#shhhh guys don’t tell anyone it’s a secret

[icallhimjoey]

U know I always thought a cute fic idea would be where Joe is on ST set and there’s some riveting scene where he’s rescued from the Upside Down. Yn is the person playing the character but staff have kept Yn hidden from Joe until this point, to build up the suspense and genuine surprise for when he gets rescued in the show. Anyways there’s a riveting scene where Eddie opens his eyes for the first time and yns face is the first thing he sees as she’s in character and “tending” to his wounds. Joe just absolutely immediately smitten like “wow didn’t believe in love at first sight until now” and then as the show filming progresses yn becomes a love interest both on and off screen 😣

the way i felt so awkward writing this because it involves so many people i dont know how to write for, my GOD i hope you like what i've done with it Wordcount: 1.6K

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Shit, that was hot

“Shh shhhh, guys, guys, this is it, quiet!” you managed to get the room quiet enough for the TV to blare over the chatter that had filled the air all throughout the evening.

“Watch that face,” you heard someone mutter from the other side of the sofa.

“It’s so fucking funny,” someone else replied.

You shot eyes at Joe who sat right next to you. He looked annoyed, like he was about to groan, but simultaneously he couldn’t hide his smile. It was adorable.

On screen, in the last episode of the Netflix series you all played parts in, you were all about to watch Eddie getting rescued from the Upside Down. By you.

It hadn’t been revealed to be you yet – not to the audience, as the scene was still working up to its climax, but also not to Joe or many other cast mates when you’d filmed it. It was the biggest secret you had sat on, and it was so difficult to not tell anyone all throughout filming. It had been one of the latter scenes you shot, so getting to know your cast mates had been fun, but the urge of sharing your exciting knowledge with others – never with Joe, you couldn’t fucking wait to see that face – had been almost too much to handle. There was a reason you’d be in quiet meetings with Matt and Ross so often. You just needed to talk about it with someone, just to get your excited jitters out so you’d be able to hold the news off for longer.

During filming, people had heard that there was a piece of script entirely blacked out.

“Ooh, that’s new.” Natalia had mused when Keery had asked her if Nancy was the one to save Eddie from the Upside Down. Natalia had reacted confused; was Eddie going to be saved from the Upside Down? That hadn’t been in her script.

“But look,” Joe had shown them pages of his script, which had so much blacked out dialogue, directions and even character names, he didn’t even know how he was going to rehearse any of it. "It's just directions for me- for Eddie, and then... it's all this shit. What do I do with this?"

“That’s the point.” Matt had made clear when Joe had gone to him with questions. “It’s such a pivotal part in the episode, we need to build maximum suspense and get your genuine reaction as Eddie.” They had skipped the full chuck at the table read and left everyone fully in the dark.

“You don’t think I can act surprised?” Joe had pressed them, instantly insecure at his abilities and his work up until that point, but Matt didn’t want to discuss it any further.

In make-up, Sadie asked if you’d heard about the surprise scene. You had to do your best to pretend to hear of the news for the first time. Amy and Sarah from the make-up department had listened in and you wondered if they knew – why would they need to, you thought first, but then you realized they’d need to get you ready for it when it was time to shoot. Of course they knew. But they’d kept silent, and Sadie hadn’t suspected a thing.

It almost slipped out of you when you heard Gaten talk to Joe and they were both so sure it was going to have to be Keery, the dude who’d asked pretty much everyone if they were the one that was blacked out. Surely, it was to distract from himself. Some sort of sick power-play, having everyone else talking about it and trying to figure it out as he got to sit back all-knowingly.

The small parts of the pages Joe had shown everyone before being told off by Matt and Ross – “Keep that to yourself, Joe. We hand people individual scripts for a reason.” – were perceived to be at least a little flirty. And who had Eddie been the flirtiest with throughout everything they’d filmed up until that point? Definitely Steve.

The words were so close to rolling off your tongue, wanting to pull Gaten aside and let him in on your secret, just to be able to shoot him looks whenever people would talk about it, just so you wouldn’t be suffering by yourself. But the NDA kept you from spoiling the surprise to anyone.

At the last minute, they had to let Maya know. Just her. She’d be on the call sheet as a distraction as to not give anything away to Joe. She didn’t have any scenes that day – you clearly had, but they kept you under wraps. They got Natalia and Joe Keery ready too, for a scene they had together, which still left Joe in the dark as to what exactly Eddie’s faith would be. And then Joel walked onto set, and Joe thought he knew for sure. “Of course, it’s uncle Wayne!” he said when he hugged him, but Joel didn’t know what he meant, and it left Joe with just as little of an inkling as before.

The day before shooting, and with Maya in on it now, you had to come up with reasons to explain your giggles whenever you’d make eye contact. “Maya broke a chair in the make-up trailer,” you said to Joe when you’d gotten strange looks from him. “Catering is doing a number on me.” Maya had laughed, rubbing her hand over her stomach, prompting you to laugh louder.

Your big watch-party of the series had turned into talking over whatever was happening on screen, reminiscing, and reminding each other of inside jokes, alternating with the odd silence when special effects would overwhelm you all to shut up and watch. And now the moment had come, where Eddie was about to almost miss his chance to get out and survive the alternate dimension. By now everyone knew it had been you who was the blacked out person with the blacked out dialogue and blacked out directions, but that didn’t make watching Joe’s reaction to it less fun.

You remembered everyone’s reaction on set when Joe was made to close his eyes as they called cut for just enough time to get you onto set, into the scene. Some of them had seen you be walked in, and had gasped, and Joe Keery had whispered "I fucking knew it," which had only added to the suspense Joe had felt in that moment. The Duffer brothers knew they could do more shots if they needed to, but the dream was to get it all in first go, just because they hadn’t put so much work into keeping secrets just for them to use a shot that wasn’t that first, true, genuine reaction.

When they called action, Joe needed to keep his eyes closed for longer as two hands managed to grab hold of him and yank him out of the situation he was in before shooting Hopper’s police weapon that your character had stolen from his abandoned house in the woods. You shot it right into the face of whatever monster the Upside Down tried to attack Eddie, which would be put in later by the SFX team.

“Watch his face, watch,” you pointed, as giddy as you could be.

“It’s the line, it’s so good!” Keery slapped his own leg repeatedly in suspense for what he was about to hear.

After the shots were fired, and Joe, as Eddie, had bunched himself up on the ground in self-defense, he had opened his eyes and had seen you, holding that gun, arm outstretched, the bad-assery practically dripping off of you. It had done something to Joe, and so that showed in Eddie’s face too – the cameras had captured it perfectly. “Whoa, I didn’t believe in love at first sight until now,” Joe spoke as Eddie in his heavy American accent, panting from the action scene. You had turned back to look at him, and you chuckled. “We’ve seen each other lots, idiot.” And you’d held out your hand to help him stand. “Exactly. But I just now realized I’ve loved you all along. Shit, that was hot.” And then Joe had pulled you in for a kiss that you had gladly accepted. It was the kind of kiss that felt like it would be the last kiss you’d ever have – like the world was going to end and you didn’t have tomorrow together. You remember being able to feel Joe's heartbeat in his chest, absolutely desperate to beat its way out of his ribcage. The kiss stopped abruptly though when it got called cut on, and had Matt and Ross laughing as they waved for the two of you to stop making out. They hadn’t included the kiss in the show, but everything else had stayed in.

“Shit, that was hot,” Keery quoted Eddie as he watched it, nodding along and his face showed how cool he thought the line was. It had everyone laughing, but Gaten was in hysterics. Joe was so embarrassed, and you took advantage, poking him in the sides as you watched his face scrunch.

“Okay, okay, all right,” Joe tried to calm the room down.

“Best bit of the show,” you cooed, your face too close to his for the company you were in. “Better than dontcha, big boy?” Joe raised his eyebrows at you. You’d gone on about that line endlessly after witnessing Joe ad-lipping it. “Mmmh, maybe not,” you said, leaning in and kissing Joe on the lips. You were instantly met with thrown over pieces of popcorn.

“You’re damn right, it's not.” Joe Keery commented, stuffing the rest of his handful of popcorn into his mouth.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬' 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

a/n: this is definitely self-indulgence. There is BARELY anything for Musketeers, and I don’t know WHY. It was such a good show?! If you haven’t seen it, it’s on Stan (for Aussies). 

Warnings: mention of racism, and the treatment of black people (I don’t want to trigger any of my readers)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ          

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Is very proud to call you his partner. He’s just so honoured that you want to be with him, that it’s difficult not to talk about you. 

     “And she knows so much abou-”

“Yes! Porthos we know! Y/N is amazing, but please... just ... she’s all you ever talk about,” Aramis says with his arms in the air. (He’s not being dramatic, Porthos only talks about you, legitimately.) 

・Was a bit wary about your work but warmed up to you once you explained it. To me, Porthos gives off a bit of Himbo energy™

・Whenever there’s danger, he protects you with his whole body

     “Porthos, you’re squashing me-”

“Shhhh, there’s danger.” 

・You get along really well with Aramis. He’s a lively and funny man, who likes to tell the most embarrassing stories of Porthos

・You give him things to take when he’s away on assignments. Lavender to help calm and to sleep, a bay leaf in his jacket pocket, and a satchet of cloves. 

・He has a strong moral compass, and when the world gets too hard, he comes to you and falls apart. Porthos knows you’ll always be there to help put him back together again

・Knowing his background and where he came from. Enslavement and being a black man affects Porthos in his day to day life. You always want to hear if anyone has done anything to him. You will protect Porthos in every way you can. 

・Porthos always makes you feel safe, protected, and he gives you the space to be yourself. 

・You don’t hide anything from each other, and promise to be truthful. Secrets are what damage relationships. 

・Porthos can change your mood in an instant. He brings you out of so many slumps

・He isn’t as energetic as Aramis (who hates being still), but Porthos still likes to have adventures. However, if you do not wish to, then he’s happy just spending his time at home with you

・Porthos gets angry about the injustices he sees in his day-to-day life. But that’s the only time you see his temper rise. He has never yelled at you, never. He’s never slammed anything, or expressed his anger in physical ways. He’s never even made you jump (well he has, but that’s because he surprised you by coming home early). 

・He absolutely HATES spiders. Despises them. Thinks they’re creepy and will tell you to get rid of it. 

・Likes to share his food with you - feeding you absentmindedly, especially when the food is really good. 

・You never have to worry about Porthos straying. His loyalty is unending. 

・Bit of a crybaby when he’s wounded (only in front of you though. When the guys are around, he doesn’t flinch.) But he loves being coddled by you. 

・ You’re very good friends with Constance. She visits you often, especially when the men are away on an assignment. If they’re gone for multiple days, she may sleep over. 

・It’s often you, who the men come to when they need fixing up. You can help with sleeplessness, headaches, stitching up wounds, to popping shoulders back into place. 

・Your come from a low-class family, and doctors were too expensive, so all your neighbours either suffered or died. You wanted to help people, and so you learned as much as you could from anyone and everyone. 

・Some say you’re a witch, because you know so much. Or maybe it’s because you learned a lot from women

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆:

All of them? 

Porthos is such a loving man. He’s so ready for love, he was just waiting for you to come along. 

𝐺𝑖𝑓𝑡 𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔:  He absolutely adores getting you gifts (he brings tokens back from his travels.

𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒:  He loves spending all his free time with you, doing anything and everything; horseback riding, training, teaching you how to handle weapons (he always wants you to know as much as you can).

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛:  He loves telling you how much you mean to him, and he melts whenever he hears it back. When he’s away from you and missing you, he’ll pull out one of your scarfs and smell it, remembering how much you love him.

𝐴𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒:  He will get you tools and supplies whenever you need it. Maybe he doesn’t know when you’re getting low, and you have to tell him, but he will go into town and fetch them willingly. 

𝑃𝘩𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐𝘩: Maybe this is his favourite love language. Porthos wants nothing in this world but you. To hold you in his arms, to play with your hair and smell your skin. He loves when you show him the same physical love back. The gentle caresses on his arm, the kisses, god, it’s all he needs in this world. 

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Wondrous Love by Bear McCreary

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

(Porthos gets more because ... god he fits into so many tropes and not a lot of characters do! Also because this is self-indulgent and Porthos is one of my all-time favourite characters.)

・Protective Gremlin x Giant Teddy Bear

・Height Difference

・Would Die For Each Other

・Emotional Support Animal In Human Form

・ Dumbass x Oh God I Guess That’s My Dumbass

・You fell first but they fall harder 

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

Clueless Love

𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 🔞minors dni!

・Daddy kink, god, the first time you called him daddy ... he nearly came right then. 

・Breeding kink - likes to fill you with his seed. If you fell pregnant, he would definitely have a lactation kink as well. Seeing your belly full and round ... god, it would drive him insane

・His favourite place to have sex, is in the kitchen. It’s close to the kitchen table, where he likes to bend you over and fuck you until you cry with pleasure 

・Always leaves hickies on your tits. It’s his way of marking you, even though no one else will see. 

・Is very giving but absolutely LOVES receiving head. If you gag on his cock, this man will cum nearly instantly. 

・Very very very big cock. Nearly 10 inches when he’s hard

・Absolutely adores dirty talk. He wants to hear you say the nastiest things while he’s inside you

#porthos #porthos headcanons #porthos x reader #porthos bbc #porthos bbc headcanons #the musketeers #the musketeers headcanons #witch the writer #the three musketeers #the three musketeers headcanons #inclusive reader #healer reader #porthos x healer #porthos fanfiction #the musketeers fanfiction #bbc #bbc shows

[zegrasbabyyy]

If you stumbled upon this, welcome to my account!! I’m Kelsey and this is my first post! If you enjoy it you can totally send requests in! I can write fics, imagines, blurbs, or these insta edits on a list of hockey players that I’ll post soon!! If you want a part 2 lmk! I hope you enjoy :)

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y/nhughes: This new upcoming project holds such a special place in my heart. Couldn’t be more grateful to be apart of this amazing cast and crew. Stay tuned for more info coming soon 🎥🤫

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thecw: all we have to say is welcome to Beverly Hills 🤫

|➪ colecaufield: what is that supposed to mean 🤨

|➪ y/nhughes: shhhh you’ll give it away🫢 @thecw

jackhughes: proud of you bug !! can’t wait to watch 💛

|➪ y/nhughes: love you rowdy 💛

trevorzegras: look at my little actress go #1fan 🥺❤️

|➪ y/nhughes: you’re too sweet 🥺❤️

thombordeleau_: @brendan.brisson LOOK AT OUR SHINING STAR 🥺

|➪ brendan.brisson: OUR LITTLE SHINING STAR IS KILLING IT 🥺

|➪ y/nhughes: I love you guys so much 🥺

codychristian: they ain’t ready 🤭

|➪ y/nhughes: they really aren’t 🤪

|➪ colecaufield: hmmmm who’s your friend y/n? 🤨

|➪ y/nhughes: none ya business coley 🥴

lhughes_06: keep killing it bug! miss you💜

|➪ y/nhughes: love and miss you duke’s! come visit cali soon❣️

edwards.73: my fav celebrity 😇

|➪ y/nhughes: e, you’re my icon ⭐️

greta.onieogou: my new bff 🥰

|➪ y/nhughes: my new bestie girl ☺️

|➪ colecaufield: hmmm who’s you’re other friend that we don’t know? 🤔

|➪ y/nhughes: bye cole 😄

jordanbrisson12: tell me what it is, i’ll keep it a secret don’t worry 😅

quinnhughes_: our little bug is growing up 🥺 @jackhughes @lhughes_06

|➪ jackhughes: i don’t like it 😭

|➪ lhughes_06: neither do i 😫

|➪ y/nhughes: i’ll always be your little bug ❤️

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trevorzegras: Took my beautiful girl to Disneyland today to celebrate her new amazing upcoming project and finished the night off by dancing with her under the fireworks. Y/n, I’m so proud of you and all that you have been able to accomplish so far. I don’t think anyone is ready for what you are about to put out into the world. You are magic my love. No one makes me happier than you, i love you baby ❤️ #biggestfan

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anaheimducks: our favorite couple 🧡

y/nhughes: TREVOR 🥺🦋 my sweet boy you always know how to give me a rush of so many butterflies. no one makes me happier than you. you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. my heart is yours forever. i love you more than you’ll ever know squish ❤️

|➪ trevorzegras: not even possible, i love you way more than you’ll ever know. you and i forever baby girl ❤️

jaime.drysdale: this used to be us and now you’ve replaced me 😪

|➪ trevorzegras: it isn’t like that and you know it 😥

jackhughes: i don’t like where your hands are mr. zegras

|➪ lhughes_06: i’m not a fan of the hand placement either. what do you have to say for yourself?

|➪ trevorzegras: i have no further comment at this time..

tterry19: who knew z could be this sweet #certifiedsimp

|➪ trevorzegras: only for her

thecw: this melts our hearts to see our girl so happy🥺

quinhughes_: love seeing my bug happy

|➪ y/nhughes: i love you q

_alexturcotte: mom and dad

|➪ trevorzegras: son

daniterry1: such cuties

|➪ trevorzegras: i know we’re cuter than you and troy 🤭

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y/nhughes: I am so excited that I finally get to share with everyone my newest project! Meet Natalie Gray, Beverly Hills resident it girl, Asher Adam’s girlfriend, JJ Parker’s bestie, and a girl with a heart of gold that would do anything for anyone!

