#the way David blushes; the giggling; the looking down

[ingravinoveritas]

Michael talking about being in the nude while David is wearing a kimono and lying in bed. This is very normal...

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[semiweirdshipper]

Killer reactions to a legally blind reader who had their glasses stolen from them during a trial. (Part two).

Notes: Non-binary reader. Warnings for minor, non-graphic violence and character injury.

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Ji-woon

He saw you struggling to walk through the forest, your arms spread out and feet stuttering in caution. Concern invaded, and he quickly ran up to you. When he noticed that you didn't have your glasses on, he asked suspiciously, "Where are your glasses?"

Ji-woon watched as you gasped and tensed up as if expecting an attack, and he frowned in dejection. "Uh? Don't be afraid," He reached down to gently grab your hand, saying reassuredly, "I'll help you escape, yes?"

"You... You'll help me? Really?" You timidly asked, your body still tense, "But... Why?"

"Oh," Ji-woon giggled, grinning big and blushing, "You are my favorite. I like you."

Seeing you gape like a fish caused Ji-woon to giggle even more in fondness and amusement. "You're so cute, (y/n)," He slowly guided you over to some boxes and had you sit down on one, "Wait here. I'll be back soon, uh?"

"O-ok," You nodded, hiding your bashful face, "Thank you."

Man, you were so freakin adorable. Ji-woon grinned maliciously and took off, his blood running hot with vengeance. Vengeance that didn't take but ten minutes to achieve, especially whenever he discovered your glasses broken in David's pocket. Those no good rats.

Returning to your side, Ji-woon reached out for your hand again and smiled, "Ready?"

"Yes," You say softly, blushing as he let you use him for support, "Thank you again."

Ji-woon puffed his chest out in pride. "Anything for you, aleumdaun."

Pinhead/Elliot Spencer

He felt the calling of the lament and, realizing that it was you who was summoning him, he immediately teleported to your location. When he arrived, he spotted you shyly standing near a pallet, your exposed eyes squinted harshly as you cautiously stood your ground.

"You solved the lament configuration," Elliot tilted his head in curiosity and hidden surprise, "But to what cause?"

You hesitated, looking fretful, "You... You said that if I solved the box then I... I would get a reward? Well... I-I want my glasses back. Please? Nea stole them."

A glimmer of a smirk shown within Elliot's piercing black eyes, "You have become bold, I see. Are you to assume that 'returning your glasses' is all I have in mind for you?"

"I..." You gaped, looking horrified and regretful, like you were imagining him torturing you, "I..."

"Stay here," Elliot demanded and briefly turned away. He was able to locate Nea, hook her and retrieve your glasses. When he returned to you, you had the most defeated, hopeless expression on your face, and it tore at his soul.

"I suppose the full extent of your reward can wait until another time," He said in a much more soothing tone than what he usually used, and he handed you your glasses. "I do not enjoy witnessing you treated with disrespect."

Fiddling with your glasses for a moment, you slid them on and looked up at him with flattered yet timid eyes, "Thank you, Elliot. Maybe... Maybe next time?"

Elliot smirked and swiftly turned around to leave, "I will be waiting."

Evan

He saw you walking around calling out for Jake to give you your glasses back and, at first, he chose to ignore you. Surely soon Jake would return them to you. Well...

Apparently not.

Several times Evan had crossed paths with you only to see you struggling every single time, looking lost and helpless. It pulled at his heart and made him angry. How could anyone treat you this way?

Remembering that it was Jake you were calling out for, Evan went and found the traitor, killed him and retrieved your glasses. Then he found you respectfully working on a generator. God... He liked you too dang much.

When you noticed him approaching, you tensed up and bowed your head in miserable acceptance. "Here, darlin'," Evan said, lifting your glasses out, "Think you're missin' these."

"Huh?" You blinked at him, the sight of your exposed eyes doing things to him. Taking your glasses back, you slid them on your face, stammering in gratitude, embarrassment and fear, "Th-thank you. Really. I'm... I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize," Evan took a few steps back to help ease your anxiety, "Ain't no one got an excuse good 'nough to treat ya that way."

You whimpered, covering your cheeks with your palms. So adorable. "Thank you."

Evan smiled beneath his mask and turned away, damming Jake for his shenanigans and yet also thanking him at the same time. Let's just say, he really enjoyed this trial.

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

He doesn't know much about human anatomy but he does know that those glass things help you see. He's also good at sensing distress and emotional turmoil, and during this trial you were utterly decomposed unlike usual.

And the Executioner does not appreciate it when his favorite human is in distress, especially when the distress is caused by other guilty, shameful humans.

Leaving you be to your objectives, The Executioner lurks around hooking and searching for something he doesn't quite understand. It's difficult to navigate who has your glasses exactly, and he really does search. He tears apart clothes, he breaks fingers and he even shakes the survivors, but to no avail.

Eventually he hooks the third survivor Claudette and searches for you, discovering you hiding amongst some pillars. When you notice him approaching, you gasp and run straight first into a wall.

With all hope lost, you crouch down and begin to hopelessly cry, humiliation, sadness and frustration steaming from your body.

The Executioner walked closer, stopping before you and bending forward as much as he was capable of. He then dropped an object into your lap.

You jostled in shock, your eyes going wide when you felt what exactly the object was. Glasses. But... Not your glasses. "These... These are Claudettes?" You ask, slipping on the tiny glasses. They barely helped you to see, honestly.

But they would be good enough, and you were grateful for his generosity, "Thank you."

Proud and satisfied, the Executioner nodded, took a few steps away and gazed back at you. Come on. The hatch isn't going to find itself.

Wesker

You're his favorite survivor, so he searches for you first only to find you getting laughed at by Quintin. He had your glasses. You were struggling to chase him, putting up quite a fight until he purposely tripped you and sent you falling face first to the ground.

Oh. Oh, that boy was so done for. Wesker's eyes burned orange, and he flew up to the treacherous nobody, jamming him with uroboros. Quintin screamed and dropped your glasses. Wesker picked them up and finished chasing the coward, hooking him shortly.

By the time he returned to you, he was amused to see you standing and searching around, obviously focused and self-aware. "Tis a pity you can be taken advantage of so easily, (y/n)," Wesker said, twirling your glasses around, "I almost feel sorry for you."

He eagerly awaited a snappy, passionate reaction from you, but was ultimately met with deafening silence. You weren't even looking at him, your head bowed, hands gripping a barrel and your face twisting with hatred and shame.

It was as if you expected the worst out of everyone including him.

"What will I get if I return them to you?" Wesker asked, stepping closer.

You mumbled back, "Just kill me, Wesker. I'm done."

Out of all his time here, Wesker had never, ever seen you give up. It made him... Concerned. "How long has this been going on?" He stopped beside you and handed you your glasses back.

You were taken aback by his kindness and consideration, and you went to put your glasses back on, "A while."

"Well then," Wesker smirked, aching to touch your face, "I suppose we'll need to put a stop to this. Won't we?"

Max

He doesn't really understand what's going on at first. All he knows is that you're really, really struggling. The only reason he can think why is because you didn't have your glasses. Why though? Where were they?

Hesitant, shy and nervous, Max tries his hardest to avoid hooking you. There is one time, however, that he hears you calling out for Feng to give you your glasses back. Ah ha. So Feng took them. That monster. How could she do this?

Max then makes it his number-one priority to catch Feng and return your glasses. It doesn't take him long, but when he throws her over his shoulder, he hears a distinct crack, and panics. Oh... No...

Dropping Feng unceremoniously, Max searches her hoodie and finds your shattered glasses. Noooooooo! No, he broke your glasses. Ah, what was he supposed to do? You were gonna be so mad at him and upset, and you wouldn't be able to see, and he felt so bad. Just- ahhh!

He let you down. Max growled in distress, his chest aching. He really, really let you down. Oh, he was so sorry.

But he wasn't going to hide from you despite every nerve in his body wanting him too. Instead, he killed the rest of the survivors, deserted his chainsaw and hammer, and timidly approached you.

Whenever you noticed him, you covered your face and awaited pain, but felt none. Sensing that he was close, you gaped and whimpered, "Max?"

Wow, your eyes were really pretty. Max blushed, his chest filling with butterflies. He walked forward and gently tapped on your forearm.

"What?" You whispered softly, "I-I can't see, I-I'm sorry."

Even though it hurt him to speak, Max managed to say "hatch". You looked at him with utter gratitude, grabbing onto his offered arm and saying shyly, "Thank you, Max. I-I really appreciate it."

Max smiled and growled happily. Good grief, the 'butterflies'.

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Nympho! Reader who never wants to stop having sex after her and Dave take each other’s virginity and wants him to get her pregnant so they can start their family early. **also, lactating can start as early in a pregnancy as a few weeks

“Dave, stop it!” You whine, tugging on his shirt as he leaned over the table looking at ads that were put out saying ‘NOW HIRING’ in big letters. “We bought a house and daddy’s covering the bills for a year, you don’t need to work!”

We didn’t buy a house, your family bought a house for you both to live in. You were a daddy’s girl, and whatever you wanted, your father was surely going to get it for you no matter how much of a dent it put into his extremely deep pockets. Your father didn’t necessarily like Dave, but he didn’t necessarily dislike him either - he just wanted you to be happy.

Dave wanted you to be happy too, he really did, or he wouldn’t have proposed right after graduation. He was looking for a job so that he didn’t live up to your family's expectations of being a horrible person for you to marry. Dave truly did want you to be happy with him, and make sure your parents loved him just as much as you did - not in the same way though, of course.

"I'm almost done, baby, let me just put in this application in." Dave mumbled, inhaling as you slowly came behind him, rubbing his shoulders as you pressed soft kisses to his neck.

"Come on baby, we have stuff to get to remember? I'm ovulating and I found positions for us to try because missionary gets boring," you whispered, your hands pushing down his shirt as you looked over his shoulder at the applications. "You as a firefighter would be pretty hot."

"I don't know about that, honey," he whispered back with a sigh. "You got to go to school and training and whatever."

"What about that?" You suggest, tapping the position for an IT technician. "My daddy said they need one at his company. He can get you a good salary."

Dave shook his head, sighing. "No baby, I don't want any more handouts from your dad. I think a weapons dealer would be hot, don't you?"

You laughed, shaking your head as you tapped another square about the military. "What about that?"

"How would I be able to do that-"

"You being Kick-Ass and not having pain sensors in most of your body," you responded, giggling. "Come on, I would make an amazing military wife. Now put those up..." you pushed the magazines to the side, humming. "And come put a baby in me."

Dave swallowed as you grabbed his wrist, tugging him to your shared room as easily opened the door before jumping on the bed. "So, the article said that if I leaned over the bed a little bit, the sperm will find its way past the cervix quicker because of gravity. Do you think that's true?"

Dave blushed, shrugging. "I-I mean... gravity is real?"

You giggled, sitting up only to slip off your clothes before your stomach started to twist. You burped softly, covering your mouth before rushing to the bathroom and leaning over the toilet. You groaned loudly as you vomited into the toilet, Dave immediately following you and pulling back your hair while holding your shoulder.

For fucks sake, was this it?

When you finally stopped, he passed you a water bottle he got from your shared bedroom, watching as you swashed the water in your mouth before gurgling it and spitting it out. "David, give me a test."

"Y-Yes ma'am," he pulled out the drawer, grabbing you one of the tests as you stood and flushed the toilet, quickly doing your business and cleaning yourself up before flushing and pacing. "Y/N, honey, it's going to be okay."

"I want to be pregnant, Dave," you whisper, inhaling as you push back his hair. "I want to be pregnant with your baby, want to have so many babies with you. I want to be a mommy, Dave."

"You'll be an amazing mommy," Dave assured you, holding your hips as he stared down at your tits. They were already fuller; you had said that lactation can start as early as three weeks after talking to your gynecologist. "Such an amazing mommy."

You paused, looking down at your tits with a slight smile. "Do you want to see if it's... happening?"

He blushed, shaking his head. "I-I don't... I don't think that's right, honey."

"Why does it matter? They're not born yet, they don't need it," you whisper, smiling as you looked back. "Shall we see if it's true?"

"Of course."

You turned around and gasped, squealing. "I'm pregnant!"

Holy shit.

You jumped into his open arms, giggling as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, Dave spinning you around in excitement. "We're going to be parents! You're going to be a mommy, holy shit," Dave laughed as you stroked his cheeks. "You're going to be the most amazing mommy ever."

"And you're going to be the best daddy ever," you giggled, smiling as his hands ghost the sides of your tummy, eyes trained on your pretty tits. "Want to see if it's happening? We could celebrate with it."

"What, are you going to be my mommy too?" He teased, watching as your cheeks started to tint, smiling down at him. "Oh."

"Well come on. I'm going to be a mommy soon, I should get used to someone calling me that."

Maybe that's how you got here, Dave sucking on your tits as his hips rutted uncontrollably against yours, desperate to be deeper inside of you. "F-Fuck mommy, fuck, you taste so good, I need more."

You were so out of it, your hips unconsciously bucking into his in desperation to cum, to get that high as his hands paw at your tits, squeezing and letting his thumbs glide over your nipples. "I-It's early, Dave, maybe there's not much!"

He had been sucking and pinching, making you cum at least three times just from his work on your tits, oversensitivity flooding your entire body. Every thrust he made had you seeing white, every slide of his thumbs along your hard, pebbled nipple making your eyes roll back, each drag of his cock along your walls and his tip hitting what felt like your cervix.

"You said constant stimulation will make it produce more, right? Please, please mommy, I need more," he groaned, cursing when none was squeezed out of your tit. "Fuck!"

"D-Dave, there's no more, fuck! Just wait, wait a few minutes." You whimpered, staring down at your swollen nipples, gasping when he pulled it back into his mouth.

"Just a little longer, mommy? Please?"

You inhaled, sighing. "Okay."

What kind of mom would you be if you said no, hm?

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[mtmpossession]

Someone New, Someone Better

Aaron Bradford, son of one of the wealthiest business owners in Australia, was the quintessential party boy. He was known for his excessive spending, luxurious travels, and extravagant dinners at the most expensive restaurants. He also had a penchant for collecting women, never shy about flaunting his good looks and charm. As Aaron traveled the world, he could often be seen behind the wheel of the latest car models or riding on expensive Vespas. His unique style and taste for the finer things in life made him stand out wherever he went.

