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Get A Life! (Johnny Knoxville x Bam Margera’s Sister! Reader) [Smut]

Thank you to the anon who requested this! The one where the reader is Bam’s sister who hooks up with Steve-O will probably be after this one and I’ll try to make that one way different than this one despite having a similar concept. This takes place sometime around 2002, when the first movie was being filmed.

Description: You’re Bam’s sister, and you end up hooking up with Johnny Knoxville one night after finally meeting everyone in the Jackass crew. Bam finds out and gets pissed off right away, but you quickly call him out for being a dick.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Hooking Up/One Night Stand, Bam being a dick

Note: I’m a little tired out of writing Johnny smut, so the smut here is a little short. There’s a lot more emphasis on plot here than on the sex.

“You know, Bam, you’d think that you would have introduced me to your friends by now, seeing as how you’ve been filming a hit TV show with them for five fucking years now.” You leaned your head back against the headrest of your car seat and stared at your brother, who was currently driving down the highway going at least twenty miles over the speed limit. Bam rolled his eyes and kept his gaze on the road, clearly not understanding what the big deal was. “The show ended two years ago, dumbass. And anyway, why would I want to introduce my friends to my sister? What are they gonna get out of meeting your lame ass anyway?” You flipped him off. “Screw you, dick. You’re literally filming a movie with them right now, don’t act like you haven’t seen them since the show ended. And why wouldn’t you introduce me to them?? They’ve met Jess and our parents, why shouldn’t they meet me too?” Bam shook his head. “Jess is cool, and Ape and Phil are fun to pick on. You’re just my annoying little sister.”

You scoffed, turning to stare out the window. “We’re barely a year apart, dipshit, you act like I’m twelve.” The two of you were currently heading to the set of the movie that Bam and the Jackass crew were in the middle of filming. Bam had been working with all of them for several years at this point, and yet he’d never once introduced you to any of them, which was why you’d finally bugged him into letting you tag along for the day. You could never understand why he was so insistent on you not meeting any of them, especially since he didn’t seem to have an issue with you knowing any of his CKY friends—then again, he’d known all of them for years, so you’d basically grown up with all of them. The Jackass boys were total strangers. “I don’t know why you’re so worried about me meeting them. It’s not like they’re too cool to meet me, you’ve always described them like they’re total losers. You said Dave shits himself, and Ehren gets picked on all the time, and Steve-O does nasty stuff just for dares. The only one who sounds even remotely cool is Johnny, and you barely talk about him.”

Bam looked out the car window and mumbled to himself. “Johnny’s the one I’m worried about.” You stared at him. “Huh?” Bam shook his head and looked back at the road again. “I didn’t say anything, fuckface. Listen, they’re not the most cool guys in the world, but they’re still my friends, and I don’t need you to be embarrassing in front of them. Don’t ask them stupid questions, don’t try to get autographs for your dumb friends, and don’t try to hook up with any of them.” You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t planning on doing any of that, but if I want to then I will. I’m an adult, Bam, you’re not the boss of me.” Bam made a face, but didn’t reply, and you looked out the window again. Not once had he ever felt the need to tell you to act cool in front of his CKY friends or to tell you not to hook up with any of them, so his insistence on doing so for his Jackass friends only confused you. He acted like you were an annoying little girl and not a grown woman, like he was your parent instead of just your slightly older brother.

Bam pulled his car into the parking lot of the filming site and grumpily unbuckled his seat belt, getting out and slamming the door. You followed his lead, shaking your head at his toddler-like behavior and adjusting your outfit as he led you into the building. The two of you wandered around for a moment as Bam looked for the guys, and then you heard the sound of laughter from one of the rooms and sure enough, a large group of men were standing around one of the rooms, drinking beer and talking about god knows what. Bam grinned and pushed you inside, closing the door behind him. “Guys! Look who I brought.” All of the men stared at you, and you shuffled around awkwardly as you waited for a reaction. After a moment, a man wearing sunglasses and floppy converse shoes, who you immediately identified as Johnny Knoxville, tipped his beer at you and smiled. “You must be the famous Margera sister we’ve heard so much about!” You laughed. “That would be me! I’m sure Bam’s said some lovely things.” Johnny laughed. “No comment.”

He reached out to shake your hand, and you eagerly returned it. “I’ll say this, he certainly left out a few details about you.” You grimaced. “Did he? I’m sure I can guess which ones.” Johnny grinned at you. “Yeah, from the way he talked about you, I assumed you were at least ten years younger and at least five times less attractive, so imagine how surprised I am that you’re actually a super cute adult woman.” You looked away, trying to hide how flustered you were, and Bam made an annoyed sound from behind you. “Don’t inflate her ego, Knoxville, she’s already a spoiled brat. Stop bothering Johnny and say hi to everyone else, (Y/n).” You considered pointing out that Johnny was the one who spoke to you first, but you decided against it. Bam was impossible to argue with. You introduced yourself to everyone else, which was easy enough considering how recognizable all of their faces were. Steve-O, Chris Pontius, Dave England, Danger Ehren, Wee Man, and Preston Lacy, all men you’d seen so many times on TV before. Ryan, who you’d already known for years, merely nodded at you from the corner of the room. “Hey, (Y/n).”

You smiled. “Hey, Dunn.” The rest of the guys seemed incredibly friendly, and you were quickly accepted into their little group as if you’d always been there, everyone taking turns asking you questions about what it was like growing up with Bam. They were all nice, but you quickly found yourself being drawn to Johnny the most. He was incredibly funny and sweet, and also the hottest man you’d ever met in your entire life. Throughout the conversation, the two of you seemed to make eye contact every few minutes, and you could tell he really wanted to talk to you without having all of the other guys around. Eventually, everyone decided it was time to head outside and start filming, and they slowly poured out of the room towards the lot. You started to follow them, but Bam grabbed your arm and gave you a look. “No chance are you coming out there with us.” Your mouth fell open in protest. “What? Why did you even invite me if I can’t come outside and watch you guys?” Johnny, who had lingered by the door when everyone left, chimed in to defend you.

“Let her come out and watch, Bam, she’s not gonna hurt anything. She can handle it, can’t you (Y/n)?” You smiled, and Bam rolled his eyes and released your arm. “Fine, just don’t be fucking annoying.” He looked between you and Johnny with an unreadable expression and then slowly walked out. You watched him go, wondering what his problem was, and then turned to Johnny. “Thanks for that, he’s such an asshole sometimes for no reason. I literally haven’t done anything and yet he acts like I’m gonna burn the set down on accident.” Johnny laughed. “Aw, I think he’s just protective of you, even if he tries to act like he isn’t.” You shrugged. “Maybe. He’s such a dick about it, though. Earlier he told me I’m not allowed to hook up with any of you guys, as if that’s up to him. I hadn’t even said anything about trying to do that, so I don’t know why he brought it up in the first place.” Johnny glanced towards the door to make sure no one was there, and then he took his sunglasses off and looked at you, wiping them on his shirt to seem casual.

“Are you gonna try and do that? Hook up with any of us, I mean.” You stared at him for a second, slowly realizing what he was implying, and then your face lit up. “Oh, I mean…I might, if someone happens to ask me.” You looked up at him and smiled, hoping your intentions were clear, and a massive grin spread across his face, his shoulders relaxing as he realized you were on the same page. “Is that so? Well, I have a very strong feeling that someone is going to ask you, so try and keep your plans open for tonight. Oh! That reminds me, we’re all going to hang out at this one bar in town later, you should come with us.” You tilted your head in thought. “Hmm, that sounds fun. I don’t know if Bam would want me to tag along, though, he seems pretty annoyed with me already.” Johnny patted you on the back, walking with you towards the door. “Bam’s not in charge, sugar, you can come whether he likes it or not.” You smiled. “Yeah, that’s true. Alright, I’ll go then!” Johnny grinned and clapped his hands together. “Great! Come on sugar, let’s go on outside.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon watching the Jackass guys film stunts for the movie. The guys were all exactly as Bam had described them to you; Dave could shit on command, Ehren seemed to get picked for the worst tasks, Preston got made fun of a lot, Chris was sweet and fun loving, and Johnny was cool as fuck. The rest of the guys were all nice to you, and you tried your best to pay attention throughout the various stunts, but you found yourself staring at Johnny for nearly the entire day. He’d taken his shirt off because of the heat, and was walking around in nothing but his tight jeans and sunglasses, his body slightly shiny with sweat. You’d been instructed to stay at least a few hundred feet back so you didn’t get hurt, and every now and then, Johnny would glance back at you and flash you a grin or a wink. Bam had noticed the flirty behavior by this point, and he purposefully tried to stand in a spot that would block you and Johnny from making eye contact. You rolled your eyes at his immature behavior.

When the sun started to set, everyone started packing up to leave, and Johnny motioned you over. “We’re gonna head to that bar now if you still wanna come, sugar.” Bam shook his head. “She’s not going.” You frowned. “You don’t make the rules, Bam, I’ll go if I want to. And I do want to go, Johnny.” Bam challengingly crossed his arms and stared back at you. “I don’t think so, (Y/n). I’m your ride, and I’m not going, so you’re not going either.” Your shoulders slumped, and you turned to give Johnny a disappointed look. “Guess that’s not happening.” Johnny laughed. “Don’t be so sure about that. My car has more than one seat, sugar, I can just give you a ride to the bar.” Your face lit up. “Really? Holy shit, that would be so awesome, thank you!” Bam looked pissed, but he knew there was nothing he could say to stop you from going with Johnny, so he simply stormed off to get in his Lamborghini. You shook your head as you watched him go. “What a fucking dick.”

Johnny led you to his car, turning back to tell the rest of the guys he’d see them at the bar in a few minutes. “Like I said, I’m sure he’s just protecting you. Probably just wants to make sure you get home safely tonight. Don’t worry, I’ll drive you home as soon as you’re ready to leave, alright?” You nodded, smiling. “Thanks, Johnny.” As he drove you to the bar, he made small talk with you, mostly about you and Bam’s childhoods. “So you’ve known Ryan for a pretty long time then, right? And Dico and Raab Himself and Novak and Rake?” You nodded, smiling as you thought about how long you’d known them. “Yeah, I mean, me and Bam are so close in age that I pretty much got to tag along with him and his friends any time they went somewhere. I’ve known them for as long as Bam’s known them.” Johnny raised his eyebrows. “That’s what I figured, but I’m kinda curious to know—why aren’t you in any of the CKY videos if you hung out with them so much?”

You frowned, leaning back in your seat as you sighed. “Bam.” Johnny winced sympathetically. “He wouldn’t let you be in any of them?” You nodded. “Actually, I was there for a lot of the stunts and pranks and shit that they filmed, but Bam always edited me out of all the clips and wouldn’t let me do anything. I had to stand off to the side and watch. Dico even asked Bam to let me be in the videos a little bit cuz he thinks I’m funny, but Bam doesn’t agree. But at least he let me hang around them, I guess. With you guys he’s never even suggested letting me meet any of you. I had to literally beg him to let me come with him to set today, and he only agreed cuz I’m staying at his house for the weekend and he doesn’t wanna leave me there while he goes to work cuz he thinks I’ll mess with his stuff.” Johnny grimaced. “Yeah, I wondered why we’d never met you until now. Seemed odd that he’d let us meet his brother and his parents but not you.” You nodded, eyes widening. “I know, right!”

Johnny pulled into the parking lot of the bar, the rest of the guys pulling in around the same time, and you shook your head as you got out of the car. “I haven’t seen him act as immature as he did today since that time he thought Dico and I had a crush on each other.” Johnny chuckled. “Aw, did you?” You playfully rolled your eyes and followed him to the door of the bar. “Nah, Dico’s too weird to date. Bam just saw us laughing and talking to each other during a house party and for some reason he immediately assumed we were gonna jump each others bones or something. You should have seen him that night, I thought he was gonna rip Dico’s head off.” Johnny opened the door for you, and the two of you walked inside to sit at a table with the rest of the guys. “Damn, was he that mad?” You nodded. “Yeah, he was pretty pissed. Told Dico to keep his dirty paws off of me and then made me go home, it was incredibly embarrassing.” Johnny tried to hide his laugh, and you shot him a look. “Is my pain funny to you, Knoxville?” He grinned. “Just a little bit, sugar.”

You sat down between Johnny and Chris Pontius, watching in amazement as Steve-O drank a shot without using his hands; Chris ordered a bunch of plates of appetizers for the table, and everyone started talking about what the plans were for the next day of filming. After a moment, the focus shifted to you, and suddenly everyone was staring at you just as they had earlier. Dave spoke first. “So, now that Bam’s gone…tell us all the shit you have on him, (Y/n).” You snorted with laughter. “Shit? I hate to break it to you, but Bam’s pretty open about his issues. Trust me, there’s nothing about him that you don’t already know. Not a whole lot of depth there.” Ryan took a sip from his beer and smirked. “About time he introduced you to the group.” You nodded. “Yeah, I know, he really took his time letting me meet his friends.” Ryan shrugged. “Maybe he thought everyone would like you better and we’d all kick him out and replace him with you for the movie.” You laughed. “Maybe. I wouldn’t mind that, honestly.”

Chris nearly choked on his drink from laughing, and Dave cracked a joke about how they needed Bam because without him there wouldn’t be anyone to whine about stuff the way he did. You smiled. “Yeah, Bam’s always been a little whiny. I remember one time where I woke him up with an airhorn to get back at him for dumping the liquid out of my perfume bottle and replacing it with his piss. You would have thought I killed someone in front of him, he loves pranking people but can’t handle it when they retaliate.” Chris made a face and spit the sip of beer he’d just taken back into the bottle. “He replaced your perfume with piss? He’s lucky all you did was use an airhorn on him, I would have pissed on his face while he was asleep or something.” You shook your head. “He would have flipped his shit. I would have woken up the next morning with my hair completely chopped off and a mustache tattooed on my face.” Ehren started going off on a tangent about a time where someone had shaved off some of his hair when he was turned around, and you took the opportunity to start up another conversation with Johnny.

“How’s your beer? You’re not ready to go home yet, are you?” Johnny grinned and shook his head as he sipped from his beer bottle. “Nah, not yet. Are you?” You shook your head. “No way. I’m sure Bam’s sitting at his house right now waiting for me to come home so he can yell at me for going with you guys.” Johnny gave you a sympathetic look and offered you his beer. “Well in that case, I guess we better keep you away from home as long as possible.” You nodded. “Definitely. If you want to go anywhere else after this, I’m totally down.” Johnny thought about it, pushing his sunglasses up onto the top of his head. “We could always go back to my place and order a pizza, I’ve got some good movies on DVD.” You smiled. “That sounds fun. I don’t wanna hurt the other guys feelings by just ditching them, though.” Johnny shrugged. “They’re too drunk to care, believe me. Preston and Dave are probably gonna start arm wrestling here in a minute, so I say we get out now before that happens.” He stood up, and you followed his lead, picking up your purse.

You said goodbye to the other guys, who were definitely too out of it to fully comprehend that you and Johnny were leaving together—all of them except Ryan, who gave you a suggestive look and a thumbs up. You playfully rolled your eyes and followed Johnny out the door to his car, immediately turning the radio on when you got in. “Man, this station sucks. You got any CDs?” He leaned over and tapped the glove box as he backed out of the parking lot. “I’ve got some really good ones in here.” You shuffled through them, selecting a Ramones album and popping it into the CD player, and Johnny smiled. “Good choice.” He turned it up, and the two of you sat in comfortable silence for most of the drive as the album played. After about twenty minutes, Johnny turned it down just a little bit to talk to you. “Should we tell Bam you’re going to my house for a little bit?” You shook your head, making face. “He’s not my babysitter, he’ll be fine. I’ll tell him after you drop me off at home tonight.”

Johnny nodded, pulling into the driveway of his house. The two of you walked up to his front door, and he opened it for you, gesturing inside with a goofy grin on his face. “Nice place! I was kind of expecting you to have one of those overkill rich people mansions with obnoxious fountains in the driveway, but this is pretty normal.” Johnny chuckled, tossing his keys aside and taking off his coat. “Glad you like it. I’d rather not blow all my Jackass money on a fountain for the driveway, but maybe you can get me one as a birthday gift.” You laughed, setting your stuff down and sitting down on the couch. “Yeah, right, totally. Maybe I’ll get you a solid gold toilet seat, too.” Johnny grinned and flopped down beside you, reaching over to grab the TV remote and lazily flipping through the channels on the TV. “How generous of you, sugar.” He leaned over, picking up a stack of DVDs from the coffee table. “I’ve got a few good movies, pick whichever one you want.”

You glanced at them, not particularly interested in picking a good movie (you were more interested in seeing if Johnny was gonna make a move on you), so you pointed at the first one that looked decent. Luckily, Johnny seemed pleased with your pick, and he popped it into the DVD player and sat back down beside you, keeping a little space between the two of you so as to not seem too eager. You were able to pay attention for a little bit, but eventually you found yourself looking over at Johnny every few seconds, just to stare at his face. He was concentrated on the movie, his lips slightly parted and his head tilted back against the couch. He glanced over at you, raising his eyebrows when he realized you weren’t paying attention to the movie. “Not in much of a movie mood, are you?” You smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I’m not trying to distract you from the movie.” Johnny laughed. “Don’t apologize, you’re way more interesting than a movie. Here, we can just talk for a while and maybe I’ll order a pizza.”

He muted the TV and moved a little closer to you, leaning his head against his fist and smiling at you. “So, do you actually watch Jackass? Or is it uncool cuz your brother’s in it? I don’t know how I’d feel if my brother was on a famous TV show.” You smiled. “I’ve seen it. Bam’s a dick, but the rest of the CKY guys are cool and I knew they were in most of the episodes, so I watched it. Also Bam wouldn’t shut up about how cool you and the others were, so I figured I’d see if that was true or not.” Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Was it?” You grinned. “For a few of you.” Johnny leaned closer, a smirk playing on his lips. “Anyone in particular?” You didn’t respond, your eyes locked on his lips; there was barely a couple inches of space between the two of you at this point, and you closed the gap, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss that quickly turned into a rougher, more passionate kiss as he pulled you into his lap.

You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as he could get as his hands grabbed hungrily at your ass and thighs. When he pulled away for air, you leaned your forehead against his, breathing heavily as you thought over what you were about to do. “You meant what you said earlier, right? You might hook up with one of us if someone asks you to?” You nodded eagerly, rubbing your hands up his back reassuringly. “Absolutely.” Johnny smiled, leaning forward again. “In that case, let me be the one to ask. Will you hook up with me tonight, (Y/n)?” You rolled your eyes playfully and cupped his face. “Of course I will, Johnny.” You smashed your lips against his again, grabbing handfuls of his shirt to steady yourself as you pressed yourself up against him. You could feel his cock starting to harden in his tight jeans, and you gently rubbed your knee against his crotch, smiling against his lips when you heard him stifle a moan.

You fumbled around for the button of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them and then pulling away from the kiss long enough to help him pull them halfway down his long, lanky legs. You grabbed at his bulge through his boxers, feeling his hips move up slightly at the contact, and you smiled. “Let’s get these off.” You gently pulled his boxers down, his cock springing up hard and red against his flat tummy. It wasn’t incredibly long or anything like that, but it had a nice girth and was nice to look at; you ran your thumb over his slit, and he groaned softly, gently pushing your hand away as he leaned in to kiss you again. “Don’t focus too much on it yet, sugar, I don’t wanna cum before I get to feel your tight, wet little pussy around my cock.” He helped you pull your jeans and your panties off, pulling you into his lap again and keeping his left hand steady on the small of your back as his right hand gently teased your entrance with the tip of his middle finger.