Playing the role of Natalie has been a dream come true! I will be forever grateful that I have been chosen to tell her emotionally raw and real story. I can’t wait for you guys to finally see what myself, the insanely talented cast, and of course the incredibly hard working crew, writers, and creators have been putting together over the past few months. I hope you guys love the show as much as we do!

Make sure to check out All American premiering October 10th on the CW at 9/8c you won’t want to miss it! Bye gotta go back to filming ! <33

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cwallamerican: We love Beverly’s resident it girl!

nhl: What can’t the Hughes family do?! Congrats y/n on your new show!! We can’t wait to check it out!

trevorzegras: can’t wait to watch baby girl ❤️

|➪ y/nhughes: i can’t wait for you to watch too bubs💕

jaime.drysdale: congrats y/n , excited to watch 💛

|➪ y/nhughes: thank you jaim!! 💛

codychristian: the best co star and tv gf !!

|➪ y/nhughes: no way you’re the best!!

|➪ trevorzegras: no i think i’m the best

|➪ colecaufield: a jealous tz is entering the comment section

|➪ y/nhughes: no need for jealousy @trevorzegras yk ily with my whole being 🥺

|➪ trevorzegras: ily even more than that baby 🥺

|➪ lhughes_06: disgusting

hunterclowdus: nat bestie

|➪ y/nhughes: jj bestie

thombordeleau_: I’m so proud of you chicky!! You better believe we’ll all be at the premiere! ❤️

|➪ y/nhughes: BORDY bestie ily 🥺🥺🥺

|➪ brendan.brisson: I’ll be there with a megaphone cause ily chicky and I’m so proud of you ❤️

|➪ y/nhughes: BRENNY bestie ily but pls don’t show up with a megaphone 🥺🥺🥺

_alexturcotte: SO PROUD OF YOU BOO <3

|➪ y/nhughes: awww thank you lexy <3

jackhughes: yay bug!!

jordanbrisson12: i think @cwallamerican should consider me as a guest star in an episode ;)

|➪ cwallamerican: we’ll keep you in mind when we’re looking for one!

|➪brendan.brisson: oh god no he’s terrible at acting!

|➪ y/nhughes: jordy yk ily but maybe you should stick to hockey

|➪ brendan.brisson: that’s her nice way of saying you suck!

#trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras #hockey #umich hockey #usa hockey #jack hughes #brendan brisson #insta edit #thomas bordeleau imagine #umich imagine #luke hughes #anaheim ducks #nhl fanfiction #trevor zegras x hughes sister

[enigmaticorgandonor]

hey guys i joined this really cool underground secret club where we beat each other up shh don’t tell anyone but we’re turning into a terrorist organization shhhh the boss is fucking crazy

#don’t let tyler know i told you #fight club #tyler durden #i want to get beat tf up like angel face i think it would awaken me.

[thenasoneshots]

Blaine Oneshot - Some Secrets are Worth Sharing

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None of importance

Warnings: None I can think of

Other notes: 1) You’re the principal of Dalton’s daughter. 2) You’ve been pretending to be a guy for a while. 3) Sebastian is in this, but i haven’t actually watched any of the episodes where he’s in (i’m only on like season 2) so he’s prob going to be ooc, but even then he only appears for like a minute, and you’re really good friends with him. 4) (M/n) means male name (cause you’re pretending to be a guy.) 5) Kurt doesn’t like Blaine in this (Kurt is my special lil bean and I don’t wanna make him sad)

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“Can I ask you a question? Are you guys all gay?”

I let out a small chuckle at Kurt’s question, before taking a sip of the (insert drink) in front of me, as Blaine answered his question, “Uh, uh, no. I am, but no, these two have girlfriends.”

“I’m bisexual,” I spoke up, after swallowing the mouthful of (drink).

---------------------------BLAINE’S POV (After Kurt has transferred btw)

“Seb! Come back here! I told you to stop stealing my things!”

I turned around and got out of the way just in time so I didn’t get knocked over by Sebastian running, however, (M/n) did bump into me, “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Sebastian stole my comb again and he won’t give it back, gotta run!” before he ran off chasing Sebastian again. Kurt helped me stand up and I thanked him, “Kurt, can I tell you something? I’m in love… with (M/n).”

“I’m happy for you Blaine, really! Just tell him!”

I shook my head, “I can’t.”

“Why?” Kurt asked, “It’s not like he’s straight or something.”

“It’s not that. It’s obvious he likes Sebastian, and I can tell Sebastian feels the same.”

“How do you know for certain? Because of the amount of time they hang out with each other? I’ll ask (M/n) if he likes anyone and try get him to tell me who, then you’ll have your answer.”

—-----------------------YOUR POV

“(M/n), question. Do you like Sebastian?”

“Well, yeah. Of course, I do! He’s my best friend.”

Kurt just let out a groan, “I mean romantically.”

“Oh… No, I don’t. Plus he’s gay anyway,” I replied, staring up at the clouds.

“But you’re a guy too…. Wait a minute, (M/n), are you a gi-”

“SHHHH! Fine, yes, just don’t tell anyone.”

“How though? Dalton’s an all-boys school.”

“My dad’s the principal. To be honest with you, Kurt, I got bullied at my old school because I was bisexual. I begged my dad to let me come to Dalton because of the ‘No bullying’ policy and he did immediately say no, due to Dalton being an all-boys school, but I told him that I could pretend to be a guy. I would take cutting my hair and wearing a binder over being bullied any day of the week, so my dad agreed, and I’ve been going here ever since. You and Sebastian are the only two that know I’m a girl, that’s why Sebastian keeps stealing my stuff. I’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind, so please don’t tell anyone! Please, I’m begging you.”

Kurt just gave me a hug, “I promise I won’t say a word.”

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“Where is it? Where are you, you stupid binder?!” These were some of the questions that were floating around my head as I searched my room, almost turning it upside down trying to find it. I eventually gave up and growled to myself as I buttoned up my Dalton blazer, fixing my hair in the mirror, “Well, I guess I’ll have to roast today,” I told myself as I looked out the window, seeing that the sun was shining brightly. I sighed and left my room heading to my first class of the day.

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“Curse you, sun!” I growled, lying on my back, fanning myself with my hand, “Why does it have to be so hot?!”

I heard Blaine chuckling beside me, “Just take your blazer off, (M/n). We’re allowed to if it's this hot.”

“NO!” I exclaimed, swatting his hand away as he placed it on my shoulder, shocking him and Kurt, “I-I mean… I don’t want to get it dirty… So I’d rather keep it on.”

“Then just unbutton it.”

I shook my head, “No.”

“What are you hiding? (M/n), I know you’re hiding something from me… Tell me,” Blaine protested starting to poke me, knowing it got on my nerves. I rolled my eyes and mouthed to Kurt for him to help me. He smirked and just gave Blaine a nudge, pushing him into me, causing us to fall onto the grass. I felt my face heat up and I saw Blaine’s eyes widen when we realised where his hands were: on my chest.

“Y-you’re a girl?!”

I immediately pushed him off me and ran off, ignoring his shouts for me to come back, and ran back to my dorm room, shutting myself in.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door of my dorm room, “(M/n)... You in there?”

“Go away!” I replied, “I know you hate me or not telling you-”

“I don’t,” I heard Blaine reply from the other side, “I want to talk to you. Please?” I sighed and stood up, opening the door, and letting Blaine inside. I encouraged him to sit next to me on my bed and spoke quickly, “Yes I am a girl, my real name is (Y/n), but you can’t tell anyone else, please. I’ve been pretending to be a boy cause I persuaded my dad, who is the principal, to let me come here because I was bullied for being bisexual at my old school, so when he let me come here, I cut my hair and started wearing a binder so I’d seem more like a boy. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but my father didn’t want me to tell anyone.”

“Does anyone else know?”

I nodded, “Sebastian and Kurt. Sebastian because he walked in on me getting dressed once, and I’m sure the image still hasn’t left his brain, and Kurt because when I was telling him I didn’t have romantic feelings for Sebastian, I said “Plus he’s gay anyway”, and Kurt figured it out from that that I wasn’t a boy. I pro-”

I was cut off when he took my cheek in his hand, kissing me. I was shocked due to the fact that I’d thought he liked Kurt, but wrapped my arms around him, kissing back, something I’d wanted to do for ages. When we broke off, I spoke up, “B-but I thought you were gay.”

“I thought I was too. When I realised I was in love with you, I thought I was gay, but now, at least bisexual.”

“So, even though you know I’m a girl, your feelings haven’t changed?”

Blaine nodded and I smiled, “Does that mean I can kiss you again?”

He chuckled and nodded, kissing me again.

-------------------------------END OF ONESHOT

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Warsaw Spy Mission 1978: Chapter 1

Story Untold from Cold War…

Warsaw Spy Mission is a story set in Eastern Europe 1978, about campus life and humanities. It focuses on Warszawa, Mazowieckie (PL) and Pryp'yat, Chornobyl (aka Chernobyl, UA) under Soviet occupation… both the cradles of Slavs.

(Tumblr version of light novel series "Warsaw Spy Mission 1978" on https://commaful.com/play/jw2019/)

Delo 1: Ruin

-Somewhere in Poland-

There are many men digging the earth. These years, the Polish government has been eager to dig the ruin - for the discovery of its history.

The grassland was full of men wearing poor clothes, but a luxuary car came from over there. It’s called Lada in black. The black car stopped near the director, and opened the door. A lady got out of it, and the director shouted.

“Guys look, Lada is coming!”

The name is her name, not car’s.

“Don’t call me by first name, Polsky!" (meaning 'Polish')

“Sorry... Comrade Afanasyeva!”

She looked upset in contrast to her dull looks with black hair, and asked the director.

“Tell me the truth, did you find the bombs here?”

She asked in fluent Polish. The director was worried to answer, looked around and chose the words seriously.

“Tak, the bombs are found here, so I think that we’d revise the plan of construction.”

“Never change the plan since it must be a proper instruction as long as the committee decides!”

- Warsaw, the capital of Poland

The campus of Warsaw University is located in front of the Presidential Palace, nearby Praga district on the bank of Vistula river. The streets look dull and some old monuments were chipped, and people are forgetting there was a royal palace different from the presidential one. The interior of the auditorium there’s decorated by a long red banner, and a portrait of Edward Gierek, the First Secretary is put on the wall.

The course beginning here is the Slavic history and archaeology.

“Imagine that our great ancestors made great history. Remember Slavic people were a family and now got tied firmly…”

The lecture still continues.

“Under the flags of the Warsaw Pact Organization…”

A girl listening to that was about to fail on her face. Then a boy behind her poked his finger then called her in a lower voice.

“Hey Katarzyna, just keep you awake!”

“Shhhh. What if they find us snubbing?”

At that time, this city was the place of the signing of Warsaw Pact Organization led by the Soviet Union.

“But I’ve heard this campus is free from the Secret Service.”

He passed a note to Katarzyna. Wouldn’t they get interested in the professor's lecture?

“KGB is an exception, their hands can reach anywhere from Moscow,” it read.

“Well, I won’t waste life again as dad did…”

They suddenly heard professor shouted,

“You two, seem very restless. Come and see me after the class. That’s all for today.”

The class is over, after the other students got out with leaving the two, the professor beckoned.

“Katarzyna and Boleslaw!”

They imagined what punishment they’d receive.  

“I expected some not interested in such an ideological lecture, don’t you think so?”

Hardly answered Boleslaw,

“I just tried to wake her, for the class. Please let me go…”

“You misunderstand something, certainly you disturbed the class. But it’s true that my class is boring though. Isn’t it Katarzyna?”

Then she answered,

“My father was an archeologist, and he’s never heard of the Warsaw Pact. This word has nothing to do with archeology nor our history.”

Professor drummed on the table and said, “well”.

“If I was born a decade ago, I’d agree with you… Perhaps, you’re interested in the true archeology not ruined by Bolshevik.”

Then he showed her a piece of ‘copied’ old paper.

“I’ll give you a week. Translate this thousand-year-old document, or try to contact anyone who can read it.”

The students looked at each other. Katarzyna looks very admired.

“Interesting homework…”

The professor still worried to tell them what,

“Frankly, I thought this should be lectured in the class instead of Party propaganda, as you think. This copy is my present for you.”

Katarzyna studied the paper, but it’s not written in the alphabet she knows.

“What’s this strange script?”

“It’s an ancient alphabet called Gligoric, but we’re banned from even reading it anyway.”

Boleslaw said thanks to receive it, and added the question:

“Then why did you keep us here? I thought we would be kicked out of the class ‘cause of disturbing your lecture.”

But there’s no answer but professor just leave some words as advice, 

“When you go out for some fieldwork, take care of yourself, remember this; Though our mother Poland won’t shoot 'cause of deviation, but then see the hands of KGB everywhere.”

Listening to his wording, Katarzyna felt this document is something like prohibited literature.

Delo 2: Call of Polesia

-Pryp’yat, Chornobyl (Ukraine), 1978

The forest covered the secret city known for hi-tech.

I’m aboard a bus at the southern checkpoint on the road to Pryp’yat. Though narrow roads are closed by the boom gate, it’s always crowded by cars.

“Stoy! Park your car and follow the instructions!”

Driver passed the paper.

“It's AN(Academy of Sciences), well you’re good to go!”

The bus passed the inspection. I called a professor on my front seat.

“Pardon Dr. Viitol, can I have a minute of your time later?”

10 km distant northward from it, Durova was in the command room of the Duga radar station,  just with old-school military antennas. When she looked at the monitor, heard a beep from her pocket.

The city provided a mobile communication network for simple text messaging.

“Found an informant, see you tonight at No. 227 Hotel Polesia, from Dr. Viitol”

She promised Dr to accompany, but Dr says the informant is a stranger.

Hotel Polesia, Pryp’yat

Tonight, I lured a Soviet IT expert to my room with Western tech info. I met her at the Palace of Culture for the conference of new technologies to improve the economy. Anyway it’s a great chance to study the clue for “their” mysterious activity in the academic field through the conference.

