#yeah someone commented about what i ate and they said they ate less

[ysrjune]

sam monroe smut with chubby reader🙏 PLEASE

She hates her weight but sam loves it and one day she’s crying because of a remark smby made and he comforts her :’)

Sam held you in his arms while you cried about something some girl said about your weight at school earlier. “Come on, beautiful, stop crying. You shouldn’t care about what that bitch has to say about you, she’s just mad she’s not as gorgeous as you.” He tried comforting you while rubbing your arm.

“But she’s right!” you continue to sob. “I try so hard to feel good about my body and stuff, but people just keep on commenting on it.” Sam could break into tears hearing his sweet girl talk bad about herself. He hated hearing about how much you hated your body because he loved it. He loved resting his hand on your tummy. He loved to squeeze your rolls.

To him, all that wasn't disgusting at all. He loved his chubby girl. The way your cheeks were so full, too, melted his heart. Especially when you'd smile. “Well, I don't think anything negative about your body. God, your body is literally worth worshipping, baby.” His hand trailed down to your plushy thighs.

You knew that. You knew Sam was obsessed with not just your body, but everything else about you. Even before you two were dating, he never made a negative comment about your weight. That was one of the reasons you started liking him in the first place. Every other guy you were friends with before Sam would say something atleast once about your body.

“That's real sweet of you, Sam, but I don't think so.” You hold his hand, sniffling. Your boyfriend shakes his head and forces you to lay on him. “Nah, I mean it. Just cause you have a tummy and a couple of rolls doesn't make you any less attractive, angel face.” He kissed your forehead and sat up against the headboard so that you were sitting on him properly.

“So cute, could just eat you up.” He quickly states and started sucking on your neck, leaving small kisses as well. “Sam—” You giggled at the sensation of his lips on your neck. “Stop, that tickles,” You try pushing his face awah from you, but he wouldn't budge. He did stop eventually, thank goodness. You look at your phone to open the camera to see how many hickeys he had left.

“4? Really, Sam?” You give him an unamused look even though you thought it was kinda funny. “You don't get it, huh?” His hand went down to your breast, holding onto it gently. “Just cause a couple of people tell you things about your body doesn't mean others don't find you attractive. I've seen a couple dorks check you out. Even when you're with me.” He rolled his eyes at the memory of it.

“Starin’ at your ass and thighs.” He says as both his hands travel to your ass. “‘least they know they can't have what's already mine.” He smirked, giving your ass a squeeze. “Ugh, you're such a pervert.” You reply playfully but also gently, slapping him. “Yeah, you like it, though. First time we fucked was because I was being a pervert and it turned you on.” He reminds you, sliding down your shorts.

“That didn't mean anything..” You blush at a little bit, feeling the way his fingers hooked onto the hem of your shorts to pull them down. “Then what's happening right now? Are you sure you're not already soaked by me doing the bare minimum?” He whispers, looking up to you with those pretty blue eyes that were smudged with eyeliner.

You didn't want to answer that. He already knew it, so why is he asking? How could someone not get so turned on by a hot emo guy. Especially one that knows how to use his dick. He wasn't just good at using that, though. His fingers and his mouth were great, too.

Though, at first, he wasn't exactly as good as he is now. The first time he fingered you, he had no idea what he was doing. The first time he ate you out? He didn't know lots about that either despite all the porn he watched. It took him a couple times to get it all right, and by the 4th time he tried fingering/eating you out, he was real good at it.

The first time he stuck his dick in you, he came almost immediately and was so embarrassed about it, but that didn't stop him from continuing to thrust in and out of you. You wouldn't ever forget that moment cause once he came, he made the cutest little whimper ever. His face was flushed, and his eyebrows were pinched together, moaning and panting.

That was the first time he ever had sex, too. It felt so good, he didn't wanna stop even after cumming 3 more times. He was also just so obsessed with the wet noises your pussy would make with every thrust. Every moan you let out gave him less reason to stop.

“What, cat got your tongue? Can't tell me that your panties and practically stuck to that pretty pussy?” He snaps you out of your trance. “Mm, no.. was just thinking.”, “About what?” By this time, he already had you in only your bra and underwear, taking in the sight before him.

“The first time we fucked..” You admit to him, feeling his boner. “Fuck, you had me feelin’ so good that night, princess.” You help him out of his shorts, revealing his hard cock since he had no boxers on underneath. You rubbed the tip, making his hips jerk up a little bit. “Moaning your name like a little bitch ‘n shit.” He moved his hips against your fingers.

He shifted himself to where his dick met the fabric of your panties. Sam started thrusting against them, letting out small moans. “Please let me feel like that again, babe. please please please let me fuck you. I've been waiting so damn long.” It had been almost a month since you've had sex with him.

You thought of riding him so you could see his pretty face get all scrunched up when hes about to cum, but you remembered how much of a thing he had for you arching your back for him. “Should blow my back out.” You kiss his cheeks while he still thrusted against your clothed clit. “Mm, I'd love that.”

So, here you were. Moaning out his name into a pillow, but also hearing those cute noises of his. “Shit, shit, shit,” He moaned, smacking your ass and watching it jiggle with every thrust he made. “Yeah, mhm, you're so pretty, sweet girl. Mm, could do this forever.” He suddenly flipped you around and placed his hand on your tummy.

“You're so soft, oh my God.” He squeezed it a little, then moved his hand to your puffy cheeks. “So pretty,” He whimpered, letting you know he was close. “Uh—fuck. ‘m so close. Oh, you're so good.”, “So. Fucking. Good.” He thrusted with every word.

“Sam, Im gonna cum!” You hold onto his arm. “Gonna cum? So do it then, baby. Cum all over my cock, beautiful. Can do it, come on.” He led you on until he felt you tighten around him and release yourself onto his dick. It took him a few more thrusts to cum, but once he did, he pulled out and lay on you, hands grabbing onto your titties.

“Fuck, princess.” He panted and slid down to kiss your tummy, thighs, and everywhere that you were insecure. “Don't ever call yourself unattractive. I'd rather have my cuddly, chubby girlfriend than any other girl.”

Your boyfriend was truly the sweetest.

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[slvtforfiction]

“Say it and I’m yours.”

☆ Colby X reader ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Suggestive ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Ex-lovers to lovers (?)

☆ Jealous!Colby ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Masterlist

☆ Kat and Sam are still together in this ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

I was sick and tired and fucked in the head. It had been two weeks since that argument,how many girls had I seen go into Colby’s room since? I lost count after 20.

It took him about 3 hours to move on as if I was nothing and I was still thinking about him and I hate that I can’t just hate him like a normal person would.

I knew I had to get over him like he was doing and instead of sleeping with the thousands of girls he’s sleeping with maybe I sleep with one of the trap house boys that I’ve always had a silly crush on.

“Jake come over.” I said on the phone to him, “Why?” He asked and I smiled laughing to myself manically “Come and fuck me.” I said as if I had told him about the weather.

“On my way.” He said quickly and I hung up waiting for him to come knocking.

“Fuck Jake!” I screamed loudly as he entered into me. “Fuck Sweetheart.” He said before I let out the most pornographic moan,to annoy Colby.I began cumming on his cock as he came with me.

Jake helped me lie down on the bed as he grabbed his shirt and put it over my arms,before putting on his boxers and then lying next to me as I rested my head on his chest.

When I woke up I walked downstairs to see Jake getting ready to leave and I smiled at him. “I’ll see you later yeah?” I asked him hoping to see him at the party.

“Yeah I’ll see you at the party sweetheart.” He said before kissing my forehead and leaving whilst still adjusting his belt.

I turned around to walk back upstairs only to see Colby staring daggers at me. “Sleep well?” I asked sarcastically with a shit eating grin.

“Fuck you.” He said stomping his way back upstairs after I had broken down laughing my ass off at him.

I then proceeded to walk back upstairs to begin editing my newest video for my channel.

After what felt like days of editing Sam called me to come down for dinner,which was just ubered chipotle.

I ate my chipotle bowl with everyone else as I sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

“Sounds like you and Jake had a fun night huh?” Sam said laughing to himself.

“Yeah.” I laughed along with him before I saw Colby clench his hand into a fist,his knuckles turning bright white,and then walking upstairs to his room.

“What’s his issue?” Sam asked as he looked up from his food. “Someone’s mad.” I said pouting and laughing softly.

Honestly I couldn’t care less about Colby’s feelings,he ended it,began fucking other girls and then expected me to come crawling back to him? That’s laughable.

As I walked up to my room again I opened the door before being grabbed by my forearm.

“What the fuck is your issue?” I said turning around to see Colby grabbing me. The skin turned red,his knuckles turning white again and I pulled my arm away from him.

“You’re fucking Jake? Really?” He asked and I burst out laughing clapping my hands together as he stood there with steam flying out from his ears.

“Yep,why? Are you going to cry about it?” I said putting on my best baby voice,batting my eyelids and rubbing my eyes with my fists.

“Just know no one will ever be better than me.” He said trying to storm off before I retorted “Trust me he is.” He flung himself around,doing a full 180°,i blew a kiss at him and walked back into my room to finish editing my video.

Katrina 🩵:

Girl you’re going to the party arent you???

You:

Obvs girl! Yk I wouldn’t miss it!

Katrina 🩵:

You have to wear that 2 piece we got for that rave to piss off Colby!!

You:

You’re so fucking right,this is why I love u Kat

Katrina 🩵:

My stunning fashion advice? I’m aware 😘

You:

Girl I’m coming for ur wardrope next

Katrina 🩵:

Anyways I’ll see you at the party!!

You:

See ya girl!!

I wore my dainty two piece,a black top with a red bat and a short red skirt,it was perfect and I knew it was.Why? Because this is the dress that Colby ripped off of me our first night together.I laughed remembering.

I knew he would never touch me again if he were to keep up his antics and considering I knew Colby,I would think he would see me in this outfit and be all over me,no other girls.

Although knowing Colby he also might look at me and give me no second thought,maybe even laugh at me.

He was a magic eight ball with his emotions and you never knew how he would react but for now I think my plan is pretty solid.

Kat came into my room after she had arrived to see me doing my makeup whilst sat infront of my mirror.

“Girl you look good!” She shouted and I smiled looking up at her, “Girl so do you!” I smiled back at her whilst I admired her eye shadow.

She smiled as she sat down next to me as we talked about nothing and everything together.

Kat eventually helped me do my red and glittery eye shadow after I had done some cheap mascara.

I had done cheap mascara intentionally to see Colbys later look when I walked down the stairs my sloppy mascara dripping as i pretend to clean it up.

I mean if he wants to play dirty he can start it and I will always finish it and I’ll finish it as dirty as I can play.

Kat encouraged my plan and I smiled as i schemed more throughout my head.

We walked down to the party,seeing Jake and Sam talking at the island in the kitchen,I looked around and then saw Colby grinding up against a girl I had never seen before and I laughed to myself.

God always picking the next victim huh? I thought to myself laughing silently as I smirked watching him.

I turned around and began talking to Jake whose hands eventually found my waist and whose mouth eventually found mine as our tongues clashed.

I suddenly felt someone grab the back of my waist pulling me away from Jake and into someone’s chest.

“What the fuck!” I yelled spinning myself around to find myself flush against Colby.

“What’s your problem?!” He yelled back as he dragged me upstairs,shoving me into his room and locking the door.

“What’s my fucking problem? What’s yours?! I’m enjoying myself!” I almost screamed at him,my pent up anger and stress flowing out.

I felt a tear drip down my face and quickly swiped it off hoping he hadn’t noticed.

“You’re fucking other people?!” He yelled back and I laughed at him,tearing up from amusement.

“Oh god you don’t get it do you!” I said laughing, “Fuck you!” He yelled,

“Fuck me? After every single girl I’ve seen walk in and out of your bedroom? God Colby I thought you were better than this.” I said and I turned around to leave before he said something which made me stop in place.

“I love you Y/N,Don’t do this to me!” He yelled,I smiled sarcastically “You love me? After breaking up with me,you love me?” I asked sarcastically with a smile.

“Yes,I know it’s stupid.” He said and my smile dropped,I felt bad and my heart had dropped from my chest. “It’s not.” I whispered. “Tell me to leave you alone and I will,I will move out and you won’t have to see me again,or tell me you love me too. Say it and I’m yours.” He said softly.

“Colbs,I’ve always loved you.” I said softly walking over to him,he raised his arms and I smiled accepting the hug.

“Fuck man,almost lost you.” He laughed and I smiled into his chest. “I fucking love you,Colby Brock.” I whispered as if he wasn’t meant to hear.

“I love you too, Y/N L/N.” I smiled and we walked to his bed laying down together.

We fell asleep,his arm wrapped around me and my head on his chest.

#Spotify #spotify #smut #song #romance #cute #fluff #colby brock smut #colby smut #colby brock x reader #colby brock #sam and colby fluff #colby x reader #sam and colby #jake webber

[f10werfae]

You’ll always be my girl

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female! Reader

Word count: 1,594

Summary: Y/n's relatives are anything but supportive, on the other hand we have Chris who is absolutely smitten and will do anything to make sure Y/n knows

Warnings: Rude things said about the reader? Slight sexual scenes

C/n = Cousin's name

Bff/n = Best Friend's name

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Requests are always open!

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

Let’s just say my extended family were not the most supportive, of anything I do for that matter. Whether it be my relationship with Chris, down to the things I eat at family dinners or rather how much I eat.

Now they don’t hate on Chris, it’s me they have a problem with, they’re adamant that Chris can do better than some small town girl that studies fashion.

So standing in front of my parents' house in a lovely light blue summer dress I had made, was definitely a bold move. It was blue with ballgown-like sleeves, blueberries dotted the corset portion of the chest, as the light blue skirt cascaded down my legs into a flowy fitting dress.

Unfortunately for me, Chris couldn’t make this last minute lunch due to the puppy interview he had to film with buzzfeed, and I refuse to let him miss that.

Taking a deep breath in, I was greeted by my mother who had a warm smile adorned on her face, pulling me into a rib breaking hug. Although over her shoulder, I could already see the judgemental stares of my cousins.

