time, her blade plunged downwards right under your left shoulder. You screamed as the blade went all the way through and ripped out the other side.

Serus was screaming too, blue light pouring from every orifice as she died. Her vessel dropped to the ground and you dimly recognized the dark shadow of wings spreading out from her back across the ground.

Bitch, you thought.

Your knees buckled and you sank to the ground. The angel blade was burning in your shoulder and you knew that if it had gone any lower, you would have been dead immediately. You grasped the handle protruding from your body, steeled yourself, and yanked. The blade was firmly lodged and didn’t budge, but you almost immediately passed out from the pain. You fell onto your side, feeling your strength starting to fade. You had felt this before, many times, in Crowley’s dungeon. You would be blacking out any second now.

“Y/N!” You heard a frantic cry, but you were fading fast. Your vision began to darken and the last thing you saw before slipping into unconsciousness was a pair of icy blue eyes looking down at you with all the fear in the world.


The first thing you noticed was that your mouth felt like cotton. The second thing was that your head was pounding.

“Water,” You croaked.

You felt a cup being held up to your lips a second later and you drank the cool liquid greedily. Once you had quenched your thirst, you opened your eyes.

You were in a hospital, hooked up to at least a billion different machines. Sam, who had given you the water, sat by your side. The lines in his face were deep and you could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. Dean stood leaning against the wall a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked even worse than Sam.

You smiled at the two of them. “Hey.”

Dean scowled. “What the hell were you doing in the middle of the damn woods, Y/N?”

Sam scowled at him, but you answered.

“Just taking a walk, Dean.” Your voice was raspy, but strong. “That’s all.”

He clenched his jaw and stalked out of the room angrily. Sam watched him go, then looked back at you.

“He’ll be okay.” He said.

“I know.” You gave him a small smile. “He’s just angry because he couldn’t help me.”

Sam took a deep breath. “That, and we just got you back, Y/N. I know we haven’t talked about it much, but we were both really worried about you for that year. We had no idea where you were, we thought you had just run off somewhere to live a normal life. You talked about it sometimes and we thought that’s what had happened. But…then we found out you had been tortured the whole time. And we hadn’t been looking for you. I know you’re going to say that it’s not our fault, but it’s still a weight we carry around every day. You’re our little sister. We’re supposed to protect you and we’ve failed twice now.”

“Sam. I’m a Hunter. Torture and angel blades in the shoulder are occupational hazards that I’ve accepted.”

He gave a small nod. “That doesn’t mean we’ve accepted them for you, Y/N.”

You pushed the button on your bed so that you were sitting up. “You don’t have to,” You said kindly. “It’s my life, you big bozo.”

Sam smiled and some of the cloud over his eyes seemed to dissipate. “I better go check on Dean.”

You watched as he left, then laid your head back on your pillow and closed your eyes. You weren’t sure how long you were out before the change in temperature woke you. The room was suddenly ice cold. You shivered and pulled the flimsy hospital blanket up to your chin. You opened your eyes a crack and saw Lucifer’s form sitting next to you in the chair that Sam had vacated.

“It’s a little cold in here,” You said, your teeth chattering.

He said nothing, but the room heated up quickly. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He sat there hunched over, his hooded gaze on you. It was a little unnerving.

“Um…hi.” You said. He still said nothing, merely stared at you. “Staring is rude, you know.”

His gaze finally dropped and he took a deep breath. He whispered something.

“What?” You asked.

“An inch.” He said, raising his voice. “An inch from your heart. That’s how close the blade was.”

“Ah, well, guess I can say it literally missed it by an inch.” You quipped, trying to hide how much that information shook you.

His gaze snapped back up to you. “You’re making jokes?” He asked in a low voice.

You lifted your good shoulder in a half shrug. “What else can I do?”

“How about not leap in front of a blade that was meant for me?” He shouted, startling you.

“You would rather I let you die?” You asked incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“I had a plan!” He said, leaping to his feet.

“Did your plan include getting stabbed to death with an angel blade?” You shot back angrily. “Because that’s what was going to happen!”

He glared at you, breathing heavily, his hands on his hips. “So you getting stabbed instead was better?”

“Uh, yeah!” You said pointedly. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not dead!”

“But you could have been,” He said, clearly frustrated. “One inch lower-”

“But I’m not.” You said firmly, interrupting him. “And neither are you. That’s a win in my book.”

He clenched his jaw, but sat back down in the chair. All the fight seemed to go out of him in an instant. He leaned against the bed, his arm and hand resting lightly on the mattress.

You studied him for a moment before asking the question you really wanted to know the answer to. “So what were you doing out there? Were you following me?”

“I was just out for a walk.” He said, not looking at you.

“You stalker.” You said, a little playfully. “You think I can’t handle myself?”

He looked at you and cocked an eyebrow. “Apparently not.”

“Pfft I had her handled. Piece of cake. Until you showed up.”

“You were outside alone at night in an area where the alpha werewolf is running around murdering people. You really think I’d let you wander off alone?”

“Aha! So you were following me!”

He sighed. “You’re impossible.”

You merely smiled. You were beginning to feel sleepy again. “I knew you still cared about me.”

He looked startled. “Who said that?”

You rolled your eyes. “Please.”

He was silent a moment and you could feel sleep dragging you ever closer.

“You’re right.” He said lowly. “I do still care.”

A funny warmth began to spread through your body, making you giddy and content all at the same time. You didn’t think it had to do with the pain meds they were giving you.

“It’s okay,” You said, peaking at him from the corner of your eye. You couldn’t open them fully anymore. “I still care about you too.”