The city was founded a decade ago, the closed city built for the electricity and military demand.

The view from this hotel is great to see the silhouette of huge reactors over there.

Here she came, the name’s Kroot Viitol majored in informatics. I read some of her achievements reported by the Zvezda newspaper.

Her office is over there seen from this room, westward away, ongoing construction. I know the Jupiter factory she’ll work for is a secret military electronics manufacturer since documents read when I was in the Air Force.The mother plant in Kyiv produces chips for avionics and radars used in prototype fighters I tested. Or perhaps, for rockets?

This room is No. 227.

“Hi comrade, good to see you.”

“Dr. Viitol, how’s it going? Your contribution to the lunar rover Lunokhod is great.”

“So the Academy awarded me a medal to praise it, thanks.”

“Oh I have some questions, just about some computer systems for the military...”

Dr. Viitol made a cynical smile on her face.

“Wait, I don’t know where you are from.’

“I come from Baikonur, Kazakh republic. I’m impressed with your contribution to the state-level computer network…”

Baikonur is well-known as the cosmodrome, or spaceport.

“Sorry to say, I used to work in Baikonur for a long time, but I never see you… isn't it strange?”

Then Dr. Viitol took a pistol. I reacted as quickly as she did.

“Don’t deceive me, no one was on the invitation list for this conference from Baikonur... You must be a spy!”

I shot at the gun in her hand to disarm.

“By the way did you remember me, Dr? We’ve worked together for MiG-23 fighter project… And you sold me to the KGB!

Dr. Viitol shut up for a while, and stepped down without saying but,

“Valentina… the rumor was right that you really left the Soviet Union?”

Suddenly the door of my room broke with someone knocking it out, and I heard an officer shouting, then I remembered the voice.

“Who’s there? Dunno shooting is a crime?”

The two accused me of 'collusion with enemies' in the line of my test-pilot duty.

“Lt. Durova... I remember this great boffin and you, who obeyed the KGB attempted assassin plan on me. Let me go or shoot her.”

I caught Dr. Viitol and took her as the hostage. Then Durova shot at me with a silenced assault rifle with scope.

I shot in response to Durova's bust.

“Aghhh”

It hit my shoulder so I let Dr. Viitol go and just ran away and jumped out of the window, but some hit her skin.

“Alert, an enemy spy!”

Just after I left, Durova tried to rescue Dr Viitol.

“You’re about to kill me!”

“Sorry, aimed and avoided hitting in need to save you…”

Astonished though her damage was far less than Durova’s.

“Lieutenant, you bleed a lot… let me call the ambulance!”

Dr took her mobile phone for  the emergency call '103'.

“No, my rank is Major now…”

The Hotel parking

I managed to take “the taxi”, and the driver asked her for a countersign when riding.

“Hey, when’s the first year for the Hall of Fame?”

“In '36, I'm Tina!”

Then he tossed her a baseball cap. The taxi quickly got out of the hotel area, then a line of smoke and roaring from a hotel window.

“Oh hurry, a rocket is coming!”

I saw Durova still standing by the window of No.227 with her rocket launcher and she’s full of blood.

Then heard her voice says:

“Smyert’ shpionam blyat (Death to spies shit)!”

The car escaped on the city boulevard northward, I heard full of gun shooting.

"Tina, a tank is on the road!"

“That tank’s old enough to use RPG rocket here!”

I put the launcher bipod on the roof to aim at the tank outside.

“It’s a T-62, an old type!”

Then I fired it as Durova did.

“Slava Ukraini (Glory to Ukraine)!”

The moment I pulled the trigger, the launcher flew away from recoil.

That launcher hit a Soviet UAZ jeep chasing us and it got a flat tire.

“Bang!”

The jeep exploded when crushed into the wall at full speed.

The T-55 was running, and hit then stopped without burning.

Along the long boulevard, we saw an endpoint with a waterfront.

“That’s the Pryp’yat riverside, get ready out of here!”

The car stormed into the wharf of a river port, I jumped out of the door when the car flew up.

Dive into the river running nearby the city, both two swimmed and floated on water.

“Oh shit…”

“Let’s wait for an ally ship to pick us up, just like a triathlon.”

This river goes through the land of Polesia with the cities of Belarus and Poland.

“But where should we go?”

“Embassy in Warsaw... if we survive hundreds miles more!”

Then a boat heads to us…

-To be continued

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A Fucking Duck | a.c. | 7

Adrian Chase x Bat!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Language. Alcohol mention.

Author’s Note: For reference, when I refer to Bruce Wayne I mean Ben Affleck but when I refer to Talia, I’m referring to the one from The Dark Knight. And when I mention anyone else, it’s comic related. Woops

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“Did you ever plan on telling me you were Vigilante?” She asked, rubbing her wrists as she looked over the rope burns.

The ride back to their base of operations had been silent, aside from Murn briefing them on the next task. Everyone seemingly felt the tension between her and Adrian, who had been looking anywhere but her the entire time. But her eyes had remained fixed on him the entire time. Even Peacemaker, who had a comment for everything, had kept his mouth shut. So when they returned to the movie store, and everyone rushed as far from the two as they could, she was about ready to burst.

“Well?” She asked when he didn’t respond, keeping his eyes down. “Don’t be a pussy now, Adrian —“

“Shhhh!” He quickly covered her mouth, pulling her into the nearest empty space with a door. It happened to be a closet. “You can’t —they don’t know! You shouldn’t know! Even Peacemaker didn’t know!”

She slapped his hand away from her mouth. “So you weren’t ever gonna tell me, then.”

Adrian groaned, yanking his mask off now that it was just the two of them. She looked around a moment, then took off her own. It was just them now; secret identities out the window. She started fumbling for some sort of light, before she settled on turning her phone flash light on. Adrian was pressed against the wall, as if he was trying to hide from her. But it was still just him under that mask; and she had to remind herself that this wasn’t the awkward, sweet guy she was seeing. This was her enemy, who for the better part of three months, had been fighting her tooth and nail.

“I…I mean, maybe one day. If we got super serious. Like married serious. But honestly why would you ever wanna marry me? Like marriage is a weird social construct and I’m not really interested in it. Because then kids are involved and taxes. But maybe I am if it was like you and me but —“

“Dude what the fuck —“

Adrian banged his head against the wall, a loud thud cutting her off, and closed his eyes. She stared at him, the dim light from her phone barely lighting up his face. He seemed to be having a hard time but she was still so mad.

“Were you going to tell me you were Crossfire?” He asked suddenly, eyes opening wide as he pointed at her. “I bet you weren’t —“

She was caught off guard, but reminded herself that she had also lied to him. But she…she shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know how you didn’t figure it out sooner,” she started. “Like, what are the odds that I moved here and at the exact same time Crossfire showed up?” Adrian opened his mouth but closed it. Oh. But she nodded finally. “I would have told you sooner rather than later. Probably long before the idea of marriage too; I was kinda wanting to tell you every time you asked me about being a spy.”

He stared down at her, frowning deeply as he realized she trusted him far more than he had trusted her. Adrian briefly wondered why he never wanted to tell her he was Vigilante; maybe he was worried she’d be afraid of him. But she had made an excellent point that it was so glaringly obvious who she was now that he had it set out in front of him.

“I was kind of right about you being a spy,” he pointed out. “You were being a sneaky superhero.”

She finally let out a laugh; it was weak. Shaky, but it was a laugh. And that made that tightness that Adrian felt with her come back. That had to be a good sign, right? She was laughing. She wasn’t mad anymore. But he watched her as she looked down at his foot, and now that smile faltered. He followed her gaze and frowned at the sight of his bloody toe.

“How’s your foot?” She asked, leaning back as she tried to roll away from the topic of their identities. They could —would get back to that.

“Oh,” he made a face like he was realizing it was even hurt. Then he shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“Your toe got cut half off and you’re…fine?”

He nodded some, holding out his foot. “Yeah, I have a really high pain tolerance —“

“You were screaming earlier —“

“No, like the after pain stuff. Shit hurts when it happens but after…,” he shrugged again. She simply stared at him in disbelief. Adrian continued, patting himself down before he pulled out his glasses. “I don’t know, it doesn’t hurt right now. Maybe it’s shock or something.”

She just shook her head and looked down. Adrian finally stepped towards her, and was pleasantly surprised that she didn’t step away. He took that as a good sign too, as she looked up at him. It was a bit surreal, standing in a broom closet in his Vigilante uniform and no mask; looking down at his girlfriend who dawned her own superhero uniform, mask in hand like he held his.

Adrian could forgive her for everything. After all, he knew his methods were a bit extreme but he was right to use them. But he could forgive the shooting, and fighting. He could forgive that she was trying to arrest him. Truthfully, knowing it was her this entire time now made it even hotter than it was before. But looking down at her, he could tell she seemed to be unsure; her brow was furrowed as she looked at her feet. That’s how he knew she was trying to figure something out.

“Are we going to be okay?” He asked quietly, taking another half step toward her. The space between them was closing in, and he could feel her warmth radiating off her. He wanted to touch her. “It’s okay if we’re not. We can just go back to being Crossfire and Vigilante, who fight and sometimes have sex —“

“No, we couldn’t,” she quickly interrupted, shaking head her. “We couldn’t go back to being separate from our alter egos, Adrian. You know that.”

He did. And he knew he wouldn’t have wanted that. But he had kinda hoped she would be willing to, even if they broke up. “I know.”

There was a long pause, and silence filled the space as the tension rose again. Were they okay? They could be, she supposed. It only seemed fitting that she was part of the Wayne family, who seemingly had a type. After all, Bruce had a kid with Talia, who was objectionably worse than Adrian. She was also certain he’d slept with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn at some point; though who wouldn’t? But he married Selina —who was less terrible but was still a criminal for a while.

Analyzing her adopted father’s taste in women only seemed to make her realize that they both had questionable taste in partners.

Regardless, though. It’s not like she was going to fix Adrian; he wasn’t…broken. She liked who he was outside the suit, after all. All his quirks and comments and mannerisms, she adored them. It’s just…inside the suit, he was…a lot. And had tried to kill her. Several times.

A sudden banging on the door made her jump, and Adrian pushed back against the wall away from her as the door opened; his mask back in his hand as he pulled it over his face. Peacemaker stood there, looking between them.

“Kinda thought you two would be going at it by now.”

She stared at him for a moment. “Why the fuck would you open the door then?”

“Mostly to show dye beard that I was right —“

“About fucking what?”

“That the dick is so good, it doesn’t matter that he’s kinda,” Peacemaker circled a finger around his temple, making a whistling sound to indicate Adrian was crazy.

She opened her mouth to argue but Adrian laughed, genuinely, as Peacemaker made fun of him. Her attention shifted to him now, frowning deeply as he stepped out of the closet. Peacemaker stepped aside as she followed suit, watching as Adrian’s behavior seemingly shifted entirely. It was like Adrian was gone and Vigilante simply replaced him when the mask was on.

“Oh man. We were about to get there but —“

“No we fucking weren’t —“

He just laughed as Peacemaker clapped him on the back though.

She stood and watched as the two interacted. “I’m going home,” she finally decided, nodding with a deep breath. Adrian turned and looked at her through his visor. “I can’t have this conversation with…” She paused, motioning to the mask. “Vigilante.”

“But —“

She was pushing through the two men before he could argue, her mask back on as she slipped out the door of the store. Adrian didn’t know how to explain the feeling in his stomach, that spread up to his chest and into his throat. It wasn’t the same tightness he felt when he felt good, though. It kind of hurt.

“I can’t believe you’re fucking her,” Peacemaker said, shaking his head. “Good for you dude.”

Adrian, however, suddenly realized that they might not be together anymore.

*****

“Why do the Wayne’s have shit taste in partners?”

“Excuse me?” Bruce asked on the other end of the phone.

“Not Selina,” she continued, though her voice was a bit slurred as she looked over the bottle of gin in her hand. “She’s cool. But like —have you fucked Harley? Or like, Talia. She’s terrifying dude. Like no wonder Damien is so creepy —“

“Are you drunk?” He asked, voice laced with frustration.

“Listen,” she slurred once again. “Listen. My boyfriend —you know that I have a boyfriend?”

“Yes, the bus boy. You told Dick, and he told me —“

“Okay, okay,” she interrupted, sitting up some. “Bruce, tell me the truth. Why do we have such shit taste in people?”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. What’s wrong with him?”

She scoffed, taking a swig from her bottle. It burned as it went down, and she sucked in a breath to relieve it. “He’s just…he’s…” Even drunk, she didn’t want to give up Adrian’s identity to Bruce. That would be wrong, wouldn’t it? She couldn’t do that to him. “He’s a dick, that’s all. And fucking weird. Like maybe a bit crazy weird, ya feel?”

“Are you asking me for advice or are you just complaining?”

She considered options. “…Both?”

Bruce sighed, and she could picture him punching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. It’s what he did whenever one of his many children annoyed him. “You don’t typically get boyfriends. I’ve known you for years. So if you actually…like this guy, maybe you’re just mad that you’re opening up and he’s not. Is that the issue?”

She almost laughed. “Fucking kind of, actually.”

“Okay, well, have you talked to him about that?”

“I tried to but uh,” how could she phrase this? “It’s like he’s two people. Like sometimes he’s this goofy, sweet guy but then sometimes he’s this overconfident dick who can’t read a room. Actually he can’t. He can’t read a room even when he’s not being the other guy.”

That seemed accurate, right? Right. That’s what Adrian was. Two people in one place, depending on the mask.

“I can’t offer you any more advice other than to talk to him.”

“That’s not as easy as —“

The sound of shattering glass made her jump, and she knocked over the bottle of gin, spilling it everywhere.

“Fuck me,��� she snapped.

“Are you okay? Was that glass breaking?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m fine. I’ll call you back in a bit.”

She hung up the phone, standing on wobbly legs as she grabbed the bottle by its neck. It would have to be her weapon tonight as she crept towards her bedroom, where the glass breaking had come from. Being drunk and having to fight intruders was certainly not her favorite past time but she supposed this was what she got for letting her guard down tonight. Her foot caught the bottom of the door as she pushed it open slightly, seeing a shadowy figure in the dark.

“You picked the wrong woman to fuck with,” she announced as she shoved the door open and swung the bottle at the figure.

“No, no, no, it’s me!”

Though it was too late as the bottle collided with Adrian’s arm, causing him to yell out as she hit him. She dropped the bottle and switched her light on, frowning deeply.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I was throwing rocks at your window but then I accidentally broke it so I-I figured I’d climb up here and make sure I didn’t get glass all over you or something. I don’t know; you weren’t responding to my texts.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“You’re mad at me,” he explained, putting his hands up. That boyish charm of his was back, but she couldn’t fall for it this time. And I don’t want you to be mad at me. You left and I felt like someone was stabbing me and I know what being stabbed feels like so it fucking sucked —“

“Adrian,” she snapped, looking at him with annoyance. “I am…I am too drunk for this shit.”

“Oh.”

She ran her hands over her face, taking a moment to consider her words. “Fuck me, dude. I need to call Bruce back —“

“Is that why you weren’t texting me back?”

“I wasn’t texting you back because you’re an asshole.”

“Oh.”

“I can’t believe you broke my fucking window, dude,” she groaned as she left her bedroom. Adrian trailed after her, frowning deeply.

“It was an accident. I thought it was romantic; I’ve seen it in movies. When the girl is mad at the guy and he shows up and does this romantic gesture —“

“This isn’t a movie,” she snapped at him, turning on her heel to face him. “This is my fucking life, Adrian. And…and I’m mad because I was so close to being able to accept that maybe…maybe I can be with you, Vigilante and all —and then you and fucking Smith got weird about it. You were completely different.”

