#wow that was one full ass run on sentence

[cadriona]

Headcanon that Yelan asking for a transfer to the chasm as soon as it reopened isn’t just due to wanting to uncover the past there, but also for an extended leave of absence because Beidou and Ningguang have finally gotten together (coughmoonchasecough) and subsequently the PDA and Ningguang mooning over Beidou whenever Yelan comes in to give her report is starting to grate on her nerves.

#yelan #ningguang #beidou #beiguang #wow that was one full ass run on sentence #fk i have a deadline for that yelan fic now nooooOO

[cookieswithay]

🌸"Aesthetically pleasing you"🐷

●°🌸Bakugou x fem reader🐷°●

Mmm...no real warnings in this one. There's like one suggestive sentence in it. But otherwise it's just our tough blondie struggling. Happy reading!

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• "No...not this one."

• Bakugou muttered as he scrolled through Goggle. None of the pinks are matching. Right now, the blonde's currently looking through aesthetic pictures. Pink ones. Why? It's a surprise. For you, actually. After you dropped your phone out of the window 'cause Bakugou scared you, he pulled from his emergency funds and bought you a new one.

• (You keep telling him it's not his fault, but he shouldn't be poking your sides near a OPEN window anyway.)

• With you out shopping, and your phone case finally delivered. His plan was in action. The only speed bump is the screen saver. NONE of them match the case. Not one! They're either too light or too dark. Or-wait, wait...maybe this one?

• "No..."

• "Godammit!"

• Bakugou growled. That one didn't match either. He laid his face on the cold table. How is THIS the difficult part!? Feeling frustrated, (and kinda hungry) he stood up with a huff. Maybe he could just use a full color background? But...will that make it looked half-assed?

• "Hey, Bakugou."

• He recognized that voice.

• "Sup, Sero."

• The brunette strolled on over.

• "Nothing much,"

• "Just gonna go swing Kirishima around with my tape."

• He snickered, with his usual whale like smile.

• "He's waiting for me outside."

• "Wanna come?"

• The blonde shook his head. Not only is he busy, but that just sounds dumb. They're just gonna crash into something or someone.

• "No, I'm busy."

• Sero tilted his head.

• "With what?"

• "With this."

• God frickin dammit. Bakugou already knew who it was without turning around. It's Denki. (The dunce.) With your NEW phone in his hand.

• "Dude,"

• He snorted.

• "Is this yours?"

• Without a word, sparks began to pop from Bakugou's hands. What? He didn't feel like explaining. Quickly, the other "blonde" put the phone back on the table.

• "Okay...not yours."

• The hothead huffed and put out his hands. Now that that's over, back to finding a solution...

• "So, like,"

• Sero cut in, (startling the blondie.)

• "Who's is it then?"

• Bakugou stiffened. Damn, they're still curious.

• "None of your business."

• The moment he finished that sentence, he knew he f**ked up.

• "Did you buy this for Y/N!?"

• They shouted in unison. He blushed.

• "Not so loud, idiots!"

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• "Wow, Bakugou,"

• Kirishima said, running his finger across all of the case's many details.

• "You really went all out for her."

• (Right now, all the boys are bunched in Katsuki's room. This matter is gonna be talked about in private.)

• Bakugou sucked his teeth.

• "Um, duh."

• "It was my fault, so I'm repaying her."

• The other two boys fought the urge to laugh. Does he for real still think they don't know about his relationship with you? Unfortunately, he notices their shoulders bouncing.

• "Something funny?"

• Everyone shook their heads. He's...gonna get to the bottom of that later.

• "Alright losers, since you're here,"

• He grabbed the phone from the fake redhead and turned it on, revealing his problem.

• "Help me with this."

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• "Maybe...this one?" -Kiri

• "No man, that one definitely doesn't match." -Sero

• His friends are also struggling with the lockscreen. Bakugou groans, his face smushed in his blankets. Dammit. This is going in frickin' circles. He doesn't wanna do this, but it's time for plan G. He sits up and grabs his own phone. After a literal speed dial, he waits for a answer.

• "Hello?"

• "Pink cheeks, you better not be busy."

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• All the boys watch silently, as Ochaco scrolls through photos intensely.

• (Bakugou planned on lying to her, saying it was for Eri, but the squad beat him to it. They made it sound real lovey-dovey and dramatic. And since she's a romantic, she was determined to help.)

• Kiri leans over to him.

• "Not questioning you or anything, but why'd you call Uraraka?"

• The blonde looks over.

• "She's a girl and she's close to Y/N."

• And...he really didn't wanna ask Deku. Again. The boys attention goes back to the brown haired dame. After what felt like, five seconds, (Hehe, I didn't say forever.) she finally stands up. She spun around.

• "I got it!"

• She nearly shoves the phone is Bakugou's face. He squints.

• "You're...sure?"

• Ochaco nods, beaming.

• "Absolutely positive."

• He sighs and takes the phone. He gives the phone a once over. Will you even like this? What if you already got a new one!? Deep in his thoughts, he doesn't notice the others staring at him. It's lowkey pretty sweet to see such a grouchy guy get all mushy over their friend. Bakugou suddenly snaps outta his trance, making everyone flinch.

• "Listen up,"

• He's in boss mode now. He looks over at Sero and Denki.

• "You two grab some wrapping paper,"

• To Kiri and Ochaco.

• "And you guys help me make this thing look presentable."

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• Bakugou heaved a exhausted sigh as he stared at his door. When are you gonna knock? He left your new phone in your room and you came back. So why haven't you barged in and hug him until he's in pain? Maybe you don't like it...no. He's knows your favorite stuff like the back of his hand, there's no way you wouldn't like it. Maybe...like a man, he should come to you. And stop being such a damn wuss! The fiery blonde stood up and took a breath. He loves talking to you, why's he so nervous?

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• He knocks on door lightly, hoping to not scare you.

• (Now that he thinks about it, he scares you alot.)

• "Hey, Y/N."

• No response. He raised an eyebrow. Are you asleep or something? Confused, he whips out his phone and leans against your door. You're probably hanging in Tsuyu's room again.

• (Yes, he's knows her nickname, but he just doesn't use it.)

• The door suddenly opens, nearly making Bakugou fall back.

• "Oh sh-!"

• Luckily, he does get caught, but in a pretty embarrassing way. Your painted fingers are digging into his chest and your knee is jammed into the back of his for stabilization. This isn't your typical "misunderstanding", but it still could invoke questions.

• "Uhg..."

• He can't think of anything to say. He's beyond embarrassed! You give a strained chuckle.

• (It's a miracle your still able to stand.)

• "Hello, handsome."

• Bakugou scrambles off you, red in face. He wishes he could defrost his face, but the feeling of your hands on chest is still lingering.

• "So, um..."

• The phone, dammit!

• "Did you see what was on your desk?"

• He said, sounding cool as ice. You looked confused and shook your head.

• "What, did you leave me something?"

• His blood froze. You didn't see it? In confused silence, he grabbed your hand and walked into your dorm. And sure enough, only the decorations were there. Now he's PANICKING. How is it not here!? No one could've taken it, only that one weirdo can phase through walls. So how did-

• In the middle of rifling through your desk, his hand bumped into the phone. You had squished it with a shopping bag. As much as Bakugou wanted to be irritated that something so priceless was almost getting broken, but he's just so damn relieved he found it.

• (It's a pity about the presentation, though.)

• You peeked from behind him, making him clamp it his hands. He can still make this a surprise!

• "Close your eyes."

• "Why?"

• "Just close 'em."

• He snickered. You ask too many questions. He grabbed your hand and turned it upwards. Slowly, he put the detailed device in your hand.

• "Okay, chuckles, open 'em."

• You did as instructed and look down. Your eyes sparkled.

• "Holy shi-,"

• You looked up at him.

• "Katsuki, did you buy this for me!?"

• The blonde blushed and looked off.

• "Well yeah. I'm the reason it broke in the first place-"

• He was suddenly cut of by a smooch. Followed with your arms tying around his neck. Before he could react, you pulled away and started peppering kisses on his cheek. Those tickle. Badly.

• "Hey, easy!"

• Someone could see! (Or he could start reacting to it.) You chuckled near his ear, making 'em turn red.

• "I can't believe you went and bought me a phone."

• "Guess when you feel guilty, you get SUPER generous."

• Bakugou grumbled in his throat. He wants to say 'only for you', but he did pay Kirishima back after the whole kidnapping thing. And do things other for people in the past... You kissed his nose and got off your tippy toes. You eyed the phone case, taking in it's details.

• "You even got me a cute ass case too."

• You kissed him again.

• "I love it, Katsuki."

• You said, looking into his eyes.

• "Thank you."

• And just like that, you made his heart spasm. Bakugou covers his face and turns away. His heart racing in his chest. He swears, someday you're gonna kill him with sweetness. He takes a deep breath and puts his attention back on you.

• "Come on,"

• He said, offering his hand to you.

• "Let's set it up."

• You smiled and took his hand. He leads you to your desk and you guys got started. This...is nice. Making you smile is the best. Even if it did put a dent in his savings.

• Little did the two you know, the friends that helped, are high fiving outside. Mission successful!

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(Your phone case and lockscreen.)

(These are from Pintrest. Real cute, right? )

I made this one from my struggles of getting aesthetic crap. I thought I wouldn't finish this one in a timely matter, but the inspiration flowed nicely. Also, pink is my dream aesthetic. If only I actually worn some...

(And this was finished in SEPTEMBER🤣)

#mha fanfiction #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero acedamia #katsuki bakugo x reader #female reader #bakugou katsuki #phone cases #aesthetic #pink aesthetic #the strugge is real #pinterest #oneshot #had fun #september #stay cool

[yorshie]

Mr. Big Boy Blue

His outfit choices are not that wild for a future Leonardo design, I’ve seen a lot of similar ones and I just went with what I liked and what I thought he would lean towards, I originally wanted to streamline the design a little more but as you see I could not get away from the 'pieced together' look that continues to haunt me every time I draw him so it's just a staple now. I really liked the 2016 versions of their outfits so I wanted to keep the same theme running. (Will probably never stitch in the design on his right hand ever again however)

His side tattoo is of lotus flowers, since they symbolize beauty through unlikely beginnings (they literally root in mud) and reaching your full potential. It stops halfway down his thigh, more on the outside than the inside, but I really wanted to lean into the idea that Leo strives for his full potential, and all the good and the bad that comes with that. (Red. you gave him anxiety. *sssh don't lie he already had anxiety we all knew that*) Also is there a more *Leo* thing to do than to have a traditional flower tattooed across his ass I'll wait.

Scars wise he’s got a few new ones. Lots on his hands but they’re old, from when he was learning to use his katana. The one across his left delt is from when the turtles discovered if a bullet hits their plastron just right it’ll nick the surface and hey, wouldn’t ya know it, those keratin shards hurt about as much as the bullet does. He’s got another nick on the other side that’s a knife wound from Bebop, and one crack across his plastron where Karai misjudged where his heart would be and punched a sword through his lung instead. (wow. Red. What a sentence. Are you gonna elaborate? *yup. it's coming in story form*) And under his wraps he's got a slice across his left arm (where his gauntlet is)

And I feel like there should be another bullet point here but I was diving more-so into general world building than talking about Leo specifically so yeah! That's how I picked apart my design choices! I'll talk more about what I envision happening in the ten years since the failed Kraang invasion in another post!

#tmnt bayverse #my tmnt art #bayverse leonardo #tmnt art #tmnt leonardo #soft flower turtles for the win

[pankowperfection]

Take it

Summary: After weeks of not being touched, you take matters into your own hands, which results in Rudy having to punish you

Warnings: smut, degradation, thigh riding, mentions of oral (male receiving), 18+

Rudy hadn’t touched you in so long. Weeks had passed without much more than a quick peck to your lips on his way out the door. You were desperate for his touch, throbbing with need that your own fingers or toys just couldn’t satisfy. Each passing day, your efforts to gain his attention had gotten more outrageous. First greeting him each night in a full set of lingerie, heels adorning your feet, but he’d barely looked at you before muttering he was tired and going to bed.

Next came walking around the house naked. Surely he couldn’t resist the appeal of your bare curves? Wrong. All he did was comment on how you must be cold and toss you one of his t shirts. Finally you’d had enough, deciding to pull out all the stops. If he wouldn’t play, surely someone else would. That night you had plans to meet up with the rest of the cast at a local bar, everyone anxious to let off some steam. You decide to be extra mischievous, wearing no bra or panties underneath your short little dress. You know if you bend over just right, whoever is behind you will get a view of your bare ass. The deep V in the front of the material accentuating your curves in the perfect way.

The ride to the bar is silent, Rudy’s face buried in his phone as you stare out the window, wondering why all of the sudden he has no interest in you. “We’re here baby,” he pulls you from your thoughts, taking your hand and helping you out of the car. Just as you predicted, all eyes are on you as you walk inside. Men and women alike can’t help but take their time looking you over from head to toe. Drew almost chokes on his drink when he catches sight of you, Chase stops mid sentence, thoughts running dry as he drinks you in. “Wow y/n, you look amazing,” Chase comments, passing you a drink as you settle into the booth beside him. “Yeah y/n, you look good hot. Special night?” Drew asks, gaze heating as his eyes cast down to your breasts, not even caring that Rudy is beside you. “No, just wanted to look good boys. Thanks for the compliments.”

As the night wears on you continue to drink, each cocktail going down easier than the last. You spend hours on the dance floor, flirting with any guy who will pay you some attention. An attractive stranger, who strangely almost resembles Rudy, is your next victim. You wrap yourself around him, grinding your ass against his crotch to the beat of the song. You don't let him kiss you, redirecting his eager lips to your neck. As you look over his shoulder you catch Rudy's gaze, anger burning behind his normally soft baby blues. Good, you think to yourself, maybe he'll finally do something later tonight.

The ride home is just as silent as the ride out, Rudy hurrying inside your apartment as you follow behind. Before you can confront him the door behind you is slammed shut, your back pressed against the cool metal. "So, you think you can act like a slut and dance with whoever you want? Let other guys touch what's mine?" You go to reply but he silences you with his large hand pressed over your mouth, stern look in his eyes only making your panties wetter. "No baby, I don't think so. You don't get to talk." His hand slides to your throat, applying just enough pressure to restrict your airflow. "You wanted my attention? You got it. You think I'm going to help you cum after you acted like that? You're wrong."

He pulls you away from the door, walking you over to the couch before he sits down. "Next time you want something from me, ask for it. Don't parade around the house and hope I'll take action or try to make me jealous. Now, for your punishment," he forces you to turn around, unzipping your dress and letting it fall to the floor in a pool around your feet. "I'll be nice and let you cum, since I have been failing to satisfy you. But I'm not gonna do shit. You can ride my thigh, but that's all." He pats his left leg, indicating for you to straddle him. He reclines back onto the cushions, hands resting behind his head as you climb over his thigh.

"Go on princess, make yourself feel good." His eyes are dark with lust now, raking down over your curves as you start to rock over the thick muscle below his dress pants. "Oh baby," you groan, simple motions already bringing you so much more pleasure than you could bring yourself. You glance down and see you've already soaked the expensive fabric, heat surging through your body at just how desperate you look in this moment. Rudy loves it though, bulge getting bigger by the second as you grind down onto his leg. Every moan and whimper leaving your lips makes him more turned on, cock twitching each time you cry out his name.

Sweat glistens over your skin, legs starting to get tired as your pace begins to falter. "Uh uh baby, don't stop. I want you to cum for me when I say, understand?" "Rudy, please. Help me, I need you." He gives you a knowing smirk, hands gliding up your sides to cup your breasts before twisting your nipples. "Fuck," your eyes threaten to roll, orgasm rising quickly in your system with the additional stimulation. When Rudy flexes his thigh you know you won't last much longer. "Babe please, I need to cum. Please." Each roll of your clit over his leg makes you shudder, pleas and whimpers the only sounds filling the room. "Now y/n, cum now." He captures your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue gliding into your mouth. The feeling reminds you of how his tongue feels gliding through your folds and makes you explode, soaking his pants as you dissolve into tremors in his lap. "That's it sweetheart, good girl. Now you wanna get on your knees and show me how sorry you are?" You quickly agree, sliding down onto the plush rug before eagerly unzipping his pants.

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[spittingbloodandscreaming]

Billie Joe Armstrong/Cis Male Reader smut where Billie where's pink panties and gets absolutely destroyed by reader and reader only refers to Billie as "Mr. Green Day".

(also its bleach blonde billie)

wears* also don't use anon i was right next to you when you sent this? @pinkfor3stt

1994, Green Day is at the top of the charts, they're selling albums in the millions. Every music magazine has his face on it or in it in some way.

Well isn't this just a sight.

And here he is. The one and only Billie Joe Armstrong on his hands and knees in front of you. In your bed. In jeans so low rise you can't do anything but notice his pretty pink lady underwear. And you make a point to tell him as you reach around to unbutton his jeans.

“Isn't this just a bit girly for you?” You giggle, snapping the lace-embroidered waistband against his skin. You move out of the way enough for Billie to kick his pants the rest of the way off, but quickly resume your clothed crotch to less-clothed ass position. “I mean I could understand the leopard print, but wow, neon pink? Lace? What would the audience think had you taken your pants off stage with these Mr. Green Day?” The condescension in your voice makes Billie sigh.

“They'd love it, you know. Maybe next time.” His laugh at his own joke is interrupted by you pulling his head back by his hair roughly, resulting in a yelp and a slew of profanity. You figure that that's enough talking from the both of you, might as well get to the point now. You move his underwear to the side and sloppily aim spit vaguely near his entrance. At the same time, you perform the masterful stunt of unbuttoning your pants with one hand.

You lean over, pressing yourself against Billie’s back. You turn his face to the side, giving you easy access to press a kiss to his lips. While doing so, you shove yourself inside of him. Unsurprisingly due to the lack of prep, he lurches forward, disconnecting from the kiss and letting out a strangled moan. You roll your eyes as you pull away. It’s not like you stabbed him.

You place two firm hands on the man-of-the-hour’s hips, figuring he’s had enough time to adjust as you begin to move. You hit the ground running at a solid one hundred and twenty beats per minute, and Billie’s making sounds that would give any bystander the impression you're killing him. You don’t exactly blame him this time, you’re having trouble keeping your cool with the way he’s arching into you, face fully down on the mattress. Any attempt to hold himself up has gone, and you’re only, what, a minute in?

You hook an arm around Billie’s waist, pulling him as close as possible and using that as leverage to pick up the pace as much as possible. He might as well be screaming now, spitting pathetic attempts at full sentences. The only words he seems to be able to get out are ‘mother fucker’ and ‘jesus christ’. You hoist him up a bit further, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you speak.