You moved your hand over to where his was resting and squeezed it lightly. He looked up at you in surprise. You thought you could see something else there too, something that looked like…hope? But that could have been the meds. Either way, you felt his cool hand turn and clasp yours tightly, as if he were afraid you would float away. And in a way, you were floating.

“Don’t leave me again,” You mumbled, hardly aware of what you were saying.

His other hand wrapped around yours and you felt his cool lips touch your fingers. You heard him whisper, “Never.”

And the blackness took you once more.


The next time you opened your eyes, your mind felt clearer. You knew the doctors were beginning to cut back on the meds. Hopefully you would be discharged soon.

Mick sat next to your bed, reading a lore book.

“You shouldn’t really be reading that in public.” You said.

He looked up at you and grinned. “You’re awake.”

“How astute of you.” You said, grinning back.

“Well, darling, my astuteness is what I’m known for.” He stood and leaned over to kiss you. He straightened afterwards and looked down at you. “I was worried about you.”

“I’m a hunter, Mick. This sort of thing comes with the territory.”

He nodded, but still looked a little forlorn.

You smiled up at him. “Think about this way. Now I have to stay back at the motel HQ with you instead of going after the alpha.”

He gave you a small smile. “I’d rather you were whole again, dear.”

“And I will be.” You said. “It’ll just take some time. I’ve had worse than this, believe me.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. Now, when am I being discharged?”

“Doctor said today. If you were feeling up to it.”

“Thank goodness.” You said. “I am more than feeling up to it. Is everyone else back at the motel?”

He nodded, then looked away. You knew something was bothering him.

“Out with it.” You said. “Spill it, Mick.”

He looked at you and sighed. “It’s mad.”

“Just ask.”

He sat back down and looked at you with apprehension. His voice was soft when he spoke. “Why were you and Lucifer out there alone?”

“We weren’t. Well, I mean, we were, but I thought I was alone.”

“So you didn’t plan it then?” You could see he wasn’t being accusatory. You could also see that he was afraid of the answer.

“No,” You said. “I didn’t plan alone time with Lucifer. I went for a walk and he followed me. That’s all.”

Mick gave a small nod. “Okay. Sure, okay.”

You cocked your head, curious. “Why would you think we had planned it?”

“I’m not sure.” He said, shrugging. “It just has seemed to me that you two have some sort of…connection, I suppose, and I was worried about it.”

Maybe he should be worried about it, a small voice inside your head said.

“I’m not going to deny that there’s a connection between us,” You said kindly, ignoring the stupid voice. “We shared the same cell for months. But that’s all it is. Mick, I’m dating you. No one else.”

He didn’t look completely convinced though and you couldn’t blame him. There was something between you and the archangel that you couldn’t identify. The more you wanted to pull away from him, the more you were pushed back towards him. And apparently it was the same for him.

You were discharged from the hospital, your arm in a sling to keep you from moving it, and Mick drove you back to the motel. You walked in to your room to find your brothers, Ketch, and Lucifer all sprawled out around the room. Ketch was sleeping on the couch while your brothers were sleeping on one of the beds. Lucifer was reclined lazily on the other bed and he cracked an eye as you walked in.

“About time.” He said dryly.

“Sorry, the doctors were really busy today,” You said sarcastically. “Something about having other patients.”

His mouth quirked up slightly in the corner and you knew he was happy you were back. You walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Lucifer quickly moved over so that there was more room on the blanket and you leaned back against the pillows gratefully. It was the same as before, in the cell. The cooler air around the archangel seemed to soothe your throbbing shoulder.

“Ahhhh,” You breathed, closing your eyes.

“Can I get you anything, love?” Mick asked. You opened your eyes to see Mick eyeing Lucifer. But the archangel’s gaze was on you.

“No, I’m fine. I just need to rest a bit more.”

“Alright.” Mick sat at the small table in the corner of the room. Its surface was littered with lore books and newspaper clippings. “I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

You snuggled down further into the bed and felt the temperature around Lucifer drop a few more degrees. The throbbing in your shoulder subsided even more and you sighed in relief.

“I’ll be right here too,” Lucifer said lowly, so that only you could hear.

You smiled and drifted off to sleep.

4x01 Recap - Echoes (The 100)

Alright folks, it’s time. My show has returned, and I am throwing myself back on this ride with wild abandon.

I’m adopting my Discussapalooza style from here on out. Which is to say that this recap is going to be very long. If there are any sections that you’d like me to pull out and post seperately, let me know. Otherwise, you have been warned - I like to go in depth.

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baby boy (m)

Title: baby boy

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Status: Complete


Originally posted by jjks

Part I: 

You enter the café, the bottom of your sneakers squeaking against the wooden flooring, as you spot him in a booth near the back. It’s quite late at night, and the weather only seems to be getting worse. Deep down, you know you should have just ignored his text and gone to sleep. First, because you have work in the morning. Second, because  you’re no longer an intern at BigHit and you therefore have no reason to be in the same vicinity as Jeon Jungkook. But you never were good at turning him away.

Not then and certainly not now.

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Rockabye (5) - Jackson

Originally posted by juxghoseok

pairing: jackson x reader
rating: mature
genre: angst, romance, smut
warnings: none.
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summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did.

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Undeserving Part 1 (Auston Matthews)

Song: “No Promises” - Shawn Mendes

“Luke told me today he’d still take you if you want to go” your friend Cassidy looked over her shoulder from her spot in front of the mirror outside of the dressing room.

“No” you shook your head eyes glued to your phone.

“You’re talking to him?” She questiond moving the dress around to fit her shape better.

“When isn’t she talking to him.” Your other friend malia mocked two dresses in her hand.