Unfortunately, his father, Robert Bradford, was growing tired of Aaron's antics and lack of motivation to work for the family business. In a fit of exasperation, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He summoned his new intern, David Caballero, and gave him a simple yet important task: find Aaron and report back on his whereabouts.

David, eager to impress his new boss and hopefully move up the ranks, accepted the challenge with determination. He began his search for Aaron, tracking him down to a beach in Botany Bay. There, he found Aaron lounging on a beach towel, surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women. Aaron wore red shorts that accentuated his chiseled and muscular body, a sight that left David feeling both envious and a bit resentful.

As he watched Aaron lazily laugh with his entourage, David couldn't help but wonder why someone with such a charmed life would waste it away partying all the time. It was then that he felt a tug on his shirt. Startled, he turned around to find a mysterious old man standing behind him. The man wore a fedora and sunglasses, giving him an air of secrecy and intrigue.

"You must be David," the old man said in a gravelly voice. "I've been expecting you." He held out his hand, revealing a small wooden amulet in the shape of a boomerang. "Take this. It will help you achieve everything you desire."

David hesitantly took the amulet, his curiosity getting the better of him. "What do you mean, everything I desire?" he asked, feeling a strange energy emanating from the amulet.

"Oh, I think you know what I mean," the old man replied with a knowing smile. "But if you insist, let's just say that it's within your grasp now. Go on, use it. See what happens."

Before David could say anything else, the old man disappeared into the crowd. He stood there for a moment, the amulet in his hand, feeling both excited and apprehensive. He knew he should report back to Robert Bradford, but something about the amulet made him curious.

David closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He imagined himself in Aaron's shoes, living the life he always wanted but never thought he could have. The thought was intoxicating, and before he knew it, he found himself reaching out to touch the amulet. As soon as his fingers made contact with the wood, the world around him shifted.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the same beach in Botany Bay, but now he was the one lying on the beach towel, surrounded by beautiful women. He felt a surge of energy course through his veins as he realized that he was now in Aaron's body. His muscles ached with pleasure, and he could feel the heat of the sun on his skin. But more than that, he could sense the power that came with being Aaron Bradford.

David sat up, taking in the view of the ocean and the women surrounding him. He felt like he could do anything he wanted. He stood up, flexing his muscles, and threw his head back, letting out a roar of laughter. The women around him giggled and blushed, their eyes fixed on his chiseled chest and toned arms. He felt invincible.

He walked back to the beach house, a luxurious mansion that had been in the Bradford family for generations. The sand was warm and soft beneath his feet as he made his way inside. The house was filled with expensive art and antique furniture, a testament to the family's wealth and influence. He couldn't help but feel a sense of ownership as he walked through the halls, admiring the priceless works of art and the breathtaking views of the ocean from every room.

David made his way to Aaron's private quarters, his heart racing with anticipation. The bed was huge, with plush pillows and soft, satin sheets. On the nightstand was a crystal decanter filled with expensive scotch and a bowl of expensive, exotic cigars. He sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling a familiar ache growing in his groin. He reached down, undid his shorts, and freed his erection.

As he began to stroke himself, he couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control. It wasn't just about masturbating; it was about asserting his dominance over Aaron's body. He thought about all the things he could do now, all the women he could have, all the money and influence he could wield. The more he thought about it, the harder he got.

He imagined himself walking into a high-stakes business meeting, wearing one of Aaron's tailored suits, commanding the room with his presence. He could hear the respect and awe in everyone's voices as they addressed him as Mr. Aaron Bradford. He pictured himself making deals, forging alliances, and expanding the family's empire.

As he continued to stroke himself, he felt the familiar tightening in his balls and knew that he was about to cum. He groaned, his hips bucking as he shot thick ropes of semen across Aaron's abs. The hot liquid splattered against the defined muscles, leaving a sticky trail.He lay back on the bed, panting heavily, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He looked down at his hand, still wrapped around his softening cock, and smiled. He couldn't believe he had just cum in Aaron's body. It was a feeling unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

He stood up and walked over to the bathroom, opening the shower door. The warm water cascaded down his chest, washing away the remnants of his orgasm. He stepped into the shower, enjoying the feel of the water on his skin.

As he lathered up with Aaron's luxurious soap, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had successfully taken over Aaron's body, and now he was going to live the rest of the day as him. He grinned to himself, wondering what sort of mischief he could get into next.

After rinsing off, he reached for a towel and dried off. He then put on Aaron's favourite Grey joggers, feeling the soft fabric hug his legs. He admired himself in the mirror.

With a newfound confidence, he decided to take a selfie. He posed in front of the mirror, striking Aaron's signature smoldering look. He snapped the photo, and to his surprise, it actually looked pretty good. He couldn't believe he was able to pull off Aaron's charisma even like this.

5 months later:

David left his old life behind him and fully embraced his new identity. He threw himself into his work at the company, making sure to keep Robert happy and impressed. He made important connections, closed lucrative deals, and expanded the family's empire. It was as though he had been born to do this.

He found himself falling into the rhythm of Aaron's life, adapting to the luxurious lifestyle with ease. He began to understand the weight of responsibility that came with being the next in line of such a powerful family. He made sure to uphold Aaron's reputation, both in business and in the high society circles .

As time passed, David felt more and more at home in Aaron's body. He even began to think of himself as Aaron, as if he had always been this person. The memories of his old life seemed distant and hazy, like a dream from another lifetime. He had truly become someone new, someone better.

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[justjams2003]

Fast Pace- 8

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

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Part 7~Part 9 (coming soon)

He likely doesn’t even realise you’re awake. Not that you mind, after all, he’d just gotten out from the shower. His finely cut muscles, like the David statue, has water running down from the top of his broad shoulders all the way down to his v-line. That towel hangs incredibly low and every time he moves it threatens to fall.  

He stands in front of the closet, trying to decide what to wear. “Are you enjoying the show?” His voice is rough, you can see his eyes slide over to you, and a huge blush coats your cheeks. On instinct you pull the covers up to hide your face. He tsks and walks over to you, and lightly pulls down the sheets. “Didn’t I tell you not to hide your face from me?”  

You giggle, “You look quite handsome for an old man.” He groans and rolls his eyes. “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” You hum as a reply, “I like it when you talk Spanish to me.” You use his own words against him. He shakes his and grabs some clothes from the closet. “Go get ready, dormilona.”  

You sigh and push the sheets to the side. “Why, anything particular planned for today?” You ask watching each reaction. “Oh yeah, you have big plans for today. Me? I have nothing but boring meetings and practising.” He shrugs, pulling the shirt over his head. “Poor thing, are you sure I can’t company you?” You ask, holding out your hand for him to take, still sitting like a princess on the bed.  

He does just that, gently caressing your knuckles. “No, mi niña bonita. You’re in Italy, I want you to enjoy it. Plus, I have a surprise for you.” He winks, shooing you out the bed only for you to return soon after wearing a matching set. Light white linen, short button up top and short skirt with a comfortable pair of flats. Of course, with your new Prada bag close by.  

“Wow, wow, wow, don’t you look beautiful?” He says, taking your hand and allowing you to spin, before he slowly places kisses all the way up your arm to your shoulder. Your hair is pulled up with the claw clip he got you, leaving clear space for his lips to find a home there. “Deberías ser adorado. Debería haber santuarios y estatuas en tu nombre. Me aseguraré de que seas un Sainz, para que los que me aman, te amen aún más.” 

You furrow your brows, “You speak words that I cannot understand but your eyes say so much more than your mouth ever will.” It’s true, he looks to be madly in love, obsessed even. His eyes fall on your frame as if he is seeing a god for the first time. His eyes go from chocolate brown to that of a pitch-black night. Stars in his eyes.  

“You will understand, soon enough,” he winks and then asks, “Do you have everything?” You smile and nod, opening your back only to see your phone and some lip-gloss. Your wallet is their too, but inside is only your ID, your driver's licence and a credit card you haven’t used in two weeks now.  

“Good.” Then he takes your hand in his and to you, you’re only thinking you’re going for a walk, for breakfast. Yet, when you exit the hotel, you can see just what Carlos meant when he said the Ferrari fans go big. They’re surrounding the hotel, there were fans yesterday too, but you can only assume the closer it gets to the weekend the more there will be.  

“Keep your head down.” He says, pulling out his sunglasses and in one smooth move puts them on. He seems like someone else entirely. His demeanour is different. His hand is wrapped around your waist, his grip firm and even tight. His jaw is locked tight, and his whole personality is so much suaver.  

It does something to you, the way he takes control. Guides you through the crowd, still waving and giving attention to the fans but at the same time he is untouchable. And now, you are too. Cameras are flashing and people are screaming his name...and yours too. It sends a thrill down your spine and instead of keeping your head low like he said, you keep your head high.  

Carlos guides you into the car, and still careful of the people, he drives off. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. A bright smile is smeared on your face. “What are you smiling about, chica guapa?” He asks, his hands smooth on the gear box. The way he sits back on the chair is something you could watch forever and ever.  

“That was so cool, you were so cool, I felt so cool. Appelez cela un rêve appelé vrai.” You sigh, stabilizing your beating heart by fixing your hair. “You enjoy that?” His dark brows knot and you nod with a bright smile. “Don’t you?” This is part of his job; doesn't he love his job?  

He shakes his head, “I really do appreciate the fans but sometimes eh…” You can't help but let your mouth hang open in shock. He raises his brow at you. “Carlos. Those people out there make your career. You're the only way that they might ever get a taste of the life. They live through you. I find it thrilling,” you explain, and it does seem to have made an impact on him.  

“Like, back home, idols are an escape from reality. Seeing these people on, living the life you can only dream of, makes you hopeful that maybe someday you could be them. It might never happen for some, but even then, it helps you get out of the bed in the morning.” Like always he’s hanging onto your every word.  

He pulls up to a really fancy looking car shop. Luxury vehicles you can only ever dream of displayed in all sorts of ways. The people who work here greet you both with utmost respect, they too look for anything they can do for you. You can't help but look around, taking in the beauty of some of these cars. Hand crafted leather seats expertly painted and worked on for years.  

“You like?” Carlos asks, his hand falling on the curve of your waist. You noticed it instantly, after last night his touches have become more frequent. Not that you mind, in fact each time he places a kiss on your shoulder, or grabs your hand, you can feel the lightning course through you. The power of a thousand horses making their way through your stomach.  

“My dad would go crazy.” You mutter, thinking of all the times your father would call out the exact name and model of a car as you passed. “But do you like it?” Carlos' brows furrow, you can see he worries and can tell he was excited to show you. “Of course, it just feels so crazy. I never thought in a million years I could ever even be this close to the cars I see on my feed all the time.” You mutter, your hand on his chest as you take it all in.  

He smirks, “Pick one.” His words are so simple and easy. You'd think he's asking you to say if you wanted chicken or beef. “Pick one?” The words fall from your mouth and feel like a thousand butterflies on your tongue. He nods, “Any one, I'll rent it for the day or even the whole week if you wanted.” He shrugs, also gazing at all the magnificent cars.  

He lets go, allowing to roam and decide which one. Then you spot it, in the very back of the show room. You don't know the name, the model or anything important. You just know, this is the one. “Ahh, yes, the Ferrari R8 Spider.” The front man begins speaking, listing off all the special features but you're not listening. All you see are hearts and stars.  

“This one?” You can call out his deep voice and accent out of a million voices. “Yes, I don't need to see any other one.” You beam up at him and you can see he too is excited about it. “Should've known you'd always find the Ferrari,” you nod, appreciating each and every grove of the car.  

While the people set up all the paperwork, Carlos pulls you to the side. He pulls out his wallet and then hands you his Black Amex card. “What's this?” You ask him, holding the card gently as if you're cradling a baby. “You've never seen one before?” He asks, his brows pulled together but still teasing. “I want you to go to Milan and shop your heart out. No limit.” He sends you a wink and you feel your knees grow weak.  

“You can't be serious.” The words are like lead on your tongue. What on earth is he doing? “Of course, why would I joke?” He's dead serious. Carlos is dead serious about this. “No limit?” You ask one more time just to make sure you didn't hear wrong. “There are two conditions.” You nod, not even caring if he says you have to go down on your knees.  

“Otis and Brutis stay with you at all times.” He then points his thumb to the two massive bodyguards waiting just outside the shop. A whine escapes your mouth, and you push out your bottom lip more than ever before. “No, they're such a drag.” You whine, grabbing onto his polo shirt. “They will follow you, wherever you go.” His voice is stern but still you fight.  

You know that it's for your safety, but you can't help but feel like a criminal. Someone who should be watched at all times, like you're being babysat. A thought plays in your mind, the perfect way to get him to change his mind. “Daddy, please don't make me take those oafs with.” You give him your best puppy eyes, the word now feeling much more comfortable on your tongue.  

His reaction is priceless. You can see the internal struggle in his mind. His hand reaches up, gently caressing your lips, you can see he so wants you. “Fuck…” a glimmer of hope, his resolve seems to have cracked. That sure was easy. “No, absolutely none-negotiable. They stay with you at all times.” Perhaps you are a child, because right now you feel like throwing a tantrum.  

“But you said-” he laughs, and interrupts you. “As much as that word coming from you, makes me want to fuck you right here on the display floor, it doesn't mean you automatically get what you want. Manners are good from a cosita dulce like you, but your safety always come first.” No wonder his eyes are stormy like that. You're certain that your panties are as wet as can be and that you're red like a tomato.  

He can tell you're left speechless and continued with his conditions. “Be back before dinner, and I want a fashion show when I get home.” With that, he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead and then proceeds to pay the deposit for the car rental. Leaving you a soaked mess, absolutely hungry for his bones. You will get him back for that. 

Us Weekly: 

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend and his girlfriend spotted outside the Hotel de la Villa.”  

Glamour: 

“Carlos Sainz’ girlfriend spotted driving a Ferrari in Milan.”  