Adrian stared at her for a long time, frowning as he thought back to what happened earlier. So she wasn’t mad before they came out of the closet, but she was mad after. That…that checked out, honestly.

“I…I was just…Chris, he’s my best friend and I was excited he was excited for me because he doesn’t usually care.”

“He’s an asshole towards you, and he called you crazy —“

“I mean, I definitely am a little crazy —“

“That’s not the fucking point,” she argued, dropping onto her couch and laying down on. Adrian sat on her coffee table.

“What…what is the point, then?”

She stared at her ceiling for a long time, wondering herself what the point was.

“The point,” she decided, taking a moment. “The point is that you can’t act like two different people with me. Either you’re Adrian Chase, or you’re Vigilante. But you’re not going to talk about our fucking sex life —not with the goddamn team. Not after we just found out something that changes our entire relationship.”

“Oh,” he looked down at his hands for moment, frowning. “How do I know when to be who?”

“What?” She looked at him, frowning.

“Well, when should I be Adrian and when should I be Vigilante with you?”

“I…” She took another breath and sat up. “When the mask isn’t on, be Adrian, okay? If we’re in our masks, then be Vigilante. But if it’s just me and you…you don’t need to show off. And you sure as fuck don’t need to show off for Smith. You’re already way better than him; you’re with me.”

“We’re still together?” He perked up at her comment, his bright smile returning as he looked down at her.

“Yeah.“ She nodded slowly, considering her next statement carefully. “Yeah, we’re still together. But we need to establish some ground rules.”

“Anything you want.”

“You don’t tell Smith a single thing about what I look like naked. Or the things we do.”

“Oh, uh. Maybe anything but that. Don’t be mad but I kind of —“

“Oh my god, Adrian.”

“Do you know how hot and awesome you are?” He asked, very seriously. “And do you know how fucking cool it is that you’re my girlfriend? I had to brag!”

She put her hands over her face and sighed. “God, you’re lucky you’re fucking cute because you’re a goddamn idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

They stared at each other for a moment, and she couldn’t help the smile that broke out over her face as she nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah you are.”

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[cj-sparkss]

Can you write about levi's/eren's reaction to his s/o in labor and how he'd be as a dad? Also, love your work <3

eren as a dad headcanons

eren’s masterlist:

a/n | ofc! thank you so much <3 sorry i only did eren, but i’ll do levi later! warnings | none. form | headcanons  featuring | eren jaeger

eren’s so nervous when you tell him that you’re ur pregnant, but he’s probably the happiest person alive at the same time.

at first, he had his doubts about if he would be a good father or not. he’s scared, and he wants to do this right. but when you reassure him that everything will be fine, he believes you, and his worries slowly start to fade away.

he constantly rubs your belly, telling you, “our future child is in there”, while smiling stupidly at you.

when he feels the baby kick, he goes crazy.

“oh my god, babe, did you feel that?”

eren takes care of you during the pregnancy. his protectiveness over you multiples magnificently. he always makes sure you are comfortable, always makes sure you're eating, constantly doing everything in his power to make sure you are okay.

he talks to your stomach, having full on conversations with the unborn baby about his day, and anything and everything on his mind.

“see, today, uncle jean was being annoying again. remind me not to let him get near you, the stupidity might rub off of him”

cue you rolling your eyes at his childishness.

and if you ever interrupt his conversation with the baby, he looks up at you with a scowl on his face, ignoring you and going back to the conversation.

buys a bunch of random and unnecessary things for the baby. they’re  literally the most stupid things ever, you start to wonder if he’s the actual baby.

“babyy, look what i got.” *holds up something stupid*

“eren…”

“... what?”

the day you go into labor, eren is right there by your side the entire time, holding your hand. even if you squeeze it super hard until it goes numb.

he’s next to you, telling you that you’re almost there, and that you’re doing good.

the moment eren hears the baby cry, his heart swells. his eyes are filled with wonder and admiration, and also happiness. probably the most he has felt in his life.

he honestly didn’t think it was possible to love anyone as much as he loves the two of you.

after your child is born:

i think eren would actually make an amazing dad. surprisingly, it actually comes pretty easily to him.

he’d buy all of you guys matching outfits and it’s the cutest thing ever.

he’d softly sing your baby to sleep, but if you ever caught him he’d deny it with his life.

if you have a daughter, he calls her princess, and treats her exactly like one. if you have a son, he calls him “his prince” and definitely is always laughing with him.

eren takes you guys to the park, to the movies, the waterpark, and is always having fun with you guys.

he does that thing where he puts the child in the middle of you guys and you hold their hand, and you lift them up, swinging them back and forth, erupting into a fit of giggles.

he tries to cook for you guys, but completely fails. even your child gets scared when eren says he’s cooking dinner.

eren loves to play different games with them around the house. hide and seek, cards, anything and everything.

he lets your child play with his hair a lot. he whines like a baby, but still complies nonetheless. don’t be surprised if you see him walking around with his hair in pigtails.

“aww, eren, you look like a true princess.” “sleep with one eye open, baby.”

definitely watches cartoons with them, and secretly gets invested with the plot lines. he’d also walk around the house mumbling the theme song to spongebob, and he doesn't even realize it until you call him out.

he’s the type of parent to completely spoil his kid. he buys them everything. the new toys, the i pad that they really wanted, those cool light up shoes, he buys it all. when you get mad at him for spoiling them, he claims he will stop. but he doesn't.

if you take away your child’s electronic device, he'll definitely give it back to them.

“shhhh, here’s your ipad back. keep this a secret between just us, okay?”

and you find out and he acts like he did nothing.

“i did no such thing!”

i don’t think he’d be that strict, unless he gets really, really mad.

if your child ever asks him for help with homework, he doesn't know a single thing on the paper, and just tells them to ask you instead.

if someone ever picks on his kid, he goes into scary eren dad mode. he will probably scare the child away, ending in them crying because of the scary man.

eren’s probably the favorite parent, and he never misses a chance to gloat to you about how much your child loves him.

eren loves the both of you with his entire heart, and is always taking care of the both of you. world’s best dad hands down.

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[the-dead-skwad]

Rewind X Bucky Barnes X Reader

Hello again, apologies this is a little rushed I did it all in a day. Let e know if I should do a part 2 because I'm thinking about it.

Summary: A hangover from hell, was last night worth remembering?

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, implied sex

His hand tightened in your hair, a soft moan escaped your lips. “Bucky.” You whispered.

You reached down to touch the bulge in his pants “Y/N” He moaned back. “Y/N!” His voices got louder “Y/n!”

You opened your eyes to Steve “Y/N?”

“God my head hurts, what you doing Steve?”

“You were talking in your sleep and I made you coffee.”

“Oh thanks,” You sat up and looked around “Why am I on the couch?”

“Just before I went to bed I saw Bucky bringing you back in over his shoulder. I don’t think you were sober enough to make it to your bed.”

You flopped back into the couch “Looks it, hang on did you say I was talking in my sleep?”

He coughed uncomfortably and took a sip of his coffee “Yep.”

“Oh shit, sorry. Thank you for waking me though.”

“Didn’t think you would want anyone else to hear you.”

You would have been more embarrassed had you not been so hungover. “So..” He quickly tried to change the subject “Remember much of last night?”

“Bits and pieces.. Dancing, shots.. a lot of shots. Did I go to a night club?”

“Yeah you said that Shuri had never been to one, so you made Bucky take you, Sam came too. I think they tried to watch over you.”

“Oh Shuri! Did she get home ok?”

He shrugged “So so, she did throw up on the way home.”

“I tell you what I wouldn’t enjoy a spaceship in the state I was in.”

“You know if you don’t remember much you could always you know… do the thing.” He gestured to your eye.

You laughed lightly “You know I only have a robotic eye, it’s not that weird.”

“When you get to my age it will be.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be that old, unless I become full cyborg, and besides I’m not sure if I’m ready to relive last night just yet.”

Chuckling he got up from his seat “I’m going to make a dirty fry up, you want one?”

“You life saver, I’ll jump in the shower while you do that. Need to wash last night off me.”

He shook his head at you as you left. “Get Sam and Bucky too I bet they’ll need one.” He called after you.

You walked slowly down the hallway. Different noises came from each room, video games was Peter, Sam was snoring, Nat was working out, god knows what noises were coming from Rockets room and then Bucky’s. You stopped for a second outside his door. Should you say thank you for helping you last night or did you make a massive fool out of yourself. Probably should find out what you did first.

Stripping off in your bathroom you got your dress up passed your face and then nothing. You stood there, eye fogging up, dress trapping your arms in the sky. You pulled pushed and wiggled. Standing on a slippery tile your legs went from under you. As you went to the floor your head hit the sink. “Ah fuck!” You shouted. You lay there with your dress still stuck over your head contemplating your options when you heard a voice from your bedroom.

“Hello?” You called out.

“Y/N?”

“Bucky! I’ve fallen.” You called out to him.

Your door swung open and you felt his hands pull the dress off you. “What the hell are you doing?”

“My dress wouldn’t.. the water .. floor tiles.” You made a weird gesture and noise simulating you falling.

“Oh shit.”

“What?” You were suddenly aware you were just in your undies.

“Your heads bleeding.” He grabbed a towel and put it against the wound on the side of your head.

“Thank you,” You put your hand over his that was holding the towel “And thank you for last night.”

“Don’t be silly, the state you were in I was not letting you run wild through the city.”

You laughed “Smart choice. How bad was I?”

“You don’t remember anything?”

“Bits and pieces, Caps making me a fry up. I told him I was going to jump in the shower then get it.”

“You sure you’re ok? I can get someone to look at your head.”

“I’ll be fine.” You started to get up.

He stopped you from wobbling “You sure you’re good?”

“No idea till I watch the night again.”

The colour drained out of his face “You sure you want to see that? I can give you the highlights.”

“Maybe that’s a better idea.” You took the bloody towel from him “Thank you again.”

“Don’t mention it.” You smiled as he left you in the steamy bathroom.

Finally stepping in the shower you let the water cascade over you. You could almost feel the alcohol washing off your skin. Opening your eyes you almost wobbled again. The alcohol and the head wound were really making you dizzy. After washing out all the shampoo you jumped out.

You wrapped the towel around you and stepped carefully back into your room. You threw on some sweatpants, vest and a soft cosy cardigan. You searched the desk by your bed until you finally found the paracetamol. Throwing some back you flopped onto your bed.

Images flashed in your mind. The dream you had had felt so real. You saw yourself dancing in the club but in your mind you could feel a hand. It started soft and then slowly worked his way over your hip. Maybe that’s why Bucky didn’t want you to watch it. Maybe he got jealous and fought the guy.

You constantly glanced over to your desk. Steve would have saved your food by now and if not it was burning. You had made this mistake before, watching after a night out, seeing how embarrassing you were. You even got into a fight with a man dressed as a Raccoon. Something about it being offensive. Which Rocket found highly amusing. This all felt different, like you were forgetting something important.

After a few moments of contemplating you dragged yourself off the bed. Sitting at your table you called out “Hey Friday.”

“Morning Miss Y/L/N”

“How many times have I told you to call my Y/N..”

“How can I help Y/N?”

“I’m about to plug in my eye, can you show me the footage of last night.” You took your eye between two fingers and pulled it out, then put on the patch from your desk draw. You plugged it into the system.

“Where would you like to start?”

“Ermm,” You moved your patch around till it stuck in the right place. “Let’s start at around 1am I’m sure that was around the time I left for the city.”

“Oh god,” You laughed at what you saw.

“Shhhh. They have no idea.”

You were pouring shots in the back of the car. Shuri was up front hanging her head out the window while you and Sam were doing ‘secret’ shots. It was very obvious that Bucky could see what you two were doing. Looks like you had gotten Sam drunk too.

“Forward 2 hours please.”

Now at the bar, probably not the best idea. Music booming through your speakers was making your head feel worse. “Friday can your turn it down please.”

“Of course, your vitals are looking low do you need me to ask someone to make you food?”

“No I’m…” You stopped as you saw what you were looking for. You were dancing your hips swung back and forth to the music. Sam and Shuri were having a blast by you. But you were looking across the room, Bucky sat there looking at you. Swirling a glass of whiskey. You turned and danced even more. That’s when the hands found your body, you saw the shine of the metal. You turned in his arms and danced with him, your body entwined with each other and the music.

You thread your hands through his hair and brought your face closer to his. Before anything could happen you pulled away. Taking his hands in yours you walked together to a back VIP room. The pair of you leapt at each other pulling and grasping at your clothes like animals.

“Pause!” You called out. Putting your head in your hands you took a deep breath in. It wasn’t a dream. You turned your head towards your door. “Bucky?”

Leaning on the door frame he smiled at you “Hey.”

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[sundaymorninglife]

the broken rules

corpse husband x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, alcohol, insinuation of sex.

part 1 - next

it had been two months since mark’s party.

corpse watched y/n’s figure leave his bed and find a t-shirt sprung on the floor, as she went to the bathroom of his room. in the two months they started sleeping with one another, he had moved to LA from san diego. his little apartment in the city he grew up in could no longer keep up with the requirements of being a full time streamer, and so taking the advice from rae and toast, he decided to move to LA.

he didn’t mind. he got to see y/n more often as well.

by now, he had completely broken rule number one. he thought he could easily push aside his crush, concentrate on the physical part of this strange relationship (he was 23 after all, weren’t all 23 year old men supposed to want this exact kind of arrangement?), but in between the pillow talks, the few moments where they allowed themselves to tangle their legs in between the sheets, and the extremely rare occasions where they fell asleep cuddling one another... it was impossible not to fall in love with her.

y/n sat on the toilet, head in her hands. she had also broken rule number one, and she cursed herself for it. she had been doing well, she had been able to separate the feelings that come with sex fairly well, but it was tonight that it all came tumbling down. he had grabbed her hand and interlaced his fingers with hers in the middle of it, and that’s when all her walls crumbled down. it was something so small and so stupid, but it was enough to make her realize that she was on the verge of falling utterly in love with him.

she flushed the toilet and got up to wash her hands, before going back out to the bedroom.

corpse looked up. the bathroom light highlighted her figure from behind beautifully. “what are you staring at?” she laughed at him, before turning the light off. she sat on the bed and he pushed himself up and kissed her neck.

“you always look so pretty.”

y/n felt herself blushing. she stood up and started looking for her clothes. “are you not staying over?” corpse asked.

y/n swallowed hard, knowing damn well that if she stayed over she would be done for. “uh, no, i can’t actually. rae set me up on a blind date tomorrow at noon.”

corpse froze. shit. “oh, really?”

“yeah...” she said, pulling on her pants, “she said it’s about time for me to start dating someone, apparently she’s setting me up with a friend of a friend. i honestly just think her and lily are trying to live vicariously through me, though.” y/n laughed at the thought of her two friends asking for every detail of the date, like they had done when she told them she slept with a random dude at mark’s party.

corpse stayed silent on the bed. he was definitely breaking rule number three. y/n looked back at him, she could tell he was jealous. she felt sort of proud and guilty at the same time. she let out a laugh, “don’t break rule number three on me now, corpsie.”

corpse’s eyes widened and he threw a pillow at her. “i am not! are you still coming to the dinner at toast’s tomorrow?”

y/n finished getting dressed. she kneeled down on the bed and pulled corpse in for a quick kiss. “yeah, i am. let’s hope we don’t fuck up in front of our friends.” she said, a stupid, perfect smile on her face, and corpse couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “see you tomorrow, corpse.”

and with that, she was gone. he collapsed on the bed, and stared at the ceiling. “fucking dammit.”

***

“y/n, you’re here!” toast swung the door open to his apartment, greeting y/n.