“Actually.” You spoke finally looking up. “I’m talking to his mom.”

Your two friends exchanged looks and smiled “She’s in with the whole family now.” Malia nudged Cassidy to take the dresses out of her hands who laughed along with her.

“Yep.” You glared at them not really bothered but blushing nonetheless.

“(y/n) we’re just joking, how’s auston?” Cassidy asked as she returned to he dressing room and malia took a seat next to you.

“He’s good.“you simply replied noticing a text from his mom to confirm all of your flight information.

“That’s it.” Malia asked trying to look over your shoulder. “You'be been talking, no practically dating for over a year and that’s all we get.” You shrugged not wanting to tell them because as much as you loved them, you knew they wouldn’t understand.

“I don’t believe it.” Malia snatched your phone out of your hands and moved so you couldn’t get it back.

“Malia!” You snipped trying to get your phone back.

“You talked on the phone for 2 hours and 45 minutes.”

It started with him snapchatting you after a particularly bad game. Then he claimed the only way he’d feel better is if he heard your voice which lead to you talking on the phone. Talking to Auston was always simple so it was easy for you both to loose track of time and talk for longer than anticipated. Even if the conversation was innocent enough that didn’t stop your parents from teasing you the next morning when you walked into the kitchen with bags under your eyes and only an hour of sleep in your system. After you got off the phone with Auston you couldn’t go to sleep, you were way too happy to. So you layed in bed for the rest of the night looking up at the ceiling.

“Stop.” You pouted embarrassed by the length of time.

“Does he know about your surprise?” Cassidy shouted from the dressing room.

“Nope he still thinks I’m going with Luke.”

“That’s sweet. Invite me to the wedding.” Malia joked.

You laughed “I have to be his girlfriend before I’m his wife.”

“Seriously if he doesn’t ask you out soon I’m going to beat him up.” Malia was completely serious.

“I don’t think you’re going to hurt him, but okay.”

“Hey don’t miss judge these babies.” She said pointing to her biceps. “They have a reputation.”

“For what looking like noodles?” You laughed as Cass came out dress in hand.

“Shut up, I’ve punched someone before.”

“Yeah me in kindergarten” You stood gathering your purse. “But that didn’t exactly hurt.”

“You cried.” Malia pointed out standing as well. You both followed Cassidy to the register.

“That’s because not even five minutes later your brother ran over my foot with a scooter because you told him to.”

“Oh yeah those we’re the good old times.”

“Hey, don’t say that we weren’t friends yet.” Cass reprimanded pulling out her credit card and handing it over to the cashier.

“Fine.” You ended your conversation just as Cass was handed her bag and her credit card back.

“Let’s eat.” She smiled leading the way to her car. You stopped at a Burgatory before heading home to do some last minute packing.

“You have everything you need?” Your mom asked standing in the doorway of your room.

“Mhm, everything except-”

“Except the sweatshirt he gave you, it’s in the dryer.” Your mother knew the one thing you wouldn’t leave that house without.

Auston had given you one of his old sweatshirts during the summer a year ago when you were at a bonfire at his house. You had worn jean shorts and a tanktop forgetting a sweatshirt at home, but Cassidy assured you it wouldn’t get that cold and there would be blankets. Oh how wrong she was. It was freezing by the time the sun set and you didn’t even want to think about sitting outside. That’s when Auston offered you his sweatshirt from when he was 15 and played on a travel team. Matthews was on the back along with the number 19 and on the front his teams name. You stayed warm the whole night getting lost in both the sweatshirt and the way Auston played with your fingers as you sat on his lap a blanket draped over the two of you.

“Thanks mom.” You smiled zipping up your suitcase. It was hard to convince your parents to let you go see Auston especially since they wouldnt be going and you weren’t dating. But after showing that you’d pay for all your expenses including the plane ticket and that it would only be for the weekend they agreed.

“Just make him your boyfriend soon, that’ll be thanks enough.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You laughed as she placed a kiss on your head.

Mrs. Matthews picked you up at 3:30 in the morning to get to the airport. The car ride was a comfortable silence due to the fact that you weren’t truly awake yet. She helped you out of the car and into the airport leading the way to the gate you needed to be at for your 5:30 flight.

“Are you excited?” She asked as you both sat side by side.

“Very.” You nodded taking a sip of your coffee.

“He’s excited too. He even went to bed earlier so you’d get there sooner.”

You laughed butterflies taking over your stomach. “I’m excited for his birthday.”

“Me too. I’m going to need you to distract him during the say so I can make him a birthday dinner.” Ema explained her plan taking a sip of her own coffee.

“Whatever you say boss.” You smiled as she nuged your side laughing.

Your flight number was called and you boarded for the first of two. It went very smoothly considering you only went to California for your layover. The second was more difficult. A women had her two newborns with her and they wouldn’t stop crying. The poor women was clearly overwhelmed and panicking. That’s when Ema stood up and politely took one of the babies out of her arms and began bouncing back and fourth not too long after one of the cries stopped.

“Here.” She said handing you the baby “keep bouncing him.” You did as directed while cooing at the small bundle in your arms. She took the second from the women and did the same silencing the cries. The women was so happy she looked like she could’ve cried.

“Both Alex and Auston were like this.” She told you. “It took everything in me not to start crying myself.”

You held the babies for the rest of the flight allowing the mother to get some sleep and giving the rest of the plane an easier flight.

“Goodbye handsome.” You cooed to the baby in your arms before placing him in the stroller.

“Thank you again.” The women smiled brightly at Ema as you all three moved through the airport toward the exit doors.