Mirror:  

“Y/N Y/S/N spotted spending big in Milan.”  

30 000 Dollars. The excitement to see her in that 30 000 made me rock hard all day. Some of them she posted on her story, which I keep track of religiously. But I know for a fact that that couldn’t be all of it. I saw the news articles; it gave me a great sense of pride seeing them finally call her by her name and not just as my girl.  

I made sure to make is home as quick as possibly, though, I don’t find her in her room or even mine. That is until, I ask the guards.  

The sight is truly delicious. It makes me disgusted by the pure amount of clothes I’m wearing, or the fact that these two idiots even dare look or be around her. Her arms are hanging lazily onto the side of the hot tub, her eyes staring out at the view of Italy. But the bikini she’s wearing should be illegal.  

It’s bright red, with delicate knots holding the thing together. One small tug and it will fall right off. Her body is so soft, her curves fill the bikini perfectly. Her hair in one of the claw clips that I bought her, messy and lazily done. Some of her locks falling out of place, making her neck look so ready to be kissed. Her waist curves and I just want to rip the damn thing off. 

“Leave,” my voice is stern and deeper than I thought it would be. She turns by the sound of my voice, and lightly treads her way to me. A huge looking cocktail in one hand, more than half empty. “Bonjour mon Carlito,” she winks at me, and I groan at her words. Where did she hear that, or is it the alcohol speaking?  

I bend down next to the hot tub. “Hola, mi niña bonita.” Her cheeks go red, “How many of these have you had?” I ask, referring to the mixed cocktail. She shrugs, “This is the first, but the night is still young.” I tsk and shake my head. “You know the deal, niña pequeña,” she whines and pushes out her bottom lip.  

I tsk and shake my head. “In any case, you have to show me what you got.” My finger gently caresses her cheek. After the night that she joined me in the bed, everything changes. Clearly, she is ready for more. Ready for the next step, even just a small one. More touches, more kisses on her cheek or her neck. Perhaps even a week or two from now, a kiss on the lips.  

Again, she pouts. My fingers find that bottom lip of her, if I kiss her now, there will be no wait. “Daddy, please come join me.” How on earth could I ever say no to eyes like that. That beg and plead and want. Those eyes that I could never in a million years say no to. I gently place a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll go change.” A wide smile covers her lips and her eyes sparkle.  

I’m quick, not even 5 minutes. The bubbles are a nice temperature, no hotter than the weather but no colder than 26 degrees Celsius. My hands instantly find her waist, she’s gazing at the view again. You can see the towns and people and far away mountains and farmlands. I don’t care about any of that.  

All I can think about is the feeling of her waist under my hand. Her back against my chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath. The sweet, sweet smell of her. Sickly sweet ripe berries, hot honey on the tongue and home. She’d be such a good mother, if she and I... then she’d never be able to leave me.  

“What are you thinking about?” Her voice is like angels in my ears. I tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, mostly just to feel her down-like skin. “You, I’m always thinking about you.” Her cheeks are pink but still a smirk is on her face. “You get this faraway look, somewhere special where I can’t possibly be.”  

I can only shake my head at her conclusion. “No, mi amor, you are my special place.” She giggles, the sound of fairies being born. “I’ve seen the interviews, years before we met you still have the same other dimension look.” She looks to chuff with herself. “That’s because I’ve been dreaming of someone like you since forever.”  

She laughs out loud, her head falling back and her drink almost tipping over. “You’re smooth, Mr Sainz.” Her words are music to my ears. The urge to kiss her is so strong. Instead, I make do with the sweet spot on her collarbone. “They do call me the smooth operator.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Full of yourself, aren’t you?”  

“How can’t I be, with such a beautiful lady sharing a hot tub with me. In the tiniest bikini might I add.” She hums and then does a slight turn, the water gracefully spinning around her. “You like?” Do I like? “Fucking hell, chica bebé, I’m struggling to keep my hands off of you.” Then her eyes turn to that of a siren.  

“Why do you keep your hands to yourself?” Her tone is begging, a slight whimper in her voice. She might have had only one drink, but her tolerance must be low. Then her hands begin to roam my body. Her touch is like fire, lighting on my body and my loins ablaze. A groan leaves my mouth, the self-control is unbearable when her big doe eyes go sultry like that.  

Her hands make delicate contact with my stomach, pushing her chest against mine. She looks up at me through her lashes, a temptress that should be locked up. “Why won’t you touch me?” She takes my hand, so small in comparison and places it on her ass. “Why won’t you kiss me?” She lifts her chin, her lips mere millimetres from mine.  

“Fucking hell, chica bebé, you are my weakness. Do not think for a moment that I don’t want to bury my cock deep into that warm cunt of yours. If I had it my way, I’d have you right here, right now. You’d never even leave the bed and be covered in marks of my making.” My words cause a whimper to leave her mouth, needy and wanting more than ever.  

“Then why deny yourself?” Now it’s my turn, I use both my hands and shove her up against the wall. My knees press up against the little amount of fabric that hides that sweet pussy of hers. My head right down against her ear. Kissing and nipping. Leaving purple marks against her neck. Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn’t do that until much later.  

I just can’t control myself when her legs wrap around my waist, the water splashes over the edge. Her arms pull me closer. “Because I like seeing you beg. I like hearing your pitiful whines as you beg me to fuck you, like the whore we both know you are. I’ve already given you so much and yet you still want more.”  

Her tender finger pull on my hair, now her lips are by my ear. “Please, daddy, please just use me already.” A deep chuckle escapes me. “See? So needy. But you see, mi pequeño, I can’t give you everything you want all at once. It’ll leave you ungrateful. And I don’t tolerate brats. I’m going to leave you wanting and needy. I’ll make the tension so much you’ll want me just as much as I need you.”  

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[talaok]

I’m yours

Summary:You are part of the stranger things cast and in a relationship with Joseph. One day during shooting he sees you being a little too friendly to Keery for his liking, and he is determined to clarify who you belong to.

Warnings: Smut: unprotected sex,one lil spank

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader

You had been filming for three hours and you were already exhausted. “God I’m so tired” you complained to Keery, who was just beside you. “I know, and we just got started”  he turned towards you. You groaned and rolled your eyes, “Oh god, don’t remind me please”. “And as if it wasn’t enough I  basically didn’t sleep last night and I woke up looking like shit” you said exasperated, leaning your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and you looked up at him confused, frowning. He looked down at you “I’m sorry it's just that I don’t believe you have the ability to look even a little bit like shit Y/N. I mean, you look as beautiful as always to me” he explained with a smile. You felt your cheeks redden slightly at the compliment “aww, thanks Joe” you said, leaning closer to him and kissing his cheek quickly before returning your head on his shoulder. You yawned “You’re comfortable y’know? I could literally fall asleep here” you said with a slurred voice, you were really starting to doze off. “Then do, I don’t mind “ “No, I can’t” you groaned “We’re gonna start filming again soon” you said, leaning away from him. “I need coffee” you decided, starting to get up from your chair. Joe stopped you before you could, placing his hand on your shoulder “You’re way too tired to do that, I’m gonna get it for you” he said with a firm tone while standing up. You smiled up at him” You, Joseph David Keery, are a real-life gentlemen” “Anything for you, m’lady” he joked, bowing in front of you, making you giggle loudly. You brought up your hand to cover your mouth as he smiled brightly at you before starting to walk towards where all the snacks had been set up. You turned behind you towards him and caught him looking back at you, grinning. You smiled at him one last time before turning back. Just as you did you felt someone’s eyes on you, you looked around and in a few moments crossed eyes with Joseph. He was staring at you while someone, probably a crew member, was talking to him. He clearly wasn’t listening. You smiled at him and mouthed “Hi babe” while waving. He bit his lower lip and nodded slightly at you before turning his attention back to the man in front of him. You pouted to yourself, usually, he was a lot more enthusiastic when seeing you. Maybe what the guy was telling him was really important. Yea, it was probably just that. “Ok, here’s your coffee” you turned to where the voice was coming from and saw Joe handing a cup to you with a smile on his face, smile that immediately disappeared as he noticed your expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned. You hadn't even realized you were still making that face “Oh, nothing” you reassured him “Thanks for the coffee, you didn’t have to” you thanked him. “I never mind doing things when they're for you Y/N” he said, returning to his seat beside you. You blushed and not knowing what to say you smiled at him, silently thanking him. And just as you did, you couldn't help but feel Joseph’s eyes on you again, burning a hole into the back of your head. What was up with him today?

You had finally finished shooting and all you wanted to do was go home and take a long hot shower. you wiped the last bit of makeup you still had on, threw the wipe in the trash, huffed to yourself in the mirror, and got up. You had been filming season 4 for a really long time and every day you had to come to set at a different time and the work hours were really starting to get to you. At least you were working with people you liked, that seemed to always make time fly by faster. You yawned loudly and looked around you to find your bag. Oh, there it was, right in front of you. Your brain was definitely somewhere else, today had been long, and usually, that would have been fine because Joe would always come to say hi and steal a quick kiss from you before going back to his scenes but you hadn't seen him all day today. Well, you had, but he barely had acknowledged you and you would have been lying if you said that wasn't all you had thought about all day. At first, you just told yourself that it was nothing, but then the more you thought about it the more you started to become paranoid. what if he was getting tired of you? What if he found you annoying or clingy or embarrassing? What if he hated you? What if he wanted to break up? Your thoughts had degenerated pretty quickly and by the end of the day, you had fully convinced yourself that he was gonna dump you as soon as he saw you and that's why you weren't going to wait for him before heading home. You always finished before him because he had the wig to take off and his make-up was more complicated than yours and so one day you went into his trailer to keep him company as he was getting ready and you both realized how much you enjoyed that moment so from that time on it became a habit. you would get out of your costume, get dressed, and then go to his trailer. That was probably the reason you two got so close and eventually started dating. But today you didn't feel like it, not after all the overthinking you had done. You sighed deeply and just as you reached for your bag, your trailer's door opened. "What are you doing?" you jumped and turned abruptly towards the door. Joe was standing at the entrance of the trailer, still holding onto the doorknob. You brought a hand up to your chest, exhaling deeply, and closed your eyes for a moment. "you scared me" He closed the door behind him and stepped towards you, there was something in his eyes that was different, but you couldn't understand what exactly. He stopped right in front of you and said nothing, you looked at him confused before realizing he was waiting for you to answer him. "What do you mean? " you asked "You didn't wait for me" he said, putting a hand on your waist and getting closer to you. This was the Joe you were used to, maybe all of that overthinking was only that after all. "I know, I just didn't want to bother you" you said softly, already starting to feel intoxicated by his scent. He frowned "Bother me?" "Yea, this morning when I said hi to you you looked really focused, so I thought maybe you wanted to be alone today" your voice lowering to a whisper. He brought his other hand to your waist and intertwined them behind your back, pulling you closer to him and eliminating the gap between you. You swallowed. he was looking at you straight in the eyes and his gaze alone was enough to make your knees feel weak. "Oh sweetheart" he smiled softly "don't ever assume that again please" he murmured before leaning down to kiss you. it was a gentle and sweet kiss, showing you all of his love and affection. You melted into his lips and just as you did all of your worries flew away, forgotten completely. You placed your hands on his chest and smiled, breaking the kiss. "I won't" He grinned at you "Good" he said before kissing your forehead. He leaned away from you, his arms still in place but he distanced himself to have a better look at you. He bit his lip and you noticed the same look from before creeping into his eyes. "by the way" he said, "What were you and Keery talking about?" You raised your eyebrows at him and chuckled, unable to hide your amusement. "Are-Are you jealous Joseph?" He licked his lips "I was just wondering" "Is that so?" you asked playfully "Yes it is, and you still haven't answered my question" You softly laughed to yourself "Well... we talked about how I was tired and he brought me a coffee, that's it" you explained "I could have done that" You tilted your head and looked at him exasperated "You weren't there" you said, bringing your hands up behind his neck and resting your arms on his shoulder. "And it was just a nice gesture Joseph". "You kissed his cheek" he said matter of factly You rolled your eyes "yes, so?" you asked a bit annoyed at this point. "So" he whispered taking a step ahead and making your back hit the vanity "I don't want him getting the wrong idea" he whispered, looking at you domineeringly You bit your bottom lip "Like what?" "Like he can have you" one of his hands traveled down to your backside, gently caressing it "like you aren't solely mine" he growled against your lips, squeezing your ass. You felt a familiar heat spread between your legs and a certain hunger build in your lower belly. You knew where he was going with this, but as much as your body wanted to give in, you couldn't exactly fuck in your trailer with all the people still on set,  "Joe" you mumbled "What sweetheart?" he said feigning naïveté, bending down to kiss the spot on your neck that always sent you over the moon. "Aren't you?" he purred, bringing his free hand up to move some of your hair out of the way, causing a shiver to go down your spine. He kissed your naked shoulder one last time before peeking up at you. Your heart was beating a thousand miles per hour and you could feel your legs turning to jelly. It was weird how after all that time he still had this effect on you. "I am Joe. I'm yours, you know it" your voice a faint whisper His lips twisted into a smirk "Good girl" he spoke proudly before he brought his hand to the back of your head and bent down to kiss you roughly, tugging your hair at the same time. You moaned faintly into his mouth as his tongue started exploring your mouth and the hand that was on your ass made its way under your skirt. You knew this wasn't right, you knew anyone could have walked in at any moment, but his hands were on you and so was his mouth and that was all you could care about, the rest was just insignificant. You deepened the kiss even more and he took it as a sign to keep going. You felt his fingers grazing on your belly and reaching the edge of your panties. You shivered from his touch and he bit your bottom lip, breaking the kiss, and looking at you mischievously. He didn't say anything as his fingers got under your underwear and he expertly circled your clit slowly. You moaned loudly and he bit down a smirk. "Jo-Jose-"you couldn't even finish the sentence before he sped up his movement, making you roll your head back from pleasure and flutter your eyes shut. "That's right Y/N" he encouraged you "Who do you belong to sweetheart?" he asked, never stopping his movement. You whimpered. God, he was so hot. "I'm yours, Joseph, I'm all yours" You painted. "Good" he kissed you "Now prove that" he stopped his hand's movement, making you gasp " turn around". You immediately obeyed and just as you did, he roughly pushed your torso on the dressing table, making you whimper. He pressed himself on your ass and you could feel his erection through his trousers. You impatiently grinded on him and he hissed at the feeling. You looked at him through the mirror in front of you and he looked smugly at you before, without notice striking your ass. you moaned loudly and he chuckled. With one swift move, he pulled your now drenched panties off and got rid of his pants and boxers. "Who do you belong to honey?" he said too sweetly before pounding into you aggressively, making you bounce forward. You moaned loudly, and he thrusted into you again. "C'mon baby be a good girl, who do you belong to?" He pounded into you once again, filling you up and stretching you out perfectly. You weren't capable of forming a coherent sentence so all you did was mumble "you" incoherently. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head up to make you look at him through the mirror "Who" he pounded into you "Do" again "you" again " belong" again "To?" and again, one last time, hitting your g spot perfectly and making you groan inhumanly. "Y-You Joseph, I belong to you " you finally were able to spit out. He looked at you and smirked "That's right" he said before letting go of your hair and starting to thrust into you relentlessly, reducing you to a moaning and crying mess. "That's right" he repeated, looking straight at you "You're mine, only I get to fuck you" he said, his voice strained, "Only I get to bend you over and fuck you as I please" he spat through his teeth. "Yes" you pleaded "Yes, only you" you whimpered, feeling your orgasm starting to build in your stomach. He groaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him and that sound alone was enough to send you over the edge, murmuring I'm yours" and his name incoherently. He kept going as you rode your high and as you came down from it you felt his thrust getting sloppier and realized he was close too. "You're mine" he mumbled as he thrusted into you one last time, finishing inside you and filling you up. He looked at you through the mirror and grinned as you did the same. He pulled out of you and helped you up before kissing you tenderly. "So you weren't jealous, huh?" "Well, maybe just a little bit"