“Yeah, what? You like that, don’t you Mr. Green Day?” In retrospect, you realize how strange of a thing that is to say while absolutely demolishing a famous man’s insides, but you live and you learn. Billie reacts though, clenching around you and moaning louder and higher than before. You’re sure he’s close, and you know you are. You let him fall against the bed, keeping your arm around his waist and ramming into him as hard as you can. It only takes a moment of that before you and Billie both cum seconds away from eachother. You let your legs give out from under you, laying on top of Billie for just a beat before catching your breath enough to roll off of him. You both lie face up for a while, trying your best to level your breathing.

“Where the hell did the Mr. Green Day thing come from?” Billie says, low and hoarse.

“Do you not like it?”

“No, no I do. Use it again sometime.”

#green day #billie joe armstrong #billie joe armstrong x reader smut #bille joe armstrong x male reader smut #bandom #billie joe armstrong smut #nsft fanfiction #x reader smut #x reader fanfiction #green day fanfiction

[simpingwriter]

#14 Nathan Prescott x Kathryn (LiS OC)

'Two dipshits and Bacon'

Oh yeah, am back. Not with MHA. But with Life is Strange's local misunderstood asshole, Nathan. my bad, grabbed the wrong piece of creativity in my grey cells :)

Take it or leave it, but MHA will come too at some point, Hawks is still my main simping target.

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This was so bad...like, terrible.

You had promised your mom and your step dad that you wouldn't do this again!

Yet here you were.

Outside your dorms at night, dodging the security guards' field of view. You just wanted to clear your head for your music assignment and this is the thanks you get?!

Lots of heart attack inducing sneaking later and eventually quietly booking it when they turned away from where you needed to go, you finally got to the front part of the school, targeting the well in a quick beeline.

Sitting down on the well's edge at the front entrance, you make out a person near the trees. It definitely wasn't a security guard, unless they got smart enough to pose as another student that cheated the night curfew. For a while you ignored them, they did the same with you after all. But then it began to rain in ribbons, all of the sudden and without any kind of warning, like for example a simple starting pitter patter like it usually did. Standing up, you quickly fish out your umbrella from your small bag, almost dropping your headphones and something else in the progress.

Just as you're about to run for the dorms again, you remember the person under tree. Are they still there? Yep, just as many minutes before. You really should ask them if they had an umbrella for the downpour...

Weak ass arms from P.E fighting against the heavy wind that came with the rain, you got closer to the person leaning against the tree, clearly making out smoke leaving their lips.

But then, like a deer in headlights you make a full stop. That's not just ANY person or student. That's Nathan Prescott.

'And it's best if you stay way from Nathan Prescott, he's fucking unhinged!'

That's what Alyssa told you when you met her on your first day, not really getting the time to ask her about the 'why' of that apparently unwritten rule on campus: to avoid any interaction with the young Prescott, that is was best to not even mention his name, probably unless it was gossip like that from Alyssa. The gossip part wasn't actively mentioned to you but obviously you knew how highschool was. Unforgiving.

But, you being you, what better to do than to possibly find out on your own, why he apparently was such a menace?

"Why the fuck are you staring at me like that, bitch?" Wow.

"What a horrible conversation starter..." You quip relatively carefree across the small distance still left between you two, eyeing his expression becoming first surprised and then the apparently usual angry, "Yeah, maybe because it wasn't, you fucking idiot."

Against your better judgement — you definitely shouldn't have stayed that long on the roof in the burning sun listening to music during lunch break today, probably got a heatstroke during that — you cross the small gap left between you two. Nathan was almost a full head taller than you and you slightly had to tilt your head to catch his piercing yet almost dull looking gaze, one that couldn't decide between being confused or mad.

"You shouldn't stay in the rain like this. You'll get sick." You state the obvious, holding your umbrella a bit higher for him to fit under too with his extra height. Now he was the one to stare 'like a bitch' as one side of his upper lip was pulled up, "Do i look like i – Fucking Hell!" Mid sentence an acorn and some huge ball of hail almost hit him straight on the head, only missing his nose by an inch as he jumps back with a curse leaving his lips.

Quietly you pull up your eyebrows, pointing at your umbrella with an innocent smile, "Last Chance." Why be mean immediately if you could try the other way first?

Without any more words, he gets under the transparent umbrella with you, crossing his arms as he matched your pace back to the dorms, the guards gone now...probably to get themselves umbrellas as well. His red jacket was wet no matter what, just as was your black sports top, dripping at the seams from when you hadn't pulled up your umbrella just yet.

Before you could say your goodnights to the Prescott, choosing to not antagonize anybody without good reason anymore, the dorm's doors got thrown shut in a hurry that said nothing but 'I don't wanna be seen around you.'

The next days, you suddenly seems to see Nathan almost everywhere you went, not just in class. Or maybe you never really realized how often your paths crossed in school before yesterday night? As often as two persons could in four days, of course. But today it really stuck out to you.

Even when you went to use the toilet, you bump shoulders with him, only hearing him produce something that you could only call something akin to a growl at your back before you disappeared behind the girl's toilets door.

Later but not sooner, you finally finished all lessons for today and you stood on the parking lot — next to your car — to plan where to go for some quiet and isolated practicing time for your vocals, impatiently tapping your fingers on its blue hood. Yet you didn't get that far as you heard some people gasp and step to the side as someone barreled past them onto the parking lot. At first, you paid it no mind, someone's rage wasn't always your business, also not anymore...until the footsteps stopped right in front of you and your were pressed against your car with enough force to draw a shocked gasp from your throat.

"Stop following me around, you fucking bitch!". It was Nathan, you could hear the boiling anger in his voice more than usually when around him. "What possibly makes you think i would follow you around, huh?" "Because i literally see you everywhere, dipshit!"

Still pressed against the hood of your car, you take it to yourself to tilt your head, question marks popping up in your head, "Breaking News, we visit the same fucking school, now please let me go..." You couldn't show how angry you could get. You had to follow their rules to stay here. Nonetheless, this wasn't worth the trouble.

" 'please let me go...' , Jesus fucking Christ, you stupid bitch piss me off!" He scowls, roughly pushing himself away from you, giving you your space for just a moment before he was back in your face, "Just stay the fuck away from me, get it?" "Whatever..."

Hopping into your car, seeing the Prescott stomp back off, probably to let his anger out on someone else, you drove off without a real plan of your destination now. In the end, you drove to the diner one of the students told you about. Two Whales. Apparently the best one of it's kind in the next 50 miles.

Parking your car on a parking lot a bit down the road due to the others being already in use, you walk back to the diner. The door rings as you enter and immediately your nose is hit with a heavenly smell of Bacon!

Despite the overfilled parking lots, the dinner is basically empty, only three other costumers inside currently. For a moment you think about whether you'd take the booths or a seat at the counter. Of course you took the booth. It didn't take long and soon you had ordered a plate of eggs and bacon, extra bacon for extra money. Drinking your coffee, you hear your phone beep. Shitttt, you have to take your medicine.

Quickly, you produce a pill bottle from your backpack, popping two into your hands and then into your mouth, drowning them in the "coffee" that was clearly more milk and sugar than anything else. Milk probably wasn't the best liquid for medicine, but oh well. As you let the pills disappear back in your bag, you hear the diner's bell ring again. Cold shock ran down your back as you made eye contact with the familiar blue eyes, staring you down like a bull in front of a red flag.

"You can't be fucking serious..." He mumbles with gritted teeth, but you heard him clear as day. Why? Because he steered straight towards your booth while he did so, sliding in without a question being asked, "This is MY booth, dipshit." He spat, almost loud enough for the rest of the diner to hear, but thankfully most of them are too busy seeking wisdom and riches in their tenth cup of black coffee by now.

"I don't see your name on it..." "My name is basically on all of town, bitch, now move."

His name?

Sure.

"Your family's name, Prescott." You correct with some courage, letting your old attitude shine through as the blonde server came back with your plate and one extra one with the extra bacon on it. With a smile, you ignore his usual daggers for eyes as you kindly thank her for actually making your wish come true. Mmhhh, Bacon.

"Who do you even think you are!?"

Hm?

"Hm? What...do you mean?" Crunching on the crispy strips of bacon, you eye the boy with question. Maybe you missed something.

"Nobody even dares to talk to me that way! Didn't they ever tell you what i do to smart asses like you?" So he isn't used to people treating him like anyone else, like he wasn't Richie Rich? Unsurprising.

"Even if, it's not like i care. Prescott is just a name, jail is just a place and maybe, just maybe, you'll watch your voice. Don't threaten people with possibly violence if a cop isn't even 10ft away from you." You "smartass" back, all while keeping a gentle tone, still determined to show that you aren't an actual threat...even if he might be the bigger one anyways.

"I talk how i want, i basically own this shithole." "Your family–" "I don't wanna fucking hear that!" Smiling mischievous at his poor choice of words, you lean onto the table of your booth with one arm, "Then what do you want to hear? Appraisal like from a butler? Fearful begging that you don't sue me to the moon? A request for at least a dime of your ridiculous riches?"

For once, Nathan had been entirely wordless as his already intense stare became even harder, but not even just anger, just like back then. Watching you eat your scrambled eggs — you in return always keeping your eyes on him, still kind of on edge that he could blow up all of the sudden — his hand suddenly extended, grabbing a bunch of bacon strips like a hooligan before standing up from the booth.

"Hey! Give those back!" You shout in feeble protest, standing up after him as he gave a dry laugh while making his way out the diner, stolen bacon quickly disappearing into his mouth. "Quit yapping, idiot, it makes you look even more stupid."

These encounters didn't become any less, they actually increased and you swore that it was him that was actually stalking you. Whenever you ate out at Two Whales before or after school, he'd pop up with his truck, come in, settle down in the same booth you chose, steal some of your food while being his usual rude self before leaving again, like nothing ever happened. And somehow he always managed to take the favorite parts of your meals. Being yourself, one day you just ordered your choice of food twice instead, waiting for the usual ding of the door before he let himself fall on the opposite bench of your booth. If he wasn't such a dick whenever he talked to you...or about you, how dumb you were, people could almost identify you two as some weird kind of friends.

"You're a goddamn fucking glutton too, who would've guessed..." He criticized at the sight of the second plate, hand already reaching over to yours by routine by now. "Get your dirty paws off my plate, Prescott. That...is yours..." Without fear of the "repercussions", you slap his hand away from your own bacon, the first time you ever fought back to his food theft, earning yourself a sharp glare as you pointed at the plate across yours, "I'm the last person in this shithole that needs to get food paid for them." He was right, he could easily buy his own food. Hell, he could buy all the bacon in the diner if he REALLY wanted to bother you.

"Eat your fucking Eggs, Prescott..." You groan while resting your head in one hand, forking up your own scrambled food, as always. And for once you also got back to tasting the greasy bacon as well, savoring its heavenly texture. He did too, albeit with a constant sour tone to even his chewing and crunching, however he managed that anyways. "You piss me off." He suddenly stated, nose scrunched up as he eyed you with suspicion, "You're like all these other whores in the past, trying to get on my good side so i won't bully you, isn't that right?"

All theses other whores? Who did he mean? The girls at school clearly didn't sound like they ever even tried in the first place to be nice to Nathan to see if he had a different side to himself. Something he maybe actually didn't have, but you didn't know him for long enough yet to paint a clear picture about your opinion of him. "Oh please, I'm not nice because it's you. I just think it's wrong to immediately see the worst in everyone just because you heard some rumors..."

For a moment, nothing 'smart' or angry was thrown back at your head, his mouth hanging just ever so slightly as he seemed a bit caught off guard at your suddenly once more gentle words, but probably mostly about your — to him now familiar — even gentler smile. He didn't know nor believe it, but you meant it.

"...Well... you're clearly on the wrong fucking path with me, dipshit." He finished his plate in a sudden hurry, leaving no room for you to argue before he stormed back out of the dinner, but not before he snatched your very last piece of bacon...of course. What an ass. Maybe you just had to live with at least achieving a mutual agreement of you both being "dipshits", though you're just one in his mind.

A week passed once more, Nathan walked down the school's secondary hallways, the one that also housed the two new practice rooms for the music majors, one for vocal practice, one for Instrument practice. And one class and computer room reserved for music majors, which was actually more of a room with a projector, a small stage that could fit three people and two rows of empty desks down a vertical line for the students' equipment needed to work on refining the recordings they made of their music or for writing notes during class.

The Prescott didn't really notice where he was until he heard the guitar to his right, rolling his tired eyes. Most of the music majors acted like they were incredibly superior to the other art majors, simply because "they actually used their body to make a living in the future". A statement that made him laugh out way too loud at the double meaning it had without most of them realizing. Not to forget that 99% of their kind used Auto Tune. Fucking fakers.

Shockingly, the only one of these bastards that didn't say such words was the girl from the diner. He didn't even know your name, having paid no mind to it till today, even though you had all your classes — except music — together. There were only three things that he always remembered when he unfortunately had to waste his precious thoughts on you.

1. You're fucking annoying.

2. Surprisingly expressive. Why couldn't one of his rare occasional photo "muses" have such an expressive mug??

3. Clearly no sense of knowing when to fuck off or when it was time to mind your own business.

Unknowingly to him, in a few moments he could add a fourth point to the list of things that kept bouncing around his already stressed and troubled enough brain.

While on the right he heard someone practicing a song on a guitar, a girl's singing voice came from the left door, slightly ajar. Uncommon curiosity pulled him in like a cat about to lose a life, pushing the door slightly open to the big room that was built like two small record studios, windows parting him and the desks with clearly haphazardly plugged in recording equipment thrown across it from the two "empty" rooms, walls covered in the common face of black acoustic foam. But it was the person in the recording booth that made it anything but empty, that drove a cold shiver down his back.

The nameless diner stalker with the crave for way too much bacon.

You wore nothing but black sports shorts, your usual white sneakers and an incredibly loose white tank top, the "arms" cut open so wide he could see the burgundy and black lace bra hugging your frame perfectly from where he stood.

"But i give in so easily and 'No thank you!' is how it should've gone, i should stay strong..." Your voice sang into the mic in front of you and unfortunately your voice sounded...good. Very good.

"But i'm weak and what's wrong with that!?" You continued, putting seemingly your soul into the tune of the song he remembers hearing on the radio every so often, easily hitting each note and switching the tone of your voice within moments to match the speed and rhythm given by the instrumental of the song running over the laptop and through the speaker in the background. The window had to be a one-way, as you gave no indication of having seen him, continuing through the song unbothered.

By then, it was like his hands moved on his own, pulling out his camera, capturing the exact moment when you got to the loudest parts of the song's refrain, your eyes squeezed shut, mouth wide open with your teeth at one side peeking out from under your lips, frozen right in that moment. In the moment he captured, it looked like you were yelling out in pain, screaming for someone to come to your aid. Or screaming in pure rage at some unjust act.

You almost finished your last song to practice for the cover project when you saw a flash go off at the edge of the door that parted you from the darkened room and the control desk with your laptop and mixing board. Worried for your equipments' safety, you run over to the slightly ajar door, almost kicking it open to catch the sneaky photographer.

But you found nobody. Fucking Photography majors...

What you did find was your mixing board on the ground, cable drawn towards the exit of the practice room with a tight loop, like someone tripped over it in their hasty get away. Picking it back up, you immediately realize that some of its buttons had been now loosened, but worst, three, the most important, broke off entirely, the back of it cracked in two, revealing its electric insides.

While it wasn't madly expensive and definitely not giving you the highest quality in output of audio, it was the only thing you could afford with your money from being a semi-known creator without having to starve for a month afterwards."Fuck... How am I supposed to finish my project now!? All my work..."

If you had been more focused on the stranger that apparently took a photo of you and also broke your poor mixing board, you would've taken a look outside the practice room and you would've seen Nathan holding his Camera in his shaking hands, eyes wide from when he accidentally took down the mixing board, indeed having stumbled over the cable, just as you expected. Why did he feel bad for breaking it? He shouldn't give two fucks about it!

But he did. Somehow.

Immediately on his way to the dorms, he began looking something up on his phone, so deep in thought that he didn't even hear his name being called by Victoria.

"That's what happens if you buy cheap ass budget Equipment..." He mumbles on his bed, scrolling through various sites, searching...

The next two days, he somehow did not meet you once, not even in class? Were you sick? Did the mixing board actually pull you down that much?

And why did he even give a shit about that now as well? Had your ugly mug already become such a routine to him that it stood out to him like a sore thumb?

Shaking his head free of these unwelcome and intruding thoughts, he continued listening to Jefferson's lesson. Ever since then...he felt incredible unease near that man, knowing exactly that Jefferson had him in his hands with...with those photos. But of course he couldn't nor would he show that, acting the same way he always did. Yet all he wanted to do was run. Run far far away, away from the man that blackmails and uses him. Away from his past mistakes.

When he didn't find you even at Two Whales, also for the second time now, he felt...odd, squinting at the empty booth. An empty plate, some small crumbs of scrambled egg and bacon left on it, told him that you might've been here shortly before he came. That or it wasn't yours. He thought you would hold out longer, but in the end you're really just like the rest of Blackwell and Arcadia Bay, fake and only nice because you're afraid, rightly so too.

In his room, he loaded his recent photos he took onto his laptop, coming across the five he took of you when he stumbled across you practicing. As annoying as you were, fucking pissing him off actually, but you were looking incredible in the photos, your expressions while you sang were genuine and perfect for his type of photos.

Ignoring his other photos for now, he edited the five shots of you, putting the usual black and white filter over it, along with black censor bars over your eyes for the stylized touch. If you weren't such a bitchy bother, he would almost think about thanking you for the unexpected inspiration. Never happening, ever. Nathan Prescott doesn't thank others. Not anymore.

Finished at last, he leans back and takes a wider angled look at the end products. And suddenly he realizes something when he looked at your faces in the pictures. Mr. Jefferson can never find out about these pictures...what if they inspired him too, again? No. Not another. Anything but that...

It was almost sad to know that these photos had to stay private, never to be seen by another. But this damned school was a fucking cesspool of gossipers, the photos would reach everyone is less than a day.

Almost sad.

"I'd rather not have her think she's actually worth something just because she gave me a few good shots with her ugly mug..." He tells himself, hiding the finished photos on a locked part of his photo files, printing out his favorite one for his portfolio. He didn't have many photos centered around actual people, usually just around objects or places with people maybe in the shots. He slid the portfolio, his secondary one filled with all photos he didn't need someone to see, back into its hidden place between the wall and his small bookcase.

He only cast a glance out the window of his room shortly, but when he spotted one of your usual types of outfits, he was immediately at the window, watching what you were doing. With a note in hand, you went to pin something against the pinboard at one of the paths. You straight after went back to the dorms, vanishing behind the big wooden doors.

Biting his lips in thought, he decided whether or not he should look at what kinda shit you posted up. But...why should he even care?

Right...?

A minute later, he stood in front of the board, against his better decision, reading the note of yours. You're advertising about babysitting for younger family members of the other students to buy yourself a new mixing board after your old one was broken "because of your own stupidity." You wouldn't even accuse anyone for breaking it...weirdo.