“My kids were the same way. It just takes practice and patience.” She advised.

“Is this your daughter?” She looked from Ema to you.

“One day hopefully, but right now she’s my son’s girlfriend.” Your heart jumped that’s the first time anyone has referred to you as Auston’s girlfriend. You knew it was just because it was easier then explaining the whole situation, but still.

“Well I hope you both have a wonderful time here thank you again.” The women smiled one last time before directing the stroller out. You followed suit toward the car Ema had rented. Auston’s game would start soon so you had no time to stop by his apartment. You changed into his jersey in the car and fixed your hair and makeup as well.

“Ready?” Ema asked as she parked the car. You nodded the fact that you were actually here starting to sink in.

“There’s Auston.” She pointed him out on the ice for warmups. Even if she hadn’t pointed him out you would’ve known which one he was from the build.

When the game got underway you were completely focused on number 19. Auston scored twice and both times you cheered loud. The final score was 2-4 and you knew a win would mean a happier Auston. You followed Ema to where you came in and waited patiently for your guy.

You’d wish someone would’ve taken a picture of Auston’s face when he saw you because it was priceless.

“What are you doing here?” He asked pulling you into his large frame.

He smelled good from his shower and you couldn’t help but admire his build.

“Surprising you.”

“Well i’m surprised.” He kept you in a firm grip but was able to look down at you now. “What about homecoming? you were nominated for queen.”

“I wouldn’t have won anyway.” Everyone knew Danielle Stapleton was guaranteed to win mainly because her older sister had two years before.

“But still. Cassidy told me how excited you were to go.”

You simply shrugged “it wouldn’t have been fun without you.”

“So you ditched your senior homecoming where you were nominated to win queen to fly half way across the world with my mom to spend time with me.”

“You like your surprise?”

“I love it.”

You stand in each others arms smiling at one another unaware of the people moving around you and the fact that Ema had left you alone.

“You’re the best you know that?”

You giggled “you’re just now figuring that out.”

“Why aren’t you my girlfriend?” Auston questioned aloud.

“you tell me.” You didn’t miss a beat with your reply.

“Because I don’t deserve you.”

The conversation is always the same. Auston hasn’t asked you out cause he doesn’t deserve you, that’s the sweet endearing joke between the two of you.

“And because you’re way smarter than me, and more capable, and going on to be super successful.” One finger wenr up after another as he listed off his reasons.

You simply shook your head and rolled your eyes up at the giant goof.

“I hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“Well you’re insanely hot, really freaking good at hockey, and going on to be a successful NHL player with hot girls throwing themselves at you all the time.” You took your time listing off your items about him. “Hate to break it to ya kid you’re out of my league.”

“I guess will just have to say neither of us deserve each other.”

“And that’s why we’re not dating.”

Auston smiled, but it’s obvious it’s forced and you mirror. “Let’s go I want to spend as much time with you as I can.”

“What about your mom?” You asked once you got in the car and begin adjusting your seat belt.

“I texted her.” Auston looks up from his phone and places it in the consol. “She’s going to dinner with some of the other families. So we have the place ourselves.“

“You know what that means?“ You asked a sly smile placed on your face.

“What does that mean?” Auston backed out of his spot driving with the hand that wasn’t holding yours.

“Cuddling.”

“Lots of it.”

“Of course.” You nodded. Your head rested against the seat admiring the sites around you as Auston drove.

When you get to his shared apartment he opened the door and allowed you in first.

“I’m going to change. The living rooms through there though.” Auston directed.

You first kicked off your shoes then move to the living room where you sat down on the couch and took in your surrounding. Before you can reach for the remote auston entered with a huge blanket. He sat down beside you and pulled it over the both of you.

“Any preferences?” He fliped through the dvds he’d brought with him downstairs.

“This one.” You picked up the movie you have come to love over the many years and times you’ve watched it.

“Are we ever going to watch a diferrent movie?” Auston got up and put “some kind of wonderful” into his DVD player.

“No, probably not.” You smiled. This was the movie you watched in jack Linder’s basement when you hung out for the first time.

“Great.” He sat back down beside you wrapping his arms around your waist.

You don’t watch the movie, but rather auston. The way his large chest moved up and down with each breath and how small your hand looked in his. His thumb ran over yours repeatedly. You admired all the way from his hair to the silver chain that he never takes off from his neck.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.” His voice broke your thoughts and brought you back to reality.

Your cheeks burn bright from being caught. “your handsome.”

Auston turned so he was looking down at you his head resting against the couch. That’s how you remain the both of you looking at each other the movie playing in the background. Auston’s hand found the side of your face and let it rest there before he leant down to kiss you. The kiss was slow and romantic. It was the type that made your legs go weak and your heart race faster. When you pulled away everything seemed hazy except Auston he was in complete focus.

“How was that?”

“Good.” You softly smiled. “really good.”

“better than last time?” The last time You and Auston had kissed was before he left for the season. You were laying in his bed just talking when he leaned down and kissed you.

They’re all great.“ You mumbled.

“You want to see if I can make this one better?”

You nod closing your eyes as Auston Matthews pulled you back into him. One kiss turned into two which turned into three which turned into you making out. Auston gently lifted you onto his lap and placed his hands on your hips. Your hands found the back of his neck and his hair.

He rubbed your back and played with the ends of your hair. Your lungs began to burn and the only sound you could make was a wimper mixed with a moan. Kissing along your jaw and neck Auston got the hint. However it didnt take long for him to return to your lips and start kissing away.

The door opened and closed loudly followed by an apology it caused both of you to jump. You leaned back into the couch hoping it wasn’t obvious how breathless and lightheaded you were. Auston sent you a lazy smile only making you want him even more.