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[midnightsxblue]

NO ONE HAS LOVED LIKE I LOVE YOU

carl grimes x reader

tags: fluff

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Love was always something that kept you going, no matter the circumstances, no matter who you’ve lost, love was always there for you. You’ve loved before; your family, your friends, even past partners. But you’ve never quite felt a love like Carl’s.

His love is indescribable. He loves so much, just due to the fact that love itself had gotten him to where he is today, even in the apocalypse. Even after losing almost everyone. He never ever disappoints when it comes to meeting your expectations.

He knows all your favorites. Your favorite books to your favorite comics, favorite colors and favorite scents. He knows everything, your favorite forms of affection and when you need them, not to mention he even knows what fabrics you like to wear. He makes sure you have all of these things, no matter what it’s takes. Simply because he’s considerate like that, but also because he loves you.

Even in those moments when he finds things to be a bit tough or if he finds himself struggling to satisfy you, he’s always able to communicate it properly because he doesn’t want to not feel your love. He doesn’t want to not love you.

One moonlit night, Carl had decided to take you on a walk around Alexandria. He felt it was a nice way to spend your time together; he knew how much you loved the night time. His hand was gently holding yours, despite his usual tight grip on you, he knew you’d want to relax and enjoy the walk.

“The moon looks so pretty.” You say, gazing up at the moon, the moon’s light shining in your eye. Carl can’t help but stare at your beauty. “You look so pretty.” He responds with a smile. Your eyes shift down from the moon to his face, his gorgeous face (me geeking over him bye).

“Stoppp.” You blush because, damn who wouldn’t. You continue to look ahead at Alexandria’s pond, sort of just admiring it. Carl can’t help but come up with a rebuttal to your shyness. “What? I’m serious. If you saw yourself through my eyes you’d agree with me.” He smiles.

“You drive me nuts, Carl.” You pull him to a bench, a grin plastered on your face as you settle in. “In a good way I hope.” He looks to you, squeezing your hand once to get your attention from the pond. You turn to meet his stares. You can’t help but just stare at him, his beauty. He’s so full of love, it practically radiates off him. “Wanna know somethin?” He asks. You nod, expecting him to say something sweet like usual.

“I truly believe, with everyone who’s ever lived on this earth, no one has loved like I love you.”

If hearts could shatter in a good way, yours definitely did. Those words alone were just purely gut wrenching. Even in the hell hole of a world you lived in, you seemed to have gotten the amazing privilege of having someone love you like he does.

You obviously were speechless and he couldn’t help but giggle at that fact. He pulls you to him, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, making this the best night you’ve ever had.

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a/n: so this was inspired by a david bowie song called in the heat of the morning but i actually heard the TLSP (the last shadow puppets) version first and i’m absolutely obsessed and in love with this song rn. im feral. i’m also worried this one sucked ass. (mac read it first!)

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[geordikisser]

PART 1 : pregame: the smash tournament !

☆ a/n: gender neutral language, suggestive language, a sprinkle of implied family problems & domestic life ☆

pairings : david + angel, milo + sweetheart, asher + baaabe & sam + darlin’ [ different povs for each ]

asher stands in the other room setting up the names. babe is in the kitchen bundling up snacks with angel as they gossp. “he’s so fine like, he may be stupid,,” babe starts. “& ugly, won’t take his uniform magical practices class & a man.” angel ‘mentions’ as the other falls silent. “ok. what about ur little puppy then, hm?” babe snorts.

angel let’s out a laugh. “he’s been behaving.” angel starts. “he knows better now than to do something stupid now,,, unless he wanted a one way trip to the man upstairs.” they laugh in unison. “you’re naughty!” babe cries as angel snickers. “oh please.”

david smiles to himself as he hears them getting along. “darlin’, why don’t you go talk with them?” sam smiles at them, shortly being met with a sigh. “,,oh? no—,, uhm i’m comfy here,,,” you chuckle awkwardly. “they’ve always been a bit awkward despite their bright and colorful nature.” milo rolls his eyes. “yeah yeah, better than whatever you did when we were kids. shortshit.” darlin’ mumbles quickly under their breath, earning a laugh from milo. “yup. there’s that short temper from when we were kids.” david smirks to himself.

sweetheart was walking around the place honestly. they went to the bathroom but decided to take a side quest,,, milo didn’t question it, everytime he did— it was followed up with a earful on, “why are you in my business” with the bathroom so he knew better than to inquire,,,

darlin’ leans onto sam as they pull out their phone and samuel gets a glimpse of their homescreen. “hey— you changed your wallpaper?” sam whispers to them. “o-oh. yeah i did,,, do you like it?” it was a photo of sam and them at the solstice together for the first time with those ridiculous (according to sam) filters. hearts around it and the their anniversary date in the bottom.

sam analyzes these details and a small blush appears onto his pale skin. “but your old one? it was—“ “yeah. it was me and my sibling as kids,” darlin’ turns off their phone and looks up at sam. “but i have better things to want for now. like you,,” they smile softly at him. sadness haunts their eyes ever since quinn and the inversion & samuel wishes he could read why.

babe comes out with the snacks and a grin. “here’s the snacks everyone! ^_^” they exclaim. “someone’s chipper.” david raises his brow as he grabs some grapes. “excited to kick ass in this tournament, mr. shaw.” they smirk cockily. “that’s my babe! smack that talk!!” asher calls from the other room.

sweetheart finds their way into the kitchen hungry as HAIL! “hey, the food out yet?” they ask. angel nods. “yup, mind helping with the drinks?” angel asks with a smile as sweetheart smirks. “i have a better idea.” they take a step backwards and next thing you know it, angel hears a scream come from milo in the living room.

angel lets out a giggle as they walk out to the living room with all the drinks. placing the drinks down onto the coffee table and promptly taking a seat on the couch on their designated spot besides david. “ hey angel,,,” david smiles softly. “can i get a kiss?” he whispers as angel obliges with a sweet smile on their face.

darlin’s grip began to tighten on sam as they sigh, snuggling closely to him. sam looks over them with a smile. “getting comfy,,?” he gently caresses their arm as he pulls them closer as well. “i love you sam,,,,” they coo softly as they close their eyes within the embrace. “i love you more darlin’ forever and always” he kisses their forehead as he leans back into their touch as well. a smile creeping onto darlin’s face.

“so yall tryna play rock paper scissors or what” babe snickers as angel and sweetheart burst into laughter. “that wasn’t even that funny yall are so fake.” babe huffs as angel throws a pillow at them. “oh stop we laughed don’t play.”

“jesus sweetheart!” milo exclaims as his partner has practically eaten the entire snack tray. “when i come out there, there better be some sandwiches left!” asher calls out as everyone went silent. “:D soooo.” sweetheart puts the tray down. “what do we do.” they clear their throat.

“bro you ate it all not us,,, 😭” angel begins to cackle. “big and greedy ass bro oh my god.” babe puts their head in their hands and starts laughing and falls over. “oh fuck you!! stop laughing and help me!!” sweetheart whines as milo begins laughing too. “milo!!” they growl at their stupid werewolf bf.

“maybe we can make a quick stop at subway,,,” darlin’ suggests as they get up. sweetheart cheers. “late night shop and stop!! hooray!” sweetheart zips to darlin’. “i’ll get your bag!” they squeak as they nod. “and my coat please!” darlin’ calls. “so who’s driving?” babe asked as they stretch up. “driving? baby i’m a werewolf.” darlin’ snickers.

babes eyes widen with a glow in them. “WE’RE GONNA RIDE YOU??” they exclaimed excitedly. everyone fell silent to that statement. “what.” david’s brows furrowed at the statement. “ok guys man up.” earning a laugh from everyone in the room.

#redacted asmr #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted babe #redacted sweetheart #redacted angel #redacted darlin #redactedverse #redacted headcanons

[lovebeinaprincessworld]

Intelligence (Spencer Reid x reader)

Masterlist

Description: You really like Spencer, but worry that you’re not smart enough for him.

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“Everyone, meet our new Assistent (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I finally got Strauss to agree that we have too much paperwork and she hired someone to help us”, Agent Hotchner introduced you to the team that was already sitting around the table in the room. All of them looked very nice and greeted you, and you immediately felt less nervous. Considering you were about to run to the bathroom and throw up a few minutes ago, this was a huge improvement.

You were hired by Chief Strauss to handle part of the paperwork the BAU team could delegate. That didn’t mean you’d fly out with them when they got a new case, if it was necessary they could request you but your job was at Quantico most of the time. However, you were attending all their meetings at the BAU so you could document everything.

“Hey I’m Penelope Garcia, the tech analyst and communications director”, a blonde woman with colorful clothing introduced herself, and after that you learned who JJ, Emily, Derek and David were. The last one to introduce himself was a skinny, brown haired man whose voice was shaking slightly when he started to talk. “Hey, I’m Spencer”, he said and met your eyes, damn he was cute. And kind off young compared to the other ones, he looked more like your age.

“Hey, Nice to meet you”, you answered and took his offered hand. It was softer than expected and he blushed when you smiled at him. “Here have a seat”, Agent Hotchner pulled out a chair next to Spencer for you, and you sat down. “Thank you sir”, you said and pulled out your laptop so you could take notes. You side-eyed the attractive team member next to you, and blushed when he caught you staring, making him blush too.

“Oookay”, Penelope started, getting yours and Spencer’s attention, making you realize the whole team was looking at the both of you. Perfect, could this get any more embarrassing. “Garcia, the case”, Agent Hotchner looked at her sternly, making everyone snap out of it. “Oh right, yes sir, so, we have three female victims in the Austin area”, she started and pulled up three crime scene photos on the big screen.

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You were working at the BAU for two months already and in that time you found out that Spencer - who you developed a serious crush on - wasn’t just part of the team, but a doctor who had an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187. No wonder he was such a vital part fo the team at this age. You two talked a lot when you had the time, but you would never hope to be anything more than friends. He was way to smart to want to be with you, not that you were stupid, but to be in a relationship you need to be able to talk about shared interests and you had the feeling you wouldn’t be an adequate partner for that. That didn’t stop you from daydreaming though, having been caught staring into space thinking about his soft brown eyes by Penelope more than once.

Because you and her were the two team members staying in Quantico most of the time, you became good friends and sometimes you were working together in her tech cave. You were on friendly terms with all of the team though, but with her it was just effortless. “You daydreaming about our boy genius again?”, she chuckled when she came through the door, balancing her new coffee and muffin and tablet at the same time. “What? No! Of course not”, you denied, but a treacherous blush made its way into your face. “Sure honey”, she giggled and sat down, while you tried to concentrate on your report again.

“I don’t get why you won’t tell him, he’s so obviously into you too”, she sighed like she always did when she caught you. “He’s not”, you rolled your eyes. “Sure he is! Everytime he remembers you’re in the room too, he looks over and stumbles over his words mid-rant, it so obvious”, she told you while simultaneously typing away on her computer. You two were finishing up the newest case, the team was already in the jet back.

“Even if he was, nothing could ever come from it”, you sighed and gave up trying to write your report. You’d just take it home. “What? Why?”, now you had her full attention, normally you just brushed her off, but now that you actually admitted something, she wasn’t going to let you off the hook so quickly. “It’s…it’s just he’s so smart Penelope, I could never talk with him about the things he’s interested in”, you sighed, feeling slightly better by telling someone, “I tried to read the books he rants about sometimes and even looked at his favorite mathematical phenomena, but I just don’t get it, not enough to have an intelligent conversation about it at least.”

“Oh my sweet little oblivious colleague”, she sighed and shook her head, “Spencer doesn’t care about that, I’m sure! And you’re not not intelligent just because you’re not as smart as him, nobody is, that’s not what relationships are about!” “I don’t know, maybe it would work at first, but at some point he’d be bored. He needs someone equally as smart”, you shrugged and tried to tell yourself that it’s no big deal. You were fine just being friends.

Before Penelope could try to convince you more, Derek pushed open the door to greet his favorite tech girl.

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“Reid, why don’t you just get over yourself and ask her out?”, Derek asked Spencer who was walking down the corridor after the both of them ran into you and Reid was left a stuttering mess. “I can’t Morgan”, Spencer was still red and his heart was beating thousands of beats per minute. “Reid! Reid, slow down for a second”, Morgan grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. “You see how I act around her, how would I ever be able to ask her out?”, Spencer was desperate, even after months of working together his feelings for you only seemed to get stronger.