He pushed his finger inside you, rubbing circles over your clit, and you moaned softly. “Come on, Johnny, fuck me already.” He clicked his tongue in fake disappointment. “So demanding, jeez. Come here, princess, let’s get that shirt off before I do anything else.” He helped you pull your shirt and bra off, gently squeezing your breasts and rubbing his fingers over your nipples, and then he motioned for you to move closer, holding his cock steady with his hand wrapped around the base as he pressed his other hand against the small of your back, helping lower yourself onto his cock. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, and you rubbed your pussy against it teasingly, trying to goad him into fucking you faster. It worked; Johnny grabbed your hips and slowly pushed you down on his cock, groaning softly as you sank down on his shaft. He grabbed at your ass and thighs again, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to kiss you.

He roughly kissed back, pulling you up on his cock by your hips again and then quickly pushing you back down on it. You clenched up around him, fingernails scratching lightly down his back as the tip of his cock pressed against your g-spot. Johnny pressed his face into the curve of your neck, kissing the underside of your jaw as he thrust his hips against yours. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, sweetie, keep tightening up like that and I’m gonna cum soon.” He moved his left hand down to finger you, rubbing circles over your clit again in order to get you closer to orgasm. You moaned softly at the contact, throwing your head back as you continued sliding off and on his cock. “Fuck, Johnny, I’m close.” He nodded, leaning his face against your neck again and gently biting down. “Cum for me, sugar, I wanna feel you cumming all over my cock.” He rubbed against your g-spot one more time, and you came, digging your nails into his back as you rode out your orgasm. Johnny came right after, pulling you flush up against his body as he shot his load inside you, kissing the nape of your neck.

The two of you laid there for a moment on the couch, Johnny gently cupping the back of your head and stroking your hair as you laid your head on his chest. The sounds of his soft breathing were enough to make your eyelids droop from exhaustion, and Johnny rubbed your back with his free hand. “Tired?” You nodded. “Me too. I can still drive you back to Bam’s house for the night, if you want.” You laughed tiredly. “Talk about a pump and dump.” A panicked look spread across his face, and he looked down at you. “I wasn’t trying to get you out of the house, if anything I’d rather you sleep here for the night, I just didn’t want you to think I was forcing you to stay here–” You pressed your finger against his lips to shush him. “I was joking, baby, I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I’d rather not go home tonight, Bam will interrogate me for hours and I’m too tired to deal with that right now. I’ll sleep on the couch if you want me to.” Johnny scoffed. “The couch? What kind of dirtbag do you think I am?”

He gently pulled you off of him and got off the couch, walking off to the bathroom to get a towel. When he came back, he helped clean you off, and then he scooped you up in his arms, laughing at your shocked look. “My clothes are still on your living room floor, Johnny.” Johnny shrugged. “You can get them tomorrow. I’ve got some boxers and a t shirt you can wear for the night, unless you’d like to sleep naked. I won’t complain either way.” He walked into his bedroom, using his elbow to close the door behind him and then carefully setting you down on his bed. You crawled under the covers, settling in and smiling when he lifted up the comforter and laid down beside you. He immediately pulled you into his arms, cuddling you against him to feel your body heat, and you laid your head on his chest. “This was nice.” Johnny kissed your forehead. “It was. Bam’s a selfish bastard for not introducing us to you sooner.” You grimaced. “He won’t be happy.”

Johnny looked at you. “About what?” You shot him a look, gesturing to the fact that the two of you were naked and cuddling. “This. Even if we don’t tell him we fucked, the fact that I’m staying the night will tick him off.” You gasped. “Oh shit, we should probably tell him I’m here so he doesn’t think something happened.” Johnny nodded, looking slightly worried. “That’s a good idea, hold on.” He got up, walking out the bedroom door to presumably go downstairs. He came back about five minutes later, looking much more worried but also a little amused. “Bam’s a little pissed.” You sat up. “You didn’t tell him we fucked, did you?” Johnny laughed, shaking his head. “No, sugar, I care about my safety too much to risk telling him that, he’d kill me. I just told him we stayed out late and you’re staying here for the night. I told him I took the couch and you’re in my bed for the night. He’s mad that we stayed out late, but he doesn’t seem suspicious.”

You nodded, relaxing against the pillows. “Yeah, he’s like that. I’m sure I’ll get an earful tomorrow about how irresponsible I am, but at least he’s not threatening to come down here and get me or anything like that.” Johnny crawled back into bed, pulling you into his arms again, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy again. “Man, I’m sleepy.” Johnny yawned. “Same here, sugar. Your pussy’s so good it practically knocked me out.” You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Weirdo.” He kissed the top of your head again, and you closed your eyes. “Night, Johnny.” He turned his lamp off. “Night, (Y/n).” You fell asleep; it was just about the best sleep of your life, and when you woke up the next morning, Johnny was still holding you against his chest, a peaceful look on his face as he slept. You watched him sleep, feeling a sense of warmth in your chest. He sure was pretty, one night stand or not. You laid there for another moment, soaking in the moment, and then his eyes fluttered open, and he smiled at you. “Morning, sugar.”

His morning voice was a little deeper than usual, and it made you swoon internally. “Morning.” He leaned over to kiss you, and then you both sat up. He looked slightly disappointed. “I guess I’ll have to take you back to Bam’s house now.” You sighed and pushed the covers back, shivering as the cold air hit your naked body. “Yeah, I guess so. Man, it was nice to not have to hear him bitch and moan and complain for a bit.” You leaned against Johnny’s shoulder, and he rubbed your back, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “Promise you’ll call me even after you leave? It doesn’t have to be often, just enough that we keep in touch. And you’ll tell me if you move down here?” You were a little surprised that he actually wanted to keep in touch, but you nodded happily. “Of course I will, you’re the coolest guy I’ve ever met.” He smiled at the compliment, and then he begrudgingly pulled himself up out of the bed.

“Let me get some clothes on and we’ll head back down.” He lazily threw on a t shirt and some jeans and then slipped on his tennis shoes and helped you up from the bed, grinning at your bare breasts. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile. “Don’t make it so obvious that you’re staring.” Johnny fished around in his closet and pulled out a comfortable looking t shirt with the Ramones logo on it and a pair of clean boxers, handing them to you. “Here, you can keep these so you don’t have to wear your shirt and panties from yesterday.” You smiled appreciatively. “Wow, really? Thank you, Johnny, that’s so sweet.” You threw the shirt on, figuring you’d skip the bra, and stepped into the boxers, and then you followed him downstairs, putting on your jeans from the day before and scooping up your shirt and bra. You followed Johnny out to his car, grinning when he dramatically opened the car door for you like a chauffeur, and immediately turned on the radio.

The Ramones CD from the previous night was still playing, and you smiled. As he drove you home, Johnny asked you more questions, mainly about what Bam was like as a kid. “So when did he start beating Phil up for fun?” You shook your head in disapproval. “He’s so fucking mean to our dad for no reason, and it honestly kinda started out of nowhere. He’s got this weird vendetta against fat people, so of course that’s his excuse for it. I’d like to punch his teeth in one good time to teach him a lesson, but our mom says I need to be the bigger person and ignore him.” Johnny laughed. “Good old Ape. You seem pretty close with your parents, they both talk about you a lot whenever I see them. They’re very proud of you.” You smiled, looking out the window. “Good to hear I’m not the disappointment of the family.” Johnny raised his eyebrows, grinning as he leaned his head back against the seat. “Beautiful, funny, smart, good taste in music…how could you ever be the disappointment of any family?”

You laughed. “Aw, shut up. You know, I’m starting to think you’re actually being genuine and not just saying nice things to get into my pants. I mean, you already got into my pants, so I guess there’d be no reason for you to keep being nice if that was the goal.” Johnny looked at you seriously. “If I just wanted to get into your pants, you wouldn’t be wearing that Ramones shirt. That’s my favorite shirt, so me giving it to you is a big deal.” You looked down at the shirt, pinching the soft material between your fingers and smiling. “I’ll remember that.” As you neared Bam’s house, you felt a pit of nervousness in your stomach. You knew Bam would want to know why you ended up sleeping at Johnny’s house. Johnny telling him that you stayed out late wouldn’t be enough of an explanation for him. He’d want details. “Would you be mad if he found out?” Johnny looked over at you. “That we slept together? No, but I don’t want him to get mad at you because of it.”

You pursed your lips and stared up at the ceiling of the car. “I’m sure he will, but I don’t know what else to do. I spent the night at your house. You’re hot, he knows I think you’re hot, and he saw us flirting yesterday. I think he’ll figure it out pretty quick, especially since I’m wearing one of your shirts and a pair of your underwear now.” Johnny winced. “I didn’t even think about that, I’m sorry.” You smiled. “Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault Bam’s an overprotective dick. I just don’t know how much longer I can deal with all of his mean overprotective bullshit before I snap.” Johnny pulled into the driveway of the place Bam had been staying at throughout filming, and you immediately noticed Bam standing on the porch with his arms crossed, looking more pissed off than usual. You groaned. “Great, he’s been waiting for me like an angry mom waiting for her teenager to get home from a fucking party.”

Johnny got out of the car, grinning at Bam like he had no clue that Bam was mad. “Hey, Bam Bam! You should have come with us last night, it was a great time.” Bam didn’t respond, looking past Johnny to make eye contact with you through the windshield of Johnny’s car. “Get out of the car, (Y/n), we need to talk.” You rolled your eyes, slowly getting out of the car and making your way up the driveway towards Bam. “What’s your deal, Bam? Johnny called you last night and told you what was going on, there’s no reason for you to be so pissed off.” Bam shot you a look. “No reason? No fucking reason? What the fuck were you two doing that made you stay out so late last night?” You made a face. “Why do you need to know? We’re grown adults, Bam, we don’t need to tell you what we’re doing. We hung out at his house and watched a movie, okay? Why do you give a shit?” Bam shook his head, acting like you were an absolute moron for not understanding.

“Because you’re my fucking sister, (Y/n), and you’re staying in my house. Ape and Phil would fucking freak out on me if you went somewhere and didn’t tell me and something bad ended up happening. Hell, they’d probably freak out right now if they knew you stayed at fucking Johnny Knoxville’s house for an entire night after going to a bar.” He glanced down at the shirt you were wearing, and his eyes widened. “Are you wearing one of his shirts?” You flashed Johnny a nervous look, and he shrugged apologetically. “Yeah, so? He gave it to me so I wouldn’t have to wear my shirt from yesterday, it’s not a huge deal.” Bam didn’t respond; he was too busy staring Johnny down with the worst death glare you’d ever seen from him. “Knoxville, I swear to god, if you actually fucked my sister, I’m gonna–” You slapped him across the face, cutting him off before he could continue his supposed threat.

Bam stared at you, obviously shocked, but you were too angry to feel bad. “I am so fucking sick of this, Bam. I’m sick of you being a dick, and I’m sick of you bossing me around, and I am so, so sick of you trying to act like you get any say in my personal life. You got pissed off at Dico just for talking to me, you acted like it was a crime for me to want to meet the Jackass guys, and now you’re flipping out at me for spending the night with Johnny? What do you want me to say? Yes, Johnny and I hooked up. Yes, I’m wearing his shirt. Yes, I spent the night at his house. What are you gonna do now? Beat him up? Yell at me? Tell our parents on me so they can ground me? I’m a grown fucking woman, Bam, I’ll do whatever the hell I want. Do you want me to just never speak to you again? To just fly back to my house and never call you or come visit you again? If that’s your goal, then you’ve succeeded. I’ll fly home early. I’m not gonna sit here and get lectured by my fucking brother for something this ridiculous.”

You turned away from your stunned brother and grabbed Johnny’s hand, leading him along behind you as you stormed into Bam’s house and up to the room you’d been staying in. You threw your stuff down on the bed, still fuming, and looked up to see Johnny staring at you with a look of awe. “What?” He grinned. “Sugar, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” A small smile played at the corners of your lips, and you shrugged. “I can be pretty badass when I want to be.” He nodded, leaning over to kiss you on the forehead. “Yes, you certainly can. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone put Bam in his place like that before, he looked like he was gonna shit his pants.” You picked up your suitcase from the floor and plopped it onto the bed, picking up your clothes from the floor and stuffing them in the suitcase, and Johnny’s grin faded. “Are you really gonna leave early, sweetie?” You sighed, putting your head in your hands and shaking your head.

“I don’t know. I really don’t want to. I had a great time with you and the guys last night, I wanted to get a few more nights like that before I had to go back home. But I can’t stay here with Bam and listen to his bitching anymore. I’ve put up with him being a dick for way too long, I’m not gonna do it anymore.” Johnny nodded understandingly, helping you pack your stuff. “I get it. What if you didn’t have to stay with Bam?” You frowned, looking up at him. “I’m not gonna pay for a hotel room, Johnny, that’s just impractical.” Johnny laughed, patting you on the back. “I’m not talking about a hotel room, sugar, I’m talking about my place. You could come stay with me for the next few nights until it’s time for you to go home.” Your eyes widened, and you dropped the shirt you’d been holding. “Do you actually mean that?” Johnny nodded, pulling you in for a hug. “Of course I do. Last night was incredible. Not just the sex, I mean spending time with you and getting to fall asleep with you. I like being around you, sugar, you’re always welcome in my house.”

You buried your face in his neck, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. “Johnny, that’s so fucking sweet, thank you so much. You have no idea how grateful I am.” The two of you stood there for a moment, appreciating the warmth of the hug, and then Johnny looked towards the doorway and stiffened. “Hey, Bam.” You instantly pulled away from Johnny and whipped around to face Bam, who was standing in the doorway, his left cheek still red from your slap. He didn’t look angry anymore, just slightly upset. “You’re gonna go stay with Johnny?” You crossed your arms defensively. “Better than here.” Johnny looked between the two of you, clearly not sure what to do, and he picked up your suitcase and nodded at you. “I’m gonna go put your stuff in my car, sugar, I’ll be back up in a minute.” You nodded once, eyes still on your brother, and Johnny quickly left.

“You don’t have to go stay with him.” You rolled your eyes. “I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t freak out on me, Bam. I can’t handle this overly protective bullshit from you anymore. I didn’t need it back in high school, and I certainly don’t need it now.” Bam stood there for a moment, uncharacteristically quiet, and then he spoke again. “I wasn’t trying to make you mad, (Y/n), I just freaked out because my little sister went to a bar and spent the night with one of my coworkers and I had no clue what the two of you did all night, that’s all.” You shook your head in disbelief. “Bam, that’s the issue right there. Why does it matter what me and Johnny did last night? You knew where I was, you knew I was safe, that should have been all that mattered. It’s not your job to know what I’m doing all the time.” Bam awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, stepping farther into the room. “I know, I know.”

“If you know, then why do you keep freaking out on me for not telling you what I’m doing? Why does it matter to you if I flirt with any of your guy friends? I don’t understand your obsession with keeping me from having any sort of interaction with your friends, you didn’t even want me to meet any of the Jackass guys until I literally begged you to. I guarantee you if Dico and Raab and Ryan hadn’t become friends with you until later on, you probably wouldn’t have let me talk to them, either. Hell, Dico’s just as much my friend as he is yours and you still got pissed at him just for talking to me at that party a few years ago.” Bam looked away guiltily. “I told Dico I was sorry about that.” You shot him a look. “That doesn’t change the fact that you still yelled at him! Bam, what happened for you to get so fucking protective of me? I don’t understand you, you treat me like shit but still expect me to tell you everything anyway.” Bam looked down at the floor, and you scoffed. “That’s what I thought.”

You started to go, but Bam stopped you. “Do you remember those guys we used to hang out with in high school? Not Dico and Raab and Dunn, the other ones?” You frowned, nodding. He was talking about a group of guys that you and him had briefly befriended for the first couple of years of high school, who Bam had suddenly stopped inviting over sometime in tenth grade. “They’re the reason I’m so protective.” You knit your eyebrows in confusion. “What the fuck do those guys have to do with anything?” Bam leaned back against the doorway, shaking his head. “There was one night where I was hanging out with them while you were gone, and one of them mentioned that he thought you were cute. The rest of them started talking about it too, and then one of them said that he’d fuck you if he could, and then he said a lot of really bad shit that I don’t even want to repeat. I kicked them all out right then and there. I guess after that, I just got kind of worried that the rest of the guys we were hanging out with felt the same way, and it made me nervous.”

You stared at him in silence, taking in what he’d just admitted to you. It had never occurred to you to ask Bam why those guys never seemed to come around anymore, and you never would have guessed that Bam had stood up to them on your behalf, or that it had anything to do with Bam being so protective. “Obviously Dico would never say or do anything like that, and I know that now, but at the time I wasn’t so sure, and I didn’t want to risk it, so I flipped out a little bit. And with the Jackass guys, it just seemed even more likely that something bad would happen. I mean, they’re all famous, they’re all fucking wild, it just seemed obvious that something was gonna happen. And I guess something did.” He glanced down at the shirt Johnny had given you again, and you softened up a little bit. “Bam…” Bam shook his head again. “Look, if you want to go stay with Johnny, it’s fine. I’m not gonna act like I didn’t do anything wrong, I just wanted you to know why.”

He started to go, and you grabbed his arm. “Bam.” He looked at you, and you sighed. “Thank you for standing up to those guys for me. I didn’t know you did that. And I’m sorry you felt like you had to be protective of me with your friends. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’ve gone a little too far with it. You can care about my well-being without getting pissed off at me and yelling at me and trying to control everything I do. You could have just told me all of this before, it would have made things a lot easier. I’d be a lot more willing to call you and tell you things if you were nice about it.” Bam nodded, looking down at the floor like a scolded child. “I know.” He looked like he was waiting for you to continue yelling, and you felt a little pity for him. He was a dick, but he seemed genuinely worried for your safety, more so than you had previously thought. After a moment, you leaned over and pulled him in for an impromptu hug, which he accepted with equal parts confusion and reluctance. “It’s okay, Bam.”

That was all you needed to say. He knew what you meant. You knew he wasn’t going to outright apologize for his behavior, but Bam had never apologized for anything in his life, so that was no shock. If anything, him saying “I know” was basically as close to an apology as you could get with Bam. You awkwardly patted him on the back and quickly pulled away—sibling hugs were the worst kind. “That was adorable.” Johnny grinned at you from the doorway, where he’d presumably been watching for the last few moments now. Bam rolled his eyes, face going red, and you laughed. “Shut up, Johnny, you’re embarrassing him. Go back to the car, I’ll be there in a minute.” Johnny nodded, walking away, and Bam looked at you in disappointment. “You’re still going with Johnny?” You nodded. “For a few nights, at least. I appreciate you telling me everything, Bam, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’ve still been flipping out on me for years now. I need some time to myself, okay? But I’ll see you tomorrow at the Jackass set, and I’ll call you tonight and let you know what Johnny and I are doing. Deal?”

Bam nodded. “Deal. Don’t hug me again.” You smirked. “Aw, don’t act like you didn’t appreciate the hug. You’re lucky our mom wasn’t here, she’d have a field day taking pictures of us hugging.” Bam laughed, shaking his head. “Ape and her stupid fucking Polaroid camera. I’ll let her know you’re with Johnny, she’ll freak out.” You grimaced. “In a good way or a bad way?” Bam raised his eyebrows. “A good way. She’s obsessed with Johnny, it’s actually kind of weird. Just a heads up, don’t be shocked if she calls you later to tell you about how cute you and Johnny’s kids would be.” Your eyes widened in horror. “Oh god, I’ve created a monster.” Bam laughed, walking you to the front door. “Listen, Bam, I’m glad we talked this out, but I need you to understand something. Your intentions may have been good here, but that doesn’t mean it was okay for you to freak out at me and Johnny. You need to learn to communicate without getting angry at people and yelling at them over stuff.”