With all the “adults” moving to the backyard to watch the barbecue, I was left to sit in the lounge with the rest of my cousins. A heavily uncomfortable vibe filled the air, the washed out voices from the TV providing a good enough distraction.

“So Y/n, nice dress. Did you make it?” C/n said, a devilish smirk playing on her face, her head resting on her hand.

“Yes, yes I did make it” I said curtly, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“Yeah well it looks sh*t actually, musta' been the lights playing tricks on my eyes” She said leaning back on the chair, my other cousins stifling a giggle or chuckle.

“where’s that boyfriend of yours? Don’t tell me, he’s left you right? He has to have left you, he surely has not stuck with you this long”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I said sitting up straighter, a burning fire of anger settling at the pit of my stomach.

“It means, look at the state of you. An average girl, with ,no offence, not average looks. Your dream is to become a fashion designer, yet your designs look absolutely trash. Why would an A-list celebrity even take a second glance at you”

Deciding to not even respond, I simply stood up, grabbed my purse and walked out of the house. I’m not going to stay in a place where im continuously disrespected and treated like dirt.

My car let out a noise signifying it was now open, throwing my stuff across to the passenger side, I drove off. Driving aimless across town, I settled upon the local ice cream shop. Sure I was lactose intolerant, but I could give less of a sh*t right now.

Getting my favourite flavour, I sat back in my car and ate the treat in silence. Multiple thoughts raced around my head at once, yes I didn’t believe anything C/n had said but those things don’t just go through one ear and out the other. Especially when it’s from someone you used to be close to.

After the ice cream, I finally looked at the time on the car and realised I had been sitting here for more or less over an hour.

Driving off back home, I could already hear the questions Chris would ask me about the barbecue, my head was already thinking of excuses to say.

(Time Skip To Home)

Finally getting through the front door, Chris came out of the kitchen, a frown on his face.

“Babe, where were you?”

“What? I told you I was at my mums today for the lunch” I said puzzled

“Yeah, well she called me thirty minutes ago asking where the hell you disappeared to”

“Something just came up at work and they needed me in to oversee something” An instant lie.

Even though he was clearly not buying it, he nodded pursing his lips and walked over to me. His built arms going around my shoulders, pulling me flush against his front. Both his hands rubbing up and down my back, “if you need to talk bub I’m here, you know that”

“I know” I said smiling genuinely at him, I could already tell a lopsided grin was probably on my face right now.

Breaking away from the hug, I walked upstairs leaving him by the entrance, “Imma just finish this up and then i’ll meet you up there alright sweets?”

“Mhm okay” I replied, halfway through the bedroom door.

In the midst of getting changed, a skype call came through on my laptop, seeing who it was from only made me sigh in relief.

Accepting the call Bff/n's face came up onto the screen, her usual bubbly self instantly setting a high mood

“Eugh what’s up with you miss gremlin, that scowl on your face is horrendous”

She said jokingly and before I knew it, I had broken down into sobs, not because what she had said had hurt me but because I genuinely just couldn’t keep it in anymore.

“Woah woah woah girly, i didn’t mean that” She hurried out, her hands waving frantically into the camera.

“No no it’s not that, it’s something else” I said sniffling, my hands playing with Chris' hoodie strings.

“I went to my mums house today for a barbecue, and C/n was there”

“ugh not that b*tch again, I swear she hates your guts for no reason. The f*ck did she say?”

“Basically it was just her saying I have no proper aspirations in terms of careers, and that soon enough Chris will get bored of me physically and emotionally”

“Girl, I swear the next time I see that ratty tatty cousin of yours, I will be throwing not just hands but also feet” She joked out, causing a slight choking laugh to make its way out.

“Yeah don’t worry, I may beat you to that”

I joke back, laughter coming from both sides of the screens

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Basically it was just her saying I have no proper aspirations in terms of careers, and that soon enough Chris will get bored of me physically and emotionally” I heard Y/n say back to Bff/n, who the f*ck says that to someone?

Not wanting to intrude on their conversation, I backed away from our bedroom and headed towards the house phone. Calling Y/n's mum.

“Yeah hi ma, I needa tell you sumthin”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Closing my laptop, I fell backwards onto the bed, a deep sigh left my lips as Chris came into the bedroom. A sweet smile on his face as he came over and crawled on top of me, his form now hovering over mine.

“Chris baby what are you doing?” I asked, brushing some of his grown hair out of his eyes.

“I just want you to know babe, i’ll never and I mean NEVER get bored of you alright?”

“Y-you heard all that”

Nodding he dipped his head into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply before placing sloppy wet kisses all over”

“I could never get bored of your smell Y/n, it’s home to me, calms me down”

Placing his lips onto mine, he gently explored my mouth with his tongue, slight moans leaving both of our lips.

“Your lips, how can I get bored of them? You tell me you love me with them, your loving words and your kisses?! If anything they keep me entertained”

He said chuckling lowly, nuzzling his nose with mine, my eyes starting to gloss.

“And don’t get me started on these stunning eyes of yours, God I could just get lost in them forever and I wouldn’t even mind”

“Chris you dont have to do thi-“

“No, no I do and I want to. Words can’t express how much I love you, but I can definitely try”

Moving down my body he looked up at me, this time more darkly,

“Don’t even get me started on this f*cking body of yours baby”

(Time Skip to about 2 hours later ;))

The hot water from the shower sprinkled itself all over my red and raw body. Hickies littered my body from top to bottom, when Chris said he was going to love on every part of me, he meant it.

Taking my soap in his hands, he slowly lathered it all over my body, not in a sexual way but more so loving. He continued to hum a sweet melody while placing kisses on my neck, his hands still exploring my body sensually.

My hands reaching back to play with the hair on the back of his head as I tilted my head upwards to crash my lips onto his. His tongue meeting mine, like it had done multiple times earlier in the night.

“I love you so much babe, Since the day I met you, my life has never been the same. Now remember this okay? You’ll always be my girl. You’re the only I picture to be the mother of my kids, you’re the only one I see a future with”

“Chris-“

“Let me finish bubba, you are my light and if I could marry you this very second I would. I wish I could just skip all this and just go to where you finally bare my last name and we’re connected in every way possible. That’s how much I love you, and that will never change”

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[pwincesa0]

Ace Markey haters.

PLEASE NOTE!!: There will ALWAYS be someone who disagrees with you about something, and/or doesn't like you. So unless if you have either some constructive criticism, or you're going to express how you agree. Don't bother being annoying and commenting something hateful, it makes you look dumb in the end. Not me. Anyways. I don't like most Ace haters. It just seems like they're hating him just because they can. Maybe I just haven't seen any actual logical argument, but a lot of things I've heard were that "He's ugly" or he is a bully. ⛦ Literally no one cares if you think he is ugly or not. Beauty is subjective. Let's just get that out of the way. ⛦ As for him being a bully. I actually think that's an understandable thing to not like someone for. Me personally, I like antagonizing characters but I know that's not everyones cup of tea. But if you're going to make that argument, you also need to keep in mind that the way he starts yelling and him bullying the cast are two different things. Not to mention that Ace does everything for a reason. And he doesn't willingly get mad at people and shit for no reason. As shown right here:

🐴-"You think I act like this for fun?" The way he said this is obvious proof that he doesn't just go around blowing up on people for fun. In fact he really doesn't like it. Though going back to the bullying parts, I suppose that in scenes like this:

He does actively go out of his way to pick on others. Calling people losers is not a nice thing to say to people. So if you're someone who likes mostly nice and caring characters, then he isn't going to be your type. And that's fine. ⛦ People also say that they don't like Ace because he's "transphobic"? That is not true, and let me tell you why. Here in this scene:

Ace threatens to expose Nico's secret. Nico's secret is that they're Nonbinary. However, Ace didn't know this at the time. Sure he knew that their secret said "No one accepted you because of your identity" But as proven in this scene here:

Ace didn't know what that meant due to how vaguely worded it was. And it's not like he was the only one who didn't understand it.

⭐- "I'm sorry, but I have no clue what this means" David also didn't know what it meant. In fact he was the first one to mention it since he read Nico's secret outloud. Therefore you can not use Ace being "transphobic" as an excuse to hate him because it's not true. To add on to this, Ace actually uses Nico's correct pronouns after learning that they're nonbinary. As shown here:

🐴- "Did THEY tell you?" Ace said they, not he. And as far as I could remember, Ace didn't make any transphobic comments against Nico. Because you can obviously be transphobic while using someones correct pronouns. Ace doesn't say anything about their identity, but instead just use their pronouns. ⛦ I really don't like when people say "Nico ate when they tried to kill him" "Hu ate when she slapped him" ect ect. Like no all 3 of them are wrong. Maybe less of Hu but still. Ace shouldn't have provoked them, Nico should have thought about the consequences when commiting a murder instead of acting based on their feelings, and Hu shouldn't be going around slapping people. 💀 Though I do think it was good that Hu stepped in to shut Ace up. She shouldn't have stood there and watched it happen. Just, don't slap people??? But yeah between Ace and Nico its just like J said:

🎧- "Basically, you both suck and are wrong!" Be like her!!! ⛦ All in all, I'm not saying theres something wrong with not liking a character. But for what I can remember, those are the only reasons why people say they hate him. So I just needed to prove to them that their way of thinking is wrong. But if you don't like him because you think hes ugly, annoying, a bully, ect ect basically anything subjective then good for you. I don't like Hu despite a lot of people liking her. It just seems that Ace fans don't ever back up anything they say when they wanna prove something. ⛦ IF THERE'S SOMETHING YOU DISAGREE WITH, OR WANNA ADD ONTO THIS THEN GO AHEAD! LEAVE A COMMENT! Just be RESPECTFUL and use common sense.

🦇 pwrincesa

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[gojocumdumpster]

Lending out a helping hand 2

You had woke up Gojo's arm's wrapped around you, you rolled your eyes and slowly pulled them off as you were ready to make breakfast. You got up brushed your teeth, washed your face and headed out to check on the twins. They were still sleeping with there white noise on. You closed the door gently and went to the kitchen. You decide to make French toast with eggs and bacon. So that's what you did. You started plating the food for you and Gojo. You got out the twins silicone plates as they had 4 sections you sliced the French toast into little strips "French toast sticks" you broke the bacon and half and placed it on the same section with the eggs and the other side had mixed fruits Gojo had bought the other day so you gave them in a scoop of those you poured orange juice for you and Gojo and half a cup of apple juice for the twins and filled the rest with purified water because little kids need water not just juices.

It was 10:30 in the morning and you heard gojo walking out shirtless as usual. You looked at him and look back at what you were doing. He had went behind you and hugged you from behind, gripping your tits before you could kick him. 'Yes I got to touch them!" He says dodging your kick and bacon you threw at him. "Keep fucking with me Gojo and watch what happens your gonna be nut-less and have no balls at all." You say threating with him pointing a knife at him. "I think i'm getting blue balls." He says smirking at you. "GOJO I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU." You say chasing him with the knife. Few minutes later everyone was eating, you ate in the kitchen because Gojo kept kicking you. "The twins are heading with Grandma for 2 weeks, so it'll just be us 2." He said winking at you. You stuck up the middle fingers when the twins weren't looking at you. His grandma had just picked the 2 up and it was time for both you and Gojo to go to work.

You were trying to get ready, but someone doesn't know how to turn around and stop staring. "Gojo." You say with one hand up ready to hit him. "Okay okay, don't hit me those things are deadly. You guys make it to work and had a meeting once work was over with Nanami. Gojo was known as the troublemaker and would piss you and Nanami off. You and Nanami thought you guys were safe until Gojo had made a comment. "What do you guys think about having a 3some?" Gojo said excitedly. You and Nanami left closing the door on him. Work was done and you guys had already took a bathe. It didn't end up so well. "GOJO PUT THAT SHIT DOWN." You said as he had a scooped water from the bathe tub trying to throw it at you. Yeah you guys were splashing each other like crazy.

You had enough and sat on top of his abs. "I TOLD YOU TO STO-" He had gripped your hips and grabbed your ass spreading them apart. You had smacked him hard and he let go and you got up. Sticking your tongue out. And walking out with your towel. "Hey wait you can't leave me like this you have to help me!" He said covering himself with a towel having a boner. "Yea I can help you by kicking your dick until it's soft." He shook his head no and put his sweats on. being shirtless again. You had wore your spaghetti strap shirt and shorts. He looked at your perky nipples as they were getting hard from the cold air. "Such a great view!" He said staring at them. You rolled your eyes and sat down on the couch ready to have movie night that he begged to have. You guys were in the middle of watching a movie until a sex scene turned on. He looked at you with a smirk and you side eyed him. He paused the movie. "What now Gojo." You said rolling your eyes. "Have you ever thought of 2 best friends fucking? He said looking at you. "No.." You said looking at him annoyed . "You want to make it happen" He said as he slowly got hard.

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So it goes: Chapter 19 - MI x fem!OC

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Summary: Maggie used to love Christmas, until she didn’t.

Pairing: Michael Italiano x fem!OC

Warnings: Oh, the sadness and the angst, swearing like always and Dan being a sunshine for a minute.

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: Yeah, we’re still in sad mood over here. You can send me your insults in the comments. But hey guuuyss! First, sorry if the editing its shitty, posting from my phone makes weird stuff in here but I’ll check it tomorrow from my laptop to see if it looks decent. This one is not long, but its all about sadness. Even with that I hope you enjoy it anyway and let me know what you think? You think Maggie is gonna call Michael? They’ll put their shit together? Maggie will join them on the trips? Talk to me 👀 Thanks for the likes and the love, kids. Okay now enjoy and see ya next time ✌🏻

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Chapter 19 - ‘Tis the damn season.

If someone would have told Maggie a year early that she was going to be living such a nightmare, she would have said it was impossible. She would have said that it was impossible that she and Michael would have taken a break, especially knowing how much they loved each other. It was absurd to think about them not being together specially during Christmas. That couldn’t happen. Not to them. Never to them. It was ridiculous to think about them not being together, but it happened. It happened and felt as if the universe was trying to keep Maggie away from Michael; it was succeeding incredibly well. It happened and God, how it was hurting.