"Again...that's what you get for buying budget garbage... probably from Target or some..." He mumbles to himself after tearing down your note. Just the thought of you letting yourself down to an even lower lever than you're already, simply for being your annoying overly kind self, made him cringe.

Running, out of breath from the distance you had to put behind you, you throw your body through the door to the toilets, panting as you leaned against the now shut door. This was too close, fucking Madsen caught you when you came back from smoking, definitely smelling the familiar scent of it on your clothes. This wasn't supposed to happen, he wasn't supposed to be there at that time of the day!

Resting your hands on your knees, slightly feeling yourself stare holes into the ground and the air at the fact that you almost got caught smoking weed not even a month into the new school. If your parents would find out that you continued your antics and habits at Blackwell as well, they'd surely drag you back home with their own hands. That was the last thing you wanted, not after finally getting some amount of autonomy without their constant bickering for being "such a difficult kid".

Standing up straight again, stretching your back out, you look around the room, thinking about using the opportunity to quickly use the toilet. Until you see something that definitely doesn't belong in the girls' toilets. Urinals. Fuck, you accidentally went into the boys' toilets in your hurry...

You heard the security guard's voice, he was asking around about you, if the other students saw you. They had to have seen you, you were not easy to overlook, you're not wearing the most dull colors today, it being a fitting set of sport shorts and a top in neon blue with pink sneakers. Add that to your unusual or maybe even erratic behavior and you got perfect gossip fodder.

But they didn't. Each voice you heard denied knowing where you went. So this school does have some sort of comradeship under its students, surprise surprise...

Nonetheless you're stuck in the boys' toilets for now. It seemed relatively quiet, so you must be lucky enough to be alone right now. What better time than now to explore the dank hole the guys call their "fart sanctuary". Guys will be guys, but honestly, sometimes you wished girls were that way too. And you meant generally speaking, not just those weird outcast girls that tried acting like "one of the guys" to at least be accepted by them. Even then they didn't manage to fit in with them, only looking desperate or edgy. Or both.

What made you so bitchy today? Maybe, just MAYBE...your broken equipment from yesterday? Or the weed. Nope. It's the equipment.

Dragging your feet across the white tiles, you push your hands into you shorts' pockets and curiously eyed the various doodles and writings on the stalls and walls, occasionally on the mirrors too. One specific one on the mirrors though caught your eyes.

" 'Kill the rich kid'...?" You lazily read out, feeling the hits you took finally take actual effect, but still clear enough in the head to get its implications. This was 100 percent directed towards Nathan. Maybe it was a trick of your mind or maybe your current change in how you took in things, but you suddenly could hear something you didn't hear a few moments ago. Quiet, incredibly restrained sobbing, in one of the stalls and it definitely didn't start just now, it sounded way to advanced for that. Whoever it was tried to muffle it desperately so you couldn't hear him, holding back something.

"These fucking assholes, man... can't you just leave him be?" You groan, pulling a few dry paper towels from the dispenser at the wall, making them wet at the faucet before returning to the nasty words.

You had read enough of such kind of insults at your old school, specifically against your best friend. And it wasn't even like he was an unapproachable dick like Nathan, he was actually one of the best people to talk with. He was a kind "Himbo" that liked his weed too, as well as alcohol — in moderation — and throwing parties with you.

But many people only saw the status he got with his parents and their last name. They only saw the money. The generations long "class jealousy" of the middle class sometimes disgusted you, especially since it also hit those that maybe worked hard and long to the give their children a good live or those that never showed off to push others down.

Luckily the writing wasn't made in something waterproof. So it clearly the guilty student wasn't too smart. "I'm sure you're a good person... somewhere in there." You claim while thinking about how until now, unlike you for him, Nathan hasn't found even one nice word for you. But you're patient when you believed in something. Guess weed gave not just bitchy tendencies.

You thought about just leaving it at that for a moment, no longer hearing Madsen outside in the hallway, but an idea popped into your hazy head. "Done." You pop your waterproof marker back into your backpack, nodding satisfied at your own writing. It wasn't directly pointing towards Nathan, more towards the greater population. But since it's in the same spot as the former insult, whoever wrote that will know who you mean.

Turning back towards the exit, you went to move back out and to find a way back into your dorm room without this pinscher of a guard finding you again. Not before finally acknowledging the unknown crying dude on the toilet, "And you, I'm sure, whatever made you cry... It will change for the better. Take care."

You push the door open and leave as sneakily as you could, only for Dana — who stood opposite of you now, frozen in motion as soon as she saw you — to quietly eye you. "Shh. I wasn't here..." You whisper towards her, quickly sliding out of the main entrance before anyone else could notice, only seeing her hold back a chuckle as she nodded with a thumbs up.

As you left the toilets, he finally managed to fully stifle his sobs, cursing under his breath. How lucky had he just been that she didn't hear his voice in his pathetic crying? Wiping away the fresh tears from his already worn out and slightly red eyes, he unlocked the stall door with a shaky hand. The other hand pushed some stray hairs back up that escaped his usual hairstyle. His eyes went back to the spot that held the words that caused his breakdown. He should've gotten used to them by now, but he didn't.

Wait. Those aren't the same ones...

'Everyone deserves a second chance, even assholes.'

With knitted eyebrows he went over the words, again and again. The phrase was no use to him, but you couldn't possibly know that, know that he had already way too many 'second chances'. All exactly because he was the 'rich kid', his parents made sure nobody knew of the shit he caused already.

And blackmail made sure his biggest mistakes didn't get out.

Hell, even if you're actually just nice towards him because you're so fucking naive and gullible, thinking that actually everyone deserves a chance of kindness...he couldn't fucking believe that. Nobody in this world is nice without reason, especially if money was in the game.

He had to leave the toilets now as well, he had to drop off the package he received. And he had to unfortunately meet...someone.

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he is a feral dumbass and i love him for that.

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Hi I'd just love to say I absolutely love your writings and I'd love to ask for a Jen the babysitter of y/n and jaehyun having there own really smutty flirty moment infront of her and jaehyun is basically just Needy for y/n and just trying to show that he is interested in her only if that's ok hope u understand thank uuu

[5:27pm]

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: sexual touching, jaehyun is horny.

happy eighteenth jen! <3

jen yawns and walks into the kitchen looking for something to snack on, she had woken up from her nap.

“oh! mr and mrs jeong! hello! welcome back home!” jen nervously laughs when seeing the couple both cooking. “rise and shine, jen. how was your nap?” you ask setting the knife down.

“it was great. i’m sorry for napping so long.” you shake your head. “no, don’t apologize— oh, can you try this paste? i made it and i wanted to get your perspective on it.” you grab the wooden spoon and scoop some of the paste.

you put the spoon in front of jen’s lip and she tastes it. “mmm— oh that’s spicy.” she giggles and covers her mouth. “is it? i’m sorry, love.” jen coughs and shakes her head. “is it too spicy?” jen shakes her head. “no it’s just.. my spicy tolerance is high.” she explains. “oh, i didn’t know. i’m sorry.” she shakes her head again. “it’s fine, mrs jeong.” she reassures you again.

“mrs. jeong?” you hum, going back to cutting the meat up. “may i ask, what’s the special occasion?” you grin widely.

“it’s your birthday, silly. happy birthday, love.” jen blushes. “how’d you know?” her voice now quiet. “i remembered from when we first met you.” jen bites on her bottom lip, she was speechless.

“now, foods almost finished. why don’t you call your friends over for a party? hannie is at her grandparents so she isn’t here. please, no underaged kids though. alcohol is allowed.” jen nods and sits at the dinner table.

jen lifts her head when hearing giggles coming from the kitchen. “stop— jen is in the next room.” she hears you squeal and then the knife being dropped on the cutting board.

“god, you’re so sexy.” jaehyun groans quietly while running his hands all over your body. his lips attacking yours to keep you quiet. “jae—“ you moan into the kiss.

you push him away from you with the back of your hand. “stop, i’ve gotta prepare food.” jaehyun pouts when you shut him down. “later.” you say making him stand up straight with a grin.

jen wanted a small party but it ended up being a big one, lots of her friends came, they brought more beer and presents.

“guys! come to the kitchen, it’s time for cake!” you say turning the music down a bit while jaehyun lit the candles.

everyone starts to gather around in the dining room, jen sat in her personal chair which was aimed in front of the cake. “on the count of three. 1.. 2.. 3!” you counted down.

everyone chanted the birthday song which made jen giggle with nervousness. the spotlight was on her and she got all shy.

after everyone finished the song, she held her hands together and closed her eyes.

“i wish for mr jeong to be mine.” her mind reads and then she blows the candles out.

you were glad that you had bought a small cake, nobody ate the cake. instead of eating it, they smashed it in jen’s face as another present.

“jae, did you want some cake? there’s like.. two slices left—?” your sentence gets cut off by jaehyun smashing cake into your face.

“wow, thanks babe.” jaehyun giggles and leans forward with his tongue out.

you close an eye while jaehyun licks the cream off your face. “yeah, thanks baby. you’re doing a fantastic job.” you praise him while he continues licking it off your cheek.

“okay, i think that’s enou— hm.” you sigh as jaehyun smashes more cake into your mouth. “oh, wow. okay, mhm.” you almost laugh as jaehyun starts eating and licking the cake off your lips.

he wasn’t even helping you clean the frosting off your lips anymore, he was full on making out with you. hands grasping on your ass while pressing you against the table.

“—oh, my god! look, jen, there’s aaron! jen? jen?” jen was too busy glaring at the married couple having a heated makeout session. “jen?” her friend calls out again and looks where jen was looking at.

“aw, old couple making out. cute. anyways, look at aaron! he’s coming over here to talk to you!” jen’s friend smacks jen on the shoulder which snaps her focus from the couple.

jen sighs and grins when seeing her school crush walk up to her. “hey jen, do you wanna go someplace else to.. talk?” jen looks at her friend then at the couple who were still making out, and then back at her school crush.

“sure.” she nods.

you throw the pills to the back of your throat and chug your glass of water. “mm, good morning, baby.” a tired jaehyun walks in shirtless while scratching the back of his head.

“hm, good morning.” you wash the glass and put it on the rack. “do you need some advil too?” he shakes his head. “nope, i don’t have a headache. thank you though.” he captures you by the waist and connects his lips with yours.

“mm, nope.” you push him off from your lips. “morning breath, baby.” he laughs and shakes his head, leaning down and pressing one last kiss on your lips.

you and jaehyun look to the kitchen door when hearing someone’s foot being dragged. “jen?” you call out and a voice answers. “yep, right here, mrs jeong.” she walks into the kitchen, her makeup all messed up and her falsies ripped off.

“did you want some advil? i can tell you have a headache and a hangover.” jen laughs and nods. “that would be great, thanks mrs jeong.” you nod and pat jaehyuns chest. “make coffee, please?” he nods and gives you another kiss before pulling away.

you reach for the cabinet and you grab the advil bottle, shaking two pills into your palm. you grab a glass and fill it up with some water. “jen, love?” the drunk lifts her head and walks over to you, taking the pills and glass from your hand. “thank you.” you nod.

“well, that was hell of a party.” you say while sighing and walking over to jaehyun who struggles with the coffee machine. “it won’t start.” he frowns.

flick.

you flick one of the switches and look up at the sighing man. “it was.. god, thank you guys. so much. i really appreciate the birthday party you guys threw for me.” jen smiles while washing her glass.

“of course, jen. happy eighteenth, my love.” jaehyun pushes his face into your breast with several yawns. “still tired, baby?” he nods, hands rubbing your ass.

jen clears her throat and rolls her eyes when seeing the love birds flirt.

“oh, jen. i think you need a shower.” you laugh, “you have cake in your hair, love. here,” you push jaehyun away and hop off the counter.

“hey, that’s my job.” jaehyun pouts when you jump without his help. “you big baby, sh.” you turn back to jen. “go shower and i’ll get some of my clothes for you.” jen nods and follows you upstairs leaving the poor jaehyun alone.

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how about like you don't know peter is spider-man and you / flash throw a halloween party and peter comes along claiming his suit is just a costume but like it's lowkey hot and you beg him to practically fuck you with his suit on OR like he knows you're turned on by him and he just drags you upstairs and makes you beg him to fuck you

OH MY FUCKING GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS

you’re staring at him all night and he can obviously tell so he’s just got the biggest smirk on the grin. the little shit. and the way he’s leaning against the wall, subtly flexing his abs to “keep his balance” with a solo cup in the other hand. mask off of course so you could see his hair

later on in the night you start teasing him and calling him spiderman or spidey all the time. but for the most part y’all are having fun, dancing, they’re playing early 2010’s music so they’re all bangers. and then. you call him bug boy. something just snaps in him with the new nick name and he’s like “y/n, a word?”

and then he leads you throughout the mildly crowded house until he reaches your bedroom

“sit” is all he says and you obey faster than you ever have in your life

he’s just walking around your room now, looking at the pictures on your wall and your knick knacks in your dresser like he hasn’t been in your room 9274663728 times, and then he just drops the most casual “wow, such a good girl” like he’s not even paying attention to you. LIKE BITCH WHAT

when he finally does turn his attention to you he has an amused smile on his face and he’s just staring at you while he takes his gloves off. “ugh, these are a pain.”

he proceeds to grab your jaw gently and shoves one of the gloves iN YOUR MOUTH. EXCUSE ME?!!??!! he pats your stuffed cheek “that should keep you quiet” and you just wine. “be a good girl, can you do that? no noises” and he webs your arms together. SO NOW YOU KNKW HES ACTUALLY SPIDERMAN but you probably won’t remember because all you can focus on is the fact that he called you a good girl again.

a full on moan is stopped by the glove this time and peter chuckles. he doesn’t say anything for the longest time, he just teases you through your panties for what felt like hours. feather light touches driving you insane and not givin you any relief. countless whimpers coming from you and you’re practically soaking through ur panties. peter has a shit eating grin on his face because he loves what he does to you

eventually after a while peter takes the glove from your mouth and flips you over on the bed so you’re looking at yourself through a mirror across the room. peter just leans over your body and whispers in your ear “whaddya wanna do baby, should we go back to the party? they never did play that song you wanted. it’d be a shame if we missed it.” he starts kissing your neck. all you can whine out is a choked ‘no’

“oh? then what should we do baby? not much to do in here, i think i’d be pretty bored.” he continues his assault on your neck and your eyes have rolled in the back of your head. you look at the obscene picture of the two of you in the mirror and you moan. “pants off. please peter, please”

he catches you looking at yourself in the mirror and he groans, “what do you mean baby, you’re wearing a dress” THIS BITCH UGHHAHSHGAGAHWS

“nono.” you barely finish your sentence when peter starts working on a hickey on your neck “take your pants off. i need you peter.”

he stops kissing your neck only to say “i don’t think i know a peter. did you forget about spiderman?” 😔 this bitch really went there. you oblige and ask ‘spiderman’ to take his pants off and he does.

now he’s right behind you. one hand massaging your ass and the other stroking his cock. “beg” is all he says and you hid a moan by burying your head in the bed. all he does is remove his hand from your ass to wrap around the front of your neck to pull your head up.

THEN HE MAKES EYE CONTACT THROUGH THE MIRROR. he’s running his head over your clit, the cocky son of a bitch. he chuckles darkly “no darling i don’t think you understood.” he tightens his hand ever so slightly around your neck. “i said, beg. beg for your favorite heroes cock. god, i could smell you all night. took everything in me not to fuck you right there in front of everyone.”

you whimper again when he pushes just his tip in and then pulls it out. “so can you beg for me sweetheart? hm?”

and this is already too long ugh i’m so sorry for this filth

#andrew garfield #spiderman #asks #peter parker #asks open #peter parker smut #spider man smut #tasm #tasm smut

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The Princess and The Pogue (pt. 6)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader  / Topper x Female!Reader  

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Swearing, mild smut, fluff, angst, mentions of abuse (wow a lot) 

Part Summary: The aftermath of the bonfire is pushing you to your limit. Meanwhile, JJ is slowly losing himself in his grief. 

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You and Topper meet your friends at the Ocean Club for lunch as arranged over text after the chaos at the Boneyard. You, Rafe, Rhett, Kelce, and Topper are all gathered around the table on the patio of the club. Despite looking put-together, you're all discombobulated in the head. All of your Kook friends are startled, to say the least by the events. More than half of them have never been close to a gun and all of them share a hatred of Pogues. 

Your brother Rhett invited his "friend" Crystal.  She's been fawning after him since their freshman year. They hooked up one time and she was practically picking out an engagement ring. She hangs around Rhett, Rafe, and all of their friends, hoping one of them would show a slight bit of interest. Her bottle black hair and bottle tan scream more New Jersey than OBX, but she throws on a Lily Politzer dress calls herself a Kook. She's always been low-key intimidated by you and envious even. She wants your title of the Princess of the OBX, but she struggles to get past being an associate. In summary, Crystal thinks acting like a stuck-up brat is how to be a Kook. She's delusional.

"Last night was unreal,” Kelce exhales deeply as he leans back in his chair. 

“You know how Pogues can be,” Topper remarks bitterly, placing his arm across your shoulders. 

"Where were you last night?" Rafe questions your brother from down the table. 

"My dad had me in Charleston on business," Rhett explains with a roll of his eyes. 

Crystal places her hand on Rhett's arm, giving it a supportive squeeze. The sight nearly makes you gag. Never in a million years will you call her your sister-in-law. 

"Lucky you," Kelce chuckles. 

"Yeah you really dodged a bullet," Rafe makes a pun. 

"Nice Rafe," Topper nods his head slowly, giving his friend a disapproving look. 

You toss around bits of lettuce around your salad, not exactly hungry. You wouldn't be here right now if Topper didn't already say you two were coming. It's not that you dislike your friends. You just don't feel like a review of last night and a Pogue roast session. Topper notices your lack of voice and interest in the group. He rubs his thumb over your shoulder, gaining your attention. You offer him a weak smile, your mind elsewhere. 

“At least Maybank has what’s coming to him. Apparently, the police are looking for him," Crystal announces to the table. 

Your fork slips from your hand accidentally, causing everyone to stare at you. “Wait, what?!" You glance between the girl and Topper to see if it's true. Topper doesn't react despite seeing your worried expression. Did Topper already know this? Did he not tell you? 

Rafe frowns at your reaction and his flicker to Topper before he answers. “Yeah, people told their parents what happened and the parents reported the incident to the police," he explains hesitantly. 

"As they should!” Crystal adds with a scoff of disgust, wearing a smug expression. “Who knows what that good-for-nothing white trash would’ve done to us if given the chance!" She justifies from across the table. 

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up, Crystal!” You snap. 

Everyone's jaws drop, astounded that such a vile sentence could come from your lips. 

“Ugh! Excuse me?!” Crystal gasps. 

