#but these messages are starting 2 become so fucking out of pocket i need 2 make a collage and put them on a tshirt

[velvettvomit]

one of my irls told me i shouldnt be so open about being a paraphile and i should call myself a “ performance artist “

#???? #quoting itll be a bad move for me later on in life #thank you for talking about me?? #this has been happening a lot recently #just not 2 this extent its more been weird side comments and stuff when im out and about and someone recognizes me #but these messages are starting 2 become so fucking out of pocket i need 2 make a collage and put them on a tshirt #velvettvomit

[keerysfreckles]

bad ideas right? — LN4 (au)

pairing: fratboy!lando x fem!reader (college au)

summary: during her senior year of college, y/n and her ex get too close for comfort. it was a bad idea, right?

warnings: swearing, kissing, alcohol consumption, sexual themes mentioned but no smut written, bit of a long fic, based on the song "bad idea right?" by olivia rodrigo

a/n: WHAT ON EARTH IS IN THE MIAMI AIR PLS HE LOOKS TOO GOOD

masterlist !

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y/n didn't remember why her friends dragged her to the 2-star bar at the edge of campus. her brain was becoming fuzzy as the night went on. she's had maybe five drinks, not that she was complaining. herself and her three friends were dancing ridiculously as a song full of bass blared through the speakers.

two of the girls makeup was starting to smudge, one had lost a single shoe, and y/n's loose black dress was definitely the wrong option for tonight. but none of them cared. they all needed this night out before the stress of finals month started.

y/n's phone rang multiple times in the past seven and a half minutes, but couldn't hear or feel the small vibration. on the ninth call she realised her phone was lighting up in her pocket. her eyes struggled to focus on the name, but soon registered the name and number to her ex, lando norris.

the asshole who broke her heart sophomore year. the dick who left her out in the rain after kicking her out of his dorm. the shithead who then ignored her for the following year because she told him what they had was "messy". y/n l/n believed lando norris was the bane of her existence.

so why was he calling her?

he missed her.

twenty three minutes before the first phone call, lando was pacing back and forth in his untidied dorm room. he debated calling for two main reasons. he truly wanted to apologize for the way he's treated her for the past two years, and he was genuinely curious on how she was doing.

the reason for calling her so late was simply because earlier in the day his thumb hovered over her contact to delete it. however, he internally scolded himself when he simply shoved his phone back into his pocket.

lando knew he fucked up with the girl. he knew he hurt her, but he fears he'll never know how much he twisted her heart and proceeded to throw it into the dirt.

so he called her. but was left on voicemail eight– now nine times. he could recite the damn recording after tonight. "hi, it's y/n. i'm probably out so if you'd leave a message that be amazing. thanks! bye!"

on the other side of campus, the four insanely drunk friends were trying to walk back to their two dorm rooms. their arms were all linked together as they walked slowly and in anything but a straight line.

in the span of five minutes the girls got maybe thirty feet away from the club, still laughing over nothing and everything at the same time. y/n groaned in annoyance once she felt her phone ringing again.

this time however, her brain skipped the part to take the time to look at who the caller was. so she answered.

"hello?" she giggles into the phone. she lets go of her friends arms, staying a few feet behind them.

"y/n," her heart twists and her throat tightens at the voice on the other end.

"lando," her voice is quiet.

"why didn't you answer any of my calls?"

lando doesn't miss the giggle and slight slur to her words as she spoke, "me and my friends were out. why? are you some kind of spy now? you just have to know where i am?"

lando goes to speak again, but hears y/n giggle after a curse word falls her lips. the girl can't help but laugh as she tripped over the small crack in the sidewalk, making her phone fall to the floor.

"y/n are you okay? do you guys need me to come get you?"

after two attempts y/n is able to pick up her phone, while one friend tries getting her off the ground.

lando doesn't get a cohesive response, now that two other girl's voices and druken laughter were flooding the speaker.

y/n finally gets to her feet and puts the phone on speaker, "lan, we're just going back to our rooms."

lando's cheeks flush lightly at the nickname he hasn't heard her use in practically forever. he runs a hand over his face, debating on if his idea is stupid or not.

he sighs, "just stay where you guys are alright? i'll come find you and take you back safely."

before y/n can respond, the line goes dead.

so now the four girls were spread out slightly on the cold sidewalk, at least four blocks from their building. two girls were trying their best to look up at the stars without falling over. while y/n and the other were sitting on the curb, leaning against each other.

lando would admit he's surprised that he didn't get a speeding ticket the whole time he was in the car. he took the route from y/n's dorm room, that he's only been in once this year, and drove in the direction of three different bars.

after no luck, he turned around and called y/n again. at the sound of her drunk giggles, he was starting to get annoyed. yes, this was his own idea, but he couldn't live with himself if he knew they were out and he couldn't do anything about it.

after several minutes, he finally got some sort of address out of the girl.

y/n could already feel her head pounding as her friend beside her continued to ramble on about the color green. y/n knew neither of them would remember this conversation in the morning.

her friend cut herself off, "ow! who turned the sun on?"

the "sun" was actually the headlights of lando's dark blue car. y/n leaned over to see him pulling over to their side of the road.

lando muttered out a curse word or two at the state of y/n and her friends. y/n watched as lando struggled to get the three of her friends crammed into the backseat of his car. he managed to get them inside without hitting their heads, so he considered it a job well done.

"c'mon," he held both hands out to help y/n off the curb. she subconsciously leaned into him while he helped her into the front seat. once he triple checked they were all buckled, he gave each of them a water bottle before driving in the direction of their dorm rooms.

the drive was quiet, despite the few druken burps let out between all the girls.

lando had a solid game plan once he parked into the front row outside of the girls' senior building. he would get one out at a time and safely into their room.

after getting one girl out of the backseat, y/n taps on her closed window, catching lando's attention.

"you're gonna need their passcode to unlock the door," her voice was scratcy, but lando could tell the water helped her sober up slightly.

lando thanked y/n after she told him both room codes, which made getting the girls inside much easier. he locked the car doors after each girl, and was quick as he could be to get them to their beds.

two girls were able to walk slightly, while carrying the third was just easier. now y/n was leaning against lando as they went up the single flight of stairs. he kept his grip on her while typing in the code, but y/n didn't let go when the door unlocked.

she silently turned and hugged him. the action caught him off guard for a second, before he held her head to his chest.

"are you gonna be okay?"

"i've missed you lan," y/n completely ignores his question, and he knows she's sincere when her grip slightly tightens on the back of his shirt.

y/n looks up at lando, losing her train of thought now that she gets a good look at him for the first time that night. her cheeks flush at how he's looking down at her, with his stupid backwards hat, and his stupid curls.

lando stares back at her, watching her widened pupils flick between his own eyes.

"i've missed you too," he fianlly admits out loud.

before y/n leaves to go in her room, she leans up to place a kiss on his cheek. the action instantly makes lando's brain fuzzy, as well as the girl's. lando smiles slightly before leaning forward to kiss y/n's forehead.

"call me if you need anything, 'kay?"

y/n nods, watching him now walk down the hallway. she lets out a loud groan once her head hits her pillow. her brain's telling her one thing, but her heart is telling her another.

she groans once more, knowing if she debated this any longer she'd only give herself an even bigger headache. she isn't sure if lando left the parking lot yet, so she throws on a pair of shoes without tying them, and runs down the hallway and back down the stairs.

she's surprised she didn't trip, but the thought leaves her head once she calls lando's name.

his movements stop, his hand halting on the handle of the driver's side door.

his eyebrows instantly furrow, "are you okay?" he doesn't get an answer, y/n only walks over to him with a certain look of determination filling her features.

"is something wrong?" he asks again, now that she's in front of him.

y/n doesn't answer again. two seconds pass until y/n pulls lando's face down to hers. the grip on his neck is soft and firm at the same time while her lips press to his.

lando kisses back almost immediately, one of his hands going to her waist while the other holds the back of her head.

"wait, shit you're not still super drunk are you?" lando pulls back, his lips barely hovering over hers, but concern filled his words.

"yes," y/n nods, "lan i've never wanted anything more."

she sucks in a breath, slightly regretting her choice of words. however her shoulders relax once a smirk makes its way across lando's face, before he's pulling her back towards him.

lando walks backwards, bringing y/n with him, before opening the door to the backseat.

y/n lets out a small laugh, "really?"

lando shrugs, "we can't really fuck in your room with your sleeping roommate." he pulls y/n with him, with her closing the door behind her immediately. her legs rest on either side of his, as his hands move to her thighs, starting to bunch up the material of her dress.

lando pulls away from the kiss once more, "you're sure you really want this?" he can barely concentrate on her answer while she threads the hair at the back of his neck between his fingers.

"i need you lan, please," she's desperate and she knows it, but she couldn't care less.

—

with lando's car now midly humid and smelling like sweat, he runs his fingers up and down y/n's back under her (his) shirt. he heard her breathing even out maybe three minutes ago, as well as her hand going limp by his waist. he knew she'd be out for the rest of the night.

9 am rolls around rather quickly, and y/n wakes up to a repetitive knocking. her eyebrows furrow before she wipes the sleep from her eyes. turning, she's met with a very amused roommate outside of lando's car.

"shit," y/n mumbles. she sits up while shaking a sleeping lando.

"lan, c'mon wake up, steph is outside."

lando wakes surprisingly easily, waving awkwardly at y/n's roommate as she gets out of the car.

"sleep well?" steph jokes, walking quickly after y/n who's almost running up to their dorm.

"want to explain why you were with a shirtless lando, sleeping in his car on this fine saturday morning?"

"no, no i don't," y/n replies while typing in the code to their shared room.

"you seriously slept with him? after what he did to you?" steph asks.

"we were just," y/n pauses, "sleeping."

steph lets out a loud laugh, "sure, and i was just on the phone with the president."

steph closes the door behind her, hearing y/n groan.

"what are you doing here?" she asks the others in the room, rachel and brianna, her other close friends.

"we got a call from steph saying to come here right away," rachel answers, smirking at y/n.

"now we know why this urgent meeting was called," brianna chuckles from y/n's bed.

steph pulls out one of the desk chairs before sitting, "y/n totally had sex with lando last night," she speaks up.

"steph!"

"shit, really?"

"y/n i thought you promised yourself not to be with him again."

y/n rolls her eyes, "i'm not with him or anything. i only see him as a friend."

steph can't help but laugh, as brianna chuckles, "lying to yourself won't help the situation hun."

a small vibration hums, and rachel picks up y/n's phone before squealing. "if he thinks you're just friends, then why did he just text you asking to come to his party tonight?"

"what?" brianna and steph practically jump to look over rachel's shoulders. y/n just grabs her phone as she reads the text herself.

"well, what if you guys come with me?"

brianna shakes her head, "nope, he asked you specifically."

"if he wanted all of us there he would've been more clear," steph adds.

y/n puts her head in her hands, her mind already swarming with what could happen if she goes to lando's stupid party.

her phone hums in her hand again, and she reads the text out loud knowing her friends would ask about it.

"it'd be a small hangout with maybe twenty of us, just want you to be there," y/n can't help but smile at the words on the screen.

her three friends gush at lando's text.

"we can help you with your outfit!" rachel squeals again.

"are you going to go for hot or slutty? or both?"

"guys!" y/n laughs, "the party isn't till tonight."

steph stands, "she's right. we'll get out of your hair so you can sleep, and get rid of this sex-driven hangover you have," y/n sends her a glare.

"just text us when you need us!" brianna calls before the three of them leave y/n alone in the room.

—

"when did you get this little number?" steph pulls out a small red dress from the back of y/n's closet.

steph, brianna and rachel came back to the room an hour ago. rachel helped with y/n's makeup and hair, while brianna and steph were trying to find the perfect outfit.

y/n already vetoed three of steph's picks, stating they were too much for a simple dorm party.

she continues shaking her head at both girl's picks, just making them groan.

"aha!" brianna now pulls out a short dark green velvet dress, with spaghetti straps that cross and twist in the back.

when y/n doesn't shake her head instantly, steph throws both her hands up, "she loves it!"

"no, no i never said that."

steph shrugs, "you basically said it without words."

she takes the dress from brianna, "it's not that bad. only problem is i can't wear a bra with it."

brianna laughs while steph explains, "if you're gonna get laid again, bra's only waste time."

"i'm not having sex with lando tonight!" y/n defends.

"who said anything about lando?" rachel jokes, making y/n's cheeks flush.

y/n triple checks her hair and makeup after steph threw a pair of converse at her, explaining how strappy heels are just another obstacle for horny college guys.

considering lando's dorm room was only a block away, y/n insisted she was fine with walking by herself. she sent the small four person group chat when she started walking up the two flights of stairs to lando's floor.

y/n didn't know why she was nervous. she saw lando less than twenty-four hours ago, and it's not like this is the first time being inside his room.

before anymore consuming thoughts fill her brain, she knocks quickly at the door.

damn, y/n thinks to herself, seeing lando leaning against the doorframe. she hates to admit it, but she doesn't think she's seen anyone look as good as lando does at this very moment.

white shoes cover his feet, with baggy jeans and a white t-shirt, with that stupid backwards hat covering his curls again.

"you just gonna stand and stare all night?" lando smirks, and y/n simply ducks under his arm to go inside. "sure, come on in, make yourself at home," he mutters while closing the door.

the first hour since y/n's gotten there goes by smoothly. like lando said, there was probably sixteen people crammed into his dorm room, with loud music playing and drinks were being poured left and right.

lando, subconsciously or not, stood near y/n almost the entire night. when he gave her a shot he stood next to her after she downed the alcohol. when there was a group talking, lando was sure to be around if y/n was there. at one point lando's hand was on the small of y/n's back, not that she was complaining.

as people started dispersing from lando's dorm room, y/n helped him tidy up. she threw any beer bottles or cans into the garbage bag lando held open for her. he asked if she needed a ride home, but assured she'd be fine considering she only had two shots the whole night.

"thanks for the invite lan," y/n smiles up at him as he leans against the door frame again, watching as she started to walk down the hallway.

"i'm glad you came," he states, making the girl turn to face him. "i'm sorry i've ignored you for the past two years, and treated you like shit."

lando looks down at his shoes, only to find the tops of y/n's shoes now in front of his. he lifts his head, seeing y/n was in front of him now, and not down the hallway.

"why did you treat me like that?" y/n's voice wasn't angry or filled with venom, she just sounded confused.

"i told myself i wasn't ready for the commitment of a relationship," lando's voice is quiet, as he regrets his past actions.

"it's stupid, believe me i–"

"would you tell yourself that now?" she cuts him off.

"what?" it completely catches the brit off gaurd.

"would you say you're not ready for commitment now?"

lando chuckles dryly, "i don't– i don't know y/n. where is this coming from?"

before y/n can think straight, her words leave her lips faster than her brain allows them to stop.

"i'm not sure if you've noticed, but i miss you lan. i really do. i think about you way more than i should, probably five times a day at least. almost everything i do reminds me of you and i hate it. i hate how i can't just call you to ask you to come over and watch a movie. i hate how much of an idiot i was when i actually walked away from your room," y/n takes a breath before continuing, not noticing lando's sincere look. "i should've turned around and tried harder to get you back, and i've kicked myself in the ass everyday because i didn't."

lando doesn't say anything at first, still taking all of her words in carefully. y/n swallowed before turning back around to walk away from the boy who broke her heart, she wasn't going to let him break it again.

her movements stopped once she felt a hand on her wrist.

lando simply pulls her back in front of him, catching her other arm with his other hand as she slightly tripped over her own feet. he moves his hand from her wrist to the side of her face.

lando's adams apple bobs before bringing y/n's lips to his. he stands up straighter once her hands reach his waist. y/n goes to pull away, but lando has other plans when he pushes the back of her nack, crashing his lips to hers.

the pair stumble backwards back into his dorm, moving around the small kitchen to go to his room. on the way, both of their shoes are discarded somewhere by the front door, as well as lando's hat and y/n's phone and wallet.

lando's shirt and belt are hastily taken off by y/n before he lays down on his bed, quick to pull the girl on top of him. he sits up slightly as the two begin to kiss again, a bit slower but more than passionate this time.

lando pulls back for a moment, taking in the sight of the girl in his lap. her hair already tangled in places from his fingers running through the strands. her widened pupils from anything but alcohol this time.

he leans forward again, capturing her lips in between his, as his left hand moves to her shoulder. the slow and intimate moment is new for the both of them, as he slowly pushes the strap of y/n's dress off her shoulder.

"i'll take care of you," lando admits, "i won't try and push you away this time."

"i won't let you," y/n whispers with a shake of her head, before pulling his chin to kiss him again.

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[mingispelvis]

7 Minutes in Heaven

First time ever writing smut. Please be kind or provide feedback if you choose to read :)

Genre: yunho x afab!reader ft ot8 Length: 3.9k Summary: a drinking game turns into Yunho eating you

NSFW warnings under cut

Warnings: oral sex female receiving, alcohol consumption, yunho has no personality he's just a means to an end

A long week of promoting, practicing, and preparing winds to a close as the clock ticks towards 5:00pm. You couldn’t be more excited to spend the weekend Netflix and Chill-ing with your stuffed animals and a superfluous amount of unhealthy snacks. You’d been staying in the ATEEZ dorm while working as a stylist for their little brother group and you went ahead and hit up the group chat to let them know you were on the way home.

~Me~: I’m headed home. You guys want me to grab dinner on the way? (5:04pm)

~MomHwa~: PLEASE. I’m starving (5:04pm)

~Woo~: Chicken???? (5:06pm)

~Joongie~: We’ve had chicken three nights in a row. No more chicken. (5:08pm)

~Woo~: TT (5:08pm)

~Maknae~: I kinda want chicken again…get chicken (Y/N)-ah. (5:10pm)

You roll your eyes and place your phone in your back pocket. By the time they finish disagreeing, you’ll be in the dorms, up the stairs, in your PJs, and snuggled under the covers. You pull out one airpod and place it in your ear to continue listening to your favorite Friday playlist (but still have an ear out for any potential hazards). Your phone continues to buzz like a bumblebee with continuous messages from the boys, but you ignore it and fall deeper into your music as you walk the familiar streets. You’ve been working at KQ for a while now, and the boys of ATEEZ had sort of become like your brothers, so it startled you when your thoughts started slipping into sensual territory while listening to Deja Vu. As idols, the eight boys were clearly attractive, duh. But there’s no reason your lower belly should be fluttering and flipping as it is now that you’re imagining Yunho slowly turning his hips in the chorus choreo. You push the thought out of your head almost as quickly as it arrived, but it returned as quickly as it left.

“What the fuck is wrong with me today?” You think while scrunching up your nose. “Yunho’s a teddy bear. A golden retriever. And, like, my best friend. He’s not hot. Well..he is hot. But he’s not…UGH.”

You roll your eyes and pull your phone back out of your pocket to clear the stacks of messages you know you have.

*20 Messages above* 

~Yuyu~: Mingi and I will get the chicken. Who wants to grab drinks? (5:18pm)

Drinks? There goes your Netflix and Chill date with yourself. When the boys get drinks, they pout and whine and tug and pull until you’re 5 sojus in and 3 articles of clothing less.

~Mountain~: Wooyoung come with me to get drinks!!!!! :) :) :) (5:20pm)

By 6pm you were happily chowing down on chicken and laughing with the boys. By 6:30pm you were all sitting in the living room nursing a few preliminary beers, and you knew you’d need back up. The 2 cases of soju loomed eerily in your periphery, peeking out from behind the kitchen archway. You stepped away to call your best friend, Jihyo. She was ten times more willing and 100 times more fun than you and a perfect buffer for whatever drunken torture the boys could cook up for you. By 7:15pm, you were one bottle of soju in and Jihyo had suggested a drinking game. 

“The name of the game is King’s Cup!” Jihyo announced loudly, commanding the attention of the lively group. “Everyone sit in a circle on the floor.”

You all obliged without hesitation. You were sat with your back against the base of the loveseat. To your left, Wooyoung cuddled against San, who was to his left. Hongjoong sat to the left of San, with his back against the foot of the longer couch. Mingi and Seonghwa followed. Directly across from you, already smirking and wiggling her eyebrows at you, sat Jihyo. Jongho followed, then Yeosang, and finally, to your right was Yunho. He also sat leaning on the foot of the third, longer couch. You crossed your legs at the same time as Yunho, and you felt electricity as your knees slightly brushed. 