“Spencer, she obviously likes you too, I know you can do it”, Derek encouraged him. “Oh, you two taking about (Y/N)?”, Rossi was walking by and heard the two BAU members. “Am I that obvious”, Spencer visibly deflated. “Yes, but so is she”, Rossi chuckled and Derek crossed his arms. “Derek is right you know, she likes you too, don’t tell me our genius isn’t studying her body language?”, Rossi teased Spencer, who looked up.

“How could I, I’m way to busy embarrassing myself”, he mumbled clutching the strap of his bag. “Her pupils are dilating every time you start talking, she’s blushing just as much as you are and she’s always patiently listening to all of your rants, which is honestly admirable”, Derek pointed out and Spencer seemed to be uplifted by that. “Are you serious?”, he asked, sometimes not understanding when people messed with him.

“Yes Reid, trust us, and if you don’t, ask Garcia, you know she’ll tell you the truth”, Derek rolled his eyes and gave Reid an encouraging pat on the shoulder before leaving. “How do I ask her out though?”, Reid asked Rossi now that they were alone. He had little experience in things like that, and he never ever felt like this for someone before. “You talk to her a lot, you know her”, Rossi told him, “just be casual about it, so you two don’t mess it up.” Rossi also gave Spencer an encouraging pat before going the same way Derek left. “Casual”, Spencer mumbled thoughtfully.

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“Hey Spencer!”, you greeted the doctor who was sitting in the break room alone, reading a book. His head immediately snapped up when he heard your voice and he raised his hand to wave at you, but almost knocked over his coffee. His clumsiness was honestly adorable. “Hey”, he said and caught the cup before it could fall.

“How was your lecture yesterday?”, you asked him, remembering he told you about a guest lecture he was teaching. “Oh! It was great, thanks for asking”, he smiled and you poured yourself hot water on the teabag in your cup. You heard his chair scrape against the floor, and he stood beside you, pouring himself some more coffee. You didn’t mention that his cup was almost full as it was.

“You know there was something I was meaning to ask you”, he said with a slightly shaking voice and you turned towards him. “Sure, everything okay?”, you asked and he just nodded, his eyes roaming your face, making you feel slightly hot. “Do you wanna go out with me?”, he finally blurted out after a few seconds of silence, rendering you speechless.

“Really?”, was the only thing you were able to get out. You dated your fair share of boys in college, but this was something else, something more serious. “Yes, really”, Spencer was fidgeting with his hands, seemingly nervous too. “Yeah, yeah I’d love to”, you finally answered his question and he seemed to be relieved. “Great!”, he said and smiled at you, making your knees weak. Maybe you should give this a shot.

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The date was going way better than you expected, it seemed like outside the walls of the BAU you two were way less tense and awkward around eachother. Spencer took you to a small cafe that was a bookstore at the same time, and you two were sitting way in the back between two shelves of old books.

“So yeah, I probably don’t have to mention that I’ll never eat jello again”, you laughed, having told him the story of how your best friend in college puked her jello shots all over you at a frat party. Spencer laughed with you, and was about to answer when the waitress interrupted you two. “I’m sorry you two, but we’re closing in ten minutes”, she told you with a broom in her hands and you looked at your watch in shock.

“Sorry, of course! Can we pay?”, Spencer said, you couldn’t believe you were here four hours already! The sun was already setting outside. When the waitress gave you the bill, you were about to pull out your wallet, but Spencer stopped you. “Don’t worry I’ve got it”, he smiled and gave the money to the waitress. “Thank you Spencer, you didn’t have to”, you smiled at him, but he just got up and took your hand while walking out of the cafe.

The cafe wasn’t that far from where you lived, so Spencer decided to walk you home. “I had a really great time with you tonight”, he told you when you reached the front door of your apartment building. The streetlights were already lit up. “Me too”, you smiled, but the doubts you had pushed aside this entire afternoon were slowly coming back. Did he really have a good time, or was he just saying that to not hurt your feelings?

You talked a lot that afternoon, and he also explained a lot of the things he’s interested in to you, but you couldn’t help and wonder if he thought you were stupid for not knowing what he was talking about from the beginning. “I know we just went on a date, but what do you think about going to dinner tomorrow?”, he smiled and you were unsure. Was it worth enjoying the time you had, just to get your heart broken when he realized you weren’t intelligent enough? Not that you would ever expect him to tell you something like that, but you were knee deep in your insecurities right then.

“What is it? Did you not have fun? I’m sorry, did I misread-“, you could tell he was beginning to get nervous by the lack of answer you were giving him. “No! No you didn’t misread anything, I had a great time too”, you reassured him with a smile, but it fell of your face rather quickly, “it’s just…” You couldn’t bring yourself to finish that sentence, no matter what you were going to say next it was gonna sound pathetic.

“You can tell me”, Spencer tried to get it out of you, but looked rather worried. “This sounds exactly as dumb as I feel, but Spencer you’re so intelligent and you have so many interests in things I can’t even really grasp, I-“, you took a deep breath, “I’m just worrying if there’s going to come a moment when you realize I’m not smart enough. I tried reading some of the books you like so much and even tried to understand the math stuff you always talk about, but I’ll never get it.” You looked down at your hands, a little ashamed to put your insecurities out in the open like that.

It was silent for a few moments, two or three cars passing by. Spencer grabbed your fidgeting hands and you raised your head in surprise. He looked shocked. “How could you ever think that? Not once in all our conversations have I ever thought that! I love talking to you, and I love how you let me rant about my interests even if you might not understand them. But that doesn’t matter! I love that you’re trying to understand the stuff I talk about, but that isn’t what’s important, please don’t worry about that. I like you, like a lot, and we don’t have to have all the same interests, the most important thing is that we’re interested in eachother”, he told you without stumbling over his words once and you were looking at him with wide eyes.

Was he right? There was never not something to talk about between you two, and you were both doing your best to understand the things the other person was interested in. Maybe he was right.“I’d love to go to dinner tomorrow”, you came out of your stupor and blushed at the way a smile made it onto his face.

“I can’t wait”, he grinned and his hand softly cupped your cheek, while he was blushing too. Oh my god, was he going to kiss you? His other hand was still holding yours and he pulled you a little closer, so you two were standing chest to chest. “Can I-“, he started but his voice gave up and you noticed the hand on your face shaking a little. “Please”, you whispered and leaned upwards. He met you halfway, and his lips softly found their place on yours.

Your hands were holding onto his cardigan, because your knees were weak immediately and his now free hand was pulling you closer by the waist. His lips moved against yours hesitantly but meaningful at the same time, and your heart was beating so loud you were scared he could feel it. After a few moments you pulled away, but still stayed close to him, loving the way he was holding you.

“I like you too by the way, like a lot”, you said softly and gave him another kiss - this time shorter than the other one. He grinned and pulled you close again.

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“Do you think we should tell the others?”, Spencer asked you, not worried about being overheard since you were the only two that were in the meeting room already. You two were a couple for nearly three months now, and it was getting harder and harder to hide it from the team. You wanted to make sure that it worked out before telling them. “Yeah maybe, there’s this gathering at Rossis on Saturday, how about then?”, you suggested an were about to take a sip from your coffee when Spencer pulled your chair closer.

“Woah, careful there love”, you giggled and he looked at you with a lovesick smile while you put your coffe down. “I can’t wait to stop pretending”, he sighed and leaned forward, his hand holding your face while he kissed you gently. He was always so soft with you, and you were loving it. It seemed like you two were so deep in your bubble, that you didn’t hear the door opening until someone cleared their throat.

Your eyes flew open and Spencer immediately pulled away, both of you completely red in the face when you saw the whole team standing there looking at you with smirks and smug looks. “I told you so”, JJ was the first to break the silence with a sing song voice. “I knew you had it in you kid”, Rossi and Derek were patting Spencer on the back making you giggle. “Guess we don’t have to tell them anymore”, you told Spencer, who nodded in agreement.

“Tell us?”, Horch raised an eyebrow, “Even someone who isn’t a profiler could have seen what was going on.” Turns out you were more obvious than you thought.

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First criminal minds piece, hope you liked it!

#criminal minds #x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #bau #fbi #reid x reader #doctor reid

[nervousgardenerkid]

highschool au steve (who’s friends with the party because fuck the king steve era he deserves good friends <3) where you’re his reluctant tutor and he’s convinced this is the start of a romcom where you two eventually fall in love but you’re just trying to tutor your cute annoying classmate because you need an excuse to get out of being dragged into joining a club and/or sport by your friends and tutoring can’t possibly be super hard right?

but eventually steve’s flirting gets to you and when he comes to your next tutoring session with an A on his latest paper you think he doesn’t need a tutor and are sad obviously happy to see he doesn’t need to be tutored anymore. cue steve being an in love idiot and purposefully flunking his next assignment so you can keep being his tutor. robin, who’s tired of his shit, tells you why his grades keep drastically fluctuating (because he wants to keep being tutored but also doesn’t want you to think you’re a bad tutor) which leads to (after some convincing from his children friends) you telling him if he gets an A on the next assignment you’ll go on a date with him <3

can u tell i got carried away again LMAO credit to whoever made the gif! i hope u like it hehe <3

Steve let out a sigh of defeat as he stared at the bright red F on his paper. He swears he did so well this time! Guess studying with Dustin didn't pay off. He felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Robin whispered. “What did you get?”

Steve rolled his eyes showing her the paper.

“Dustin is a shitty tutor.”

“Did you guys even study?”

Steve looked back at the other day and let out a soft “huh,” once he realized he simply walked into the library to grab Dustin. “You know, now that I’m thinking about it, we didn't even study.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“How am I a junior who got accidentally put in calculus and doing better than you?”

Steve opened his mouth to come back with a snarky remark but was saved by the bell.

“Whatever, I'll talk to Ms. Rodriguez after class. I'm sure she'll find me a tutor.”

-

“Y/n, cmon please!” Chrissy begged while holding your hand. You chuckled, shaking your head as you grabbed your calculus book, shutting your locker once you had it.

“Chrissy I'm flattered, really, but there's no way I'm joining the cheer squad.”

Chrissy followed you as you made your way toward your next class.

“But the uniforms are so cute!”

“To each their own!”

You understand what she was trying to do for you. You never really joined any clubs at school, not for any particular reason. You just didn't want to. I mean, who wants to stay after school and practice instead of going home and relaxing?

“Okay, what about the newsletter?” she asked with a big smile.

You shook your head violently. “I love Nancy to death, but she takes that way too seriously.”

“Cause she's passionate about it! Do you have anything you're passionate about?”

You leaned against the wall by your classroom thinking about it. Surely there was something.

“Y/n!” you heard a voice shout.

Your head shot up in the direction your name was called, a smile craving your face as you saw the familiar mop of semi-curls.

“Hey, Eddie!”

Eddie laughed and picked you up while spinning you around.

He placed you down and brought you in for a tight hug.

“Not that I don't appreciate the love, but what's going on?”

“I finally got an A on Mr. David’s paper and it's all thanks to you!”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the small praise from the boy in front of you. You waved your hand around as you looked down at your feet.

“No, it wasn't me Eddie, I just showed you how to study in your own way! Sometimes sitting in front of books and reading isn't for everyone,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah, well because of you I’ll be able to finally get the hell out of here! Seriously y/n you're a genius!” he shouted at you while pointing and walking in the opposite direction.

Chrissy giggled. “He's such a weird kid. Not a bad weird though.”

You nodded your head. “He's a sweetheart though, I'll see you after tryouts?” you asked her, finally beginning to walk into class.

She nodded her head with a bright smile on her face. “See you after tryouts!”

You smiled and took your usual seat at your desk, you glanced at the board and opened your textbook to the page that was on the board getting ready to read about today’s lesson.

“Y/n, could you come up here, please?” you heard Ms. Rodriguez call. You make your way over to her desk with confusion on your face.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course sweetheart! How would you feel about some extra credit?”

You perked up at the mention of it causing Ms. Rodriguez to laugh.

“I have a student who needs tutoring and I figured why not send in my best student.”

“Ms. Rodriguez I just passed your last test, if I'm your best student that's a little sad.”

“You helped Munson get a B on his quiz.”

Your eyes went wide and you smiled. “Did I really?”

She nodded her head and smiled at you. “I don't mean to be rude but you brought him from a D to a B, it's progress.”

You stood there and thought about it. The teachers underestimated Eddie. He was smart, he just didn't have the proper tools to kick-start his mind. What if this kid isn't smart? What if you can never teach then they fail? That means that you've failed.

“Look, you don't have to say yes,” Ms. Rodriguez started. “But if you decide to go he said he'd meet you in the library after school…assuming he knows where that is.”

You nodded your head. “I'll tutor him, I'm sure it won't be that hard.”

-

It's been an hour. An hour of you sitting in the school library when you could be at home taking a nap. Chrissy stopped by earlier jumping for joy when she told you she made the cheer squad. You smiled and congratulated her knowing she was ecstatic to be on the team. She left shortly saying she needed to meet the coaches for her uniform, ever since then you've been alone.

You let out a frustrated sigh gathering your things while cursing under your breath. At least you finished some homework, now you can go home and just relax. Your thoughts are cut off when someone bursts into the library panting trying to catch their breath. Shushes are thrown at him causing him to scoff.

“Oh relax. Geez, a guy can't even breathe nowadays.” His eyes scanned the library lighting when they land on you.

Oh no, you think. Please, please for the love god tell me I don't have to tutor Steve Harrington.

“Hey y/n! Ms. Rodriguez said you'd tutor me.”

Send the flood. Send it now.

“You’re late Harrington.”

“I know, but hear me out!”

You took a seat gesturing for him to go on.

“Oh, I didn't think you were actually gonna hear me out.”

“Steve, I'll leave.”

“Right, sorry, I would've been here but I needed to pick up the kids from school.”

Kids? “You have kids?”

“God no! I mean, not yet. I'll have little nuggets of my own someday, but I babysit…I guess.”

Your eyes light up as you remember seeing him with a group of kids from time to time. “Oh yeah! Nance’s brother and his friends, right?”