You lean forward in your chair, turning your body to face the entitled girl. 

“What? Are you deaf all of a sudden?" You wear a mocking grin. "Wouldn’t be surprised with your big loud fucking mouth going constantly!” 

“What’s up your ass Whitfield?!” She fires back, drawing the attention of some other patrons. 

“Your piece of shit attitude!” You bark. 

"Ohh," Kelce drags out. 

"Wow," Rafe struggles to hide his amusement. 

Topper places a warning hand on your shoulder which you shake off. 

“Why are you defending him? He pulled a gun on Topper! On you!” Crystal reminds you in a shout. 

“I know that, Genius! Considering I was on the other side of said gun!” You hiss between your teeth. 

“Then what possible justification is there for what he did?" She huffs. "JJ Maybank is insane! A trash Pogue!” 

You slap your palms against the table, making everything raddle. “No, he’s not!” 

"Y/N!" Your brother warns. "Remember where you are!" 

You don't give a shit about where you are! If this girl continues to run her mouth, you're going to do a lot worse than yell. 

“What? What is it about him, huh?" Crystal presses with a wicked smirk. "A charity thing? Wealthy guilt? Rooting for the underdog?” 

“Crystal!” Rafe barks her name defensively. 

“What?” The girl giggles. "It's true, isn't it? She's got a thing for the bottom feeder!" 

“Back off!” Topper warns her, finally backing you up. He may agree with her, but once she starts making digs at you he doesn't hesitate to put her in her place. 

Then, a lightbulb snaps on in her head. “Oh wait... or is it that you have the hots for him? Have you officially run out of guys on this side of the island? You a Pogue whore now?” She laughs mockingly. 

Having enough of her, you impulsively pick up your full glass of white wine and toss it in her face. She gasps as the liquid covers her, her mouth in the shape of an "O." The boys' jaws hit the table as all they can do is watch you toss your drink at her white tube top. 

"Y/N!" Topper utters your name in shock. This is nothing like you. You never lose your cool. You're always the calm and put together one of your friends. 

"You bitch!" Crystal nearly cries. "This is designer!" 

You groan, tossing your head back. "Oh my God! Get over yourself!" 

“JJ Maybank should be sent to jail with his dad and if he rotted in there I doubt anyone would miss him!” Crystal remarks with a snarky smirk. 

That's it! Without a second thought, you fly up from your chair, causing it to toss backward onto the floor. You leap across the full table, reaching your arms out for the girl. Kelce and Rafe move out the way as Crystal screams. Glasses and silverware fall off the table onto the wood-paneled floor patio floor. Topper moves quickly to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you back, but not before you get a good slap across her face. 

“Woah, Woah, Woah there!” He pants, struggling to get a good hold on you. 

“Let me go!” You scream, wiggling in his arms. 

“Nope, not letting you get arrested today,” he grunts, stepping backward away from the table. 

“You crazy whore!” Crystal yells, holding her cheek. 

 “You’re calling me a whore? That’s ironic considering your name is Crystal! You were practically named for the corner, bitch!” You fire back, tossing up your middle fingers at her while Topper drags you toward the exit. 

“Damn!” Kelce laughs, covering his mouth to hide it. 

You don't care who's watching. Crystal had this coming a long time ago and she's pushed your patience to its limit the moment she touched JJ. She'll know now to never speak of him. 

“Fuck you, Y/N!” Crystal screams one last time. 

Rhett grabs her arm, quietly begging for her to stop. He's certainly pissed at your impolite actions and will likely run to tell your parents. 

“No thanks! I’m not into insecure, loudmouth, prostitutes!” You snap out one final dig before Topper gets you out the door. 

You never noticed Pope cleaning a table just yards away, you were pretty preoccupied. He watched in awe as you quite literally flew across the table and slapped a girl because she spoke wrongly about JJ. After Pope saw you with Topper, he wasn't sure what to think. He was just as confused by your relationship as JJ. The turn of events he's just witnessed sealed the deal in his mind, you're in love with JJ, whether you know it or not. 

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After his shift at the Club, Pope immediately went to John B's, knowing that's where his friends would be waiting to go out on the HMS Pogue. 

“You guys! You’ll never believe what happened at work today!” He rushes out as he jogs down the dock. 

“All the Kooks got swallowed up by the ocean?” JJ remarks bitterly in a grumble as he lounges on the front of the boat in his swim trunks

“No!” He pants as he slows to a stop. “Y/N and Crystal got into this huge fight!” 

“What?!” John B gasps. 

“What do you mean? Is she okay?!” Kiara questions as she helps Pope onto the boat. 

“Yeah, yeah, she’s fine, but it was insane!" Pope laughs in amazement. 

“What about?” Sarah inquires, eager to learn more. 

“JJ!" Pope explains with the utmost enthusiasm. "Crystal was talking shit and the next thing I know Y/N throws her drink in her face and jumps at her. She slaps the hell out of her! Topper literally had to carry her out!” 

“Holy shit,” John B mutters, wide-eyed. 

“God I would’ve paid big bucks to see that,” Kiara chuckles. 

“I can’t even envision Y/N doing something like that,” Sarah shakes her head in disbelief. 

“I know, she’s usually so polite, calm, civilized," Kiara lists. 

“You should’ve seen her guys. It was so badass. Lesson learned, don’t piss of Y/N!" Pope settles down on the bench beside Kiara. 

“It was over me?” JJ finally voices quietly. 

Pope hums. “Crystal wouldn’t stop and Y/N told her to “shut the fuck up.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard Y/N swear,” Sarah admits. 

 “That’s because she rarely does,” John B adds. 

“So she’s not pissed at me?” JJ questions, his tone steady and expressionless. 

“Based on how she was going to claw a girl’s eyes out in your defense, I vote no,” Pope determines. 

JJ stands up in a rush, moving to hop down into the boat. “Well, where did she go after that? Did Topper take her home or did she-" 

“She went looking for you,” you call out from the opposite end of the dock. 

Everyone's heads snap in your direction. All of their eyes are wide with surprise. They all smile, honestly glad to see you. JJ, however, just stares blankly with an unreadable reaction. 

“Hi JJ,” you greet timidly, doing your best to smile but you fall short. 

The boy never breaks his eye contact with you as he jumps off the boat. He marches toward you and you're not sure what to expect. You haven't spoken since last night and you wouldn't exactly call that a conversation. "What do you want? Come to gloat?" He sasses. 

“Okay, that’s our cue!” John B announces, starting up the engine. 

“Yep! We'll catch you guys later!” Pope rushes out. 

“Good to see you Y/N!” Sarah adds.

The Pogues desert JJ, leaving you two to work out your problems. JJ doesn't even turn around or react in the slightest as John B hurries the boat away. An ounce of you wonders if it's because he wants to stay, to talk to you. 

Your eyes flicker down to his chest and torso. The bruises you saw last night as a tad more healed, but still, look awful. Now that his body is more exposed, you start to notice more marks and cuts all over his arms, chest, ribcage. The sight makes your heart sink. Without thought, you place your hand on JJ's stomach. "Did Top do this?" You worry. JJ's muscles clench under your touch. The feeling of your fingertips glide across his bare torso makes him go weak in the knees. 

"No, got into a fight with a bobcat. You should see the bobcat," he smirks slightly, making light of the situation. 

Your face falls as your eyes meet his. "Don't joke-" 

"Sorry!" He steps back. "Can't take you seriously when everything you say is a lie," he scoffs. 

Your brows scrunch together in confusion. "What are you even saying right now?!" 

"It was all bullshit!" He snaps. "All of it! Everything you said! You're no different than the rest of them!" He exhales deeply, taking a moment to stare at you. He immediately regrets yelling considering how guilty he felt after what he did last night. Yet, JJ's hurt and he's pent up these emotions for days now. They're driving him nuts. "You lie, cheat, you take what you want when you want it no matter the consequences or who you hurt!" 

"I never lied to you, JJ!" You defend, equally as passionate as him. "Every fucking word was true!" JJ's brows rise slightly at your use of language. It appearing so foreign coming from your mouth. You sigh, "Jesus, JJ you can be so oblivious sometimes!" You turn on your heels, marching back down the dock toward the yard. 

"At least I'm not playing both sides of the fence! I know what I want and where I belong!" JJ fires. 

You whip your head over your shoulder and stomp back toward him. "You freaking psycho!" 

"Psycho! How am I a psycho?" JJ laughs, astonished. 

"You pulled a gun!" You remind him. 

"He was drowning me, Y/N!" JJ screams, getting in your face. You swallow hard. Despite the intensity of your arguing, you can't help but feel a rush of satisfaction having JJ so close again. JJ looks to the side, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "I'm not gonna be your little plaything while you wait on Topper of all people to fuck you again," he shakes his head, meeting your gaze again. "I won't do it." 

Your lips part, not believing the words coming from him right now. "Fuck you, JJ," you hiss between your teeth before turning again to walk away. JJ stays where he is and watches you stomp away. A part of him wants to beg you to stay, the other tells himself that you deserve everything he's saying. 

You come to a slow stop as your mind races. You're Y/N Whitfield, you don't have to take this shit, especially from JJ Maybank of all people. You spin on your heels and JJ glances up as you do. "For someone so smart you're an idiot!" You clench your jaw. "Topper is my best friend, that's it!" You reason. "Whatever Sarah told you, that was before I met you! He could never be you!" 

JJ simply stares at you blankly. The silence kills you. One minute he won't shut up and the next he stands there like an idiot. 

"The way I feel when I'm with Topper..." you sigh, unsure how to describe it. You're not entirely what to call it. "It's comfortable, sure, but it's not anything glorious. There's no excitement there, just a sense of security from knowing each other for so long." You hesitate to continue, but since you'll probably never speak again, you might as well lay everything out on the table right? "You don't even have to touch me, your glance is enough to make me feel alive. When I went to bed, I thought of you. When I woke up, I thought of you. You're... you're it for me, JJ. I can't imagine there's anything better than when I'm with you. But... I guess we already fucked it up didn't we?" 

There's a pause between shots and you prepare to walk away from JJ forever. Then, something in him sets off and he starts rushing up to you. Startled, you begin to shuffle back. 

"What are you doing?" You question, placing a hesitant hand up. 

"Showing you how much of an idiot I really am," he replies swiftly as he brings his hands up to cup your face. 

He pauses for a second, looking at you with hooded eyes. You lose all capability of breathing, melting into his hands. You glance down at his parted lips, waiting for what's next. JJ smashing his lips to yours hungrily. Without hesitation, you reciprocate the action, combing your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck.

 You meant every word. Being with Topper can be great and there's so much history there. Yet, being with JJ is entirely different. It's new. It's organic. It's what keeps you awake at night in the best way. You imagine exploring every inch of his body and never letting go. 

JJ breaks from you, pressing his lips to your forehead as his eyes fall shut. "I'm so sorry, Baby, for everything!" He whispers against your cheek before planting a kiss there. 

"Me too," you reply. 

He pulls back, meeting your gaze. "I don't think you're a slut." 

You laugh, "I sure hope not!"  

"You're too good for me," he shakes his head as he still wonders if this is all in his imagination. 

"Quite the opposite actually," you debate. 

"No, don't say that." He shakes his head frantically, hating it when you speak badly about yourself. "You're everything to me!" 

You place your hands over his on your cheek and plant a kiss on his palm, making JJ totally simp for you. 

"Do you... would you maybe wanna have a little hot tub night?" The boy asks nervously, still kinda unsure of himself when it comes to you. 

"I'd love that," you smile, wanting to spend every moment with him from this day forever. 

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Settling in the hot tub, JJ tugs at the rim of your panties, pulling you to sit across his lap. You drape your arms on his shoulders, resting your forehead against his. 

"Are you warm enough?" He whispers, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. 

Hum as your eyes falls shut, pondering the closeness. 

"You're so soft and warm. You're like a human Pillow Pet," he comments with a slight snicker. 

"Excuse me?" You lift your head to look at him. 

"Minus the furry part," he elaborates. 

"You're such a goof." You laugh, placing your palm against his head and pushing it away playfully. 

"Only for you, Baby," JJ grins. 

You place a quick peck on his lips before shifting to move off of his lap. 

JJ pouts, letting out a minor whine. "Uh uh, don't leave." 

"I'm just grabbing my drink," you giggle at his childlike expression. As you take a sip from your beer, you can feel JJ watching you. You glance over your shoulder and sure enough, his eyes remain locked on your ass. "You're starring," you smirk. 

"You bet your amazing ass I am," he mumbles, reaching across the water and grabbing your ass, giving it a squeeze. 

"JJ!" You gasp, swatting his hand away. 

He tilts his head back, exposing his sharp jaw as he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you back to him. "Couldn't help myself! It was practically begging for a squeeze." 

"Right..." You nod, straddling his lap. 

As an act of retaliation, you press your palm to the center of his boxers, making the boy jolt lightly from surprise. 

"Holy shit," he swallows hard. 

"Couldn't help myself, it was practically begging for it," you smirk, repeating his words. 

"You're too good to be true," he whispers, bringing his lips closer to yours. 

"Dido," you grin, leaning in to kiss him. 

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After pondering the bliss of you and JJ finally being reunited in the hot tub, you two make dinner together in the Chateau's kitchen. You two move in sync as you prepare the oh-so-difficult meal of pizza rolls. You share a place of them while cuddling watching Goonies. During it, JJ comes up with the idea that you two should be Andy and Brand for Halloween. It makes you smile and all warm inside to hear him making plans for two months from now. It makes you fully realize how much JJ sees a future with you. Somewhere before Goonies was over, you fell asleep in JJ's lap while he was playing with your hair. The last few days have worn on you emotionally, mentally, and physically. 

The Pogues came home and when they saw you and JJ on the couch, especially you, they quietly stayed outside. Except, John B lingered, smiling at the sight of his friend doting on you. He's never seen JJ be so gentle and patient in his life. 

“You’re different with her," John B whispers not to wake you. 

JJ glances up from observing you look at his friend with a satisfied smirk. “She makes me want to be better." His fingers comb through your Y/H/C locks, utterly content. 

“I think she’s really good for you,” John B nods in agreement.  

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to change, to be worthy of being with her," JJ confesses quietly as he returns his focus to you. 

"You two deserve each other," John B assures his friend. 

"You think?" JJ wonders, still unsure of his place in your life. 

John B snickers lightly. "I mean, she did leap across a table in front of all her friends and slap a girl to defend you." 

"Yeah she did, didn't she? Pretty badass," JJ chuckles, still amazed that you did that. 

"She loves you man," John B concludes with a shrug. 

"Really?" JJ narrows his eyes with curiosity at his friend. 

"Well, it's obvious isn't it?" John B laughs breathlessly with a crooked grin. 

"I thought it was all in my head," JJ confesses with a childish fall of his lips like he just learned some overwhelming news. 

"It's not," his friend shakes his head, happy to see his friend finally have some hope. "She looks at you the same way you look at her." 

JJ's brows scrunch together and he looks up at John B. "When you and Sarah said it to each other, how did you know it was the right time?" 

"You'll know. You'll feel it," he describes confidently.  

"What if I feel it now?" JJ asks softly, glancing down at you. 

"Then say it. Say it whenever you can, as often as you can," John B advises before stepping away quietly to give you two time. 

JJ sits with your head cradled in his lap. He's not eager to join his friends around the fire outside. He's content with you here with him, whether you're asleep or not. You're enough for him. You're everything to him. 

JJ leans down, planting a kiss to your temple, then gliding his lips down to your ear. "I love you, Y/N," he whispers while you sleep.  __________________________________________________

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the guy at the rock show

she/they reader x Spencer Reid

request for @boba-king-iroh ♥︎

summary: Y/N lost their parents when they were 17, finding a new home and solace in Penelope Garcia and taking the Garcia name. They're the top forensic specialist in D.C, in a band and they drive a motorcycle... not to mention they are madly in love with the cute doctor who works with their sister.

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, getting together, love confessions, friends to lovers, idiots in love, PDA, secret relationships

word count: 5666

a/n: there will be a smutty part 2 eventually because I can't not do that

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Taking Garcia’s last name wasn’t something they had to think hard about, Penelope basically raised them; she was like a sister, a best friend and a mother, even a bit of a fairy godmother to Y/N.

They met when Y/N was 17, they were sitting at a support group for dead parents in D.C. Right beside the lovely, overly cheerful, always helpful, Penelope Garcia. At first, Y/N couldn’t stand her, wondering how a person like that could be running a group for mourning people, it made her sick.

It wasn’t until she heard Penelope’s story for the first time, knowing how similar it sounded to her own and how, actually, you can take your grief and turn it into something beautiful. After the meeting, they pulled Penelope aside and gave her a big hug and a thank you.

It was the start of a lovely friendship, one Y/N didn’t know they needed until they were smothered in all the love you could possibly imagine.

The age gap between them wasn’t too big, Penelope was 10 years older than them which meant she was always one step ahead of Y/N and full of advice. Be it fashion, boys, girls and everything in between. They bonded in a way that was unbreakable, they were each other's family.

Penelope even helped her get into med school before she eventually switched to forensic science. Taking on the FBI academy, unlike Penelope, and joining the bureau officially. Penelope was there for her every single step of the way, making her career possible. She loved her dearly and wanted Y/N to succeed more than anyone in the world.

Getting to introduce herself to people as Agent Y/N Garcia, not to be confused with technical analyst Garcia, was one of the best feelings in the world.

Not many people ever mistook them, however, for whatever Penelope was, Y/N was the exact opposite.

Y/N preferred all black everything, she didn’t enjoy partying or close contact or the in-your-face-ness of Penelope’s way of life, she loved her band and motorcycle and being alone. They were quote-unquote edgy, not just for effect, but because it was how they felt the most comfortable, it was who they were and they liked it that way.

They were possibly the best Forensic Specialist the FBI had, keeping her in DC for all the most important cases. Helping her avoid Penelope and the BAU team as much as possible. They were great people, she didn’t hate them at all, it was just a lot of energy that they didn’t have to give to 7 other people all day long.

Spencer was the only one she could tolerate. Rather, he was the one she wanted to spend the most time with, even more than Penelope. He understood Y/N in a way others didn’t.

He was also quiet, like them, he didn’t pick on them or call them mini Garcia, baby-baby girl, or infant as some of them started to call her more recently.

He called them Y/N, he talked to them about star trek whenever he was visiting Penny, and he respected their pronouns. Using both she and they interchangeably, when he spoke of them, unlike most people who only used she and her because it made more sense in their small brains.

However, she wasn’t the only one who got teased. Spencer did as well, almost more because he was around the BAU team constantly. She hated hearing them bully him, he didn’t even count it as bullying but it’s basically what it was sometimes.

They put him down, they didn’t clue him in on things, they called out his stims and didn’t let him finish his sentences, especially when it had to do with his hyper-fixations. He was the brightest light in the room and they just picked his brain till he wasn’t useful anymore, before trying to turn out the light. It made Y/N furious.