“Oh sorry!” you exhaled lightly as he mumbled something similar. You could have sworn you saw his ears turn a light pink as he quickly looked down to the floor.

“Enough flirting, you two!” Jihyo pouted, pointed at you and Yunho. “I’m trying to explain how to play King’s Cup.” She began explaining before you could protest. 

“You’re gonna pick a card from the stack, and depending on what it is, you’ll have to do something. If it’s an ace, it’s a waterfall so we all drink. Two is “you”, which means you choose someone to drink. Three is “me”, which means whoever drew the card drinks. Four is “floor”. Everyone has to put their hand on the floor as fast as possible. Loser drinks. Five is guys, so guys drink. Six is chicks, so (Y/N) and I drink. Seven is heaven. Same as four but hands to the sky, guys. Stay with me. Are you guys even listening??”

Wooyoung and San were whispering and giggling to each other. You saw a lot of empty soju bottles in their future.

Jihyo sighed and continued. “Eight is mates. Whoever draws picks a friend that has to take a shot with them..and…I don’t know, maybe we’ll spice it up a little. You have to sit in their lap and link arms to take the shot.”

You look over at Yunho to find him already looking at you. This time you’re sure you saw the tips of his ears turn red. You both turned away quickly. That fluttery feeling returns to your core and you can tell the soju is magnifying that feeling.

“Jack is Never Have I Ever”, Jihyo had continued on while you were debating your newfound unease around Yunho. “Queen is my favorite. It’s dare. Not truth or dare. Just dare. And finally, King. Pull a king and you chug your drink. Everyone good? I’ll start.”

Jihyo shuffles the cards expertly and pulls out a six of hearts. You pour your peach Soju into a shot glass and throw it back to whoops and cheers from the group. Jongho picked a four of clubs. Glasses wobbled and there was a palpable “thump” as hands hit the floor. Wooyoung, hanging off of San’s shoulder, had his hand straight in the air. You heard raucous laughter in the background, but you could only focus on your steadily increasing heart rate. It felt like time had slowed, like in a movie. Yunho had put his left hand down milliseconds before your right landed in the same spot. You could feel his hand tense under yours, as if he wanted to pull away, but he just couldn’t. The heat pooled in your cheeks and the wetness pooled in your panties. 

Has it really been so long since you’ve been intimate that a simple hand touch with a hot guy can arouse you? Fuck it. The soju is flowing through you and you can see how flustered Yunho is. You’re going for it.

Rounds of sixes, threes, fours, and tens passed by with empty soju bottles racking up and inhibitions wearing thin. Seonghwa pulled the first jack of the night. “OHMYGODYES! Never have I EVER!” Jihyo screamed and clapped, preparing her five fingers. “You go first Seonghwa.” 

“Ok…never have I ev-” 

“WAIT!” Jihyo interrupted, “Nothing boring like skydiving or bungee jumping.”

“I’ve done that so, yeah, I agree” Mingi piped up.

“Make it sexy! It’s 불금(Bulgeum)!” Jihyo bounced happily in place.

Seonghwa sighed, shook his head, and placed his forefinger and thumb between his brows. “Ok fine. Never have I ever, I don’t know, gotten road head.”

Jongho quietly put down a finger, but Yunho was too observant to let it go. “WOAH MAKNAE!” He laughed heartily, clapping. 

“You gotta tell us the story if you’re the only one to put down a finger Jongho!” Jihyo put her hands on his shoulders and shook him back and forth slowly. 

“It was just some girl when I was, like, 16.” Jongho started. “She just kinda tried it while I was taking her home from the movies. It didn’t really work.” He shrugged nonchalantly. 

A chorus of “boo’s” erupted from the circle.

“My turn, my turn! Ok,” Jihyo started. “Never have I ever dry humped someone until I came.”

Both Mingi and Yunho put a finger down, silently thanking the other that they didn’t have to tell an embarrassing story from their youth.

Jongho’s eyes narrowed and a smirk slowly crept across his face. “I got a good one.” He stares directly into Yunho’s soul and states “Never have I ever masturbated to the instagram story of a KQ stylist.” 

All heads whip around to stare at Yunho. Yunho’s lips turn thin, his eyebrows furrow, and his entire face turns red with anger as he harshly puts a finger down. Wooyoung whispers, “Hyung? Are you ok?”

“Tell the story, hyung” Jongho goads.

Hongjoong starts to chastise the maknae, “Hey woah woah, this is a fun game. Yunho, you don’t have to-”

“Holiday party.” Yunho is boring holes into Jongho with his eyes as he ignores his elder’s request. “She posted a picture of herself in a sexy black dress. Strapless bodycon, I think it’s called, with a slit in the leg. Red lipstick. I couldn’t help myself.” Yunho spat out with more and more vitriol with each word. “And if you hadn’t been a fucking creepy perv looking through a crack in my door you never would have known. Your turn Yeosang.” Yunho got up from the circle and stomped away as everyone else stared at his retreating back with mouths agape. 

You remembered that dress. Jihyo picked it out for you. You thought it was way too revealing for a holiday office party, but she convinced you that it accentuated your ample bust in a “classy way”. You disagreed, but wore it anyway. It was a huge hit and you came home with a fine executive that night.

Wooyoung tried to liven up the mood by giving Yeosang ideas for his turn. “Have you kissed two girls in one night? Two GUYS in one night? Have you kissed anybody? Hyung, you’re no fun!” He rattled on beside you as you vacillated between chasing after Yunho and pretending like you hadn’t heard a word he said. 

Never have I ever continued on, with Jongho losing in 7 turns. Yunho returned after the minigame ended, refusing to meet your gaze, and sitting down with a huff. Jihyo happily drew her card, looked up at you, and said “I pulled a Queen. (Y/N), I dare you to sit in Yunho’s lap for the rest of the game,” she turns to Yunho, “if he consents to that, of course.” 

You froze like a deer in headlights, using your eyes to plead with Jihyo to choose literally any other dare. Yunho, on the other hand, shrugged and mumbled, “whatever. ‘S just a stupid game.” Your heart thumped and leaped practically into your throat as you slowly crawled over to Yunho and lowered yourself slowly into his lap. He placed his hands gingerly on your knees. “I’m not too heavy, am I?” you asked, voice a little more girly than you’d meant (the soju is really working tonight…). “Nah. You’re fine.” Yunho stated firmly. Your heart sank; you’re not sure why. More cards were drawn, more shots were taken. Yunho’s turn came and he drew an eight. 

“Take a shot with a mate!” San slurred, face flushed a light pink. 

Yunho poured two shots, “You’re already in my lap, we might as well drink,” he turned to face you, but still wouldn’t meet your eyes. You grabbed the shot, linked arms, and threw it back. As the slightly peachy after taste sizzled down your throat, you drew another eight. “Round two?” You turned to Yunho and gasped, as he was much closer than your drunken mind could comprehend, and you banged noses. 

“Oww! Shit! I’m so sorry Yunho. Are you okay?” You questioned, rubbing your nose. Yunho smiled and shook his head, attempting to stifle a giggle, but failing. You started to giggle as well, causing Yunho to laugh louder. His grip relaxed- he grabbed the shot glass with one hand, and lightly grabbed your waist with the other. “Round two, baby” he grinned. You poured two more shots, but your head was spinning. Baby? You could get used to hearing that from Yunho. You both threw back the shots, then Yunho placed both hands around your waist in a big hug.

Wooyoung drew a card and chose Mingi to take a shot. Yunho placed his head in the crook of your neck. “You smell good, baby.” He whispered in your ear. You couldn’t ignore the throbbing between your legs anymore and began to shift and fidget. 

“Stop it!” You whispered.

“Mmm I don’t want to.” Yunho’s lips ghosted the shell of your ear and your breath caught in your throat. Mingi took another shot. Yunho kissed your neck. A light moan left your lips and caught the attention of Yeosang. He raised one eyebrow at the two of you, but turned back to his drunken friends. You started to fall deeper into the feeling of Yunho surrounding you, the background noise turning into hazy mumbles.

“(Y/N). (Y/N)! HEY! (Y/N)!” Jihyo threw a pillow at you to bring you back down from wherever Yunho’s kiss took you. “I drew a queen, and I have a dare for you.” You and Yunho straightened up, to hear what your ultimate fate would be.

“You’ve heard of a little thing called Seven Minutes in Heaven, no?” Jihyo looked positively sinister as she eyed the two of you. “Why don’t you and Yunho head in the guest bathroom back there for seven minutes and make something shake, hmm?” 

You craned your neck to look back at Yunho, to find him biting his lip, eyes downcast. 

The soju demon struck again, giving you a confidence you’d never experienced and a horniness you’d never felt. You hopped up and started towards the guest bathroom behind the couches. You heard jeers and “oohs” from the boys and, as you reached the door knob, you looked coyly over your shoulder. “Well? Are you coming?” You batted your eyelashes and pouted your lips, then you opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. 

You were met with your own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Black tank top, no bra. Short shorts with a lacy thong underneath. Cheeks flushed and eyes glossy from the alcohol. You hopped up onto the marble counter and waited for Yunho to come around the corner. A few moments later he staggered into the bathroom, being shoved by none other than Jihyo. “I’m setting a timer! If I don’t hear anything sexy I’m pausing it! You know I’ll do it!” She pointed at you, then Yunho, then back to you, eyes stern and eyebrows furrowed. She turned on the lights and the bathroom fan (for a small semblance of privacy), then shut the door. Yunho bit his lip again, shoving his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Seeing him so nervous somehow also made you nervous. Your plan to be a wiley seductress evaporated into the air. All you could muster up was a meek, “so…you liked my dress, huh.” 

Yunho groaned and covered his face in both of his large hands. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m so embarrassed. I’m gonna kill Jongho for that.” He spread his fingers and peeked out from between them to gauge your feelings. All you could do was drunkenly giggle and ask, “Why are you so nervous?”

“Well..you’re really pretty,” Yunho removed his hands from his face and shoved them back in his pockets.

“Well..you’re an idol. An international sex symbol! I should be nervous around you.” You countered, grinning ear to ear and kicking your feet like a child on a swing. The joy dissipated as you noticed Yunho’s hesitancy- he was frozen in his spot, looking downward and rubbing the back of his neck.“We don’t have to do anything, though, if you don’t want to.” You tried to not let your voice show disappointment. At this, Yunho looked up, as if he realized his window of opportunity was narrowing. He slowly approached your perch on the marble counters and eventually situated himself firmly between your thighs. “We can…” Yunho struggled to get out what he’d been dying to say since the holiday party. “We can, maybe, kiss I guess?” Yunho barely got out the suggestion before you had cupped his face in both of your hands and leaned up to kiss him.

You heard Yunho’s breath catch, and then felt him moan/sigh as he softened into the kiss. Your entire body felt like it was buzzing with warmth and excitement. You quickly turned the kiss from soft to sensual as you slipped your tongue between his lips. Yunho moaned again and shoved his tongue into your mouth, wrapping his hands around your butt and pulling you closer into him. He pressed himself into you and you could feel just how hard he was. The different flavors of soju danced on your tongues as you continued to make out, Yunho rubbing his hands slowly up and down the sides of your thighs. He suddenly bit your bottom lip and pulled back, allowing your lower lip to spring back into place. The two of you stared at each other, panting to catch your breath, then Yunho dove into your neck. “Oh fuck Yunho,” you moaned slowly and deeply. He kissed and nipped and sucked at your neck and slowly made his way down to your shoulders. Once there, he lowered your spaghetti straps and pushed your tank top into a bunch around your waist. His hands slowly slid up your stomach as he kissed down your shoulder until his hands and mouth met at your breasts. Yunho wasted no time twirling and kneading your sensitive nipple in one hand, and sucking and kneading your other breast. You ran your fingers through his silky locks and gave a small tug, just to hear that low moan reverberate onto your body. 

Seven minutes was up. Jihyo snuck up to the bathroom door and pressed her ear against it. Straining to discern the sounds inside the bathroom with the raucous drunkenness behind her proved difficult, but eventually she heard the tell-tale wet smacks of kisses and moans that signified a good time. She smiled to herself and turned back to her circle of boys, determined to distract them with a new game just to give you and your newfound lover a chance to have some fun.

By this point, you felt like you were about to explode. You needed Yunho to touch you and relieve whatever feelings were pent up behind your untouched clit. You pulled him by his hair off of your boobs and began to shimmy out of your shorts. You were about to hop off the counter and yank his sweatpants down when Yunho stopped you. He grabbed underneath your knees, pushed your legs apart, and rolled you backwards until your shoulders touched the mirror hung behind the counters. All you could do was gasp as your hands flew down to the counter to steady yourself.

“Yunho,” you started breathily. He kissed your belly button and worked his way down around your right thigh- nose lightly passing your clit. “Please-” you begged. You heard Yunho chuckle softly as he worked his way up your left thigh with kisses. He finally hovered over your pussy and you could feel his breath feathering lightly over your clit. He looked up at you and raised one eyebrow in a silent request. You nodded vigorously and that was all he needed to dive in.

He placed the flat of his tongue directly on your clit and wrapped his mouth around it to create a continuous suction. Then he went to work. Yunho sucked and worked his tongue over your clit in a way you’d never felt before. You had completely forgotten about your eight other guests on the other side of the door and you moaned loudly as both hands flew to grip Yunho’s locks. “Oh my- Oh- Yunho don’t stop just like that- OH!” A string of words left your lips at light speed, barely coherent as your brain was occupied with the growing pressure in your lower belly threatening to burst at any moment. Yunho moaned contently, and then pressed a finger tentatively to your soaking hole. You took initiative immediately, grabbing two of his fingers and guiding them inside you. You felt Yunho detach from you and looked down angrily just to see him grinning from ear to ear and laughing silently to himself. “Eager, are we?” He asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes. The normal you would have playfully swatted him, but the you with her legs wide, being pumped full of Yunho’s fingers just nodded with half lidded eyes. Yunho, with a smug look on his face, opened his mouth to continue sucking your previously abandoned clit. 

Despite your best efforts to not give Yunho another reason to tease you later, you couldn’t help but grab his head with both hands to give yourself the leverage to rock your hips in time with his fingers. “God Yunho, I'm gonna cum. Please baby can I cum?” you pleaded breathlessly, losing all composure and turning into a puddle of submission from the euphoria building inside you. Yunho pulled off of you to mutter a quick “Of course baby, I’m not stopping you. Cum on my face.” You locked eyes with him right as he responded, and the lust in his eyes pushed you over the edge. You practically screamed his name, shuddering as you came, as requested, all over Yunho’s face. Yunho continued holding pressure on your clit with his tongue and slowly pumped his fingers to work you through your orgasm. As you began to come down, Yunho came up to lightly kiss your lips. 

“Wow..Yunho..” you panted, attempting to bring yourself back down to reality. You refocused your vision from your orgasmic haze and saw that typical Yunho grin. His mouth and chin were glistening and wet. “Ah there’s nothing to wipe your mouth with. Hold on, I’ll go to the kitchen and grab a hand towel.” You hopped down onto wobbly legs, gathered up your garments, quickly threw them on, and quietly opened the bathroom door. Jihyo had been thoroughly entertaining the boys, so they didn’t notice you slink towards the kitchen. As you went to grab the hand towel off of its rack, you heard a roar of cheers. Overlapping congratulations poured from the living room. You whipped around to see what the commotion was about and saw Yunho standing proudly in front of his members, wiping his chin with his thumb and immediately popping it into his mouth- signifying his pride from his previous meal of pussy. You smacked your forehead and shook your head, leaving the kitchen and playfully slapping Yunho with the now useless towel. 

“Did you enjoy your 17 minutes?” Jihyo smirked at you and you stuck out your tongue at her. “Well,” you responded. “Since the secret’s out, you all won’t mind if I borrow Yunho for 17 more minutes, will you?” You grabbed Yunho’s hand and pulled him towards the bedroom. All Yunho could do was grin as he let you lead the way. 

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roadtrip III

pairing: anakin x reader (modern au)

summary: you and anakin settle in and spend your first night at the beach house. things become complicated between you and anakin, while also still having conflicts about padme.

warnings: weed, suggestive comments

words: 3.2k

a/n: i hope everyone is enjoying this series! requests/thoughts are open. much love! <3

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part 2

As you feel the car slow to a stop, the sudden stop causes you to wake up with a start.

You blink your eyes open, and look around.

You hear the waves of the ocean crashing against the shore, and the seagulls call to each other overhead.

"We're here already?" You yawn.

Anakin smiles, and looks back over at you again.

"Yep, we're at the beach!"

He pauses for a second, and glances ahead to the sun-drenched beach ahead.

He speaks again, sounding slightly more excited.

"So, you ready to have some fun? If we're gonna make our last week together count, I might as well pull out all the stops, right?"

"Well let's at least get into the house first." You laugh.

You head to the trunk and grab your bags while Anakin grabs his and you head to the front door of the small beach house you had rented for the week.

Anakin follows you over to the front door, and takes a look around at the small beach house.

It's a simple one bedroom house, decorated with colourful furniture and vibrant paintings on the walls.

The ocean view is lovely, and the house is cozy enough for you two to share for a week.

"This... isn't too bad."

Anakin glances at you, and takes a step towards the door.

"Guess I'll let you have the only bedroom, I'll just take the couch or something."

"No. I'll take the couch. That's what I planned to do when I was looking at pictures online." You tell him as you sit your bags down.

"Are you kidding me?"

Anakin sounds shocked, and pauses for a moment as he looks at you.

"I refuse to let you sleep on the couch the entire time, it's not fair."

He gestures to the bedroom.

"And besides, I'll be fine, I don't mind."

Anakin speaks in a firm, yet friendly tone, and smiles at you as he glances back at the door.

"There's no way I'm letting you not sleep in the bedroom."

"Let's fight about this later we need to pick up a few groceries for the week." You tell him.

"Fine."

Anakin shakes his head in disapproval, and looks at you for a moment before nodding his head.

"Alright, groceries it is. Let's get what we need, and then we can have fun the rest of the day."

Anakin speaks in a friendly tone, as he opens the front door to the house.

He holds the door open for you.

"Ladies first."

"Wow, such a gentleman." You sarcastically smiled.

You hop in Anakin's truck and head to a small convenience store to pick up some essentials for the week.

You both get into Anakin's truck, and make the short drive to the convenience store.

Anakin parks the truck outside, and you both head inside.

As you shop for groceries together, Anakin's phone vibrates with a new message.

"Huh?"

Anakin pulls his phone out of his pocket, and checks it with a puzzled look on his face.

"Padme just texted me."

You just roll your eyes, too fed up to respond.

Anakin's face softens as he reads the message on his phone.

"It says, 'You busy this week?'"

He pauses for a moment, and glances at you.

"So... she does still care about me."

Anakin laughs, as he pockets his phone once more.

"Well, I guess that's one good thing, right? At least she's still thinking about me."

"I don't know about that." You flatly reply.

Anakin stays silent for a moment, and looks at you with a confused expression on his face.

"What do you mean by that, exactly?"

He sounds slightly hurt, and pauses for a moment.

"Come on, you care about me too, right?"

Anakin looks at you with a pleading expression in his eyes.

"We're, we're friends, right...?"

"Yes Anakin, but I don't want to get into this again, especially in public, but she probably just wants a quick fuck. You are here with me. At the beach. Five hours away from her." You ramble.

You speak without thinking, clearly annoyed at Anakin.

Anakin stays silent for a moment, clearly hurt by your comment.

He's about to speak up, but then stops himself.

He calms himself, and speaks again.

"You're right. I am with you, because you're the most important person in my life right now."

Anakin pauses for a moment, and takes a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what took over me just now. Your comment just caught me off guard, that's all."

"Let's check out."

You push your buggy to the register.

Anakin nods, and follows you to the checkout lane.

As you wait in line, Anakin's phone vibrates again with a new message.

Anakin pulls his phone out of his pocket, and looks at it.

"Wait, what?"

He pauses for a moment, and then speaks with a slightly concerned voice.

"It's from Padme again, and it says, 'You coming'?"

Anakin pauses for a moment, and looks at you with a confused expression on his face.

"I don't know what the hell she's taking about, but I know you aren't leaving me stranded here and driving five hours back home just because you're pussy whipped." You tell him as you place all your items on the conveyor belt.