Maggie had months to prepare for not seeing Michael there. From the moment the news came about Australians being able to get back into the country, there was no doubt that was gonna happen. She was the first one who told Michael to get on a plane and go as soon as he could. She was the one who finally convinced him when he was doubting for one second in what to do because the Irish girls couldn’t go and Daniel wasn’t planning to leave his pregnant girlfriend for more than one week and just because of work. Maggie was the one who lied right there on his face during every single FaceTime or call, promising she was gonna be fine.

She knew convincing Michael was the right thing to do, but she was far from fine.

For the first time since they started to see each other, there was no green package under the tree. There was no sneaky Merry Christmas kiss. No snuggling sitting on his lap complaining about how much she ate and asking Michael why the hell did he let her do it all while she was trying in vain to not fall asleep on his arms. There was not gonna be waking up on Christmas morning and spending the whole day wrapped in a blanket and his arms or Michael’s cheesy speech of him not needing anything as a gift because he already got what he wanted and it was tiny and beautiful and right there by his side. Every single time Maggie realized about another thing that wasn’t gonna happen that year, it was like another knife was buried in her chest and at some point it was just hard to breathe.

That’s how Christmas went from being one of her favorite days of the year to being like her new personal torture and nightmare. She hated every single thing about it, from the decorations to the joyful atmosphere, and she couldn’t deny that she was counting the minutes to start the new year for once and for all.

Her whole family was happy to be reunited and celebrating. Everyone was happy because a new baby was coming to their family in less than two months and there was Maggie, trying to not get drunk. She was trying to not drown her pain in wine because she didn’t want to ruin everyone’s Christmas eve, but it was hard. She tried to put on a brave face and smile, but it was almost impossible. It was so hard that more than once she had to excuse herself and disappeared into the bathroom or her room to wash her face or simply breathe because everything was too much. She knew she was supposed to be happy because in a couple of weeks she was going to become an aunt, but everything still felt under a big gray cloud.

Nobody tried to cheer her up because they knew it was impossible. She was broken to the point of no return, and there was no use trying to say some words to make it better. All they did was give her a hug, a kiss or a hand-squeeze to make her feel she wasn’t alone because she wasn’t, but the one she wanted wasn’t around. She knew everyone really meant well, but for some reason it made her feel even more alone in the middle of a room full of people.

Maggie didn’t get to see Michael after that November afternoon in her apartment. They spent the whole day and night together, but the next morning she woke up with a note in his pillow. The little white paper was waiting for her when she opened her eyes, but there was no Michael. The realization hit her when she called out his name and the only thing there was absolute silence. She slept by his side, and it was the best night of sleep she had in months, but there was no morning kiss and no raspy ‘M’ning, sweetheart’. After that, Maggie was back to square one with feeling like nothing but absolutely broken, and the hole she felt in her chest just became bigger. What made it worse was the fact that she couldn’t go to the last races of the season, so they couldn’t see each other. She blew her sick days and her vacation days a long time ago, so there was no way to escape and not even her dad could save or help her at the office. Esmé dropping a no-so subtle ‘He looks sad’ when Maggie called to know how everything was in Saudi Arabia didn’t make her feel better, and weeks later she wasn’t feeling good at all. The only thing that was actually comforting her was that at least Michael was in Perth waiting to see his family again. It comforted Maggie, at least for a second, but then she looked around her at the table, and she wanted to run away from there.

She loved them, it was her family, and she loved them with everything in her heart. She was ready to kill and die for them, but the sight of all the happy couples around her made her feel like the air was being kicked out of her body again and again. She was surrounded by couples who loved each other so much that it felt out of a fairytale, and there she was, forcing a smile on her face to not ruin everyone’s night even more. It was nobody’s fault but her own, so nobody said a thing when she got up again, disappearing in the bathroom for the fifth time in the last five hours.

What Maggie wasn’t expecting was to find Daniel waiting for her outside the bathroom. He was leaning with his back against one of the walls of the hallways of the apartment, waiting for her with a worried expression on his face, but he didn’t say a thing. Maggie wanted to say she was fine. She wanted to lie and repeat it again, because maybe then it would become a reality, but Daniel didn’t let her speak. Maggie didn’t ask a thing when he grabbed her arm and dragged her carefully to the door of the master room, making her wait outside as he went in.

Maggie was expecting to receive another speech trying to cheer her up, but she also knew Daniel. Sometimes they both were so similar it was scary. If they were pissed or down, there was no much use in comforting or cheesy words; they just wanted to disappear from the world for the rest of the day and then try to start from scratch the next morning. On the real bad race days, Maggie was normally the one telling Michael to not go to Daniel with the inspirational quotes when what they really needed to do was pick their stuff, and get the hell out whatever bloody paddock they were in so they could go for a beer and call it a day. She was usually the one telling Jas exactly the same thing followed by a ‘Your man needs you and a beer, so let’s go’. Daniel was normally the one telling the same stuff to Michael when Maggie was down. Daniel was also the one who always just went to give her a hug and a kiss on the head instead of saying how everything was going to be fine, so she had really no idea why they were there.

She had no idea, but then she saw it coming when Daniel walked out of the room hiding something with one hand behind his back. “You're gonna hate me for this, but he left this for you. He said you should read the note first” Daniel explained, giving Maggie a little green bag with a golden ribbon. “I don’t even know what’s in there and I told him he should give it to you in person, but he put this ridiculous lovesick-kicked and wet puppy face and I couldn’t say no. He’s a cunt, but I’m gonna be a dad and I’m just an excited happy ball of love and I really couldn’t say no. Besides, I can’t blame him, I’d do the same if something like this happened to me and my J” he finished with a little shrug of his shoulders.

Something like that could never happen to them, basically because Jas and Daniel were like the same person divided in two. They loved each other so much that it was impossible to keep them apart for more than a couple of days. It has been like that since the beginning. Blake always said it was ridiculous, their parents said it was magical, and Maggie thought it was pretty awesome too. That was exactly what she always wanted. It was exactly what Maggie thought she finally got, but then everything went down.

She had to take a really deep breath before she grabbed the little bag from Daniel’s hand. She had to take a deep breath to try absolutely in vain to stay calm and be able to talk despite the knot in her throat and even like that it was completely hard to do it. “You're always an excited ball of love, now it’s just bigger. And you’re gonna be the best and coolest dad in the world, Danny. Just like you’re the coolest brother. That baby girl is really lucky to have you as her dad” Maggie smiled shortly, twisting the string of the little bag between her index finger as she looked up at Daniel.

“C’mere” he said, opening his arms and going straight to hug her, and Maggie couldn’t say no to that. “You know I love you, right?” Daniel asked, to which Maggie nodded a couple times as an answer. “Good. Now go open that and call us if you need us”

Daniel sent her off with one last squeeze and a kiss on her head before he disappeared from the hallway. The first thing Maggie could think about was going to her room, but when she closed the door, she realized maybe it was a very bad idea. She hasn’t been there in months and the last time Michael was there with her. The last time they were together and she used to love that room at Daniel and Jas’ place because it was her little space with Michael in Ireland, but now she just hated it. All the memories of them were in that room, and all she wanted to see in that room was him, but there were too many reasons for why she couldn’t have her wish.

Once she was on her own, Maggie left the bag over the bed and looked at it for five minutes straight, too scared to open it and see what was inside. She was somehow scared to open it, but curiosity was killing her. What was also killing her was her own brain, yelling because Michael sent her a gift. He managed to make it happen for her even when he was away. Of course she got him something, just like she did on his birthday, but the gift was waiting inside her closet at her place, and he left hers in good hands so she would have it right on time. It was as if Michael knew that Maggie was going to need to see a green package that day, and God, she did.

It took her those good, long five minutes to finally have the courage to grab that little bag and open it. Inside there was a green envelope and a squared green velvet box with a golden M on the top of it. It was exactly like the golden necklace Michael gave her the previous Christmas. It was like the M that was still hanging from her neck because she couldn’t take it off. She swore to never take it off, and she was going to keep the promise no matter what.

Just like Daniel told her, Maggie grabbed the green envelope and saw her name written down on it. She could feel the tears blurring her vision the second she saw his handwriting. She didn’t want a small bag and a little piece of paper; she wanted Michael and telling him how much she loved him. She wanted to hug him and fall asleep in his arms while sitting on his lap. She wanted to tell him and that she didn’t need any gifs because she had him and that was everything she needed and wanted. She wanted him back, but all she had was a small box and a note. Maggie had to take a few deep breaths before she could even focus on the words because everything hurt, but it became even worse when she started to read the note.

‘Hey Mags. I guess you weren’t expecting to see this, but I didn’t want you to spend Christmas without you having a present from me. I couldn’t let you spend Christmas without a green package, so here you have it.

When I was thinking about what to get you, I remembered there was a time you told me about the plays and musicals you did when you were younger. God bless your mom, she had all of them recorded, but the only one who you didn’t let me watch was the one where you were half of it on your own on stage. More than once you told me you didn’t like how you looked, but just once you told me you felt like you were too similar to the main character and how the last thing you wanted was to end up like her. I didn’t want to bother you and insist, so instead I decided to watch the movie.

Let me tell you a couple things about it, Maggie: You’re nothing like Cathy. How could you be like her when you can’t be late, not even if you tried? But all jokes aside, baby, you’ve nothing of her, and Dublin is not Ohio. But more importantly, I want you to know we’re not gonna end up as Jamie and Cathy. We’re not gonna end up apart and you’re not gonna end up alone. I’d never let that happen. The only thing you have in common with her is that you also need time, and it's fine. The last thing I want is for us to be apart, but you need time and that’s what I can give you right now. That’s what gave me the first idea for the gift, but don’t open it just yet.

The second thing is that when the lyrics said ‘I don’t know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you’, I’m pretty sure they were talking about how I feel about you. That’s exactly what I think every single time I see you, but I don’t even know the answer to that. I don’t even remember how life was before you and I’m not sure if I wanna remember at all. Looking back at that time, even the paddocks were boring without you.

You also told me back in London that your aunt Mimi explained to you how we were incompatible. She said it wasn’t an easy match. She said it was going to be difficult to relate to each other because we are like water and oil. You told me, she explained, we’re like the night and the day, like the moon and the sun. She also said it was in the stars for us to not match and that you can’t rewrite what’s written there.

A wise woman said the moon and the sun might be different, but they need each other. She said that the moon and the sun need each other to make the most amazing eclipses. She said the moon depends upon the sun because it does not possess its own light. Another wiser and stunning woman told me one night after too many glasses of wine ‘Fuck astrology, you might not rewrite the stars but you can lay down and watch them shine with your favorite person by your side’. That’s exactly what I wanna do with you. I wanna prove them wrong. I wanna show everyone that astrology knows nothing about you and me because when I said ‘Fuck the rest’ I really mean it. I wanna show everyone that we’re not Cathy and Jamie and lay down anywhere you want to see the stars together.

That’s what got me the second idea for the gift, because with it I want you to know and remember I need you as much as the moon needs the sun. Maybe looking at it in your hand will help you remember it every single hour. Besides, if the stars have always helped people find their way home, they can help us too. I really wanna believe they’ll help us.

I hope you’re having a beautiful day because that’s what you deserve. Just don’t drink too much and don’t eat until your stomach hurts, okay? Don’t do it because I won’t be there to carry you around when your stomach hurts. Just think we’ll be doing it in no time.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart. I miss you, I love you, and I hope I get to see you soon. Now you can open the box.

Your Mike.”

Maggie spent five minutes trying to find the courage to read the note, but then she had to spend another ten to recover from it. She still had no idea what was inside the small green box, but if it had been empty, it would have been the same for her. It would have been the absolute same for her if Michael had sent just the note. It would have broken her heart in the same way it already did. Maggie took with her shaking hands the small box, and she held it against her heart as she breathed as deeply as possible. She thought just her hands were shaking, but then she realized it was her entire body, the one trembling like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane.

It became worse when she finally opened the box.

Inside it there was a watch. It was all golden, and it was absolutely beautiful and simple. It was the perfect size and she loved it, but the inside of it was the breathtaking part. It was all blue and sprinkled with something glittery that looked like diamond powder; it had some small white stars, but it also had a silver half-moon and a golden sun, both made of quartz. It was beautiful and perfect, but Maggie couldn’t stop thinking about what it really meant. Michael was giving her time in every sense of the way. He took the idea from one of her favorite movies and musicals and mixed it up with their little secret promise and turned it all into a perfect gift.

Just when Maggie took the watch carefully out of the box was when she saw the inscription. A little ‘Fuck the rest’ was engraved right there in the back, hiding from the rest of the world, and just for her to see it. It took no time for her to put it on her left wrist. It took her no time to hug herself, placing the watch right against her chest and over her heart. Maggie felt like she was breaking up in pieces and nobody was going to be able to put her together so she had to hold on there. She needed to hold on because the only person who was able to put her back together again and again was hours away on another continent. He was the only one able to do it, no matter how small the pieces were, no matter how long it took to put them together and no matter how many times it happened. Michael never really cared how complicated it was to do it; he just did it.

She wanted to call him. She wanted to tell him how much she missed him. She wanted to ask him to go back, but Maggie didn’t do it. She couldn’t ruin his Christmas morning with his family after two years of not seeing them. She couldn’t ruin the rest of his trip. All she did was lay down on bed and hug the pillow that used to be his, all while she though that what she probably hated the most about that room was how his pillow didn’t smell like him. The smell of his cologne mixed with the lavender spray was long gone and it felt weird. It felt absolutely out of place and it just made Maggie finally tear up.

Maggie stayed there for what it felt like forever, but she knew it wasn’t more than some minutes. It was enough to almost make her fall asleep out of exhaustion and sadness, but what called her attention was the door opening. She didn’t have to turn around to know the person coming in was the one who could help her keep the piece together for some extra time. She knew for the sound of the steps that Jas was the one there, but Maggie didn’t even move to talk. “You should go back there, J. Right now I’m not a really good company” Maggie whispered, hugging the pillow closer to her chest.