They got called Mr and misses genius when they were on a scene together, remembering the first time she ever had a case with the BAU which was also the first time she snapped at someone for being mean to Spencer.

Someone asked Spencer a serious question, to which he did his fucking job and answered. Giving as much detail as humanly possible, being the absolute genius he is and should be praised for, only to have Emily poke him in the cheek and say; “wow, he’s so life-like?”

“Well yeah, cause he’s a fucking human who deserves respect from the people who use his brain all day,” Y/N cursed under their breath from the crime scene, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

Leaving the sweetest man on earth to find them later and give them a hug. Thanking them for all that they do, and appreciating what he has to offer. That’s when she realized she liked him, more than just the guy who sometimes sleeps on her couch because he’s friends with her sister.

It was difficult being surrounded by men unlike Spencer, specifically the older men in her field who didn’t understand anything outside of money, guns, and violence. The worst part of the job being the politics in the background; the hierarchy and ass-kissing all because she worked in the nation's capital.

They were sure it was probably better in a smaller facility, a local police station where no one knew her and they could finally have some peace and quiet.

But she’d miss Penelope, and Spencer too for that matter.

At first, they’d hide in their room when Penelope brought him over for movie nights or when he crashed on the couch after bringing her home drunk from the bar. In the early days, she worried that he was going to be her new boyfriend, taking all of Penelope’s free time and leaving Y/N with nothing.

But then he started coming over all the time just to hang out, sitting on the couch with nothing to say, being the third wheel while Y/N and Penelope spent time together. For the last 7 years.

Over that time they had many conversations alone, she learned that he was really smart, he was a lot younger than most of the team because he blew through high school by the time he was 13, and he was genuinely the sweetest man in the whole entire world.

One time, Penelope was running late when Spencer showed up at the door with chips and candy, ready to watch his weekly movie with his friend. Only she wasn’t going to make it home in time, and Y/N didn’t want him to have to go back to his apartment all alone.

“You can come in and watch it with me if you wanted to?” She offered, smiling softly. “What was it you picked for tonight?”

“It was Penelope’s night to choose, so you can pick instead if you want?” Spencer offered right back, walking in like he owned the place.

He was more confident now than he was in the beginning, but that was probably because he was 23 and she was 18.

Back then he’d barely look at her and sometimes he’d shake when they made eye contact or when she got drunk and hugged him goodbye after a long night with Penelope. He was like that with Penny in the early days of their friendship too, apparently, so she didn’t feel too bad about it.

He warmed up eventually, making her wait 7 years for him to do something about the growing feelings they both shared.

“You like Marvel movies right?” She bit the inside of her lip as she waited for his answer. Watching him walk around the kitchen for a bowl that he could put his snacks in.

“Yeah they’re great, I haven’t watched past the second Thor, I think the next one is another Captain America?” he’s all smiles as he joins her on the couch, closer than normal, as close as he’d sit with Penelope, but then again she was a cuddler and Y/N wasn’t.

Sometimes Y/N would come out of her room to find Spencer’s head on Penelope’s lap, resting on a pillow as she ran her fingers through his hair to soothe his perfect mind after a long day. A few times she’s walked in on him crying or even sound asleep in her arms. They had a friendship Y/N admired, they were each other's person.

They comforted each other in the exact way they needed it; Penelope giving him the physical touch he craved and he would often compliment her. He was always telling her she was the best and buying her gifts to show his appreciation, calling her the most beautiful and smartest person he knew. He knew that she needed to hear it, needed the reassurance that she was still a good person and he made her believe it.

It made Y/N love him more seeing how much he cared for her sister.

“The winter soldier is the best!” She gushed, sitting close so they could share the chips as she waited for the movie to load up.

He was very quiet when he watched movies, smiling and laughing at the right parts but typically he paid so much attention it was like he was a statue. Y/N spent more time glancing at him than the actual movie.

“Is there something on my face?” Spencer asked, nervous when he noticed her glance at him for the 100th time that night.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she panicked lightly, swallowing quickly before looking away.

“What?”

“I don’t know, I just think you’re fascinating,” she whispered because then she didn’t really say it, and it didn’t really count.

“Oh,” he smiled softly, leaving it at that and forcing his attention back on the movie.

After a while, Spencer started to get even closer. He put the bowl on the coffee table and sat back almost on top of her, reaching an arm behind the couch so that Y/N was right against his side. He had done it with Penelope before, confident in this little living room, almost forgetting it was Y/N beside him.

Y/N rested her hand on his knee, rubbing her thumb over his jeans in a soft little circle as she pretended to watch the movie. More concerned with Spencer’s breathing and the feeling of his hand inching towards their shoulder than anything else.

Then they heard keys at the front door. Pulling away from each other quickly to curl up on opposite sides of the couch and pretend they weren’t just cuddling.

“Hey, you still came!” Penelope cheered, a little drunk from whatever she was doing before.

“I’d never miss a night with the Garcia’s,” Spencer smiled at her, looking calm and collected as ever while Y/N turned bright pink.

“Oh, I love Bucky! Oh my god let me go change and I’ll come watch too!”

That was just the first time they ended up cuddling, certainly not the last.

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It wasn’t often that Penelope was too busy to spend time with Y/N, rather the contrary. Sometimes Y/N had to beg her to leave her be at certain events. Like when their band was playing at any of the local bars and Penny started inviting everyone she knew to come and watch her sister play.

It was embarrassing, to say the least, but Y/N loved her support.

When Y/N peaked her head out to see the crowd before a show, normally Penelope was sitting in the front with a drink and at least 4 friends, cheering and chanting their name, ready to rock out to their covers.

Tonight she didn’t see Penelope at all, she knew she wouldn’t, Penelope was in London visiting Emily with Derek for the second time in the past year, leaving no one to come to the monthly show Y/N’s band put on, or so she thought.

Spencer came all by himself.

He was sitting in the front, at a table with a bowl of pretzels and a ginger ale, not interested in the drinking or the socializing, just there to support Y/N. It made her feel giddy, like a schoolchild seeing their crush at recess.

It was so nice of him that it gave her butterflies, and normally that didn’t happen. They could go on and play a show in front of ten thousand people and feel nothing, but the second Spencer Reid was there to cheer them on, they were a mess.

“What song are we doing first again?” Y/N asked Evie, their lead singer and best friend outside of work.

“Who are they?”

Y/N was taken aback, “What?”

“You’ve never been nervous, who came to see you?” Evie clarified her question.

“No one, for fuck sake, I thought we left all the profilers at home tonight?” she sighed, shaking the nerves out of their body as they jumped up and down lightly.

They paced back and forth for a few minutes to wear down the nerves but only managing to make herself sweat to death and discard the leather jacket she always wore on stage. She walked in a circle aimlessly, remembering the setlist in their mind and how the spotlights typically made it so they couldn’t see the crowd anyway so it’s not like she could fuck up by making eye contact with him.

And it’s not like it was the first time he had seen her play, Spencer comes every month with Penelope, he liked a lot of the music they covered from when he was an emo teen in university. They’ve bonded over it before sharing albums and records back and forth, but she was still scared shitless at the prospect of him caring about her enough to come alone.

Especially when he hated being in situations like this in the first place.

It was their turn to go on, the manager of the bar gathering them and telling them to go on and so Y/N started walking towards the stage door, only to be pulled back harshly by Evie’s cold hands.

“Don’t forget your sticks, god who do you wanna fuck so bad it makes you this stupid?” She placed the drumsticks in Y/N’s hands, “get it together.”

“Sorry, it’s the guy in the sweater vest, front row,” they whispered in response, putting their head down and heading to the stage before she could tease them about it.

“The Forensic Lyricists are here once again folks!” The Manager introduced them to the crown, “get ready for them to dig up some classics!” Always the same dumb joke before every show.

Opening with crushcrushcrush by Paramore, thank god she remembered, it was an easy song to play as they warmed up and pushed the nerves away. They could play it in their sleep, with their eyes closed, and so that's what they did.

Eyes closed, mouthing the words as the adrenaline of the night took over the anxiety and made them go insane, like most nights. They didn’t need drinks or drugs to feel hyped at most shows, all she needed was a smile from penny and a good luck text from Spencer.

Playing by memory until she felt more confident and then getting into it. “They taped over your mouth, Scribbled out the truth with their lies, your little spies…”

“Crush, crush, crush, crush crush two, three, four!!” Y/N sung backup for each chorus, finally getting into it.

“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again.”

They tried their hardest to push the images of that night on the couch with Spencer out of their mind as they sang along, trying to harmonize and cover the backup for Evie as best as she could.

“Let’s be more than this now!”

She always took the bridge, as the drummer and the most passionate one, it only made sense. Y/N always got the crowd on their feet, roaring along as they jumped to the beat.

“Rock and roll, baby, Don't you know that we're all alone now? I need something to sing about. Rock and roll, hey! Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? I need something to sing about! Rock and roll, hey! Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? Give me something to sing about!”

“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, let’s be more than, noOoo!”

She had a crush on Spencer fucking Reid and one now noticed as they tried their hardest to focus on the words when all that came to mind right now was his body heat and how good he smelled and how nice it was that he came to support them.

“Nothing compares to, a quiet evening alone! Just the one, two! of us who's counting on! That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again, Let’s be more than this, more than thiiiiiis, oooooooh, mmmmmmhmmm,” she sang the ending of the song along with Evie, their harmony sounding more perfect than any performance before.

Critics always said the performance is better when you mean the words you’re singing. With that, they accepted their crush on Doctor Spencer Reid after 7 long years of knowing him. They pushed through nerves so that they could go and see him after and do something about it, now that Penelope wasn’t home to tease her for it.

Leading right into Dear Maria, Count Me In. Their bass player, Kat taking the lead for her favourite song. Being an all ‘girl’ punk band was her idea, and now they all enjoyed taking turns singing their favourite songs in front of mostly strangers, once a month.

Every single song made her think of Spencer in some way as she remembered the rest of the set, it had 5 songs in total and each one included at least one reference to something she knew about Spencer.

It was hard to not think about him while he stood at the edge of the stage with everyone and bopped his head along to the beat, a smile growing on his face as he also noticed the little references to them in the songs.

The Rock Show by Blink182 was going to hit a little too close to home as she sang the words all but to him, making eye contact with him as he moved to the best spot to see them play, much like Penelope would do every time.

She didn’t realize how much this song actually represented her life before tonight, starting to sing her song alone while Spencer watched. Deciding on the spot to dedicate it to him in the most fucking obvious way possible, taking her chances because he must have come for a reason.

“Hanging out behind the club on the weekends. Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends, I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour, I remember that it's the first time that I saw him there!”

Spencer was smiling then, noticing the lyric change as they made eye contact, nodding along as he watched. Genuinely enjoying himself and the show, it was lovely to see. She couldn’t help but smile against the mic as she sang and played. Wondering how his face will change with the next verse she watched him from the corner of her eye.

Her bandmates turning to see her as they played their guitars, nodding in agreement at the lyric change, they knew what she was up to. It wasn’t the first time they used the stage to bring someone home with them.

“He's getting kicked out of school cause he's failing. I’m kinda nervous, cause I’m sure all his friends hate me! He’s the one, he'll always be there, I took his hand and I’ll make it I swear,

“Because I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town, I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!”

Spencer’s smile was priceless, it made them even more confident to sing all the words, wanting him with zero shame, it’s not like anyone who knew him would know about this.

“When we said we were gonna move to Vegas I remember the look your mother gave us 17 without a purpose or direction We don't owe anyone a fuckin’ explanation”

“Because I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town, I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!” Making the softest eye contact with him, they moved their whole body to play to him.

“Black and white picture of him on my wall, I waited for his call, he always kept me waiting, and if I ever got another chance I'd still ask him to dance, because he kept me waiting!”

“I fell in love with the guy at the rock show! He said what? and I told him that I didn't know. He's so cool, gonna sneak in through his window. Everything's better when he's around. Can’t wait until my parent goes out of town,”

“I fell in love with the guy at the rock show!” She had never been this passionate while playing this song in all the years they had played it together.

Her bandmates taking the lead singing, “with the guy at the rock show!”

“I’ll never forget you,” she sang in the middle of their chants, “I’ll never forget you, I’ll never forget you, I’ll never forget tonight, I’ll never forget tonight…”

She shot a wink at him before turning back in her seat to face the drum set the best way. The last two songs were Evie’s and Kat’s, she covered the backup vocals, making the occasional glance towards Spence as she thought of him.

Counting down the minutes till she could go see him.

Come a little closer by cage the elephant, an obvious title with lyrics that would clearly bring every memory of brushed hands against lower backs as they slipped past each other in crowded rooms, lingering as long as possible before they were gone again. Goodnight hugs when Penelope was already asleep and he could hold her a big longer and tighter, resting his head on her shoulder while she rubbed his back and breathed him in. And that night on the couch, not to mention all the mornings she walked in on him sleeping peacefully, brushing the hair out of his face, softly, in the hopes he didn’t wake up.

“Come a little closer, then you'll see, Come on, come on, come on, Things aren't always what they seem to be… Do you understand the things you been seein' Come on, come on, come on! Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming… Come a little closer, then you'll see! Come a little closer, then you'll see!”

And even when he did she had a coffee ready for him when he sat up and smiled, giving them a few hours alone before Penelope would wake up. Talking all morning about star trek and dr. Who, smacking his knee as he made jokes that genuinely made them laugh while trying to keep her voice down so they didn’t wake Penelope.

Not many people made her feel like that in her life.

“Come a little closer, then you'll see! Come a little closer, then you'll see!” Staring at him, enticing him to do it the next time they had the chance.

The intro to I’d Do Anything by simple plan was one of her favourites to play, smiling wide as she began to drum as her best friends sang the words.

Waiting for the chorus to sing the words at Spencer, really sending the message, he wasn’t dumb, not in the slightest, he would get it. He had to, she had already been so obvious there was no turning back now.

“This could be the one last chance to make you understand,”

Her arms were starting to hurt as she played along with the most energy she has had in years, playing like a teenager whose parents just died and she needed to hit something, once again. It was freeing, playing with what she could only imagine was love in her chest instead of anger. It’s how she was supposed to play.

"I’d do anything Just to hold you in my arms To try to make you laugh Cuz somehow I can’t put you in the past I’d do anything Just to fall asleep with you Will you remember me? Cuz I know I won’t forget you,"

Focusing on the drumming and ignoring the lyrics as her bandmates covered the lyrics, letting her go hog fucking wild on the drum set, almost kicking the chair out from under herself as they kept going. Joining for the chorus again before beating the shit out of her drum set.

I close my eyes And all I see is you I close my eyes I try to sleep I can't forget you Na na na And I'd do anything for you Na na na Naaaaaaa

“I’d do anything!” She closed her eyes as she pushes the words past her vocal cords, again and again, passionately playing the drums as her hair flew all over the place, worried she might break the sticks as she played.

“Cause I know I won't forget yoooou!” She plays the end of the song, snapping the left drumstick in half before throwing the right one into the crowd, right into Spencer’s hand, sending him a wink before saying goodbye to the crowd.

Sweaty as hell from playing the drums, they brushed their long black hair back behind their ears and in a low ponytail so it would fit under her motorcycle helmet on the way home. Putting their leather jacket back on and heading into the main bar to find Spencer.

“Hey,” he smiled as she walked towards him, the drumstick now resting in his pocket as he approached her.

“I can’t believe you came here all by yourself?” Y/N laughed slightly before pulling him into a thank-you hug.

“I wouldn’t miss it, I’ve been coming for a year now, it’s always a great time,” his smile was perfect, his teeth were so white and straight and she wondered how they’d feel against her neck.

“It’s been that long?” She pretended that she didn’t notice, biting their lip as he ran the calculations in his mind.

He nodded with a soft, pressed-lipped smile, the Spencer classic. “Yep, it’s been exactly 14 months straight now.”

“I know you don’t like bars and loud noises and people you don’t know, or germs which makes this like a nightmare of yours I guess because of the close proximity of people and the germs being spread as everyone screams in a crowd,” she ranted before he was pulling her into another hug, “so this means a lot to me,” she finished her thought beside his ear for only him to hear.

“Anytime,” he whispered as he held her, his arm on her back and chin resting on her shoulder.

“Did you need a ride home?” She offered, thinking about how nice it would be for him to wrap his arms around their body as he sat behind her on Patsy, her motorcycle.

“Yeah, unless you wanted to go to your place and watch another movie? I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting,” he spoke just loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Yeah, I’d love that, it’s been lonely while Penny’s gone,” a smile erupting on her face as she got the reference, “come on then.”

She took his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers and dragging him backstage towards her locker. She had a space to keep her things for practice and other shows she did during the week, keeping an extra helmet and jacket in the locker for nights like this, however, normally it was a cute stranger. Not the man she’s been crushing on since she was a teenager.

“Oh, you brought Patsy,” Spencer’s face went white.

“Did you not want to ride her? Come on, everyone wants to ride her at least once,” Y/N teased him as she put the helmet in his free hand.

Her bandmates staring at her with proud smiles as she took the guy from the rock show home; the one in the sweater vest from the front, the one who was the most into the whole show, they both gave Y/N a wave and a smile as they slipped out the backstage door.

They walked out to the parking lot, still hand in hand with their helmets in the other. Stopping at her dark purple Suzuki GS650 GT, it was her most prized possession because it used to belong to her parents.

She put her hair in the right spot before putting the helmet on, sitting down and starting the engine, revving it for everyone in the lot to see as Spencer put his helmet on and threw a leg over the seat, nervous as ever.

He fit behind her perfectly, just enough room on the seat for his chest to press against her back as he placed his hands gingerly on her hips. It made her laugh.

“You’re going to want to hold on better than that pretty boy,” she teased him before revving the engine once more, kicking the kickstand up and speeding out of the parking lot.

Spencer gripped her tightly as she took off down the street, taking the longest route possible to her home. She didn’t hit a single red light for at least 5 blocks, zooming through traffic as Spencer squeezed the life out of her.

He felt amazing, his hands were so big as he fully wrapped around her, reaching around completely so his right hand was on her left hip and vice versa. He was so close she could feel his heartbeat against her back.

He was nervous, he flinched every time she turned and held on even tighter somehow.

So she did another lap of the block, around the park’s bend so she could lean the bike as far as possible as Spencer’s fingers dug into her hips fiercely. Breathing deep enough that she could hear him over the engine, but he wanted her to keep going. Not ready to let go of her yet, this is the closest they had ever been to each other.

When she finally pulled into the parking lot of their apartment complex, they bumped over the curb and his hand grazed Y/N’s boob, he pulled back so fast it was barely there, she just shook her head and laughed. Parking the bike and putting the kickstand back down.

Spencer let out a sigh, relaxing against her as he rested his chin on her shoulder again.

“Have fun?”