Anakin looks at you for a moment, and then speaks.

"I agree with you, I'm not leaving the beach just to see her."

He pauses for a moment, and then shakes his head.

"She'll have to wait until next week, cause right now, you're the only person I want to spend time with."

Anakin grabs the items off the belt, and puts them into a single bag.

"Now, let's head back before this gets blown out of proportion."

You and Anakin leave the store and make it back to the small beach house. You started unpacking groceries.

Anakin helps you unpack the groceries, and sets some of the food in the fridge.

Anakin then pauses for a moment, and looks at you with a small smile.

"So, we have a whole week left to make it count, right?"

He looks ahead to the living room, and places his hands on the back of his head.

"What do you want to do first, hang out here, go out somewhere, or..."

Anakin pauses, and looks at you with a playful smile.

"Or just have some more fun on the couch?"

"Shut up." You roll your eyes.

It was already 6:00 p.m. so you didn't have much time to do anything.

"How about we take it easy tonight? We can order in, watch some Netflix, smoke some of that weed." You smirked.

Anakin nods, and starts to take a little more interest in the suggestion.

"Sure, we can do that. Sounds like a good way to kick off the week."

Anakin smiles in approval, and glances towards the living room.

You dig through your suit case and find that brown paper bag full of joints that Anakin bought for some sketchy kid 9 months back.

Anakin starts reached for the bag.

"East there tiger, let me order the food first." You laugh.

Anakin chuckles again as he follows you back to the kitchen, and you place the call for the pizza.

As you wait for the food to arrive, you grab the bag full of joints and pull one out.

You look back at Anakin, and chuckle again as you pass him the joint.

"Let's at least celebrate the start of our week here, shall we?"

Anakin smiles, and takes the joint from you.

"You look good tonight."

Chills went down your spine. He has to know what he does to you. He gives you just enough attention to keep your hopes too high and then turns around and talks about Padme. You couldn't wait to get high and enjoy that sensation of not worrying about anything.

You ignore his comment and order the pizza while Anakin does God knows what.

Anakin paces back and forth for a moment, and then stops in front of you.

"Hey, I... I'm sorry about earlier."

He pauses for a moment, and then speaks with a soft tone of voice. "I know I just kept talking about Padme."

Anakin then takes a deep breath, and shakes his head with a small disappointed smile.

"It's okay Ani. Look the pizza will be here soon." You put your hand on his shoulder.

You notice he has a thoughtful look on his face while he stared at you.

"What are ya doing? You okay?" You ask.

"Hm? Oh, nothing. I was... um... just thinking?"

Anakin tries to look innocent, and pauses for a moment.

"Yeah, let's say I was thinking. And don't ask what I was thinking about."

Anakin smiles at you again, and then pauses for a moment.

"What about you? What were you thinking about?"

There's a knock on the door.

"I was thinking about how fucking weird you are." You stand up and get the door.

It was the delivery guy, as you expected.

Anakin smiles, and glances at you with a chuckle.

"I think you need to be a little more specific than that."

Anakin watches as you bring the pizza into the house, and smiles with approval.

"Nice, it's here! I'm actually starving".

Anakin grabs the box, and looks at you with a sly smile.

"Now that's out of the way, we can go back to having some fun, right?"

"Yeah."

You sit down on the couch and turn on Netflix.

"Ani, you pick what to watch."

You hand Anakin the remote and reach for a joint out of the bag and light it. You take a slow drag and lay your head on the back of the cough while passing the joint to Anakin.

Anakin takes the joint from you, and sits down next to you on the couch.

He takes a deep drag, and turns on Netflix.

He then pauses for a moment, and speaks to you with a relaxed tone of voice.

"We are watching The Office."

He chuckles softly, and passes the joint back to you.

"Yes! I love the Office." You grab the joint.

Anakin smiles, and takes another drag from the joint.

He looks over at you, and then pauses for a moment.

"Hey, quick question, what did you think of my outfit earlier today?"

There's a tone of curiosity in his voice, but a hint of nervous excitement, almost like he's eagerly awaiting your answer.

"You're high." You take a bite of your pizza.

Anakin laughs softly, and shakes his head.

"Oh, come on... let's not deny this, you thought I looked good today."

And then, he says it.

He speaks his feelings out loud.

"You know you thought, I looked hot today."

Anakin turns to look at you, and speaks very directly.

"And if you didn't, why would you agree to come here with me, on what's basically a romantic road trip."

"I'm the only hot one here."

You grab a blanket from off the back of the couch and lay it out over you.

Anakin smiles, and leans over towards you.

He speaks with a playful tone of voice.

"Oh is that so?"

He pauses for a moment, and then reaches out to gently touch your face.

"Maybe we can find out just how hot I'm talking about."

He stares at you for a moment, his touch becoming slightly more intimate as he feels his emotions building and boiling up within him.

"Anakin, pass me the joint."

You don't know what he's doing, but you know this flirting isn't real, even as much as you wish it was. He liked Padme.

Anakin passes you the joint, and slowly leans in towards you.

He holds your waist with one hand, and the other hand comes down to your face.

"Come on."

Anakin speaks very passionately and intimately.

"Let's just... forget about what we think is good for us. Let's just act on whatever we feel is good for us, at least for tonight."

His voice becomes more desperate, as if he's trying to convince you that the way you feel is real.

"Anakin. You're high. You don't actually want this." Your breath gets heavier with each word.

Anakin pulls you close into him, and whispers in your ear.

"Oh but I do, and you do too."

He strokes your chin, and speaks to you with that same desperate energy.

"Come on... let yourself go. Let's not worry about what we might 'regret', all that matters is this moment."

"You know I want this. That's why you flirt with me. Because you know you can mess with me. Because I'll never have you." You look into his eyes.

Your mind was was foggy from the high you were on and you were pouring you heart out to Anakin unintentionally.

Anakin looks as you speak, and then leans down to your face.

His voice is very soft and quiet, as he speaks gently to you.

"You always say I'll never have you..."

There's a hint of pain in Anakin's voice as he speaks, but it's quickly washed over by an expression of passion.

"But deep down, maybe I do have you... and maybe that's why I say those things, it's because I wish you would see... you've always been mine."

"What about Padme? I thought she was the one you wanted. I'm just your annoying best friend?" You continued.

Anakin holds you with one arm, and pulls you closer with the other.

He then looks into your eyes, and answers to the question you asked.

"Padme doesn't matter. Right now, it's just us."

Anakin smiles, and pulls you onto his lap.

"She doesn't have to come between us right now."

He rubs your cheek with his fingers, and lets out a small chuckle.

Anakin just stares at you, and speaks with a passionate tone of voice.

"Right now, I just want to spend the night with you, and for you to show me how much you... want me."

Anakin pulls you closer, and caresses your chin with his fingers.

"You know you want it, I can see it in your eyes. You always show me that you do."

The tone of his voice, and the way he speaks, there's no hesitation. There's no question.

"Anakin, I've always wanted you. I've waited my whole life for you. But now that you say you want me, it doesn't feel right. It feels like you are just saying this because you can't have Padme right now. You were just talking about how great she was." You cup his face with your hand.

"We're both going to regret this in the morning." You mumble.

Anakin places his forehead against yours.

Anakin giggles softly, and speaks with a hint of arrogance and playfulness.

"Maybe we will, but right now... we only regret the things we don't do."

He places a hand on your waist, and then rubs your leg slowly with his other hand.

"Come on, can we just... enjoy what we have. Just for one night... what's so bad about that?"

"Because you'll want her in the morning, not me. That will break my heart." You whisper.

Anakin stays quiet for a moment, and then starts to chuckle.

"I think you're underestimating how much I want you right now. And you know what..."

Anakin leans his face towards yours, the smell of the joint filling your nostrils.

"Maybe... you can show me just how much you want me. And maybe that will change my mind in the morning."

"Fuck you. I shouldn't have to convince you."

Your mouth said one thing but your body said another. You gave into your temptations and slammed your lips into Anakin's and layed the joint down on the ashtray on the coffee table.

Anakin smiles, and pulls you closer towards him.

He speaks with a sense of urgency, and his words come out like they're coming straight from the depths of his soul.

"I know you want it, I know you want me."

He rubs your waist, and caresses your cheek passionately.

"I don't have to be convinced by your words."

His voice gets deeper, and he speaks with more confidence.

"I'm convinced because of the way you look at me. I'm convinced because of the way you say my name."

Anakin pushed you back onto the couch and begins to kiss you again.

Anakin leans on the couch, and kisses you back passionately.

He lets his hands wander freely, and his body moves slowly against yours.

The words he spoke just moments ago became true.

There is only one thing he wants, in this moment, and it's you.

You let yourself fall completely into his control, not worried about the morning. He had completely convinced you that he didn't want Padme, that he wanted you. You wouldn't usually let your guard down so easily, but the weed was hazing your mind.

As you give in yourself, Anakin becomes more assertive and more confident.

His lips meet yours with more passion, and his body moves in sync with yours.

The tension he's felt for the last several hours starts to disappear.

Anakin is now completely lost in the moment, and the thoughts of Padme never crossed his mind.

Until his phone rang.

Anakin freezes, and quickly looks down at his phone.

"Sorry, just ignore that."

He says it with a certain amount of desperation.

"It's Padme, it's nothing important."

"I fucking knew it." You push Anakin off of you.

Padme is like a parasite. She always drove a wedge between you and Anakin.

Anakin's voice cracks, and he speaks with a hint of hopelessness.

"This... this isn't important right now."

There's more sadness to his voice than desperation.

"Please, let's just forget about her for a second. Let's just enjoy what we have right now."

"Why? So you drool over Padme again tomorrow?" You ask.

"I'm not doing that to myself Anakin. Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?"

Anakin looks desperate.

He shakes his head, and speaks with more urgency.

"No! We can't just forget this, or pretend like it didn't happen."

There's a hint of sadness in his voice as he speaks.

"You know how long I've wanted you? You know that this is the only chance we have right now!"

Anakin pauses for a moment, and then speaks again.

"So don't ask me to just forget this. Please, just give me tonight."

"You're high. We're both high. We aren't in our right minds. Let's just go to bed and talk about this later when we are rational." You reason.

As much as you wanted what Anakin was saying to be true, he says a lot of weird shut when he's high. He was probably just horny or something. It would be best to sleep it off.

Anakin lets out a sigh.

"You're right..."

He speaks quietly, and starts to get up off of the couch.

"I'll just... go sleep off these thoughts."

He walks towards the door, before turning back around.

"But maybe... in the morning, you could give me a chance to prove what I just said?"

"Goodnight Anakin." You wave him off.

"I'll take the couch tonight."

Anakin nods silently, and leaves the room.

A few moments later, you can hear the sound of Anakin walking up the stairs to his room.

Anakin's bedroom door closes, and then you're left alone.

You can't help but feel a little bittersweet as he leaves.

You wonder if he really did mean what he said, or if it was just the weed talking...

roadtrip IV

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[questionableratatouille00]

𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓞𝓷

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, died roughly 9 months ago. Unable to handle any more time alone in your formerly shared apartment, you decide to join a local therapy group you heard about from a friend. Little did you know, you’d meet a beautiful redhead going through a similar situation. You know you need to get better. For both your sake, and Natasha’s memory.

Warnings (Entire Series): This series deals with mature topics, including, but not limited to: death, mental health issues, physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, grief, trauma, general unwellness, illness (both mental and physical), and a most likely inaccurate portrayal of group therapy (though it’s much better than whatever was going on in TFATWS.) Please mind the warnings below.

Warnings: death of a romantic partner, depression, mentions of death of a family member, anxiety.

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𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 The apartment had never been this quiet. It was never so silent. There had always been some kind of white noise, whether that was the coffee pot or the washing machine running. It had never been completely silent, up until now.

You could divide your life into two parts. Before the accident, and after. Before the accident, your life was awesome. Of course, some pretty awful shit had happened to you, but it didn’t compare to all of the good shit that happened too. You liked living. You liked being alive. Now, well, you weren’t as sure. 

It had been nine months. Nine months since the worst day of your life. Your life had been so full, and now, it felt so empty. 

You get up. You get ready. You go to work. You drive home. You turn on the TV. And then, you just sit. 

It’s been a while since the funeral. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d left your apartment for fun. You went to work and you went to the store. That was pretty much it. 

The last time you’d left for any reason other than those had to be..maybe six months ago? 

You’d gone to a coffee shop with your friend, Sharon. 

“You’ve been so different after..you know. I completely understand, of course, but you shouldn’t have to live like this.” She said after sighing. She takes a sip of her latte from the porcelain mug in front of her.

“After my aunt died, I felt just like you, really. Remember my cousin Dottie? She went to a group therapy thing by the old Target. I don’t think they have it anymore, but some office nearby has to have one. I don’t know. I just think it would be good for you.” She suggested. 

“I’ll think about it.” You said, knowing you were not going to be thinking about it. Part of you felt ignored, knowing that the relationship between you and your late girlfriend was different than that of Sharon and her aunt. You said nothing, staring down at your own drink. 

“Good. I’ll send you some links later, alright?”

You nodded numbly. 

You’d really ended up ghosting her after that, along with all of your other friends. Sharon was the only one who continued to try and reach out, sending you a message every two days or so. She didn’t stop, knowing that you were at least reading them. 

You’d never reply, but that didn’t stop her. 

Your phone vibrated in your pocket as you laid on the couch. You knew exactly who it was. 

Hey! There’s a group near your apartment that’s only just starting up. I have a friend who went there for just one on one therapy, and she said the people were super nice. You should think about it 💕

You sighed, letting your phone drop on your stomach. And then, in an instant, it was like you’d just snapped out of a dream. You looked around your apartment, seeing how dirty it had become. Trash littered on the kitchen table and counters, trash bags stacked in a corner. It smelled gross. You smelled gross. You felt gross. 

“What are you doing?” You mumbled to yourself, standing up. “This is fucking awful.” 

You grimaced, and you realized that Sharon was right. You should think about it.

So you did.

You took out the garbage. You took most of the junk off of the table. You did some of the dishes. You took a nice, long shower. You made some kind of improvement. Even if it wasn’t much, it was at least something.

It was better than nothing. Then, you took Sharon’s advice. Sending her a quick thumbs up emoji, you clicked the link she sent you, opening the website.

A small form later, you were officially signed up. The first meeting would be on Wednesday.

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“What do you think, Nat?” You mumble, adjusting your shirt. You weren’t wearing anything particularly nice, but you could tell there was a stark difference between what you looked like now, and what you’d looked like a few days ago.

You glanced down at the photo of the two of you you’d set on your dresser. Sucking in a deep breath, your phone vibrated in your pocket, your ringtone playing from its speakers. You’d set an alarm for when it was time to go.

The car ride there wasn’t too long. You’d been on much longer car rides before. One summer a few years ago, you and Natasha went on a road trip to a bunch of national parks.

You parked in the parking lot of the large building. Staring up at it, you noticed the logo and name. It was an eagle, you were pretty sure, in a circle. S.H.I.E.L.D. Therapy Offices, white letters on the front of the building announced.

Taking in more deep breaths, you nodded a few times. You were ready for this. Even if you weren't, there's no getting out of it. Not now.

Your legs felt hollow as you walked into the building. You were greeted by a large waiting room, which looked open and friendly enough. There was a reception desk, and a woman with dark brown hair and blue eyes smiled at you.

“Uh..hi,” you greeted awkwardly as you walked up to the desk.

“Hello. Are you here for that group?” She asked, and you felt your eyes widen. How would she know that? Did you look out of place?

“Sorry. We normally don’t have any appointments scheduled around now. Until the group, I mean.” She explained, and you nodded, smiling. Her name tag read ‘Maria Hill’, and you mentally took note of her name.

“Alright, I just need you to fill out this.” She slid a clipboard with some kind of form over the counter.

You smiled again, taking it and going to sit down. There was one other guy already there. He was wearing a purple shirt, his brown hair short. You couldn't tell what color his eyes were as he looked down at his phone.

You filled out the paperwork, going and taking the clipboard back to Maria.

"Thank you. Peter's gonna call you guys in when Dr. Coulson is done." She said, taking the clipboard from you. You went to sit back down, watching your feet.

The door opened, and two men—one short and skinny, and the other was about average height and seemed to have a bit of muscle on him, but you couldn’t be sure—walked up to the reception desk. The smaller one was blonde, with sky blue eyes and pale skin. He wore khaki pants and a t-shirt that was loose on him, and stood quite confidently. Not particularly bold or self-centered, just..open. He seemed very friendly, and you watched through your eyelashes as Maria Hill smiled at something he said.

The other guy dressed with a lot less confidence, and he stood awkwardly next to the blonde man. His hair was brown, and went down to a little above his shoulders. He had a jacket on, even in the warm weather. His eyes were a steel blue, though you only got a glimpse of them.

They quickly filled out their paperwork, and a few more people walked in. Most notably, a redhead. For a sliver of a moment, you mistook her for Nat. You mentally kicked yourself for it. You'd be lying if you didn't believe Nat could just walk through the door of your apartment any moment.

Her voice was warm, friendly. As she spoke to Maria, you could hear it. When she turned to fill out her clipboard, you saw her large doe-like green eyes. She smiled softly at you, before coming to sit a few seats down from you. She was beautiful, you couldn’t deny it.

Pushing that strange thought out of your head, you waited patiently.

A young man, with brown eyes and brown hair, walked through a hallway and into the waiting area. This must be Peter, you assumed.

“You can all follow me this way—Dr. Coulson’s ready now.” He announced.

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[bringbacktim]

hello! I was wondering if you could write an enemies to lovers for logan! like reader is an american driver or something and everyone compares the two americans, which annoys logan and reader. and hopefully it ends with fluff and smut! 🫶🏻 thank you in advance 🥹

I loved this request. Part 2 up now

America²

Not edited or proofread, mostly written while I was nearly asleep so definitely some mistakes . Endings a bit meh cause I kinda gave up towards the end

Warnings: arguments, logan being mean , y/n being kinda mean, oscar cameos , loads of dialogue , mentions of jacking/wanking off , mentions of America

Wc:1.7k

Being an American and a female f1 driver was basically the same as being stuck in the inner rings of hell. With there being two American drivers in the same grid year made what felt like everyone on earth compare the two to no end

The sport is British so most of the fans either hate Americans or think women shouldn't be f1 drivers so Y/n couldn't win in the eyes of the public , or Logan Sargeant for that matter . She had beaten him in the f2 championships in a very Hamilton/Verstappen Abu Dhabi way and he was not happy about it at all

Also the fact that oscar was becoming more of her friend and less of his didn't make Logan jump with joy

When they not only had to be on the same sofa in the same room for Thursdays press conference they were already in a bad mood , but when they found out they had to be sat next to each other was the last straw

"Oscar please swap seats with me , I'll let you past me in the race" Y/n begged the brunette

"Can't you suck it up and just sit next to him this once? And we both know your going to be behind me in the race" Oscar asked already knowing the answer would be a no

"You're no use piastri, have you seen Daniel or George anywhere?" She said looking around the room for them

"K mag would you mind swapping seats with me for the press conference?" Logan asked in a less begging tone than y/n

"Are we even allowed to swap places?" He questioned as he'd never known anyone to need to

"I'm sure you can if you need , which I do desperately" logan said the begging  starting to bubble to the surface

"What do I get out of it?"