When Maggie felt Jas' hand stroke her back, it just made her cry even more. She was ruining everything and making everyone worry when they should have been enjoying the night. But the worst part was how she was making Jas worry when the last thing she needed was to get stressed. Jas was eight months pregnant, due in a month or so and she was dealing with high pressure issues because of the pregnancy, and still trying to make peace with the fact that they couldn’t have their baby in Perth as they wanted, so she didn’t need more preoccupations in her life.

“I will go, but in a minute. Right now I just wanna be with my baby sister. Dan gave you the present, didn’t he?” she asked, and to answer Maggie just moved her left arm backwards to show her sister the golden piece on her arm. “Michael watched ‘The Last Five Years'?” Jas wondered, holding her sister’s arm as she looked at the watch, clearly recognizing what the present meant.

“He did, and on his own” Maggie nodded, as she answered softly. She still couldn’t believe that in the middle of his insanely busy life, Michael spent time watching that movie because of her. He watched one of her favorite musicals just because he could, which meant more to Maggie than he could ever imagine.

“He really gave you time. What a guy. And it's absolutely beautiful. Also, the incredibly good thing is that he ain’t a douchebag like Jaime” Jas joked, but there was no answer from her younger sister. "Mike really wanted to be here today, y’know? He feels awful for not being with you today. Did you call him?” she wondered, but Maggie just shook her head to answer. “I know how hard it can be to talk with the zones and how it doesn’t help at all, but you should call him, Maggie”

Maggie knew she should call him. It was the right thing to do, but Maggie had dozens of reasons why she didn’t want to do it at that moment. She didn’t trust herself at all; she knew the second she heard his voice her whole world was gonna fall apart, and he didn’t need that at all. He didn’t need her crying and begging to please come back to her because it felt like she couldn’t breathe when he wasn’t around. She couldn’t say any of that, so she didn’t want to call that night. What she also didn’t want to do was to admit the reason why she didn’t want to call Michael, so she went with the silliest and easiest excuse. “I don’t wanna bother him”

“Margaret, we’re talking about Michael. Your Michael. There’s no way you could ever bother anyone, but especially not him. He misses you too, ciaróg” Jas affirmed, and she sounded so damn sure that Maggie knew Michael and her sister should have spoken about it no long ago. “When was the last time you talked to him?”

“Earlier. We texted when it was midnight in Perth. But I just didn’t wanna wake him up. It’s Christmas and its early; maybe he’s still asleep” Maggie insisted, cleaning the reminder of tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“You think Michael is asleep? Really? It’s morning in Perth, Maggie. When did you see Michael sleeping in?” Jas asked, stroking her sister’s hair. Maggie could hear the smile on Jas’ face because she was right about Michael not sleeping in. Michael wasn’t that kind of guy, loving his mornings, workouts and breakfast too much to let them go. But just as Maggie could hear the smile that Jas had, she could also hear it disappear after the last question. The ‘When did you see Michael sleeping in?’ had a really simple answer and they both knew it. Michael only slept in when he had a free day, but just when Maggie was around. Sometimes it wasn’t even sleeping in; sometimes it was just staying in bed a little longer because he didn’t have the heart to wake Maggie up because it was too early and she looked too comfortable. Sometimes it was just snuggling up in bed because Maggie didn’t want him to go because she was warm and comfortable. Whatever the reason was, Michael was always giving in because of Maggie. They all knew about it, so Jas knew right away that she had made the absolute wrong question. “Wanna go do something one of these days? Just you and me? On a normal day, I would have told you ‘Let’s go to Paris’ but it's a complicated circumstance” Jas proposed, trying to change the topic, even if just for a minute.

“Besides, Danny would follow us if we left to Paris without him” Maggie stated as she turned around to finally face her sister. And for the look on Jas’ face when her sister looked at her, Maggie looked as bad as she felt.

“Exactly” Jas nodded, knowing that Daniel wouldn’t move away from her side for more than a couple hours, especially when the season was over and they were in the middle of the winter break. It was incredible difficult for them to be apart in normal circumstances; it was worse now that Jas was pregnant and it ended up being a nightmare for both of them when Jas couldn’t travel for the last couple of races, but a couple of hours wouldn’t hurt anyone. “But we can go do something just us. A sisters’ day. It's been a while since we did it the last time. We can do some shopping and get lunch, maybe some facials and all. Girls' day all around. What do you say?”

“Sounds nice. I could use a haircut” Maggie shrugged, looking at her hair that was way longer than how she normally used it.

“We can do that too” Jas smiled sweetly, stroking Maggie’s cheek. “Hey, what I told you about you coming with us next year, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I would love to but I don’t want you to feel pressured to say yes or answer right away, y’know?”

The big proposal in question was Jas asking Maggie to travel with them all year to help them out with Olivia. With the crazy schedule, the constant travel and everything that came with Daniel’s work, they knew they were going to need help. During the weekends and when Maggie wasn’t around, Jas was a big part of the time alone and it was fine with her. She always used that time to work and she stayed in the garage during practices, qualis and races, but now things were going to be different. Daniel didn’t want Jas to be alone, especially not with their newborn baby and there was no one better to keep her company than Maggie. They knew perfectly fine Maggie was gonna have to be absent from work, but they offered to pay Maggie even if she rejected every single time. If she accepted, she wasn’t going to do it for the money, it was for love to her family. The only problem was the terrible timing and the whole situation with Michael, so that’s why Maggie was still considering it.

“I’ll think about it and I’ll tell you something. I promise I’ll figure it out in time” Maggie smiled sadly, reaching to grab her sister’s hand. “I’ll figure it out”

“It's gonna be alright, ciaróg. You’ll see. Everything will turn out just fine. You deserve nothing but happiness, so that’s exactly what you’ll get,” Jas promised, kissing Maggie's knuckles as she squeezed her hand.

And Maggie didn’t say a thing because there was nothing she wanted more than to believe in what Jas said, but she knew things weren’t going to be fine, not for a long while.

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11/22-23/2023

wednesday - thursday

friendsgiving was great, a really lovely time.

lots of stupid jokes, my friends made tacos and mac and cheese, which were really great, my cookies were very popular, everyone loved that they were gooey. i feel good about that. a friend reheated them in the microwave, he seemed to be intensely satisfied. i feel a little disgusting, i guess, i feel like i overate but i don't think i ate that much, in actuality. i felt really ill this morning, somehow. anyway it's 4 am, now, 4:30 actually, so llike, i need to hurry up.

but i have a couple thoughts. one group is about this crazy thing that happened with my gf's brother tonight, she video called him on insta, and had him talk to one of our friends, one of the people she knows from school, about movies, they're both guys who like joker, taxi driver, tarantino, you know, hoping they could bond on that and that their different approaches to these movies/ways of understanding would give them some kind of friendly conversation and something to bond over. ultimately, she would like her brother to be less lonely, i think. instead of doing the normal thing, which means taking our friend's word that he likes joker, that he thinks the ending of once upon a time in hollywood is something crazy and that it works really well, despite what it seems like it would be (can't comment but i haven't seen the movie (i am not too curious either i suppose (is that shitty of me to bring up here, like i am washing my hands of investment? (ultimately i am not invested in that film, or tarantino, but i am invested in my friend, and i like that he likes it, or i am glad he sees something in it, and what he sees in it is interesting enough, to me))), instead taking these statements as like, him finding ways to fuck with him, the brother so defensive assumed everything was fake, and that everything was some scripted thing where we fuck around with him. he got majorly pissed and like, blew up at our friend, saying things like how he and his gf must be awful people, because people who are friends with us are only ironic and bond over shitting on things exclusively. hating on things is only sometimes a bonding activity. there's a lot of stupid, awful stuff, a lot of stupid awful people, open discussion about these things should be something people bond over, joined not in hate or spite but in a kind of knowledge, not in like, oh this person totally sucks, but like, oh yeah that's obviously stupid, and then being able to move past it, or laugh at it. mostly just laughing at it, those things as they come up over and over. either way, the conversation was totally bizarre and ended shortly after. he then continued to dm my gf, after the call ended, about how i have no balls (i don't know why it turned to me in that way).

anyway, there is something insane about something he said, in particular, that he is actually the most sincere person ever, and that everyone we know (especially me, i think) is an insincere snob/hipster. something about that defensiveness, and the way he really just goes there and says that, it makes it feel like he really is not sincere. i dunno, people who always go after sincerity as their thing, that they are sincere, real, and it's everyone else who is giving you bullshit, who is being cruel, are usually people who have the most to lose when people realize what actual bullshitting looks like. her brother will sit and talk about how he's so old, while being a year younger than me, that we are such bad people, people who haven't lived at all, things of that nature, constantly creating reasons for him to be an expert, someone worthy of respect, and direct access to truth. people who feel that need are likely the biggest charlatans you will meet, i think. it's common among men, it seems like. people who deign to condescend to you and tell you what real partying is, when you're going to raves, because that's "young person stuff".

anyway, he is not a sincere or even kind person really. he tries, though, i can respect the trying, sometimes he even is. i can't hate him totally, i feel massively bad for him usually, he doesn't seem happy, the structure he tries to imagine, that he knows more, that he has the most to say and offer about "life" (so strange that is, people who seem to want to know a lot about life and spit lessons out at you in rapid succession, the endless greeting card platitudes, about what means anything, and how to be meaningful) is just there so he can not feel totally worthless i suppose. i feel bad. he has been actually nice to me. i essentially don't like that he thinks i am some kind of demon, i guess, but a lot of people who feel like they are extremely good people seem to have that kind of reaction to me. something about people who see themselves as super-moral, or having access to that morality, and to good, and even to actual intellect (as i suppose i always have to be stupid, evil, led by satanic forces, it seems) in these constructions, her mother, now her brother, seeing me as some kind of idiot demon that disagrees with them because of intellectual, emotional, and moral, failings.

the second thought of the night was a random one, about "infinity" (i promise, i think, i hope this is a good promise, i am making, that this is not some shit like, where someone smokes weed and asks about what colors you see for real or whatever). i was really just thinking about how capital doesn't actually skew towards infinity, that it needs to be profoundly finite, that growth of numbers is valuable because it can read as displacement of things, a trickling of values and objects through a matrix, dispersing say some value, like gold, into many times what it should be, inflationary processes not skewing us towards having an actually truly infinitely wealthy person, but instead, eyes more set on indexes of resources, cornering markets, caps on the possible and the strangling of activity. i am only thinking about this, because i have this friend who is so into capital as infinite growth, i guess, and it gets on my nerves. it's not the actual mechanism of capital it feels like. it's an irrational turn away from the infinite, the limitless, it's a limiting factor, it says, here is all the wealth in the world, share it, as it inflates, the wealth's dispersion only skews back into the objects we weigh it against, or something, i don't know enough to say for certain. what i am trying to get at i guess, there is no infinity of gold bars, or gold nuggets even, it's fantastical at the jump, it cannot be reached, and it's not a really exploratory or exciting desire to want to get there, to that impossible amount, it is instead the goal of capital to keep itself close to its chest, to always trade upwards, not towards infinity, but downwards of it, scoops up more into its arms, away from everywhere else. infinite wealth would mean impossible to trace, or to manage, capital is irrational management, not that the "i want it all for myself" thing is irrational, in this situation we find ourselves in (greed breeding greed), but from the jump it doesn't feel like the way to be, i suppose. there's elements of cruelty, it's unnecessary at a certain point at least. anyway i feel i am missing my original point, which is that the climb to higher values is constantly about less elsewhere, it never balloons into the catastrophic realm of the impossible, where things might begin to actually happen (people think of infinite money stuff as actually possible even, not that my friend is one of them, she is far more connected to reality that lunatic crypto people are who want the world's economy to crash to reveal that money is so fake that everyone can have all of it all the time and that people will decide to work in starbucks because they love it so much), but the fact that it's real, it seems good to have some kind of thinking put towards this issue, and to probe at what constitutes the infinite or the limitless (or as near limitless as possible).

the only answer, from a person like me i guess, is that it would not be a humanist notion like "freed humanity" but the removal of these restrictions, the restrictions being these values/valuations, i guess, and these exact methods of accrual, a simple example i remember, someone scalping tickets, vs. simply buying them to attend the concert, the scalper has capital now, and is acting with intent to accrue, increase, move higher, by upcharging something sold out, someone going to a concert, is simply going to have sunk their money, seeks no return in terms of money, they have lost, basically, in terms of capital, while scalpers might make many times what they spent. this accrual does not go anywhere but tighter arms to the chest, it seems, no great burnoff of money. this is why vegas is so evil, broadly, because it's not where money is truly burnt off, it's where, with no transformation, everyone is in business to flip coins into some astronomical amount, everything becomes capital, if you see it right here, so instead of really being about losing, wasting, as an ex-friend put it "so bataillean," (i forget the exact words, she likened it to potlach, something about sacrificing money) it is really a way of laundering everyone into the class that exploits, chance now exploited, labor still abused (the dealers, hotel staff), and so on. it is a sanitary process, rather than exposing money as worthless and a plaything, it becomes a desperate process where you are turning tokens of value towards greater numbers, simply because they could be, a businessman without business, the accrual exposed as what it always was, the lonely and fearful march to absorb as much as possible, passively, with as little investment as possible, to live life without any burs, between you and your environment, to be a totally alien object passing through.

a miserable fate, a miserable world.

also, i know i am not the most clear, it's 5 am-ish and like, i need to read more, these are thoughts passing through my head about where we are at, and what my friend says and that it strikes me as so wrong, almost painfully shortsighted of what is a more complicated and heart-rending process/series of event.

anyway. i am tired. i still need to wash my face and stuff so like,

byebye!!!!!!!!

[haylanmakesstuff]

Day 14

After the long day and long hike yesterday, I needed to take it relatively easy today. Having to move campsites today, we slept in, ate a lazy breakfast, and discussed our nice but slightly belittling neighbors. You see, their dog was being annoying and, off leash of course, barked and growled at me out on the forest road well away from camp when I went for a walk one night. To apologize they brought him over on his leash (his name was Griffin, and he was a golden retriever for all you dog people out there) to say hi and apologize. Seeing that we were about to burn away our slightly burnt logs (since we were switching sites soon) they assumed that two women camping alone surely could not make a campfire and they needed to help us. Well, it’s awkward, but what are you going to say? No, go away? They decided to bring over wood, fire starter, and proceeded to build a log cabin fire even though we told them we didn’t want to stay up late enough that night to have a campfire in the first place.