“Surprisingly, yes,” he laughed, his voice deep and dry from breathing with his mouth open, it was cute.

He got off first when his legs were finally able to work again, still vibrating from the rev of the engine he walked like Ariel when she got her legs. It was priceless, no one has reacted like that after getting a ride from them, not even Penelope.

She took her helmet off while still on the bike, shaking her hair out of the ponytail as provocatively as possible before getting off. Spencer’s jaw fell open once more as he watched, breathlessly, just as she expected.

Either he liked them before and never told them, or he was going to start now.

Either way, it excited Y/N to their core, taking his hand once more and leading him inside, this time they could be as close as they wanted to and no one was going to walk in on it. She stopped at her locked apartment door, looking at Spencer as softly as possible so he’d know her feelings were real.

“I know this will cause the teasing we already get to skyrocket, so if you wanted to keep it between us, I fully understand,” she whispered.

“Is that what you want?”

He was so sweet it made her heartache, never before had anyone made her feel like this; like she wasn’t in control of her body or mind, like an override in the system her brain and heart chose Spencer and there was no stopping them.

“I just told a whole bar of people that I’m in love with the guy at the rock show before taking you home in front of everyone,” she laughed, “I don’t care if people know, I just hate when they tease us, they belittle everything we do like we’re 17 forever, it’s not fun for me.”

“I hate it too,” he pressed his lips together awkwardly once more, “I’d like to keep you to myself for a while.”

She cupped his face in her hands and pulled in, pressing her lips against his as they both tried to repress their tightlipped smiles. Finally, finally kissing after all those years staring at each other's lips while they explained something, passionately as ever with the most attentive ears.

“Exactly, me too,” she smiled wider as she pulled back from him, unlocking the front door and pulling him inside for that movie he mentioned.

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[fickle-tiction]

I'm not sure if you are still doing the sentence prompts, but if you are, can you please do 22 and/or 26 with lee Bruce and whatever ler you feel like?

Bless your heart anon. I am still accepting sentence prompts if anyone is interested!!

“What do you think you’re dOHOING!” “Please not there!”

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“What do you think you’re dOHOING!” Bruce's question started with a forced calmness, but he snapped his mouth shut after the first few surprised laughs were drawn out of him. He was facedown on one of the sparring mats, arms twisted behind himself and locked in a steely grip.

"Clark." Bruce growled, gritting his teeth as Clark squeezed up and down his vulnerable right side.

"Something wrong Bruce?" Clark asked, as though he wasn't sitting on Bruce's ass to keep him in place as he jabbed wiggling fingers into Bruce's ribcage.

"We---We're sup--supposed--" Bruce kept cutting himself off when he felt a laugh coming, as if doing so would somehow trick Clark into thinking this wasn't affecting him. "--tobe-ha-nono-hmmmph-" He was now taking to burying his face into the mat so Clark wouldn't see the smile helplessly taking over. "--sparing." He squeaked the last word out, closing his eyes as he felt a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"We are." Clark agreed, endlessly amused at Bruce's attempts to stop his reactions. "But you were being a snarky jerk," Clark accented that with two quick squeezes to Bruce's side, relishing in the muffled laugh it got him. "So I thought I should teach you a lesson."

You know that little voice in your brain that tells you to stop talking when you're being an idiot? Yeah, Bruce never listens to that little voice.

"Wh-ha-what lesson?"

"This is what happens when you ask if that's how they do it in Kansas every time I pull a punch."

"Oh come on!" Bruce protested, flinching when Clark squeezed a spot low on his side. "Th-hah-that was funny!"

Clark let out a "hmph" before launching a full scale attack on Bruce. He let go of his arms so he could use both hands, easily dodging Bruce's weak attempts to shield himself from the attack. Deciding to start from the top and work his way down, Clark buried his hands in Bruce's armpits and wiggled his fingers wildly.

"Sh-hihihihihi-shit!" Bruce broke immediately, all bravado gone as his scratchy laughter filled the room. "Ge-hehehehe-get ohohohohoh--off!" He laughed, arms glued to his sides as he tried to squeeze Clark's hands out. That only forced the wiggling fingers in deeper, but Bruce couldn't control his reactions as he laughed helplessly.

"Is this how they do it in Gotham, Brucie?" Clark teased, easily slipping his hands out of Bruce's armpits after a few minutes in favor of pinching at his muscled sides.

"Fu-hahaha-fuck off." Bruce laughed, kicking his feet against the mat in a vein attempt to gain traction and get away. Of course, he didn't budge.

Clark tsk'd as he wiggled his fingers over Bruce's back. Bruce's body seized up as goosebumps raised along his arms, and he quickly broke out into panicked giggles. "Oh wow." Clark laughed, dancing his fingers in a random pattern across Bruce's muscled back. "This is a good spot, huh?"

"De-hehehe-define good." How Bruce was still keeping track of Clark's taunts, let alone replying to them, was a mystery. "Ihihihihi-if you don't st-haha--*Snort*"

"OhMyGod." Clark was digging into the backs of Bruce's ribs, watching happily as Bruce squirmed and practically cackled beneath him. He froze when he reached Bruce's bottom ribs and the man snorted.

"Clark!" Bruce probably meant to growl, but it sounded more like a whine. He was sucking in air during this quick reprieve, but Clark quickly snapped out of it.

"Do that again!" Clark grinned, pinching around the same spot he had been teasing a minute ago.

"Do n-ahahaha--*Snort*-" Bruce couldn't help himself as Clark found his sweet spot and started tormenting it, drawing out wild laughter and snorts from a beet-red Bruce.

"Hey," Clark laughed when Bruce brought his arms up to cover his head so Clark couldn't see his bright red cheeks. "None of that." He chastised, burying his hands in Bruce's armpits again and causing his arms to shoot down to his sides out of reflex. "Besides, I have x-ray vision, genius."

"Enou-hahahaha-enough!" Bruce laughed as Clark plucked up and down his ribs, as though his arms weren't there at all.

"Have you learned your lesson?" A brilliant idea struck Clark, and he took this opportunity to see if Bruce's neck was as ticklish as his ribs were.

Bruce squealed. His shoulders scrunched up even as he clamped his hands around his own neck to protect it from Clark's wandering fingers.

"Holy. Shit." Bruce couldn't see Clark's face, but he could just imagine the look on it, and it made his heart stutter before kicking into overdrive.

"Clark, no." Bruce warned, nervous laughter rising even though Clark's not touching him.

"No?" Clark asks, hands now covering Bruce's own. It was a good thing Bruce couldn't see the mad grin on Clark's face. It would have sent a lesser man running. "You haven't learned your lesson?" He asked as he gently-but-firmly started pulling Bruce's fingers away.

"I have!" Bruce protested, nervous laughter bubbling to the surface as Clark pulled his right hand away from his neck. "I'm sorry." He insisted as his left hand was also pulled away. "Clark, come on don't--no!" He squeaked and did a full-body flinch when Clark's hand brushed past his left ear.

Clark froze.

Bruce also froze.

Both men were still for a moment, before Clark attacked.

"Pl-hehehehehehehehe-ase!!!" Bruce cackled, dignity forgotten as Clark lightly scratched at the shell of either ear. "Ple-hehehe-ease not th-hahahahaha-there! Ahahahaha-anywhere else!!"

Well, what kind of a friend would Clark be if he didn't accept that invitation?

#eh #idk how I feel about this one #ticklish!batman #superbat #but friends #for now #ticklish!brucewayne #ticklish!bruce wayne #tickling fanfiction

[aminiatureworld]

Needled Words

Characters: Childe, fm!reader

Word Count: 1,691

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: When does a joke go too far, when is a jab more than just friendly? Where does the line blur and where does it stop?

In which Childe’s teasing becomes too much for the reader

Author’s Note: For some reason this prompt made me think of Nancy Mitford, mostly because she was known also for being a slightly mean-spirited teaser. Ah Childe, my beloved. Communication in a relationship is key y’all.

Childe

You knew that Childe was only joking. After all, didn’t he read his letters to you? Brimming with little asides and jokes.

“Dear Tonia, I would say I was happy to get your letter, if only it was sopping wet. Did you leave it out in the snow again? I swear, if you were in the illustrious Tsaritsa’s army, you’d probably end up attacking your own regiment, and then I’d be forced to execute you for treason!” No one could mistake such an opening for anything except a slightly barbed bit of teasing.

Nor were the younger one’s exempt. Teucer’s antics had resulted in quite a bit of teasing. “Teucer, I think the Mr. Cyclopses have better survival instincts” and “I didn’t take you for someone who spent other people’s money!” This latter statement was made after Teucer spied the hand-crafted, very expensive, fireworks that were sold in Liyue. Of course, Childe had bought him the fireworks, and of course he never begrudged doing things for you when he teased you either. Still, you somehow felt as if things were different when directed at you.

Not that they really were. It wasn’t so much that you were picking up a different tone, it was more that, unlike Childe’s siblings and other friends, such as Zhongli, who was subjected to endless old man jokes, you couldn’t seem to take them well. When he joked about how many times you ran into the countertop you began to wonder if you truly had something wrong with your hand-eye coordination; when he said you were the laziest person, he’d ever met you wondered if you weren’t sleeping in too late; when he teased that he had to be your personal babysitter you wondered if you were truly good enough to be an adventurer. It wasn’t Childe’s fault, it really wasn’t, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

Of course, you could tell him, could finally let it all out and stop pretending that it wasn’t painful to try and keep all your emotion sunder wraps. But you couldn’t help but feel as if that would in some ways disappoint him. He was a Harbinger, tough, aloof. No words could ever hurt Childe, of that, you were sure. So how would he take it, the knowledge that his part was all too liable to shatter at every poke and prod? You couldn’t blame him if he turned out to be ashamed.

So, you kept it to yourself, smiled through all the jabs and teases. It didn’t matter, it really didn’t. You were fine! Or if you, weren’t it wasn’t worth it trying to change anything. You didn’t want to lose Childe, didn’t want to see the change when he went to say something before stopping, looking at you’re with barely concealed disappointment. Childe lived with his emotions to the forefront after all. And you wouldn’t ask him to change something you ultimately loved about him.

Thus, the days continued on, as did the teasing and the feigned smiles. Some days it was worth it, some days you were left with nothing but happiness bubbling up inside, the love that humans reserved for a very few number of friends and lovers. Yet those days were often days with minimal teasing, and you couldn’t help but notice the layer of anxiety that pressed on your love the days that were filled with Childe’s jabs. Lying in bed, limbs tangled with his, you stared up at the ceiling, wondering what you should do. You felt trapped, by your emotions, by your pride, by Childe’s words. They were all encircling you, and you could do nothing to defend yourself. You tried to keep the tears to a minimum; after all your partner slept so little already.

You didn’t know when the subtle shift happened, when it all became too much to handle. Maybe it was after Childe’s recent trip to Snezhnaya, where, surrounded by Harbingers who saw their coworkers as enemies rather than allies, he had sharpened his wit even more so than before. If his earlier teasing was unfocused, general quips, then his current ones struck quite closer to home.

“Wow my dear I didn’t peg you for a Treasure Hoarder, I don’t think that arrow could hit anyone if it tried!”

“I think you truly have the makings of someone who gets scammed by a Mondstadtian duke, or perhaps a Fontaine prince who has lost all his mora in a flood. Remind me to never go shopping with you.”

“Honestly, I think if you ran into the Electro Archon, she’d think your vision was fake. It’d be an easy way out.”

The whiplash of Childe’s proclamations of “princess” mingled with sentences that, had they been geared at anyone else, would surely be insults was shocking, and you found yourself less and less able to keep these two aspects of your partner compatible in your mind. Even less did you find the ability to simply brush it off.

You didn’t know why it was a comment about your socks that finally caused you to break. Really, it was too juvenile.

Laundry in your shared apartment was often seen as a punishment, the chore that each of you pushed onto the other. As such there was often a pile of laundry in the laundry basket, and incredibly slim pickings in your drawers. That being the case you often found yourself wearing mismatched socks. Perhaps it was a little odd, or a little childish, but it was certainly preferrable to spending all day at the river scrubbing your hands red. Who cared anyways? No one would notice such a small thing, especially once you had put your boots on.

However, nothing could get past Childe’s wicked sense of humor, and apparently your clothing choices were prime fodder for him.

“Nice socks.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, already having a sense of where it was going. The smirk that played across your partner’s face was full of mischief, and usually that only led to one place.

“I think that you’ll be quite the icon among toddlers all throughout Liyue. People will be asking you if you’re lost all day, or maybe they’ll ask you how it feels like to be nine.”

It was really a silly comment to get so upset over, such a small, insignificant thing to cry over. Yet there you were, standing in the kitchen, frozen in horror as your vision became fuzzy with tears. Unsure about any other course of action you buried your face in your hands and prayed Childe wouldn’t think about what you were doing.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

You could hear the panic and concern mingling in Childe’s voice. Almost immediately a warm hand was on your shoulder, and you were suddenly flooded with the presence of the person you loved so much, the person you were now crying about. You could tell Childe was saying something, was whispering soft words of comfort, but in the moment your thoughts felt all too loud. Overwhelmed by the situation you turned into your partner’s shoulder and let yourself cry.

Eventually sensing you had lost all your tears Childe drew back slightly.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

“Yes please,” you replied, voice still small. Nodding Childe moved towards the kitchen. Within a few moments he was back, glass in hand.

“Was it the teasing?” He asked as you drank. Whatever you had to say about your partner, he certainly wasn’t stupid.

“Yes,” you mumbled, nodding for affect.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had gone too far. I promise I’ll be more careful from now on.”

“But Childe, it, it’s not just this time.”

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, voice flooding through with concern once more.

“It’s, I’m sorry, it’s just that, it’s all the time. Not all the time, every time you tease me. It’s not your fault! Of course, it’s not, it’s my fault. I don’t know, I just, it really hurts sometimes, all the time? I don’t know. I just, I’m sorry.”

Childe’s expression was one of abject horror. Taking your hand, he rubbed small circles on the top with his thumb. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize how much it was affecting you. I should have been more careful.”

“But I don’t want you to feel like you have to, I don’t know, I know you tease everyone, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You aren’t making me uncomfortable.” Childe’s voice seemed just as hurried as yours. “It makes me more uncomfortable to think that you’ve been burying this the whole time. You’re damn good at hiding things you know. But this isn’t a war or something, you don’t have to hide what you’re feeling, for whatever reason. Better if you tell me, y’know?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Doesn’t look good on you, or sound good. I’d rather hear you happy.” Childe leaned in to press a soft kiss against your forehead. “I love you, okay? You mean more to me than a little bit of teasing.”

“You don’t think I’m being weak?” You managed to make out as your anxiety lessened its grip on you.

“Weak? Girlie you’re one of the strongest people I know! Weak my ass. If you wanted to rule the world you could give me a run for my money. Of course, I’d win though. I mean, I would be there right with you.”

“I know you would,” you smiled, despite yourself.

You knew that Childe probably would still retain the odd sense of humor and levity he already had. Old habits die hard and all that. Still, you had managed to say what had been haunting you all this time and, more than that, you had been assured that you were good enough, strong enough. Those few words, no matter how short, meant the world to you.

#genshin impact #childe x reader #childe #tartaglia #genshin impact fanfiction #oneshot #requested #my writing

[stardustprompts]

be more chill soundtrack   sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw :  language ,  nsfw ,  drugs ,  alcohol / underage drinking ,  mental health

‘if I'm not feeling weird or super strange my life would be in utter disarray 'cause freaking out is my okay.’

‘ ugh, god, I wish I had the skill to just be fine and cool and chill.’

‘I don't wanna be special, I just wanna survive.’

‘no time to wallow, no, instead, just clear your brain and move ahead.’

‘if I continue at this rate the only thing I'll ever date is my macbook pro hard drive.’

‘how was class? you look like ass. what's wrong?’

‘I saw on discovery that humanity has stopped evolving!’

‘evolution is survival of the fittest, right? but now, because of technology, you don't have to be strong to survive which means there's never been a better time in history to be a loser!’

‘I am not the one who the story's about.’

‘if this was an apocalypse I would not need any tips in how to stay alive.‘

‘I love play rehearsal and I get depressed as soon as it's done.’

‘I am passionate a lot! I have mad, gigantic feelings, red and frantic feelings about most everything!’

‘life is easy in rehearsal, you follow a script so you know what comes next.’

‘anywho, the point that I'm getting to is sometimes life can't work out in the way it works out in the play.’ 

‘most humans do one thing for all of their lives. the thought of that gives me hives.’

‘why am I telling this to you? guess there's a part of me that wants to.’

‘my brain is like "bzzz", my heart is like "wow"’

‘freshman year I didn't have a girlfriend or a clue. I was a loser just like you.’

‘my little penis was depressed, he was so lonely. poor guy.’ 

‘so ... it's like ... drugs?’

‘picture this: your weekend's just a full on slate of blowout benders, of teenage rockstar splendor.’ 

‘right now you're helpless, you are almost hopeless.’ 

‘dude, you are cooler than a vintage cassette, it's just that no one else but me thinks that yet.’

‘it's no big, 'cause you and I are a team.’

‘nobody here appreciates but soon we'll be together where they do ... 'cause guys like us are cool in college.’

‘high school is hell, but we navigate it well 'cause what we do, is we make it a two-player game.’

‘as losers, we have fought together for years, both nintendo zombies and our popular peers ... now we’re stuck on a level, and I wanna move on.’ 

‘high school is whack, but we have each other's back.’

‘you know that you are my favorite person.’

‘is it really true? i'm your favowite person?‘

‘if I assist you will be more chill.’

‘so, do you wanna ride?’

‘home in a snatch, only one catch: we gotta stop for frozen yogurt first.’

‘soon you'll see that if you listen to me, everything about you is going to be wonderful!’

‘I might be the one who the story's about, now that someone's helping me out.’ 

‘you're used to thinking about him in a certain way,  and then something changes. and he changes from a guy that you'd never be into, into a guy that you'd kinda be into.’

‘I don't always relate to other people my age.’

‘I guess a part of me likes to talk to you.’

‘yeah, that guy that I'd kinda be into is ...  (name).‘

‘your life was so pitiful before, now it's time to go all the way.’

‘don't worry about the guilt you feel, just take a breath and seal the deal.’

‘my parents won't be home so its alright. they laundered money, now they're on the run.’

‘never hung with a girl like you before. I don't know if you know it but I am sure that, for me, you are an upgrade.’ 

‘to upgrade you must be willing to make sacrifices.’

‘I don't wanna be special I just wanna be chill as life will allow.’ 

‘a halloween party's a rad excuse to put your body through mad abuse.’

‘well, I might pass out, but it's alright 'cause I'm halloween partying hard tonight!’

‘i've had sex in pretty much every room in this house.’

‘do you wanna hang for a bit? just you and me, intimately talking about all of our feelings and shit.’