"A great secret santa gift" he laughed

"Okay fine , I'll swap with you" he sighed as the younger boy celebrated and thanked him

Now that there was a wall between them that goes by the name of Kevin Magnussen the tension between them was less harsh as they didn't want another pr disaster to handle

There wasn't any outright mean or passive aggressive remarks to one another, but if logan would answer a question Y/n would start yawning or whisper something to kevin or Oscar beside her and if Y/n was answering a question logan would also talk to Kevin or try and discreetly check his phone that he definitely shouldn't have in his pocket . This didn't go unnoticed by literally anyone in the room and everyone on the sofa would make a mental note to ask about it later

Abu Dhabi weekend went from bad to worse . Logan dnfing in qualifying wasn't what anyone wanted well anyone that liked him, him coming 16th in the race due to him and Y/n fighting each other like some brocedes wannabe didn't help either

The radio messages that weekend were basically all bleeped out from the excessive use of profanity . It made yuki sound like a Saint and f1 twitter had a field day with it

Thankfully no one heard the conversations that went on in their driver rooms after the races because they were not nice in the slightest

"You're such a fucking bitch you do know that right?" Logan asked slamming the door behind him

"What because I'm better than you and you can't handle that?" She said with a smug smile on her face

"You ran me wide on that corner and made me go off track when you should've given me space" he fumed ( if that's even a word)

"Well maybe if you followed the racing line like any other normal fucking person I wouldn't have "ran you wide" " she spat back using air quotation marks

"God you think you're better than everyone else don't you"

"Oh yeah cause you don't think highly of yourself mr.god complex" Y/n said crossing her arms over her chest

"You're only personality trait is that you're a female f1 driver and you're only one because of all the men you dated to get here" now that was definitely the straw that broke the camels back . He could say whatever he wanted to her but  accusing her of nepotism was where this became more than some silly rivalry

"All the men I've dated to get here? Please enlighten me on these relationships because I sure as hell wasn't in them" she barked getting in his face

"Oh please we all know you and oscar had a thing , that's why you beat me in f2"

"Oh my god is that why you hate me so much ? Because your fragile masculinity can't stand the fact that a woman beat you" Y/n accused

"Here you go again playing the woman card, I don't like you for many other reasons" logan said despite not listing any aloud

"You're unbelievable logan" she said storming out of his drivers room slamming the door behind her . He knew he had gone too far but he doesn't know how to be anything other than mean to her

Once Oscar caught wind of the argument the two had he scolded them both and made them promise they'd apologise to each other but obviously that never happened because he was dumb enough to not make them do it while he was with them

Logan did get some repercussions for the comments he made to Y/n from Oscar because thats not how you speak to anyone and he said he wouldn't do it again , but truth be told he loved to see her riled up ( not that he'd ever admit that though)

"I can't believe you said she beat you because she was sleeping with me , Ive had a girlfriend since way before that point and I wouldn't go near her incase I ruin whatever two clearly have going on" Oscar half joked to his friend

"What are you on about dude?" Logan questioned a little grossed out at the thought

"The tension between you two that will definitely lead to at least a hate fuck by the end of the season" Oscar said while logan stared back at him blankly

"Abu Dhabi is the last race of the season though?"

"I'll make sure to leave you guys alone more often then"

"That is so not funny" he said trying to shake the image of them sleeping together out of his head

"Theres always the after party I know you two can get pretty wild after some drinks" Oscar said throwing them under the bus

"Do not speak that into the universe you dickhead" Y/n said walking into the room

"Oh yeah because I'm so into the idea myself.  Pretty sure it takes two to tango" logan remarked

"Shocked you know that seeing as you've been using your right hand the entirety of your life" she quipped

"Don't act like I haven't heard you and your devices through a hotel wall" logan teased

"Don't act like I couldn't hear you beating one out from the other side of that wall"

"Sorry to interrupt your dirty talk ; but you do realise you just admitted to basically wanking off to each other right?" Oscar intervened

"That is so not what I meant oscar" Y/n made clear

"Not that the same time mate, god I'd never be caught dead jacking it to her" logan defended

"I'm the only other American you know and you're the most patriotic person ever to exist so it wouldn't shock me if you did" she held back a laugh

"Has anyone ever told you you're not funny?" Logan asked as she gave him the finger and walked out

"You've seriously got to start being a bit nicer to each other , especially since we've got some post race press conference to go to" Oscar said walking out as logan trailed behind sighing

As everyone made their way to their seats for the second time that day , both Americans had calmed down after their lovers tiff and weren't as heated towards each other

When the questions got to Y/n she quietly sighed knowing what the questions would involve

"Okay question for Y/n how is it not only being one of the only Americans on the grid but also the only female driver on the grid?" She gave her usual answer that she couldn't answer for logan about what it's like to be one of the two Americans and that she has worked hard to get where she is now etc

"Another question for Y/n , how does it feel that you beat your fellow American by 5 points?" She wished they would stop comparing them just because they're from the same place , but answered the question in the nicest manner she could nonetheless which logan appreciated

The questions went down the line and soon it was logans turn , same as Y/n he was expecting to be asked about her and America

"So logan how does it feel to be beaten by your fellow American by 5 points?" The reporter asked

"Well it's not ideal obviously, but I felt like I was getting better towards the end of the season so who knows maybe next year I'll be beating her" he said looking at her to see if she was offended as he wasn't meaning to be

The questions were basically the same as Y/n had so he just copied her answers for most of them

Oscar and logan caught up after and spoke about how the season went for each of them and what they were doing during the winter break

"Thank god that's over" Y/n said waltzing over to the pair to see if they wanted to walk back to the hotel with her

"They need to get some new material ,do they think they have to ask about each other and America in every question" logan complained

"Tell me about it I've lost count" Y/n replied too tired to come up with some smart ass remark

"Do you guys want to go get dinner or something before we head back to the hotel?" Oscar jumped at the opportunity to get his best friends together for atleast a meal

"Sounds good to me"

"Yeah me too"

Thankfully, the walk to the nearest fast food restaurant wasn't that long . When they got the Americans were hounded by Oscar why they were nicer than usual not only in the press conference but also on the walk there , they blamed it on being tired and having enough of their pr officers being mad at them but Oscar knew the hate was starting to go away even if it was just a little bit

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[crusty-chronicles]

Hey I loved your kite smut posts, it’s doing things to me mentally, I’ve been reading it everyday for a week now I’m really down bad for this 2d man.

Btw can you please make part 3 (pretty please)

An: Y'all don't realize how down bad I am for this man already. I've got a threesome with him and Ging on the way, another future Chimera Ant Kite (like an Au, just not his canonical little girl form) and now this one. 😭😭😭 I've become a whore.

Okay here we go

Love Me Like I'm Your Last (Part 3)

SCREAMING BC HE'S SO FUCKING PRETTY

SMUT So Minors DNI

Warnings: Fem bodied reader, Sexting, hair pulling, creampie, scratching, biting, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy(might be breeding kink), long distance relationship, fluff at the end because I'm soft for this man.

Synopsis: You miss your partner and after finally being able to meet with each other for the first time in months, you two decide to indugle in yourselves for a little while. Part 1, Part 2

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You knew this relationship would be difficult. Especially now that the both of you had split up to travel with your respective parties. Yes you had each other's numbers, but it wasn't face to face.

You couldn't touch him, couldn't bask in his presence. And time had been cut too short last time. You had barely gotten properly dressed by the time the door swung open and in came everyone.

It was only a few days after that when you were once again dragged off to start a new adventure with your boys.

Kite called you as often as he could, which wasn't much considering the continent he was surveying had terrible service.

You'd tried your best to answer each and every one of them, but it was so damn hard to do much when you were being chased down by whatever creature Gon and Killua decided to piss off.

Not to mention fending off that creepy clown.

You were exhausted, and missing his call only made you feel even worse. You hoped Kite didn't think you were ignoring him.

You didn't exactly have the best track record with relationships. Or any serious ones.

But this was one you truly wanted. Kite was sweet. He had a presence that was both calming and intimidating, depending on the person. You found a comfort in his strength along with his unwavering resolve.

Then there was that last factor that had sealed the deal.

The boys both adored him. They respected him. They trusted him.

And in your eyes it was perfect. A partner who didn't mind that you had two children practically hanging off of you. Somebody who made the effort to teach them something.

This was a relationship you were willing to fight for.

But damnit four months was too long.

You were getting restless by the second. Hearing his voice just wasn't enough to satiate the need to have him with you. It wasn't enough to dispel the desire that only grew stronger in his absence. Normally you'd be able to take care of yourself, but your fingers just couldn't compare to his cock. Not since that first time together.

So being the little shit that you were, you figured you'd just give him an incentive to finish up his work sooner.

Making sure your door was locked, you snapped a picture.

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There was a small buzz in Kite's pocket, alerting him to a new message. It was a miracle this building had some semblance of service. He figured it wouldn't hurt to check since it might be important. He was caught off guard to see it was from you.

Meaning that yes, it was very important.

He clicked open the notification and froze.

Now this was different. Did you know you were starting a very dangerous game? Because why, why had you sent this right when he was in a meeting with his team?!?!

He couldn't stop the red that slowly consumed his face the longer he stared. It had been so long. So very long since he last touched you. And now seeing this, your nipples peaking out from the flimsy shirt you were wearing...

He really had to finish this project up as soon as he could.

"You holding up okay there, Kite?" Spin's voice had snapped him out of his thoughts.

He figured he must've looked like a mess from the concerned stares of his team.

"Fine. We'll finish up here by the end of the week, then send everyone home."

He tried his best to sound professional, but his mind kept circling back to that damn picture. Even in spirit you were such a tease.

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You were surprised to say the least. Delighted, but surprised. A message from Kite. There finally must've been some good service, and you briefly wondered if he'd seen your little gift. If he had that sweet flustered expression when he realized what it was.

You clicked open the message and immediately panicked.

You were in public. You were currently having lunch with the boys. And the message you just got was a picture.

A picture of your boyfriend holding his very red and leaky member.

You supposed you deserved it though, you did do it first. And it's not like you were complaining about the image itself, just the setting you were currently viewing it in.

You could make out the small vein that ran along his shaft along with the slight curve upwards. The dribble of pre that had slipped onto his oh so deliciously long fingers. You could feel warmth spread across your face and a desire spark in your gut.

You quickly shut your phone off to avoid the embarrassment that would surely follow if someone saw it.

God you really needed a break to track his ass down.

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Kite was grateful to be back in the comfort of his hotel room again. Just a few more days until he would see you. A few more days until he could touch you.

The thought that he might've went a little too far with the picture he sent crossed his mind. But he knew you. He knew you were direct and preferred it when others were the same.

That didn't mean he wasn't a smidge embarrassed for sending it anyway. He wasn't used to being this forward.

To his surprise there was another buzz coming from his phone. It was from you.

And it was a voice message.

He had a feeling he knew what it was. You were gonna be the death of him. With a slight eagerness, he clicked it.

"Do you, mmm, know how hard it's been for me to cum." He heard you let out a soft whine along with the familiar sound of slick. He had never been so relieved to be alone.

"You've ruined me, you know. I can't satisfy myself without you. And it's not like I have the means to keep any toys around."

Those words had made him harden instantly. To know that you needed him for your pleasure. That your body craved him, and only him.

No toys was just a nice bonus to add onto how tight you'd be when he finally got his hands on you again.

The message ended with a soft moan and the sound of what he could only assume was your fingers moving a steady pace inside you.

He was straining uncomfortably in his pants. Then an idea struck him. He already one-upped you once, what was the harm in going a little further.

You deserved a taste of your own medicine, especially with how painfully hard you just made him.

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You weren't expecting another notification so soon. It was just a few minutes after you tried (and failed) to get rid of your growing sexual frustration.

You had never been so grateful to have the hindsight to book two separate rooms. If things went as planned, Leorio would take the boys off your back for a few days. Plenty of time for you to find your partner and satisfy both your needs.

But for now.....

Oh wow

It was a video this time. How cute, it was like he was competing with you. Maybe next time you'd call him to up the ante once more.

It started and you were once again met with the sight of your boyfriend's cock, his hand wrapped firmly around the base. You could feel the pressure in your core grow.

"Look what you've done, love. You've got me so wound up, I had to end the expedition early just to see you." You watched his hand give firm strokes, stopping every once in a while to thumb the slit of his head. They became faster as he voiced out his frustrations.

"You've been naughty, sending me your tits while I'm working." He let out a groan that made you impossibly wet.

"So desperate for me to be inside you." Then a murmur of 'Just a few more days,' before the screen started shaking in his grip. You didn't think you could take it if he came. The feeling of wanting him inside, all of him, would be too great.

But damnit if you didn't want to see him make a mess all over himself. Your pretty boy come undone from just the thought of you.

"You know, you've ruined me too. I don't think I'll ever truly be satisfied unless I'm so snug inside you, I can't pull out." His breathing got heavier and just before that warm spurt of cum could shoot out, the video ended.

Three days, you'd wait three days before you left to find him.

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You had called him this time, just a few days later. And if he knew you, it was probably a good thing he just checked into another hotel. His last stop before coming back to you.

But things had gone a little differently than expected when he answered. Not in a bad way, god not in a bad way.

He hadn't gotten a word in before you started speaking.

"Open up, loser. I'm here to ride you."

He almost choked from the suddenness. He was not expecting this sudden turn of events. It had slipped his mind that you could find him yourself. And god was he grateful you did. Anymore of your teasing would drive him mad.

"You're at the door?" There was a light tapping that followed.

"Yeah that's me. Unless you've got someone else you're waiting on? But I gotta say, I'm not too fond about sharing."

A jolt of arousal ran through him.

"You're snippier than usual. Are you really that needy, love?" He had unlocked his door and opened it.

He was met with the sight of you and a very playful glint in your eye. The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds. Taking in the appearances you both desperately missed.

"Hi, baby."

Kite's face went a light shade of red at your greeting. For a brief second, the playfulness of your expression melted away into something softer.

"Hi." A few more seconds of peace, and then you had slammed into his chest for a very much needed embrace.

His arms wrapped tightly around your waist and kept you there to plant a kiss on your forehead. You looked up and pulled him back down for a proper one.

It was soft, despite the vulgar circumstances that had brought the two of you together. You parted reluctantly, with Kite chasing after your lips.

"We've got a week all to ourselves," you started.

A week was plenty of time for just yourselves. There would be more intruded on time, but a week was more than enough to feel you scraping your nails down Kite's back as he fucked into you.

You placed a hand on his chest as you took a step into his hotel room.

"Let's have some fun today and spend the rest of the week catching up. Maybe go on a decent date, hmm? What do you say my pretty boy?"

The lust in the air had returned.

"Sounds perfect."

The door shut closed behind you and like a rubber band, the two of you snapped.

Your kisses hungry as Kite pushed you against the wall. Mouth opening quickly to let his tongue dance with yours in a perfect symphony. You let out a whine at the feeling of his hand guiding your leg up around his waist.

His cock pressed deliciously into your moistening core. The friction from the light roll of his hips made your head dizzy.

You'd barley started and already it was becoming too much.

The kiss ended with a string of saliva connecting you two. It broke as you quickly lifted off your shirt and tossed it into an unknown corner.

You squeaked at a harsh grab to your ass.

"Jump." You didn't hesitate to follow his instructions, too focused on the pressure steadily pressing into your cunt to be mean.

You lifted yourself up as Kite's hands went under your ass to secure you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his shoulders for life as his movements became more intense.

Lips attached themselves to your collarbone. The sucking sensation making you push his head down further into your breasts.

The very same that had distracted Kite from his work. The ones he'd be sure to mark up in dark bruises so you knew he only wanted you. The same way you only wanted him.

Your bra was quickly discarded to give him better access. Your chest heaving so hard up and down, it was practically inviting him to take one of your soft buds into his mouth.

"H-hey!" You whimpered out at the feeling of teeth scraping down your nipple. The added stimulation had you clenching around nothing. You reached up and tugged on his silver locks to ground yourself.

You were met with a groan and another squeeze to your ass.

At this rate you'd make a mess in your pants. And judging by the now erratic roll of his hips, so was Kite.

You tugged harder on his scalp as he switched breasts. A well aimed thrust to you clit had you whining.

"Wait, wait, wait! You're gonna make me cum!" You didn't want to climax so early. Not when he hadn't even had a chance to be inside you. That and it would be embarrassing.

Your own fingers had failed you, but just grinding on each other was the thing that would do you in?

Kite detached from your now reddening nipple. His gaze was heated and his face had that flustered expression you loved so much.

"Then cum, since it's what you wanted so badly a few days ago. But we won't be finished until I say so." With another well aimed thrust, you felt white hot pleasure course through your body.

Your legs tensed up tight around him as you felt your pussy clamp down around nothing. A wanton moan slipping past your lips with a new surge of wetness leaking out of you. The coil in your belly at last snapping.

You'd get him back for that. For believing he was the one in control. You wouldn't be done here until you milked his cock for everything he's worth. Until you'd taken every last drop from him.

You came down from your high to see a smug expression on your boyfriend's face. Very pleased with the affect he had on you.

Okay so maybe you'd let him keep topping you. Just for tonight. A shame though, you really wanted to ride his pretty cock.

Your hands released their grip on his hair, instead moving to cup his face.

"You feel that?" You ground your hips down on his hardness, a noticeable wet spot in the middle on your pants.

"You did that to me. You make me so needy that just the thought of you filling me up is enough. You're mine, and I'm never gonna let you go."

Kite couldn't believe that was all it took to have him cumming in his pants. That he was yours, and despite the temporary long distance, your mind hadn't changed.

Your words of affirmation brought him to his peak in a way that had him bitting into your neck to cope with the pleasure.

He was gonna ruin you when he recovered.

You hissed at the sting but cradled his head tucked into your neck. Letting him continue to hump into your clothed cunt until he was satisfied.

You swiped his hat off to get a better look at his expression when he finally separated from your neck.

Lidded eyes and a flush that went from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.

You weren't so kept together yourself. Chest and neck covered with splotchy bruises, eyes darkened with a certain hunger that was about to be fulfilled.

A soft kiss was pressed to your lips. You returned it, fingers once again threading through silver locks. A murmur of 'I love you,' before you were carried towards the bed.

Your hands went under his shirt, lightly tracing over lean muscle.

"Love you too, now let me see you." Your hands wandered down his torso, stopping at the edge of his turtleneck. With a nod of confirmation, it was lifted up and discarded.

In your desperation to fuck out your frustrations last time, you'd missed the faint scarring that littered his skin. Now that things were going a little slower, you could clearly make them out.

Those damn ants had done a number on him.

But you didn't really mind them. Because to you, Kite was beautiful no matter what. And as he made quick work of your pants, you could tell he really didn't mind either.

"Do you want me to touch you?" His voice sounded a little shy. He could very clearly see the damp spot from when you'd cum earlier. He was more than ready to split your pussy open with his cock, but if wanted to indulge in a little foreplay, he would wait.

"I've waited four months for you. Don't make me wait longer." Your hands tugged at his pants. Seems the both of you couldn't hold back anymore.

So your underwear was pulled down and out of the way along with the rest of Kite's clothes.

Like last time, he made sure to keep one hand intertwined with yours while the other was on your hip.

You almost cried with relief as he sunk in. The stretch felt euphoric. Immediately your legs had wrapped around his waist, trying to push him in deeper. The both of you moaned at the sensation. At the closeness that you'd both been denied.

Kite pulled out slightly, hand gripping yours tightly as he thrusted back in. You were so tight. So perfect and warm. Your walls clinging to him like they'd never let him go.

His own cock making a home for itself inside you. The size reminding you of why you'd officially been ruined for any other man. Filling you so nicely it bumped into your cervix.

Speaking of filling you up...

"We really outta stop doing this without condoms," you whimpered out as he gave another shallow thrust. It's not like you didn't like the idea of kids because you did. You really did. But as of right now, it wasn't ideal. At least not with the current circumstances.

To your surprise, the snap of Kite's hips increased. His pace speeding up, earning a gasp of pleasure from you.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you. The both of you if it takes." The hand holding yours disappeared for a second to adjust your position, legs being folded up to your chest. The new angle making you see stars.

Your mind becoming hazy as your boyfriend pounded into you with new fervor. Your now free hands reaching behind his back with your nails sinking in. It felt so good.

So deep he was bullying your cervix.

Your body trying its best to meet his thrusts. There was a hot pressure bubbling up once again. The stickiness between your bodies growing as you took in his words.

You'd have left it at that, but some part of you wanted to push a little further.

"Gonna, hah, leave for twelve years after?"

There was a harsh nip to your neck followed by a soft lap of the tongue. His bruising pace consistent.

"Gonna give you another one if you compare me to him again. I'm practically raising his son with you." You clenched down hard on his cock, nails scraping down his back.

That was not an answer you were expecting.

Kite tried to stifle his moan against your neck. He pressed harder against you, no longer pulling out. Instead rutting fast inside your tightening pussy.

You could feel yourself get impossibly close. If the thought of filling you up made him this feral....

An evil idea struck you then. You did love to tease, consequences be damned.

"Yeah?" You couldn't stop the high pitched whimper that left you as your clit brushed against him. You wouldn't last much longer.

"Wanna get me pregnant to show off? Wanna be a daddy for me?" You felt his movements stutter.