Bam nodded apologetically. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” You raised your eyebrows. “I mean it, Bam. Not just with me, either. You’re a total dick to our parents sometimes. That needs to stop. They’re nice people, you don’t need to torment them constantly just for content. Be nicer to them.” Bam looked like he was gonna protest, and you shot him a look. “I’m serious, Bam. You prank people constantly and then get upset when you get a taste of your own medicine. You need to learn when you’ve crossed the line.” Bam didn’t respond, but you could tell he was listening, and that was enough for you. “You’re a good brother, Bam, and a decent guy, even if you act like a dick sometimes. I love you, okay? You’re an asshole and I hate your guts sometimes, but still. I do love you. Give Ape and Phil the number to Johnny’s house so they can call me, okay?” Bam nodded, and you started to leave, but then you stopped again. “Can I ask you something?” Bam looked up. “What?” You smirked. “Do you think Johnny and I would actually have cute kids?”

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azurethevampire · 1 year

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Bigger on the Inside Out

Request: Yes, this one.

A/N: I’m sorry, this is all I can do with this at the moment. I keep overthinking and changing stuff and I fear this will end up making even less sense if I don’t stop now. This was a fun challenge but I don’t want to be wrecking my brain for fics like this for a while, thank you very much XD Thank you @popfishjr for sending in this request and challenging me! I hope you can enjoy the result even a little bit!

"Well, that was… different", you said.

A glance next to you proved that the Doctor stared at the end credits of the movie you had just finished with a flabbergasted expression. The one when he always had on when he was trying to make sense of something that he didn't understand at first glance.

"It's like the Teselecta", he mumbled.

"The what?" You asked.

Doctor waved his hand at you dismissively. "Just a robot from the future. Made by you humans actually. They made it in The Justice Department. Nasty people working there, they— what?"

The Doctor stopped abruptly when you started grinning.

"Oh", he said. "I'm rambling again, aren't I? Well, the short version then: the Teselecta are robots which miniaturized humans command, and it can change its appearance."

Ah. You could see the comparison between the animated movie Inside Out and these Teselecta robots then.

“Hmm, that movie made me think about this too much… like what about you then? You have all the memories of your past regenerations in your head, right? There must be so many emotions running through your head."

The Doctor's expression turned thoughtful. The things his mind had… if you knew even half of it, got even a glimpse to his mind, to his memories… The Doctor would never allow that. It could be compared to the Endless Vortex he had seen as a child.

•-•-•-•-•-•

Inside the Doctor’s mind, his internal headquarters had switched to alert as soon as they heard your words.

“How on Gallifrey did the human child figure that out?” Doctor’s Anger sputtered after you had just said The Doctor’s mind must have so many emotions running through his head. Only, the Anger wasn’t the Anger of the Doctor’s current regeneration but rather one of his early ones.

“Where did you come from?” Asked the Doctor’s current Disgust. “You aren’t supposed to be up here!”

“Oh, will you two shut it?” Doctor’s Joy said as they watched your image. “Look at that kid! We’re so proud of them!”

Like you had guessed, The Doctor’s mind’s headquarters still had an incarnation of his every past self. Usually, the past ones stayed put in their own corners, just observing, some of them commenting on things louder than the others. Some, the ones that the Doctor wished to forget - or had forgotten - were like ghosts. Of those headquarters only the emotion which most drove that regeneration’s personality forward remained.

I did say the past regenerations emotions usually stayed put. There were times, when a previous Joy would get so happy about something that they intervened in the actions of the current emotions. Or sometimes a previous Anger or several would rise next to the current one, making the Doctor the most feared being in the universe.

•-•-•-•-•-•

Your mind’s headquarters were buzzing after you and the Doctor watched the movie and you had started speculating on what the Doctor’s mind must look like.

“The alien’s got that face again”, your Anger said.

Your joy nodded. “Why is he making that face?”

“I think he’s proud of us”, said your Surprise, slamming a button. “He had that look when we saved that baby alien from getting shot by a Sontaran a while back.”

A memory of said event was projected on your mind.

Another hit of a button in your mind's headquarters and a warm feeling spread to your chest at the look the Doctor was now giving you.

Feeling a sudden spark of mischief, you poked the Doctor on the arm. “You really are just a soft old man on the inside, aren’t you?”

(Inside the Doctor’s headquarters his current Anger sputtered: “Did Y/N just call us old?!”, to which Sadness replied: “Well, they’re not wrong. We are old. Old and lonely…”)

“Yep”, the Doctor said, popping the p and reaching to ruffle your hair. “Bedtime for little time travellers”, he said.

(“No we don’t want to go to bed yet” were the protests that could be heard inside your headquarters.)

“Noo”, you protested. “I’m not tired!”

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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We had a great day today everybody is having a great time and things went very well and something huge happened towards the end of the day very huge and it's based on entertainment center it wasn't supposed to happen but my son and others thinking that's kind of a sacred place and Tommy asked me I've tried to make it into like an entertainment area and it backfired he's going along with it because it's so roll and really it's nasty it's hard to manipulate groups if you don't know anything about it anything is sit here in this cauldron simmering like a soup everything's worthless it's true too and we have several winners today

The more luck and they are not really at the meeting yet some of them there's still a bunch there any thanks Brad for showing up and he says you're welcome I'm a rebel and I know it he says you know what I said you're welcome so he buys him a drink he says that's better and snacks and like little sandwiches so he's smiling and laughing says I can't believe they're such stinkers he goes you're right about something these people are bad sometimes and kidnapping kidnapping kidnapping gross so Brad's having a good time and she's there and the smiley and stuff and it's really working out and everybody is eating and drinking and we brought tons of stuff and we're going to have speeches soon and take a break after the race MCU stretching and eating stuff and you're going to go up and see a speech first and you have an outfit that's ready keeps waving your way and you're like wait a minute I'm sore and you are so getting closer and closer to her.

Couple winners today warlock took heavy hits and they took very heavy hits about 500 octillion an hour in the USA alone for the money and about $10,000 octillion an hour for the money overseas 700 octillion an hour at the blockade 800 octillion an hour globally and each lay down areas are 10 so $8, 000 octillion an hour there and totally lost 100,000 octillion at this rate they'll be gone in 3 days or 4 days only a few days and they don't care but this rebellion thing might help and Brad says he's back and he's back he came back cuz we need you out there Brad and we need you to get you guys out there maybe you can go and shifts you know so he sent the request and now I can say you can come and shift and organize yourself and they're going to do that but it's really an honor so Anakin skywalkers left and they're kind of competing to get out there that's what it is and Trump is getting it and the speeches will start once they get there and Tommy f has to watch Mack is there a whole bunch of people are there it's a huge gathering and so summit really is going on now and we're having fun here but really they had a large total of losses and this might get him on a track that might help us instead of just be a pain in the ass and we have jobs for them and we have jobs in Florida and they may seem to Mark things out but they actually do work and they deliver things and they work in the restaurants just fine fast food they're real good and we want to hire and crusties and put it out there out there and rebel headquarters global headquarters the same where it says that crusties so Brad is up for it I know he's not there and some others and say work a swing shift and it says great and it's going to be all over Orlando for the most part right now and we're building them real soon real fast it's going on shortly.

The other big loser with the clones they they got walloped and they're the actually Empire right now. 700 octillion that's a blockade 800 octillion at each base that's a very large base and there are 10 of them 70 octillion an hour at the money in the USA and about 500 octillion an hour outside the USA at the money 600 octillion an hour as a ships lay down areas each and there are 10 6,000 octillion an hour it's a massive war total of about 100,000 octillion and significant and taking a big hit

Foreigners had a horrible day 700 octillion at the blockade an hour 800 octane an hour at each lay down area 8,000 octillion 70 octillion at each very large base an hour which isn't much but they did lose people and 60 octillion an hour at each area for the money about 7,000 octillion total today and there are about 800 octillion an hour trying to get into power here in the USA it's a huge fight a massive numbers the sun was exactly right, the total is about 80,000 Octillion

Max 2 took heavy losses about 60 in an hour at the money at each location so about 6,000 octillion about 400 actually in an hour at the blockade and 300 octane an hour in each state overpower and an hour at each base so about 7o octillion a base so that's probably about 4,000 octane and total was only about $50,000 or 10 but that's a lot for them

Those are the three groups and we don't publish anything about us and they're kind of mad about that but they make stuff up and here in Florida they're going after the more lock again I guess it's the Empire and separatists which are Max and foreigners at times only because they start going after them for stuff if they stop doing that what they wouldn't get hit that's all I said it's true though and we're building facilities and the foreigners are moving in soon as some will be going to Miami because of that so we're going to do a big push and today we start submitting plans for it and a hotel is accepted and it's going to be built by tomorrow morning opening on Sunday and we're hiring personnel people with experience people who are good with people and there's a bunch of you that can withstand all sorts of weird stuff and still work it's bizarre at Walmart even though it's like a lowbrow low class technique on purpose you have skill and he wants to see if the flamingo dancers are up for going to one of our casinos and he wants to pick a casino that's in a safer place and that would be Los Angeles and we have one outside of town and they know about it and they want to go there and do the dance and see how they do and they'd be like a VIP cuz they are in Vegas all the time and they're saying no but the women are saying we have a right to we can make extra money and so they say okay but not as headliners and so our son is agreeing and we can have it like a daytime act even though it's really an evening act and they say that's better and the ladies are saying that's good in Los Angeles they start pirating early partyng early well in pirating but... He's really famous for helping them out and they really just stood up into him a little not much and they wanted them to they really held the Las Vegas stayed together a lot of people want to see them after his comments and their world famous now again I never attractive women and their larger when they're there and they like it they feel powerful and they feel sexy it's a good time for them. It's a huge amount of people willing to help our son it's going on now and it's straightening things out and helping out or making a couple of big casinos in Los Angeles and they're kind of entertainment casino type things and it seems wicked evil and we're doing it he wants to include a lot of movies in it now as themes and so does Tommy restaurant and maybe needed something else oh that's not a bad idea will you call it the rim job it says no and shut up nothing anything happened, and wouldn't he says not gay and it's a good idea and put the restaurant name that's on the movie and the casino Tommy f says so we're working on it and it's going ahead and tell me if it's going to take his cycle trying stuff back it says so

But it's going ahead all these plans and the American casino might go ahead and Miami the American casino and we're going to try for the one near the airport again and they say it's not a bad idea and the tram thing is out of the question cuz we're not going to do the entertainment center there but really we need a place for HobbyTown and Harry Potter and some other worlds it's like a combination of universal studios in Epcot and it'll be something interesting and he's saying we could do it at Disney and it would be continuation of my brother's work and we can kind of see if he's around or if the computer is working for him and Matt wants to do it and he knows his nephew his ideas so they sort of get it the motif and what to look for so they're going to go ahead with it and places like Hobbit town could be off agrees you can make a path right off of places like it and he wants to go to the cycle light cycle ride and close to Jeff Bridges maybe with a beard and he look like Stan and it's good for him he says and mac daddy is working on it as he owns it now and it'll be something to have them up there as consultants and Chris will get paid like a pittance like comparison they get paid millions and their presence would have an effect because Ken is George Lucas and he's Harrison Ford and Jeff Bridges is the founder of the light cycle industry for us and Chris is a founder of the light cycle industry for his and the inventor and they were partial inventors Ken was a little and will and bill will be around somewhere and they're going to be doing the engineering and Chris could be seen talking to them and they'll be like a huge event foreigners don't dig it though so you have to use a slight energy and motivation and fuel and talk and squawk and all that other stuff and more like go to Disney all the time so they're starting to say yes they won't let you do it so we see and it's starting to talk about it

Thor Freya

I see him do this a lot and he's trying to get money and says it's kind of can just hand it to him they do it and several different ways but they need a lot of help if it's going to be real income that's what's going on we've got lawsuits and other things he wants to go ahead with the Utah plan and we are going to go ahead with that cuz that's what happened and there is a will and it came from irony to her and she did write one so I'm handling that and other things too and I'm sending it off to Thor Freya progress and when I think we can do is real and it's needed

Bitol and Goddess Wife

Want to do this stuff it's really great my son is perfect he's doing the job and daughter and we are going to be huge this is awesome we look great tonight and we're going to have a party and it's going to be someone brief when the construction starts we're going to want to be out of there they're prepping it now and they're doing the surveying and planning it'll probably just take tonight so there's no rush in there doing a subsurface investigations and we're working on some kind of security system with others too and it's working and coming together this is greatness this is never even thought in my mind even though we did know it was going to happen but it's amazing to see him do it because he's sitting there doing it and it came because Tommy was trying to sour that little teeny place it's like this teeny memorial and what he says is it should be restricted to rebel regents in separatist regionts that particular area. We agree too and no Empire and they'll try and work to get our son there but that's a real rebel headquarters and at times they fight over it it looks like the Empire takes part of it and that's in the series Han Solo but it's not Ken and it is that and they lose a piece of it it looks important but it's kind of on the outskirts and it's very odd the sun says I wonder if rebels will want to build like mesa's out there and it could be what it is this a whole bunch of people want to build Mesa homes and Dan has offers for 50,000 and it says then you could do it you just have to learn that it's valuable to do this is why you make connections with materials and suppliers and where it comes from and you have your fingers go into things please says okay and you get networks and you have a stronger crew they work together rather than being illiterate bums so he's going to try that it's a huge area and I just want to build too so we're getting designs together and it's going to be like this huge Epcot center in different races and we look a little different too the max are up to it this is why I can just move in like Sudbury or Paxton in a few places says no no we're going to build new stuff that stuff looks different soda come on give me a break not going to have you build the hotel there we might it's kind of funny it takes a little time will be the first ones ahead of you he says it's true it's kind of weird. It says I can do one that's more authentico and it's kind of like what it's like in the genre and somewhere saying this we should probably move when it says maybe you put the thicker walls in that's going on that one the sending over designs I see something that look really cool and they're huge I'm approving it now you just have to find out where to put it and send it over a scale model that's on what size this is great our kids pretty smart mac Daddy says

Thor Freya

Actually was I speaking the whole time it's intense it says that every time cuz he walks right in he does it too it's all of us so we met and we're having a great time it's a lot of work to do we need to hire everybody and we want them to know about this meeting and race so we're going to publish the race and say it's kind of secretive so you have to view it and we have places for that and we're going to do it now

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This week's (16-08-2021 - 22-08-2021) reading log is here. This week's reading log is super duper long and filled with lots of good things (my apologies for the long post, I really could not find a good spot to do a read more). I discovered some new favourites and re-read some old favourites and while I had an intense week personally at least the fics I read were absolutely phenomenal. I do recommend checking out the warnings as some fics are a bit heavier/angstier and you might wanna be prepared. Most of these fics are Stucky but there are a couple of other ships in between.

If you are looking for more fun and/or good things make sure to check out the @marveldisabilitycelebration as well to see all the awesome art, fics, meta, etcetera people created! And while I am mentioning events I am a mod for let me also just quickly mention that sign-ups for the @stuckygiftexchange are still open until the end of the month <3

Favourites are marked with a 🌻 Fics that are only available to AO3 users are marked with a 🔒 and Tumblr fics are marked with a 🍀

🌻 The Bends by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Danbeau, side Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Memory is not a house you can just walk back into after finding the key you thought you’d lost. It’s a thing you wade into and out of, rewriting it as it rewrites you.

It’s not without its rewards, either - recovering a memory about Maria and Monica, about her life, feels better than socking a thousand bad guys in the face, better than all the photon blasts in the world.

Then again, realising there’s still memories she can’t access, even after all this time, feels like drowning in space.

Not the one out there - the one inside her.

🌻 Sweet & Salty by musette22 @musette22 [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Idiots in love. That's it. That's the fic.

When life gives you lemons by moonythejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 34k words, Explicit] (11/15 chapters)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

🍀 SamRhodey Tumblr Fic by ipoiledi [SamRhodey, ? words, Teen?]

“Wilson, this is Rhodey; Rhodey, Wilson,” Tony Stark says, and suddenly some six foot tall sexy guy is shoved right in front of Sam, and they both stumble a little, bumping into each other. This is a crowded party. “You guys have things in common, right?” Stark asks. “Uh, Army stuff. Talk about that. I hate wallflowers; stop wallflowering and talk to each other.”

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 6k words, Explicit]

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman.

No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

what the fuck are perfect places anyway by tigerlilycorinne [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Steve clears his throat and stands. “Well, I should head in. I might want to begin packing.”

Bucky stills. “You won’t,” he says, trying to sound commanding. It only comes out uncertain. “Don’t.”

Steve shakes his head. “Maybe not tonight,” he says, and Bucky knows they’ll be discussing this again soon.

“Then stay. Play… play cards with me or something.”

Steve’s eyebrows jump up, his mouth tugging up in another of his bemused smiles that do things to Bucky’s insides, but he drops his hand from the doorway and steps back into Bucky’s room. Somehow, Bucky feels as if he’s won—not the war, just the battle.

Steve won’t stay forever. But he’ll stay for cards.

Steve and Bucky, on the run after Civil War (with a few alterations to canon), are laying low in Wakanda. But they can’t stay there forever.

🌻 honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 105k words, Explicit]

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA.

Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI.

Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further.

Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Deep Sea Diving by Aida Ronan [Stucky, 5k words, Explicit]

Steve's wallowing in heat-related misery under a shade tree in Central Park when a man walks by in bright red booty shorts and a crop top. RIP Steve Rogers. It was nice knowing you.

honey, make this easy by steebadore [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

Bucky likes the way he looks. His silk button up with the tiny gold polka dots feels soft on his skin and is tailored perfectly; no pulling at his chest or belly. His hair falls in shiny dark waves and his skin is smooth and dewy. He looks expensive. He looks taken care of. He looks like Steve’s.

🌻 let's take it back to the start by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

How it all began.

This sleepwalking through my life. by barthelme [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

The internet is an interesting place and when Bucky came home (or, when he came to live with Steve), Steve did a lot of research. Apparently, it’s not safe to wake a sleepwalker. He assumes that waking a sleepwalker with traumatic dreams and PTSD is beyond just being frowned upon.

And he tells himself--has told himself--that this is safer for Bucky. That if he were to stop him and wake him up, that Bucky would be mortified to be slurping on his best friend’s cock. That all of the improvements he’s made would be lost, would be repressed, would be just--

They’d be back at square one.

So he lets Bucky do it.

🌻 the way i've been craving by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

"Lunch break at 12:30. My office. Hope you’re hungry…"

It’s the ellipsis that sends Bucky’s insides swimming warmly, his heart beating twice as fast against his ribs where he sits in class. Senator Rogers is concise, direct, to the point. Without an ellipsis this is lunch, this is a meeting. With it though?

This is a booty call.

nasty but classy by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

“No, you don’t have to know the purpose, that doesn’t matter. Nat showed me this challenge where couples drink a lot of wine and get drunk together but they can’t touch each other. And whoever touches the other first has to...has to give the other head.”

🌻 Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

Greetings to the New Brunette by victoria_p (musesfool) [Stucky, 10k words, General]

"You said he should have a hobby. That it would help."

"I meant, like, knitting or coin collecting. Motocross, if he was feeling antsy. A baby's not a hobby. It's lifetime commitment."

🌻 Rogers & Barnes: Partners by triedunture [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked.