Now, all things aside, they were very nice, as generally, my time living in Wyoming showed me that people are incredibly friendly, much like living in Hawaii was. But this was awkward as all get out. The two of us are literally outdoor educators, with a combined experience of about 20 years. This morning, Day 14, I noticed they had left another fresh log cabin and fire starter in the pit. It’s nice, but it has a belittling twinge to it that makes me cringe. Anybody want a peanut?

Switching sites, we moved to a more popular, higher elevation, site with a denser forest surrounding it. We were put next to the out of state camp host who immediately decided I must need help backing up my tiny camper. Afterwards, he proceeded to make comments about how I must have wrecked it backing in somewhere because of the damage on the side (remember that wind in Lubbock?), said his very small, made of twigs teenage son could carry our firewood for us. He made several more “girls camping” comments over the next few days, but I have to say, I am feeling pretty touchy about men trying to help me right about now. From comments like “your husband lets you travel/hike alone?” to “they let ladies be rangers now?”, I am just so tired of it.  If you are reading this, I ask you leave with a few pointers: when a female is traveling alone, don’t treat her differently. Don’t stare at her. Don’t come up creepily asking if she’s traveling alone (or heck, if it’s “just the two of them” if it’s two women) or where she lives/where she’s staying. This will send her hackles up and make her uncomfortable, even if you mean well. It’s ok to be curious, but don’t enter someone’s personal space like a campsite. Don’t assume she needs you to do anything for her unless she’s injured or asks for it. Before you say or do anything in particular, ask yourself, would you ask or do this to a male hiker or camper? If the answer is no, walk away. Women are in the outdoors both recreationally and professionally more than ever. They deserve to feel comfortable and safe here just as any minority does. The outdoors and public lands belong to everyone, and we need to treat it that way. These spaces are statistically safer than walking down the street in her own city. She is less likely to be injured, harassed, assaulted, etc. in these outdoor spaces, and actually safer than a solo male adventurer. Please don’t add to the sentiment that she isn’t capable and safe.

Are you a solo traveler, female, gay, black, etc. and know what I’m talking about, but wanting to spend more time in the outdoors or feel comfortable going on road trips alone? Here are a few things I’ve learned that I stand by over my many years of traveling alone. Bear spray is great to hike with since hiking alone is always more dangerous – it works on bears, sure, but also moose (way more dangerous than bear) and even people (yeah, I went there). Need safe spots on the road to stop and have a meal? Try rest stops, libraries, and graveyards. People don’t tend to talk to you at these locations, especially graveyards (which are especially great if you’re pulling a camper). It’s silly and I wish it wasn’t a thing, but also put in earbuds, it will help deter people from starting conversations with you (if you don’t want that, of course). I tend to wear mine without music or anything – I need to be able to hear what’s around me and never listen to stuff in public. I could probably write many more paragraphs about this, but I digress into something far cuter.

We did the walk to the Medicine Wheel National Historical Landmark, which I was lucky enough to spend some time working in 2017 and 2018. It was just as I recalled it, in every spectacular way. It’s an ancient Native American sacred site that’s still used today by over 90 different tribes. It’s a stone formation that resembles a wagon wheel on top of Medicine Mountain. It’s in an alpine setting, on a precipice with expansive views on either side. Ashton had said, “I will die happy if I can see a pika”. I had seen them while working up here, but it seemed hot today and I didn’t think we’d see any because of that. Then what do you know, I look down only a few hundred yards into the walk, and just a few feet away there is a little adorable pika.

American Pika are a small member of the hare family, like rabbits. They only live in high elevation alpine areas and can’t survive in temperatures over 80 degrees Fahrenheit. For this reason, they are struggling with climate change and warming temperatures around the globe, being pushed further and further up until they run out of mountain top to travel upwards on. They are an indicator species, and clearly indicated at the Medicine Wheel today that this is prime real estate. I saw more pika today that I have seen in my entire life combined.

We even saw a little baby, splooting on a rock. Can I stress to you how cute it is to see the little feet of a pika stretching out behind it like a tiny Corgi? Then he started yelling, making the classic pika call that sounds like a dog’s squeaky toy. He also made some noises I have never heard before. It was all very exciting, and overall, we sat there for about an hour and a half, had about 30 pika sightings, which altogether is probably only 15 individual pikas, but since they are darting in and out of the rocks, it’s hard to tell. Most were carrying bundles of grass and flowers in their mouth to dry and make hay from, in order to eat over the long winter while they stay underground since pika do not hibernate. We were even lucky enough to spot the hay stash of one that had set up near the trail. What an amazing day!

There you go Ashton, you can die happy, but please wait about 100 years before you do.

Haylan

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[buckle up; this one is a long one (1.6k words)]

things weren’t supposed to turn out this way.

she was supposed to show up, apologize “sincerely,” and the boys, her boys, were supposed to welcome her with open arms and swiftly discard of you.

instead, she was sitting in the back of a cramped police car with two pigs, one of which had a horrible b.o. problem and an affinity for sauerkraut.

it was so frustrating.

and, of course, it was all your fault.

you’d been blocking her from true happiness ever since the beginning when you’d first met in middle school. it was crazy because you’d actually seemed nice; kind, understanding, and you didn’t judge her for what her father did to her mother or for how she acted out because of that.

sure, you were a little weird and sometimes you could be downright rude to other kids in your class but you cared for her in a way that no one else had before.

(un)fortunately, you didn’t come alone — you were a packaged deal. your childhood friend, daishou, came into her life right along with you. she didn’t mind at first; daishou was fun when he wanted to be but he was mostly full of snarky comments and sarcastic quips.

the three of you spent all your time with each other; from playing at the playground to helping her begin her makeup youtube channel in 8th grade.

you all got along pretty well up until you got to highschool. once there, you threw yourself into your studies, sort of retracting yourself from her and daishou.

how selfish.

she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by you—you knew how bad she was at making friends and you didn’t even care, leaving her all alone to fend for herself.

well, not all by herself.

daishou was a constant. no matter where she was, or how alone she was feeling, he was there to provide entertainment at the most, and his presence at the least.

it wasn’t always the healthiest, most functional friendship, she could admit that. there were weeks that daishou would choose to ignore her for no apparent rhyme or reason, citing his explanation as he just didn’t feel like it.

obviously it sucked but he was her only friend, ever since you so cruelly abandoned them. i mean, you still ate lunch with them every day and invited them over to study and hang out, but it was not the same.

with you so absent, she grew closer and closer to daishou to the point she was spending almost every waking moment with him. and, as the story so goes, she fell for him, head over heels.

she knew it was a bad idea, if their friendship was anything to go off of but she didn’t care. she was desperate for love and physical affection and he seemed willing to at least give her the latter.

after she decided to confess, nerves all the way in her throat and a box of chocolates behind her back, daishou took her virginity in the back of his ford fusion, hard, fast and nothing like she’d imagined.

the next day, she’d cornered you in the library (where you always seemed to be) to tell you the good news. your face was unusually blank as she detailed the best night of her life to you, your response being less than stellar when she was done. “please be careful,” you had said.

what did that even mean? you clearly wanted to keep daishou safe from her which was ridiculous because weren’t you supposed to be her friend too? she’d stormed out of the library after that, determined to demand a kiss from daishou to make her feel better.

that day was one of the last that she’d see you for a while. you got caught up with clubs and schoolwork (and apparently therapy for god knows what) while she got caught up with daishou.

things with him weren’t... great. they never really were but things were getting even worse. his random bouts of silence got longer and though it was only freshman year and they’d been dating for less than 5 months, he’d meet with her after school with a hickey plastered on his collarbone that she knew she didn’t put there (she sucked even harder over the spot to claim it as her own).

as she said, things weren’t great but they weren’t horrible either. they remained that way all the way up until sophomore year.

you and her had drifted even further, hardly speaking to one another unless it was for a project or to vaguely greet one another in the halls. it was okay though. you had all your other friends and she... well she had daishou.

speaking of, her “boyfriend” had been more distant than usual. she wasn’t an idiot and she knew he’d been seeing other girls on the side, but she believed she would be the one he’d end up with, the one he’d marry.

how foolish she had been.

it was prom night and she felt beautiful. her beauty channel had finally begun picking up traction (she’d just hit 13k subscribers the night before!!) so she filmed a prom night makeup tutorial, making sure that every square inch of her face was perfect. donning a silky blue floor length dress, she felt like a princess and she certainly looked the part.

she showed up to daishou’s house about 30 minutes before the event, ringing his doorbell with an elated grin painted all over her face. he had mentioned in passing that his parents and older sister would be out for the weekend, leaving the house for themselves. that meant sex and sex meant being wanted.

after the third ring of the bell, she started to get nervous. maybe he wasn’t ready yet? maybe he needed help with his tie? just when she was about to wring the bell again, the door swung open to reveal daishou... not in his suit.

“oh, it’s you,” he’d grumbled. “‘m not goin’ to prom.” she felt her breath catch in her throat. she’d protested and begged for an explanation but he wouldn’t give one to her. eventually, she’d followed him into his house, furious because how could he do this to her? on her night?

it didn’t take very long for him to get fed up, his snake-like eyes honing in on her, filled with venom. “‘m not goin’ because i don’t like you anymore. you still look pretty though.”

just like that, with just a few words, he’d shattered her heart. she was frozen in place, completely disconnected from daishou, her love, as he not-so-gently pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face.

she felt tears stream down her cheeks and before she knew it, her legs were carrying her to a place she hadn’t been in months.

banging frantically on the door, she cried out, begging for someone, anyone to hear her. the door opened quickly and there you stood. you’d clearly been studying but as you took in her frazzled appearance, it seemed as though your heart broke.

you ushered her inside, sat her own the couch, and began to make her a cup of tea, your parents having been out for the night as well. once the kettle went off, you quickly prepped her drink and gave it to her, the words flowing out of her like liquid once she had taken a sip.

she didn’t know why she was even there but despite the animosity between the two of you, you seemed like you truly... cared. (neither of you mentioned the tears that stained your favorite t shirt or the quiet apologies you muttered into her hair).

that night quickly went and passed and by the next day, she was feeling rejuvenated and more like herself. however, that feeling quickly dissipated when she caught you in the hallway between classes speaking with daishou behind the stairwell in hushed tones.

within the span of a few hours, her heart had been broken twice and she was sure she’d never felt such heartache before.

she turned on her heel and darted away, avoiding your every attempt to talk to her for weeks and weeks until you just... stopped trying. after you’d cut off conversation, yet again, the sadness quickly festered and morphed into anger.

that anger only grew when she watched you graduate at the top of your class in your senior year, your smile blinding as you accepted your diploma. it only grew when she saw that you had made it into the university of your choice on your instagram story, her own rejection letter torn up in the bottom of her wastebin. it only grew when she saw you’d made your own youtube channel, her own going untouched and neglected (her last video had been a half-assed “get ready with me” that had more dislikes than likes due to her horrible makeup and even worse attitude).

soon enough, the rage had intensified until it had taken over her whole being. she was just so angry at all that you’d done to her, all the ways you’d ruined her life that she couldn’t keep herself from plotting your demise.

when she got the email from the hyper house management team that invited her into the house and offered the option that she could pick someone she wanted to move in as well, her anger turned into excitement.

this was her chance. this was her moment to turn your life into a living hell, to make it at least a fraction of what she went through by your hands.

she was going to make you pay and god, was it going to feel great.

the metal of the handcuffs chafed her wrists as she adjusted herself against the cool leather of the cruiser, the discomfort removing her from her reverie.

yeah, right. it seemed as though she was the only one “paying” right about now.

she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.

things definitely weren’t meant to turn out like this. not at all.

℗ poker face

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[beels-burger-babe]

Try it, I Dare You

*** Greetings! So this little fic is part of Familial Attachments which I wrote ages ago. I randomly got inspired by Big Bro! Lucifer and decided to branch off of it. Quick reminder that this MC is not a Teen! MC and therefore not underage. Thanks, everyone for the love and support! This fic is a long one. -B ***

Summary: As Lucifer forms a more familial bond with MC, the other brothers find themselves falling for the human romantically. Lucifer notes the changes in his brother's intentions and is not pleased.

Gaining you as an honorary little sibling was one of the best things to ever happen to Lucifer.

It gave him someone he could open up to, someone to fawn over, someone he could be soft with.

This change in dynamic between you and Lucifer had caused a number of things to change in the House of Lamentation in general.

You and Lucifer had become practically attached to the hip. Where you went, it seemed he wasn't far behind. The other brothers had joked that he had degraded himself to be your guard dog (a comment that had them all scrubbing the entirety of the hall's floors with their own toothbrushes), and in all honesty, he sort of had. Lucifer spent more time outside of his office, and would instead do his work in the lounge, where he could personally keep an eye on you.

It was this extra time around you that had caused Lucifer to begin to notice things.

It began, as most problems within the house do, with Mammon.

You had been talking with Mammon on the couch as Lucifer quietly did paperwork in the background.

He hadn't been listening in on the conversation (as frankly, it was none of his concern and you did deserve your own privacy), but your bright laugh had momentarily caught his attention.

When he glanced over, he saw you double over, nearly in tears from something Mammon had apparently said. It was nice.

What wasn't so nice, was the openly soft, adoring look that he was giving you under the knowledge that you weren't looking. His cheeks were dusted visibly flushed as his eyes glistened with affection.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed as the expression quickly disappeared once you turned to face Mammon once more and continue your conversation.

Paying closer attention now, he noted how Mammon's hand was draped over the back of the couch, his fingertips ghosting over the tops of your shoulders. A fond smirk remained glued on his face as he watched you talk passionately, and didn't even make an attempt to interrupt you as he would with most people.