You knew what you were doing to him, but he couldn't help taking the bait. Not when your own words had caused you to gush around him.

And god hearing it from you made him want to stuff you with cum until there was no more room. Fill you up so good your stomach would be bulging.

So that's exactly what he did.

With his cock twitching inside you and the pressure in his stomach snapping, he filled your creamy cunt to the brim. Your own orgasm triggering from the warmth spreading inside you.

You'd tensed around Kite, keeping him firmly in place as you came. The spasms from your cunt milking him dry.

Your expression was fucked out when you finally released him. The snark wiped off and replaced. There were a few new bruises to your collection. A very large one on your waist and some small ones on the backs of your legs.

Maybe he was a little rough with you, but to be fair four months was a long time to wait. Unbearable with the sexting you initiated.

He moved to pull out and was stopped by your voice.

"Don't... We'll clean up in the morning. I want cuddles and you feel nice inside." You'd make him hard again if you kept running your mouth.

But he supposed you had a point. There was no need to rush this time. You had the opportunity to spend the night(a few nights actually), why not enjoy it?

He rolled you over so you were face to face, and pulled your body snug against his.

"I love you, Y/n." There was a kiss to your forehead. He didn't think he'd ever get tired of finally being able to tell you.

"I love you too, my pretty boy." And you'd never get tired of reminding him you felt the same.

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#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #kite hunter x hunter #kite x reader #kite x y/n #kite smut #hxh kite #x reader #smut #hxh kaito

[fortheloveofbuddie]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by the lovely @watchyourbuck 💗

Didn’t quite make it for Friday but anyway here’s my first ever attempt at posting some of my writing ahhh

Also I apologize for any typos lol, I have not read it through ✌🏻

Eddie was barely awake when his phone vibrated on the night stand right next to his head, casting a blue hue onto the ceiling.

He normally put it on silent during the night but this night was different. He had had an argument with Buck a few days ago and they hadn’t made amends. So he didn’t want to miss a single opportunity to talk to him.

2:47 AM

“Really?” Eddie mumbled to himself and put his phone in front of his face, the words on the screen fading into one another the longer that he looked at them.

His eyes started to slowly close again but shot open as his phone vibrated once more. And again. And again.

6 unread messages

Eddie sat up further in the bed, trying to make sense of Buck’s texts that mostly just looked like he had typed while almost dropping his phone. Or had it in his back-pocket. Or a combination of the two.

Rubbing his eyes made the words or at least, letters, in front of Eddie become clearer by the second and by his third, possibly fourth re-read, Buck’s messages started to make sense. It wasn’t Eddie’s first time decoding Buck’s drunken texts.

I know that it was my fault

I’m sorry

I was wrong

Eddie don’t answer now

I need to say this

I love you

The last message was the only one without any spelling errors and it was like Eddie’s heart stopped in his chest, his mouth dried up and his phone suddenly weighed the same as a brick, his palms dropping to his thighs. He lifted the phone back up to his face, thinking that the words on the screen might have changed since then.

I love you

They had said it before but that was before they got together and it just held so much more meaning now. Yet the first time that Buck told him this was in a drunken haze and suddenly it didn’t feel that great anymore.

So he left the messages unanswered. Read but unanswered. He crawled back under his duvet but wasn’t able to sleep.

I love you too, Buck

The words were typed out, staring him right back in the face, almost provoking him to do it. Not like this.

He didn’t remember falling asleep but he was woken up by knocking on the front door. It became more and more persistent when he tried to ignore it.

Eddie got out of bed and pulled on a shirt, his head heavy after tossing and turning all night.

He unlocked the door and right as he was about to open it, someone in the hallway pushed it open and Buck stood in front of him with a sheepish expression on his face.

“Buck” Eddie breathed out like he wasn’t expecting to see him and the well of feelings that had come over in him in the night hit him like a wave. He swallowed harshly and took a step backwards into the living room, letting Buck walk past him. Eddie crossed his arms firmly across his chest, letting his eyes wander over Buck’s body and face.

“I didn’t know if you’d want me to use my key or not” Buck smiled briefly and held the key out in his hand before placing it back in his pocket.

“No, it’s fine” Eddie said, nodding slightly before he dropped his arms to his sides and walked into the kitchen.

Buck was freshly showered, the scent of his cologne following him like this delicious smelling cloud that Eddie couldn’t help but to discreetly inhale. He could never get enough of that. Buck’s baby blue eyes were however glassy and somber, now showing how he truly felt as he stepped closer to Eddie.

“You left me on read” Buck stated as he leaned against a counter, his eyes dropping to the floor.

“Yes” Once again, Eddie’s voice sounded harsher than he intended for it to be but he also couldn’t help it. “I did” He continued, leaning against the counter opposite Buck.

“I’m sorry. For all of it. I shouldn’t have said what I did the other day, it was out of line. And last night, I shouldn’t have..” Buck hesitated as he caught Eddie’s eyes with his.

The pause in Buck’s sentence didn’t help the uneasy feeling that Eddie had in his stomach and he rubbed his hands across his face to hide how it was affecting him. The only problem with that was that Buck knew him well enough to know why he was acting like that.

Buck took a few more cautious steps towards Eddie, closing the distance between them by gently placing his hands on Eddie’s hips, watching for a reaction and when Eddie didn’t move, neither did he.

“Eddie, what I said last night, I shouldn’t have written that in a text. I don’t want you to think that I only said it to end an argument because that’s not why. I said it because you make my life better. I said it because the way that I feel for you, I don’t and have never felt for someone else. Because you help me heal. In here” Buck took Eddie’s hand and placed it above his heart, Eddie keeping it steady there.

Eddie dropped his hand and moved it under Buck’s shirt, tracing the soft skin right above his hipbone. His heart was pounding against his ribs and he was almost convinced that Buck was able to hear each individual beat.

“You left me on read” Buck chuckled lightly, the tension between them slowly becoming less tangible as Eddie finally dared to make eye contact with the man in front of him.

His boyfriend. The man that he loves.

“I did” Eddie confirmed once again and Buck wrapped his arms around the back of Eddie’s neck, letting their chest touch against one another and Eddie knew that Buck would have to be able to feel his heart racing like crazy. And he was right. It didn’t take more than a few seconds before Buck glanced down between them and then back into Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie felt his cheeks slowly becoming heated and he leaned slightly away from Buck but it was too late.

“I just..” The words got caught in the back of Eddie’s mouth and he had to close his eyes briefly to compose himself. Buck closed the distance between them once again by planting a gentle kiss on Eddie’s pink lips, it was so gentle that it almost tickled instead of anything else.

Eddie ran his hands over Buck’s back, let them move across his shoulders and up to the back of his neck, his fingertips touching the soft curls that he loved so much. He kissed Buck a bit more firmly and when they broke apart, Buck’s eyes were looking softly back at him.

“Eddie?” Buck said, now feeling his pulse rise too.

“Yes?” Eddie replied, watching Buck’s body language change, his shoulders tensing slightly as he got nervous.

“I love you” Buck’s voice was filled with joy and nothing but confidence radiated on his face as he finally spoke. He loves Eddie Diaz. He loves him so much that it makes his entire body ache for more all the time. He loves him so much that he’s almost scared to say it out loud.

“I love you too, Buck. You have no idea how much” Eddie eventually said as he got over the initial shock of hearing it for the first time instead of just reading it on a screen. He loves Evan Buckley and every fiber of his being.

Tagging: @buckleyobsessed @eddiediaztho @buckleydiaz @belovedbuddie @barbiediaz @cinematics123 @buddiex 💗 (lemme know if you don’t wanna be tagged in the future)

#eddie diaz #911 on fox #edmundo diaz #evan buckley #ryan guzman #911 on abc #angela bassett #kenneth choi #peter krause #oliver stark #buddie fanfic #buddie #buck x eddie #athena grant #bobby nash #aisha hinds #hen wilson #chimney han #maddie buckley #jennifer love hewitt #evan buck buckley #fanfic #this is making me slightly uncomfortable but here goes nothing I guess #fuck it friday

[sinecosinewheel]

curate amelia n vicar laurence

amelia lore under the readmore (warning: long)

ok so. curate amelia is laurence's successor publicly, but in private she's known by the choir and hunters of the church as the Vicar's Hound. if laurence is suspicious of or annoyed by someone, she will discretely kill them and leave them in a public area as an example (it's blamed on beast attacks but the message is understood)

basically if your coworker ends up mulched one day in the courtyard you know to stay in line or else

shes takes gehrman's old role as his right-hand man so i wanted her to resemble gehrman without cosplaying as him (capey thing, big loose collar) and her church pick is 1. gigantic 2. modeled after the burial blade

brador is supposed to hunt down those who spread the church's secrets but amelia is meant as a bodyguard/intimidation so it doesn't come to that they're similar but different roles i prommy

amelia is the only person laurence trusts. since gehrman left for the dream he's become more paranoid and he trusts her because he has blackmail on her from the hunter she killed, and because of her complete devotion to the church and him

more on why laurence is paranoid in his old age: he used to need glasses before he started using blood ministration on himself and his encroaching beasthood is making his vision fail but he can't get glasses because it would raise questions like 'why is the healing blood not working, whats wrong with the vicar, whats wrong with the church etc', plus that ascending thing isn't going great, his bf is trapped in a pocket dimension, and the beasthood means hes running out of time. thats why he needs a successor, enter amelia, who can also function as personal assassin and bodyguard

laurence likes to think of her as the daughter he and gehrman could have had. part of the reason why he chose her is because she reminded him of himself. sir that's not your daughter you fucked up a perfectly good hunter shes got religious trauma. anyway she's kind of a foil to maria/the doll

amelia's dynamic with laurence is very confused. he's my blackmailer, he's my christ figure, he's my dad, he's my boss, etc.

she was good friends with the hunter she killed, so the blackmail is less 'ill tell on you' and more, 'you can only be absolved of your sins in service to me, what would your friend think of you'

brador hates her. he considers amelia unnecessary and feels like shes usurping some of his position with laurence

when laurence gave in to beasthood and died she was completely out of her depth and was completely unprepared to actually take over after him. some part of her thought he could never really die, such was the depth of her worship

as vicar she has heavy scarring from being there when he transformed, she froze in the face of the beast and couldn't bring herself to fight him

brador killed him instead and thinks she's a coward for not being able to put laurence down, considering it a failure of her faith

he says as much to her face and in grief and retribution her first act as vicar is to lock him up for killing the previous vicar

hes got his bell so he can still do his job, and he eventually dies in his cell and ends up in the nightmare

amelia has no idea what to do when things go to shit so she seals cathedral ward in an attempt to lock the beasts out, but she didn't understand they were already there until it was too late

#bloodborne #soulsborne #fromsoftware #vicar amelia #laurence the first vicar #wheelart #my art #finally. melia loredump. #briefly considered a more grim reaper like look but i couldn't make it work :p maybe later

[zoeyslament]

Warm Me Up - Nischa OneShot

The power is out in Uranium City. Mischa goes to spend the night with Noel, so he’s not cold in his drafty basement. Fluff ensues.

No tws! Enjoy!

The power in Uranium City rarely ever went out. Was it because the town was fairly devoid of trees so nothing was there to hit the power lines? Or maybe because a power outage would be too interesting and whatever deity was out there would not wish that on the town where nothing ever happened? As far as Noel Gruber knew or cared, the latter was more likely. 

So whenever it did happen, which was barely once, maybe twice a year, Noel had a plan. 

Step 1: light a few candles

Step 2: cuddle up in bed

Step 3: pull out a copy of a classic novel and read the night away

Foolproof. Even a power outage could become a special occasion for him. So on a Saturday night in mid January, he was ready as soon as the lights started to flicker. 

As the scent of lavender and lemongrass rose in the room, Noel glanced outside the window. Snowflakes the size of quarters were drifting down from the heavens in heaps and heaps, coating the ground in a blanket of frosty white. The window was glazed with ice, though Noel was warm and toasty in his pile of blankets and pillows.

He cracked open an ancient copy of Jane Eyre, kicked his feet up, and breathed in the sweet scents of flowers and citrus. Nothing could possibly have ruined this excellent night. 

Something ruined his excellent night. 

Noel was only three chapters into his fifth re-read of Jane Eyre when he felt a vibrating sensation in one of his pockets. A text message. 

Mischa: Noel can I come over

Noel quickly texted back. For as little as he seemed to care about life, as nihilistic and sometimes pessimistic as he could be, he drew the line at Mischa. 

Noel and Mischa had grown close over the last few months. It wasn’t like Noel liked him or anything, just loved the way Mischa’s warm brown eyes melted him, the feeling of Mischa’s strong arms snaking around his body for a hug, the way his hair sometimes swung in his eyes, the way his head bobbed whenever he listened to music, the stupid lopsided smile on his face when he showed Noel a new rap, how his voice sounded when he was concerned…

Okay, maybe Noel liked him…a little bit. 

Noel: Yes, use the back door tho, front walkway is real icy

Mischa: k

Noel glanced around the room. What could have been so urgent that Mischa needed to come over? 

Noel: everything ok?

Mischa: ig

Noel: liar

Mischa: im just cold 

Mischa: heater not working

Mischa: u have power?

Noel: no, but i have warm blankets and candles

Mischa: ofc u do

Noel: whats that supposed to mean lol?

Mischa: gay ass

Noel: no shit

Ah, there it was. A sinking reminder that Mischa was not, in fact, into guys. “Gay ass.” Almost an insult. Maybe worse? 

Mischa: ok almost there. Its cold out here. 

Noel: Are u not wearing a coat?

Mischa: I don’t have one

Noel: oh shit

Noel: doors unlocked for u, im in my room btw

Mischa: thx

Noel could hear the door swinging open. The house was old and also extremely small, meaning sounds on one end could be easily heard on the other. Footsteps pounded on the squeaky floorboards, a yawn, the rustle of clothing on skin. 

The bedroom door opened, and Mischa stepped into the dim candlelight. He was soaked head to toe, dressed in a pair of pajama pants with dogs on them and a t-shirt. 

Noel raised an eyebrow, concerned. “That doesn’t look very comfortable.”

Mischa flicked a few remaining bits of snow from his pant leg. “It is not, but it was all that was clean.”

“Why are you all wet?” Noel stood up, facing Mischa. “You look like you almost drowned!”

“Fell on your icy as fuck driveway and landed in a snow bank.” He grumbled. “My ass is gonna be sore for days.” 

“Careful what you say.” He chuckled.

 He reached out, hand brushing down Mischa’s arm. “I have some warmer 

pajamas you can wear if you want.” He gestured toward his closet. “Dryer too.” 

Mischa smiled his stupid lopsided smile again, but waved him off. “I would rather just sleep in my boxers if that’s not an issue.”

“It’s freezing cold, and you’re taking layers off?” Noel laughed. 

“Well, yeah. It is wet. And you said you have blankets, yes?” 

“Yeah, on my bed. You can sleep there I guess, I’ll go sleep on the couch or something.” 

Mischa cocked his head to one side. “It is freezing cold, and you are going to sleep without blanket on the sofa?” 

“...Touche. I’ll dig the air mattress out.” He suggested. “I’m  pretty sure it’s in the basement.” 

“No need.” Mischa insisted. “I will sleep on floor. Just toss me down an extra pillow maybe?” 

Noel sighed. This wasn’t going anywhere. “Nobody’s sleeping on the floor. Look, Mischa, I know it might be awkward, but you can share my bed if you want. It’s probably warmer than the couch, and it’s big enough that you won’t even have to touch me if you so wish.” 

It suddenly occurred to Noel that he’d been staring at the floor for the past few moments of their conversation. He finally looked up at Mischa to see a blush spread across the taller boy’s face. He was also shaking from the cold. Noel himself was shivering a bit–winter in Uranium City was no laughing matter, especially with no heating. 

“Get out of those wet clothes and get in bed.” He demanded. “I won’t move my big gay ass any closer than it needs to be.” He joked. Mischa just blushed harder. 

“Thank you, Noel. This is much better than drafty old basement already.” He took off his shirt, revealing light curls of chest hair. Then he removed his pajama bottoms, and Noel kindly averted his eyes until Mischa was safely covered in blankets. 

“Comfy?” Noel slipped into bed beside Mischa, careful that no part of his body touched the Ukrainian. “You look a lot better now.”

“I am. Thank you, Poet. For everything.”

Woah, woah…Poet? What was that all about? Noel’s mind raced a million miles a minute, his face flushing redder than a cherry. He shifted side to side, debating moving closer to Mischa. 

A draft from the leaky ceiling solved this dilemma for him. The cold air came barreling at him like a racehorse, sending a shiver down Noel’s spine. Mischa tenderly wrapped an arm around him. 

“Stay close. We must remain warm, right?” Mischa laughed slightly. Noel smiled up at him. “That’s right. You don’t mind, do you?” 

“Poet, I have dreamed of this moment for months. You are clueless, aren’t you?”

Noel was confused. “What?” 

“I have been flirting with you for weeks! This whole sleepover thing was just one great big ploy to sleep in bed with you!” Mischa explained, sounding exasperated. “You are clueless as a bag of rocks.” 

Noel’s face went red once again. “You…like me? Like actually?”

Mischa nodded. “You are my man of words, Noel Gruber! I like you a hell of a lot!” 

The boys’ eyes met in the dim light that emanated from Noel’s candles. Mischa’s were a warm, chocolatey brown, and Noel’s were flecked with gold and grey. “You really are very beautiful, Poet.” Mischa’s voice was a husky whisper. “I hope you know that.” He cupped Noel’s face, and Noel nuzzled into his calloused hands. “You’re a lot gentler right now than you are at school.” He noted, and Mischa snorted.

“Can’t be gentle at school,” he explained, “Someone needs to act up. Keeps Ocean on her toes. I like bothering Ocean.” His eyes glimmered with his usual air of mischief, which warmed Noel’s heart. 

“Mischa,” Noel began warily, “Do you mind if I…if I kiss you? You know, consent and all that.” 

“Noel, Poet, you beautiful, perfect boy…You never need to ask.”

So, Noel hesitated for a moment, before sticking his head forward and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. 

Mischa smirked. “You missed.”  

He barely gave Noel a split second to realize what he meant before locking lips with him, sliding Noel’s body toward himself. As their bodies and faces collided, the males became enveloped in each other’s embraces. Mischa’s lips parted slightly, and Noel, almost instinctively, slid his tongue in, exploring Mischa’s mouth. It tasted almost like cheap vodka, a flavour Noel was not accustomed to, though he guessed, in his highly pleasured state, that he would be soon. 

Mischa broke the kiss, looking into Noel’s eyes again. This lasted for mere seconds before Noel has buried his face into Mischa’s chest, eyelashes fluttering down over those hazel-brown orbs, drifting off into slumber. 

“Hey, Poet?” he murmured, one more time. 

Noel shifted slightly. “Mhm?”

“Thank you for warming me up.” 

#rtc musical #rtc #ride the cyclone #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #nischa #oneshots #my writing

[iavenjqasdf]

Mech Pilot Story, part 3

[part 2]

HARD REBOOT

Noclipping 200 feet above the battlefield. Things look almost peaceful down there. The debris field is clearly delineated from the overworld. Wholly separable, a single lasso selection away from being totally cut out of this world.

This view isn’t new to V1C, but for once it’s not getting smaller, fading away as its reality shifts from weapon back to vessel and prepares to clock out. Instead, everything remains static in decay, embers and smoke particles the only evidence of animation.

Feels wrong to be stuck like this, forced to observe the aftermath. You just work here.

-----

“Fuck, you reek.”

That can’t be true. Contracts always end with a chemical bath, hosing off sweat and other carnage before its senses have a chance to recalibrate.¹

V1C opens its eyes, blinks, and tries to file a bug report; can’t see anything, unused voices. More faulty refurbs? Oh well. Gotta push through, hope your associates can carry you this shift and you get a better loadout tomorrow.²

“Oh, you’re up. Wish I’d thought of something to say.”

These audio issues are new; sounds like a cliched scene that launches a thousand sims and texts, compressed into a single string. Possibly the result of scheduled maintenance running overtime not leaving time for a full memory defragmenting.

V1C clutches those fragments tight until they’re entombed in its palms, keep the damage around them minimal because if they get removed so are all your memories and worse yet they might end up in something else and if that causes failures it’s coming out of your pay, superspreader of cognitohazards.