The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart?

(The answer is yes. Yay!)

this will be our year (took a long time to come) by biblionerd07 [Stucky, 4k words, General]

Bucky's therapist is worried he's using Steve as a crutch and wants him to try going on outings without Steve. It wouldn't be terrible, honestly, if Bucky could just manage to open his mouth and say something to Steve.

I'll hold my breath by Little_Lottie (tfwatson) [Stucky, 8k words, Mature]

Sometimes Bucky’s hands flex in Steve's direction. Neither of them knows exactly why, but at least one of them has a hunch.

Bucky touches everything but Steve, even though Steve is all he really wants to touch.

Start from the Beginning by Mumble_Bee [Stucky, 13k words, Explicit]

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating?

Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

Match by emphasisonem [Stucky, 4k words, Mature]

The situation’s actually kind of funny from the right perspective, Bucky thinks as he reads the message for what feels like the hundredth time. He’s finally matched with a hot, funny guy. Tall and broad and clean cut. An absolutely breathtaking smile. Bucky’s walking wet dream. And he’s good. They haven’t messaged on the app, but Bucky already knows him.

He knows him because Steve Rogers is an art history professor at his university. His art history professor.

Best friends and married since childhood by StuckySituation [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Inspired by @/peterssquill's post in tumblr: "bucky and steve got married on the playground when they were like eight and though neither of them would ever admit it to anyone, even each other, they still consider it official"

~♥~ ♥~ ♥~

“Natasha, stop trying to set me up with every woman you meet, I’m-”

“Too shy? Too scared?”

“No, I’m-”

“Too busy? You’re mostly retired these days, not a good excuse anymore.” Natasha smirks and then drawls: “Or just too gay?”

Steve flushes at that, even if isn’t true -- he’s bisexual, not gay. “Let it go, Nat, I’m not looking for anything. I’m already married, for fuck’s sake.”

Clearly not what she expected. “What.”

Steve grimaces. He didn’t mean to tell anyone that, ever.

“Sorry, can’t talk about it right now!” he says and jumps out of the plane.

Nobody Should Be Alone on a Holiday by emphasisonem [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“So, um-” Bucky begins speaking again, pulling Steve from his less-than-work-appropriate thoughts. The brunet has shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks, and he’s shifting from one foot to the other as he smiles shyly. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” Steve grins, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Bucky swallows deeply as one of his hands comes up to pull at the collar of his button-up, and Steve can’t help following the motion of his Adam’s apple.

“I was, uh-” Bucky continues- “That is, I heard you don’t have Thanksgiving plans?”

In which Bucky finds out that Steve's going to be alone on Thanksgiving and invites his coworker to spend the holiday with him.

🌻 It's Been A Long Season Through by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 49k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes is in desperate need of a change in scenery, which is why he makes the foolhardy decision to quit his job, leave his asshole of a fiance, pack up his life, and move to his grandfather’s old farm all within a single day.

He expects confusion, hardship, and maybe even failure. But love? He wasn’t expecting that.

Or, a Stucky Stardew Valley AU that nobody but me wanted and that’s ok.

oh, peach pit, where'd the hours go? by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 10k words, Explicit]

Can't see the forest for the trees.

Or, Steve learns that just because he and Bucky got their happily ever after, it doesn’t mean the past won’t come back to bite them.

I'll find my way by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 725 words, Teen]

Steve had watched Bucky fall, and nothing had been the same since.

AU-gust day 19: Daemons

special delivery by glim @glim [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

It's not that Steve's bad at taking care of himself when he gets sick; he just wishes he didn't have to all the time.

At least he can order most of what he needs online. That's some small comfort, that he can have soup and ice cream and everything else brought to his door.

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

🌻 Rock On! by millesable @marvelousescapism [Clintasha, 700 words, General]

“Hey, Romanoff!”

He lifted his hand, index finger and pinky finger raised, thumb out, all other fingers tucked. Their secret sign; their confession for the world to see, safe in the knowledge that the world wasn’t listening.

“Rock on!”

🌻 You Like the Way I Look by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

Bucky sidles up to him, hand boldly coming to rest on his chest. “What about you, big guy? Care for a dance?” Steve watches Bucky’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction, somehow already knowing he’s got Steve on the hook.

A decade out of the ice, Steve Rogers returns to New York. Reeling from a battle against the Chitauri, a night with the troublesome Bucky Barnes might be just what he needs.

Join the Rebellion by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 765 words, Teen]

Bucky knew he shouldn't be out after curfew, but he couldn't resist the urge. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew it was where he wanted to be.

AU-gust day 20: Dystopia

🔒 Five Days in December by mywingsareonwheels @mywingsareonwheels [Evanstan, 4k words, Teen]

“Shit shit shit shit...” muttered Chris to himself, glad that the sound of piped Christmas carols was drowning out his swearing amid the picture books. Most of the store was heaving even though it was Sunday, he’d been recognised at least three times, finding presents for all of his nieces and nephews was proving far more of a headache than expected, and he’d just sent a pile of copies of "Strictly No Elephants" tumbling off the bookshelf.

He scrambled about trying to pick them all up, and then dropped them again as someone bumped right into his backside. He lost his balance, caught himself against a bookcase, and a landslide of "Carter Is a Painter’s Cat" joined "Strictly No Elephants" on the floor. He yelped.

“Ah fuck, I’m so sorry… Chris!”

* * * * * * * * * *

London, December 2021. Amid cats, books, and the cold English drizzle, Chris finds everything he was hoping for and thought he would never have.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Reaching for Fire by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit]

Bucky has always felt a fire in his heart (and other body parts) when it came to his boss, Steve Rogers, but he's made sure to never feed those flames. When he finds out about Steve's second job, though, he's tempted to let that fire out.

i've been dreaming of a face like yours by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

Bucky is about to busy himself with making a small dinner for himself when he stops in his tracks at the figure drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smirking at him.

It’s Steve.

“Surprise, sweet boy,” he says before setting his cup down.

Or, PWP reunion sex

🌻 Somewhere, Under Your Skin by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 16k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes treats himself to a one-night stand after having a very bad no good day.

The sex is good--great, even. Might be the best sex of his life.

But Bucky wouldn’t have slept with the guy if he had known that he was going to continuously run into him every day for the next fucking month.

Or, a Big Grump Bucky has a hot one night stand with a college kid who is popping up everywhere in his everyday life and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

(Written for HYBB Bingo Square: Grumpy Bucky)

i've played heartstrings before but not in your key by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 11k words, Explicit]

He glances down, seeing a folded couple of papers, before peering up at Bucky. The older man is biting his bottom lip, making it pretty and red. Steve wants to run his tongue across where his teeth are digging into his flesh.

"What's this?" Steve asks, setting his phone down, emails forgotten. Bucky shrugs and looks away.

"I dunno. You tell me, genius," he says, sounding bratty enough that it makes Steve's dick twitch in his pants. Jesus, there has to be something wrong with him.

Steve glances once more at Bucky, who now has his arms crossed against his chest and is pointedly not looking at Steve, before picking up the stack of folded papers. He opens them, seeing a collection of maybe five or six sheets of paper. His eyes immediately land on the list of familiar words with negative next to each one. -- Or, Steve Rogers is a jealous, possessive little shit that wants nothing more than to mark up his boyfriend and stake his claim. And Bucky knows it. (And he likes it.)

🌻 I'm Home (With You) by BonkyBornes @padfoot-and-the-marauders [Stucky, 2k words, General]

In any other circumstance, the apartment would've been perfect. But it was today, and the fact that he was here meant he wasn’t out searching. He knew they hadn’t had any leads for weeks and he knew Natasha was right; all three of them were exhausted and a break would do them good. It just felt wrong to Steve that he was comfortable while Bucky was still out there—somewhere. Probably cold. Probably hungry.

The knock came again. Sighing, Steve unwrapped his hand from the dog tags and remembered how to move. Cold wind and snow greeted him when he opened the door. The solitary figure was walking down the steps, collar popped against the chill.

“Did you need something?” he called.

The person stopped. They were still. And then they turned. *

Or, the Christmas Steve deserved after Winter Soldier.

The portrait by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 915 words, General]

Steve Rogers has a Gift. He can help people find their soulmates, all he needs is some art supplies, a quiet place, and eye contact.

AU-gust day 21: soulmates

Maybe A Muse by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude.

#my reading log #r's reading log #fic rec #stucky fic rec #fics recs #stucky #danbeau #samrhodey #longpost #long post #clintasha #evanstan

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childhood secrets ~ hannibal lecter;hannibal

word count: 1711

request?: yes!

shady80smusicsingercolor “Hey! Can i request something

Hannibal l x reader

The reader kept her childhood a secret from everyone,until she was watching news about a teen getting bullied,she remembers her childhood and just cries.Hannibal notices and goes run up to her,ask what's wrong.She explain what happen,that her childhood friends used make fun of her,or calling her weirdo.Hannibal comforts her

Hope is okay❤”

description: after hearing the story of a teenager’s tragic passing, unwanted memories are brought back to her

pairing: hannibal lecter x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts, mentions of bullying

masterlist

“Did you hear about the Thompson girl?” Zeller asked as we examined some DNA for a case.

“Who’s the Thompson girl, first and foremost?” I asked.

“She was friends with Abigail Hobbs when she was sent to that psychiatric facility,” Price explained. “They were room neighbors I think.”

“Oh! That Hannah girl! What happened to her?”

“Her parents found her dead in her room. Suicide.”

I was so shocked at the response that I dropped the tool in my hand. Both of them looked at me for a moment as I just looked down at my hands. I was trying to calm the growing PTSD rising in me.

“The poor thing,” I finally managed to say.

“Yeah,” Price said. “I think she was in the facility because of mental illness. Her parents put her in there after her first attempt.”

Zeller shook his head. “Poor thing. They shouldn’t have let her check out so soon. (Y/N), are you okay?”

I was still staring down at my hands. They were shaking and it was getting hard to breathe. I could barley register the fact that Zeller had asked me something. They were both looking at me, expectantly.

“What? Yes, I’m fine,” I responded. “I gotta get some fresh air.”

I threw my coat and gloves on a nearby table and quickly raced for the exit. I had to wait for the elevator to take me to the ground floor, but the wait was antagonizing. My chest and throat felt tight, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

When the elevator door opened, I was faced with Jack Crawford, Will Graham, and Hannibal Lecter.

“(Y/N),” Crawford said. “Are you okay?”

I couldn’t respond this time. I had to get out, I had to be away from there.

The breathe of fresh air in my lungs was just what I needed, but I was still feeling panicked. Flashbacks were running through my head, things I had repressed for all those years coming back all at once, hitting me like a freight train. I sat down on the sidewalk, trying to calm my breathing enough to go back inside.

“Miss. (Y/L/N)?”

I looked up to see Hannibal stood behind me.

“I’m fine, Dr. Lecter,” I told him. “You don’t have to check on me.”

“You’re very obviously not okay. You’re breathing is abnormal and you look as though you’ve been crying.”

I felt my cheek and was shocked to find that Hannibal was right, I had been crying. I hadn’t even realized it before.

“I’m fine,” I repeated, but the crack in my voice gave me away.

Hannibal sat next to me. I tried not to let him see my face, but I knew there was no turning back now. He had seen me in the elevator, he saw how unhappy I was at that moment. Any other person would just think I was overwhelmed from work, or maybe one of our discoveries had upset me, but Hannibal was a talented psychiatrist. He probably already knew what was wrong with me.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

I chuckled. “How often does that one work?”

“Enough times to keep me employed.”

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “Zeller and Price were telling me about a girl that used to be friends with Abigail, Hannah Thompson. She...she...”

“I know,” Hannibal finished for me, luckily. Just thinking about having to finish that sentence made my throat tight again. “I wasn’t aware you knew her so well.”

“I didn’t, but I know...the feeling. Like you’re trapped in your own mind and there’s only one way out of it.”

Hannibal was looking at me, waiting for me to continue but not pushing me to go any further than I felt comfortable with. I wouldn’t have to go any further with my explanation if I didn’t want to, I knew he wouldn’t force me. We could’ve dropped it right then and there.

But my mouth moved before my mind could comprehend what I was sating, “I was the weird girl in school. While other girls wanted to be princesses or astronauts, I wanted to be a forensic scientist. I always had a fascination with crime and forensics and such. At first, I was just an outcast with no friends, until a group of girls took me in and added me to their group in high school. They weren’t super popular girls, but they also weren’t my level of outcast or anything, so, understandably, I was excited.”

“I’d assume it wasn’t as ideal of a situation as you were led to believe.”

I shook my head, tears forming in my eyes again. “They only befriended me so I could be their verbal punching bag. It started mild at first, just some friendly jokes that I could throw back at them. Then they started calling me the weird girl, the freak who liked death and murder. They’d make fun of me for reading stuff about unsolved murders, or even just murder mystery novels. They told me I’d probably grow up to be one of the unfound murderers in those stories. They put me down at every chance they got, but they were the only friends I had so I just...I dealt with it. I even gave up the opportunity to shadow at a police department during my senior year because I was afraid of them making fun of me more.”

“What was the tipping point?” Hannibal asked. “Obviously they are no longer around. I assume either you got rid of them or...they left themselves.”

“A bit of both really,” I responded. “One day, their bullying just got too much for me. My parents never liked the group, so I felt like I couldn’t go to them because they’d just tell me ‘I told you so’ - not because that’s how my parents are but because that was my irrational fear - and the teachers and guidance councilors and principals at school were garbage. They did nothing unless they actually witnessed the bullying first hand, and even then it was always a slap on the wrist punishment. So, I thought...I thought I only had one way out.”

I was still half conscious when my parents found me. My mother’s screams were permanently etched in my head, her sobs breaking through the otherwise muffled sounds I was hearing. Even when I blacked out, all I could hear in my head was my mother.

“They sent me to the same hospital Abigail was in,” I continued, skipping over the nasty parts that I couldn’t bare to relive. “My parents said I needed actual, medical help, that they couldn’t ignore my mental health issues anymore. I was there for months. I met people just like me, people who understood what I was going through. I made friends with a lot of them, and they’re all still in my life right now. My high school friend group came to visit me at one point. They seemed genuine enough with their apologies, saying they didn’t realize how much I took their words to heart and how they didn’t know how dark of a place I was in mentally. I don’t know how true any of that was, but they put on a good act. When they finished their groveling, I told them to go fuck themselves and to never contact me again. They were...offended, to say the least. Apparently they spread rumors about me at school, but I finished my senior year at a different school so it didn’t really matter to me. Went off to do forensic science in college and...here I am.”

For a moment, a look of pride passed over Hannibal’s face, as if the end of my story made him feel proud for me. I guess it made me feel proud, too, but sometimes I kicked myself for sticking around with that toxic friend group for far too long.

“I’ve never told anyone that,” I admitted. “Not anyone who didn’t know me at the time, anyways. I tried to keep it repressed, but hearing about Hannah Thompson...it brought all those memories back for me. Maybe I’m not over it like I think I am.”

“Mental trauma when your brain is still developing is not something one can easily get over,” Hannibal said. “It takes years, and even then those painful memories could follow you to your grave.”

I winced at the thought of having to battle with those memories until the day I died. Part of me was still worried that they would be the reason I would eventually die.

“But it is important to know that your old friend group was wrong,” he continued. “There is nothing wrong with being interested in something that the masses aren’t interested in. I’d argue that being interested in murder and police work is much better than wanting to grow up and be a princess or an astronaut. Your job helps the police to find serial killers and to save innocent people from being their victims. There’s nothing weird about that, not in my eyes.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Dr. Lecter. I think I just needed to hear that when I was younger and...no one really said it to me before.”

“I’m saying it now,” he said. “If you ever feel overcome with those memories again, please do not hesitate to call me. A beautiful and brilliant mind such as yourself should not be worrying over what irrelevant people have to say about you.”

I felt myself blush, but I wasn’t sure if it was from the reassurance Hannibal was giving me, or if it was from the compliment.

“I want to sit out here for a little while longer,” I told him. “I still need some air, and to come down from what happened back there. You don’t have to wait for me.”

“I don’t have to, but I will,” he decided. “I want to make sure you’re okay before I join my collegues again.”

I smiled at him again. I definitely wasn’t about to fight him on staying there with me. Quite the opposite, actually. If there was anyone I wanted with me in that moment, it was Hannibal.

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mingoyeob-archive · 3 years

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1 and 50 with oc😊

under the oak tree drabble game ⚔️🌳 to make up for my delayed release of part 3 of under the oak tree i’ve decided to do a drabble game! send me a number + any of the characters from under the oak tree and i’ll write you a drabble :)

jsfejfkhw these keep ending up longer than intended but I'm doing this for you anon <3 thank you so much for requesting!

I'm still taking requests guys if you want to send some in! check out my tag 'drabble game' to see which ones I've already done :)

1. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” + 50. “You’re lucky I love you” - jjk x reader - word count: 1.6k

Being new to Uwhen meant knowing practically no one. You would think living in a castle full of knights and servants and maids meant you would always have someone to keep you company, but no. Your naturally soft spoken ways and tendency to distance yourself from crowds only pushed you to hole yourself up in your room or hide outside amongst the courtyard and stables. Namjoon must've noticed how lost and lonely you always looked (it was his job to look after the castle and its tenants after all) because after your umpteenth walk around the garden that day, he took it upon himself to assign you a task that would, hopefully, put you in better spirits.

“Here, take this.” A small travel and a pair of petite leather gloves was shoved in your direction, dwarfed by Namjoon's hands as he held them out to you. You reared your head back in surprise, eyes fleeting back and forth between the items and his expectant face, “What are these for?”

“For you!” he exclaimed, eyes brightening and face breaking out into a dimpled smile.

You let out a noise of confusion and quirked an eyebrow, finger pointing to your chest in question, “For...me? What do I need these for?” You had no idea what had got into the man, he barely ever talked to you, always busy dealing with some issue in the kitchen or trying to order supplies. It made you feel kind of guilty, that was all stuff you should’ve been doing as the Lady of the Castle, but your lack of education and inability to manage money correctly made the tasks nearly impossible.

Namjoon just cleared his throat, dropping his outstretched hands when you showed no signs of taking them from him. “Well I figured, since you look so dreadfully bored, perhaps picking up a hobby would make you feel better. I believe gardening is a great way to pass the time.”

So cautiously you had taken them. Not even your father expected you to do manual labor back at home, so this was unheard of, “I can't believe I’m doing this.” you said. Namjoon let out a snort at your words before proceeding to show you the areas around the castle that needed the most help, not that you needed him too as you had already walked them probably a hundred times over. But still, from that day forward, you woke up early to garden and after three years you had rehabilitated the garden, the areas around the stables, pruned the shrubs and even pulled up a nasty infestation of weeds that surrounded the cobblestone pathways. But with your husband Jungkook finally coming home you had begun to put off your to-do list in a last ditch attempt to try and get to know him better, which was easier said than done.

You often compared Jungkook to the stone wall that surrounded the castle, hard to get through and constantly surrounded in a grey monotonous mood. Your efforts to hold a conversation with him were typically met with one word answers or a measly grunt which you learned, depending on the tone, was either a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Sometimes you couldn’t even tell if he was listening, which you could understand was hard since most of the times you caught him he was either in the middle of overseeing training or stuffing food in his mouth. Still, sometimes you wished he would take a second to hear you out; to want to get to know you as much as you wanted to know him.