Most damning, however, was the fact that the blush never quite left his face.

Lucifer pressed his lips into a thin line.

Mammon quite clearly had romantic interests in you, and that just wouldn't do.

It wasn't that Lucifer didn't trust you to know what's best for yourself. No. He knew that you were exceedingly clever and did, in fact, trust you to make your own choices. It was precisely why he hadn't done anything about Asmodeus's hollow flirtations, or Satan's teasing, or Belphegor's sleepovers. He knew that if you were truly bothered by it, you were more than capable of getting them to leave you alone.

He didn't, however, trust his brothers with you.

With the new pathway of thinking that Mammon's actions had opened that day, Lucifer had noticed that Mammon was not alone in his not-so-innocent intentions with you.

In fact, it appeared that you had captured the hearts of each of his brothers.

It was all too obvious to him now.

Satan's hands lingering on yours as he passed you books. Asmodeus's comments being less shallow and materialistic and more personal and sentimental. Levi's awe-filled eyes, being fixed on you rather than the games the two of you played. Belphegor, cracking open an eye to peer up at you when you weren't looking as he "slept" on your lap. Beel's fidgeting and blush as he asked you to help him work out. Mammon practically melting whenever you ruffled his hair; even as he protested and swatted at your hands.

Lucifer cursed his past self for being so oblivious.

Perhaps the worst part of all of this is that you, the innocent pure soul that you were, were completely oblivious to all of their advances. You would simply giggle or brush it off entirely as just one of the many weird things that his brothers did.

It was unacceptable.

Lucifer, although he seldom admitted it, loved his brothers. He truly did. But he also knew how reckless, moronic, and just overall dangerous they could all be. You deserved better than that. It was for this reason that Lucifer had made it his personal mission to put an end to these revolting advances.

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Asmodeus smiled as he practically skipped over to where you were reading in the living room, "Hey MC," he draped his arms over your shoulder from behind and nestled his chin on top of your head. "What are you doing today?"

You chuckled and moved your head to gaze up at the bubbly demon. "Good morning, Asmo. I'm not doing much. Just relaxing, I guess. Why?"

Asmo could feel his smile widen at the information. He had been trying to get you all to himself all week, but there was always someone else around or something else that you had to do. Now was his chance!

He hummed as he snaked around the chair to face you. "Then that means you're free to spend the day shopping with your truly!" He shot off a cheeky wink to end it all off.

Asmo felt his heart flutter as your eyes glittered in excitement at his words. "I'd love to Asmo! Just let me gather a few things and we'll-"

"Ah! MC. Are you heading out for the day?"

All the light and warmth that Asmodeus had been feeling instantly plummeted as Lucifer entered the room. His brother was obviously trying to play it off as though he hadn't orchestrated this, not even looking at the two of them as he thumbed through a few papers in his hands, but Asmodeus knew better.

You, however, were none the wiser.

You practically lit up as Lucifer walked into the room. "Yeah! Asmodeus invited me to go shopping with him. We're probably going to be gone for the better part of the day," Asmodeus's bad mood caused by his brother's presence softened as you looked back at him.

Asmo plastered on a smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulder while glared sharply at Lucifer. He hoped that maybe this time he'd actually take the hint and leave everything alone. "Was there something you needed, big brother? Or are you just here to grace us with your presence?"

Asmodeus regretted his words, as the moment he saw them, Lucifer smiled sharply, like a cat who'd just captured its prey. "Well, since you asked, Asmodeus, I was hoping the two of you could pick up a few things for me," Lucifer began to list off rare item after rare item. Asmo could nothing but watch as the dread in his stomach grew heavier and heavier.

You chuckled nervously as Lucifer reached what had to be the twentieth item. "That's quite a bit, Lucifer. I don't think I'd be able to remember it all, and even if I did, I don't know where to begin looking for half of the things you listed," your face scrunched up adorably in thought before you snapped and looked up at the two demons. "I know! Why doesn't Lucifer come with us! That way he'll be able to get his things, and we all can spend time together. Sounds nice, right?"

And there it was.

Asmodeus did everything he could to keep the disappointment off his face, as Lucifer patted your shoulder. "That sounds like an excellent idea, MC," Asmo bit back a growl as Lucifer pulled you out of his arms and lead you towards your room. He glanced back at Asmo with a smug, prideful, look on his face. "We'll go get ready. Thank you for arranging this day out, Asmodeus."

Asmodeus could do nothing but pout as Lucifer walked away with you.

-

Satan had never felt so... tender-hearted before.

He watched you affectionately as you rambled on about your day while effortlessly helping him make supper.

There was something so wholesome and domestic about the entire situation that reminded him of the few romance novels he had read. Initially, when he read those books, he thought the poetic descriptions of the person's heart skipping and the tingling warmth filling their body was a gross exaggeration, but now he knew, and he never wanted that feeling to go away.

He moved by your side and stirred one of the pots on the stove while you diced tomatoes. As he listened to you speak about an enchantment you were trying to get the hang of with Solomon, he suddenly remembered one of the more cliche moments from the books he read.

Glancing at the sauce, Satan carefully scooped up a little bit into a spoon and gently blew on it to cool it down. He turned to you and held the spoon out towards you. "I'm not sure if I got the spices balanced outright. Would you mind-"

Before he could speak any more, a head. that most certainly did not belong to you, swooped down and ate the sauce off the spoon. You and Satan blinked as Lucifer, who had somehow appeared behind you, pulled away from the spoon with a thoughtful expression. "The sauce is good. I'd say it's probably done now," Lucifer stated calmly as his thumb wiped at the corners of his mouth. Satan's grip tightened on the spoon's handle as he snarled at his brother.

You looked awkwardly between the two as Lucifer draped his arm onto your shoulder. "Lucifer? What are you doing here?"

Lucifer's expression softened as he looked down at you, "I just wanted to check in on you," Satan's eye twitched at the excuse. Lucifer tilted his head before he continued. "Also, I saw Mammon sneaking into your room, muttering something about your jewellery box and wanted to give you a heads up."

Your eyes widened as your head snapped in the direction of your room. "What?! Why didn't you start with that?!" Lucifer's smile widened as you made your way towards the kitchen exit. You glanced back at Satan with sympathetic eyes, "Sorry, Satan. I'll promise I'll help you make dinner next time!" Before Satan even had the chance to respond, you had taken off down the hall, yelling his older brother's name.

With you gone, Satan turned to Lucifer with full, unrestrained fury. "What the fuck was that for?" he spat as he stepped into Lucifer's space.

The elder brother merely rolled his eyes and stepped around Satan as though he was nothing more than a hissing kitten. "I could be asking you the same thing. You were getting awfully close there."

Satan's face grew red, though it was hard to distinguish whether the colour was from anger or embarrassment. "That's none of your business!"

Apparently, Lucifer didn't deem a response necessary, as he simply dismissed his brother with a cocky wave of his hand and strutted out of the room in the same direction that you had left.

-

Beelzebub was taking a chance and stepping outside of his comfort zone.

Ever since discovering a small, weak flower in the shadows of the Hall of Lamentation and nursing it back to health, Beel had taken up gardening as a hobby.

None of his brothers knew about it, to his knowledge, and that was okay. If anything, the soft-spoken demon preferred it that way.

But when he noticed that it was particularly nice outside and that you were roaming around with little to do, he decided to let you in on his little secret.

Beel stole a glimpse over his shoulder at you. You were hunched over, humming to yourself as you worked away, your hands knuckle deep in the rich soil with smudges of dirt smeared across your forehead. The gentle dim light of the Devildom sky bounced off your skin and blanketed you in its glow, only adding the beauty you projected.

The sight alone stole his breath and momentarily made him forget about his hunger.

He opened his mouth to speak to you, but was cut off by the sound of heavy footfalls thundering towards you and a loud dangerous growl.

Beel's eyes widened as he notice Cerberus turn the corner, heading straight towards the two of you in a dead sprint.

Without thinking, Beel quickly tackled you to the side, just as the three-headed hell hound rushed past you, demolishing the garden in his wake.

You did a double-take between Beel, Cerberus and the garden as you scrambled to your feet. "Cerberus? How in Diavolo's name did he get loose?" you anxiously ran a hand through your hair began to head in the direction he took off in. "Lucifer taught me a few tricks for catching him. I'm going to go get him! I'm so so sorry about all of this Beel! I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

Without another word you took off after the beast, shouting it's name.

Beel frowned and looked at what remained of his garden. He felt his heart sink a little at seeing all of his hard work destroyed. With a heavy sigh, he slowly made his way towards Cerberus's den to see just how bad the damage was.

Only, when he arrived, the pen's door didn't even have a scratch on it; almost as though someone had let the dog out.

-

Leviathan paced around his room as he muttering to himself as tightly clenched to tickets.

"Alright, Levi. It's not a big deal," he whispered reassuringly. "You just have to go out there, hand them the tickets, and ask them to come with. You already checked their calendar when you were in their room last time, and there are no mentions of any upcoming events on their Devilgram, so they won't be busy. O-Of course, they could always reject you for being a stupid shut-in and a gross o-otaku, b-b-but they're your Henry! Right? They have to agree! Okay!" Levi took a deep breath of courage and quickly flung open his door.

He charged to the living room where he knew you would be lounging with Lucifer.

Upon seeing him, your expression lit up and you graced Leviathan with one of your dazzling smiles. The otaku swore that he could hear his heart go "doki-doki". He stumbled to a stop as his face blushed, and quickly hid the tickets behind his back. "H-Hi MC."

"Hey, Levi-chan!" Oh Diavolo, he loved it when you called him that. "What's up? You look like a man on a mission."

Levi briefly noted Lucifer side-eyeing the two of you as he began to stutter out an answer. "W-Well you see, uh... I-I just um...There's this th-thing that..." He let out a small noise of frustration at his own incompetence.

But you never laughed, or sighed, or groaned, like any of his brothers would have. No. You merely sat there and waited patiently for him to find his words with a gentle smile on your face.

Another deep breath and Levi composed himself. "Did you want to go to an idol concert with me this weekend?" Levi couldn't even bring himself to look you in the eyes as he asked the question. "O-Obviously you don't have to, b-b-but you seemed to like their music when I played it the other day, a-a-and you aren't busy so I thought-"

"Actually," Levi's mouth snapped shut as Lucifer spoke up, "MC and I have plans with Diavolo this weekend."

Levi's head whipped over to look at you and noted the slightly confused expression on your face. "I thought that was next weekend?"

Amber eyes narrowed at the words, as Levi slowly turned to glare at Lucifer. It was all to clear to the Otaku what was happening here.

Lucifer shrugged, not even phased by the venomous stare of his brother, and pulled out his D.D.D. "Barbatos messaged me saying that Diavolo had an important meeting pop up next week and asked if we could move our little get-together to this weekend instead."

You huffed and crossed your arms. "I know he's the prince and can't help it, but making last-minute changes like that is just rude."

Lucifer chuckled at your annoyance and ruffled your hair. "I know, but it's nothing either of us can help. I'll just confirm that we're good with the change and-"

"No." Lucifer and Levi both looked at you in shock. Levi dared to let his heart flutter with hope at the determined look on your face. "I can make plans with Diavolo any time. This concert is a once-in-a-lifetime experience and it clearly means a lot to Levi. Tell him that I'll have to take a rain check. I'm going to be spending the weekend with Levi-chan."

Levi instantly let out a cheer of victory as he stepped forward spun you in the air. "Thank you, MC!!! Oh we're going to have so much fun! I swear you won't regret this!"

You giggled as you were set back down onto your feet. "Thank you for inviting me! This is going to be amazing!"

You and Levi began rambling about all the things you wanted to do at the concert and what you'd need to prepare in advance for the ultimate experience.

Levi couldn't believe it! He was going to spend an entire weekend getting to show you the things that he loved! It'd be just the two of you and it'd be perfect.

"I have an idea," Levi felt himself tense as Lucifer spoke up once more. "Why don't we all go together? That way you can spend time with Diavolo, while also getting to attend the concert?"

Levi's heart sunk as you squealed at the idea, jumping excitedly around a smiling Lucifer.

So much for his perfect, romantic, weekend.

-

Mammon took a deep breath as he stared at your bedroom door.

This was it. He was finally going to tell you how he felt.

He had it all planned out. He was going to go in there, and gift you the necklace he had noticed you looking at the last time the two of you went downtown. Then, he'd explain how through the past months of living with you and being your protector, that he found himself becoming enraptured by every single little thing that you do. He'd explain how he knows that he's clingy and greedy when it comes to spending time with you, but that's because there's nothing he treasures more than being by your side. And then, he'd say that he loves you, and hope that you say the same in return.

Fucking romantic right? Mammon had this in the bag.

He confidently lifted his chin as he knocked on your door before walking in. "Hey MC! I know it's late, but do ya gotta-" he trailed off at the sight before him.

Both you and Lucifer were in fluffy, white robes on your bed. Lucifer had a headband in his hair, brushing his bangs away from his clay mask-covered face. You were beside him, also sporting a mask, your tongue peeking out of the corner of your mouth as you carefully painted his nails.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at his brother, obviously annoyed at being disturbed, while you smiled over at Mammon. "Hey, Mams! Just a sec," you smoothly finished applying a coat of red polish to Lucifer's pinky finger before recapping the bottle and turning to the white-haired demon. "What's up?"

Mammon felt his face heat up, as he quickly hid the small box in his hands behind his back. "I- Uh- Nothin'! Just wanted to talk with ya. Can ya come with me for a few minutes?"

Lucifer sighed as he examined his freshly painted nails. "Might I remind you that you're the one disturbing us, Mammon? If you've got something to say," Mammon gulped as knowing, irked, obsidian eyes bore into his, "spit it out."

You smacked Lucifer's arm. "Hey! Be nice," you offered Mammon a sympathetic smile as you turned back to him. "Sorry, Mammon. You were saying?"

Mammon swallowed down the lump in his throat as humiliation flooded his veins. He awkwardly looked away and waved off your concern. "Nah. It was nothin' important," he subtly slid the necklace box into his back pocket, "I-I'll talk with ya tomorrow or somethin'. It's nothin' ya need to worry about."