“Um,”

Neither sight nor sound can be relied upon, so V1C rifles through the miscellaneous inputs for context. Taste: metallic, dark and nauseating in the way rotting flesh is supposed to be [but you’ve never put that in your mouth so who could say]. Touch: touched quite vigorously; nearly every pain indicator is at high or severe. 

And the glitch is right; something does smell pretty bad.

V1C shifts, nervesear blasting along its limbs like a cord of lightning. Voiceless scream, curls onto its side to shield its most valuable components. Rivers of saltwater hiss along valleys where burning skin and exposed synflesh meet in welds that seem ready to come undone.

“Status?”

V1C expels air from its lungs in an unsuppressed manner. “Peachy.”

“Okay. You seem to have pissed yourself.”

Evidence is mounting against the “glitch” theory; V1C can’t see it, but there may actually be another voice in this room [if acoustics CAN be trusted, reverb patterns are consistent with being in a room]. Jaw clenches against cascading agony long enough to grunt.

“ID?”

“What?”

“I-den-ti-ty...”

“Oh. Um,” the glitch pauses for a moment. A quiet scratching sound [low reverb; small room?]

“...Rea.”

“Rea…”

V1C blinks. “Status?”

“Dunno.”

V1C uncurls a fraction of an inch. Urea blooms beneath naked form, tattered fabric clinging to damp skin of a thigh painted with burns and dried blood. Its vision remains blank.

Rea takes a breath, a sound of disgust leaving unconcealed. “...status?”

V1C’s starting to get real tired of these status updates.  “Critical. Pain… overwhelming.”

“I really did a number on you huh.”

“You…?” 

“Shush.”

Movement. Someone nearby. Click. The faintest warmth radiates, the smells get worse. Pressure around your neck but everything else also hurts too badly for you to respond.

“You’ll live. Just need more time.”

The presence retreats, the pressure remains, pinpricks around your neck, electric mist. Something inside the spasms twitches deep.

V1C sits upright.

Rea clears her throat. “Uh, it’s been-”

“[HOSTILE ENGAGED]”

“Oh…”

Rea scoots back, casually rifling through her pockets. V1C’s adrenal reserves kick in, powering through the error messages to rise to its feet. Rea’s found what she’s looking for and she presses its button.

CLICK.

The visual silence becomes a flash of light, instantly appearing then quickly receding as audio reenters the mix. Screams clip from an overheating throat as every bit of oxygen in the cramped space turns to plasma with a snap, eyes smoldering in sockets flames devour every square inch that isn’t being quenched by the last little bit of piss spraying from between V1C’s legs.

Through some miracle,³ it remains upright. The flames are gone as quickly as they hit; phantom embers still core all the way through flesh to the other side, but visually, there’s no evidence a fire ever happened.⁴

“That looked like it hurt hahaha.”

CLICK.

Lightning cracks wood splits bones crunch V1C’s reasoning skills are no longer part of the equation a sleetstorm of magma buffets gaping raw pores searing in the flavor V1C is floorbound and crying and screaming again and Rea stands overhead, ratking of mottled hair like a demonic haze in the dim red, eyes wide teeth bared ear to ear, the puddle of aureolin pools around bare toes.

“Hahaha oh man you’re gonna be such a fun stimtoy for me.”

CLICK.

=====

¹ For processing into disinfectant

² If the associate in front of you falls, pick up his battle pass and continue earning.

³ RNG wasted on a throwaway pull

⁴ The suppression systems were unnecessary

#📝 #mech pilot #v1c #guro #ero guro #spurge

[thelonelyhoneybee]

the tea is how he demanded to see her once since we’ve been gone- with no contact, in which not even the state would provide in the state of tennessee.

the tea is how he hasn’t helped a damn dime since we’ve been gone. i have purchased an entire wardrobe, hygiene items, 10+ cans of formula, she eats food now so im sure you know what that means, went through two cases of diapers and wipes each, and don’t get me started on the activities i have paid to do with my child with my alongside NEW freedom since leaving. AND I AM POSITIVE I AM FORGETTING SOMETHING, but this is all out of pocket no fucking assistance.

the tea is he only liked the label of being a father. he complained he could never relax or sleep due to my decision of not aborting her. he blamed her and i why he would stay up playing video games, watching tv, masturbating, or passively scrolling instead of doing his homework that inevitably caused him to flunk the term.

the tea is he would lie about going to his moms to go see a girl i was talking to first because he seeks on finding partners that look like me or HM. or maybe it’s because he does whatever it takes to hurt people. he enjoys getting deep. maybe it wasn’t a motive but it’s gotta be the icing on the cake. i was the main provider countless of times while he played like he wasn’t a father outside. i went out twice in 9 1/2 months. if i left the house without my child, i promise you it got so bad about me hearing about it i either didn’t leave or i always took her with me.

the tea is how he would give me black eyes and bruises weekly but was quick to forget the whole reason why he started to beat my ass in the first place. i am a domestic violence survivor. my ex prior did unspeakable things to me that are everlasting. when confrontation occurs between my partner and i, i back away. i am quiet. i like to revisit due to my ptsd. i have been punched for talking, spitting blood, or crying because of every time i didn’t speak before with the same man you support. my ptsd caused by old abuser influenced the tactics on my latest because HE forgot who I have become or how to ever speak to me. he forgot and stopped caring because i wasn’t his interest after i became a complication with HM. i was only convenient.

the tea is how he craved an abortion and also threatened to kick me in the stomach several times. in which i have documents to support both of these. or how he would tell me that he was searching for a new mom for her, one that doesn’t ask questions, takes care of the kid, cooks and cleans, does what is told, etc all because he truly believes he doesn’t have to help. (i have texts of this as well as voice recordings)

the tea is how i helped him STILL when i was pregnant to go get assistance because of him having an STI. i played dumb, but no one RANDOMLY gets an infection in their nut sack let’s be fucking for real here

the tea is how i was manipulated into believing he was my best friend- who wanted me to find new partners just to bag the girl i was talking to AND have sex with the trans (trans m2f), who also originally were both either wanting to talk or were talking to me… or how i wasn’t allowed to be with friends or family.. i wasn’t allowed to know the true feeling of love for 5 fucking years. i still do not unless it comes from my child. these black eyes are why I never came to see you, Emma. this is why i never got the formal opportunity of allowing you to get close to me. i knew what would come.

the tea is how he would hit me, yell at me that i am the one who wanted to have this child, force me to quit my job that payed more so that way he can keep his “ego” and told me that the only person AND MAIN PERSON that needs to take care of Genevieve Ryleigh Anne Stewart is Annie Danielle MOTHER FUCKING THAYER. WHY ARE THINGS DIFFERENT NOW??? WHY DOES HE GET TO COMPLAIN ABOUT NOT SEEING A CHILD WHEN I HAVE DOCUMENTED PROOF OF NO FUCKING MESSAGES FROM THIS MAN.

the tea is how charges were pressed on me but we know who really did things… he will, can, and has the power and the voice to be very impactful. he is very influential. in other words, someone is great with hiding things from their partners alongside with wearing masks..

i could go on for hours- sincerely-

you sure you don’t want that coffee? or maybe tea? you seem really thirsty. do not fret, my book is coming soon. i have been painted a villain in multiple fictions by a con artist, womanizer, narcissist, and manipulative concoction that this “man” necessarily is. i will no longer respond or react to these messages that are anonymous. i am taking the HIGHER route.

at this point of time, i do not care about an excuse for a person when they do not and have not provided. there’s a reason a man will sit up in another woman’s house, eating her food, shacking up, and influencing her perception with head and performances like this…

i don’t hate you anymore Hannah. I envy Hannah getting to leave.

I am not a hateful person. I am not keeping anyone away from Genevieve. I am a good mom. I live my life every day for Genevieve. I have been a better mom since finally putting my foot down and giving up on my best friend of 5 fucking years.

i gave up on you ever changing

i gave up on you

don’t burn yourself, i know it’s hot

#entry #HC #ES #CS #FINAL ENTRY #nomorefreecontent

[melancholyshadow]

summer fun || a. barber

summary: everyone seems to know (y/f/n) except for andy. 

pairing: andy barber x neighbor!female!reader

warnings: (18+) age gap (reader is 20s, andy is 40s), (m) masturbation, andy thinks about reader while in the shower, pet-names (bunny, baby, honey), mentions of divorce, ex-wife talk. minors DNI

an: i am an absolute WHORE for andy barber, and i haven’t even watched defending jacob, so if i get any information wrong, oopsies. and i know the sundress trope is over done, but i fucking love it so leave me alone. i feel like i only write in series because i have so many ideas and could never fit them all into one one-shot. anyway, enjoy :p

Andy’s phone vibrated once in his back pocket, initially he ignored it. Too busy scanning over the pre-made pastries, debating cupcakes or sugar cookies. In his left hand was a cardboard container filled with fruit-flavored hard lemonades. But he felt his phone buzz again, this time in rapid succession. With an eye-roll, he pulled it out of his pocket and towards his ear without even looking at the caller ID. 

“Hello?” He said flatly, deciding on the brightly colored cookies and grabbing a few of them, supporting the stack with his chest. “Hi Andy, it’s Marie.” Her voice was soft, but full of excitement. “I was just calling to make sure you’re coming to the get-together this afternoon. You didn’t replay to our group message.” Andy had that group message on mute, so of course he didn’t reply. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Lie. He wanted nothing more than to skip this stupid party. She talked his ear off for another couple minutes, talking about nothing important, as he stood in line to pay for his couple groceries. 

“Well Marie, I’m actually about to check-out at the store. I’ll see you at 2.” Andy cut her off mid-sentence. “Okay dear, don’t forget, it’s near the playground, John is bringing out his grill.” She explained, although Andy already knew, they did this literally every year. “Alright, I will be there. Bye.” He said again, before hanging up the phone. 

He understood the importance of community, and getting to know your neighbors and all that jazz, but he didn’t need to be reminded of an event he had known about for well, a year. Andy knew he sounded like a sourpuss, and he did enjoy himself while at the function, but just the initial thought of attending is what he dreaded. After checking out, he started the walk across the parking lot towards his car.

When Andy finally decided to make his way towards the party, he heard some kids screaming as soon as he stepped out his door. Thank god, his child was older, there was no way he could deal with that type of screaming anymore. The cookies and hard lemonades were still in their shopping bags, and he slipped in a bottle of Jameson for him and some of the other guys in the neighborhood. 

The red and blue twisting slides soon came into Andy’s view, along with about thirty people, all sitting in lawn-chairs in their own little circles. Andy had made sure to grab his own chair from the garage before he left. People greeted Andy as he got closer to the crowd of people, handshakes from some of the older men, pecks on the cheek from some of the older women, and high-fives from some of the kids he had known since they were in diapers.

“Andy! Over here!” Andy turned his head towards the person who called his name, it was his friend Josh. Him and Andy had been friends ever since Josh moved into the cul-de-sac about ten years ago, they were neighbors. Their son’s had hit it off right away, and ended up becoming really good friends, and in turn, so did the two older men. Andy ditches the cookies and lemonades with the rest of the food and beverages. 

“Hey man.” Andy pulled the other man in for a brief hug, before setting up his lawn chair. “Did you bring the stuff?” Josh asked, pretending to be secretive. “Of course I did.” Andy scoffed, pulling out two glasses and the green bottle. He poured about three-fingers worth of alcohol into each glass. Three-fingers worth meaning about a third of the way full. Both of them chatted about anything that came to mind as a couple more people appeared.

Josh was telling Andy a story he had heard about a hundred times, so he half-listened, nodding and throwing out the occasional “uh-huh.” Andy allowed his eyes to wander between person to person, watching other people engage in conversation, kids push each other for a turn on the swing, and a group of elderly men gossiping about someone from the community. He heard an uptick in conversation to his left, so he turned his attention that way. 

“Who is that?”

Andy’s eyes landed on you. He had never seen you before, clearly, and he was absolutely sure of that. You were not someone simply forgotten. His eyes followed you, every movement, almost in slow motion. You hugged some of his friends and neighbors, placing friendly kisses on their cheeks. A face decorated with a big smile as you greeted some of the smaller children, and they clung to you like they had known you their whole life.

“Who’s that?” Andy’s friend laughed at him. “That’s (Y/F/N). She used to babysit for almost every family here, until she went off to college. She recently graduated and moved into the neighborhood.” That name rang a bell. He had definitely heard it before, but never would have connected the two. That made sense why he never met you, Laurie and him never believed in babysitters. Almost like you were summoned by your name being mentioned, you sauntered towards the small circle of people Andy currently sat in.

You were wearing a green sundress, adorned with small white polka-dots and thin straps tied into bows on your shoulders. The color accented your skin color absolutely amazing. It clung to your body, your breasts, hips, ass, and thighs. The material ended at the middle of your thighs, occasionally catching a gust of wind, pulling the fabric a little higher. A thin layer of sweat covered your chest and legs, giving you a glow of some sorts. 

“Hey guys!” You exclaimed, standing between Andy and Josh’s lawn chairs. Your eyes bouncing between everyone until they landed on Andy. “Hi, I’m (Y/F/N)! I don’t think we’ve met.” You stuck out one of your manicured hands, and Andy’s large hand enveloped over yours. “Nice to meet you, I’m Andy Barber.” He introduced himself. “Wait, are you Jacob Barber’s dad?” This confused Andy. 

“I am. How do you know Jacob?” Andy shifted in his chair to face you better. “Jacob and I went to college together.” You explained, everyone else had gone back to their own conversations. “Oh, He’s never mentioned you before.” He explained, bringing his glass up to his lips. “We only met our last semester, I transferred closer to home my last year. I originally went to school in Washington.” You explained, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “When I told him I was moving here, he mentioned you lived in this neighborhood. I didn’t think I would meet you so soon.”

Before Andy could say anything else, your name was being called from somewhere behind you. “Well, if you talk to Jacob, tell him I said hello.” And with that you walked off, but not before Andy could admire you one more time. The way your hips moved when you walked. He even noticed that it wasn’t white polka-dots on your dress, but tiny flowers.

For the rest of the afternoon, he would steal glances at you, and nearly got caught staring at you for way too long. When he got home, had a conversation with Jacob. His son was surprised when his dad asked about you. “(Y/F/N)? How do you know (Y/F/N)?” Jacob sounded confused. “Apparently she just moved into the neighborhood. She said you two went to college together.”

“Oh yeah, she did mention that.” The man on the other end of the phone laughed. “Yeah, well, she transferred to my college last year, something about her mom and wanting to be closer. We had the same minor, so we had two classes together last semester.” His story lined up perfectly with hers. “She’s basically the reason I passed those classes.” There was silence for a moment. “Well, she told me to tell you hello.

Andy quickly found out that you lived only a couple houses down from him. This sparked his memory, he remembered seeing a movie truck and an unfamiliar car, but he assumed someone was moving out and not in. This neighborhood rarely has any new people, especially not people your age.

Like every morning, Andy went on a run, but instead of turning left out his driveway, he went right. The way toward your house. He wasn’t exactly sure how many houses away you were. But it wasn’t hard to figure it out, since you were gathering groceries from your car when he passed. It looked like you were struggling so he stopped.

“Need some help?” He asked, starting the walk up your driveway. You tossed your head in the direction of his voice, and a smile immediately grew on your face. “Yes, please.” You chuckled, balancing a jug of milk on your thigh. He picked up his pace and took in your appearance on this warm morning. This sundress was light blue, with some more white flowers. The sleeves were longer than the last dress but around the same length on your thighs. The neckline plunged much further, exposing the inner curvature of your breasts. He thought about his lips pressing against the valley of your breasting, being sure to mark his territory.

Quickly, he grabbed the reusable bag off your shoulder, and easily gathered four more bags. “Wow, Mr. Muscle.” He heard you chuckle, grabbing the last bag and the carton of milk. He walked behind you, and up the steps towards your front door. “Don’t mind the mess, I’m still unpacking.” You explained, unlocking and pushing the door open. Andy kicked the door shut with his foot, and you led him towards the kitchen.

You placed the milk and your purse on the counter, “You can just set them on the ground, I have to sort out cold stuff.” He obliged. “Thank you so much, Mr. Barber.” You smiled at him. God, he loved your smile. “No problem, anything I can do to help.” He insisted. “Would you like water? A soda? A beer?” You asked him, opening your fridge to place the milk inside. Andy’s eyes landed on the new skin visible on your thighs, as the fabric moved upward. For a moment, he saw a piece of red fabric. His cock twitched in his boxers at the sight.

“I would love a beer, but since it’s only eleven in the morning, I’ll take a water.” He looked away from you, peering out your kitchen window. Anything to get his mind off the sight in front of him. “If you insist, but a little day-drinking never hurt anyone.” You snicker, shutting the fridge. After he composed himself a bit, he looked back towards you. You were only a couple feet from him, and he took the water out of your hand.

“At my age, it could hurt a lot.” Andy chuckled, before taking a swig of water. “If Jacob is 22, that means you’re probably in your early forties, that’s not old at all.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing one of the bags off the floor and emptying the contents onto the counter. “Plus, you don’t look a day over twenty-five.” Andy laughed at your words.

“What? I’m serious!” You insisted, throwing the now empty bag at Andy. It bounced off his chest and back onto the floor. “Well, thank you for the compliment.” The two of you stood in silence for a few moments, he watched you unpack your groceries. His eyes flickered between your ass and your legs, thinking about the red fabric only inches away from the end of your skirt. He desperately wanted to see that dress lying on the floor of this kitchen, or his bedroom, or anywhere.

He had never thought about a woman, the way he thought about you, but he did so guiltily. Not only were you young, you were friends with his son, and he was technically still married. Long story. Him and his kinda-sorta-almost ex-wife were separated, but not legally divorced. Laurie was dragging her feet with the paperwork. Andy had been trying for almost a year now, but she just kept coming up with excuses and demands that were just outrageous. And all he wanted to do was take out his frustration. On you.

“Mr. Barber?” Your voice tore him for his thoughts. “Huh? I’m sorry, what did you say?” His eyes refocused on you. “I said, I’m about to start some lunch, do you want some?” Andy wanted to desperately say yes, but he didn’t trust himself to stay here any longer. “Thank you so much for the offer, but I should really get back to my run, I have to leave to meet a client at two.” He explained, downing the rest of his water and tossing it in the trash can beside the island.

“Oh okay! I’ll walk you out.” You insisted, starting the journey towards the door. Andy, happily, trailing behind you. “Well, enjoy the rest of your run and good luck with your client.” And what she did next caught Andy off guard. Her soft, glossed lips landed on his right cheek. “And thanks for helping me with my groceries.” He didn’t even try and muster a word, and just left with a smile.

He might have lied to you. Just a small lie though. He wasn’t actually meeting with a client, but instead he had a meeting with Laurie and their respective lawyers. But you didn’t need to know that. So, Andy didn’t even try to finish his run, he went immediately home. He couldn’t think straight, and he needed to deal with this stirring in his gym shorts if he wanted to get anything else done today. So, directly to the shower he went.

Pulling off his clothes, and throwing them in the hamper. The water was cold, not lukewarm, cold. Like ice. He let the water fall down the expanse of his back, his hands pressed against the tile in front of him. He tried to think about anything except for you. But he let his eyes fall close, which ended up being a bad idea. Or a good idea. He wasn’t entirely sure.

All he could see was you bent over the island in your kitchen. That blue dress bunched up around your waist, and that thin red fabric completely on display for him to see. He admired them for a brief moment before tearing them down your legs, you let out a quick gasp. One of his knees pushed your legs open wider, so he could fit one of his hands between your legs. His index moved slowly between your folds, before making contact with your clit.

He felt your body tense and chuckled. Leaning over, his chest against your back, mouth right next to your ear. “You’re already so wet for me, bunny.” You couldn’t even muster any words, just noises, desperate for him to move his fingers. You rotate your hips against his still finger. “Talk to me, honey, what do you want me to do?” He loved having power, but especially power over you. “Touch, please.” Her voice was small, filled with breathy moans. “Touch who, baby?” He heard you huff in frustration. “Touch me, please.” She practically begged him. “Good girl.” He said, his index finger rubbing small circles onto her clit.

Andy couldn’t help it anymore, his hand wrapped around his cock, leaving one hand against the shower wall. He started slowly, savoring these thoughts. But that was hard since he was already so worked up, he just needed some release. He thrusted into his hand, picking up the pace each time. Mind filling with more scenarios of you and him.