He smiled and sat down next to you nodding his head.

“Yup, they're demons.” He rubbed his hands together and put his backpack on the table. “So when do we start?”

“We started an hour ago Steve. Look, seriously if you want me to be your tutor please come on time.”

Steve nodded and made an X over his heart. “Cross my heart, and hope to die, babe.”

You bit your bottom lip, shaking your head trying to fight off the heat that made way to your cheeks.

“So um, Rodriguez gave me your quiz.”

“Ah, so you've seen my handy work,” he said while leaning back in the chair, his arms thrown behind his head.

“If that's what you want to call it.” you smiled.

Steve swears he felt his heart beat out of his chest when you smiled at him. How has he never noticed how pretty you are? He's seen you around the school before, he knows your friends with Robin. How come you guys haven't crossed paths before?

“You see how you have X=8? It actually equals 20. You have to carry the five here and subtract three from- Steve are you listening?”

“You're really pretty.” he blurred out.

Great, you thought. Now I'm flustered. “Oh, um, thank you, but we should really get back to studying-”

“We should go out sometime.”

You ignore his comment and look through his test making mental notes. “Do you remember anything from algebra?” you asked while glancing at him.

“What?”

You put your head in your hands and let out a sigh. “We're gonna need more than books to help you.”

-

“No, Robin! I need you to put in a good word for me!”

Robin closed her locker and looked at him. “Steve, you're literally a chick magnet. Why do you need my help?”

Steve hopped into the driver's seat with disappointment written on his face. He was supposed to meet you to study after school today but you canceled.

“She's not just a chick robin. There's something about her I just can't shake off.”

“Gross, you've been watching rom-coms too much.”

Steve sighed and saw you walking out of the building with a smile on his face. He's been studying with you for about two weeks now and he's been anxiously waiting to get his test back from Ms. Rodriguez. He's been studying the flash cards you made him paying more attention to your handwriting than the material written on the cards.

“Should I talk to her?” Steve asked while looking over at robin who was too busy applying mascara to her lashes.

“Uh-huh, totally.”

Steve rolled his eyes, stepping out of the car and jogging over to you.

“Y/n! Hey!” he said with a smile on his face.

“Hey, Steve, any news back about your test?”

He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jacket nervously swaying back and forth on the heels of his feet.

“Nah not yet, by the way, you look stunning today,” he said with a smile. You roll your eyes as he grabs your hand lifting it up in the air.

“cmon, do a little spin for me”

Ever since that first day of studying with you, he's been persistent in getting you to fall for him. He'll bring you little gifts or doodles he does in class when he's bored even though you scold him for not paying attention. He's even brought in his friends to back him up.

“You know Steve is a nice guy,” Mike said. “My sister loved going out with- oof.”

Dustin cut him off with a punch to the arm. “Dude, maybe don't mention the fact that Nancy went out with him.”

Mike made a confused noise. “But she's happy with Jonathan now. What's the harm?”

You reluctantly do the spin pushing him away when he lets out a whistle.

“You're so stupid,” you said walking away from him.

“Stupid for you. When are you gonna let me take you out on a date? Dustin vouched that I'm a hopeless romantic.”

You opened your mouth to say something but got cut off by someone shouting your name.

“Yo! Y/n!”

“Oh hey, Robert, ready to study?”

Steve felt his heart drop. You're studying with other people? But that's your guys’ thing.

“Yeah, coach will have my head if I don't get my history grade up.”

Did you cancel your study date with Steve to study with someone else?

“I'm sure he will superstar, I'll meet you in the library in a bit.”

Robert nodded his head and walked away to the library. You looked at Steve and noticed his mood went down.

“Hey, everything okay?”

“You're studying with Robert?”

“Yeah, his coach practically begged me to tutor him so he can play in Friday's game.”

Steve understood you are free to study with other people. Free to study with other guys. So why was he so jealous?

“Oh, okay cool.”

You held back a giggle as you pushed him back slightly. “Jealous Harrington?”

“A little.”

You swear you always know what he's about to say, yet he always catches you off guard.

You ruffle his hair and make your way to the library throwing a glance at him over your shoulder.

“Don't worry Harrington, there's no guy like you.”

Steve watched you walk away with rosy cheeks and a smile as he walked back to his car humming a random tune.

“Robin.”

“I saw that whole thing you are head over heels for her. I'll put a word in for you.”

“No need, apparently there's no guy like me.”

-

Steve was pushing past students shouting out the occasional “excuse me!” and “get out of my way.” he bursts into the library, his eyes scanning the room before he sees you're nose deep in a book, walkman headphones over your ears.

He sprints over to you and slams his body down in the chair across from you.

You jump and glare at him, moving your headphones down around your neck. “Jesus Steve, how about you warn a girl before you ambush her?”

Steve said nothing as he placed the test in front of you with the biggest smile you've ever seen. You gasped and grabbed the test bringing it closer to you, letting out a squeal when you see a green 85% written at the top of his test. You throw half of your body across the table wrapping him in a hug.

“I told you you could do it, Stevie!”

Steve thought he died right then and there and was greeted by an angel who looked a little too much like you.

You sit back in your seat and give him a bittersweet smile. “This is the end of an era Steve, you're all good now.”

You've never seen a smile leave his face so fast. “What? What do you mean?”

You looked at your watch and started putting some of your books away in your bag.

“You passed the test Steve, that's why Rodriguez asked me to tutor you.”

“But what about my next test?”

You let out a giggle and threw your bag over your shoulder.

“This is the basics, if you understood this then you're set for the rest of the year.”

Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked at you in shock. You set him up! You made him fall in love with you and your beautiful brain only to abandon him before he could make the move!

“But what if I fail again?! What happens then?”

“Steve, you're not gonna fail! I believe in you, you got this!” you encouraged him while standing up. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pass on my smarts to another jock.”

Steve watched you walk away with a frown on his face. He stormed into the hand room whispering for robin to meet him by his car after practice.

“Hey, y/n told me about you passing! Congrats dingus, maybe you aren't a dingus after all.”

“I need to fail my next assignment.”

Robin sighed and pinched the bridge of her most. “I stand corrected. Okay, what's up?”

Steve opened the car door for her and ran around to his side once robin saluted him and sat in the passenger seat. He started his car and started the drive to Robin’s house.

“She said it's the end of an era! What's that even mean?”

“She meant studying Steve. She considers you a friend now, so you can hang out with her without the textbooks and stress!”

Robin did make a fair point. He could finally flirt with you without you getting onto him about staying focused. It’d just be you two, no books, no kids from your class asking you questions about the notes you took, and no more stupid calculus work. For some unknown reason, all of that terrified Steve. When you guys were studying everything came naturally to Steve, he thinks, no, he knows the minute he hangs out with you outside of study hours he's going to embarrass himself. Steve shook his head and looked over at robin.

“Our study dates are better, I'll just fail tomorrow's assignment, and boom. I'm back in.”

-

You arrived early to school knowing you had to help Eddie cram for his English test in first period. You grabbed a couple of notebooks for your classes today and slammed your locker shouting when you saw robin behind it.

“Jesus Christ! What is up with you and Steve sneaking up on me?!”

Robin put both hands on your shoulders and shook you gently.

“Please talk to him!” she shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. “He plans on failing all of today’s assignments just so he can keep studying with you!”

“Robin, please stop shaking me. Many people love this brain.”

She stopped shaking you but her grip on your shoulders stayed tight.

“I love you y/n, I really do. You're one of my best friends!”

“Awe, Robi-”

“But I swear to god if I have to hear about how your eyes sparkle every time Steve gets a question right, or about how badly he has to fight the urge to tuck your hair behind your ear when it falls in your face while reading I will poke pencils in my ears!”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at everything robin was saying. Did Steve really feel like that? You know he likes to flirt with you here and there but you thought that was him just being charismatic. Robin rolled her eyes when she sees that you were blushing.

“God, you're just as bad as him.”

-

“Okay so, what Shakespeare is trying to say is-”

“Hey rob, beat it. Gotta discuss something with my girl.” Steve said pulling a chair next to you and slinging his arm around you.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at him. “Steve I'm in the middle of helping Robert write a report-”

“No, no, he's fine. I think I'm gonna have a brain aneurysm if I read anymore.” Robert said while gathering his things.

You opened your mouth ready to ask Steve what was going on but he held a piece of paper up.

“An F?! Stevie, what happened? You were doing so good?” you gasped out grabbing the calculus homework out of his hands.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I guess I need more tutoring, gosh sometimes my memory is so bad I forget things like that!” he said with the snap of his fingers.

You tuned him out as you squinted at the paper, something was off, this wasn't Steve's handwriting.

“Steve?”

“Yes, darling?”

You blushed but chose to ignore his comment. “Your handwriting looks a lot like this one kid I tutored.”

“Duh, it's me. I'm the kid you tutored.”

You shook your head letting out a hum. “Your handwriting is neat. This looks like chicken scratch.”

Steve let out an awkward chuckle and cleared his throat. “Okay fine, I borrowed-”

“Borrowed?”

“I stole Jerry’s homework and pretended it was mine so that way I can keep studying with you.”

“Steve! You can hang out with me outside of studying!”

“I know I can! It's just easier with the books all around me cause I feel like you're not 100% focused on me! I know the second I have all your attention on me in gonna embarrass myself and you'll never want to date me.”

you giggle and give Steve the paper.

“I'll tell you what, next assignment you get an A on we'll go out on a date.”

Steve smiled. “You mean it?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, babe.”

Steve shot out of his seat and kissed you on your cheek running out of the library.

“I won't let you down babe!”

A group of students shushed him and he shushed them back aggressively. “Geez, talk about a tough crowd.”

The next day you opened up your locker picking up a piece of paper that fell out. You unfolded it smiling as you saw the A+ written at the top of his paper right next to his name. Steve snuck up behind you giving your cheek a kiss, smiling at his good grade.

“Now, if I'm not mistaken, I believe you owe me a date.”

#this took me forever to write #it didn't help that half of this was me on an edible #i'm just crazay like dat #don't do drugs kids #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine

[loiteringandlurking]

okay so this is that self indulgent javey oneshot ...

it gets an eeny bit spicy towards the end but it's like only a little bit ...

consider this my bday gift to you guys !

Jack and David didn't realise it had gotten dark out until they could see their reflections clearly in the windows.

They weren't alone, of course, many other late night studiers still sat at their own desks, but Jack and Davey were lucky to be separated from most others by some rows of bookshelves.

And in the mellow lights from overhead, Davey's unkempt curls made shadows on his face, illuminating and accentuating his high cheekbones, sun-kissed freckles and roman nose. Jack watched the way his long fingers glided across the pages of his textbook, occasionally dropping to the desk to pick up a highlighter. Jack watched the way his eyebrows drew together as he reread a passage, the way his cool blue eyes blinked a few times.

God, he was inconceivably pretty. Jack is a very lucky man.

Davey glanced up at Jack, once quickly, as if to check what Jack was doing, then again, realising Jack's eyes were already on him.

Davey shot him a questioning look and a smile, and Jack grinned back. He watched Davey's tongue as it swiped across his beautiful soft lips, and watched those elegant fingers tuck a stray curl behind his ear. Watched as he parted his lips slightly, to sigh, resting his head on his hands, gazing at Jack.

God, what Jack wouldn't give to have his lips on Davey's right about now. It was a never-fail remedy after a long day.

Davey must have read Jack's mind, because he smiled, that downward-pointed smile that Jack loved and Davey hated, and stood, waiting expectantly. Jack stood too, wincing as the squeak of his chair echoed in the near-silent room.

He let Davey take his hand and lead him into an aisle of books- philosophy, judging from the covers.

See, their university was very old. Solid-oak-wood-shelves type old. So solid, in fact, that the only noise was a quiet 'oof!' as Davey turned, his back against a shelf, grabbed Jack's collar, and pulled him in close.

'Hey.' Davey whispered, smiling coyly.

'Hey.' Jack replied, feeling blush heat his cheeks. 'God, you're beautiful.'

Davey circled his fingers on Jack's shoulder, whisper-giggling. God, talk about seductive.

Jack let one hand rest on Davey's hip, the other on his cheek, and gently connected their lips. Electricity flowed through him, like it was their first kiss all over again. Davey smiled, pulling Jack impossibly closer as he opened his mouth, giving Jack's tongue entrance. Jack gladly obliged, running his tongue over the inside of the mouth he knew so well. He sighed happily against Davey's mouth, moving both hands down to the other boy's hips.

When Jack pulled away for breath, he took great care in memorising every detail of Davey's face. His lips, now teasing a new, slightly bruised look. His nose and cheeks, dusted pink. His eyes, storm-blue and horribly sparkly. His pupils, blown wide.

Jack lifted one hand just inside Davey's shirt, dragging his thumb over the jut of his hip-bone, revelling in the way Davey seemed to vibrate at the feeling.

'God, you're...' Jack whispered, unable to find the right words. 'Just incredible.'

'You too.' Davey sighed more than said. He gazed dreamily at Jack, making his heart skip a beat. 'Tu es plus beau que le soleil... j'ai besoin de toi.' Davey murmured, moving a hand to play with Jack's bottom lip.

'Fuck, Dave...' Jack whispered. 'You can't just talk to me like that.'

'Like what?' Davey asked innocently, snaking his arms around Jack's shoulders. 'Comme ça?'

'You know I think it's sexy.' Jack groaned, dropping his head into the crook of Davey's shoulder.

'Tu es adorable, mon amour.' Davey whispered in the most silky tone Jack had ever heard. 'Tu aimes quand je parle comme ça, n'est-ce pas?'

Jack had no idea what Davey could possibly be saying, but man oh man was it doing a number on him. And his dick. And it sure did not go unnoticed, seeing as Jack had pulled his hips flush to Davey's at some point.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Davey's mouth. 'Ah chérie, tu es déjà excitée?' Aha. Jack knew that one. Excitée. Horny. 'Juste d'après mes mots?' Davey took on a more teasing tone, which only turned Jack on more. 'Oh, mon beau garçon.'