“hi toast!” she replied back, giving him a tight hug.

as they made their way inside, she noticed all of her friends were already there. sitting in a circle in the living room were rae, lily, poki, sykkuno, leslie, peter and, of course, corpse. everyone had a beer in hand, and they seemed to be happily chatting away.

this was the first time the two of them were hanging out with all of their mutual friends. two months had gone by with none of them noticing the hickeys, the texts, and everything in between. “hi guys!” y/n greeted everyone, before settling down in between rae and leslie.

“y/n, how was your date with toby?” rae asked her, excited to see if her friend had hit it off with someone.

“uuuu, you went out on a date, y/n?” toast asked her, handing her a beer.

corpse did his best to hide his discomfort. “yeah,” she replied, taking a swig of the beer, “it was fine. you know, first dates are always a little awkward. but he was super sweet! did you tell him i love the park?”

“uh, of course i did. i gave him all the secrets to a perfect date with you!”

y/n laughed. “yeah, that makes sense. he surprised me with a picnic, he even had a bottle of my favorite wine, rae.”

rae nudged her friend and wiggled her eyebrows. “did you get lucky or what?”

it was getting harder for corpse to hide his discomfort. “rae! jesus, of course not,” y/n replied, nudging her friend back and laughing, “i am not that kind of girl!”

“says the girl who slept with a random dude in mark’s bathroom...” lily said. everyone gasped.

“LILY!”

corpse let out a snort. everyone started asking her a million questions, ranging from who she slept with to how it was to if she’s still seeing him... amongst the chaos, sykkuno softly asked, “wait, corpse, didn’t you also hook up with a girl in the bathroom at that same party?”

everyone quieted down. all that was running through y/n’s head was a handful of cussings that would’ve even made a sailor blush. corpse was staring at the ground. “um, yeah. funny, we must’ve just missed each other, y/n.”

everyone laughed it off. leslie just said, “how can you guys do it in a bathroom?! that sounds horrible...” corpse and y/n just laughed it off, avoiding eye contact as if it were the plague. it had been a close call.

the night went on as the group of friends talked about streams, gaming, movies, and everything in between. eventually, corpse and y/n found themselves alone in the kitchen, and it was only a few seconds before they were kissing heavily against the marbled counter.

“anyone could walk in, corpse,” y/n said, in between kisses.

“i know.”

“c’mon,” she said, but showed no sign of stopping, “seriously we could get caught!”

“exactly.”

they continued making out, before... “oh my god, what the fuck.”

lily was standing in the entrance to the kitchen, staring at her two friends. corpse and y/n immediately broke apart. “lily...” y/n started, staring at her friend who was just looking back dumbfounded, empty beer bottle in hand.

“i fucking knew it. the second sykkuno mentioned that corpse also fucked someone in the bathroom-“

“LILY! shhhh, please, please, you can’t tell anyone, OK?” y/n went over to her friend and grabbed her by the shoulders. “i’ll do anything, but PLEASE don’t tell anyone.”

lily looked at y/n and then at corpse, then back at her friend. “this is going to eat me up inside. you guys owe me a big one. also, are you guys mental? seriously? in a KITCHEN?”

y/n and corpse just laughed. “we were just kissing, chill.” corpse said, grabbing a bottle of beer before leaving.

“you have so much explaining to do,” lily went over to the fridge and grabbed another bottle, “are you guys dating?”

y/n went to do the same. “god, no. that would be way too complicated. besides, i don’t even think he likes me that way. we’re just... relieving stress, is all.”

lily looked at her friend. “y/n, i’m going to tell you this honestly because i love you. this is going to end up badly if you two keep sneaking around. i can tell you like him, so i think it’s better if you let him know as soon as possible.”

“nope, no fucking way.”

“y/n look at me.” lily stared into her eyes. “i’m being serious, friends with benefits never works. i won’t tell anyone, don’t worry, but be careful, ok?”

and so lily left, leaving a confused y/n behind. she pulled out her phone and texted toby.

can’t wait to see you again :)

she held her phone against her chest. maybe starting something with toby would help her get over corpse.

she made her way back to her friends in the living room. corpse stared at her for a second before looking away; he thought about lily. she knew about them now, and he couldn’t quite decide if that was good or bad. if the rest of them found out, they would one thousand percent make him and y/n try to date. he didn’t mind that, but did y/n? he honestly couldn’t figure her out sometimes. they enjoyed each other’s presence, that much he could tell, but there were days where she acted more sweetly, more gushing, until it seemed she caught herself and stopped. she would stay over for a few nights and then suddenly the next few times she would leave abruptly. he couldn’t understand if she felt the same, if she was just using him as a distraction, if she liked him but stopped herself because she was embarrassed.

“what if we play a drinking game?” corpse was brought back to reality when rae suggested the idea.

oh, y/n thought, this is about to get messy.

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[fandom-strumpet]

Game Night Confession- Part 1

 Summary: It’s Game Night at the Salvatore boarding house and after a few drinks and games they start the game 7 Minutes in Heaven. It’s not what you think, the bottle lands on Elena and Y/N.

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Word Count: 1,769

It’s Game Night at the Salvatore boarding house, the crew is there, including Rebekah. She had been on her best behavior lately so was ‘allowed’ to come but she in reality she crashed the party and no one had the energy to make her leave. Damon went down to the cellar and brought out one of his bourbon’s and started pouring it into glasses with ice. The night started off with Twister but the more you all drank, the more difficult it became and you all agreed to move onto the next game. Caroline pulled out Cards Against Humanity and finally the game ended when Stefan won with 6 black cards.

 “I know what game to play next!” Rebekah squealed, “7 Minutes in Heaven!”

 Damon groaned and tossed his head back to take a shot but it was obvious he was interested as well. 

Elena spins first, with a hopeful look that it might land on Stefan. Unfortunately, the bottle landed on you. 

“Ooh” Rebekah squirms in excitement. 

You give a small huff. Elena shares the ‘Oh well.’ look with you as you both head to the closet. 

Hollering back you say, “Remember the rules! No vamp hearing to listen in!” 

A chorus of yes’ and agreement sound back. Shutting the heavy oak door with a thud, Elena turns and clicks the little light bulb on. You and Elena both stood awkwardly in silence for a moment. 

Whispering, you ask Elena, “How about we play a different version of the game?” 

“What would that be?” Elena tilted her head and squinted curiously.

 “We both tell each other a deep and dark secret. We’ll be sworn to secrecy-”

 “What happens in the closet, stays in the closet.” Elena finishes with a coy smile. “Alright, I’ll go first,” she takes a deep breath in, “I kissed Katherine.”

 Your jaw drops open and you fail to come up with an immediate response resulting in an awkward silence. 

Elena speaks fast and continues, “Well, I mean, actually I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me just so she could bite my lip and get some blood.” 

“Bu- whu- uh-” You stuttter out.

 “I couldn’t bring myself to tell Stefan, it would be too weird... OKAY! Your turn!” 

“Um well, okaaay.” You shake your head in disbelief of what you had just heard. Letting out a shaky breath you feel butterflies in your stomach and a warm feeling that wasn’t there a moment ago. Its time someone knows anyway. “My deepest, darkest secret is that-” you pause to bite your lip,”I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Malachai Parker...” Your heart froze, looking into Elena’s eyes for a response.

 “You are absolutely crazy!” 

“Elena, remember you promised not to tell anyone.” 

“Y/N, I promise I won’t tell anyone. But- really? Kai?!”

 “I know, I know. It’s eating me up inside though. I don’t know what to do.” 

“Tell him.” she stated. 

“What and let everyone know I’m in love with Senor Psychopath?!” you started to raise your voice.

 “Shhhh.” Elena hushed.

 You sighed and then felt a cold wash over you. “Besides, he would never like me back.”

 “Y/N.” Elena grabbed your shoulders and forced your eyes to meet hers. “Just tell him.” 

“ONE MINUTE LADIES!” You could hear Damon snickering. 

You shrug off Elena’s grip, “Guess we better make some noise.” You smiled half-heartedly.

 “Yep.” Elena grinned, her eyes lighting up with mischief. “Ow! My hair!” she yelled and you stifled a laugh. 

You hit your fist against the closet wall in response. “Oooooohhh.” you moan. Elena hits the wall but a little too hard and it sends the coat clothing rod falling. Laughter erupts from the both of you as you fall to the floor in a tangled mess. Stefan opens the closet door and you roll out giggling with messy hair.

“Enjoy your 7 Minutes in Heaven ladies?” Stefan cocked an eyebrow and smiled. 

In the Living Room

The great oak door shut but the girls remained quiet. Getting bored, Damon poured himself another drink. Kai strutted into the living room, shaking himself like a wet dog after walking out in the rain. 

“Really Kai? This is leather.” Caroline rolled her eyes. 

“It’s seen worse Caroline, relax.” Damon scoffed.

“Mmmmm so what do you got to eat?” Kai makes his way to the kitchen rubbing his hands together. He pulls out a bag of pork rinds from under the sink. “Hope you weren’t going to eat these or anything.”

“Nooooo. Go ahead and eat whatever Kai.” Stefan glared. 

“Alright then.” Kai plops himself down onto the couch by Rebekah. “So what game are you guys playing?” 

“7 Minutes in Heaven.” Rebekah winked. 

“Y/N and Elena are in there right now.” Bonnie stated with a chuckle.

 “Now I gotta hear this.”

 “Kai! No!” Caroline yelled. “There’s no vamp hearing in this game.”

“Well I’m not playing am I?” Kai grinned. 

Caroline glared daggers at Kai and then looked to Stefan for help. “He’s got a point Care, he’s not playing so he can technically listen in.” 

“You are unbelievable.” she rolled her eyes and fell backwards into the couch. Bonnie grinned, it was always amusing to see Caroline get worked up over the smaller things.

 “What are they doing?” Damon asked lazily, “It’s too quiet.”

 “They’re doing confessions.” Kai pursed his lips.

 “Kai, you can’t tell us what they’re saying.” 

“Bonnie is right.” Caroline nodded with raised eyebrows. 

“I for one would love to know though Kai.” Damon patted Kai on the back. Kai delivered a devilish smile.

“Elena just confessed something juicy but it isn’t a surprise to me. Now for Y/N...” Kai froze. The color drained from his face upon hearing you say, “I am hopelessly, irrevocably in love with Malachai Parker.” He stood up fast and almost bolted out of the house. The front door slammed shut at his exit. 

“Well he disappeared fast.” Rebekah raised her eyebrows and Damon shrugged, looking back down into his glass. 

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The next day after classes, you met up with Elena at The Grill. The thud of a backpack makes you look up from your notebook. 

“Hey!” 

“Hey, how’s it going?” Elena smiled and sat down across from you. 

“Oh, you know. It’s going. I’m so glad we could meet up for food and studying though. It was a great idea, thanks Elena.” 

Elena clears her throat and sneaks a glance to the door. “No problem, Y/N. Anything to help a friend.”

“First though- *you giggled* we need to order drinks and food.” 

Elena waved down the new blonde waitress so she could take your order. It didn’t take long for the both of you to decide on what to get. The Grill had the best strawberry lemonades and mozzarella sticks. The door gave it’s usual ding, and it drew your attention out of an age old habit. It was him. Malachai Parker, the most handsome and hot being on the face of the Earth. Your heart skipped a beat involuntarily and Elena didn’t miss it. She looked down into her drink quickly to hide the smirk that appeared on her face. She whirls the straw around in her strawberry lemonade, a drink both of you always got together. It was an all time favorite and the Grill served it the best.

 “I- uh- yeah sorry. What were you saying? I lost focus for a second..” 

She leaned forward to take a sip before starting. “You know, I’ll never understand how you could love Kai. BUT I will admit that he is a better person when he’s around you. He’s not as ‘psycho Kai’.”

 “Elena,” you hissed, “You promised not to say anything to anyone.” 

“And I’m not- I’m only talking about it to you. Don’t worry, I haven’t told anyone about what happened in the closet.” 

You sit back and cross your arms in the motion of fine. You nod your head and motion for her to continue.

 “I can see it in you too, Y/N. How much you love him, how your heart races and your eyes light up. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before but- you and Kai would actually be really cute as a couple.” 

Your heart leapt into your throat when Kai turned slightly to look around and caught your eye. He gave a little smile and wave. Damon turned to see who he was waving to and winked at Elena. 

“Hey Damon! Kai! Want to join us?” Elena yelled and you groaned inwardly as the guys stood up to join you in the booth.

 “How’s it going ladies?” Damon smiled cheesily. 

“Good, me and Y/N were just talking about-”

 “Homework.” you interrupted quickly, unsure if she was going to say something to reveal your secret. Elena gave you a smirk and took another sip of her drink. You looked down to see your half-gone lemonade while they talked about something random. It was so hard to focus when the amazing man you wanted to caress and love and hold tight was sitting merely six inches from you and it felt like he was getting closer? No- that’s not possible, just your imagination. Why do I feel so hot all of a sudden? You grabbed your left wrist under the table out of habit to make yourself stop squirming and try to focus. Kai cast his eyes to you every now and then , looking for your reaction to the funny jokes. He was acting like a normal friend. You could act like a normal friend- right? 

“You know what, Damon and I actually have a thing to go do downtown-” 

“We do?” Elena nudged him hard, “We were supposed to go see some new artwork and stuff. Come on, let’s go!” 

As they slid out of the booth, Elena gave you a wink and a small wave to Kai.

“Sooooo um, hi.” 

“Hey.” His smile was so enchanting it was hard to keep yourself focused on something other than his lips. He turned away from you and started digging into the mozzarella sticks and sauce. You always thought it was so cute and weird how Kai ate. He was something else entirely. You grinned to yourself and started to join him. There was a comfortable silence as you ate, when the sticks were gone he licked his fingers with a pop and you felt your stomach tighten at the sight. Looking down at his drink he muttered, “Irrevocably. That’s a big word.” Then continued to seduce the straw with his tongue until it entered his mouth. @1-800-khaleesii @rome5683 @tawaii

#kai parker fanfiction #kai parker x reader #kai parker imagine #kai parker

[obeymefictionwriting]

Could you do hc's for the brothers where Mc is on a call and they overhear the convo that's like

Mc: Him and I-

Friend: Are getting married?

Mc: What? No, that-

Friend: Shhh, no I have this entire thing planned out

Then the friend just starts going off about different themes and color schemes while Mc is like ????

Loved the idea! Hope you enjoy my hc!

“Go and get MC right now, it’s not acceptable to be late for dinner like that”, Lucifer frowned at Mammon and the second-born quickly jumped on his feet.

“What am I, a delivery boy?” He murmured but deep in his heart, he was happy Lucifer asked him to do so. After all, he is MC’s FIRST, so this is his and only his responsibility to…

He stopped because he heard something… something like laughter? Giggles? Intrigued, he pressed his ear to the door.

“So, what I wanted to say…” He recognized MC’s tender and lovely voice and he also recognized that the voice was a bit nervous. Huh? Why would that be?

“JUST SAY IT!” The second voice was far more demanding and impatient. Wasn’t it MC’s best friend that they mentioned all the time? Ah, right. It’s evening in the human world too, and usually, around this time humans tend to call each other and talk…

“So um… Him and I…”

“Are getting married?!?!” The second voice burst happily.

Mammon could not believe his ears. Did… did MC really just say that? Did they probably… Wanted The Great Mammon as their husband?

“Hey scumbag, what takes you…”

“Shhhh you IDIOT!” Mammon whispered, grabbing Levi by his hoodie and pulling him close. “Listen to this!”

“What? No, I…” MC sounded frustrated.

“Ohhh let me guess! It is the hot tanned boy? The one with white hair? He looks so cool on the photos!”