And before he knew it he was right about there, and all he needed to think about was his cock buried deep inside your tight pussy, your face full of pleasure. Eyes screwed shut, mouth agape, and a string of moans passing your lips. He thought about you clenching around him, taking him so well. About how he would fill you up with his cum, and leave you a dripping mess.

The building in his stomach had reached its max, and he came in his hand and against the wall. Covering them in ribbons of cum, but both being cleaned almost immediately from the water. He pumped until he became too sensitive to even touch. He may have just gotten out of the shower, but he felt dirty

#andy barber one shot #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #andy barber imagine #andy barber x you #andy barber #chris evans #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evan one shot #chris evans fanfiction

[call-me-aesthetic]

If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

#anime #twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #trey clover #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #twst headcanons

[randomshyperson]

Hello, can I request a Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her. And hopefully happy ending? :)

I followed your request, but I don't know if it was exactly what you expected hahaha I hope you like it anyway.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - If You Asked Me To 

Part 2 (Smut Special)

Summary: Prompt request “ Modern AU Wanda x Female Reader with the song If You Asked Me To by Angeline Quinto? Where basically Wanda and R are in this middle area of not being official and on and off relationship because Wanda has had shitty ex’s that have cheated on her.” 

Words:  6.432K || Read on AO3

Warnings: Brief smut i think, cursing, mentions of drinking, a bit of angst, teasing, dirty talk, college au.

Marks:  @abimess​

//-//

You were very angry with your best friend.

Carol Danvers made you drive three hours to her university and her dorm, only to leave you locked out.

You were calling for the ninth or tenth time when the phone went to voicemail again and you resisted the urge to throw the phone away and left a new message.

"Carol, if you haven't had an accident, I'm going to strangle you when you get here." You grumbled against the device. "I'm at your dorm door, where the hell are you?"

You waited for another fifteen minutes before a redheaded girl approached you, clearly wanting to open the door.

"Can I help you?" She asked curiously, you let out a sigh.

"You must be Natasha, Carol told me about you." You say and the girl confirms with a nod. "I'm her friend from NYU, she just stood me up."

The girl laughed lightly as she unlocked the door. 

"No, she's just drunk in the building next door." She told you and you frowned. "Steve Rogers is having a party in the boys' dorm, and the last time I saw her, she was dancing on the table."

Natasha came into the room, beckoning you to follow her. She threw the bag she was carrying on the bed, and you threw your backpack on the bed that was supposed to be Carol's.

"I'm going to kill her." You grumble angrily, and Nat laughs. 

"Please don't do that, nice roommates are hard to find." She jokes, sitting down on the bed. You laugh, taking one last look at your cell phone. 

"Are you going to stick around?" You ask and the girl looks at you with a raised eyebrow.  "Carol had told me that you were going to sleep with your boyfriend or something, so the bed would be free." You clarify with flushed cheeks.

Nat bites her lips, slightly thoughtful.

"It's that option off." She comments. "We broke up tonight so."

"Damn, I'm sorry." 

"It's okay." She assures with a smile. "He was kind of a jerk. And I do prefer chicks anyway."

You nod, not really knowing what to say. Nat looks at you with squinted eyes.

"Are you into girls?" She asks suddenly and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"S-sure." You reply. "But I'm not interested in you." You say and she raises her eyebrows in surprise, and you hasten to add. "No, sorry. Damn it is... I didn't mean it like that... I.... You're pretty and all but.... I don't... " You start to ramble on and she crosses her arms, looking at you with an amused smile on her lips. You take a deep breath before responding more firmly. "I meant that I'm already dating someone."

Nat laughs.

"I don't see a ring."

You blush looking at your hands at the same moment, and then looking at her.

"I..."

"I'm just messing with you." She says next, and you sigh with relief. But then she has a mischievous expression next. "But if you want my advice, I would put on a ring. A pretty girl like you sometimes needs a chain."

You swallowed dryly, looking away quickly. And then the door opened, and your best friend stumbled drunkenly inside, and she was not alone.

"Wow, I didn't know there were people here" Complains a very pretty black girl holding your friend by the waist and slightly startled when she notices you. Carol had her back turned and blinked in surprise when she turned around, clearly drunk. You crossed your arms.

"Hey, I know you!" She laughingly commented pointing her finger at you. You rolled your eyes, not being able to stay mad at her like that. It was funny.

"Ah, I have one of those faces you know." You commented with a smile. "Or maybe it's the fucking picture of us on your headboard."

Carol looked at you for a second and then let out a surprised exclamation, throwing her arms around you.

"I can't believe you're here! I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed happily hugging you and you rolled your eyes, laughing at her inebriated state. You held out your hand to greet the other girl as Carol stood over you.

"You must be Maria, right?" you asked and she confirmed with a nod, half embarrassed. "I was hoping to meet you over coffee, but I guess this will do."

Maria laughs lightly, she too looks drunk. 

You sigh impatiently as you take Carol's arms off of you.

"We'll have a talk about commitment when you're sober, my sweet friend." You say to the blonde, who just smiles at you.

"Let's get something to drink while these two make out." Natasha comments getting up and pulling you by the hand. 

//-//

You both end up in the dorm cafeteria, and you rub your forehead lightly, feeling tired.

"Is there somewhere for me to sleep, around here?" You ask Nat as you sit down at one of the tables. "I really don't want to drive to a motel."

Nat stands thoughtfully for a few seconds.

"You can sleep in Maria's bed, since she's sleeping with Carol." She suggests and you sigh, taking a sip of the drink you bought from the machine. The coffee was not good, and you grimaced.

"God, that's awful." You comment and Nat laughs.

"Yeah, nobody ever orders that."

"And why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I love to mess with the NYU kids."

You look at her in surprise, but then you laugh and Nat follows you. 

"Fair enough." You grumble. The rivalry between the two colleges was not something unfamiliar to you.

"You might as well try Rogers' party." She starts with a suggestive smile. "Find a one-night stand, and get a bed to share."

You frown.

"I already told you I'm taken."

Nat laughs, taking a sip of her soda before speaking again.

"Yeah, and I'm not buying it."

You laugh, running your hands through your hair. Then you pull your cell phone out of your jacket pocket, and look for a picture in your gallery. You sigh when you don't find what you're looking for.

"Okay, I don't have any pictures with her, but that doesn't mean I'm lying..."

Nat laughs, placing the drink on the table and reaching for your cell phone, turning it over to herself. A picture of a redheaded girl on the glass screen.

"She's pretty." Nat comments. "Why don't you have pictures?"

You sigh, deciding if you should share with someone you just met. From what Carol said, Natasha was a nice girl. And honestly, you already liked her.

"We're not an official thing yet." You say shrugging, and putting your cell phone away, then putting your hands in your pockets. "Well, we are a thing. I'm just not sure what."

"Wow, that's trouble." She comments. "This kind of thing usually ends with everyone getting hurt."

"Yeah, I know." You mumble half annoyed. "But that it's temporary. We just need to connect properly, and everything will work out."

Nat looks at you with an insinuating smile.

"Someone is very much in love." She scoffs and you shrug, blushing. "That explains your gay panic earlier when I flirted with you."

You laugh sheepishly.

"Shut up."

//-//

You become friends with Natasha Romanoff after that. And now, almost three months later, you are single. Again.

"You know what, Wanda, do whatever you want." You retort angrily before slamming the door on your way out.

The first place you end up is in the outdoor area of the campus, sitting under one of the trees with your eyes closed.

"You young people are so dramatic." You hear a female voice comment wryly and open your eyes to face Professor Harkness, who teaches Social Psychology, standing in front of you with her hands in the pockets of her cardigan. She was probably one of the most controversial people you knew, impeccable teacher, but with questionable jokes. You liked her however.

"Hi, Mrs. Harkness." You mumbled.

"May I ask why you are striking the pose of the dramatic hero in a romance film? There are literally dry leaves falling all around you." She teases with a smile, you chuckle lightly.

"It's nothing, Mrs. Harkness." You tell her and she makes a slight movement with her head, indicating for you to walk with her. You sigh before standing up.

"I was talking to Principal Okoye at the entrance to the girls' dorm about the new coffee machines they installed in the teachers' lounge, and I, as well as the rest of the dorm, overheard your little disagreement with Miss Maximoff." She told as you walked side by side. You bit the inside of your cheeks, embarrassed. "Of course, my concern is that your grades will be affected by this conflict."

You laugh lightly, staring at the path in front of you. Mrs. Harkness was known for getting involved in the personal dramas of the students, and seemed to get a good kick out of it. You sighed lightly.

"Wanda and I are taking a break." You counters, and Harkness gives a chuckle.

"Young people, and these new forms of relationships." She retorts. "In my day we had one date and we were already getting married!"

"Is that why you divorced Professor Bohner?" You retort and Harkness seems impressed that you strike back, but laughs.

"Don't be a smart-ass, huh?" 

You laugh, shaking your head slightly. A moment later, Agatha speaks again.

"Maybe I'm not in my position to comment, but I'm going to bring it up anyway." She begins. "I've noticed that you get especially quiet in my classes when you have some disagreement with Mrs.Maximoff, which is a shame, since I love the debates you bring to my class."

"I'm really starting to believe that all this talk is about the subject matter." You retort with a smile and you stop walking at a crossroads. The teacher smiles at you.

"Next week we're going to have an important test." She says. "Maybe you two should work things out between yourselves so that it doesn't affect your grades."

"Thanks for the warning, Ms.Harkness." You comment with an embarrassed smile.

She nods before walking toward the main building. You head in the opposite direction, thinking about spending some time in the game room.

//-//

You are playing pool when Tony Stark joins you. Resisting the urge to use the stick on his face instead of the ball, you take a deep breath and play.

"What's up, Y/N?" He asks with a cocky little smile and you roll your eyes. From the timing and the annoying way rumors were spreading around the university, he should have heard about your little disagreement with Wanda.

"I'd watch your next words if I were you, Stark." You mumble menacingly. "I'm the one holding a bat."

He laughs, raising his hands in surrender for a moment. A drink that should be whiskey dangling between his fingers.

"I came here as a friend." He retorts and you watch the table, waiting for your partner, Clint Barton, to make his move.

"We're not friends." You say and Stark laughs again, making an expression of fake offense that makes you roll your eyes in impatience. "What do you want?”

"A favor."

"God must be testing me." You say bending down to make your move in the game. Stark smiles realizing that you will listen to what he has to say.

"I'm having a party on Saturday." He begins and you walk around the table. "I wish your friend Pepper was there."

"Do I look like a cupid, Stark?" You retort impatiently. "Even more so for someone like you. I wouldn't do that to Pepper."

Stark laughs awkwardly.

"Hey, come on." He says. "This story again? I already apologized, it's water under the bridge."

You grip the bat tightly, looking at Stark angrily, and he sighs. "Look, I'm not like that anymore, okay?" he continues. "Pepper is a nice girl, and I'm trying to get serious with her, but she blocked me and I can't invite her to a party."

"You're ridiculous." You comment impatiently. "Knowing you, you'll hound me until I say yes. Tell you what, I'll tell Pepper you're having a party, and you don't talk to me for the next year, okay?"

Tony let out an exclamation of celebration and rushed to give you a kiss on the cheek before quickly pulling away before you slapped him. He ran outside, waving and laughing.

"You know, I'm still amazed at how cool you can be." Clint comments as you turn your attention back to the game. You blink in confusion.

"Why do you say that?"

"I would have killed Tony if he had done what he did to Wanda to Laura." He says as you play along. "I think it's pretty mature the way you both went through it, and you forgave him despite everything."

You shake your head.

"He didn't do anything to me, I have nothing to forgive." You retort. "I've known him since he was a kid, and he's always been a jerk." You say. "After what happened, I was very angry. But then time passed, and he's just a colleague now. If he leaves me alone, I have no reason to fight with him."

"Yet here you are arranging a date for him." 

You let out a chuckle.

"Oh, yeah." You say. "How long before Tony finds out that Pepper is engaged, I wonder."

Clint blinks and then lets out a laugh.

"I'm impressed."

"Don't be." You say. "The best advantage of that story is that he won't talk to me for a whole year."

Clint laughs and you two play in silence.

When you finish, with him winning by a few points, it is you who pays the bill as you both bet.

On the way out, Laura calls him, and you go back to your dorm.

//-//

You skip the first period on Friday, Art History, because you sleep too much after staying up at dawn re-reading your messages with Wanda.

It's frustrating the way you can't get her out of your head.

Stumbling out of your bed, you are still yawning when you get out of the shower, and then you put on your first set of sweatshirts and leave for your next class.

Professor Harkness is already in the classroom when you enter.

You look at Wanda, already seated in one of the back seats when you sit down, but she quickly looks away from you.

"Dears, today I've brought a very relevant topic for our end-of-semester paper" Agatha begins as everyone sits down, and the bell rings. She has a twinkle in her eyes that makes you frown. "Let's talk a little about relationships today."

You look at the teacher in disbelief, and Harkness actually had the audacity to throw you a little smile before turning on the slides.

Sighing, you laid your head on one of your arms, starting to make some notes, knowing that this was going to be a long and awkward lesson.

"And so we can conclude that setting boundaries turns out to be a crucial part of a healthy relationship." Said Professor Harkness many minutes later. You were drawing a small doll with your pencil on the sheet and were startled when she called your name next. "Honey, I wanted your opinion on this topic."

You blinked in confusion, shaking your head slightly. Looking forward, you noticed that Agatha was pointing to the slide. The topic was "How to avoid fights and emotional fallout in a relationship?"

You mumbled to yourself that it was a great question, and Agatha asked you to speak up.

Blushing a little, you took a deep breath, trying to think of a decent answer.

"I would say that communication is one of the most important steps, Ms. Harkness." You answer then Agatha smiles at you.

"Yes, that is correct." She says. "And talking is the key. Not arguing, or accusing. Or offend. Talk."

You risk looking behind you and blush when you find Wanda already looking at you. You quickly turn your head forward. This is so childish, you think, trying to turn your attention back to class.

//-//

After your last period, you want to sleep. But there is a flood in the ladies' room and the dormitory is in absolute chaos, and it is also very hot, so you are heading outside two minutes after you have arrived in your room.

Your roommate, Darcy Lewis, catches up with you outside, extending a cigarette to you, but you refuse with a nod, though you stand beside her.

"I haven't seen you in a few days, is everything okay?" She asks casually between puffs. You shrug, and she smiles. "Let me guess, Wanda?"

"I'm so predictable, right?" you retort and she laughs.

"No, you're just in love."

You let out a dry laugh, looking at the small crowd of girls waiting for the bathroom flood to be cleaned up by the cleaning crew outside. 

"What's the deal with you guys, anyway?" Darcy asks with a frown. "Everyone has seen you two exchanging kisses in the same number that you''ve exchanged screams."

You run your hand through your hair, pulling the strands out of front of your eyes.

"We have too much history, that's all." You say. "Wanda doesn't quite know how she wants us to happen, and so we fight."

"Shit, that's sucks." She comments taking a long drag. You sigh, shrugging your shoulders.

"Yeah, it is what it is, sister." You retort. "She's got me tied up like a puppy while she decides what she wants to do."

Darcy is thoughtful for a moment, and then she puts out her cigarette.

"Look, you're a nice girl, and we've shared the same room for three years. I like you. " She begins, and you look at her curiously. "I think I can help you."

"Okay?"

"You know, I used to have a fling with a friend in high school, Jane, but she never let things be official between us, you know? Like she put me on hold mode." She tells you and you nod in understanding. "That just hurt me, until I took action."

"What did you do?"

"An ultimatum of course!" She says. "You need to confront her! If not, she will continue to think she can throw you over the edge whenever she wants. And you can't back down, you hear me? Or things could get worse."

You sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.

"I'm not very good with conflict." You say and Darcy puts her hand on your shoulder. 

"Come on, you can do it." She tries to encourage you with a smile. Seeing your lack of reaction, she adds with a grin. "You can always make her jealous too."

"What?" 

"Actually, she's looking over here with a deadly stare so I think you're already on this path." Darcy comments and you look back, only to catch a glimpse of Wanda's angry gaze before she turns and walks away from the dormitory. You let out a sigh.

"Shit." You say turning to Darcy quickly just to say goodbye, before running after the redhead. Darcy says something about "good luck" but you don't turn around.

//-//

You catch up with Wanda in one of the outside gardens, even from your back, you can practically feel her irritation.

"Will you please stop running?" You ask aloud, trying to catch up, and she finally stops, turning around with her arms crossed and an annoyed expression.

"What do you want?"

"Wanda, I was just talking to Darcy..."

Wanda lets out a dry laugh, her eyes glittering with irritation.

"I should have known you'd be like everyone else." She grumbles and you sigh, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Don't say that, Wanda." You say with weariness in your voice. "You know that's not true."

Wanda rolls her eyes, tears welling up in her eyes, and you refuse the urge to wipe them away, deciding that you two needed to talk.

"It doesn't matter." She retorts angrily. "We're done anyway."

"Enough." You interrupt her and she looks at you in surprise. "Enough of this whole taking a break, or breaking up for two or three days only for you to have me come back to your door and apologize for something that wasn't my fault."

"Wow, you really do remember things the way you want to."

You let out a dry laugh, taking one of your hands out of your pocket to run them through your hair nervously. 

"Wanda, I'm serious." You warn her. "I'm not doing this anymore. This game where you put me on hold for when you're in the mood. I have feelings, I can't do this any longer."

Wanda gasps with incredulity.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about." You retort angrily. "I am not your toy! I love you! I'm not going to be your compensation prize for when you're bored." You shout, and Wanda blinks in surprise. "Either we're for real, or we're nothing."

"I don't..." She starts and then shakes her head, trying to pull herself together. "You know what I went through... we... I told you how hard it is to trust..."

"Wanda, enough." You interrupt her, "That's exactly what I'm saying. You always use the same excuses to make me feel guilty about demanding anything." You count and she shakes her head in denial, but you don't stop. "I know exactly what you've been through, because I listen to you. I'm not like Vision, or Tony, or any of the other assholes you went out with." You say and Wanda lowers her head. "I take care of you, I don't lie, or hide things. I talk, and I listen, and I love you the best way I can. And you push me aside. I can't do that anymore." You say feeling your own eyes fill with water. "So I need an answer now."

"What?"

"Wanda." You call out to her, but she just stares at you with her mouth open, as if she is trying to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. You feel your tears run down. "Okay. I guess I have my answer then."

Wiping your tears away, you turn around, walking away. Wanda calls out to you, but you're done.

//-//

For three weeks now, your social life has been all about fictional characters.

Your real friends called and texted you, but you left your cell phone on silent and tried not to fail your exams, while you spent all your free time in your room, whining while watching romantic movies where things worked out in the end, unlike what happened to you.

And then Carol Danvers appeared in you bedroom.

"You've got to be kidding me." She grumbled when Darcy opened the door, and she found you wrapped in a blanket, lying on the bed and staring at nothing.

"Hi, Carol." You greeted her without moving.

"Nat began to worry that you were dead." She commented sitting up in your bed, "But you were just being dramatic."

"Yes, I intend to keep it going like this." You retort pulling the blanket up over your head.

"Wow, I thought your worst was when you guys were fighting, but you really hit misery when you broke up with her." Carol said and you whined at the mention.

"Please talk about something else."

Carol rolled her eyes as she pulled on the blanket.

"We're going out." She announces as you grumble as you feel the blanket being pulled completely off.

Forty minutes later, you have showered, and put on comfortable clothes, as well as accepted the two glasses of water Carol gave you.

"Nat and her new boyfriend are meeting us at the gallery on Avenue Two." Carol tells you as she checks her cell phone. "Maria is going too, and she's bringing a friend."

You grumble in agreement and suddenly stop walking.

"Are you trying to set me up on a date?"

Carol laughs. 

"I totally would, but no." She says."Monica is straight, and you're in the emotional cesspool, so I told Maria to bring someone so you wouldn't be the third wheel since we're in couples. Try to smile a little."

You roll your eyes, but don't reject that Carol has entwined her arm in yours as you walk toward the parking lots.

//-//

Meeting Monica turns out to be very nice after all.

You have many interests in common, and she is very intelligent and sarcastic, you enjoy her jokes.