'Oui.' Jack grunted, letting Davey rub his back, almost sympathetically. And Davey had the audacity to giggle, and it was just about the most sultry giggle Jack had heard from him.

'Dave.' Jack tried to sound stern, but it came out more pleading. 'Gimme a break.'

Davey leaned in close to Jack's ear, and whispered, obviously now trying (and succeeding, the little bitch) to sound seductive, 'Non, pas pour toi, mon amour.'

Jack physically couldn't contain it. He ground his hips up, into Davey's, slowly and needily. Davey gasped quietly, not expecting the sensation.

'Jack!' He sounded scandalised. 'We are in a library!'

'Oh, and the library was just fine when you were talking dirty to me in French?' Jack snapped back playfully.

'I was not talking dirty!' Davey placed a hand on his chest defensively. 'I had no idea it was having an effect on you!'

Jack looked pointedly down at his now obvious boner, pressed against Davey. Davey snorted. 'Okay, well, that is not my fault.'

'It is so your fault.' Jack frowned. 'Can we get out of here?'

'Only if you use my textbook to hide your situation.'

'Oh, you asshole. You're about to have your own situation.'

'Can I have my situation at home?'

'You asshole.'

Davey shrugged. 'At least I have a situation that's under control.'

'Say sorry. Right now. Or I'm taking care of my situation, right here right now.'

'Jesus!' Davey held his hands up placatingly. 'I'm sorry. .... Mon amour.'

'You ass.'

#bee saw it first #however #it's not very proofread #it's literally just me being down horrendous for david jacobs #if you want translations of the French lmk #and if you're fluent in French im very sorry bc I am NOT fluent #this was written when I was very sleepy too #newsies #davey jacobs #davey newsies #newsies broadway #jack kelly #jack newsies #newsies the musical #92sies #javey #javey newsies

[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise - Chapter Fifteen

Paul had frozen, blue eyes staring off into space through his shock. I nervously bit at my chapped lips, wanting them to say something. No one dared to speak a word. It was like we were all afraid of bursting the bubble all five of us were in, frozen in time while we contemplated our actions of the past few moments. 

My heart was racing in my chest. It felt like a hummingbird was trapped beneath my breast, beating against my sternum. Like it was being held captive and furiously flapping to get free. I felt dizzy like I was going to pass out from the situation. 

"Aww," Marko was the one to speak first. His voice sounded whiny as he crept closer to me. I could feel those familiar tingles burning a hole in my side at his proximity. "Can't I get a kiss, too?"

"Marko!" I breathed, the hummingbird in my breastbone evaporating into nervous chuckles. Marko pouted his lips in my direction, and my breath caught. I was captivated by Marko's lips pouting for a kiss, which I hadn't noticed when Paul's hand slid to his jawline. Paul's hand trembled at the rush of endorphins rushing through his veins at the feeling. He felt like he had been stung by a dozen wasps where my lips touched. 

Marko's antics entertained me, so I didn't see the envious looks on Dwayne's and David's faces. Marko didn't want me to feel guilty or obligated to give kisses to anyone I didn't want to. He knew it stung; hell, he felt the sting in his chest, but none could coerce such an innocent being as their mate. 

"Come on, baby," Marko crooned, angling his face down to my height. Even though Marko was the shortest of the group, he still towered over my frame by about five inches. I sighed, cheeks blushing bright red in embarrassment. It took me a second, but I finally catered to his suggestive movements. I pressed a kiss to his soft cheek, lips as fleeting as the brush of a butterfly. "Thank you, mia cara. I feel much better now."

I flushed, the red trailing down my neck. David's keen blue eyes watched as the blood pooled all the way to the neckline of my shirt. He wanted to reach out and trail his tongue to where the red ended, knowing it went further than the collar of the shirt I wore. He smirked, saliva pooling in his mouth as the scent of my blood grew more intense, enveloping them in a cloud of heaven. 

"Are you done, princess?" Dwayne's deep voice broke the silence. I was grateful that he spoke, no longer needing to shift from foot to foot, wondering what to do now. I felt awkward, glancing up at the two men through my lashes. 

"Yes," I gazed longingly around the shop, only having explored probably a tenth. I knew I would return later to peruse more shelves, hoping to find that diamond in the rough. I reached out to take the books from Dwayne's hold, but he just pulled them out of my reach. 

I took a deep breath, knowing it was futile to try to protest. Neither Dwayne nor any of the other boys didn't back down regarding their actions. I just rolled my eyes, handing the Native American man the books I had taken from Paul - the catalyst of the past five minutes. Dwayne accepted the book, setting it on top of the pile. He held the books with one hand, the other pressed to my lower back as we walked towards the counter. The cashier greeted Dwayne with shocking familiarity, but it made sense as he was also an avid reader. 

The total for the thirteen books came to a little over five dollars. I reached out with the ten-dollar bill I fished from my back pocket, only to find that Dwayne already had the money in the cashier's hand. I tried to protest and hand him my ten, but David's gloved hands pulled me away. 

The three boys dragged me onto the crowded Boardwalk, lights aglow in the night atmosphere. Marko snagged the ten from my hand, tucking it back into my back pocket. His hand lingered longer than absolutely necessary, causing me to whirl around. Marko giggled, jumping backward with both hands held up in mock innocence. I frowned at the curly imp, only for Dwayne to come into sight. 

"Thank you," I told the quieter man with a shake. He had the plastic bag looped around his large wrists. "You didn't have to pay for my books."

"I wanted to, Princess," Dwayne smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to my nose. I wrinkled my nose, feeling effervescence in my nasal cavity from his touch. It felt like when you've drank too much soda and the bubbles come up your nose. 

"Have you eaten tonight?" David's cool voice whispered near my ear. I shook my head, knowing that I had to keep up appearances. David's lips curled upwards into his signature smug smile as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I let him steer me through the crowd. 

It was evident that the guys knew where they were going. Paul and Marko were bouncing behind us, but they usually had a pep in their step. I gazed back at the funloving guys who grinned crazily in my direction once they noticed I was looking at them. I flushed, turning to face forward again. Just in time to see the sign for the diner David wanted to eat at. 

I felt the panic bubbling beneath my skin at the thought of entering that diner. If I entered the restaurant, the societal expectation would be to eat something. I couldn't bring myself to eat anything, especially not at a diner. Restaurants loved to cook with fats, oils, and other non-safe foods to make it appetizing. 

But I couldn't deny David's invitation. He had asked if I had eaten, and stupidly, I told him I hadn't. If I tried to backtrack now, they would know something was amiss. I internally laughed at myself as if they didn't know when I took off my clothes back at the cave. The four guys had to see that I didn't like to eat.  Chapter Sixteen

#the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys x emerson sister #the lost boys paul #the lost boys marko #david x reader #emerson sister #david tlb #the lost boys david #fanfiction #dwayne x reader #tw disordered eating #tw eating issues

[delilah-mcmuffin]

Favourite Lines Game

Rules: share your favorite lines or paragraph you’ve written from your fics, posted or wip.

Until You Can Love Yourself Again

Patrick looks at him with those loud eyes of his, little wrinkles forming in the space between where his eyebrows would be, if he had any. “Can I talk now?” he asks, quietly. Carefully. David nods. “Okay. First,” Patrick begins, and he reaches out to gently tug David’s shirt down over his stomach and then he pulls the blankets up around David’s waist before he snuggles down on his pillow and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. The hot press of tears builds behind David’s eyes and he bites at his lower lip to keep it from trembling, burying his face in the front of Patrick’s t-shirt. He’s never felt so fucking loved by anyone before. That Patrick can show how well he knows David—how fully he sees him—simply by covering him up. He swallows back the sob he can feel creeping up from his chest and just lets Patrick hold him, raking his fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple. “David,” he says simply, and that single word seems to encompass an entire universe of feelings.

This Bed Wasn’t Built for our Love

“What do you want to know, David?” Marcy asks, and Clint can hear the hint of barely concealed amusement in her voice. Whatever David wants to know is going to make their son’s blush intensify even further. And while he doesn’t love the idea of making his son suffer needless embarrassment, it is after four o’clock in the morning and Clint is in need of a little levity.

“Is it genetic?’ David asks, and Clint sees Marcy cock her head in question out of the corner of his eye.

“Is what genetic?” she asks.

“You know,” David says with a flick of his uninjured hand. Judging by Marcy’s confused silence, she clearly does not know. “The...equipment. The BD to back up that BDE? Is it a Brewer family trait?”

Marcy makes a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a cackle and Patrick lets out a groan. David, blissfully unaware of the impact of his words, carries on.

“Because if it is, I have to say, you are a lucky lady. Because, I mean...well. I know they say size doesn’t matter—”

The rest of David’s sentence is cut off as the sound of Marcy’s delighted laughter fills the car.

“Well, David,” she giggles, “I can’t speak to the entire Brewer family. But I’ve never had any complaints.”

It takes every ounce of Clint’s threadbare self-control to keep the car from veering off the pavement. Marcy’s hand lands on Clint’s arm and she gives it a gentle squeeze as he eases to a stop on the side of the road, hands still clenched on the steering wheel. He is not going to make eye contact with his son. He is not.

The Love Left Behind

“So...this is a long way to come for a surprise visit,” David says, handing a glass of wine to Ted and a glass of water to Alexis. “What do you want?”

“I think what David means is it’s nice to see you both,” Patrick says, giving his husband a sidelong glare.

“Same thing,” David says breezily.

“Well, we actually do want to ask you to do something for us,” Ted begins cautiously. “It’s kind of a big favour, which is why we wanted to ask you guys in person.”

“Ohmygod,” David sighs, glaring at his sister. “You need a kidney, don’t you?” He shakes his head. “I told you they don’t grow back, Alexis!”

“What?” Patrick gasps.

“What?” Ted squeaks.

“Hmm?” Alexis hums innocently, placing a placating hand on Ted’s knee. She narrows her eyes at her brother. “No, David. My kidney is fine.”

Pavlova

“I like your costume,” David says kindly. The ballerina sniffles and wipes their nose with the back of their hand. To his credit, David doesn’t flinch, simply reaches into his pocket and withdraws a tissue, handing it over. “Pink is such a difficult colour for an autumn, but you wear it well.”

The ballerina looks at David, and Patrick watches as their eyes travel the length of his body—from his neatly laced Rick Owens high tops, his artfully ripped jeans, his skirt—and their eyes go wide and their mouth opens in a silent “oh” of surprise. “Thank you,” they say, dabbing gently at their nose with the tissue. “Um, I...I like your skirt.”

David smiles. “Thank you,” he says. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“Anna Pavlova,” the ballerina says. “She’s my favourite dancer.”

David nods appreciatively. “Mmm. Good choice. Pavlova is both my favourite dancer and one of my favourite desserts. I like a costume that celebrates both the performative and the culinary arts.”

I think I’m late to this party (as usual) so anyone who wants to participate, please do!!

#david rose #patrick brewer #david x patrick #sc fanfic #schitt's creek fanfic #schitt's creek fic #schitts creek fic #sc fic #schitts creek

[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

Part 3

“My god, you are breathtaking.” Deacon said after a pause, taking in the sight of Nikki once she opened her door.

The night had finally arrived and he got to take Nikki out on a date.

He felt his heart physically flutter when he watched her smile up at him.

“Thank you very much, Deacon.” Nikki replied, “I must admit you look stunning as well.”

Deacon was dressed in a suit and tie. He wore shined shoes to match as well as a lavender colored tie. Nikki wore a just-above-the-knee army green dress that was v-neck with short, flowy sleeves and a trim to match. The dressed complimented her body nicely. Her legs were shaved, tan, and had what David assumed to be lotion on them - he caught a faint scent of citrus coming from her, underneath the smell of her perfume. Her nude colored heels brought her up to his shoulder height and “God, what I would give right now to just pull her to me and kiss her…” he thought.

He restrained himself. It was too soon. He wanted to do everything right and whatever right by her meant, he was willing to do it.

“Are you ready?” Deacon asked, extending his hand to escort her down her front steps.

Nikki took his warm, calloused hand and allowed him to walk her to his pick-up truck. He stopped and opened his passenger door for her, making sure she was seated comfortably before closing the door and making his way around to the driver’s seat.

Nikki watched the man close his own door, put his seatbelt on, and put his truck in reverse. She couldn’t deny her attraction to him - especially after as much effort as he had put into getting cleaned up for her and their date.

His jaw line, although hidden by his graying beard, was well defined. His hair perfectly trimmed and styled. The smell of his cologne was undeniable. His color was tanned, much better than the last time she had seen him when she was his nurse nearly one year prior. His face was a little fuller and he seemed relaxed.

She couldn’t help herself as her eyes landed on his lips as he drove.

Deacon knew Nikki was staring at his lips. He watched her out of his peripheral. He smiled and looked over at her. She couldn’t hide the blush that crept over her cheeks.

After a delicious supper, Deacon took Nikki to an upscale bar with a live band.

His eyes traced down the back of her neck, then her shoulders, past the small of her back and lingered briefly on her ass as she walked through the door he held open for her. Deacon didn’t want to contain himself, but his feelings towards Nikki were different than any he had ever felt before. She was phenomenally beautiful, but his attraction towards her felt so much deeper than that. When the band began playing a cover of Morgan Wallen’s “Cover Me Up” Deacon jumped on the chance, extended his hand to Nikki, and asked for a dance.

Nikki smiled and accepted the offer.

Hand in hand, Deacon led her onto the dance floor, reaching the middle when he stopped and turned to face her, gripping her waist in a way that was not quite seductive but tight enough to let Nikki know just how much being with her meant to him.

Deacon’s stomach filled with butterflies as he felt his gorgeous date wrap her arms around his neck.

Nikki held Deacon’s gaze for a few moments as the song began. His pupils were slightly dilated from the couple of drinks they had shared together, but he was far from inebriated.

“You look so damn good,” she told him, a smile bringing up the corners of her mouth.

“All because of you, girl.”

Nikki giggled, “No, Deacon, I mean you look wonderful. You seem to have made a complete recovery.”

Deacon continued to hold her gaze but momentarily got lost in thought before speaking again, this time less flirty, but no less meaningful.