“Hey guys!” Ema called coming into the room a brown bag in one hand her purse in the other.

“Hey mom.” Auston greeted and you waved.

“I brought take out.” She held up the bag glancing at the screen. “Oh I love this movie!”

“(Y/n) loves it too, she chose it.”

“Isn’t it just so sweet?” Ema commented a fond smile taking over.

“Mhm” you looked at the screen seeing the movies already almost over.

“Well I’ll take the food to the kitchen. Come in and get it whenever.” Ema walked into the kitchen leaving you alone once again.

“I could eat right now.” You stated taking the hair tie from your wrist and putting your hair up.

“Um” Auston cleared his throat. “Can you get me something?” He glanced down at his lap where the blanket is covering and you went red, but noddsd nonetheless.

“Sure.” You smiled standing up “I’ll grab you an egg role.”

Meeting You Was Fate

Prompt: May I resubmit the Sonny Carisi oneshot idea I sent a few days ago? About awkwardly meeting over and over again by accident and Sonny finally asking the reader out because it might be fate?

Requester: Anon

Words: 1,930

Warnings: None (very slight mention of rape?? like 1 line)

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No Promises (Part II)

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 995

A/N: Part II to No Promises (click for part I), I hope you all enjoy xxx feel free to send me any requests !

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I sit up, my arm holding my weight as I stare into Shawn’s eyes. “Yes, we can. We can make promises, Shawn.” I state, wanting nothing more than for Shawn to agree with me. He sighs heavily and moves from beneath me, standing up from the couch. I look at him, wondering where he’s going. He runs his hands through his hair frustratedly. “It’s not the big of a deal.” I add trying to pry Shawn into talking. “It is, Y/N!” He exclaims, his voice raised, “it is a big deal because we can’t lose this friendship, I can’t have that. It’s a big deal because I’m gone so often for so long that it would be cruel to both of us. It’s a big deal because I’ve never been in love before and I don’t know how to stop it.” Shawn finishes his rant, almost depleted of all oxygen. I stare at his head of messy hair as he stares at the floor. “Y-you’re in love with me?” I question, feeling ridiculous for asking because maybe he didn’t mean what he said. “Yes, Y/N. Of course I am. How could I not be in love with you?” He says quietly. My heart melts completely at his words, making my head spin.

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Forgetful (Part 2)

Word Count: 1,548
Reader Gender: Female I guess idk 
Warnings: Cussing, car accident,
Love Interest: Pietro Maximoff
Note: I know some of you are like ???? didn’t I read this??? and yes, but you read the other version. I’ve rewritten it because it was brought to my attention that it was vv cringy, and honestly I couldn’t agree more. So, here we are with a new version, and hopefully a better one.

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

lt’s been quite some time since I left Pietro, about a month actually. Pietro has tried calling me more than once, but I’ve ignored him every single time. Why the hell should I pick up? He doesn’t deserve to try to apologize, there’s no excuse for what he did. So, he doesn’t deserve the chance to try and make one. At first, I felt sorry for myself. I blamed me rather than him, and almost called him to try and make up. That’s when Nat and Tony talked some sense into me.

They helped me realize that what he did wasn’t my fault. Now, rather than being sad, I’m just angry. I was angry that he had the audacity to do what he did, then argue with me over it. I was angry that he thought that he wasn’t in the wrong. I was angry at everything he did and said. I liked the anger, it was better than the sadness I had felt. Tony then suggested I take my anger to the training room, and it was a great idea.

I rarely got time to train, let alone the motivation, and I liked it. My combat skills and strength have increased in such a short about of time. It didn’t take long for the news of the break up to spread across to the other members of the team. I already knew that Wanda knew, the both of them were siblings after all. Soon enough the everyone knew, and in turn everyone was angry. Well, we were missing a few people.

Bruce was missing, as usual, and had been missing for a while. I doubted he’d return anytime soon, given his history. Thor simply wasn’t on Earth, and he was probably keeping peace in the realms. I had grown closer to the team, and it was one good thing that came out of The Incident. Bucky and I had become good friends, but Tony still remained my best friend. We were currently watching T.V., Bucky and I had placed bets on the news.

He bet that they’d rerun the Loki story again, even though it’s been quite a while since the incident. I, on the other hand, had bet that they couldn’t milk that story any more than they already have. Unfortunately, it turned out that he was right, once again. I huffed, pulling out a 20 as he just smiled at me, rubbing in the fact that he won. I simply rolled my eyes, shoving the bill into his hand.

“Well, I guess you were right.” I huffed.

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right.” He said.

“I think I liked you more when you were being all dark and brooding.” I said, smiling at the face he made.

“I’m not dark and brooding, I’m a damn delight.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, my bad, I guess I read all the signs wrong.” I joked and I saw him squint.

“What signs are you fucking-” Bucky began, but was silenced by my pillow.

“Watch your fucking mouth, I’m trying to watch the damn news.” I demanded jokingly and he shook his head in disapproval.

“Bitch.” He mumbled.

“Whore.” I shot back.

This was partly why I enjoyed having conversations with Bucky, or any members of the team for that matter. It was easy to talk to them, and it reminded me of how many times Pietro and I fought with one another. A part of me does still love him, I mean, we were together for a long time. I know better than to just go crawling back or something like that. What he did was inexcusable, and that’s all there is to it.

Honestly, I don’t even know what to do with him, but ignoring him seems like a pretty good decision. Even if I were to take him back somehow, he’d have to prove to me that he’s changed. He’d have to prove he’s different, and I’m not sure that he can do that. My phone made a noise, notifying me that I had a text message. I rolled my eyes as I read the message, and it was from none other than Pietro himself.