Mammon melted inside. So he is cool huh? Take that, Lucifer!

In his arms, Levi chuckled silently. “LMAO, what a piece of crap” he whispered and suddenly gasped. “Satan? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Lucifer sent me to check you two. What are…”

“Shhh!!”

Meanwhile, the second voice was going on and on. “If it’s him, then it would be gold and black! Royal colors, you know! What is he like? What does he like? You know he looks a bit crazy so I think we can include some activities at the wedding, right? Like a gambling area! What do you say?”

MC paused for a moment and said “Oh, Mammon would love that. But… but I wasn’t talking about him…”

“How unfortunate” Satan grinned in the darkness of the corridor. “Ouch, Asmo, stop grabbing me from behind like that! What are you even doing here?”

“And what are you all hiding from me? Secrets? Exciting!” Asmo got really delighted and pressed his ear to the door too. “Hmhm, so what is our lovely MC talking about? Me, of course, but I had to ask out of politeness!”

The second voice said “Oh, it’s not him? So did you mean the blond guy? The one who loves cats and books? To be honest, I always believed you fell for him. Like, who wouldn’t? Still water runs deep! Ohhh, wedding in emerald colors! Emerald but make it kawaii! Maybe deserts shaped like cat paws? And omg we can gift everyone with books as a souvenir from you too!”

In Satan’s head, a puzzle clicked and got completed. His favorite human, his favorite color, and his favorite animal - everything was just perfect. And did… did they say MC always loved him? For real?

“Hey don’t get too carried away!” Mammon pushed him but gasped upon finding Belphie standing on his foot. “Da hell?!”

“What’s going on…” Lucifer was about to scold them but several hands from different directions sealed his mouth shut. Lucifer was in shock and was about to turn them all into ash when he heard…

‘Uhhh don’t make me guess! Maybe it’s the nerd guy? The one who made you that lovely yukata? Do you know how popular geek weddings are? Like, you can put the rings in a styled wooden box, and you can put gaming figurines on top of the cake, and you can also make so many quests for the guests!”

“No no, I didn’t mean”... MC sounded helpless but her friend was not ready to give up just yet.

“Oh I know! The angelic-looking one? Who dresses better than both of us together? Uhh that would be tough! I’m not sure he’d approve of my ideas because I bet his sense of style is much better… Oh, it’s not him? MC, I hate you! Okay, whom do we have left? Noooooo!”

The second voice sounded so excited that all brothers froze.

“This huge and incredibly hot redhead? Oh man I totally get you - like, look at that body, right?”

Beel got red when hearing that. At the same time, he had this weird tingling sensation deep in his chest - did MC also consider him hot? Did they really like the way he looks so much?

“Beel is not only muscles - he is amazing!” MC jumped to Beel’s defense, offended that her friend noticed his body first. Beel melted again while Mammon whined, “Ah man, unfair!” to Belphie. Belphie yawned.

“So no wonder you chose… wait, not him? Huh? His twin brother? The one with messy hair and a mischievous look in his eyes? He is a hottie too, though he also looks like a troublemaker… Though his palette is pretty obvious so it won’t be too difficult. Just leave enough pillows here and there for the guests.”

“I’m telling you, it’s not…” MC tried to say something but her friend just wouldn’t have it.

“I KNEW IT” the second voice sounded so content and loud that everyone, including Lucifer, stood in surprise and shock. “You took the number one prize, MC, you chose the eldest brother!”

Lucifer felt blood rushing to his cheeks. His brothers were piercing him with their eyes and Asmo said in a sweet voice “Lucifer, my dear brother, would you mind explaining a few things to us?”

But before Lucifer could open his mouth, they heard the second voice again: excited and happy:

“An incredibly stylish, black wedding! Gothic, mysterious, unique! Red wine for the guests, classic music, probably happening in a castle or something. Oh my, I am getting goosebumps just thinking of it!”

“Odette!” MC finally managed to interrupt. “What I wanted to say is…”

Everyone held their breath. Satan was holding a hand on Mammon’s mouth, just to make sure. Asmo grabbed Beel’s arm tightly as if grabbing a safety belt. Lucifer did not frown but all his face expressed anticipation.

“What I wanted to say is that he and I are very good friends! Luke and I are friends! Luke is a boy from my class but he lives in a different dorm. He is a bit younger but is just adorable”.

“Oh”, Odette sounded disappointed. “But what about the brothers?”

“About the brothers?” MC”s eyes lit with a scary light. “Why don’t you ask them?”

Before anyone could move, MC leaped to the door and swiftly opened it. Mammon could not hold his balance and fell right on the floor, dragging Levi behind. Satan tripped over Levi and accidentally knocked down Asmo. Lucifer sighed.

“NOW I see why you can’t make your mind”, MC’s friend sounded both excited and amazed. “Well, I’ll leave you for now. But remember - everything is planned! Just let me know which palette you wanna go with”.

And with a chuckle, the screen went black.

[mackeydoodledoo]

I Only Swim Free: Chapter 4

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You’ve done swimming all your life. You’ve gotten to your dream college on a scholarship for your outstanding freestyle technique back in high school. Relationships never crossed your mind however, that was before you met your swim team captain: Bela Dimitrescu.

Warning: Jealousy, heavy couple-arguments, relationship-neglection

A/N: Rather than having this be a one chapter story, I decided to make this thing a whole series!

“Lost Boys” - Ocean Park Standoff

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You jolt awake to the sound of your door being knocked on. Groggy, you get up and slowly pace around your apartment to get to the door. Once you open it, Bela is on the other side.

“Bela?” you ask, rubbing your eyes, “It’s almost 3 am, what’s going on?”

“Can I stay here?” She asks, “My boyfriend and I got into an argument and I didn’t feel like staying and- this was the only place I could think of. May I?”

“Yeah, of course,” You say, your eyes halfway open

You could tell that she was wearing your hoodie you gave her your first day of practice the other week.

“You want anything?” You ask, grabbing a snack out of the pantry

“Pass,” She says as she sits on your bed

“You want to talk about it?” You ask, sitting next to her

“When I got back my boyfriend was super drunk,” She begins, “He kept on rambling how I’m beginning to get all touchy and close to you... “

You are though... But, I’m not against it or anything...

“I just... You’re my close friend and I do the exact same thing with all of my other girls,” Bela sighs, “But you- I don’t know why he has a problem with you...”

“Well, let me tell you something,” You start, “I don’t give an absolute damn about what your boyfriend thinks of me. He shouldn’t be having this much control over who you decide to hug, chat with or even be friends with. If I’m going to be honest, he sounds toxic...” 

Bela sighs as she falls back into your bed, embracing its warmth. She groans as she covers her entire face with the both of her hands.

“Why haven’t you broken up with him yet?” You ask

“Because I’m afraid he’ll turn into one of those kinds of crazy exes and then he’ll hurt me and my family, my friends... You,” Bela sighs

“Me?” You ask, “Why would you be worried about me? I can sure handle myself in a fight. I should know.”

You try to play it off as a ‘hero’ kind of tone. But, when you look back down at Bela, she isn’t smiling.

“Because I care about you,” Bela confesses, “Since you joining the swim team, you were the first one ever to show to me that life is just more than swimming.”

“Like?” You ask

“I need to detach from the world every now and then,” She says, “Especially that night I found you on the rooftop.”

“That huh?” You ask, sighing, “I’m not one for parties...”

“I know,” She sighs

You fall back into your bed and offer your arm as a pillow for her. She lays her head against your arm and turns to you.

“Of all my relationships, you’re the only one who’s shown me respect and human decency.” Bela also confesses

“Bela, we’re not dating,” You say, “But, even so, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because all the boys would just bend to my will, I know it’s toxic of me to have them do so but, I want someone who would fall for me, for me.. You know?”

You nod, “Well, I always fall in love with the personality.”

“And?... My personality?” She asks you

“Well, you’re amazing in and out Bela,” You smile, “You’re the coolest gal I’ve ever become friends with. My captains from high school weren’t this close with me.”

“Really?” She asks, “Why not?”

“Cliques in the team,” you sigh, “After the season, none of us ever really got together other than at the banquet a couple weeks later.”

“Hmm,” Bela sighs, scooting in closer to you, “Have you ever... slept with a woman?”

“I wouldn’t say slept with in the terms you’re talking about,” You sigh, “Just cuddling maybe making out... But that’s it. So in other words, no.”

Everything was silent from there. But, Bela still huddles into your embrace. However, you take the opportunity to change into your pajamas. Bela pretty much makes herself at home and is already under your blanket. 

“You’re also welcome here if you need an escape from your boyfriend,” You whisper in Bela’s ear as you hop under the covers with her

She cuddles into your embrace as you begin wrapping your arms around her. Not too long after you manage to get her to fall asleep. The same goes for yourself. As you watch the sunrise peek through your windows you look down at Bela who was still fast asleep in your arms. You couldn't help but crack a slight smile. You move some hair out of her face and place a gentle kiss at the middle of her forehead. She begins to stir and looks up at you with half-opened eyes.

"Morning," she says, smiling

"Morning," you reply back, "Hungry?"

She nods but cuddles into your further, "But, that can wait. Let's just stay here..."

Just as you were about to get situated in her embrace, you could hear a phone ringing. At first the both of you ignored it however, it became persistent. Bela looks at it and groans when she sees her boyfriend's name across the screen. She finally caves in and answers the phone.

"Where the hell are you?" He asks, "I've been searching for you all night."

"Sorry, after the argument I decided to stay with a friend," Bela sighs, “I had no mood to go back into your fraternity house..."

"That’s fine, but it better not be at that kids' dorm," he says, "Can we talk it out during brunch? On me."

"Maybe," she says, hanging up

The puts her phone back onto the nightstand and groans in frustration.

"I'm pretty sure your boyfriend doesn't sound too happy?" You ask

"He feels bad," Bela says, "Maybe I will take him up on that offer..."

"Alright," you say, without trying to sound butt-hurt, "If anything happens I'm only a call away."

"Thanks y/n," she smiles

Bela leaves after changing into a simple outfit for the day and leaves you to your lonesome. You decided to get your work done, at least whatever remaining work you had to do. You wanted to save your photo assignment for last. Hoping you could get Bela to be your model. However, realizing you had photo class the next day, you began losing hope of getting to do a photoshoot with Bela. After a couple of hours you finally finish your school work and decide to watch some of your favorite youtubers play various games. You were currently watching Markiplier play Papers, Please when you noticed your phone going off. You pick it up immediately when Bela’s icon came up.

“Bela?” You call for her, when you hear crying, “Are you okay?!” 

“He isn’t picking up,” Bela sniffles, “I think he stood me up... I know your calf is injured but-but can you come get me?”

“I could care less if my calf is injured, don’t worry love, I’ll come get you,” You say, reassuringly

You slip on your calf brace and slip on some shoes and grab your car keys and rush out the door.

Bela gives you the address to the restaurant that Bela and her boyfriend had agreed to meet up at. You see Bela sitting along the curb just outside of the restaurant, her head in her hands. You stop your car and hop out.

“Bela,” You say

She looks up at you and practically jumps into your arms, sobbing into your shoulder.

“Shhhh,” You coo, stroking her blonde locks, “It’s okay.. It’s okay..”

“He didn’t even call me,” Bela cries

“You know what?” You ask, pulling Bela away to look at her

“What?” She asks

“Would you possibly want to hang out with me instead?” You ask, trying not to sound like a weirdo, “We can do anything you want really. I may not be your boyfriend Bela, but I absolutely hate seeing you torn because of this guy.”

“Sure,” She tries to smile at you but to no avail

“We’ll make it a night you will remember for the ages,” You try to sound optimistic

You made your last stop at a grocery store for some stuff for home as you had just remembered you hadn’t done that yet. You look out to the sky and notice the sun beginning to set. With the time you had remaining, you quickly change the song to “Lost Boys” by Ocean Park Standoff

Let’s take the night off From caring ‘bout tomorrow Let’s take our minds off the things we can’t control Let’s take our clothes off and jump into the ocean Don’t know where we’re going But. it’s somewhere out there!

On occasion you would look over to Bela and you’d see her smiling from ear to ear; enjoying the music you had put on for the both of you. 

We got our whole lives left To make some memories

As you continue singing your heart out, Bela could help but notice that whenever the sunlight would hit you, your eyes would glow a perfect shade of honey. You were driving so she couldn’t kiss you right then and there.

“What is it Bela?” You ask, finally having the change to look at her

What you had noticed, the sunlight hitting Bela, you could see her eyes shining a perfect shade of bright gold and you were sure her eye color was hazel.

“Nothing,” Bela blushes before facing forward again

“Oh! Before the sunsets fully! I need your help with something for photo class!” You blurt out

“What?” She asks

“I need to do photos of something nostalgic but at golden hour,” You tell her, “Or at least that is the theme I’m going for! I need a model for this and I couldn’t think of anyone else but you! What do you say?”

“I’ll help y/n!” She smiles

“I know a perfect spot!” You smile, putting ‘pedal to the metal’

In short time, you reach the spot you had planned; a ‘secret’ spot in the state park that had a lakeside. 

“Oh my gosh...” Bela gasps, hopping out of your car, “This is beautiful! How’d you fin this place?”

“I do some research and I’d sometimes come here when I want to feel alone,” You explain, “You’re actually the very first person I’ve brought here.”

“Me?” She asks, “Why am I the first person?”

“I don’t know,” You shrug, “This was the first place I thought of. Okay! Let’s do photos before it’s too dark!”

You do the pictures and Bela looks through them. The both of you agreed that they were perfect.

“Exactly how I pictured them in my head,” You smile, “Thanks Bela.”

The both of you just watch the sunset over the horizon, the both of you laying your heads gently against each other.

“Can we go back to your place?” Bela asks, “I don’t want to go home just yet.”

“Yeah, sure, you want food on the way back?” You ask

She nods, “But, you pick.”

You just get some pizza on campus and finally reach back to your apartment. The both of you were watching a movie and sitting on your couch. Bela leans onto your shoulder as the both of you continue watching the movie. 

“Do you think he no longer loves me?” Bela asks

“I wish I had the answer for that one Bela,” You sigh, gently rubbing her arm, “But hey, if anything happens you have the team, your sisters, your mother... And me.”

You hear Bela slightly chuckle and slings her arm across your midsection. You smile, knowing you had helped her, even though you two only had met a couple of months ago. 

Realizing what time it was, you begin preparing for bed, Bela decided to stay over again.

“If I’m gone by the time you wake up you can stay if you choose or you can leave,” You say, hopping into bed, “Just remember to lock the door.”

Bela nods as she against follows you into your bed and snuggles herself into your arms. 

“Goodnight Bela,” You say, giving her a forehead kiss

“Goodnight y/n,” She yawns

It was a restless night for Bela. She began overthinking about how her boyfriend stood her up earlier in the day, almost landed his hand across her face during that party months ago. She didn’t want to wake you up as she was aware you had morning classes mere hours later. 

By the time she actually got a decent amount of sleep, you were long gone. She slips on one of your hoodies that had your scent on it and groggily walks into your kitchen. She looks upon the counter and notices a note next to a coffee mug.

Thought you might want some coffee. Not sure how you like your coffee but I have creamer in the fridge and sugar up in the cupboard. I cooked food for you but they’re in the fridge, I didn’t want them to go bad so just warm them up. I’ll see you at practice Bels. - Y/n

She smiles from ear to ear as you had gotten up way earlier than expected just to cook yourself breakfast. but not only for you, but for her too. 

“Oh y/n,” Bela blushes

You were attempting to swim butterfly during practice however, you weren’t getting the arms right and you were looking for Bela to give you some pointers however, she was nowhere to be seen...