So today you had decided to put a pause in your plan to discover your husband and instead went back to tackling your goal of finally fixing up the courtyard. There wasn’t really much to do in terms of the small area, the circular shape didn’t allow much except for a few benches and flower patches here and there. The most challenging part was the large oak tree that stood right in the middle surrounded by crinkled leaves and dying twigs. It was almost sad. Yoongi had told you the tree had been here as long as he can remember, probably a few hundred years.

“It didn’t always look like this, ya know. The old maids in the kitchen say it used to be the pride and joy of Uwhen. Hard to believe that now though.” His words had basically been a challenge, even if that hadn’t been his intention. By the end of this year, you were going to revive the tree no matter what it took.

And that was how Jungkook found you, covered in dirt and cutting at thick grass that surrounded the trunk of the tree. He was used to waking up in bed with your side empty, sheets neatly tucked and spot cold. But usually you would find your way to him by the middle of the day, telling him all about what you had spent doing around the castle, and even if he didn’t show it those times were the favorite part of his evening. Listening to your relaxing voice after a hard day of training with pestering young knights and sitting in war meetings was like being soothed by the softest melody. Oftentimes it left him speechless. How was he expected to compare your lovely stories to his boring responsibilities? He preferred listening to you rather than himself. You were probably only doing this out of pity anyway; why would you want to spend time with him when he so obviously made you uncomfortable judging by how tense and shaky you always were when in his presence.

The sound of his heavy boots crunching must’ve alerted you to his presence, your head whipping around and working fingers halting. Jungkook stood there awkwardly, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so openly, “Sorry. I’ll leave.” he said, turning on his heel.

But the small giggle you let out in response had him stopping in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat, “Why would you leave? This is your castle and you’re free to roam wherever you please. Just pretend I’m not here, I’m just fixing up the tree a bit.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Way to sound like an asshole, Jungkook thought. The wide expression you had at his question had him internally scrambling to correct himself, “I mean...it’s obviously dead. Why waste your time?” You shook your head and pulled the dirty gloves off your fingers to place them on the ground, “Well it's not a waste of time to me. It’s actually pretty fun! Here,” you extended a hand out to him from your spot on the ground, beckoning him forward. “Would you like to try?”

“Me?” he quirked an eyebrow and pointed a finger to his chest. Talk about deja vu you thought amused and let out a giggle,“Yes you! Come on, I'll show you how.”

Jungkook just stared at you with his signature steely gaze and for a second you assumed he was going to walk away, uninterested in having to spend more time with you than necessary. But you watched in surprise when instead he proceeded over to you, taking your hand as he sat cautiously down next to you on the ground. He wondered if you could hear his heart beating hard in his chest at feeling how dainty and perfect your hand fit into his.

For the rest of the day the two of you spent time sitting in the dirt, you showing him the correct way to cut out the invasive roots to prevent them from growing back or how to properly plant the seeds to make sure the rain didn’t wash them away. And for once, Jungkook actually looked like he was listening, taking the time to ask questions when he didn’t completely understand why you had to do something a particular way. One question actually had you throwing your head back in laughter, ugly snorts and squeaky noises escaping your throat at how amused you were.

You always did hate your laugh, but for some reason Jungkook was mesmerized at how beautiful you looked, too caught up in how the sunlight framed your face just perfectly and how the rays hit the expanse of perfect skin down the column of your neck. He must’ve not been paying attention and got distracted while trying to cut something from the ground, because the next thing you know he was letting out a hiss and you heard the thump as he recoiled his hand effectively dropping the small shears. You jumped towards him in concern, reaching out to take his hand in yours to inspect the wound on his finger.

“Oh! Are you alright, Jungkook?!” You say and pull the digit up to your face, turning it to fully grasp how serious the cut was.

Jungkook hadn’t responded at first, heart warmed by how worried you seemed. Your face was so close to his he became distracted again, only realizing you had asked a question when you peeked up at him waiting for a response. He nodded, “Yes. I’m fine. Just a cut.”

You tsked, “I think we might need to wrap it. We can come back later to clean up but right now let's take you to wash this off, hmm?” You gave him a small smile of confirmation.

Jungkook didn’t say much else as you two got up off the ground, following you back towards the castle. When he finally did utter something from behind you, his words made you gasp, “You’re lucky I love you.”

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luxwritings · 4 years

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!!! Hello hello, your blog looks so neat already!!! May I request Kakyoin, Mista, Joseph, Bruno, and Rohan with what they'd be like on a first date? Like, where would they go, how nervous would they be, that kinda thing. Thank you so much, and remember to stay hydrated!! 🧡✨

Hi!! Of course! Thank you so so much for requesting, and thanks for the reminder:) Hope these were to your liking!

Reader: g/n

Kakyoin, Mista, Joseph, Bruno, and Rohan first date HC’s

Kakyoin

Kak would be so nervous thinking about where to take you and what to do, even asking you out was nervewracking enough. His ideal date is maybe staying inside and doing something, enjoying eachothers company or such, but he knows it isnt a good idea for a first one. He overthinks it so much, but eventually settles on an arcade date.

Though it’s canon he does have experience in video games, he thinks the arcade is a fun place too, and it’s care free since you wont run out of things to do. For when the time comes when he actually takes you, all those hours before that he’s nervously pacing around his room daydreaming about winning you a plushie or teaching you how to play certain games

He easily unwinds though. He was nervous before the date but once he sees your smiling face at those bright and vibrant arcade games, his worries goes away. Its you, how could he go wrong?

Kak gets embarrassed at how many times you catch him zoning out or staring at your face while you play certain games. He thinks how you look so focused is the most adorable thing to ever exist. If he could take a picture of that and keep it forever, he would

You end up spending more time at the arcade than what you were originally planning. Although he’s a sweet boy, mans DOES NOT hold back when it comes to competitive games. He wants to show off, he wouldn’t go easy:)

Mista

Mista LOVES a good ol’ movie theatre date. He’s lowkey so cheesy but coming from him you disregard that.

He wouldn’t be that nervous before the date actually, Mista likes to think that hes smooth af with dates.

When you show up though, in your outfit that shows your form and hair that instantly makes you look even more attractive than he thought you could ever be, he’s all of a sudden nervous and fidgety

“[Name], you look so goddamn good!!”, he wipes sweat off his forehead and reverts his eyes to the floor. You reach up your hand and give him a little pinch on the cheek before you realize that the movie’s gonna start soon, and you spent too much time swooning over eachother.

Hes a typical gentlemen, so he’ll buy you as many concessions as you want, no mercy. You two giggle over the fact that you’re late to the silly chicflic he chose, practically no seats left, and how the people around you give you nasty looks.

As you two get settled next to eachother in the dim movie theatre light, it’s hard to fully focus on the movie. Mista has the best smelling cologne. You didn’t even realize that until you were sitting so close to eachother. It’s a really comforting smell, really, when you’re with Mista, you’re instantly so comfortable. You both dont even remember if you were nervous to begin with. Laughing along and giggling to the movie, hands occasionally brushing over eachother, your worries are just fully gone. Such a stupid film, but such a fun date.

When he drops your off, you leave a biiig fat red lipstick mark on the side of his face(If you do wear lipstick). He swears he never wants to wipe it off.

Joseph

Joseph would love to take you to the zoo. He thinks you’re never too old enough to have some quality fun admiring encaged animals.

Although he has a cheerful, carefree exterior, he would be nervous! He really wants to make sure you’ll be satisfied and happy. He kind of doubts his date idea but trusts you enough that you’d like it nonetheless.

And you do like it! Joseph makes the zoo way more fun than you went as a kid. Sometimes he’ll get so excited over certain animals that hes dragging you to the next exhibit. When things calm down a bit though, and you’re simply strolling hand in hand around the aquarium area, things are comfortably calming.

“Look at that stingray, [Name], doesn’t it look like Caesar-chan?”

When you’re not paying attention, he moves to give you a quick peck on the cheek, and you smile huge. You notice during this date that he’s quite bubbly, and cherish it for that moment. A thought passes you that if you and Joseph got more serious, he’d be like that more often. Your sudden thoughts made you blush, and Joseph was quick to notice.

“Whatcha thinking about?”

You shake your head and squeeze his hand in response.

Joseph makes loving so easy. He’s really all you could ever want in someone. The fun, the seriousness, the strength, the himbo, a date anywhere with Joseph is more enjoyable than you could even imagine.

Bruno

Bruno’s not really nervous actually, he knows he wants to take you on a really nice dinner date, that’s for sure. He tells you the exact time he’s picking you up, and he comes SHARP. His typical suit suddenly looks like it fit way nicer than it did before. You swear Bruno looks ethereal.

When you arrive there, it’s a really nice restaurant. It’s quite fancy, but not too fancy, it’s fit enough for a first date. You two share a bottle of wine and hold hands above the table. As you two go over some conversation topics, he carreses your hand and gives occasional squeezes while maintaining eye contact.

Bruno wants to know every single detail about you that he doesn’t already know. He asks many things to get to know you more, and you ask them back, of course.

He doesn’t really enjoy talking about himself as much, but if you insist. You end up learning a lot about his childhood and learning about his gang. He doesn’t want you to know about the brutal and morbid side of it, but he’ll happily talk about his friends. The way his face lights up when he speaks about Abba, Fugo, Nara, GioGio, and Mista is truly adorable. You feel like you knew all of them personally without even having to meet them.

A first date with Bruno is really really amazing. You express how much you enjoyed it, and he gives you a solid promise he’ll take you to every fancy restaurant like that in Italy, too.

Rohan

I think Rohan would like to take you to a local café. He’s not too stressed about it, he likes to think that he should know better than to be anxious over a simple date.

Rohan is totally laid back about that stuff. You dont come in with certain expectations, and neither does he. A nice chat over coffee is all that you would want from him.

Talking to him is, like, really fun. He teases you so much and you, of course, tease him back. I don’t think he would go well with someone who couldn’t handle at least some light teasing.

You talk about his manga, his drawings, etc. There is something that does make him nervous though. In his mind, he’s been really wanting to draw you or sketch you out. He thinks your face is so beautiful that he wants to even draw it out. Though... he doesn’t know how to ask. At all. It seriously makes him anxious. He realizes though, that this is a perfect opportunity to ask you. The lighting is beautiful in the café, and he adores how you look with the perfect angle of light hitting your face.

For some reason you can’t stop giggling when he keeps trying to tell you to stay still for his drawing. You’re just so excited and happy to get to spend that kind of time with him, especially getting drawn! He joins in laughing with you, and teases you a bit along the way.

The finished product is absolutely gorgeous, and so well done. You almost forgot how goddamn talented your Rohan was. He’s a bit nervous waiting for your reaction, and lightens the mood by saying something like “Some of it is a bit messy since you wouldn’t stop moving, [Name]!”

First date with Rohan is an absolute success. He doesn’t let you keep the drawing, though. He tells you it’s just for portfolio purposes, secretly he just wants another way to look at your face.

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i-am-totally-a-human-being · 3 years

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Hi, could you do a scenario with hajime defending his s/o after they got called crazy for being mentally ill? Thanks!

Sure thing! Fair warning this may hit close to home for some people if they’ve ever gotten bullied for this stuff.

If you have gotten bullied for having any mental disorder, know that you are valid and whoever made fun of you was in the wrong. ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Pairing: Hajime x reader (no pronouns used for reader)

Summary: the request

Setting: non-despair Au

Warning: reader has a mental disorder but I tried to keep it vague so you can insert any disorder, reader gets bullied (mainly my Hiyoko) and cries, reader takes medication for illness, Hajime is an angry bean and yells but not at the reader, I think that’s it

Under the cut!

This wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair at all. It wasn’t your fault you were ill in the head. So why were you bullied for it?!

Sometimes you just needed a break, and your teachers knew this. But some of your classmates disagreed with you “special treatment” as they called it.

“So why does Y/N get to leave 5 minutes early? Some of us deserve it a lot more!” Hiyoko was the first to start the fight, as usual. Some people nodded in agreement, some were indifferent, and some, who knew of your illness, protested the girl in pigtails.

“Hiyoko,” Sonia spoke up, “it really isn’t our business to-“

“Shaddup! I think we all deserve an explanation as to why Y/N gets treated so well! It’s like she’s dying or something like Kom-“

“S-Stop!!” You yelled, gripping the rim of your desk until your knuckles turned white. Hiyoko scoffed, folding her eyes.

“Oh yeah? I’ll stop when you tell us why you get treated like royalty!”

You started panicking, you really didn’t want the others to know about your illness. You didn’t want them to see you as crazy, or them to think that you thought you were better than them for getting special treatment.

In reality, you left 5 minutes early to take medicine (by medicine I mean stuff like anxiety meds, anti-depressants, mood stabilizers, meds for schizophrenia, those kinds of meds.) to help with your mental illness, and your teachers understood why you wanted to hide it so they let you leave to take it where no one would see.

You pulled out your phone, your safe haven, something that calmed you since it brought you away from reality for a brief moment. You immediately went to messages, tapping your text conversation with your boyfriend, a reserve course student named Hajime.

The others knew of your relationship with him, and didn’t mind him eating lunch with the other ultimates so he could be with you. Well, everyone except Nagito, but he never directly interfered so you didn’t care too much.

You frantically started typing, he should be out of class and heading to you for lunch anyway.

You: Hey, please hurry.

Hajime: ok? What’s wrong?

You: please. Just hurry up. They’re asking about my illness and I don’t know what to do

Hajime: on my way.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, pig barf! Whoever your texting can wait” Hiyoko yelled, grabbing your phone and looking at who you were texting.

“H-Hiyoko! Give that back to Y/N right this second!!” Sonia tried to grab it for you, but Hiyoko was too fast to catch.

“Please, just hurry up,” she read aloud to your whole class, “They’re asking about my illness and I don’t know what to do.”

“Illness,” Kazuichi looked at you, “So you are dying like Nag-“

“Hold on!!” Hiyoko snickered, “I scrolled up! Y/N is crazy! They’re I’ll in the head! Mental! Hajime and Y/N talk about it a lot in the texts!”

“Do they talk about… anything else?” TeruTeru grinned.

“Nasty, perv!!” She laughed again, “Hajime says: do you need me to go pick up your meds for you? I know you don’t want the others seeing you. Y/N says: yes please, thank you I love you. Aaaaand scrolling up! Y/N says: I didn’t realize I was out of my meds! What’s gonna happen if I can’t take them?! Hajime says: just skip classes for the day and I’ll get them for you.”

“P-Please,” you weakly reached for the phone, tears now streaming down your face, “stop…”

“Not until you tell us what’s making you bat crazy-“

“HEY,” Your boyfriend burst through the doors, running over and yanking the phone out of Hiyokos hand, “YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT!”

“To think,” Nagito clicked his tongue is disgust, “to think a reserve course would not only date an ultimate, but so as far as to take something from another one…”

“I was getting my S/O’s phone back, because Hiyoko stole it!”

“Yeah yeah whatever,” Hiyoko grinned, “so. Give us the details. Y/N running from getting taken to the lunie bin?”

“Did you just call my partner crazy?!”

“Yeah, well aren’t they?”

“No! Y/N has a mental illness, they’re not crazy! I… I can’t believe ultimates would even… act like that! Aren’t you guys supposed to be the best of the best or something?! You all should be ashamed! You’re all horrible!!” Hajime grabbed you as gently as he could and dragged you out of the classroom, pulling you into the courtyard and finally coming to a stop.

“H-Hajime-“ he stopped you short by pulling you into a hug, burying his face in your neck. (If you’re significantly shorter than him, he still does this but lifts you off the ground in the process.)

“I am so, so sorry, Y/N,” he sighed, “you didn’t deserve any of that. I wish I had gotten there sooner.”

“I-It’s ok… Hiyoko’s probably right. I’m gonna end up in an insane-“

“No,” he cut you off, pulling away and looking into your eyes, “She was completely out of line, and completely wrong. You’re not crazy. You’re mentally ill, and you have no control over that. You didn’t chose for these issues in your brain. And she has no right to say those things to you. I don’t care that they’re ultimates, if anyone ever says anything like that to you again don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll give them a piece of my mind.”

“Hajime,” you nodded, hugging him again and letting a few tears fall, “I will. I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Now let’s go have you take your meds and then get some ice cream. On me.”

I hope this was ok!

Thank you for coming to my TED talk,

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universallywriting · 3 years

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what if after being around steven so often made connie very used to having her physical wounds immediately healed? So, when she eventually gets seriously injured and can't call him for some reason, the pain feels really foreign. Not sure if you'd want to write something like that though ^^;

Oddly enough, I had two totally opposite ideas to this prompt, and I wrote them both. One for today, and one for tomorrow! Thanks, anon!

I actually do like angst/pain stuff, but I’m very selective about it? So there’s always a chance that I’ll do something fun and angsty, but I will admit that I’m much pickier about those requests, haha! I usually save the more serious stuff for my original work.

tw for bruising, and i’ll keep it all under a cut for that reason!

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At nineteen years old, Connie is busy with college. In an attempt to take a break, she goes on a weekend trip with Lars - she hops on his ships and they head out to explore and crack jokes on a far away planet. She gets into a tussle with an alien five times her size and gets smacked around, because that’s the kind of trouble she gets herself into.

The pain is sharp, and that’s fine. She’s felt a sting before. Steven always takes a bit to get to her side. But Lars is still scaring off the alien, and it keeps being sharp. With every breath, she feels the stab. Her abs contract without her wanting them too, and that makes the pain hit again. She hisses through clenched teeth as Lars comes to her side.

“Call Steven,” she says - on instinct, really.

“He’s not connected to the empire’s communication network,” Lars says. He lifts her shirt to inspect her ribs, and hisses himself. “Yeah, that’s a bruise.”

It hurts to breathe. She feels her throat closing, eyes stinging, and she tries to blink back the tears that keep trying to fall as the pain just… sits there. She shakes her head, but its a big bruise. Every move hurts. “Y-you have to call Pearl, so she can get Steven.”

“I can, but we have to get you back on the ship first.” He touches the spot, and she grabs his hand with a miserable gasp that’s almost a sob. He holds his hands up. “No grabbing! I don’t think anything’s broke. I don’t even think the bones are bruised.”

She whines. “It hurts! Really bad!”

Lars rakes a hand through his hair with a groan. “I don’t want to move you if something’s broken. Um, on a scale of one to ten, how bad does it hurt?”

Her mother has asked that to patients plenty. She used to ask that to hurt sometimes, before Steven patched up her every wound. Connie tries to think of a number, but she breathes a little to deep and it stings again. “I don’t know.”

“One is like accidentally biting your lip or getting a shot,” he says. “Five is a broken bone and-”

“I don’t know what that feels like.”

“No way you haven’t broken bones!”

“It only hurts for a second before Steven fixes it!” she protests.

“Okay, um…” His eyes flick around, as if an answer will appear from the jungle.

“You know how your muscles hurt after you work out?”

Connie nods. “DOMS. Delayed onset musc-”

“Don’t care. That’s, like, a three usually? Does that help?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered, her hands hovering over the bruise. She wants to hold it, and at the same time doesn’t want to touch it at all. “He fixes it. We share water bottles.”

“Seriously?” he yelps. “Okay, upset stomach when-”

“Fixed.”

“Cramps?”

She laughs, cutting herself off with a whimper as the ache hits again. “No, yeah. Fixed. He fixed everything. It’s so easy I just…”

Connie looks down at her ribs, barely breathing. The longer it goes on, the darker the bruise gets - mottled and ugly and spreading across the skin. She hasn’t seen that since she was a child, and there’s an odd horror in her gut. It feels like a monster from her childhood nightmares has crept from under her bed. It doesn’t feel right to have any marks, any marring of her skin. Not anymore.