“Nikki, when I got shot, from the time I hit the ground to the time you came to my side in the ED, nobody had taken the time to comfort me.”

Nikki’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “You were the first person to explain to me what was going on and the first person to let me know I was in good hands. I was terrified, scared shitless that I was going to die. I have never been that close to death and in those moments, cold and terrified, you were the calm voice of reason in my ear, telling me everything that was happening. Nobody else took the time to do that.”

Nikki’s gaze softened.

“When I was in the ICU waking up for the first time, you have no idea how much better it made me feel to hear your voice talking me through what was going on. And again, the next day, Nikki. It was you holding my hand when they pulled that tube out of my throat.”

Nikki smiled softly and responded, “I was just doing my job, Deacon.” She started thinking about all of the patients throughout her career that had hit on her or returned to thank her for her work, but none had ever returned 7.5 months later to thank her. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling of Deacon being attracted to her “saving” him as opposed to being attracted to simply her.

As if Deacon could read her mind, he began speaking again, “I’ve been seeing a therapist regularly since I came home. I’ve had a lot to work through physically, but just as much mentally and emotionally. My therapist told me about this thing where people fall in love with their caregivers and such. Part of me thought that’s what these feelings were for a long time… I get it, people develop a hero complex. It has happened to us on the team more than one time… but that’s why I waited so long to come to you again. I wanted to make sure my feelings were legitimate so I didn’t hurt you. That is the last thing I want to do.”

Nikki didn’t speak as she absorbed what Deacon was saying. She had never met a man in her life who was willing to wait so long for a woman he wasn’t sure he truly cared about.

“Deacon…”

“I know, I know, it’s a lot,” Deacon chuckled, “but there ya go… All out on the line for you.”

Nikki had no immediate words, but as she absorbed his, she found herself relaxing under his touch and moving close to his body as he led them in swaying back and forth with the song.

Deacon noticed when she didn’t speak and began feeling knots in his stomach, but they dissipated as he felt Nikki relax in his arms. She unwrapped her arms from his neck and relocated them around his torso. Then she rested her head in crook of his neck, breathing in a sweet mixture of his scent and cologne. Deacon could have spent forever in this moment which is why they continued to sway together even when the song ended.

Nikki didn’t know why, but she felt at home in Deacon’s arms. This man was practically a stranger - never-mind the fact that she had literally bathed him, dressed him, and knew everything down to his allergies and blood type when he was under her care. Why was his presence so soothing?

Nikki wasn’t sure, but for the first time in her life, she decided not to question and second guess all of it. She decided to simply relish it and exist in every moment.

Deacon missed the feel of Nikki’s head under his when she finally pulled away from him, but followed her off of the dance floor. They sat at the bar for one last round of drinks. Nikki and Deacon sat on barstools faced each other, her crossed legs in between Deacon’s whose was spread on either side of hers. He kept a hand on her knee lost in her conversation.

From his time in the unit, Deacon knew Nikki had started her career in the medical field as a paramedic, spending six years on the truck before transferring to an emergency department to work while completing nursing school. Once done with nursing school, she became an ICU nurse and the rest was history.

What Deacon didn’t know was about the physical scars Nikki herself carried.

#christina alonso #david kay #dominic luca #ems #hondo harrelson #imagine #jay harrington #jim street #swat #swat cbs #deacon #deacon kay x reader #david deacon kay

[kellyscowboy]

For the dance prompts 21 and 33 for Blush please and thanks

#23. "We are that cheesy couple that dances in the kitchen." & #33. Soft music in the background, swaying in the kitchen after being distracted from doing the dishes. // sorry for the late response!! writers block still going strong & all that jazz. haven't written for blush b4 so i hope its true to the ship :). this is kinda modern au but likeeee 80's-90's modern au || the prompt list

Kid Blink thought he was dreaming. Most days he thought he was dreaming. It wasn't often that people like him and Mush could have anything more than a one room apartment. But there they were, in a house in Santa Fe.

It felt a little weird living in Jack's dream. None of the boys thought they would end up in Santa Fe with him, well, other than David. Yet they were all there, just a couple of doors down from each other.

The Santa Fe sun shone in through the window as the boy did began to do the dishes. He couldn't help but think how right Jack was. The sun was different there.

Blink always tended to wake up a couple of hours before Mush. He would turn on the radio and sway along to whatever song as he did the chores. It felt oddly domestic, so domestic it also made Blink nauseous. Not because it was bad just... unfamiliar.

"Mornin'," Mush mumbled into his ear. Blink jumped, almost broke the plate he was holding. "Mmm, sorry. Didn't mean to startle ya."

" 'Ts fine." Blink melted in Mush as they boy hugged him from behind. He rested his chin on Blink's shoulder and looked out the window above the sink. Jack was outside mowing his lawn, David watching him from the porch as he sipped on his coffee. The two both noticed them at different times, waving at them before resuming their conversation. "Why're ya so early, angel?"

Mush pushed his eyes against his boyfriend's shoulder. "Left the curtains open a little last night. Light got in 'n woke me up."

"I see," Blink began to rinse off the plate he had been holding. "Gotta make sure we close 'em."

"Mhm," Mush mumbled in agreement. Slowly, the song the radio was playing began to fade out and the DJ began to speak.

"Goooood-morning, Santa Fe!" The DJ spoke. His voice was soft but enthusiastic. "This one is for all the lovebirds in town. I see y'all. Hugging in the early morning before you go your separate ways. Stand by each other this morning! Let's hear it... Stand By Me by Ben E. King."

The two boys giggled at the silly transition, but Mush gasped in delight as the song began to play. "I love this song. C'mon, Blink!"

"No, Mush." Blink whined, trying to hide his smile as his boyfriend tugged on his shirt. "Gotta finish the dishes."

"You can finish them later." Mush insisted. "There will always be dishes to wash, but there will not always be Stand By Me playing on the radio and your very beautiful boyfriend here to dance with."

Blink rolled his eyes fondly. "Fine. But you're gonna be the one covered in soap."

Mush shrugged as he intertwined their hands. "I can deal with that," and he giggled while the soap tickled the skin between his fingers. They swayed together, the song softly consuming them.

The two twirled slowly around the kitchen. Soap got all over their clothes and the back of Mush's neck. They pushed their foreheads together, taking the moment to appreciate each other.

"We're that cheesy couple that dances in the kitchen," Kid Blink said breathlessly. "I can't believe that."

"I can." Mush laughed. "I knew I'd get ya into the domestic life one way or annuda."

As the song slowly faded out, and another one began to play, the two stood there in silence. Frozen in the moment. Mush leaned up to place a smell peck on his boyfriend's lips.

"Blink..."

The boy hummed in acknowledgement.

"Ya left the water on."

#ummm #a little ooc bc #modern au #idk something abt all of the boys living their little domestic lives #i would DIE for riley #blush newsies #blush #mush meyers #kid blink #newsies #92sies #newsies 1992 #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... ask games

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Electric Callboy @ Palladium, Times Square, NYC [09.15.23]

Small disclaimer:

Anyone can reblog this, it's all good. Also, this post is very long.

I have no idea where to even start. The moment my sister (@mrs-kaunisvesi) and I got there, it was pure fangirl chaos for me and her lmao. We were the first ones there and got to see the boys get off their bus.

When they weren't busy hauling their suitcases and what not into the venue, we stopped each of them when we could and took pics with them. The first one we stopped was David.

David was so sweet. We didn't wanna take up too much of his time because he seemed busy. After taking the picture, I asked for a hug and he smiled and said "sure" enthusiasticly, and gave me a quick hug. I'm pretty sure he giggled because I made a weird noise as I hugged him lmao. When I'm excited I make weird sounds, okay?? Lmao

After that, he went back on the bus. Some time later, he came off the bus, carrying more stuff. Whoever was their camera person that follows them around filming their vlogs was also there? The camera was on David. I have no idea what david was saying because I wasn't close enough to hear, but after talking, he pointed to me and my sister and then the camera panned towards us. Like the idiots we are, all we could do was stand there, wave and smile. So we might be on a vlog?? 😂

The second one we met was Pascal.

I was a little hesitant to go up to him because he was on his phone and I didn't know if he was doing something important. My sister called out to him and he immediately walked towards us. He smiled and said good morning. He didn't seem to be in a rush, and was very polite. He legit had a small conversation with us, asking why we were there so early and how he was on his way to have a nice walk. After the picture, I asked for a hug. Ngl, his hug had me like 🥴. He was taller than I expected, I felt like my facial expression, as I looked up at him, was like an excited child lol. And... He smelled nice. After the hug, he thanked us for being there and said it was nice to meet us. 😭

After a while, we met kevin. Kevin was very friendly and I could tell he was happy to meet us and take pics. His presence felt very welcoming and warm. Also, this man got me fucked up. Weak at the knees af. 🥵 I asked for a hug and he said "of course", he then proceeded to give me one of the greatest hugs of all time. This big ass man engulfed me in his arms. It was like someone put a blanket over me. 💀 When I hugged him, I remember feeling his strong shoulder blades and feeling a type of bliss I've never felt before. AND HE SMELLED SO GOOD 😭. His cologne actually clung onto my sweater for a while. Later, I jokingly told my sister that I'd never wash my sweater again. 😂

Next, we met Daniel K.

Meeting him went very quickly. I don't know if he was tired or just wanted to be alone while he smoked. Hesitantly, my sister asked if we could take pics, he said "yeah". He seemed to be soft spoken. Idk if shy is the right word to use to describe how he was but he was definitely mellow. I was verrrry shy to ask for a hug but I asked anyway, and he he agreed. This time around, I know for a fact that when I hugged him, I made a small squeaking sound of excitement and he giggled gently. I'm definitely over exaggerating here, but I felt like he giggled right next to my earhole because my spider senses started tingling. I blushed internally lol.

Last was Nico. (Please excuse my crazy ass face. Idk what happened to me. 😂)

I spotted Nico randomly speed walking out of a side entrance of the venue with some crew members. I panicked, slapped my sister's shoulder and pointed at him lmao. He's my sister's favorite and so she chased him down. She called out to him and he turned. She asked for pics and he very politely told us that he can but that we needed to be quick because he was busy. After we took pics he thanked us for coming and walked away quickly. He was very sweet. I wish we could've interacted more but it's all good because this mf made hella eye contact with me during the show lol. Little sis DEFINITELY wasn't jealous at all. 😅

Unfortunately, neither of us got to meet Daniel H. Earlier, when we got there, we were able to shout hi to him when he walked out of the bus. He said hi back and waved to us. Then he went into the venue and we didn't see him again until he was on stage. He's so cute irl with his lil glasses. ☺️

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The actual show, was fucking amazing. We got VIP so we were right up against the barricade. There were bodies flying over my head but I didn't care because I was having so much fun singing my heart out and just vibing. It was so wild and hot and sweaty but I was having the time of my life.

I made a TON of eye contact with Daniel H. He winked at me a few times and gave me some cheeky looks. 🫠 Whenever he looked over at me, I was really feeling myself and unintentionally would stare into his eyes while singing the lyrics to whatever song that was playing. I say 'unintentionally' because we would randomly just lock eyes when it was least expected, and I'm NOT just gonna look away lmao.

Nico winked at me and we had small moments where it felt like we were singing to eachother.

I remember at some point when it was quiet and the guys were having one of their talking points, I screamed kevins name and waved, he smiled and waved back. 😭

Important piece of context for this next bit:

The night before, my sister made me make a sign for David. Originally, I didn't want to because I was shy and didn't wanna feel dumb holding it up. Also, I'd never made a sign for anything or anyone in my life. Eventually, I gave in and made a sign asking for a drumstick. (pic included further down)

During one of the first talking points, I screamed David's name. I waved, got his attention, and held up my sign. The moment he squinted, I shit myself because I knew he was trying to read my sign. He gave me a big smile and waved... I was sent to the after life. 😂

I was able to get David's attention multiple times because I have an obnoxiously enormous crush on him and I'm loud af. All I did was scream his name the whole time lmfao. And every single time, he'd either wave, or point at me and wink. 💀💀💀

At the very end of the show, the band was throwing guitar picks and setlists. David walked up to the front of the stage and threw drumsticks out to fans. I remember, he had 2 drumsticks left in his hand and when he also noticed that, he kind of looked at me and with his body language told me to wait one second. He threw one of the 2 drumsticks into the air, and then finally he was down to one. He then walked as close to the edge of the stage as possible, kissed his drumstick, leaned over, gave it to me, and bowed, like a fucking prince handing me a rose.

.......The blood flow to my brain shut off 🤯

I honestly don't know how in the fuck I was able to function at all after that. I was the happiest person on the planet at that very moment. I'm tearing right now just thinking about it.

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After the show was over, we decided to wait outside to see if we could finally meet Daniel H. Unfortunately, again, we weren't able to get a hold of him. As he was leaving the building, he had a ton of stuff on him and I didn't wanna make him put his stuff down for us so we just told him goodnight and he smiled at us before disappearing.

We ended up waiting for the rest of the guys too.

When I saw David leave the building, I froze up. My sister dragged me by the arm while calling his name and asked, "can my sister hug you?". (I heard someone behind me say "aww" and I felt like curling into a ball and rolling away.) David literally stopped walking, parked his suitcase with his stuff next to some crew members, and turned around. He looked at us and was like "Yeah, I saw you in the front row", and smilled gently. He turned to me and gave me a proper hug. I hugged that man so tight, I could smell his cologne. While hugging I told him I loved him and I was so deliriously flustered that I don't even remember if he said anything back. He might have thanked us for being there. He hugged my sister. Then went to talk to other fans that were there briefly.

We also saw Nico, Kevin, and Pascal, but they seemed too busy to stop plus they had all this luggage with them. We did all manage to tell eachother goodnight. ☺️

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And that was it! There might've been a few small things I forgot to talk about but the Majority of it is there. This was a lot for me but in a good way.

Greatest night of my life and I'm so happy that I was able to share it with my sister (and mom, she was there too).

If I could do it all over again, I would.

✨💖✨

#personal babbling #electric callboy #kevin ratajczak #nico sallach #david friedrich #daniel haniß #daniel klossek #pascal schillo #bands #nyc