Please pick up.

No, leave me alone.

Please, I need to talk to you.

No, what you need is a new attitude, and maybe a reality check.

Just give me another chance.

To what? Break my heart again? Not a chance.

Please, just meet me at the park, and give me 5 minutes.

What do I get in return? 5 minutes of Hell?

If you don’t like what I say, then I’ll never bother you again.

That offer did sound rather enticing, especially considering he hasn’t made that offer before. I’ll have to think about it for a moment before giving him an answer. It’d be nice to have him stop trying to call and text me every 5 minutes of every damn day. I sighed as I stared at the screen, noticing Bucky raise an eyebrow at me from the corner of my eye. I showed him the messages that had been exchanged, and he shrugged.

“What should I do, Buck-a-roo?” I asked.

“First, you should stop calling me that. Second, I’d go for it. It’ll get him off your back, and if you don’t want to listen to him, you can just tune him out.” Bucky offered and I nodded.

“Very true,” I nodded, “I’m doing it.”

Fine, but 5 minutes is all you’re getting.

I stood up, shoving my phone in my back pocket before going to slip on my shoes. I didn’t announce my departure, it’s not like I was heading to France or something. Plus, Bucky already knows where I’m going. It’s not that big of a deal, really. I’ll just get scolded by Tony for not telling him where I was going. You know what, I’ll just text him. The last thing I want to do is spend an hour listening to him drone on about the how dangerous it is not telling anyone.

Heading to the park, be back in a few.

I kept my phone in my hand as I walked, expecting Tony to be texting me back soon. Thankfully, the park is right down the street, otherwise I would’ve said no. I’m too lazy to be walking or driving somewhere that’s not close by. I saw Pietro text me again, wondering where I was. He’s always forgetting that he’s literally the only one with super speed. I, a lowly human, must walk at but a snail’s pace to get everywhere.

I texted him, letting him know that I was on my way. I felt my chest tighten a little as I walked down the sidewalk. We haven’t seen one another since what happened, and I had planned on keeping it that way. I just don’t think he can ever grow up, honestly. With everything he did, and how he treated me before, it’s kind of like a slap in the face. Well, if everything goes south, at least I got him off of my back.

I looked both ways before beginning to cross at the crosswalk. My phone rang, and I picked it up once I saw that it was Tony. I looked up, seeing Pietro waiting at the other end. I did a small wave, and he returned it. I started talking to Tony, but everything moved slowly. Well, it moved slow and fast at the same time. Pietro was frozen in shock, the event completely catching him off guard. The headlights of the truck met my eyes, and I was also frozen.

I couldn’t move, and even if I did, the car was too close for me to get out of the way in time. A gasp rushed through my throat, filling my lungs up with pure fear. The hood of the vehicle collided with my abdomen, and I screamed as pain shot through me. I faintly heard Tony yelling onto the phone, but it was knocked out of my grip before I could even get another breath out. I felt one of my legs shatter from the impact.

As my body rolled on top of the hood, I felt my hip bones shatter as well. Due to the speed of the truck, I rolled from the windshield and to the roof. I felt my skin rip under the metal of the vehicle, and the wind get knocked out of me when I was thrown onto the pavement. My body felt like it was on fire, and I knew I had broken more than just my leg and hip. A new pain surged through me as a car drove over me, others screeching to a halt.

I would’ve screamed, but my senses were overridden with pain. Darkness dotted my vision as my ears faintly picked up my name being called. My lids were slowly closing, the pain and the darkness persuading them to shut. I was lifeless, and I couldn’t move anything if I tried. Everything hurt too much, and it was difficult to breath. I felt a hand go on my cheek, registering a voice but not registering what they were saying.

“Please, please stay with me.” A voice said.

Everything went black.

How to Deal with Park Chanyeol

Summary: In which Kyungsoo makes a list of all the different methods he tries to deal with Park Chanyeol.

Note: So, I love exosexo, right. (She’s my literal favorite, one of the reasons I plucked the courage to make this blog) and she uploaded a “How to Deal with Park Chanyeol Trailer” yesterday and I felt inspired to write something based of it. I hope you will all enjoy!

Credit:  exosexo
Video: How to Deal with Park Chanyeol Trailer

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images/videos used. 

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Originally posted by drugnamedexo

1. Ignore him

Kyungsoo closed his eyes tightly shut as his head rests in the crook of his own arm that lay against the table. With each call of his name, his teeth sunk deeper into his lower lip, he had to stop himself with the metallic taste of his own blood flooded into his tongue. It was days like this that he literally considered killing Park Chanyeol.

“I’m going to stop bugging until you respond to me~”

Kyungsoo could practically hear the smirk Chanyeol was wearing from the words he spoke. It was so unbelievable he could just punch him… though he promised Junmyeon he wouldn’t fight, and that’d he’d try with everything in him to just get along with-

“Kyungsoo- ah~”  

“What?” Kyungsoo jumped up, his voice uncontrollably snappy as his fist banged against the table in annoyance. His large, fiery eyes landed on Chanyeol’s smug face as he said, “Hi.”

Then, Chanyeol stood up and left, laughing as he went.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by ignoring him

2. Kill him

If Kyungsoo wanted to murder Chanyeol, he could probably do it. An accidental slip of a knife to the heart while he’s cooking, or incidentally leaning on something that could fall and crush Chanyeol to pieces - no, actually that would never work, his ego was too big for anything to crush it.