“Hey coach,” You swim over to the edge of the pool

“Yes y/n?” Donna looks up at you

“Have you seen the captain?” You ask

“She called earlier before practice and told me she wasn’t feeling to good, but she told me she’ll be at it tomorrow,” She explains

Hmm... That’s odd of Bela to miss practice... Oh well, I’ll check my phone after practice. 

You skip the shower and just put on some sweats and your swim jacket. You immediately go through your phone and see a bunch of missed calls from Bela, and only one voice message. When you listen through it, you beeline it out of the sports center and back to your apartment.

Chapter 5

#female reader #bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village #cassandra dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu

[babymetaldoll]

Spilling drinks on my settee (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Prompt: Start a story with "Can you keep a secret?"

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader 

Word count: 2,8K

Genre: Fluff

Warning: none 

Summary: Spencer is drunk with Morgan, finally sharing his feelings for Reader 

Part two

Masterlist

- “Can you keep a secret?”

Spencer was drunk. He leaned over Derek tapping on his shoulder a few times, making him chuckle at the scene. Dr. Reid was never the one to go out, less going to a bar and have a few too many drinks. Hell no! He could be the designated driver for life, if only he liked to drive. When he joined his BAU friends on their nights out, he would usually stick with a whisky that could last the whole night, or even left untouched at the table after he left. But that night, Spencer Walter Reid was drunk as a skunk. Wasted. And his best friend was the only witness.

- “Ok kid, tell me your secret”

- “I'm in love”- the words came like a slur out of his lips, the ones that curled into a guilty smile- Stupid, crazy, and irrevocably in love.

- “No shit!”- Derek pretended to be surprised, but he would have been a lousy profiler if he had missed the look on his best friend's face in the latest months. He nearly had hearts draw on his eyes, like a cartoon.

- “Yesss”- he made that "s" sound longer than it should have and closed his eyes for a few seconds- “Yes, I am.”

Morgan was still chuckling as he stared at the kid. He was still a kid for him, though he was already 30. He still acted like one, still shy, inexperienced. He had more attitude on his job now, on the field, with the unsubs, his pairs. But in his personal life... well, that was a whole different story.

- “Do you want to know who she is?”- Reid whispered and brought a finger to his lips.

- “But shhhh! you can't tell anyone 'cos it's a secret”- it was getting harder for Morgan to remain serious at that conversation, but he managed to keep his poker face and nodded at his friend.

- “But you can't tell Penelope 'cos she is going to tell the whole FBI! I'm sure!”

- “I won't tell her”

- “When I told her I was afraid of the dark, everybody ended up making fun of me...”

- “I swear I won't, kid”- Derek nodded and reassured his best friend he could trust him. He knew it was hard for Reid to talk about his feelings, that was probably why he had gotten that drunk to share them.

It had been unusual when Spencer walked over to Derek and asked if he wanted to get a drink with him after work. It was weirder when he said he wanted it to be just the two of them instead of the whole team, cos "he had some serious business" he wanted to share with him.

- “I'm in love with (Y/N)”- and yes, Derek was right. Spencer wanted to talk about the obvious.

The whole team knew he was in love with (Y/N). It was crystal clear. It was so obvious even Strauss had joked about it with Rossi once. Yes, Spencer's feelings were so clear and visible, everybody was aware of his love.

Everyone but (Y/N), apparently.

Derek knew ('cos it was a well-established fact that Penelope couldn't keep a secret) that (Y/N) was sure Spencer wasn't interested in her. Garcia had tried to convince her their genius was head over feet for her, but Reid had made an excellent job in looking uninterested in her.

Why? 'cos he was stupid, and it had nothing to do with his high IQ. It was simply 'cos he was scared. Petrified by the idea he could lose her, so he had made sure his actions were nothing but friendly with her. They were best friends ever since they met, over six years ago when they both had started in the BAU, but despite their feelings, none of them had acted on them.

- “No way!”- Derek pretended to be shocked, and Spencer was so drunk he didn't get Morgan's sarcasm. Instead, he nodded and sighed.

- “Yes, I love her... I am in love, I think about her all day long when I'm not with her, and when she is around, I can't stop staring, she is the sun and I orbit around her existence.”

Derek widened his eyes as he listened to the corniest words he had ever heard Spencer pronounce before.

- “And I need help, 'cos I don't know what to do about it”

- “I think you should tell her, kid”- but Spencer shook his head frantically as if his friend had asked him to do the worst thing he could have ever thought.

- “No man, really, you've got a pretty good chance there, and you don't wanna live in the regret of thinking what could have been if you had done anything”

- “No, Morgan, I can't, I can't do that”- Spencer nearly started shaking at his best friend's suggestion. The fact he was being honest about his feelings to his friend was one thing, but sharing those feelings with the woman of his dreams, that wasn't on his plans.

Why? He couldn't find a good reason to do it. As far as he knew, letting (Y/N) know he loved her as no one had ever loved her before, could only mean the end of their friendship. And Spencer could live having (Y/N) only as his friend for the rest of his life, though it would break his heart deeper and deeper every day. But he couldn't live not having her by his side. He knew he couldn't. And he was sure if he revealed his true feelings to her, she was going to leave his side and disappear, end their friendship, and ignore his existence for the rest of his life.

Yes, Spencer was being dramatic, but he was scared. His mind kept telling him as soon as he told her how much he loved her, (Y/N) was going to disappear from his life as fast as everyone he cared for had done before.

- “If you don't want to tell her, then what's your plan, kid?”- Morgan asked the one million dollar question. Spencer just stared at him and took a sip of his whiskey.

- “I don't know”

- “Shit!”- Derek nearly shouted- “That's the first time I ever hear you say such a thing! man!”

- “Shut up! I don't know why I'm telling you this, I knew you were gonna make fun of me”

Spencer rested his head on his arm on the table and closed his eyes.

- “I just thought 'cos you are so smooth with women, maybe you could help me”

- “I can help you, Reid, I can, you just have to be open to the idea of telling her how you feel”

- “How can I tell her? she is gonna hate me”

- “She won't!”- Morgan tapped on his friend's back again and tried to calm him down.

- “How do you know?! You have never been rejected by any woman ever since I met you!”- but it didn't work, mostly because there was nothing on earth that could calm Spencer down at that point.

- “I know she likes you”

- “Sure, right!”- Reid snorted and finished what was left in his glass- “I need another one.”

- “You need to slow down, maybe get some water and fresh air”- Morgan stopped him when he tried to get to the bar and pulled him back to his seat

- “No, no no, you don't get it, Morgan, she went on a date with some random guy from a dating website...”

And Morgan realized where his friend's fears were coming from.

- “She is looking for someone, and clearly that someone ain't me!”

- “Maybe she is looking for someone to stop thinking about you”- Spencer furrowed his brows at Derek's words and stared at his hands on the table for a moment.

- “Come on man! you have to give yourself some credit! you are smart, you are funny, she is always laughing when she is around you”

- “At me! laughing at me! everybody laughs at me!”- for someone so smart, Dr. Reid was acting like an ass.

- “With you! be real, she is the girl who laughs at your jokes, listens to your rambling for hours, and actually pays attention to what you say”- Reid nodded, thinking of the sound of her laughter- “And you two spend most of your weekends off together!”

- “Clearly, she doesn't want to do that anymore, if she is looking for guys on dating apps”- Reid sounded bitter and hurt, two things he had never been very good at dealing with.

- “Why don't you ask her?”- Derek knew what Spencer was going to answer at that, the same he had said when he told him to be honest with her about his feelings: "No way". But instead, he only got a deep silence back.

- “Reid?”

- “You know what? I'm gonna ask her”- he whispered and nodded at himself- “I wanna ask her if she doesn't want to spend time with me anymore”

Morgan widened his eyes in shock.

- “And I'm gonna ask her now!”

- “Wait, kid”- but this time, he couldn't stop him, Reid grabbed his sachet, his jacket and stormed out of the bar, stumbling against a few people on his way out, 'cos he was too drunk to walk straight.

- “Kid! come one, wait!”

Derek followed him as fast as he could and grabbed his arm as he walked to her house. (Y/N) lived a few blocks from the bar, Reid didn't need a cab to get there, and he decided to face her and ask her why she didn't want to spend time with him anymore.

Of course, that wasn't the reason (Y/N) had gone out on that date. She actually wanted to spend all of her free time with him, but Prentiss had her forced to go out after hearing she hadn't been out in at least two years. Two years without a date. Two years actually without sex. Emily nearly died at the news, she couldn't believe anyone could live like that, and so, she forced her friend out with some random guy from a website.

- “There's no way you are spending another Friday night on your own! you need to have fun!”

- “I'm not gonna spend Friday night on my own! Friday nights are board game nights with Reid”- Prentiss frowned and crossed her arms on her chest staring at (Y/N) pouting.

- “Whatever it is you are thinking, please don't say it”

- “Boardgames with Reid, please tell me that means he is fucking your brains off on his dining table on top of a monopoly board”- (Y/N) wished her friend was right, but no.

- “Actually... no, it's Jenga night”

- “You are so going out this weekend!”

And she did, not Friday night, but Saturday afternoon. And it had been one of the worst dates (Y/N) had ever been on. Just like she had said that day back in the office, the guy was cute but dumb. On his behalf, she was in love with Spencer Walter Reid, any guy on earth was going to look dumb compared to him. But to be honest, he wasn't really bright either. And (Y/N) wasn't into him at all. They had a coffee, went to see a movie, and called it the night.

Spencer had no idea about that date, she never wanted to tell him 'cos it meant nothing to her. But after hearing the story of the date earlier that day, Spencer was a mess. He didn't know what to think, and that was the reason he was out there, drunk, asking Derek for advice.

He had tried to avoid her for the rest of the afternoon, he was upset, and he knew he was going to be passive-aggressive if they shared any word - he couldn't help it even when he knew he didn't have to act that way- and so, he didn't look from his paperwork until it was time to leave.

It was a good thing they were swamped with work, and (Y/N) didn't notice her best friend was giving him the cold shoulder from a safe distance.

- “Reid, Reid, wait!”- Morgan grabbed his best friend's arm and stopped him in his tracks- “What are you doing? you can't talk to her like this!”

- “I want to know! I deserve to know!”

- “Kid, you are drunk, you are not thinking straight”

- “Or am I?”- Spencer was slurring and his eyes were half-closed. Still, he knew what he was doing. He was making a mistake on purpose 'cos at that point, he was desperate.

- “Come on man, you are not thinking this, (Y/N) never said she is going out 'cos she doesn't want to spend her time you with you, those are your insecurities talking”

- “If she didn't do it because of that, then why?”- but Morgan couldn't answer, not because he didn't know the answer, but because Reid's retchings forced him to help him and pull his scarf and sachet back as he started puking in the middle of the sidewalk.

- “I think I'm gonna take you home now, kid”

Spencer felt like shit. He wasn't only drunk, but also miserable. He hated getting intoxicated like his, but he had no idea what else to do. He was lost and scared and wretched. He thought talking with Derek was gonna help, but he didn't know what to expect from his friend anyway, the only advice he got from Morgan was sharing his feelings with (Y/N), but... Reid knew he wasn't doing that, not in this life. Not if it meant he could lose her.

- “What the hell is going on here?”- (Y/N)'s voice felt like cold water running down Spencer's spine. He paused his puking for a second to look at her, and kind of smiled.

- “Oh! hey Buttercup!”- and that was all he could say before he continued vomiting.

- “Derek?”- the woman was shocked, had Spencer just called her by a cute nickname? she had always done it with him, he was her honey bunny, but he had never done it before... and she loved it- “What the fuck?”

- “Hey pretty girl!”- Morgan did his best to play it cool, though he was also freaking out. He knew (Y/N) wasn't going to be happy to know he let Spencer get that drunk. He was aware it wasn't his fault (not completely), but he also knew she was going to blame him anyway.

- “Why is Spencer drunk and puking on the front steps of my building?”

- “There's a very logical explanation for this”- Derek tried to elaborate on that idea, but nothing came to his head.

- “We had a few drinks”- Reid whispered and sighed, after everything he had eaten and drank had left his stomach.

- “Did you know alcohol is essentially a toxin, and so it can easily upset your stomach and cause you to vomit, particularly if you consume too much?”

Of course, being drunk didn't stop Spencer from being himself. After all, he didn't know how to be anybody else.

- “And now I'm taking him home”- Derek wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulder and looked around, trying to find a cab.

- “But what are you guys doing here?”- (Y/N) wasn't getting what was going on, and she was honestly concerned Spencer was intoxicated. She knew he lived alone, no one was going to take care of him.

- “Honey, do you wanna come inside?”

- “Yes, yes, I do”- Reid didn't hesitate- “We should go inside”

- “No, you are drunk, you are going to your house”- Derek didn't let Spencer move, knowing he was too drunk to have a coherent conversation with (Y/N), and making his best to prevent him from making a huge mistake. 

Morgan knew she was in love with him, but he didn't want him to talk to her under the influence, he knew it was something Spencer was going to regret in the morning.

- “Are you sure you don't wanna let him stay here?”- the girl asked and bit her lip, worried- “He can stay on my couch...”

- “He's gonna be ok, I'll take care of him”- Morgan smiled at (Y/N) and nodded- “It's my fault he is like this, I'm not gonna let you clean this mess.”

Her lips curled into a short smile. She looked at her best friend wasted, puke on his pants and shoes. His hair was a mess - a mess she wanted to run her fingers through, even when he was intoxicated - and his brow eyes were glassy. Even drunk he was gorgeous.

- “I'll call you tomorrow, ok?”- she whispered and Spencer nodded- “And I'll see you at work... I'll bring aspirins and coffee”- he kept nodding, feeling sick at the stomach again.

Derek stopped a cab and helped Reid in as (Y/N) stood at the sidewalk staring at her friends leaving.

- “What the fuck just happened?”

- “You owe me, kid”- Reid heard those words as he hugged his pillow and closed his eyes. He was on his bed, still fully dressed. He had only managed to take out his satchel and his shoes.

- “I wanted to stay over”- he murmured, making Morgan chuckle. The kid was acting like one.

- “Believe me, you'll thank me in the morning”

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Heatwave x female s/o?

Funny enough it's a certain someone's birthday today! Let's give a bitch one of her faves ;)

(Warning; SUPER long)

"Kade, hurry it up."

"Don't rush me, I'm almost done!"

Kade huffed. They had agreed that once a week, Kade was supposed to wash his alt mode. He had an especially muddy rescue today, Heatwave was always huffy after a mess, but today, he was especially finicky. It was why Kade was sitting there, buffing in the fresh coat of wax that Heatwave demanded he have on. He pulled away, and after seeing it was done, lightly patted his hood.

"Alright pretty boy, you're done. Imma go and eat a sandwich."

"Didn't we stop at a drive thru before we got here?"

"You whining makes me hungry."

Heatwave scoffed. He waited until Kade got into the house, before he helped himself out of the driveway, and pulling into the road. Just had to do one thing first, in case they came looking for him.

"Chase, you copy?"

"Yes, Heatwave, I copy."

"Good. I'm handling your patrol shift."

"But Kade isn't-"

"No one knows that. Look, I just need to let out some steam, Chase. You know how Kade is."

"...understandable. Keep me updated."

"Will do."

He hung up the call, sighing in relief. Good, they bought it. He made a left towards the beach, before he came to a halt, just before he made it to the parking lot. There she was. The reason why he wanted to look like a goddamn sports car today.

Brown hair that fell to her shoulders, fair skin, jewelry that dangled, and she was as glittery and stunning as a fallen star. He pulled up right in front of her, giving her just a small honk to get her attention. Her eyes lit up right when she saw him.

"Hey! I was just about to text you!"