“I forgot what hurting’s like,” she breathes. “It’s just a bruise.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to cope for a while.” He holds out a hand with a grin. “Come on. Live like a mortal for a few hours.”

When they get to the ship, they can call for a heal. Even if they do, it’ll probably be a few hours before Steven can get there. She considers that, because pain is… painful. It’s unpleasant. It’s ugly. A bruise - a nasty bruise, but still just a bruise - had her nearly crying in the dirt. Is that who she is without Steven to kiss things better?

She decides to learn to cope with a little pain instead.

#Anonymous #steven universe #steven universe future #fic #connverse #connie maheswaran #tw bruise #tw bruising

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prettyboongi · 4 years

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BTS Reaction | You React to Them Calling You Ugly [Part 1: The Hyung Line]

[A/N: When I first got this request, I knew it was going to be a challenge. Not only the title alone is super angst-ridden, this reaction is pretty much a reversal of what I usually do. Instead of them reacting to you, it’s the other way around. However, I was only able to finish the hyung line parts at the moment. But I will finish part 2 as soon as possible! Hope you guys enjoy!]

Seokjin

“Hey, Jin, am I ugly?”

Your unexpected question catches your friend off guard. He looks up from his phone screen, catching the serious expression on your face.

“That’s a random question,” he says with a light laugh, “What brought this up?”

You look down at your coffee mug and sighed. “Well, the other day I was out with my little sisters at the mall, buying clothes and shit. We were only there for 2 hours and seven guys came up to us and started hitting on them. Just them though. I was completely left out in the dark. It was so embarrassing.” As far as you can remember, you’ve always felt ugly. Throughout the years, there was always someone pointing an imperfection of yours, whether it was your skin, hair or body shape. It definitely didn’t help having gorgeous sisters or even a friend as good looking as Jin.

Jin looks at you sentimentally. “I’m sorry that happened, Y/N.”

But you shook your head in response. “You never answered my question. Do you think I’m ugly?”

“Why does it matter what I think of you? You’re obviously an amazing person, Y/N.

“Just answer the question?”

“Y/N-”

“Jin,” your voice sounded desperate as you looked up at your friend pleading eyes, "Please tell me."

Jin quietly sighs as he puts down his phone on your kitchen counter. “If I had to be perfectly honest, Y/N, you could look much prettier if you actually took care of your appearance.”

“So you think I am ugly.”

“I never used that word.”

“You didn’t have to,” you said quietly. Feeling your eyes burn with incoming tears, you turned your back on Jin. “But thanks for being honest.”

Jin felt absolutely terrible. As your best friend, he always made sure to be honest with you, and with his blunt nature, it was never an issue for him. But for the first time in your friendship, he sees that he shouldn’t be this honest.

After a moment of uncomfortable silence, you hear Jin scoot from his chair and gather his things. “Hey, I have to run somewhere. See you later.”

The moment you hear the door close behind him, that’s when you let you collapse onto the floor, quietly sobbing to yourself.

Yoongi

You honestly couldn’t understand why a person like Min Yoongi would ever be into you. Not only was he an amazingly talented rapper and producer, he’s also one of the most attractive men you’ve ever laid eyes on. That when he asked you out, you thought he was either pulling a cruel prank on you or he was some powerful drugs. I mean, how could you believe that he actually liked you. But after some persistence on his end, you decided to stuff down your insecurities and took a chance with love.

Almost a month of dating, you have no regrets when it comes to Yoongi. He was nothing but a perfect gentleman and, most importantly, a perfect boyfriend. He loved everything about you, everything from your warm smile to your dry sense of humor. The only thing he didn’t like about you was your self-hatred and how you’re always quick to put yourself down.

“I really wished you loved yourself better, Y/N,” said Yoongi.

“Easier said than done,” you replied, laughing at his comment as if it was a funny joke.

Despite how you felt about yourself, Yoongi thought you were beautiful, inside and out. Everyday he fell more and more in love with you and you felt the same for him.

However, when he told you he wanted to introduce you to his friends, that’s when you broke out of your blissful reverie. At first, you vehemently refused, saying that it was way too soon and that you were too shy. But he didn’t buy it.

“Come on, Y/N. What’s the worst that could happen?,” he asked.

You didn’t want to entertain his question with an answer but you did eventually break down and agreed to meet his friends. Knowing how sweet and mature Yoongi is, his friends would have to be the same way. Right?

The plan was to meet up Friday night at the guys favorite bar downtown. Hours before the supposed rendezvous, you spent your time meticulously getting ready. Everything was picked out with the utmost care: your hairstyle, your outfit, your makeup. Of course Yoongi thought your prep was unnecessary but you wanted to make a great impression on his friends. Even if it was unnecessary, at least the effort you’ve put on your appearance boosted your confidence a bit.

As you and Yoongi walk into the busy and warmly lit bar, you instantly hear a sharp shout from the other end of the establishment.

“Yoongi! Over here!”

Nervous, you grabbed Yoongi’s hand before heading over to the booth the six men occupied.

“Boys, this is Y/N,” he introduced you. “Please make her feel welcome.”

You were so nervous you could only smile pleasantly and give a small wave. But deter the boys from warmly welcoming you. After scooting over to make room for you and Yoongi, the boys joked around with you, told embarrassing stories about Yoongi and overall just made you feel a part of the gang. It was safe to say that things were going great that night.

It wasn’t until you were heading towards the restroom at the back of the bar when you spotted Yoongi’s youngest friend Jungkook. He had excused himself moments earlier to answer a phone call. You were planning on sneaking past him in order to not disturb his call when you mentioned your name.

“Her name is Y/N? Yeah I guess her name is kinda pretty. Too bad she looks fucking busted!,” he laughs into his phone. “Trust me, I’m not exaggerating. You think Yoongi-hyung would have taste in women but I guess not.”

Listening to Jungkook, you felt your heart break into a million pieces as the intense feelings of shame heated your face. You quickly walked back to the table and pulled Yoongi aside.

“What’s wrong?,” he asked, “You look like you're about to cry.”

“I need to go home, Yoongi. I feel I’m on the verge of a panic attack,” you half-lied to him. You tried your best to hold in your tears but the first sob that escaped your mouth ruined it for you.

Yoongi thought you were having a fun night but he did know you get panicky sometimes. He told you to head to the car while he said his goodbyes.

You worked so hard to get ready for this night and it took one nasty comment to send you crashing down.

Hoseok

“Thanks for inviting me,” you say as you walked into Hoseok’s apartment.

“No thank you for coming,” he replies with a cheery smile on his face. After helping you take off your coat, he leads you to his living room sofa.

You couldn’t believe it when your longtime crush Hoseok began talking to you. To be honest, you were more than content dreamily gazing at him whenever you caught him around campus. But when one day he asked to sit next with you at the university’s cafe, it was practically a dream come true!

For the next two weeks, the two of you kept up a flirty banter, both on campus and through texting. Having the campus hottie showing an interest you wouldn’t have thought things would get better for you. Well imagine your shock when Hoseok invited you to come hang out at his place.

Once he sat next to you on the sofa, he put his arm around you and brought you closer to him.

“What would you like to watch,” he asked you as he turned on the Netflix app on his TV.

You nervously giggled. “Oh I dunno, it’s up to you, Hobi.”

The two of you ended up settling for an indie romance film. However you two weren’t so invested in it. Especially after you started to feel Hoseok glide his hands on the soft curves of your body and felt his soft lips on your neck. One thing led to another and… let’s just say you two were emphasizing on the “Chill” part of “Netflix and Chill.”

By the time your heavy romp was over, Hoseok excused himself to the bathroom while you stayed on the sofa, basking in sheer ecstasy. The silence of the living room suddenly broke when you heard the vibration of Hobi’s phone against the coffee table. Feeling a bit nosy, you decided to pick up his phone to see what notification he received. However, your thumb accidentally slid across the phone screen and it opened to his messaging app. You knew snooping on someone’s phone was not only a bad idea, but a total invasion of privacy. But you were too noisy for your own good.

The screen was already opened on Hoseok’s conversation with his best friend, Jimin. You read their most recent texts, then instantly regretted it.

Jimin: Y/N? The same Y/N you’ve been hanging out with lately

Hobi: Yeah that Y/N

Jimin: But why? Didn’t you say she was ugly as fuck?

Hobi: Don’t recall using those words… but i would be quick to call her cute or anything

Jimin: Okay so why her tho

Hobi: Well she seemed desperate enough to fool around with so I thought ‘why not’?

Jimin: Dude

You were so dumbstrucked of what you’ve just read that you didn’t hear Hoseok’s approaching footsteps.

“What’re you doing…,” he begins as he sees you with his phone in your hands, screen opened to his texts. “What the fuck, Y/N?!” He tried to grab the phone from your hands before you threw hard at his chest.

“You fucking asshole!!,” you cried. You actually thought someone as handsome as Hoseok genuinely liked you. But sadly you were dead wrong.

He ended up kicking you out of his apartment but you didn’t care, you wanted to get out there. To get away from him. After getting into your car, you drove to the nearest parking lot you could find and sat there in the silence. And wept.

Namjoon

Weddings were never your thing. For as long as you can remember, you were always dragged to go to someone's wedding. It started with relatives, then your older siblings, and now, as an adult, your friends. Everyone excused your hatred for weddings as you being a curmudgeon. But the real reason you weren’t a fan of them was that deep inside you knew you that no one would ever make you their bride. You were never going to wear a gorgeous yet outrageously expensive wedding gown. And most of all, you were never going to find a groom who will look at you lovingly while saying his vows before grabbing you for a passionate. But that’s life right?

You have gotten to a point where you swore off weddings because you just couldn’t bear them anymore. But your best friend since childhood just had to get engaged and made you her maid of honor. You loved her so much and wished for her happiness above yours so you decided to bear and grin through it. But this is the last one, you swore to yourself.

Fast forward to three months into the engagement, it was the night of the engagement party. You and the rest of the bridesmaids were set to meet the groomsmen. The men were pretty normal, none of them really catching your eye. And then you were introduced to the best man, Kim Namjoon, and it was pretty much love at first sight. He was smart, funny and extremely handsome- saying that he was the perfect man would’ve been a complete understatement. And to your luck, he was incredibly kind to you and wanted to work side by side in this engagement. He gave you his contact information and social media, assuring you you can reach him anytime. And you did. Not only did you message him about the wedding, it soon evolved into friendly conversations about each other’s lives. In one of these conversations, you found that he was single and that he wasn’t planning on taking a date to the big day. Obviously, you didn’t have the balls to ask Namjoon out right then and there. But it did give you the incentive to wow him at the wedding. It was definitely something to look forward to.

Fast Forward to the actual day of the wedding. For once, you actually put effort into your wedding appearance. You made sure you were beautifully glammed up, hoping to make Namjoon fall in love with you. During the reception, you even told some of the bridesmaids your plan, and they helped gas you up and gave you supportive platitudes. With their support and a few glasses of champagne, you were ready to ask Namjoon to dance.

Walking up to the bar where he was sitting, your best friend stops you.

“Hey, I was actually about to talk to Namjoon-”

“I know what you're about to do, one of the bridesmaids told me,” she interrupted. “Trust me, it’s not a good idea.” You were confused by her words, wondering why would stop you from finally giving love a chance. That’s when she pulled you aside and told you the truth. “He’s not a good guy, Y/N. He’s been making disgusting and hurtful comments about the bridesmaids and you especially. When he said that you weren’t “too ugly to fool around in the broom closet, but not hot enough for a one stand, I had to possess every power in me to not knock his lights out.”

You just stood there, silently nodding and taking in her words. You put on a brave face but it was clear that your heart was broken into a million pieces.

Your best friend pulled you into a tight hug. “Forget about that dumbass, you’re absolutely stunning. Just stick with me for the rest of the evening, okay?”

“Okay,” the only thing you could reply with.

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scottfuckingreed · 4 years

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So wrong, It’s right - Montgomery De La Cruz

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Warnings!: smutty and cute (exactly how I imagine Monty actually)

Can you admire something you’re a little afraid of? Is that possible or does that just contradict the entire point? Being the twin sister of Scott Reed means you’re in the jock group a lot. I’m around people like Bryce Walker and Montgomery De La Cruz all the time. I’m afraid of the power boys - men - like that have. And yet, I’m totally struck by them. Doodling around my notepad, I fade back into the classroom scene. Mrs Bradley goes on about how we need to be there for each other, and how to tell if our ‘friends’ are actually not okay even if they say they are. It’s pointless really, because it’s clear no one cares. It’s unfortunate. “Are you taking notes?” A whisper falls into my ear. I turn around to see an ‘innocent’ smile form on Monty’s face. “Why would I be taking notes?” I whisper back with a slight laugh. I’m not sure if some of these boys think playing dumb is cute, or they’re actually just stupid; probably both. “You just look like you’re taking notes,” he shrugs defensively and turns back to his area. I continue squiggling on my page until I feel a breath on my neck. My hairs stand instantly in an unknown way, sending shivers down my spine and a strange feeling in my stomach. “So what are you doing?” He whispers again. Rolling my eyes, I turn to him once again. “I’m decorating my page.” “You’re decorating your- what? Thats fucking stupid.” Sometimes I don’t get Monty’s responses. I know Monty is like that all the time. Rude? But why? The other’s are like it too. I just don’t know who’s genuinely a prick most of the time.

I wander over to Zach, who’s sat with Alex and he’s sat with Clay and those people. I don’t actually have a massive problem with Clay. I think he’s sweet. “Hey!” I smile when I get there. The response from Clay is a slight frown. Jess’ is a VERY small smile. Barely noticeable. “What do you want?” Clay mutters just loud enough for me to hear. “Clay-“ Jess laughs awkwardly. All I can do is smile. I get it. “Okay, I deserve that I guess.” I may have been involved in some ‘teasing’ back in the day when it comes to Clay. But that’s in the past. “I was just seeing if you were coming, Zach?” I shuffle my books that lay in my arms. “Nah I don’t think so, but you can join us if you want,” I love Zach. He’s a bit of an idiot a lot of the time, but his heart’s in the right place. Clay snaps his head very quickly at those words. “I don’t think I’m wanted here, but thanks anyway. I’ll see you guys around.” Walking away, I see Monty waiting for me. “Zachy staying with the pussies?” I roll my eyes and hit him on the arm. “Shut up, that’s not cute.” He chuckles and we walk to lunch.

We meet up with Scott, Charlie, Bryce and Marcus. “Where’s Zach?” Is the first thing Bryce, or anyone, says as we approach. “He’s with Clay and the other dipshits,” Monty laughs and sounds all cool and stuff. All I can do is roll my eyes. What do guys like Monty get from being nasty a lot of the time? “I think Y/N’s been flirting with me,” he adds, throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me in close. I imagine he thinks I like being this close to him. I grab his finger and drop his arm away. “Your ego is fucking massive,” I grunt with a smile. I take my water bottle out of my bag. “Almost as big as my dick,” I almost spit my water back out. Bad timing to take a drink. I get a poke on my shoulder, and that’s what does it for Scott. “Please don’t flirt with my sister in front of me!” He pushes Monty playfully on the shoulders. When I see Monty’s eyebrows raise, I know there’s something going on in his head. And his brain like never works. “Oh okay, I’ll just flirt with her when you’re not around then!” And a play fight erupts between all of them. “Alright kids!” Bryce pushes his foot against Monty, which makes both boys tumble to the ground. I swear the boys at the school are children.

Most of the guy’s had last period free - so they’d already gone home - leaving me to get home on my own. I finally leave the hell hole and bump into Monty. “Montgomery!” I smile, nudging my elbow into him. “Y/N, what do you want?” He chuckles. It sounds awkward or nervous, but that’s not Monty. Like, at all. “I was thinking... you could give me a lift home?” I smile innocently. He begins to walk, which his steps are bigger than mine, so I slightly jog to catch up. “Why would I do that?” His eyes scan me up and down. “Because you love me?” I stick my bottom lip out. The smile on his face only grows. He pretty much shakes his head until we reach his beautiful Jeep. I’m actually in love with his car. He doesnt reply. Instead he just stared at me with that grin. “Because I’m really fun to be around?” I ask again. Same response; he shakes his head. “Because I’m annoying and it’ll shut me up?” He raises his eyebrows. “Okay,” he says simply. All I can do is smile when I get into his car. “You’re so chirpy,” he laughs and starts the engine. “I know you love me,” once again, he shakes his head. “You wish.”

“Do you like what you see?” He smirks at me. I roll my eyes in a rush. “I’m not even looking at you,” I smile and turn my head out the window. I’ve actually watched every tap his fingers did against the steering wheel. I’d seen him nod along to whatever shit was on the radio. Not staring, but in the corner of my eye. Which I think is possibly worse. “I know you are, but it’s okay,” my eyes look back towards him. “I’m gonna have to tell Scotty that his little sister’s checking his best friend out,” I shake my head with a laugh. “We’re literally twins,” is all I can argue.

Monty turns in to the driveway to my house. “Thanks for that, Cruz-y,” he smiles very slightly at my words. Like, VERY slightly. “I guess it’s okay, but you definitely owe me,” I smile back at him and nod. “Of course, you can’t do anything to just ‘be nice’ can you?” I joke, chuckling as I open the door and hop out of his car. “Wait, Y/N,” he shouts out the open window. I watch as the boy gets out his car with something in his hand. “You almost left your phone,” he drops it in my hand. I tap it on his shoulder, and I automatically feel guilty for some reason. I haven’t done anything wrong, or anything I wouldn’t usually do. But I feel guilty. “Did you just, do something nice? For me?!” I drop my jaw with a gleaming smile. “I’m just a nice person,” he shrugs. “Well, I appreciate it,” I feel like I stand waiting for something that’s never gonna happen. I gazed towards the boy for what seems like ages. There was nothing to wait for. It was just awkward blank air. To break the silence, I turn and walk into my house. I’m not sure what else I was meant to do. I run up the stairs, excited to be home, and get out of my ‘nice’ clothes. Sweats and a bralette. It’s time to relax.

I set myself up. Pencils, my sketch pad, and myself laid on my stomach on my bed. Music on. Sometimes I draw from a picture, sometimes from my head, but most of the time it’s just doodles. Today it’s from my head. Just head with eyes and a face and everything. And time flies when you’re invested in something. “Wow,” is all I hear. I jump too much, shooting my head upwards and seeing Montgomery looking over at my book. “Holy shit!” My hand immediately goes over my pounding chest. That was not okay! “You could’ve knocked!” I shout, sitting myself up. “I did, you were just concentrating,” he shrugs and starts looking around my room. He picks up an ornament. I stand up, walking over to him and taking it off of him. It’s only when I get up that I remember what I’m wearing. I feel exposed. His eyes look my body up and down. And suddenly he’s in a rush. “Anyway, I just came to scare you,” and he leaves. Strange.

- A few days later -

A tight black dress. It fits like a glove around my hips, hugging my thighs nicely. This is an outfit that makes me feel like a bad bitch. “I know you’ve worn that dress just to piss me off,” Scott shakes his head as we drive to Bryce’s. Another stupid house party. Although I hate them, I find myself going to every one; enjoying myself too. “I don’t do it to piss you off Scott,” I laugh. He raises his eyebrows immediately. “I know exactly who you dress like that for,” which makes me heat up. Luckily my foundation hides the redness in my cheeks. I don’t even glance his way. I can’t. “Why is everything always about Monty?” It stresses me out that everything is about that boy. “Can’t I just dress up for myself?” I add, rather snappily. Here we are. Bryce pretty much has a car park in front of his fucking house. He might as well have ‘I’m a rich prick’ tattooed on his forehead. “You can, Y/N,” and he gets out the car. You can hear everything from inside the car, let alone walking towards the party itself. Pretty sure I felt the vibrations from the street over. “But did I mention Monty?” Our eyes lock. I swear he said his name? Shit.