Your outing with your friends brings a little cheer to you, and you find yourself laughing easily.

And then, when you are driving back to NYU, Monica mentions the boy she is talking to and you choke when you hear the name Maximoff.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you're dating Pietro!" Exclaims Carol in surprise as she drives you back. You are in the passenger seat, and Monica and Maria are in the back seat. Nat and Bruce, her boyfriend whom you met on the ride, went back to school on her motorcycle. "What a small world."

"I want to die." You grumble against the window, and Carol slaps you on the shoulder while Monica and Maria have confused expressions.

"Her girlfriend, damn, ex-girlfriend is Pietro's twin sister." Carol clarifies and the girls let out a noise of understanding. "How did you meet him, Mon?"

"I participated in the interclass program we had last semester between NYU and our university." She counted with a smile. "We talked for a few weeks, and he asked me out."

"Wow, what a coincidence." Carol says and you sigh, wishing you were back in bed.

"I had no idea Wanda had a girlfriend, Pietro didn't tell me."

You close your eyes, resting your head on the glass. Carol looked at you quickly, biting her lips, before she decided to speak.

"Yeah, well. Wanda wasn't exactly willing to make it all official..." She starts and you fight the urge to jump out of the car. "It was the reason for the breakup actually."

"Damn, I'm sorry." Monica said looking away from Carol to your reflection in the glass, but you kept your eyes closed. 

Seeing the worried expression Monica cast at you, Carol added.

"Don't worry about her, honey. She likes to put on drama." Said the blonde. "She's pretending she's in a sad music video, that’s why we left the radio on."

"I hate you." You mumble to Carol and she lets out a giggle.

"I guess your invitation won't be a good idea then, Mon." Maria remarks next and Carol looks at them curiously through the rearview mirror.

"What invitation, girls?"

Monica exchanges a look with Maria before speaking.

"Pietro is on the NYU soccer team, and he asked me to watch the final game." She says. "It's pretty important, because that's where a lot of future players come out of there with contracts."

"Wow, that sounds really important." Carol comments with a smile. 

"Anyway, he said it would be cool if I brought some friends along." She recounts. "He would like to meet my friends, and he would like me to meet his."

"That's awesome!" Carol exclaims happily. "Don't worry, we'll all be there cheering for Pietro."

The sentence makes you open your eyes and frown. But before you can say anything, Carol nods and repeats, "All of us."

//-//

Bad, bloody bad idea.

Fucking terrible idea.

You repeated these thoughts as you walked toward Carol, waiting for you at the entrance to the NYU soccer stadium, completely packed with students even though there were still forty minutes before the game started.

Carol was also wearing a set of jeans, and made a kind note about your outfit, but you just nodded, your thoughts elsewhere.

You met up with Maria, Nat and Bruce at the food booths, and you were glad to see your friends again after so many days.

"Ah, there's Monica coming." Said Maria with a smile waving to the girl through the crowd. The group looked on, and you swallowed dryly as Monica moved, and you noticed Pietro next to her, and then further back his group of friends, and his sister.

"I can't do this." You grumbled to Carol, and she looked at you with concern.

"Breathe." She asked softly as they approached. "You'll be fine, whatever happens just pretend she doesn't exist."

When the group reached you, you all smiled politely. You wanted to dig a hole in the ground when your gaze quickly met Wanda's, and your stomach churned, but you just waved nicely, and greeted everyone.

Soon you were all walking together to the stands. You wished you could stay the whole way with Carol, but she was chatting animatedly with Maria, and you stayed behind, avoiding walking with Wanda.

Pietro, and two of his friends, Bucky and Sam, also went to the locker room with him and the rest of the group went up to the bleacher seats.

You grumbled softly when you had to sit next to Wanda, hoping that your face wasn't too flushed. At least you were in the last chair with quick access to the corridor. To get away in case anything went wrong.

After everyone passed the food around, and you exchanged a few embarrassed glances with the redhead next to you when she passed you some soda, the game began.

It was an understatement to say that you weren't paying attention at all.

//-//

At halftime of the second half, Wanda commented that she wanted more snacks. And she could have simply asked you to excuse her, but she put her hand on your thigh instead, and you sighed in surprise and something else while you melted against your seat, and blushed profusely when she looked at you wide-eyed.

"I..." She started but you just started to get up.

"I'll buy it, I got it." You mumbled clumsily rushing to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Your legs were still shaking a little when you reached the food stalls.

Pulling your cell phone from your pocket, you typed a message to Carol that you were on the verge of emotional collapse and needed to leave. And without waiting for her to respond, you left the stadium.

//-//

NYU won the match. And Pietro got a contract to play for a famous team.

You heard about this from Maria the next day, because Carol wasn't talking to you.

She was very upset that you weren't opening up to her anymore, you knew it wasn't just because of the game.

You sent her an apology audio before the Literature class, and promised that you would be a reliable friend again.

During the lunch break, you went back to your dorm, intending to study a little.

"Hey." You greeted Darcy as you entered, she took off her headphones.

"Hey, pal." She retorted getting up and walking over to the bookshelf as you sat on the bed and threw your backpack on top of the sheet. "Your girl left some stuff for you." She warned as she picked up a book. You figured she must be studying for one of the surprise exams Professor Xavier used to pass around the class, and Darcy always remarked to you.

You blinked in surprise, and looked around. There was a small pile of things on your bed that you hadn't noticed before.

Shifting on the mattress, you began to look at the items.

You rolled your eyes at what Wanda decided to return. Some things were yours, like the NYU sweatshirt, and the cassette tapes, but there were also items that you had given her as gifts. Grabbing the bracelet you gave her for her birthday, the scarf you bought her for Christmas, and the book you got autographed by the author just for her, you left the room. Darcy didn't ask.

//-//

Wanda answered the door in confusion. You had a slightly annoyed expression.

"I can't believe you returned my gifts." You said walking into the room without waiting for her to pass. She mumbled an ironic "come in" afterwards.

You threw the items on her bed as she closed the door. You didn't notice that she locked it.

"I know we broke up, but that was cruel!" You said. "I gave those gifts to you, and you gave them back like they were nothing, I didn't..."

"I didn't give them back." She interrupted, twisting her fingers slightly, You frowned confused, "I wanted you to come talk to me."

You blink in surprise, feeling all the anger leave you at once. Shifting your weight between your feet, you cross your arms.

"What do you want, Wanda?"

"You." She confesses breathlessly and you frown in surprise, feeling your face heat up. She lets out a chuckle, running a hand through her hair. "I just... I want to apologize first." She begins. "I acted like a complete idiot, and I was so afraid of you hurting me that I did it to you first. And I'm sorry."

You looked at the floor afterwards, not knowing exactly what to say as you felt your heart racing. Wanda continued to speak.

"It's just... I swore I wasn't going to get involved with anyone after so many lies and betrayals." She said. "And then I met you. And you were sweet and kind, and so warm. And I didn't know how to handle all this love, because nobody ever treated me like that."

"Wanda..."

"No. I need to say." She interrupts with a tender smile. "You need to know that I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to do that. I was just scared."

You nod in understanding, swallowing dryly. 

"I know." You say. "Damn it, I know. I just... I just wanted you to understand that I will never do what they did to you."

Wanda steps forward, and you don't back down.

"I trust you." She said. "I know you won't. I want to make this work."

You sighed.

"A-are you sure?"

"You are the best thing that has happened to me since I left high school." She confesses with a shy smile. "I don't want to lose you. I want to live this, even if I'm terrified."

You smile, moving closer to Wanda to caress her cheeks.

"No need to be afraid, baby." You say gently. "I'll look after you."

Wanda smiled and hugged you by the shoulders. You sighed as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

She broke the embrace a moment later, however, bringing your mouths together in a sweet kiss.

God, you missed her lips so much.

Resting your foreheads together, you smiled and then kissed her again, more intensely this time.

Wanda sighed, then your head was spinning, and all the hard-on from spending weeks apart came back at once, and you were pushing her against the first surface you could find, a bookshelf.

She let out a mixed groan of pain and pleasure as she felt her back hit the wood, but she was back to kissing you passionately the next second.

"Did you miss me?" she whispered breathlessly against your lips, scratching the scalp of the back of your neck, you grunted, feeling her warm body.

"Did you miss me?" you retorted, trailing kisses down against her collarbone as your hands moved up the inside of her blouse.

"Yes." She confessed in a husky voice, closing her eyes tightly as you bit a sensitive spot on her neck.

"How much honey?" You asked as you reached for her breasts, squeezing the flesh through her bra and making her moan and throw her head back.

"So much, babe." She whimpered as you began to play with her nipples between your fingers. And then she nibbled on your ear, whispering breathlessly. "I played with myself only thinking of you."

You gasped, feeling a tightness under your belly. You stepped forward against Wanda, taking her in your lap, and she let out a surprised exclamation, but soon you carried her to the bed, lying on top of her only to capture your lips in an intense kiss.

Leaving your thigh between her legs, it wasn't long before Wanda began to squirm beneath you, your tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual kiss.

As your hand began to play with the buttons of Wanda's jeans, you heard the lock click and let out a mutter of dissatisfaction as you threw yourself to the side, releasing Wanda, who blinked in confusion at the sudden lack of contact and opened her mouth to complain, but shut up when her roommate entered next.

"Wanda, why did you lock the door... Wow hello" Said the girl with a mixed look of surprise and mischief. 

You cleared your throat, feeling hot and bothered as you sat up.

"Sorry to crash the party girls, but there wasn't a sock in the door." Continued the girl as she placed her belongings on her own bed.

"All right, Harley." Wanda said in a husky voice, exchanging a quick glance with you. 

"Besides, we have a test now Wands." The girl comments with a smile. "I imagine you forgot."

You let out a giggle as Wanda blinks in surprise with a flushed face.

"Damn right." She grumbles getting up, and straightening her crumpled clothes. You sigh, getting up as well.

Wanda exchanges a look with her colleague as she escorts you out.

"Call me when you're done, we can watch a movie." You say as you leave the room. Wanda bites her lips, denying it with her head. Before you can ask, she brings her face close to your ear and whispers:

"I can’t wait to come in your mouth."

"Fuck, Wanda." You grumble feeling your face heat up and the tightness below your stomach ache. But you do nothing, noticing Harley's curious gaze on you from inside the room, not to mention on the people around the hallway.

Wanda walks away with an innocent smile, looking at you fondly.

"I'll come to your dorm when I'm done with the test. " She says and you nod. Wanda places a short kiss on your lips and you chase after her face, feeling her smile on your lips as you kiss her firmer this time.

But it doesn't last long and you break away, smiling one last time before turning away. 

You wonder what your best friend's reaction will be when you tell her you two were dating again.

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[mrsmaybank]

My Little Sun - Reid x Reader

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” “So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

CONTENT WARNINGS: AGE GAP, VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, PREGNANCY, STALKING, LANGUAGE probably the misuse of a Russian word  IF THERES MORE LMK 

A/N: Okay, let me be honest rq this idea lowk scared me but the words really just fell out of my brain really easily so, yk fuck it whatever.  ANYWAY, if you like, please let me know! 

pt 2, pt 3 “I love you Spencer.” The words immediately melted me. 

“I know so many things.” She gave me an unapproving look. 

“I don’t mean to sound cocky, but I do! Now for once in your life, listen to me.” She nodded her head in concession.

“I’ve just read more, I’ve written more, I’ve discovered and studied more than the average person. I could tell you a little bit about anything with one hundred percent certainty. I could--and want--to tell you the names of all the stars, I could recite verbatim the entirety of Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus or Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, which you know, speaking of I will ‘cause I still can’t believe you haven’t read it,” Her smile flattened into a straight line, and I laughed. “Orrr, I could also tell you something simple, like why we get the hiccups.” I shook my head. 

“Regardless, I know so many things and I’m rarely taken by surprise because of it. Everything in life is a pattern of change, and as a human, we will always adjust and adapt to whatever situation we are in. For better or worse, we don’t feel the same thing for very long. This is why an addict takes a couple more every time, a sadist hits his second victim harder than the first, they’re searching for the high of the first time, and it will never come.”

She nodded in understanding, 

 “I know this is true, it’s factual, and yet every time I look at you it feels like the first. You’ve broken the laws of human psychology.” 

“First time you saw me was at a gas station Spencer.” 

“No. The first time I looked at you after I knew I loved you.” 

“Where were we?” 

“My car. You were dancing. You looked ridiculous.” 

“Ridiculously sexy? You mean?” She smiled. 

“Ridiculously perfect.” I held her tighter as she looked up at me and our eyes locked, “I’ve fallen ridiculously in love with you.” 

“So my evil plan worked then?” She chirped.

“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”

“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin. 

“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.” 

“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled. 

“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine. 

“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine. 

“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted. 

I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.  

“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss. 

“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed. 

“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.” 

“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.” “You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic. 

“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”

“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.” 

“You are. So, so much smarter.” 

“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest. 

I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”

She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.” 

“Whatever…”

I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?” 

She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.” 

I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other. 

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“Must you work?” I sent the message to Spencer as I rolled over to his side of the bed in anticipation. I breathed in heavy, liking the way the pillow smelled like his laundry.

“Unfortunately.”  he responded. “Think you’ll be home this weekend?” 

“It’s not looking like it, little one. I’m sorry.” 

I didn’t reply. I was too sad to reply. I knew it’d make him feel guilty, which I didn’t want to do, cause like, his job and saving people and shit is important. But, it still wasn’t fair! At all. There was something very important I had to tell him. 

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Total darkness, and then way too much light. My head hurt and I couldn’t move. I was handcuffed to a wooden chair. There were chains around my torso and ankles. The room was a medical sort of bright. It smelled like bleach and rotting fruit. The walls were dilapidated, seeming to be made of tiles that were once white, but have turned yellow. 

What the FUCK? 

“Hello!” I shouted. My voice was so coarse it hurt. Shit. My head pulsed so badly it practically hurt to think, but I still racked my brain. 

Where am I? 

How’d I get here? 

Why am I here? 

I woke up again. Fuck, why can’t I think? Why can’t I do anything? 

“Hey, y/n.” A woman’s voice. A very stoic, cold, sounding female voice.

I’m not alone. Thank god, oh my god, I’m not alone. 

With the little strength I had, I lifted my head to see her. She wasn’t what I thought. She was alright, she wasn’t tied. She did this to me? 

She took a sip from her silver flask, “Do you know who I am?” 

I shook my head. “No.” 

“Typical.” She stood up and grabbed me by the hair, “You fucking disgust me.” Like, she said, she threw my hair away like it disgusted her. 

She sat back down on the bench in front of the chair I was chained to, “My name is Brook Austen. I was a professor at Georgetown last year. Taught a couple seminars at your school, that little university you go to, the students there were nothing like mine. Not nearly as intelligent, but as expected, Georgetown is much more prestigious, obviously.”

I was confused, and she knew, but did not care. 

“You’re not the brightest, y/n. Only slightly above average high school grades, strikingly mediocre academic performance now.”

Where the hell is she going with this? 

“And you know it doesn’t surprise me, per say, because every man on this goddamn planet is a piece of fucking shit! But I thought that, maybe, just maybe, Spencer was different.” 

She grimaced, “I thought he’d want more than just a pretty face! ‘Cause you might be prettier y/n, but I’m smarter.” Her words were laced with utter hatred. 

Her demeanor changed, and it almost started to seem like she was talking to herself. “I'm older. I’m more successful. I’m fucking better.” 

She approached me again, grabbing my face so I was looking her in those scarily light green eyes, and she wrapped her hands around my throat.  “I’m fucking better then you! Better, better, better!” Every time she said better she shook my neck and gripped tighter so I couldn’t breathe. 

“Stop! Please! Please stop!” I shouted, “I’m-I’m pregnant!” 

She began to break down, “You’re pregnant?” A maniacal chuckle left her throat, “You’re pregnant?”  

“Is it Spencer’s?” she asked. 

I nodded. 

“Wow.” She laughed once more, “Fucking wow.” 

“How could Spencer choose this!? You’re nothing like him. You are a pathetic fucking college student. A fucking daddy issue ridden slut! I’m a celebrated academic, just like him!” Tears began to slip from her eyes, “How could he not choose me?”

This woman is NOT well in the head. 

“You--you like Spencer?” I asked. 

“You don’t get to ask the fuckin’ questions here.” She pulled a knife out of her pocket and held it to the tip of my chin, “I do. So you’re gonna answer them.” Or, she started manically laughing, “I’ll kill you.” She swallowed, “And your baby.” 

I screamed at those words, “No,” I sobbed, “NO!” 

I turned my head away so I didn’t have to look at the woman in front of me, there was a timed red dot blinking. A camera. 

“Is that-- is that a camera?” 

She nodded, “I want Spencer to see you and his child die.” 

“He….No! No, please, No!” I choked on a sob and she smiled. 

“He doesn’t know.” She paced, “He doesn’t even fucking know!” 

She waltzed over to the camera and brought it closer to us, “Hey Spencer.” She began waving, “Hey Penelope. Aaron. Derek. Jennifer. Emily.” 

Her demeanor changed once more, into that of a cheerleader of all things, “So, quick recap.” Brook pursed her lips, “Spencer your twenty three year old fucktoy is pregnant. Congrats!” 

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Y/N was two things I didn’t know she was this morning: In serious danger, and the mother of my expected child. I felt frozen in trepidation. 

We all watched in horror as Brook greeted us. All by first name. She knew exactly what she was doing and it freaked me out even more. 

“Reid, you need to step out.” Hotch grabbed my shoulder, “Now.” 

I was sick with fear and ill with rage. I sat down because I could feel my knees go weak. Hotch started again, “We know who she is. We will find her. Y/N will be alright.” He paused, “So will the baby.” 

I replayed the events of the live footage in my head, her screams of pain and terror, her trembles and confusion. I’d failed her. I’d failed her and now I knew I’d also failed our child. 

JJ sat down next to me, “Spencer, when did you meet Brook?” 

“I uh,” I wiped my face, “A year and four months ago. I did uh, I taught uh, I taught a string of seminars at Georgetown. It was biweekly. Her office was next to mine. We spoke for the first time when she offered me a coffee.” 

“What did you say?” 

“What do you think I said?” 

“Yes.” 

“Yeah, I said yeah, I fucking like coffee.” I felt instantaneously guilty for cursing, and especially at JJ but I was too frazzled for it to last long enough to apologize. 

“I know Spence, I’m sorry. Just keep going.” 

“Then, the next week, we got lunch together.” 

“Was it, you know, friendly?” 

“What are you implying Jennifer?” I snapped. 

“No Spence, we just need to know. You know that.” 

“It was-- it was just lunch. A very normal colleague to colleague lunch. We talked about the school’s history. And uh, where we grew up. It was small talk.” 

“Ok, was this the last time you spoke to her?” 

“No. There was one more time. Y/N was there.” 

“Tell me about it Spence.” She grabbed my hand, 

I breathed out, “It was the next week I taught after lunch. About two hours before my class. I was lesson planning, and Y/N was doing homework on my desk. She came in. She asked if I wanted to go get lunch. She saw y/n and--Fuck.” 

“What Spence? What?” 

“She asked me who she was, but it was like, she didn’t want y/n to know she was asking. She thought she was…”

“She thought she was what?” 

“A student.” 

“And what did you tell her?”  

“The truth. That she was my girlfriend.” 

“Did you see her anywhere else after that?”

“No. She never came by my office again. When I would see her by chance, she would scurry away. It was strange.” 

“Think really hard Spence. Did you ever see her again after you stopped teaching at Georgetown.”

I racked my brain, “Yeah. I did. It was two months ago. Three days after I proposed to y/n. She was getting a coffee at this coffee shop by y/n’s school.. I was bringing her some lunch” 

“Spencer she's been stalking you. Your proposal was the stressor.” 

“But--I’m a profiler. I would’ve noticed.” I stood up with a realization.            “What Spence?” JJ asked, standing up as well to look at me. 

“She’s been stalking her, not me. She knew I was a part of the BAU, she knew I would’ve noticed.” 

“I’ll tell the team.” 

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A/N2:  If this doesn’t totally flop, I’ll write PT 2, that elaborates on the reader’s and Spencer’s relationship. I think through flashbacks from both Y/N and Spencer would be a cool way to explore their relationship and of course the whole reader being kidnapped thing plot could develop. Again, if you enjoyed this pls let me know!!

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