‘I am hanging in the bathroom at the biggest party of the fall.’

‘I could stay right here or disappear and nobody'd even notice at all.’

‘everything felt fine when I was half of a pair.’

‘he's out there just ignoring all our history.’

‘it sucks he left me here alone, here in this teenage battlezone.’

‘my big mistake was showing up.’

‘and I can't help but yearn for a different time.’

‘it's to fucked to type this shit. it's ripe, call back, I'll yell you every word.’

‘it's just so terrible I don't want to relive it all.’ 

‘(name) set a fire and he burned down the house.’ 

‘it's just so awful, so I'll talk about it a lot.’

‘when you love somebody you put your pants on for them.’

‘if the road gets muddy focus on the goal 'till the rough stuff's gone.’

‘if the fight gets bloody just keep pushing through 'till the pain is gone.’

‘you are the person I want to be with every day.’

‘naw, man! you tell her that she excites you sexually.’

‘there are voices all around and you can never mute the sound.’ 

‘it's embarrassing-  to find out, deep down I just want things to be easy.’

#rp prompts #rp memes #rp sentence starters #musical prompts #musical memes #musical sentence starters #be more chill prompts #be more chill sentence starters #lyric sentence starters #listen I just had to get this out of my system

[subwaysurf45]

Tech problems (bucky x reader)

Summary: bucky doesn’t know how to work the TV, his new phone, anything. After getting made fun if he wants to quit but the reader helps him out.

Pairing: bucky barns x reader

Warning: mentions of death near the end, but it’s mostly fluff

Masterlist!

Bucky stood at the counter in the kitchen, full weight leaning on the concrete slab that most people ate off of. His eyebrows were basically touching as he fiddled with his phone that Tony just gave him, he just couldn’t figure it out for the life of him.

“Hey, old guy!” Tony walked in, “whatcha doing?” He walked over and peered over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Trying to…” his brain wasn’t focused on completing the sentence, more on creating an e-mail.

“I see,” Tony snatched the phone from Bucky’s hands and turned his back to him, Bucky tried to see what he was doing but Tony kept walking around. A little bit of anger grew inside him because Tony seemed just fine at working with tech- everyone did.

Steve had walked in, “Tony, what are you doing?” His voice was tired and annoyed, he already knew what was happening simply from the way Bucky looked longingly at Steve. “Tony-“

“Ah-ta-ta, let me help him.” Tony smirked, his voice dripping in sarcasm. “I’m doing it all for him, aaaand- done!” He turned and slapped the phone in the table, it looked like everyone else’s.

“What did you do to it?” Bucky asked, his anger coming through in his tone.

“Nothing, tin man- old man- silver hair, just nothing.” He seemed like he was telling the truth, “i just did it so you wouldn’t keep annoying me and asking so many god damn questions, jeez.” Tony scoffed and walked away, Bucky didn’t pick up the phone, rather stare at it.

“How stupid am I?” Bucky asked, “really, like you got this figured out in less than a week, Tony told me when I asked for the Bluetooth password.”

“Wifi.” Steve corrected.

“What?” Bucky looked over, “same thing, who cares…” Bucky waved him off, his head snapped up at Steve suppressing a laugh, his stomach sank, “what?” His voice light and almost a whisper.

“It’s not the same thing, very much not the same thing.” He laughed, Bucky sighed, he’d had enough of this. Bucky picked up the phone and walked down the hall, “oh, come on! I’m having fun with you!” Steve laughed.

~~~

You wiped the sweat from your forehead, training with Nat had just ended and you were heading back to your shared room with Bucky. As you walked past the kitchen you saw Steve looking at nothing, he hand kept his head up.

“Why the long face?” You panted, still needing to catch your breath.

“I made fun of Bucky, he’s mad now.” His mouth barley moved, the sentence was muffled.

“About what?” You asked softly but you were still mad, he made fun of your boyfriend.

“Him not knowing how to use tech,” Steve looked up and saw your jaw drop, “what?”

“Literally last night he was so upset because he called me when I was training and he used the emergency signal, so I came running to our room and he had no idea.” You looked towards the bedrooms, “he was so upset with himself that he made me scared, he was all in his head. I need to go check up on him,” you sighed and turned to go to your room; that hot shower had to wait.

Once you made it to your room you softly knocked on the door, “Bucky?” You called, when you heard a hum you opened the door a jar, seeing him slumped over with his phone in his hands. “Hey, babe.” He seemed to break out of his thoughts when you placed a hand on his back.

“Hi, doll face.” He tried to smile, “how’s training?” He looked over to you as you sat beside him.

“Very long and very tiring,” you chuckled, you knew if you asked how he was doing he might get mad or breakdown, “Steve told me what happened, he seemed sad when I was in the kitchen.” Your hand started to rub his upper back, making sure you didn’t hit any scars through the shirt. “You wanna talk about it?” His phone was still on the home page, all the apps were downloaded but you knew he didn’t do that himself.

“I don’t know anything,” he sighed, “i don’t know how to work my phone, the microwave, the TV…I don’t know how to use the system thing in here properly, I can barley understand cars these days, that’s why I use the motorcycle because they didn’t change much but-… y/n, everyone thinks it so funny, the old guy who doesn’t know jack shit about tech.” He slumped forward.

“I don’t think it’s funny,” you moved up to the back of his neck, knowing he likes when you get under into his scalp.

“You’re different.” He stated.

“How so?”

“Because you’ve never been mean to anyone, you’re this shining star, you’re a light and you’re never mean.” His eyes left his phone and he looked at your leg, not wanting to make eye contact after saying that.

Your heart melted, his lips turned up at the quickly kiss to his cheek. He looked over and kissed you back, your hands wrapped around his neck and his pulled your waist in. After pulling away your foreheads rested on one another’s.

“Let me teach you, yeah?” You whispered, “no jokes. No funny business. As long as you need, I’ll go through it all.” You leaned back and waiting for his response.

“I don’t wanna make you go through-“

“Nope. Final rule, no self-doubt.” You smiled, his lip pouted out and he tried to cover his face and blush.

“Okay,” he nodded, “teach me.”

“Not right now,” you laughed, Bucky quirked a brow, “I’m tired and sweaty and I feel gross, also, I would like some cuddles.” You stood and grabbed your towel and a change of comfy clothes, “tomorrow.”

~~~

It was the next day, Bucky sat on the bed as you walked around the TV in your shared room, deep down he wanted to take some notes but he knew if anyone found them, he’d never hear the end of it.

“So let’s start basic,” you stood in front of the blank TV, “let’s say you’ve lost he remote, this is how you control it. Right here,” you pointed to the circle with a line through the top symbol, “that is the universal signal for on and off, look for that. Then, once you’ve pressed it here is the little notches for the volume and then the channel notches.” You pointed as you went along the bottom of the screen.

“Sounds easy,” Bucky muttered more to himself.

“But we have a remote, here, same little symbol, on and off. There, that’s the volume, and the big circle can help navigate up and down, side to side.” You showed him up close, “lots of these buttons will never be used, so I won’t really go through them.” You waved it off. “Okay, test number one, turn of the tv.” You passed the remote.

“Okay…” bucky clicked the button with the symbol he now knew and the screen lit up, some random cartoon played, “yes!” He shit up and jumped, quickly catching himself he sat back down.

“Can you change the channel for me?” You asked, a smirk on your face from his reaction before, he clicked the channel button and it went to the news. “And turn it up, please.”

“Easy,” he smiled and clicked, no sound came out. “What?” He clicked again and the sound came back, but not louder.

“You hit the mute button, use the long button here,” you pointed, he clicked up and it went up one level, after catching on and holding it the volume kept going up, “Bucky-“ you tried to warn but the volume cut out completely.

“Shit.” He stood up, Bucky fiddled with the notches on the actual TV but nothing happened. “What did I do?” His face i genuine terror, “did I break it, oh god, Tony’s gonna get some mad.”

“You blew out the speakers,” after observing the smoke coming out from the side of the TV that was the only possible answer.

“I knew i’d mess it up, I get so cocky, I really thought I had it.” He paced around, tugging his hair.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be fine,” you calmed him and sat him in the bed, “it’s hard at first but it will only get easier.” You smiled before pulling him into a hug, you could feel his sigh of defeat as he hugged back.

You both headed out to the kitchen, Bucky still in a mood from breaking the TV a couple minutes ago. You both had some coffee, yours with a little milk.

“Hello, lovebirds.” Tony walked in, Bucky looked right at his feet and tried not to look awkward. “What’s up with cyborg over here?” Tony giggled.

“Nothing,” you dipped your coffee, Bucky just nodded along.

“I got a notification that the speakers in your room were blown out,” Tony teased, Bucky stiffened and inches closer to you, “what happened?”

Bucky looked up, his mouth open and about to talk. You gently placed a hand on his chest and looked him in the eye, a way of saying ‘I got this’.

“I sat in the remote, turns out my ass poked it right at the volume and I couldn’t figure it out in time.” You laughed, Bucky looked at you crazy before forcing one out.

Tony hunched over, “I can picture that, oh wow- I wish I was there!” He cackled before turning away and walking down the hall, “it’ll be fixed by tomorrow!” He called over his shoulder.

~~~

It was lonely without you, it was very rare you’d go in missions without Bucky but also rare you’d go alone. It was a simple infiltrate, you were more on the espionage rather than Captain America side of powers. 

Bucky had tired to talk to Steve about letting someone go with you, this mission would involve zero contact with the base. But no one listened, it was always going to be you.

It had been a month, three quarters done with the they needed. The tech lesions had to be halted, you weren’t there to teach and Bucky refused to let anyone tell him anything about the tech in his room.

“If only you could see me, babe…” he whispered as he worked the TV, that was the only thing he knew, and he was great at it. Last week he recorded a show, he was never going to watch it, but it as recorded. He almost had a heart attack when the remote stopped working, but it just ran out of batteries.

After doing all the cool tricks he knew he looked over to your side of the bed, it was neatly made and seemed untouched. Whenever you’d be fine for even a night he’d sleep on the ground, but he promised he’d sleep on the bed, but he never rolled over or even sat on your side.

The one thing he missed was the way your shampoo stunk up the whole bed in a good way, when he’d wake up the morning after you’d showered he’d could smell your lavender shampoo right away, it almost puts him back to sleep. But as the days went on, it faded.

Bucky looked around before gently placing his face your pillow, almost like an afterthought of your sent came through; just barley there. His face hovered before he gave in and relaxed on it, he knew if he’d roll around the sent would fade quicker, he didn’t really care.

There was a hard spot on your pillow, he reached under and found a green spiral notebook. It didn’t have anything in the cover, once he opened it a gasp fell from his lips.

It was a notebook, for every piece of tech in the house. From his phone to how F.R.I.D.A.Y. works, it was all there. Intricate diagrams that where labeled, one page had everything he needed to know.

Bucky’s phone sat face down in his bedside table, he flipped the that page and looked it over. He picked up his phone and read through it all, slightly muttering then words that were written to himself like he was being taught.

“Okay, you got this,” he said as he pressed the on button, as he navigated around he learned how to add a contact, send and text, google, the a picture, send an email. Everything.

~~~

You walked into the compound completely exhausted, one black eye layer, the base had been infiltrated. You went to your mission report computer and Tony was there, he gave you your phone.

“Connect back to the wifi,” he nodded before leaving you to connect.

Once you were fully back online your phone began to buzz, over and over. Tons of notifications rolled in. You went to emails first.

From: bucky

To: y/n

Subject: test?

Hellooooooo this is a test, don’t worry about it!

You laughed and scrolled through the other emails, finding out they were all kind of the same, then you went to text messages.

There was a selfie of him holding the green book, his smile couldn’t have been wider. He sent three, probably by accident. But they were still cute.

So I figured hit text!

Kinda cool

I found the book, it was like Christmas

Anyway, I know you won’t read this but I think I’ll try the oven next, I’ll ask wanda about it.

As the texts went on, your heart started to drop and your stomach swirled. They had been getting progressively sadder.

Hey doll face, I hope you’re well, miss you

I miss you

I love you

I wanna marry you one day, maybe live on farm and have a few kids

If you want

Sent: two months ago

I finished your book, I think I know it all now, I’ve been going over those tests you put in the back sleeve, they’re really good

You’re very thoughtful

I know you can’t see this

I don’t know what to do with myself, this is very hard.

Sent: one month ago

Are you dead?

I had a dream you died in my arms, and I can’t tell if it was a flashback or a dream

I hope you’re not

I love you too much

Please come home

Please

I really need you

I wish I never learn how to use this shit, honestly, I can’t seem to put my phone down because this is all I have if you right now. I keep checking it to see if you’ve responded but I know you haven’t, but part of me wants you to respond so I know you’re alive.

I’m not ready to say goodbye to you yet.

Sent: 24 hours ago

You slammed the phone down and raced down the hall, you passed the kitchen and everyone who smiled at you because they hadn’t seen you in three months, they probably also thought you were dead.

You stopped right before the door, you could hear soft whimpers coming from inside.

“I miss you,” the voice was muffled.

You opened the door silently, you saw Bucky lying right next to your side of the bed, it was still perfectly made. You also saw what looked like glass shattered by the wall, a closer look and it was his phone.

“Bucky?” You asked.

His head shot up and he sat up straight, after wiping his face he ran right over to you. His hug pushed you back on the floor, he just stayed there.

“Don’t ever do that again, please.” His voice was still shaken, “I can’t go through that again.”

“Never again, i was so worried when I saw your text a minuet ago.” You whispered and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Your name in my phone, your the only one.” He sniffled, “it was like it was taunting me, I got really mad and I threw it.” He hugged you tighter, “you were supposed to come home two days ago.” He cried.

“I know,” you housed him and sat up, as he pulled away he saw your bruised face, his thumb gently traced the purple mark.

“I don’t want a phone, I like knowing about it, but I’ll only ever borrow yours.” He seemed like he was pledging something, like an oath.

“Done deal,” you pulled him in for a long kiss, hoping it would never end.

#bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky barns #comfort #marvel #bucky oneshot #bucky barns fluff #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you

[homerforsure]

for the Fun Fact Prompts ! why are you in a tree?

Dear Anon! It's more of a first line prompt than a fun fact prompt, but given that I instantly knew the second line of this as soon as I read the first, I'll allow it.

This got very silly and very far away from me, so the bulk of it is under the cut <3

“Why are you in a tree? No, wait, wait don’t tell me. K-I-S-S-I-N-G?”

“Maddie, can you focus please?” Buck whines into the phone. “We’re stuck.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” she laughs. “Tell me again. Where are you guys?”

Buck explains their location in the park, the fallen ladder, and Maddie agrees to come and rescue them as soon as she can.

“Of all the times for Albert not to answer his phone,” Buck grouses as he shifts on the tree branch to get his own back into his pocket. “He wouldn’t show up and sing at us.”

“Sing?” Eddie asks.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

“Did she say how long-?”

“Just whenever she can. She’s gonna have to pack the baby up so we could be here for hours. You didn’t have anywhere to go right?”

“Me? No. Sitting in an oak tree was my only plan for the day.”

“Sorry,” Buck winces.

It's his fault that they’re stuck. It started with a kite. A big blue one lodged high in the branches of a tree that he spotted when he was biking through the park. A couple of kids were standing below it, looking up with sad expressions and making valiant efforts to boost each other up onto the lower branches. The tree was too big for them though, the branch too far from the ground. Buck had slowed to a stop beside them.

The branch was out of reach for him too, even when leaning his bike against the tree and trying to climb up on the seat. Fortunately the park had a concession stand--closed now, open just for little league games--and the stand had a ladder leaning against the side of the building. It was nothing for Buck to jog over and loosen the rusted brackets holding the ladder in place, then to brace it against the tree and start climbing.

The tree was full of sturdy branches, easy enough to climb. He just… needed to find a route. The kite was further up than it had looked from the ground, tangled in leaves and dangerously far out on the limb.

As Buck stood contemplating, another strong breeze had come through (it was perfect kite flying weather after all), making him wobble on the branch and sending his ladder crashing to the ground.

The kids had shrieked and run off without their kite, completely ignoring Buck’s pleas to just put the ladder back and then vanished over the nearest hill. The stiff wind and unseasonably cool weather had left the park more deserted than usual and Buck had had to swallow his pride and call Eddie who only laughed at him a little.

That wind blows hard again, chilling Buck through his training jersey and making the branches sway. He reaches up to grab the branch overhead, trying to feel a little more stable and Eddie reaches out toward him automatically, even though he’s too far away to reach. The other man is sitting against the trunk of the tree, leaning back, serene and stable, as though he’s on the ground and not 10 feet in the air.

“You were wrong, you know,” Buck says, once he has his balance back.

One of Eddie’s eyebrows quirks up as if to say, Wrong? Me?

“You could never have gotten up there from the other way.”

“Well it’s not like your way worked out that much better.”

When his boyfriend (and wow did that term send shivers up and down Buck’s spine every time he thought it, new and fresh as it still is) had turned up at the park, he’d righted the ladder immediately, expecting Buck to climb back down. Instead, knowing he had a stable route down, Buck had turned his attention back up toward the kite and called back that he’d be down in just a minute.

“Which way are you going?” Eddie had asked. So Buck had pointed out the route to him.

“No. No way. You’re gonna get stuck at that skinny branch and you’ll never make it. You’ve got to go up the other way.”

“What other way?”

Eddie pointed it out and Buck scoffed, “Now that’s ridiculous. You’re not even going to be able to reach it from there.”

“Wanna bet?” Eddie had said.

So now they were both stuck on the branch, kiteless.

“You should come over here,” Eddie says, frowning as the wind shakes the tree again and Buck holds on against the sway. “The branch doesn’t move as much.”

“You worried about me?” Buck asks, smirking over at Eddie who just rolls his eyes.

“It’s not a secret anymore, Buck. You breaking your spine is going to seriously fuck with my weekend plans.”

His weekend plans with Buck. The two of them alone. For the first time since Eddie had pinned Buck against his kitchen counter and kissed him senseless. If Buck had ever had any incentive to stay out of the hospital it was for this promise of whatever Eddie wanted to do next.

“Well I’d hate to do that,” he says, looking over at Eddie through his lashes with faux remorse. “I already ruined your afternoon.”

“Will you just get your ass over here?” Eddie replies, trying not to look ridiculously pleased as he holds out his arm to coax Buck over.

Buck needs very little coaxing. He stands because it’s easier than scooting, walking the tightrope of the tree branch until he’s directly beside Eddie, then dropping down again. “Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” Eddie replies.

It’s dangerous to let himself get distracted when he’s perched so precariously, but Buck can’t help it. With his right hand reached overhead to grab the next branch for balance, he holds out his left for Eddie to take. That Eddie does without hesitation, that he squeezes tight, that he smiles at Buck with that soft, happy smile he doesn’t give to anyone else, still feels like a precious gift. It’s so new, what they have. Buck wants to melt into every moment. Cherish it like it may never come again.