He pulled down the window, giving the illusion that she was talking to someone inside.

"Sorry. Had to keep the hood looking nice for you. Like what you did with your hair."

She had gotten bored waiting for him, and had stuffed her hair full of little flowers. Alongside the glitter- this girl was far from boring.

"Thank you! I got you one too. Assuming you're gonna let me in?"

"Course, scoot into the driver's seat."

He opened his door, letting her hop into the driver's seat. She placed a little flower on the dashboard, before she buckled herself in.

"Sooo I take it this is the tour you promised me?"

She was from off island, so she was a little lost around here. He pulled out of the lot, and went back onto the road.

"Yeah, I'll show you around. You still got a week on the island, right?"

"Yep! I'm liking the sights so far. And the locals are definitely nice, and not just on the eyes."

Based on the way she strummed her fingers across his dashboard, she wasn't talking about the humans. He turned to the left, trying to remember to put on his blinker as he did so. She was, something.

"Well, we try to have some hospitality. Especially for tourists who just run into any ol' vehicle."

She huffed, arms folded across her chest.

"The door was open, and I've always wanted to see the inside of a fire truck."

Heatwave chuckled. What a story that was.

"Kade! Close the-and he's gone."

Heatwave groaned. Whenever he saw Hailey, that idiot always forgot the rules of the ride; shut the door when you get out. It was like coming into a closed room, and leaving without shutting it. Just plain annoying. He was about to shut the door, when there was a sudden weight in his driver's seat. He adjusted his rear view mirror. A girl. Tourist, given that he'd never seen her before.

"Cool! A real firetruck! I've always wanted to see one on the inside!"

Not a carjacker, thankfully. Just someone who was curious. He turned on his screen on the inside, and put on his best robot voice.

"Step away, citizen, this is official-"

He stopped once she tapped the screen, right at his nose. She looked fascinated by him, as if this is the first time she'd ever see technology.

"Woah! They have a computer in this thing- that's new! I'll only sit here, just for a second! I've been waiting for a friend."

She sat down in his seat, facing the outside and starting to mess with her phone. He was about to lay on the horn, when she sighed under her breath.

"Come on...I've been waiting two hours, guys."

She got ditched. He wasn't nuts about someone who literally just helped herself to his interior, but Heatwave wasn't sparkless. Not seeing Kade in the distance, he sighed.

"Input address."

"Hmm?"

She looked at the map he put on the screen. She hesitated for a second, biting her lip in thought.

"Uhm...I dunno where it is exactly. Its the uh, the hotels nearby, I think?"

Heatwave knew what she meant. He put the address on the screen, and turned on the light that signaled for a seatbelt. She looked around, as if she was doing something bad, before she grinned, and (finally) shutting his door, then put on her seatbelt. He tried to be quick about this (Kade was SUCH a whiner if he couldn't find Heatwave in the same spot he left him at), despite the fact that traffic was fairly heavy.

"That's so cool, you can drive yourself! Oh you are SO cool! I wonder where's the sirens on this thing?"

Heatwave shouldn't. Those were for emergencies. But traffic wasn't letting up, Kade would call and nag at him for leaving, and...well. She looked like she could use a pick me up. He let the button flash for her, and right when she pressed it, the sirens started to blare. She jumped in the seat, giddy as a sparkling.

"Oh thats so cool!"

Heatwave WAS pretty cool, when he really thought about it. She geeked out well until they reached the empty looking parking lot, then he put it in park.

"Please unfasten your seatbelts, and exit the- ow, the scrap is that?"

She stared at the face on the screen as she started to get out.

"What's...what?"

"There's something on the seats, it's...ITCHY."

She looked around at her seat. Glitter. She gave an embarrassed smile, before shrugging.

"I'm sorry, I got glitter on you. It's kinda my signature thing- wait. Is that...pre-recorded?"

Oh no. He tried to focus on the voice, rather than the itchiness.

"It's nothing to be concerned about-"

He sighed in relief when she dug her hand into his seat, easing that itch. She pulled away quickly, and he knew that face of shock.

"Oh my god. You're not...just a robot. Oh my GOD-"

"Shhhh!"

He pulled his shades back up, realizing it was too late to keep up the robo act.

"Look, okay, I'm not just a truck. But you NEED to keep it a secret. Do you understand?"

She stared at him for a second, trying to take it all in. She slowly started to form her words, taking a step back.

"Uh...are you gonna take over the world or something?"

"If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here with glitter on my seat."

She clearly had a million and one questions, everyone did, but he didn't have time to answer. He cut her off before he could speak.

"I just need to know if you can keep a secret."

"...i can. Especially since you helped me. I won't tell anyone, promise."

"Good. Now, I gotta hurry back, you stay safe. And uh- stop sitting in random trucks. Its kinda rude."

He shut his door, about to take off, when she gripped onto the door handle. He stopped, watched her as she scribbled on a napkin, before tucking it in his windshield wipers.

"In case you need me to say a proper sorry."

With that, she turned, and walked inside. He looked wround, and after making sure no one could see him, transformed, and looked at the napkin. A string of numbers that didn't make any sense.

Weird little human.

"Funny how after that you just couldn’t leave me alone, huh Heats?"

"I'm a rescue bot. Helping people is what I do. By the way, I'm STILL not over the glitter."

"You just mad because I'm cute."

She WAS cute, he'd give her that. He pulled up to a drive thru (the one Kade always went to), chuckling.

"Just order something, I don't want you hungry for where we're going."

"Oh sure, I got some spare cash-"

"No. I said I was going to treat you, and I meant it. There's a wallet in the glove box, use the cash."

She took it out, raising a brow.

"Who's 'Kade'?"

"Friend of mine. He owed me the money, so don't sweat it."

Well. He SORT of did, for dealing with him on a daily basis. After ordering fries, a shake, and nuggets, they were off. She raised a brow as she took a sip of her drink.

"Where ARE we going anyway?"

"Wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?"

"Can I at least get a hint? Please?"

"Okay, okay. One hint. It's got more flowers."

She thought about it for a second, and he wanted to laugh. She had such a cute scowl when she was in deep thought. Wasn't even looking out the window to see where that they had in fact, stopped by now.

"Is it...a flower shop?"

"No, but good idea for next time. Look outside."

She looked outside, and he felt her cute little feet stomp on by his pedals in excitement.

"No way!! Let me out, I wanna see I wanna see!"

"Hold your turbo horses!"

He tried to make it sound like it was scolding, but the laughter betrayed him. He unlocked the door, and like a fresh sparkpubby, she bolted. He had found this spot, full of flowers, and secluded from most of the usual hiking trails. Someplace they could really, and honestly be alone.

"It's SO pretty here! Why aren't there more people here?"

He watched her use her phone to take plenty pictures, and in a way, it was sweet, knowing she HAD to remember this place.

"No one really knows. Small island, lots of mysteries. You grabbed the blanket right?"

She stopped, before taking off her backpack and nodded. It was more of a tarp, given the size, but she did bring it. She set laid it out, and after getting her food, she sat down on her knees, giddy as hell.

"So. Am I finally gonna see the real Heatwave? Mr 'rescue bot leader'?"

They had been texting a lot since they first met, she knew damn well that stuff like that made him feel a bit frazzled. She really saw him as this incredible being. If only he knew he saw her the same way. He took a deep breath, just as he learned in yoga.

"Okay. I can show you. But you need to keep calm, okay?"

"I can do calm!"

"I love the enthusiasm, but freckles, come on."

Her said freckled face scowled as her arms folded across her chest.

"Fine. I'll be calm. Promise."

He transformed, and knelt down, trying to make himself look smaller. It didn't really work. She gawked at him, little eyes wide and mouth open.

"I...get it. It's a lot, and it's weird and confusing-"

"You did NOT tell me you were hot."

It was Heatwave's turn to be surprised. She wasn't repelled him; she was ATTRACTED to him. Oh no. Oh no, he was tracking her eyes- she was giving him a total once over, clearly trying to take him all in. He cleared his throat, tipping his hat down to cover his optics a bit. She REALLY thought he was 'hot' (which he learned meant 'attractive' and not 'on fire').

"Could uh...could the hot mech take a seat with you?"

She scooted a bit, patting the spot next to her. He was careful with the flowers, before he finally sat down. Heatwave found it difficult to make eye contact again, they both did. What do you do when a girl you REALLY liked called you 'hot'? Do you say 'you too'? Or 'thanks'? He was apparently super obvious with his feelings, she opted to get the ball rolling.

"So? Tell me about yourself! All I know is your name, and that you're a firetruck."

He finally turned to look at her. He had not much to say, but he did have a lot to LOOK at.

"I'm Heatwave, leader of the rescue bots on Griffin Rock. I come from the planet Cybertron, and I help citizens of this island anyway I can. I do rescues. I've also been in a few parades, but I don't like thinking about that. Kid's have REALLY gross hands..."

She chuckled, clearly amused. The whole time he was talking, he was super distracted. Her eyes looked like stars, her hair was soft yet wild, like the ocean, and her...mouth. Humans always looked squishy to him, but this one had such soft lips. They were glossy, and they looked so precious as she ate. The way her tongue licked the salt off of her tiny fingers-

"Heatwave!"

"Huh? What? What's wrong?"

"You were staring kinda off into space? And you're steaming!"

Oh no. He really was. He checked his HUB, and sure enough, temperatures were above normal. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

"Sorry, sorry. It uhm...happens."

"You sure you don't want me to like. Feel your forehead or something?"

He was about to say no, but the idea of her hand on his metal...well. One touch wouldn't hurt.

"If it'll make you feel better. Knock yourself out."

He lowered himself down to her level, and she pressed her little hand against his forehead. Oh she was so soft.

"Woah. You are WARM. Like a heater! Oh this is nice actually."

She put both hands on him, now at the sides of his face. Her smile was...so close to him. Her eyes were full of wonder and comfort. She felt comfortable with him. He wasn't self concious about his looks, but knowing that someone so pretty, so full of wonder, found HIM attractive- it made his processor spin.

"You...you got a lot more freckles than I thought. Don't think I could count them all."

"Sounds like quitter talk to me, Heats."

Oh the way he smiled at her. He felt joy plenty of times, but this. This was something so incredibly different.

"I don't back down from a challenge. One. Two. Three. Four. Five...six..."

He was losing track. She smelled prettier than any flower here, her breath was hitting his lips. Then, it happened. Her lips pressed against his, and his spark was absolutely thumping. He hadn't ever...kissed someone before. He never wanted to, up till now. He, as carefully as he could, even pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. It was so sweet, so soft.

Then Heatwave got carried away. He pulled her closer to him, steam hissing from his frame as his glossa kept rubbing against her lips. Her mouth was small, but he demanded entry. She was eager to give it to him, and his glossa got a taste of hers. Still sweet from the shake she just had, it was a taste he wanted more of. He held her in place, not wanting to let this feeling go. She tasted so good, she was so warm, so soft, and wet, and-

"What's wrong?"

He pulled away when he noticed it. She averted her gaze, cleaning the oral lubricant Heatwave had left around her mouth.

"What...do you mean?"

"You're warm. Really warm. And your legs are pressed together. Did I hurt you?"

"No! No, I just...uhm...okay, this is embarrassing. I uhm...forget it, it was just that kissing you and..."

He looked confused for a moment, before he gestured to her.

"If I made you uncomfortable or hurt you, I really should take a look at it. Unless you want me to take you out to see someone?"

Heatwave wasn't dumb. He just knew you shouldn't be poking around someone's bits unless you absolutely had to. She leaned back into his hand, spreading her legs apart, and giving him permission to look. He lifted her skirt up, and saw, to his surprise, that humans had a valve. Didn't have the biolights he was usee to, but still so soft, hot, and at the moment, wet. She groaned into her hand, totally embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I just. You had your tongue out and it just, uh-"

"Oh. You like my tongue?"

Heatwave decided to be bold. He lifted her up, and slowly ran his glossa alongside her folds. Oh the way her legs shook once she felt him. He pulled away, a huge smirk on his face.

"Aw, you good there, freckles? Lookin' a little shakey."

Her face was flushed, her frame shook like a helpless bolt bunny- she was precious.

"Can you just...a bit more? Please Heatwave?"

Who was he to say no to someone who damn near tasted like rainbows?(it was a saying Blades used here, he assumed he was using it right) he brought his mouth up to her again, and dove back in. Only this time, he savored her. He lapped at her little folds hungrily, glossa threatening every once a while to bury himself into her. He felt her little hands grab onto his helmet, felt her legs squirm as she whined for him.

"S-shit, Heatwave. You're...mmph!"

He looked up at her, seeing how she clamped her hand over her mouth. She was enjoying this so much, she was even trying to hump his glossa, desperate for more. With his free hand, he clicked open his spike panel, letting his hand slowly stroke his currently leaky spike.

"Keep making those noises. I like it. I REALLY like it."

She gave him what he wanted, moaning and whimpering helplessly as her fluids started to drip down his face. It felt so good, stroking his spike to the sound of her little mewls.

"W-wait, wait a second."

He pulled away, forcing himself to put his tongue back into his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"I just. Didn’t want to finish like that. You deserve something too."

He let her go as she wanted to, before he found himself laying back, watching her as she faced away from him. He twitched upon feeling her hand at his sensitive metal, then her hot breath at his tip.

"Wait, I dunno if-"

Then her mouth was at his tip. Oh the way electricity shot up his spinal ridge.

"N-never mind. That. Keep doing it. Way more of that."

Heatwave couldn't just sit there and be lazy piece of scrap metal. He lifted up her skirt, and instead of using his glossa like earlier, he started to use his servos. He sat there, holding onto her cute ass, thumb rubbing in between her folds, all while she sat there, little tongue rolling against his spike, slurping and licking at the transfluids that came from him. He watched as heat rolled from his mouth and into the open air.

Then she came. All it took was a few quick, fast circles against her folds, and she cried out against his metal, dripping from her legs, down to his just waxed body. Suffice to say, hearing her little sounds, watching her as she she tried all she could to please him-it was too much for Heatwave. He overloaded right after, hand digging into the dirt underneath him. He wanted to sit there, basking in the afterglow, when he looked up. He didn't just stain his chest, he stained her pretty shirt. He sat up with a bit of a jolt, knowing he fucked it up.

"Fucking shit- I'm sorry, I'm usually messy but that was an-"

She chuckled, shaking her head, and wiping the bits of overload from her lips.

"It's just a shirt. Really, it's fine."

Heatwave wasn't a usually a 'no it's not' kinda guy. He usually believed when people left it at that. But something about the way she wiped her face free of his overload, made him think differently.

"Why don't I take you back into town, buy you some new clothes?"

"I mean....if you're offering and all."

Heatwave chuckled. Yep. He definitely had the hots for her.

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"Kade! Heatwave is back!"

Dani called out from the kitchen. It was well into the night at this point by the time Heatwave pulled in. Kade rushed out to meet him before he made it into the garage.

"Where have you been? Chase has been trying to-"

"I kept him updated on the situation across town, so unless an emergency happened-"

"An emergency DID happen!"

Heatwave finally decided to hit the breaks and pay attention.

"What happened? Is everyone safe?"

"You drove off, and I left my wallet in your glove box- had to cancel MY date because you didn't come back."

Heatwave sighed in relief. It was stupid, sure, but at least it wasn't a real emergency.

"Alright, hop in and get it."

He opened his door, and Kade reached in to get it. Once he hopped out, Heatwave drove into the garage to explain himself to the rest of the crew. Then he heard Kade yell from behind him.

"HEATWAVE WHY IS MY WALLET EMPTY?!"

He should feel guilty. But remembering her smile? He absolutely didn't.

#asks #lemon #heatwave #self insert #hope you enjoy bitch #happy birthday!