You blinked owlishly at Mammon. He could practically see the gears churning inside your head; you obviously thought something was wrong. "Are you sure? If it matters to you, Mammon, that means it's important. I can spare a few minutes if it's really bothering you."

You began to stand up, but as you did, Lucifer caught your wrist."MC, he already said you didn't need to worry about it. If it was that important, he would've just told us. I'm sure everything is fine," Mammon tensed as Lucifer shifted his cold gaze onto him, "right?"

Mammon quickly nodded as he stumbled back towards the door. "Yeah! Yes! Everything is perfectly fine! I-I'll just get goin' and leave to continue whatever this is. Bye!" He scurried out of the room, slamming the door behind him, before slumping against it.

He could faintly hear the sounds of you scolding Lucifer, and felt himself slump in defeat.

He'd just have to try again another day.

-

Belphegor fluffed the blankets and pillows that he had set up in the backyard.

It was perfect. He had actually put in work to make sure it was.

A sea of blankets would protect the two of you from the chilly, Devildom, night air, while his finest pillows would make sure you were comfortable. He had brought out a thermos filled with tea and some snacks to make the evening extra cozy.

It was everything the two of you would need to take in the meteor shower tonight.

A click sounded behind him. Belphie perked and quickly turned to greet with you a smile.

Only, instead of you, a rather smug-looking Lucifer stood in the doorway.

Belphie growled and went back to arranging pillows. "What do you want?"

Lucifer shrugged and began to set up a telescope. Belphie gritted his teeth at the sight of it. "I'm just here to take in the meteor shower like you are. That's all. It is quite a beautiful sight after all, and it also happens to be very enlightening."

Belphegor sneered at his older brother as he turned away from him. "Well do it somewhere else! I'm watching the shower here with MC, not you. So go away!"

Lucifer tilted his head in mock confusion as he held up his phone. "Oh dear, but I've already invited the others to join us out here."

Belphie's head snapped up at Lucifer's words. "You what?!"

As though summoned, the rest of his brothers toppled into the backyard.

"I was unaware there was a meteor shower tonight," Satan claimed as he laid down his own blanket near Belphie's perfectly structured nest. "To think I almost missed out on it."

"Eh, I don't care about any stupid stars or anythin'," Belphie groaned in annoyance as Mammon plopped himself down beside him. "But if anythin' falls near us, then those meteor pieces have gotta be worth a fortune!"

Levi scoffed and rolled his eyes as he leaned against the house, game counsel still in hand. "Nothing's actually falling, dumb ass. They're just space rocks passing by."

Asmodeus giggled while he snuggled himself up on Belphie's other side. Belphie wrinkled up his nose and tried to lean away from the physical affection. "Then why are you out here, Levi, if they're just space rocks? Can't you admit that they're beautiful, like me, and you wanted to experience something real for once?"

Levi let out a squawk of embarrassment. "There isn't anything that 'reality can offer me that anime can't! I've seen meteor showers at least ten times all with amazing shots and angles that you could never get in real life!"

Asmodeus merely shook his head in response. "Whatever you say, Levi," he reached over to the picnic basket that Belphie for you and him had packed and held it over his head. "Beel! Snacks!"

Belphegor gaped at his twin as the ginger giant grabbed the basket and sat down behind them. "Beel?! You too?"

Beel looked down guiltily and looked through the food. "I'm sorry, Belphie. But Lucifer said there'd be snacks and that everyone else was going to be there, and I thought it'd be nice to have a family event."

Belphie groaned and held his head in his hands. "You knew I was planning this for just me and MC though."

Beel frowned and held out a cookie to his twin. "Sorry."

Before Belphie could argue anymore or even get the chance to kick everyone out, the door opened once more.

"Oh," everyone looked over to see you standing there in your pyjamas. Belphie's heart clenched as your confused eyes found his. "I didn't know this was a group gathering! I would've brought down some pillows for everyone or some snacks if I had known!" you smiled brightly at the group as you walked towards them.

"No need. Belphie went ahead and provided enough for everyone already," Lucifer claimed and patted the ground next him. "You can sit with me, MC. There's plenty of space over here."

Belphie cursed under his breath as you accepted Lucifer's offer and huffed as the meteor shower began.

Lucifer smirked as he took in his brother's defeat with glee, and you babbled away none-the-wiser by his side.

His brothers could try to woo you and corrupt you all they wanted, but Lucifer wasn't going anywhere. For every attempt they'd make, he'd be there to stop it.

You had deemed Lucifer your big brother, after all, and as such, he'd make sure that you were always safe from his brothers' infernal influences.

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[subspencer]

the to-do list

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that she’s not adventurous enough in bed. So, she makes a secret checklist of things to try with Spencer. Based on this request.

Category: Smut, 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings/Includes: switch!Spencer, (sort of?) corruption kink, exhibitionism, mile high club, brief description of oral, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mentions of other stuff but no descriptions

Word Count: 3k

Spencer’s girlfriend has a secret checklist. It could be called a bucket list, of some sort, but really all of the items on it pertain to sexual acts to perform with Spencer, on Spencer, or in front of Spencer. So checklist is a more appropriate term.

The list came into existence after a girl’s night game of Never Have I Ever, in which she discovered there was an embarrassing number of things she’d never done. Some of them seemed nearly impossible to have gone twenty-something years without doing, especially when in a committed relationship. That was made abundantly clear to her when the girls pointed it out, teasing her — and by association, Spencer — for being more than vanilla.

There was no real reason she hadn’t tried those certain things — she wasn’t adverse to the idea of most of them at all. Really, it was just that she never bothered to dip her toes beyond what was familiar.

When Emily, Penelope, and Tara had nearly all ten of their fingers down after a couple rounds, she finally realized she might’ve been coming up short in the sex department. She figured it was about time to find out what she’s missing, so she made a list of everything she needed to try. And one by one, she and Spencer checked the items off.

One of the more simple things on the list, and perhaps her favorite, was giving her first blowjob. It wasn’t something she felt compelled to try with any of the guys she’s been with before, and Spencer, though he was very curious about it, was too much of a gentleman to ask for one.

So when she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t stop to ask questions. His mind went blank the second her fingers undid his zipper. It was Spencer’s first, too, and his fingers knotted in her hair as she took him in as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks around his cock and swirling her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. Spencer always made pretty sounds in bed, but in this instance she envied his memory because she wished she could replay his moans and gasps from that first blowjob all over again in her mind.

Another favorite was allowing the favor to be reciprocated until completion. She figured she might just be someone who couldn’t get off from oral, because though she always welcomed Spencer to go down, she got impatient every time and pulled his head up by his hair, demanding him to fuck her already. Spencer was one to oblige every request, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t overjoyed when one time she never stopped him short.

There were no interruptions, no hands shoving his face away from its rightful place against her, just increasing moans and shaking legs as Spencer was encouraged to give more. She can still remember the half-moon shapes his nails left on her thighs from where he had to grip them so tightly as she rode out her high. And she definitely remembers the almost feral look in his eyes after, because since that first time he insists on doing it again nearly every day.

There were more or less a dozen other items that slowly but surely got ticked off the list.

Handcuffs in the bedroom — fun, but perhaps better saved for special occasions. Or if Spencer was being extra good and deserved a treat.

Various new positions — a reminder to stretch more. And that sixty-nine is not as easy as it sounds on paper.

She let Spencer put a blindfold on her — it was decided they both prefer it more when the blindfold is on him. It keeps him guessing.

Spanking — both of them like this one, either giving or receiving. Surprisingly, she thinks she might like receiving it a little more, and Spencer is always excited to give.

Shower sex — a bit of a logistical nightmare, yet still a weekly staple. It’s slippery, yes, but it’s also relaxing and intimate. And Spencer just enjoys putting his hands on her wet, soapy body.

Sending dirty texts — great, but Spencer prefers taking nude polaroids of her instead. He keeps a few in his wallet for easy access. And because he knows Garcia can’t hack his wallet and find them.

And there were more items that went in the same tune until there was just one left. The one she was most nervous to attempt.

She wondered if joining the mile high club was better or worse if it was on the BAU jet. They’d have ample opportunities to do it, but they’d also be surrounded by their colleagues, and there is no coming back from getting caught.

But the main challenge was convincing Spencer to do it in the first place.

The initial plan of attack was to drop some “subtle” hints. She brought it up for the first time one night in their shared hotel room, right after Spencer fucked her against the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“We could totally do that in the jet bathroom.”

“Yeah, I guess the basics are the same. Cramped space and a ledge to lean on.” Spencer was completely aloof as he picked up the scattered articles of clothing from the floor, rattling off about the size and dimensions of the airplane bathroom and missing the entire point of the comment.

She mentioned it again a little later, hoping the repetition may help him catch the drift.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” she asked, completely catching him off guard as he ate a breakfast of frosted flakes in his kitchen.

“Um.. I don’t know? You tell me,” he shrugged, knowing that whatever the craziest place was, it was definitely with her.

“What about doing it on the jet?” It couldn’t get more obvious.

“We haven’t done that, silly. OH! I’m gonna say it was in my car,” he nodded with a wide grin, confident in his answer that unfortunately brushed past the proposition far too quickly.

It was time to change methods.

The new plan was to see if she could get him turned on enough on the jet to motivate him to do something about it right then and there. It seemed easy enough.

She sat next to him on the small couch, as she always did, and cuddled up to his side as he read his book.

Once everyone was distracted, she snaked a hand onto his thigh, allowing it to rest there long enough for Spencer to get over his initial shock and relax into her touch. As soon as he let his guard down, she moved her hand up another inch or two, watching him squirm again as he fought his mind from wandering. She repeated that cycle every five minutes until it drove him insane, his willpower diminishing in tandem with the proximity of her hand.

When everyone finally fell asleep, she craned her head to press small kisses on his neck, alternating between quick pecks and lingering ones, sucking warm and wet little flecks onto his skin that drew soft sighs without fail.

“What are you doing?” his breath was raspy and low as he muttered into her ear.

“Nothing.” She kept her tone innocent and sweet as she continued to sprinkle the teasing kisses across the column of his throat.

Her hand finally found its way directly on top of the bulge straining against his slacks and gave it a gentle squeeze. Spencer grinded himself into her palm, desperate to feel some friction, his jaw slacked and pupils wide. She dragged a thumb across his length, stopping to rub slow circles over the sensitive tip, drawing out a wet spot at the front of his trousers.

But even with his skin flushed red and his cock leaking and half-near orgasm, Spencer still found the restraint to stop her from jerking him off right on the jet and ripped her hand away, placing it in her lap as if the action could permanently force her to keep her hands to herself.

“I can’t go to the crime scene with cum in my pants,” he hissed, squeezing her wrist tighter.

She smirked at the opportunity, wrapping her warm lips around his ear lobe and tugging with her teeth before whispering with hot breath. “Then put it in me.”

For a second she saw him consider it. His eyes had a dark cast, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. But then Emily woke up and it was yet another failed attempt.

She resigned to the fact that it just wouldn’t happen, and that the item might remain unchecked on the secret list. So she cleared the idea from her mind, not wanting to keep pushing Spencer toward something he clearly didn’t have an interest in, or to keep embarrassing herself by trying.

And then a couple weeks later, as the team wrapped another case up, she came back to their hotel room to find Spencer sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted. When Spencer didn’t respond, she crawled onto the bed behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and attacking the side of his face with kisses, giggling into his messy curls. “I said hey.”

Still nothing. Her eyes followed his line of sight down to his hands and went wide with realization.

“Spencer, where did you get that!?” She tried to snatch the crumpled piece of paper from him, but he was too quick to pull it away.

“I was looking for gum in your purse,” he explained, reading the sheet over again in complete amusement, “but I found something better.”

Spencer was much too excited about it, bordering on smug, and she rolled off the bed away from him in annoyance.

“Is this what I think it is?” She remained silent, suddenly feeling very insecure about the note. “Did you... did you make a list of things to do in bed?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s so stupid.”

“Hey, who said it’s stupid?” He tugged on her fingers, pulling her back onto the bed next to him. “I just wanna know where it came from.”

“Well... when I went out with the girls, we started talking about all the things we’ve done…” she paused to see if Spencer could guess where this was going, and of course he didn’t, “... in bed. And I hadn’t even done half of what they have, so I wrote some of them down. I — I wanted to try them with you.”

“So you… you’ve never done these with anyone else?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he pieced the puzzle together. He looked down again at the discarded sheet laying on pillows, his pride swelling at how long the list was. “I’m the first?”

She nodded in assent and no sooner was Spencer pushing her back flat against the mattress, settling his body on top of hers.

“God, that’s so hot,” he spoke into her neck as he sucked purple bruises into it, allowing his hands to roam freely under her shirt. His nimble fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling the hem of the top up to attach his lips to her exposed nipple. He rolled the other in his fingers, tugging gently as she arched into his touch, rolling her hips up to grind against his. He groaned and pushed back, nestling himself perfectly between her legs.

Suddenly his motions halted and he popped his head up, looking at her with wide eyes and freshly ruffled hair. “We haven’t finished the list yet!”

“I — I didn’t think you were interested in the last one.”

“If my girlfriend makes a list of ways she wants to fuck me, I’m interested.”

A devilish grin took over her face. “Well, we fly home tomorrow.”

And true to the plan, they arrived on the jet the next day with at least a vague sense of strategy: wait until everyone is asleep then go at it in the bathroom. It wasn’t the most elaborate of plans, but there wasn’t much else to think of.

Except for the possibility that the others might not go to sleep.

The flight was already halfway through its journey and everyone was still wide awake, and Spencer was growing incredibly impatient. Perhaps even more than his girlfriend, now that he knew this would be part of a long list of things he got to be her first for.

That fact seemed to encourage him, the thrill of forever being her first at something. Never mind that she’d be his firsts, too.

Spencer’s not stupid, he knows that bending her over the bathroom counter while everyone is awake to hear it is a horrible idea. But his willpower doesn’t extend far enough to stop him from dropping his hand to her exposed knee, rubbing it softly just to be able to touch her. It seemed innocent enough in case anyone might see.