“So,” Eddie says, running his thumb over the back of Buck’s hand. “How do people kiss in trees do you think? It seems pretty dangerous to me.”

Humming as though he’s giving the matter serious thought, Buck says, “A tree house probably makes the most sense.”

“Sure. If you were smart enough to plan ahead. But if you weren’t…”

“If you weren’t,” Buck says, taking his hand back so he can move again, carefully, carefully swinging one leg over so he’s straddling the branch. “I think there’s still a few options. You should, uh, get as close to the trunk as you can. With your back to it, probably.”

Once he’s sure that Buck’s stable, Eddie takes the instruction, using that taller branch to lift himself up just a little, turning, shifting one leg over the branch like Buck has, and settling back against the tree trunk. At the stoutest part of the branch, Eddie almost has a stable seat, though he still crosses his legs tightly below the branch to hold his position. “I can see how this would work,” he says. “If you were careful.”

“Oh careful is the most important thing,” Buck says, inching forward, hand over hand above his head. “It helps to have a strong partner. One who won’t let you fall.”

When he reaches Eddie, he keeps his knees pressed close to the branch so he can try and fit himself between Eddie’s legs, so they can get as close as possible. Buck sees Eddie’s eyes flash with concern when he moves his hands from the branch down onto Eddie’s shoulders and immediately feels one strong arm behind his back.

“One hand on the branch,” Eddie says, his breath close enough to tickle Buck’s ear. “Please.”

“Chicken,” Buck says, lifting his left hand again to clutch the branch.

“Daredevil,” Eddie replies, lifting his own hand and clutching Buck’s fingers over their heads.

“You like it,” Buck teases, unable to stop himself from grinning as he stares into Eddie’s eyes to see exactly how much he does.

“You’re awfully full of yourself.”

“You like that too. You pretend like you’re so mature and by the book, but you like me getting you all riled-”

The rest of his sentence is lost to Eddie’s mouth on his. Buck gives himself over to it immediately, letting Eddie’s firm hand on his back push him forward just a little bit more. He lets his own arm slide behind Eddie’s neck, feeling the bark bite into him on one side and Eddie’s soft hair tickling on the other. Buck loses himself to it, quickly losing his balance as he does and he squeezes tightly to Eddie’s hand anchoring him in place.

“I like all of it,” Eddie whispers, once they pull apart. “I like you.”

Buck has just enough time to enjoy the little shiver that those words send through all his nerves before Eddie’s kissing him again. The chill of the wind, the height from the ground, even the uncomfortable feel of the branch beneath them all fades into the background. Eddie’s kissing him and Buck’s as secure as he’s ever been.

It’s only Maddie’s voice that pulls them out of the moment, sing-songing from the bottom of the tree as she lifts their ladder, “Buck and Ed-die, sittin’ in a tree…”

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Daydreams and Tickles ~ Ruby Martinez

Summary: You get distracted while Ruby rambles. 

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: Ruby Martinez x Fem!Latina!Reader

Warnings: Tickling, Kissing, Suggestive dialogue (Innuendos, dirty jokes, etc) If we missed something let us know!

A/N: Hiya, it’s been a while, we are going to try to post at least a monthly one shot, but won’t make any promises. Hope you all that read this enjoy this!

You were awoken by the sound of notifications going off loudly. You stirred around on your bed, trying to ignore the cacophony of dings your phone kept emitting. Groggily, you made a mental note to silence your phone from now on. When you could finally look at the screen without it blinding you, you scrolled through the seemingly endless string of texts Ruby had sent to the group chat, “The Gnomies”. Yes, Jamal came up with it. Yes, everyone tried to change it, but he just kept changing it back so they gave up. You groaned as you read the messages. ‘Be here at one on the dot,’ the last message read, ‘mandatory meeting’. That was less than half an hour from now. Lazily getting out of bed, you started getting ready. After brushing your teeth and making your hair look somewhat presentable, you threw together an outfit that resembled a picture you had seen on Pinterest after looking up ‘grunge aesthetic’. You liked trying out different styles constantly, feeling like every single one of them suited you, but none of them could get you to commit to them for more than a month. Satisfied with the way you looked, you left your room, grabbed your keys and skateboard, and started to skate your way to Ruby’s house. Midway, though, you decided to take a detour and get some food—junk food, to be precise—knowing that you would not be able to handle a hyperactive Ruben on an empty stomach.

You left the joint with two bags full of food, hoping bribery would get you out of being lectured by Ruby about punctuality. You balanced the bags on both hands like a scale as you focused on not falling from your board on the way there. Making the last turn to Ruby’s house, you miscalculated the speed you were going at and had to hop off the board, letting it crash against the curb. Though you fell on your ass, you made sure to hold the food up keeping it safe and sound. Holding both bags in one hand, you retrieved your skateboard and walked up to the door, but it flung open before you could even think about knocking. Ruby stood on the other side with a scowl. You smiled sheepishly, extending one of the bags to him. 

“You’re very late! Did you get me fries with that? Also where are the others?!" Ruby said all in one breath.

"First of all, I know I'm late, but I'm sorry to inform you that you are not more important than food.” Ruby scowled and was about to protest, but you kept speaking before he could utter a word. “Secondly, yes, I did get you fries, you impatient goblin. I mean, what do you take me for? A monster?” You pretended to be offended, but Ruby simply looked annoyed by the dramatic display. “Just know that when I win my first Oscar I will not be thanking you, Ruben.”

“Yeah, yeah if you say so—also don’t call me that. Can you get to the most important question now?”

“Damn, someone hasn’t had their daily handy.” You laughed in astonishment, amused by how much irritation Ruby had in him.

“Seriously, Y/N, this is serious!” His voice raised an octave, causing it to crack, and you had to bite back a laugh.

“A la jaula, bestia, a la jaula,” you began, laughter causing your words to come out like wheezes. Ruby spared you one death stare, and you somehow found your composure. “Look, I have no idea where everyone else is. I, honestly, thought everyone was already here and that you were waiting on me.”

“So, you thought they were here and didn’t think to bring them food?” Ruby questioned.

“Do I look like I have enough money to feed todos esos trogloditas? I brought you food with hopes of getting out of the ‘Punctuality Lecture’, but seeing as they aren’t here, guess that spares me.” You dropped the skate on the entryway, pushing past Ruby to sit on the couch.

“And here I was beginning to think you favored me from the rest.” Ruby sighed with disappointment before raising his voice dramatically. “When in reality, it was just BRIBERY!” he exclaimed, his voice cracking once more as he fake sobbed while clutching the food. You clapped as you opened your food, ready to dig in.

“Damn, man, I better watch out, otherwise you’re probably going to win that Oscar before me,” you said as you began stuffing your face.

“Are you calling me dramatic?” He placed his free hand over his heart.

“Oh, without a shadow of a doubt, now sit down and eat.” With your fork, you pointed at him then towards the couch. Instead of sitting, he started pacing around the coffee table, and you watched him as you munched on your sandwich and fries. He stopped for a second to place his bag of food down, yet he didn’t sit down to eat it. He kept going around the small table at a pace too quick for your eyes to keep up without feeling dizzy. “Wow, man, slow down. Me mareas con tus vueltitas.” He only huffed. “Ruben, seriously, I did not buy that for you to let it go to waste. At least breathe and stress eat.” He whipped around at the mention of his full name.

“I thought I told you not to call me that,” he reminded you exasperatedly. “Anyway, I can’t eat right now. I have many thoughts whirring in my brain, and it’s making me sick. Do you know why I called you guys here? Well, if you’re here, you must have read the messages—” Ruby was rambling on and didn’t even stop in between sentences to take a breath so you cut him off. 

“RUBEN!” He ceased all movement so abruptly that a skid mark could’ve possibly been seen in the spot where he stopped. “Could you get to the point,, please? You’re making my head hurt.” You completely ignored his previous statement and pressed the tips of your fingers to your temples. Rolling his eyes at you he sat on the other end of the couch and took his food out. After a few angry munches, he turned to face you, the grease of the food that was plastered on his mouth drawing your attention to his lips. 

“Alright, since the others aren’t here yet, I’ll just start telling you my new ideas for income.” He stopped eating and started chattering and chattering and chattering… 

You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, he stood up and began pacing around the living room again. You stopped listening about half an hour into his ramble, zoning out and staring blankly at him. Your mind got the best of you, and you started to remember why you liked Ruby. What brought this on? You didn’t know. Maybe it was how much passion he put into his pointless arguments, or maybe even that you found it totally adorable that he was practically unable to lie because he would start sweating like a pig on a stick. Maybe it was the way he smiled at you, the tendency he had to correct everything you said matter-of-factly, or maybe it was his dangerously absurd perfectionism. It could be one of his many qualities, good or bad, you didn’t care. Your eyes trailed to his lips once more. They were so full and pink it was hard not to stare—slightly chapped too, but that wasn’t a problem to you. You imagined running your thumb over them, pulling them close to yours and then just crashing them together. Your breath hitched in your throat at the thought of you and Ruby making out. It wasn’t an uncommon thought of yours, seeing as you’ve been dreaming about it happening almost every night since you discovered what hormones could do. 

There was always Cesar, you thought. He was the “face” of the group after all, but that got to his brain sometimes. Nothing more dangerous than a cholo who’s aware of his good looks. You grimaced slightly. Cesar’s ego was one of the many reasons why you never developed an emotional nor carnal liking to the boy. You’d rather leave him to Monse, plus you wouldn’t dream of getting caught in the middle of their toxic and manipulative games. But that’s beside the point. You were abruptly brought back to reality by Ruby waving his hands in front of your face, occasionally snapping his fingers. Shaking your head to shake out the thoughts, you noticed Ruby was now standing on top of the coffee table, being careful not to step on either of your foods.

“PAY ATTENTION TO ME, (Y/N)!” Ruby whined. You held back a chuckle at how funny he looked. His small body barely added to the coffee table’s weight. Deciding to play it cool, you shrugged nonchalantly.

“What’s your fuzz? I am listening to you. Have been for the past hour and a half.” 

Ruby squinted his eyes at you. “No, you weren’t. I know that face. You were very deep in your thoughts. What’s going on in that pretty, little head of yours?” You freaked internally. 

He’s onto us, you told yourself. “Yes, I am onto you, (Y/N), that’s why I asked. Keep up.” He looked at you like you were stupid. Wait how did he—Can he read my mind?  Blink twice if you can read my mind. Ruby blinked twice, and you felt like a rock dropped in your stomach.

“Oh shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“Before you throw up on my couch, I’ll have you know I can’t read your mind. You were just speaking out loud.” You threw yourself backwards unto the couch, grabbing a pillow to cover your face. After making a mental note to slam your head against the nearest wall later, you decided you were not going to make a further fool of yourself. 

“I wasn’t not paying attention; I was just—”

“I am the king of bad excuses, babe, so spare me your lies.” You blushed at the nickname and prayed he wouldn’t notice. “Now since there is obviously something more important on your mind, speak,” he demanded. 

You weighed your options. You could either try to lie and hope he’d let you off the hook, which was not likely, or you could tell him the truth and risk your friendship being awkward from now on if he didn’t feel the same way—and with your luck he most likely didn’t. A few more silent seconds passed before Ruby spoke once more, “Don’t make me take drastic measures on you, (Y/N). I will have no mercy.” He eyed you with determination. You scoffed in disbelief.

“What could you possibly do to torture me, Ruben?” You mocked him, stretching out his name. Ruby smirked.

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” He jumped from the coffee table, landing on top of you and successfully pinning you to the sofa. You giggled and tried to get away from his grip, but it was surprisingly strong. Ruby chuckled at your failed attempts to break free. “Now, you’re going to tell me what I want to know, or else,” he brought his lips close to your ears, “you’ll pay for it with your melodious laughter.” Your eyes widened in realization as his words sank in.

“No, not the tickles,” you begged him playfully. He nodded while mischievously smirking. 

“One last chance, are you gonna talk?” You shook your head.

“In your dreams,” you defied. 

“I was hoping you’d say that.” In seconds, his hands went to your sides and laughter erupted from your throat in loud cackles.

“Stop, Ruby—Stop!” you tried to articulate between laughs. He shook his head no.

“Not until I get what I want.” He said between laughs as well, since in retaliation, you had managed to start tickling him as well. The sound of his own laughter mixed with yours was like music to your ears.

“N—Never!” You still mutinied. His fingers only increased their pace and not in ways you’d like. Your stomach was starting to hurt and you were running out of breath, leaving you with just one option. Well, it was now or never. 

“I WAS THINKING ABOUT KISSING YOU,” you blurted; his movements ceased, “I have been since we were in middle school.” You closed your eyes, concentrating on catching your breath. Ruby released you and got off of you, running his hands through his hair in deep thought. You sat up and covered your face with your hands. “This is going to be so awkward now,” you muttered through your hands but it came out like an incoherent jumble of sounds. You moved your hands to sneak a peek at Ruby. Your muffled words didn’t even faze him.

“Ruby?” You looked over at him. His eyes met yours, and he struggled to bite back a laugh. Great, you thought, he thinks I’m a joke now. 

“About time.” He grumbled and sighed.

“What?” You were very confused. What could he possibly mean by that?

 “I said ‘about damn time,’ (Y/N).” His suppressed laughs turned to a shy grin. Still confused as ever, you tried your best to gather your thoughts and form a coherent sentence.

“Wait, YOU KNEW?” You felt sick to your stomach now. All this time, you thought you had been successful at keeping your feelings hidden and sealed away, but now it turns out even he knew.

“Well, yeah, I’ve known for a couple of months now.” He shrugged it off as if it were obvious. 

“Months?!” This was unbelievable. You abruptly stood up and faced him, hands on your hips. “So, you’ve known for months and you didn’t think for one second to tell me? At least, have the decency to confront me, damn it.” You found yourself feeling dumbfounded, feeling toyed with. Ruby reached out to you, holding on to your forearm and pulling you back to sit on the couch. You let him.

“Cesar and Jamal implied it once during one of our guy’s nights, and ever since then, I kind of started paying more attention. Ergo, leading me to the conclusion that you liked me,” he explained. “If it makes you feel any better, the clues to your feelings were very subtle so, I would have probably never noticed if it hadn’t been brought up.” Ruby was trying his best to cheer you up, but you still felt extremely embarrassed by the fact that your secret crush wasn’t so secret. 

“Why would they even bring that up, in the first place?” you questioned, annoyed.

“Well, I may or may not have made a comment about how I thought I was starting to develop feelings for you and the guys just jumped on that and told me that you liked me too,” Ruby admitted shyly, rubbing his neck awkwardly. 

“So, if you like me back, then why didn’t you say anything or make a move when you figured out I actually felt the same way?” You felt bad for interrogating him like that, but you were in dire need of answers.

“I just didn’t know how to bring it up, and even if I did, I wouldn’t have known how to say I liked you back without, probably, choking on my own saliva.” He chuckled lowly, afraid that if he laughed too loud, he’d set you off again. “You know I’ve never been good with the ladies, (Y/N).” You grimaced at the memory of all of Ruby’s failed love attempts. 

“Well, you already knew I liked you—it was a matter of saying three words, eight letters,, and I would’ve been yours months ago.” You pushed his shoulder playfully, the anxiety and embarrassment you had felt washing of and making room for the still-settling realization of having confessed your feelings. Ruby leaned back into you, your legs brushing, causing you to take notice of your proximity. Your hands fell upon each other’s, and you looked up to meet his eyes. You started leaning in, maintaining eye contact as you got closer.

“Ruby,” you started, but he shook his head. 

“Don’t think, act,” he said as he grabbed the back of your neck, crashing your lips together. All your late night fantasies crashed at once, the real thing surpassing each and every one of them. Kissing Ruby felt like a kaleidoscope of butterflies got loose in your stomach—it felt like your heart alone was running a marathon. Kissing Ruby was soft and messy, your lack of experience shining through-. Ruby kept pressing himself to you, making sure there was absolutely no space between you. You had to resort to lying down, pulling Ruby on top of you, not once breaking the kiss. Due to the new position, one of his hands made its way to rest on your waist and the other cupped your cheek. Your hands around his neck were pulling him impossibly closer, and in that moment, your body felt like it was exploding with fireworks, warm all over. You didn’t break away until you needed to  breathe, a goofy smile plastering itself on your face. Ruby held the same expression as you as he looked down at you. As you started leaning in for another kiss, the door burst open. You pushed Ruby off of you, causing Ruby to fall on the ground with a thud. 

“Uh, what’s going on here?” Jamal asked.

“Told you guys it would work.” Cesar had the biggest, cockiest smirk on his face. You and Ruby shared a confused look and stared back at the very late rest of the crew.

“Yep, just like you said. A couple of hours alone, and they were all over each other.” Monse said, trying her best to refrain from laughing.

“I think our little man, Ruby, just popped his cherry.” Cesar wiggled his eyebrows. Monse’s eyes widened and she broke down laughing. 

Irritated enough, you finally spoke up, “Slow your roll, Little Spooky, we’re not like you and Monse.” You shot at him defensively, and Monse choked on her laughter. “No offense,” you added, not wanting to stir up any drama.

“None taken,” Cesar assured. Ruby got off the ground and reclaimed his seat beside you.

Leaning over, he whispered, “Why can’t we be like them?”

“Keep it in your damn pants, Ruben.” You nudged his side and he raised his hands in surrender.  

In retaliation, though, Cesar sat between you and Ruby. You shared a look of annoyance before Cesar asked, “Are you going to finish that?” referring to the forgotten leftover cluttering the small table. 

“Go crazy.”

“Suit yourself,” you and Ruby at the same time.

As Cesar dug in Jamal spoke up, “Can we just skip to the part where Ruby yells at us for being late and starts talking non-stop?” 

“No, man, not today.” Everyone looked bewildered. “Cesar why don’t you take that home? Yes, okay, bye,” Ruby dismissed him.

“Wait, woah, the hell man?” Cesar questioned as Ruby used all his might to get him off the couch. 

“You can all come back tomorrow, on time, and we’ll talk about my idea.” He said shooing them all away. 

“Are you freaking serious?” Monse got angry quickly.

“Hey, not my fault you decided to play cupid and be late on purpose.” Cesar, Jamal, and Monse shared looks of pride at Ruby’s statement. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some wasted time to make up for with my new girlfriend so, bye!” 

“Whatever you say, man,” Cesar said as he opened the door with one hand, the leftovers in the other. When Jamal and Monse were outside he said, “Just remember sin gorrito no hay fiesta.” He immediately shut the door after himself, but that didn’t stop Ruby and you from yelling after him.

“Fuck off, Cesar!” You both yelled with smiles on your faces as you looked at each other. With everyone else gone, Ruby cupped your cheek once more and tenderly kissed you until you had to head back home. That night you slept peacefully, no longer having to dream and wonder about how kissing Ruby would feel like.

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