Kyungsoo watched Chanyeol in the corner of his eye, observing the way Chanyeol was smirking to a reflection of himself in the mirror as he ran his long fingers through his freshly cut brown hair. In a certain light, he almost looked attractive, that was until Kyungsoo realised he was slowly starting to lose his mind. Chanyeol’s always talking about how handsome he is, maybe Kyungsoo has heard it so many times he’s starting to believe it.

The thought made him want to kill the idiot even more.

Though even though it was idealistic, it wasn’t practical - and spending God knows how many years in prison was not worth it for the sake of Chanyeol.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by killing him.

3. Tell him to “fuck off”

A photo shoot should be easy. Compared to dance routines and performing live, it should maintain a low stress level for any normal idol group. But of course, EXO isn’t a normal idol group, especially when it includes Park Chanyeol.

Every time the idiot insists on opening his stupid mouth, the words that escape are either bigging up himself or stomping someone else down and Kyungsoo is sick of it.

He’d distanced himself from the others, seeking a moment of peace and quiet outside the studio to let himself take a second to breath, that was until Chanyeol’s voice tore his final nerve.

“What are you doing out here, it’s cold -”

“Chanyeol, fuck off!”

Kyungsoo looked back at the other male, who had a big, kicked- puppy expression on his face. The expression passed as soon as it appeared though, and his smirk was soon riding back on his lips.

“Fuck off? Right now? Are you sure, there’s a lot of people around, Soo, I wouldn’t want us to get caught. Nice to know you think of me like that though -  and that you’re into doing it in public, I’ll consider that in mind for future reference.”

Kyungsoo wished he’d have used his last option by killing him.

Because you cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by telling him to fuck off.

4. Kick him

The fourth attempt of dealing with Park Chanyeol is kicking him. Though even that was also proven completely ineffective.

“Didn’t the photo shoot pictures come out great? I knew I looked amazing, Kyungsoo- ah even said he wanted to fu-”

Kyungsoo struck his foot under the table and slammed his foot into Chanyeol’s leg.

“Ah~ you want to play a romantic game of footsie under the table now? You’re so cute~ See, I have an admirer everyone.”

As Kyungsoo seethed in anger, he realised that:

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by kicking him.

5. Ask Baekhyun for help

Kyungsoo thought it would be a good idea to take his frustrations to his trusted friend Baekhyun. The two sat in Baekhyun’s room, the two of them venting about how irrational and annoying their band mate was.

“He said, ‘be grateful I gave you the cup’” Baekhyun ended his story about the time Chanyeol had told him to get himself a nonexistent cup of tea.

“I will kill him for free!” Kyungsoo raged in response, throwing a pillow from the sofa beside him onto the floor, some sadistic thought in his mind imagining it was Chanyeol’s head.

“Worst comes to worse you could break his heart, since you’re apparently so infatuated with him. You know, he talks about you a lot these days.” Baekhyun mentioned, as if he was slowly trying to break something to Kyungsoo.

“Yah! Be thankful he’s not talking about himself for once.” Kyungsoo spat as Baekhyun smirked - somehow it was worse than Chanyeol’s, or maybe it was the words that went with it;

“Maybe he’s starting to like you as much as he likes himself, Soo.”

And that’s how Baekhyun became number 2 on Kyungsoo’s hit list.

You cannot deal with Park Chanyeol by asking Byun Baekhyun for help.

6. Never ask Baekhyun for help

Kyungsoo decided to repeat this fact twice on his list, because seeing the smirks Baekhyun now gives him from across the room painfully reminds him that he needs to get better friends.

You can DEFINATELY not deal with Park Chanyeol by asking Byun Baekhyun for help.

7. Stay with him

It wasn’t until this pivotal moment that Kyungsoo eradicated the idea of killing Chanyeol. It seemed that despite his self-loving exterior, there is a human and emotions in him somewhere, something Kyungsoo found out while it was just the two of them in the dorm when everyone else went out.

“Kyungsoo, I thought you and the others all went out.”

Chanyeol looked startled, like a deer in headlights, and it was the first time that Kyungsoo had seen him in such a tearful state. Kyungsoo never did find out what Chanyeol was upset about, but he did learn that to shit with Chanyeol’s head in the crook of his neck as he seeks support in someone with such a vulnerable state is more satisfying than it should be.

You can start to deal with Park Chanyeol by staying with him.

8. Talk to him

After that day Kyungsoo had found Chanyeol crying, it seemed as though Chanyeol was more of a person than Kyungsoo had ever imagined than a demon from hell who purely existed to torture him on a daily basis.

Even though the other members teased them, befriending Chanyeol seemed much easier than Kyungsoo had ever found it. By talking - even about the most insignificant things at 3am, you find that Chanyeol isn’t always cocky, it’s always obnoxious - in fact, he may even be a little insecure, under the thick layers of false senses of confidence.

“Do you want some help cooking Kyungsoo?” Chanyeol asked from the counter he just sat himself down on.

“No, stay out the way, you’re practically a walking hazard.” Kyungsoo reminded him as he moved the pan onto the hob.

“Alright, I’ll just admire you from afar, then.”

You can deal with Park Chanyeol slightly more by talking to him.

9. Understand him

Kyungsoo found himself lay on his back in Chanyeol’s bed beside him, both of them looking up at the ceiling at they talked. They’d been like this for hours, palm to palm and talking as if there was no limit on time. Talking to Chanyeol means you can understand him, and understanding him leads to so much more.

“Do you think I’m a pain in the ass too?” Chanyeol asked, smiling, as if he already knew the answer Kyungsoo would give him.

“Yes, more than anyone else I’ve ever met.”