Shit music, a load of half naked girls, and too many Varsity jackets? We must be at a Bryce Walker party. I don’t know half of these people here. But I do know Zach! I can’t rush over to him at the drinks table fast enough. “Hey!” I smile. “Y/N, dragged along again?” He asked, handing me a cup. The burning stench of whatever-the-fuck shoots through my nose with just one small sniff. “Jesus Christ, what’s in this?” An adorable smile spreads across his face. He’s so pure I swear. “It’s actually a shorter list if you ask what’s not in it,” he shrugs. I raise my eyebrows, wondering if the boy is smart enough to flirt with me. I leave it at silence, bringing the cup up to my lips. “Everything,” I look back his way. He leans himself down and gets close to my ear. The warmth of his breath does nothing to my body. “I put everything in it. Enjoy!” Is what he finishes with before walking away dancing.

I find myself dancing with everybody and nobody. The fun thing about a party is you don’t need to know anybody. Especially if there’s a lot of people, and you’re drunk. And since there’s everything in my cup, it’s safe to say that I’m a little gone after half of it. “Ah!” I shout and point, seeing a familiar boy across the room. “Where have you been?!” I shout ask. I think I ran over to him. Whatever I did, it happened very quickly. “Around,” he shrugs. And I giggle. What was funny, you ask? Absolutely nothing. But I’m tipsy and a little horny. “Are you drunk?” He laughs, taking my cup and sniffing it. His eyebrows raise, before he even takes a sip, let alone after. “It’s a Zachy special-” “Where’s your brother?” I hardly finish my sentence before he starts shouting his words over the loud music. “I don’t know,” my slightly drunken state is offended by his question. Maybe I’m just annoyed at myself, maybe it’s the fact that everything is about my brother, but it’s more than likely the fact that I wanna be flirted with. And he’s definitely not flirting with me. Rolling my eyes, I just turn and walk as far away as I can before stumbling and embarrassing myself completely. Completely into the arms of Montgomery De La Cruz. “Careful,” the slight giggle shocks me. It was..? Cute..? “Maybe you should sit down for a while,” I realise that I’m still in his arms, which is definitely the last place I should be, so I stand up ‘straight’. As straight and as still as I can be anyway. “It’s okay, I wanna dance!” Smiling massively towards him, I’m shocked when he actually reciprocates the happy look. He never smiles back at me. It must be pity. “You can dance sat down, I’ll come with you.”

I didn’t think I’d be spending a part of my night looking at the stars with Monty, but here we are. Well I’m sat on a sun bed, and he’s stood. The fresh air does a mix of sending the alcohol to my head, and sobering me up a little. Which makes no sense; I know. I’m just drunk. “Fuck, did I drop my drink?” Confusion hits me like a brick. So much so that I start patting my hips at the pockets I don’t have. Which also makes no fucking sense. “I took it off you- why would the cup be in your pocket?” He laughs, taking a seat on the concrete next to my lounger. “That’s cute,” as soon as the words fall out, my hand covers my mouth. “Shit, I won’t hear the end of that. Will I?” His lips press together, shaking his head slowly. “At least you’be admitted you find me cute,” I don’t even have the effort to argue. So I lay myself down.

Before I open my eyes, my head starts pounding. Unfortunately I remember quite a bit, if not all of last night. It’s effort to wake up. So I lay on my back. In a 3, 2, 1, I open my eyes to a ceiling. I might still be drunk, or my eyes aren’t working properly, but that ceiling doesn’t look like mine. “You’re awake!” A voice startles me. There stand Montgomery De La Cruz with water and a pill of some kind. “Fuck, this doesn’t look-” “I slept on the sofa,” and my heart, unfortunately, skips a beat. I lay a glance over to the chair. It’s small. “It’s comfier than it looks,” he shrugs, edging the items towards me. I don’t even know what to say. It’s... sweet? “This could literally be anything,” I squint my eyes at the drug with as much enthusiasm as I can in this state. “Don’t you trust me?” I press my lips together and screw my face up. “I do, unfortunately,” I shrug, and take the painkiller. “Good, lets get some food,” he nods his head towards the door. In my state? No. But I couldn’t turn down his offer.

“I’m curious Monty,” we walk where we can see the beach. Not on the sand, but the path very close. I’m not sure if he’s following me, or I’m following him. “Go on,” he smile, putting a chip in his mouth. Seaside chips are the best. To be honest, everything tastes better at the beach. “How did I end up in your bed?” I smile at my question. My cheeks blush slightly at the question. I must be broken. “Well you just passed out really, so I thought it was the right thing to do,” he shrugs in a very cute way? “Where’d Scott go?” As flattered as I am, Scott should’ve been there. I’m his twin sister. “He got with some slut-” I raise my eyebrows. “Sorry, he got with a blonde girl in a red skirt.” He shivers. A chuckle exits my mouth. “What’s that about?” A smile goes across his face, looking down. I’ve noticed every move he’s made since this ‘morning’. “Red’s such a slutty colour,” he says slowly. Is he weary of my reaction? “Tell me about it!” Only a moment of silence goes by. “Well, thank you,” His eyes lock with mine. “I respect that you didn’t try it on with me, because I definitely would’ve just let it happen,” without debate. Without thinking, he speaks. “I wouldn’t want it to happen like that,” my heart skips a beat. I see the instant regret in his face, but I can’t help but feel warmed by those words. Even so, he doesn’t correct himself.

I spend the rest of my day pacing my bedroom floor. Seeing as I woke up like midday, it’s not actually too long. It felt like it. An hour felt like 3. A knock goes on my door. Although I’m not doing anything, I felt suspicious. So I rush onto my bed and start reading a page of the book closest to me. ‘Twilight’. A classic. “Come in!” I shout. I expected it to be my mum, but it’s Scott. Guilt. Why? I don’t know. I didn’t do anything wrong. Even so, there’s still a feeling of guilt in my body. And it’s heavy. “You never knock,” I laugh nervously. “I wanted to apologise for leaving you at the party. That was a shitty brother move,” he shrugs. As much as I appreciate it, it feels weird. Does he know? I let a moment of silence go by before answering. “It’s fine, at least nothing happened,” looking back at my home screen, I hope that Scott leaves. Of course he doesn’t. He hasn’t asked the vital question. “So... where’d you crash?” Now... I could lie. I feel like I could lie easily too. Only if it’s not a trick question. What if Monty’s already told Scott? Then it’ll look like I’m covering something up. Am I? Nah. “Monty took me to his, but I swear nothing happened,” I almost rush out. Scott’s facial expression doesn’t really change, other than look slightly relieved. “Don’t worry, I trust you,” there’s a pause. “So did you, like, share a bed?” Which makes me smile massively. Only my brother would ask such an awkward question. “He actually gave me his bed, and I think he slept on a chair.” Scott looks surprised. “That chair in his bedroom?” He asks. I nod slowly. “Hmm,” and he leaves.

I spend the rest of my day rewatching Teen Wolf. Let’s not lie, it’s one of the best shows out there! So here I am, crying at how beautiful Stiles is, and my phone starts to ring. Heart: drops. It’s only Monty. For some reason I’m nervous to talk to him. So I hesitate answering the phone. Just do it Y/N! “Hey,” I clear my throat lightly. For context, Monty never calls me. Why would he? We’ve texted on and off about stupid shit. Like ‘is Scott with you’ and ‘can I copy your work’. That’s it. “Y/N, how are you?” His voice echos softly through my ear. “I’m alright, what’s up?” My hair twiddles around my forefinger. “What are you doing right now?” Other than crying at a stupid Netflix show? Other than getting nervous about you calling me? “Nothing, I think Scott’s-” “I didn’t call you to ask where Scott is,” he chuckles *cutely*. His tone made it sound like that was a strange thing to say. Like I said, he’s never really called me before. Not to actually speak to me. “So, what’s up?” I ask again. My body doesn’t seem to know what to do. I go from sitting down, to laying on my back, to my front, to pacing the floor. All over the place. “I was- uh- wondering if you could sneak out?” He whispers mischievously. Eyebrows: raised. I gasp through the phone with a smile. Tutting at him, I lose the capability to speak for a second. I clear my throat again. “Monty-” “Just for a walk.”

Walking to meet Monty was insane. I don’t even know my intentions, let alone his. But somehow it makes sense. The sky is dark, the air blows cold. My joggers keep my legs cosy. My arms, however, were unprepared. I’m not cold though. I’m nervous. The uncertainty of this whole thing is driving me insane. The craziness is eating at me. And yet I don’t know if I wanna face Monty. But I am. He’s ahead of me. My stomach just can’t keep still. Even with him standing right in front of me. Whatever happens, will happen. “I thought you were gonna stand me up, Y/N,” his smile screams nerves, which made me more nervous. A guy like Monty should never be nervous. “I was hesitant to come,” he nods slowly. “But I’m here.”

The chat was just about stupid shit, funny times, and thick with ‘beating around the bush’. I should be paying attention to where we were going. The absolutely insane thing is I trust Monty. I probably always have done. Through the teasing, and the being Scott’s twin sister, I’ve always felt somewhat comfortable. He’d even given me just hoodie to wear. I’m not sure if it’s something to read into, or it’s simply a kind gesture. “Monty... why did we just walk around for like 30 minutes just to get back to my house?” I can’t hold it back anymore. I need to know why I’m here. “Why am I walking the streets with you half 10 at night?” He avoids my eye contact. I realise that he doesn’t plan on answering me right now. I stop in my place, grabbing his hand. His skin soft and warm. I wish he wasn’t so damn hard to read. “Maybe I just wanted to hang out with you?” Shaking my head, I smile at the ground before locking eyes with him again. This time his eyes stay on mine. Neither of us move. “I’m confused,” a smile spreads across his face. “I’ve been confused for a while,” my eyebrows lift in curiosity. A while? Is he confused about the same shit I am? “Explain it to me.” And he just starts walking away from me.

“Monty!” I slightly jog up to him. It’s wrong of me, but I just wanted everything out on the line. I wanted it written in black and white. “It’s hard to explain the fact that I’m pretty much in love with my best friend’s sister,” my heart drops, yet it’s full at the same time. Jaw; dropped. “I- what?” My hands cover my gradually growing smile. His face stays neutral. This whole thing is just insane. “I’m sorry, but I am obsessed with everything you stand for,” and that does it. I know there is an unwritten rule about your brother’s best friend. This makes me entirely shitty. It’s nothing I ever imagined. The silence on my end makes Monty start to walk away. “You know what!” Once again I grab Monty. “Fuck it,” this time reaching for the back of his neck and pulling him close. Our lips magnetise together. Ive never felt such passion and respect from a person. The unbelievable feeling of his fingers crawling to my waist was something I realise I’ve been missing. It’s just one long kiss, and yet it’s so much more than that. Unknowing, I have been waiting for this moment for a little too long. He pulls my body as close to his as possible. I should be considering the fact that Scott could just look out his window. A thought should’ve crossed my mind that this is one of the shittiest things either of us could do. My conscience shouldn’t be clean. Right now, this is all I can think about.

I feel like I should feel guiltier than I do. I was more nervous of Scott catching me than my parents. Scott and I have always been close. We’re twins. We will always be that. But Monty and Scott? What just happened between me and Monty was risky for that. Yet I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling; I’m smiling like a fool. The clock reads 23:39. Just sleep Y/N. I just kissed Montgomery De La Cruz. A simple, but so perfect, kiss. I can’t wrap my head around it, let alone the fact that he said he’s ‘pretty much’ in love with me. Like shit. Is he gonna regret telling me that in the morning? I hope not.

- The Next Morning -

Nerves and a centimetre of guilt pumps through my veins, waking me up at exactly 06:12. I usually wake up at 07:00, so I might as well shower. I know I shouldn’t dress up just because Monty pronounced his love for me. You know I’m going to though. A touch of mascara and tinted lip balm will be subtle enough.

“You’ve gotta stop looking like that,” Scott shakes his head at me as I jog down the stairs and into the dining room. “Scott! You look beautiful sweetheart,” my mum kisses me on the cheek and hands me a plate of pancakes. I can’t even think about eating right now. “She does it just to flirt with Monty,” a metal spoon hits my back. He scoffs. “I do not!” Usually that would be true, but today it’s not. My high waisted shorts sit perfectly on my hips, and my fitted crop top hugs my breasts. I look down at my outfit. I honestly don’t even thinks it’s that bad. “It’s not my fault Monty flirts with me,” I tease Scott. Is that even a joke though? “Fuck, you wish!” “Right!” My mum shouts. Definitely at the swearing. “Just get to school!”

There’s silence in the car. Not even the radio plays a sound. This is where the guilt starts to sink in. “We’re picking Monty up, could you move to the back when we get to his?” Scott asks, cracking the first ‘smile’ towards me today. “Oh I see how it is,” I grunt jokingly, and he actually smiles. I can’t imagine what it would be like if me and Monty carried on. If anything it shows that yesterday was a mistake and can’t happen. Too much would be risked. We don’t live far from Monty, so in seconds we were outside. It hadn’t even sunk in that I have to see him today. Fuck. Slipping out the car, we lock eyes. “Good morning, Reed,” he huskily whispers. His smile captivates me, but I just have to ignore it. Just like I’m ignoring the fact that when I slid past him to get to the back seats, our bodies scraped together: I thought, stupidly enough, sitting behind Scott would mean there would be no eye contact between Monty and I. Boy was I wrong. In the corner of his eye. In the rear view mirror. It would stop if I stopped looking at him... right now that seems impossible.

“Hey Y/N,” Jess smiles at me as I walk past her locker. Strange? But I stop and turn. “Hey, how are you?” I ask, watching her grab her books. “I’m all good. I just wanted to apologise for Clay the other day. He’s just a bit-” “I deserved it, don’t even worry about it.” She presses her top and bottom lips together tightly. “Thank you though,” I open my arms to hug her, which she surprisingly accepts, until I get a tap on the shoulder. Jess releases me. When I turn and see Monty, my heart goes from zero to a hundred real fast. Imagine a boy having such a grip on you. “Monty,” my voice comes out shaky. “Jessica,” Monty nods at her, and he grunts. “I’ll see you later,” she screws her face up at him and walks away. “She’s such a bitch,” he rolls his eyes. THIS is what I don’t like about Monty. I just wish that list was longer than the stuff I do like about him. “Anyway, can we go talk somewhere?”

Panic thoughts rush through my head as I walk out the school with Monty. What if someone starts gossiping about the fact that we’ve left the school to talk? That’s so fucking stupid. Why would people do that? I’m a little nervous. I’m actually a LOT nervous. Breathe Y/N. I take a seat on the wall behind me. “I wanted to know how you’re feeling?” He simply says. I smile down to myself. “You make this so hard, why can’t you just be an asshole to me?” I let out in a whispered chuckle. “Is that what you want?” He brushes the back of his hand against my arm. “What do you want from this?” My question just makes him raise his eyebrows, as if the answer’s obvious. Does he want a fuck-buddy? Does he want a relationship? Is he just trying to fuck with my emotions? I mean, that last one’s completed with flying colours. “You’re gonna hate me for saying this Y/N, but I honestly just want you.” If anyone else said such a thing, I’d tell them to get a grip. This is Monty. Bad boy image with devilishly good looks. The boy you love to hate, and hate to love. He’s not meant to actually swoon for a girl. Is that what’s happening? Holy shit. “I don’t know if that can happen, what about Scott?” He smiles to himself. His body places itself next to me. “This has nothing to do with Scott,” he shrugs. I wish that was true. “All Scott does is warn me to stay away from you. You’re his best friend,” hand goes to my knee. My naked knee. Please move your hand a little higher; no. “I know, but he’d get over it,” I make a ‘would he really’ face at him. It’s hard to believe that. My eyes gaze away from him for a second. I look at the sky and the trees and that school building. Monty’s eyes are the last place I should look. Except my eyes drift back to his in a second. Stomach; drops. He slowly begins to move his head towards mine. I want to stop him. I want to consider the fact that anyone could see us right now. Including Scott. In all honesty, his lips aren’t moving towards mine fast enough. “Montgomery,” my whispered words stop his in his place. My forehead fall onto his. “I’d risk it, for you.”

School is always a drag, but when you’re waiting for it to end it goes 10x slower. Once again, the rest of our people had last period free. This leaves Monty and I the only ones left. I should be avoiding the boy at all costs. But my hearts flutters when I see him waiting at the school doors for me. I can’t even find words. “Hey,” Monty gives me a contained smile, as if he was holding back. I’m already blushing. “Montgomery,” I say simply. He starts moving, so my body automatically follows his lead. I honestly can’t help it. Can you blame me? Have you met the guy?! “Do you wanna walk with me?” Walk with him? Fuck yeah. But we all know what happened on that last walk of ours. For some reason that only makes me want to walk with him even more. I can’t control myself... he must have a voodoo doll or something.

As usual, our chats flow too naturally. I guess we’ve always spoken, but I never realised how well we got on until recently. Have I been hiding these feelings? It wasn’t intentional. But I should be containing my feelings now. I should cut Monty off before we hurt Scott. I wish I could. “How do you feel?” He asks again. Fuck, I wish he’d leave it alone. “That’s a loaded question Monty.” He stops in his place. A thought bubble appears above his head. It’s only for a few seconds. Then he softly takes hold of my forearm, and leads me into an alleyway. This is it. This is where he kills me. Both of his hands go to my wrists, lifting them and pushing me against the wall. This is single handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. His eyes just stare back into mine. We’re so used to just staring at each other at this point. “How do you feel?” He asks again. I feel like I want his body on top of mine if we’re honest. A smug look captivates his face. Can he hear my thoughts? I gulp loudly. I think I’m about to have a heart attack. “Y/N,” he whispers deeply. “Can you just kiss me already?!”

He’s seems almost struck by my words. As if, although he wanted to hear them, he wasn’t expecting me to actually say them. His eyes scan my body intricately, up and down. I could watch him look at me all day. “Monty... did you hear what I said?” I ask. The corners of his mouth turn up before he makes a move. Finally. His lips on mine once again. I’ve been aching for this moment for at least 16 hours since the last, and first, time. Only this time it’s not just a long, still kiss. Within seconds his tongue asks for access into my mouth. The angel on my shoulder makes me hesitate. This is wrong. But it’s so fucking right. The devil, and my entire body, screams yes. His mouth; warm. The massaging sensation of his tongue sends flutters in every place possible. His hands squeeze my wrists tighter before realising them. They move to balance on the wall. Mine go to the bottom of his tee and... I realise we’re outside. In public. Where everyone and anyone can see us. I break away from his spell for a second. It’s somewhat comforting to see him breathing just as heavy as me. My right hand goes to his chest. “Fuck...” I whisper. I lean my head on the front of his shoulder. In the most adorable way, he places a soft kiss on the top of my head. He can definitely do that more often. “Do you wanna come back to mine?” He asks. What a stupid fucking question.

Luckily we were only seconds away from Monty’s place. I felt giggly the whole 3-5 minutes. It’s like I was in a trance. I heard Monty say that he dad was at work, and honestly it’s all I needed to hear. I could think about guilt, l right now, or anything other than the fact that I’ve never needed or wanted something so much in my life. So he unlocks the door. Before we can even get in the building, I turn Monty towards me and jump. My legs wrap around his waist tightly as I latch my lips onto his. This time there was nothing stopping us. Slam goes the door behind us. The wetness between my legs only grows as Monty’s hands cup my ass cheeks. Squeezing slightly, I let a small, breathy moan enter his mouth. He grunts. “Fuck, Y/N,” he mutters between our lips. It’s almost like he stepped foot on the gas. I’m not sure how, but Monty walks us up the stairs whilst we make out, all the way up to his bedroom. Maybe I should be wondering how he’s so good at this. I couldn’t care less.

My back bounces onto the bed. Our lips stay apart for only a second before his body is above mine. Hands smooth up and down from my hips to my waist. His fingers crawl to the buttons of my shorts. He stops. “Is this okay?” He asks. This is the moment. I know, just by that statement alone, that Monty is worth it. It confirms it all for me. My hands cover my mouth in awe. “I fucking love that,” I pretty much squeal. “Monty,” I speak, holding his head between my hands. “This is more than okay, I need you.” His lips attach back onto mine, and he starts undoing my shorts. I wiggle and lift my body to make it go faster, but they just don’t come off fast enough. All I keep imagining is that this is a dream. This is too crazy to be actually happening.

Just as Monty’s lips go to my neck, I hear a buzz. Is that my alarm? No. So this must be real. It is, however, Monty’s phone ringing. Monty pulls himself off of me. I reach over, pick up his phone, and see ‘Scotty’ written across the top. 1. Cute. 2. Fuck. “Imma just ignore it,” he smirks, rubbing his body back against mine. I don’t know what comes over me, but I find the strength and confidence to flip us over. I smile massively at what I’ve just accomplished. Here I am, straddling Montgomery De La Cruz. Does it get any better? His eyes look shocked. “That’s so fucking hot,” he lifts his head to lock our lips. “Shut up,” I whisper against his lips. I slide my tongue between his lips and... a phone rings. “Fuck,” I grunt frustratedly. ‘Scott’ comes across my phone this time. “Fuck, I’m gonna have to answer it,” I speak in a panic. “It’s fine just ignore him,” he reaches to grab my phone. My hand moves slowly away, making his eyes roll. “He could put 2 and 2 together and make 4,” I say simply. Shit. Act natural. “Hey Scott,” the key is to not overthink this. I won’t think about the fact that I’m in a thong straddling him best friend. Or that Monty’s fingers are tracing pattens on my ass cheeks. “Hey, have you seen Monty?” Of course. What other question would he ask? ‘I have actually. He’s currently between my legs. I could pass you on?’ But no. “No I haven’t, what’s up?” I hear a sigh through the phone. Okay Scott, just hang up now. “Bryce is looking for him. Where are you?” I put a bit of pressure on Monty’s chest with my hand, as I sign to stop, but he does not. Instead he squeezes my buttcheeks ever so slightly. This sends a rush of pleasure through my body, and a HEAVY breath out my mouth. “It sounds dodgy your end Y/N,” he laughs. I can hear the nerves in his voice. I know he’s thinking the worst, and it’s actually a reality right now. “I’m just working out.” In my head I can see Scott shake his head at my response. You’d think, as a jock, he’d understand the grind of working out and keeping fit. But no, Scott is naturally built like an athlete. “Well, enjoy that shit I guess?” His voice is uncertain. “If you do see Monty, tell him to come to the house! Bye,” before I can respond, he hangs up. I think I did it.

I let out a deep breath of relief. “Scott said that if I see you I should tell you to go to our house,” Monty pretends to throw me off him, but instead he flips us back over. “You can go if you’d like,” I mutter, slowly sticking out my bottom lip. I’m lying. My legs tighten around his body. His eyes widen. “I think I’m gonna stay with you,” he smiles, planting his lips back onto mine. He continues to kiss down my neck, just like he was before we were interrupted. “Montgomery,” I’m not sure if I regret stopping him. Theres just one thing I need more than this foreplay right now. Eyes: locked together. Fuck. He makes me nervous. I feel like it’s my first time all over again. “Can you just, like, fuck me now?” I giggle. I hardly finished my sentence before he pulls himself off me to go into a drawer. A condom. To get comfy, I move myself to his pillows. To think, a couple of days ago I woke up in this room panicking because I thought I slept with Monty. Now I’m about to.

He rummages the condom on in seconds. I’ll worry about the fact that he’s clearly very experienced later. “Is this good?” He asks. I could make a silly joke about how ‘he hasn’t started yet’. But I know exactly what he means. And it’s so fucking cute. My hands reach for the back of his head, pulling his lips onto mine for just a peck. “This is perfect.” Eyes are locked together, he leans down and rubs his nose on mine. The palpating going through my body is concerning. And somehow, just when he starts entering, it feels real. This only probably ever crossed my mind once. I steady my breathing as he pushes himself further inside me. Not a virgin, but definitely not a slut. In my opinion anyway. He notices me trying to get comfortable and plants his lips on mine for one long kiss. Humming vibrates from his lips onto mine. I want this moment to last forever.

Breath. Monty stays still for just a second, and pulls his lips away from mine. His right hand sweeps a strand of my hair out of my face. I reach my right hand up to his face, caressing his cheek and smoothing my thumb against his bottom lip. “You are,” pause, “so beautiful,” he says boldly. It wasn’t whispered. It wasn’t a question. I could hear he meant it. Montgomery De La Cruz thinks I’m beautiful. Without warning, he starts to pull out. My mouth gapes more and more. You know that point where you’re on a rollercoaster and you’re waiting for the drop... that was the anticipation for Monty to start thrusting. I’m a mess underneath him. When he does start, I feel myself coming apart at the seams already. His lips go back to mine, my arms stretch around his neck to pull him closer. Our tongues dance around. This was a ‘finally’ moment. The steadiness of the thrusts was perfection. It wasn’t rough, but it was nowhere near slow. And gentle. Everything about this boy was gentle. I don’t know if anyone has ever seen this soft Monty. I want this Monty all to myself. And right now, he’s mine. I wanted, and I needed, him as close as I could. My legs probably couldn’t wrap around his waist any tighter.

My entire being wanted to hold on for as long as I could, but this boy has some serious tricks. I feel like I’m quite stubborn so I could hold off. Monty’s right hand smooths down my hip, down my thigh, and hooks under my knee. As he lifted my leg slight higher, I knew I couldn’t hold on. “Fuck,” I pretty much squeal into his mouth as he reaches my g-spot. My abdomen bursts with excitement. My eyes glance at him biting his bottom lip very discreetly. His lips move from my lips to the side of my neck. I close my eyes for a second to just soak this moment in. I never thought I needed to feel this close to Monty. The pace increases by 2x at least, and a long lost knot begins to form in my stomach. It’s as if my body can sense the boy’s need to release. I think we’ve both been waiting for this moment for a little longer than we think we have. “Please tell me your close,” his husky voice tingles my neck. “Oh my god!” I moan loudly as my climax... finally. Connected. We continue to ride out each other’s highs. Wow.

My head lays against Monty’s chest. I know this can’t last forever. At some point I have to go home. When my heart stops racing, I sit up. “Do you regret it?” Is the first thing Monty asks. I smile to myself slightly. I shake my head slowly. “I kinda wish I did,” I shrug and turn my body towards him and cross my legs. “What do we do now?” I ask with a nervous giggle. He just stares at me. I’ve never been looked at like that before. “Scott’s gonna have to get over it. You’re too beautiful to keep it a secret,” cheesy, but fucking cuuuute. “Shut up. You’ll start making me believe it in a minute,” I push his chest lightly. Monty takes my hand and pulls me close to him. “You’re beautiful Y/N.” It’s hard to make jokes when the most handsome person is staring you dead in the eyes. My cheeks heat too quickly. “So, I heard you kinda like your best friends sister... how’s that working out for you?” I whisper. He opens his mouth, smiling massively for a second. “I actually say that I’m in love with my best friend’s sister. You should get your facts right.” A grin bigger than my head itself forms. “Wow, sassy Monty’s got,” I tease. “I mean it, Y/N. I’m in love with you.” I open my mouth to respond, but no words seems to form. I gobsmacked. Most of the times when I say I’m speechless, I’ve still got shit to say. I don’t know what to say to that. “Fuck, Monty,” I whisper. I nudge my nose against his chin. “If it turns out it’s because I look a little like Scotty, I’m gonna be pissed,” I laugh. Once again, Monty flips us over and puts his body between my legs. He put his tongue between his lips, licking them very sexily I might add. “That’s just a bonus,” my mouth drops open before pulling Monty’s lips down onto mine once again.

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Also I saw that you're into hp too, I'd like to request a hq x hp crossover please! Relationship hcs of kuroo, osamu and semi (separately) with a slytherin s/o? + bonus if there are suggestive hcs as well. I personally hc kuroo to be a fellow slytherin so I'd really appreciate it if you could assign slytherin for him! I'll leave osamu's and semi's houses to you ^^ thanks again!

ahhh this request made me so excited !! funnily enough I hc slytherin for all these babes🙈im one myself haha let's go🐍🐍🐍 this isn’t late shh

warnings: suggestive situations/language, alcohol (firewhiskey?? & substances)

Kuroo, Osamu, & Semi with a Slytherin s/o HP! AU

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Kuroo Tetsurou

he’s an example of a great slytherin leader

definitely a prefect/head boy, quidditch captain, and is in like 3 clubs. you bet he’s a favorite among professors too

he’s the stereotypical slytherin that’s good at potions, but it’s not bc he’s a slytherin it’s bc he’s an actual nerd (chemistry nerd? try potions nerd)

and he’s just generally smart and good in his classes

and so are you :) a prefect too

in fact, you’re quite popular with all the houses and the professors. most people wouldn’t guess that your slytherin based on stereotypes

Kuroo, however, recognizes what you’re really doing: creating a network for yourself, and he respects it, but he will mess with you

you actually become friends with Kenma first, knowing he’s very intelligent, which is how he hears about you other than seeing you in passing in the common room and your shared classes

the first time he speaks to you is in potions class and brings up Kenma as a common point, and continues just charming his way through the conversation

he’s just too nice. but there’s little hints of provocation in there too

so you make things fun and flirt back, but play innocent hard to get

the whole time before he actually asks you out is this back and forth witty banter and flirting that drives everyone crazy

which by the way, he keeps dropping hints that you’re going to have to ask first, but when you finally crack and start to he asks instead, making you flustered (which was his goal the whole time)

can i just say: power couple

y’all are just popular and no one knows why really?? you’re just hard to hate. it’s allll jealousy

you’re also the parents of the slytherins too. you keep em in line but also have no issue standing up to anyone

and trust me, no one wants to mess with you two. you have respect for more than one reason, and knowing a nasty hex or two is def one of them

that network i was talking about? comes in handy all the time

he’ll casually mention a specific kind of root he needs for a potion he wants to try in his extracurricular potion lessons (yes he’s that person) and you just go:

“oh Richard has a friend in ravenclaw who’s got a cousin working at a shop in Hogsmeade that gets those regularly. want me to ask?”

he’s good at getting away with his shenanigans. usually. you always catch him and never let him live it down

when he acts all cocky you know just what to say to knock him down a few pegs, or flirt up a storm that makes everyone around you gag at the sexual tension

“yes captain”

honestly, it feels like you’re the only ones who know the other completely, save for Kenma with Kuroo

he’s the type that will cast orchideous when he sees you by yourself and make flowers grow next to you before walking up and revealing himself aw <3

other students would rather hug the giant squid than get in a debate with you two, especially if you’re together. they’re feelings and egos will be permanently scarred

more pda than other slytherin x slytherin relationships. you’re not afraid to show that you belong to each other

it’ll be something like an arm around your shoulder or a kiss on the cheek as a greeting (it’s still subtle)

however,,

more than one occasion he’ll come up behind you while you’re working in the library and massage your shoulders while kissing your neck and whispering some suggestions into your ear

it looks very innocent from an outside perspective, but he makes it so hard to concentrate with his hot breath on your skin

and did i mention you’re both prefects? wow do you abuse your privilege sometimes

what’s more exciting than getting a little action in a dark secluded part of the castle by torchlight during your nightly rounds?

need i mention the bath? steamy.. Myrtle’s a blabbermouth too, so the other prefects know what’s up. but really, are they gonna stop you?

not always, of course. shared baths are some of the best times to have real talk and deep conversations

100% supportive of each other and will take over the world one day, we love to see it

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

Miya Osamu

the temptation to just make him from Durmstrang-

***i just know people will fight me for sorting him into Slytherin. it’s true that he fits in others but he’s flexible, so i stuck him here for now. i already admitted he was a hat stall calm down.

ANYWAYS

Osamu’s career as a Hogwarts student is made up of 2 things: quidditch and a secret snack and substance smuggling ring he started in his second year

the Miya twins have a reputation with quidditch just like with volleyball (Osamu is a chaser, Atsumu is a beater. great team)

(i imagine they’re pureblood too, not rlly important though. if you’re half/muggleborn, enjoy teaching his clueless ass about basic muggle society)

you’re another proud and competitive slytherin, who somehow has dirt on anyone and everyone

you’re on the quidditch team too, even better. that’s where you grow close to the twins at first, making you guys a power trio in your own right. quidditch dream team <3

not only do you spend a lot of time together, getting to know each other intimately as teammates (beyond the facades) and allowing his feelings to grow slowly yet surely, but Atsumu is also there to provoke and make Osamu subconsciously jealous when he gets feelings

you’re great at talking Atsumu in circles, which frustrates him and amuses Osamu

(more than once the twins have gotten into pseudo-duels and nearly burned the quidditch stands to the ground. lucky your common room is in a stone dungeon omfg)

you obv know about his snack business, initiating a bit of blackmail to get him to do favors for you, but all in good fun. eventually one of those favors is a date ;)

it’s a quiet relationship, not an in-your-face one, but no one can deny the chemistry,, it’s almost suffocating itself

he’d messed around a little, but they never lasted more than a week. so when he realized you’d hit the month mark he was (internally) “oh shit”

you go on Hogsmeade dates all the time <3 he actually laughs when you get a butterbeer foam mustache. it was an accident the first time, now you do it on purpose ;)

you become a business partner for his smuggling ring. your blackmail means you’ve got lots of people under your thumb and lots of favors available to call in. he also trusts your judgement

fangirls are always jealous, but merlin help them if they confront you. if they’re lucky you’ll roll your eyes and ignore them, but usually you’ll decimate them with words and leave them in the dust. you also know how to hex and get away with it (just blame someone else duh)

yeah rumors happen and it’s annoying, bc you really don’t need people staring at you all the time, but neither you or Osamu even address it

both of you are invited to Slughorn’s parties along with Atsumu, you’re that couple

you’re staring someone down and he comes from behind and snakes (ha) his arms around your waist, glaring at them over your shoulder. 11/10 terrifying

sitting in the courtyard talking to your friends, your head on his lap while he plays with your hair

sneaking into the kitchens together. once you tried some cooking charms and the next day everyone’s eggs were neon green at breakfast...oops?

holding hands while you walk through the hallways and the crowd parts around you

Atsumu is secretly bitter his brother has such a cool s/o and he has yet to have a serious relationship, so he’ll bother & tease the two of you a lot to cope smh

though you don’t show it in public and often give off a tough front instead, behind closed doors you’re actually very loving and committed to one another

favorite places for ~special~ time? quidditch locker room & your dorm

you find excuses to stay behind after practice together. your teammates used to think it was just a coincidence until they finally caught on (not that they’d tattle. if you get caught that’s your business)

imo Osamu would probably be willing to try involving charms in some way during sexy times. a spark on your skin, binding, whatever. most of them are one-offs but it’s the thought that counts ig

there’s an unspoken rule in the slytherin boys dorm to stick a drooble’s gum wrapper on the door of the dorm to tell the others to stay out, but Osamu doesn’t trust anyone so he prefers hanging out in your room. it’s quieter and your roommates know not to try anything <3

he smuggles in some firewhiskey and other stuffs for you two to enjoy by yourselves <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

Semi Eita

(debated with gryffindor for him, but ultimately decided nahh)

Semi is less of the sly and underhanded slytherin and more of the ambitious and self-assured kind

idk why, but i’m feeling a love-hate to friendly competition to friends to lovers ?? don’t ask ajsldkf

you’re a top student, mostly bc of your charm though. no one knows if your good grades are real (they are, but it doesn’t hurt being the teacher’s favorite)

though you hop around friend circles, you don’t have a solid group. sort of an outcast in that way

he knows you exist, but no one really expects much from you. aha, big mistake

every single time you sweep everyone in classes, one way or another, you come out on top (hey i won’t question your methods) and oh does it piss him off. you’ve hit a competitive nerve my friend,, little bit of envy too :/

he confronts you, but you evade, maybe with a little challenge or provocation

from then on it’s just little jabs at each other. he corrects your stirring technique. you return the favor in transfiguration with his wrist motion

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

he ends up partnering with you in potions, just to see your tricks up close i swear. he didn’t realize that meant he’d see different sides of you when you study. the way you mingle with everyone intrigues and fascinates him, and slowly curiosity takes the place of spite

he saw you prank a gryffindor into drinking babbling beverage, and it was the first time he saw a genuine smile from you (even if it was a little malicious)

slowly your relationship shifts as you learn more about each other. you’re more than a suspected cheater and he’s more than a hotheaded jock

you two are the definition of “are you flirting or starting a fight?”

both of you are super super stubborn and too proud to admit feelings for each other sigh, cue slytherin bff tendou to the rescue. count on him for some elaborate scheme to finally get you two together. thank god

once you are together, you’re inseparable

you send each other messages on paper birds charmed to fly to the other, wherever they are. it’s gotten you in trouble a few times (Snape will read them out loud, just bc you’re slytherin doesn’t mean you’re spared embarrassment)

you are in charge of his outfits if you ever go on casual dates to Hogsmeade. sorry eita it’s not a debate <3

he’s super fcking protective, and has a bit of a jealous streak. scary when irritated, but no more than you are

most loyal freaking couple ever though

you’ll have heated debates with each other that from the outside look like you’re fighting but five minutes later you’re chilled out on the common room couch reading a book together, him reading over your shoulder as you sit between his legs

deep conversations late at night in the common room, watching the giant squid & cuddling by the fireplace

love talking about your dreams and aspirations, joking about taking over the world together <3

though it takes some convincing for him on your part, you’re great at sneaking out and not getting caught. you know the secret passages like the back of your hand thanks to being stuck in the dungeons, and like hell rules are going to keep you from enjoying what you want

Hogsmeade, down by the black lake/boathouse at night, and your favorite spot, the astronomy tower <3

you’ll go up there at night, casting sparks from your wand that decorate the air like hovering stars, and just enjoy the beauty of magic and each other

the first time you were almost caught, you ended up in a snug secret passage, and that was your first kiss

sometimes you’re almost caught and then it’s a nice flashback to that time

low on pda outside of holding hands, but get a little firewhiskey and you’re all over each other

late night study sessions in the library that often turn into makeout sessions when you’re finally alone what can i say, the possibility of getting caught is exciting

a big part of your relationship is impressing and inspiring each other every day. you understand each others’ passions and habits, and you’re constantly keeping each other in check while also pushing yourselves to be better (tbh top tier slytherin x slytherin dynamic)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。・゜✭・.・✫

a/n: anyone want a fic out of these?? omfg please send more harry potter or au in general

#sorry this took so long i wanted it to be good #kuroo tetsuro #miya osamu #semi eita #kuroo tetsuro x reader #miya osamu x reader #semi eita x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu harry potter #harry potter au #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #semi x reader

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