“Oh Kyungsoo-ah, you won’t know pain in the ass until I give it to you.”

Kyungsoo turned his head to see Chanyeol grinning at the ceiling, his cheeks flushing red like a teenager confessing their crush. Chanyeol flicked his head to look at Kyungsoo too.

They stayed looking at each other for a long moment, and it wasn’t until Kyungsoo’s lips were sealed with Chanyeol’s that he realised;

You can deal with Park Chanyeol by understanding him.

10. Love him

Despite knowing smirks and teasing comments, it’s the perfect life dealing with Park Chanyeol. Kyungsoo is happier than ever before as he writes his final stage for dealing with Park Chanyeol, putting his list to a final close.

You can happily deal with Park Chanyeol by loving him.

based on this artwork by @kaciart

Finally, finally, they had gotten the chance to stay in a hotel. Not one of those run down though still wonderful motels they passed all the time, or the caravans that they rented because actual mattresses and facilities couldn’t be passed up for long. But an honest to six hotel cost a lot of money and they had finally saved enough for them to rent a room. Hunts for days as well as chasing leads for all those royal tombs had them all but dragging feet to get into the room. Almost immediately a fight for the shower broke out between the three others he was with, Ignis citing reasons why he should get first shower, Prompto trying to use his admittedly adorable expression to make it in first. In the end though it was Gladio that had gotten in first, while Noctis himself all but passed out on the bed that he and his shield would occupy right up until the point when it was time to bunk down.

Noctis always slept with Ignis because the man could single handedly calm whatever terrors he had with very little effort. Other reasons could be brought up, but the point of it was Gladio slept near the door to be the first to defend them if needed be and he didn’t care if Prompto clung to him while sleeping. Ignis himself enjoyed how still his prince was while sleeping. But up until they were ready to bunk down they swapped, Noctis with either Gladio or Prompto and Ignis with whomever he chose.

Distantly, he realized that his shield had returned and was urging him to get up and go clean up. The argument was made that he can sleep the moment he was clean and in sleep clothes, but not sooner than that. So he did move, trudging in with grumbles of too much logic and why he wasn’t allowed to just shower in the morning, but he did so now with little more complaint. Stepping out of the bathroom, his mind vehemently protested the fact that the room was colder than where he’d been, especially given that he was in a tanktop ( one of Gladio’s old ones, because they were too big and wonderfully comfortable ) and boxers. The covers would be cold, inside and out, so really his choice was made.

The book in Gladio’s hand was quietly pushed aside and his quiet words of reproach ignored in favor of laying against he expanse of muscle that he flaunted day in and day out. Noctis gave little care that his hair was wet, because he knew the other was not only warm to start, but would still be slightly warmer because of his shower. In response, the book was set aside in favor of retrieving the towel around his shoulders and gently fluffing his hair until no water clung to it. Only then was he pulled up to rest entirely on Gladio’s torso, head coming to rest on his collarbone with a sigh.

Around them was a scuffle as to who was next ( as Noctis hadn’t chosen who would take the next one ) before Prompto ultimately won out and Ignis came to sit beside them on the bed, making quiet conversation with the other elder of their group. Something about what they would do tomorrow, how dangerous they were willing to be to make up the vast amount of money they’d spent on this room, or where it was they’d be camping for the future. He didn’t hear the responses though he could certainly feel Gladio responding by the vibrations in his chest. It was nice all things considered, but they brought him out of the sleep like state he was in. Would that he could pull a hand up to keep him from talking and clamp it over his mouth to silence the words coming out, but with his arms pinned underneath him and Gladio’s arm holding him close, there was little in the way of silencing he could manage.

Would that he could have joined in any other conversation for the evening, or any of the games that likely were played before everyone turned in, but the past few days of warping around and putting enough magic in flasks for the other three to be able to power a city through whatever means had drained him of any and all energy he had to spare. 

In the morning he would not have moved much, laying on his side and still clutched to his shield’s chest while Ignis tried valiantly to pull the prince from his clutches. It was his turn to help cook breakfast in the small kitchenette that they had or it would have been if he’d been able to escape, but the death grip he was in was more effort than it was worth to pull him out of. Drifting back off was easy when one was enveloped in warmth and though it was only an hour later when he woke alone he felt none of the chill he perhaps should have.

What truly got him out of bed was Prompto teasing him with a picture he took after he’d passed out. Noctis had to get up before he was allowed to see, and he was glad that he did. Prompto’s skill with a camera had done him well again. The picture showed Noctis on top of Gladio, his lower half situated between Gladio’s bent but spread legs, while his arms lay half pinned beneath him and between the other’s arms. Gladio himself had also managed to fall asleep at that point, the arm that had been holding his book laying off the side of the bed and loosely gripping the book as if dropping it weren’t the worst thing in the world.

On either side of them were the other two, taking advantage of their lowered defenses. Ignis looked like he was trying to pull the book free while Prompto was both aiming the camera and trying very hard to pester the sleeping men. Judging by the next picture, in which Gladio had rolled over onto his side and pulled his sleeping partner closer to his chest, the blonde had succeeded in irritating him enough to get a response though it wasn’t at all what they’d planned on.

The series of pictures ( because the creative choice had been to continue pissing off the man that could easily break any one of them ) had Noctis smiling while he ate the quickly prepared toast and eggs. If he saved the first picture to his phone to show Gladio later Prompto said nothing, merely going on about how photogenic most of them were and how they gave him the best shots.

The prince just needed to make absolutely certain to put his best friend in the hot seat next time. Maybe seeing how he couldn’t move and had to put up with Gladio and Ignis would give the perfect fodder for embarrassing pictures of him.