He kept his eyes on the open book he was pretending to read as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

He inched his hand up and slowly spread his long fingers apart until they covered the length of her inner thigh. The tips stopping just below her cunt, delicately tracing lines back and forth parallel to the seam of her underwear.

And she quickly discovers there’s no taste worse than your own medicine. There was gentle brushes and concealed touches, all the things that she did to him. But where Spencer would’ve stopped her teasing before it got too far, she wouldn’t have done the same.

She covered up his hands by bringing her own down to her lap, silently encouraging him to continue unseen.

Spencer looked down at her through his thick lashes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Looking for more confirmation that she wanted this. The answer came in the form of her shifting subtly down the seat, pressing her clothed pussy firmly against his hand.

His cock twitched against the confines of his slacks when he felt the damp patch on the fabric. His knuckles brushed against her clit and her knees clamped shut, holding him in place as she brought her lips close to his ear to let him hear her soft whines.

He has to put his book over his lap to cover how hard he is, and it almost makes him regret starting this game. Almost.

Because just as she starts desperately grinding against his hand, squirming for more friction, he notices that everyone’s asleep. And then it’s a race to the bathroom, Spencer positioning her directly in front of him to cover his bulge as they stand up.

Their mouths are on each other before the door even closes, her hands wasting little time in going for his zipper. Both desperate to have each other after all the anticipation. She immediately perched herself on the countertop, spreading her legs wide so Spencer could fit in between them, just like in that hotel room. A confused whine fell from her mouth when he lifted her off from the ledge, interrupting her plan.

“No. Like this,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her hips against the edge of the counter, bending her over it. She muttered a “Fuck,” under her breath as he pressed his cock against her backside, knowing he preferred this angle because he could get deeper.

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged the skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to the side, running his cock along her folds to gather the wetness that had been pooling there.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

He quickly inserted his thumb into her mouth to stop any sounds from escaping before lining himself up. Her moans vibrated against the digit as he slowly pushed in, stretching her out and letting her adjust before starting to move. Slowly and deliberately, at first, then quickly gaining speed.

She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts until he pinned them against the ledge with his own, holding them still so he could set his pace faster.

The hand that was resting on her waist came up to her chest, groping at the flesh over her blouse. Her spine arched into his palm, bending forward to give him more leverage to get deeper to that spot inside her repeatedly.

He alternated between a few quick thrusts followed by a deep one, holding himself there for a moment before repeating.

Her cunt tightened around him as he held still against her, applying firm pressure to her spot with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, do that again, please,” he grunted against her neck, pushing his hips into her ass with bruising force to get impossibly closer. A loud whine nearly escaped her lips as he did so, the motion sending her over the edge.

She sucked harder around his thumb, using it to keep her cries at bay as she reached her climax. Her walls fluttered around him as she did, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Remember what you said before, baby?” he hummed in her ear, “Do you still want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.”

Immediately his thrusts became erratic, hips snapping forward a handful of times before he spilled into her in hot spurts, biting down on her shoulder to stifle his moan as he came.

Still heaving from the comedown, he pulled her panties back on, using the fabric to keep his cum from spilling out.

She turned to feverishly attach her lips to his, panting into the open mouthed kiss. When they finally broke apart, both looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin, bruised necks. Still, they tried their best to fix themselves, straightening out their rustled clothes and smoothing knotted hair.

Before Spencer turned the door handle, he pulled her side into him, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “We should make another list.”

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The Hottest Avenger - Bucky Barnes

a/n: im warning you, i will probably not stop for a while with the bucky fics so... brace yourselves lol! also i wrote this before ep 5 came out so its placed in that time

pairing: Bucky X Reader

warnings: TFATWS spoiler, some violence? nothing extreme

word count: 1.8k

summary: Being locked together with Sam and Bucky brings the worst out of you, picking on each other constantly. Following an arguement Bucky accidentally calls you his girlfriend in front of Sam when your relationship was supposed to be a secret.

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“Did you fucking eat the last dumpling?” you accuse Sam, holding up the empty takeout box where you thought were one more dumpling, one you’ve saved for yourself, but now it’s gone as Sam is eyeing you with his mouth full.

“Thought it was mine,” he mumbles, his words barely understandable from all the food in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath you’re trying not to jump at his throat right then and there. You’ve been locked up together all damn day in the trashy apartment across the street from the building where’s Zemo supposed to be hiding. Sharon had a tip about a possible place where he might be found, but you’ve been waiting to no avail for now. You’ve been growing stressed and impatient. You lost track of Karli and her people and now you can’t seem to find Zemo either. If it wasn’t for the Dora Milaje, you wouldn’t bother to be so after the asshole, but Bucky said if Ayo finds him first, he is dead and every useful information he holds goes to the grave with him so now you are forced to look for him. One failed mission has been following the other these days, that incompetent dickhead John is on the loose too after murdering that man in front of civilians and you feel like control has slipped out of your grip a long time ago. Now you’re stuck with Sam and Bucky in this crappy place, waiting by the window, watching out for Zemo and on top of everything… Sam ate your last dumpling.

Just when you’re about to snap at him, you feel a strong grip on your shoulder. You don’t have to look up to know it’s Bucky right behind you, but not just because he is the only other person in the room beside you and Sam, but also because you know his touch probably more than anyone. Only that most of the times it’s not your shoulder he is gripping…

It’s been going on for a long time between the two of you. Started with just some innocent flirting and you never thought it would grow into something more significant, but it did. And now you are officially in a relationship with none other than the Winter Soldier, only that no one else knows about it and you plan to keep it that way. You don’t need the teasing and jokes and the Avengers are known to be dicks sometimes, especially Sam.

Glancing up your eyes meet Bucky’s blue irises and he sends you a look that says “just let it go”, and though every fiber in you wants to whoop Sam’s ass, you let it slip.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna get mad about a dumpling,” Sam chuckles as he chews on the food that you should be enjoying right now.

“I can get mad about whatever I want to,” you growl back, growing quite irritated of him at this point.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he huffs under his breath, clearly not as bothered as he should be. Before you could do any harm in him, you leave your spot by the window, needing a breather from… well, from him.

“Hey, it’s still your turn!” he calls after you.

“I need a break,” you growl back.

“Get your ass back here, we agreed to switch every two hours!”

“Sam! I’m walking out because I’m way too tempted to punch you in the face right now!” you snap at him, losing your patience. He rises from his seat with a hard expression, not quite a fan of the way you just talked to him, but you couldn’t care less.

“You think you could actually throw one? Because last time we fought you couldn’t really get a hold of me,” he narrows his eyes at you, coming to stand tall in front of you, trying to intimidate you with how much taller and stronger he might be, but you both know you’re a better fighter.

“It’s easy to talk with your fancy tech stuff. Why don’t we see who wins in a simple battle?” you challenge him with faked boredom.

“Guys, stop. We should be looking out for Zemo, not tearing each other apart,” Bucky tries to end the staring contest, sticking his metal arm between the two of you in case any of you decides to launch at the other one.

“Then tell her to stop bitching!” Sam nods in your way.

“I’m not bitching, I’m just fed up with your bullshit!” you spat back at him, leaning closer, your chest coming in contact with Bucky’s extended arm.

“Don’t talk to her like that, Sam,” Bucky warns him, but Sam snorts dryly.

“Don’t tell me you are taking her side, she is throwing a fit for a fucking dumpling!”

“I’m not taking sides, just trying to settle this stupid disagreement here,” he defends himself and you roll your eyes.

“You can’t tell me she is not overreacting it, Buck!” Sam laughs in disbelief, taking a step back, dropping the act that he wants to fight you. He probably knows he would come out as a ridiculous loser. “This is fucking insane, I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit, Y/N,” he shakes his head.

“Hey!” Bucky snaps at him. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, okay?!”

“I’m just—wait, what?!” Sam’s eyes widen and you freeze too.

Your dumbass boyfriend didn’t just out the two of you, did he? What else is about to come?! Sam’s shock turns into a cocky grin as his eyes shift between you and Bucky.

“You guys… you guys are fucking?” he asks with a delightful laugh and you close your eyes sighing, already tired of his shit.

“That’s not—We’re not fucking, I mean… It’s not like that,” Bucky stutters, but it’s just making it worse. He looks at you with terror in his eyes, but you are way too drained to deal with it the right way.

“Yes, we are fucking! And we are in a mature adult relationship! Get yourself over it!” you bark at Sam before turning around and walking out.

You faintly hear the two men talk inside, but you don’t make out the words. You don’t go too far, sitting on the steps leading up to the third floor. Soon enough you hear the door of the apartment open with a creak and a moment later Bucky shows up in your sight. He sits beside you, remaining silent for a little before speaking up.

“Sorry for running my mouth,” he mumbles, his head hanging low.

“It’s… fine,” you breathe out. Bucky fidgets with his fingers and you know he wants to touch you in any kind of way as a reassurance that it really is fine. You don’t want to hold a grudge, it was an accident, you’re just a little bummed it’s not gonna be just the two of you anymore. Reaching out you take his hand, the real one that’s flesh and meat and you lace your fingers together as he peeks at you, still reserved and hesitant.

“Is it really fine or are you just bottling it up?”

“It really is fine,” you chuckle softly and leaning closer you kiss his scruffy cheek. “The only reason I wanted to keep it a secret is because you know how vickery the guys can get. I just didn’t want them to pick on us.”

“They do it because they are just jealous,” he smirks playfully, his shoulder bumping against yours.

“Yeah? Of what?” A soft chuckle slips through your lips.

“That I scored the hottest Avenger,” he replies smugly and you can’t help but laugh with your head snapping back.

“I didn’t know you were fucking Thor!” you retort and immediately see his smirk vanish from his lips as he stares back at you, not enjoying your joke as much as you are.

“Thor? Really? Not this shit again, Y/N,” he narrows his eyes at you. Back when you were just skirting around each other, you loved pulling his leg, joking about how much you are into the hottest Avenger, aka Thor. He never appreciated it, usually earned you a tight-lipped smile before he mumbled “Tarzan’s got nothing on me” before walking away, leaving you laughing like a hyena.

“Come on, you know I’m more into super soldiers,” you grin, leaning closer as he pepper his sharp jawline with more small kisses.

“You know, it’s not the best thing to say to your boyfriend when there are now about eight more super soldiers running around,” he huffs.

“But none of them has a metal arm,” you point out, finally making him laugh.

“So that’s your kink? A vibranium arm?” he asks with faked shock and you curl your arms around his bicep, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“How haven’t you realized yet?” you chuckle. Bucky turns his head until his lips can capture yours in a sweet, lighthearted kiss that makes you forget about everything that’s been clouding over your mind these past days. All the failures, the mistakes and chaos fades into nothing, because you have him and he has you.

Walking back into the apartment Sam stares back at you, neither of you entirely sure how to act after what just happened. He then grabs his phone from the dusty table before holding it up.

“I could order some extra dumplings,” he offers and you crack a smile shaking your head. This was his peace offering, both of you knows he won’t straight up apologize for the way he talked, but this is already more than what you were expecting from him. Bucky must have had a few words with him before joining you outside.

“It’s all good.”

The three of you get back to work, taking your previous spots, returning to the task on hand as silence falls on the room once again. You catch Sam glancing at you and the Bucky and you can tell he is about to make a snarky comment on your relationship. And just as he is about to open his big mouth, Bucky moves to silence him, but you’re faster. With a simple move you throw Sam to the ground, keeping him down with your hand wrapped around his neck.

“Don’t even think about teasing, understood?” you hiss at him as he gasps for air, his hands wrapping around your wrist as he tries to fight you off, but you hold him a second longer to emphasize the importance of your words. Then you finally let go of him and he coughs for air, fixing him up from the floor as you simply walk back to your spot by the window.

“Hottest Avenger, huh?” he breathes out, revealing that he heard what you talked about out on the stairs. “More like the Avenger with the most anger issues…”

You just grin, glancing over at your boyfriend who is now standing with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothered by his friend’s struggles on the floor as he smirks back at you, nodding proudly as if he was saying: “That’s my girl.”

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Lock and Key | Bakugou K.

Summary: It all started out as a harmless prank - Denki’s idea, to get the two of you to talk. It was no secret that you had feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, at least, not amongst your friends. Denki had meant well, sure, when he’d handcuffed the two of you together, but when the key goes missing... well, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a long 24 hours.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, that should be it

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open! Let me know what you’d like to see on my page! Hope you enjoy this cute little fic for Bakugou :) I just wanted to write something soft and lighthearted, and cute, so this is that.

You were going to kill Denki. That is, if Bakugou didn’t get to him first.

“Calm down, Bakubro! Murdering one of our classmates would not be very manly of you!”

And if it wasn’t for Kirishima, holding Bakugou back with all of his strength and giving you a sympathetic look as you were dragged along, Denki would’ve been toast. Literally. 

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” Denki was saying, hiding behind Mina and Sero, “It’s just a prank, dude, a joke! Don’t kill me!” 

“I’m gonna end you, spark plug!” Bakugou growled, “Get over here and get this shit off of me!”

Sero, barely holding back his laughter, said, “Aw, come on, Bakugou, I wouldn’t call y/n ‘shit’!”

For a moment, Bakugou blinks like he’s stunned, but then his murderous glare returns ten fold. “That’s... That’s not even what I meant, dunce face! I meant the handcuffs! Get. Them. OFF!”

You know, from the look Mina is sending you, that you’re blushing. 

“Okay!” Kaminari scrambles out from behind the two, smiling sheepishly as he searches all his pockets, “No worries, man, let me just... let me... get the... key...”

Bakugou finally settles down, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he drops his hand, yours falling with it. You rub at your wrist lightly, eyebrows drawn together. You’d been handcuffed to Bakugou for almost ten minutes now, and your wrist was already sore from being yanked around so much. 

“What’s taking so long, dunce face?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Well, you see, uhm... okay, listen, don’t be... don’t be mad, bro, just...” Kaminari laughs, eyes wide in fear, voice dropping so low you could hardly hear him, “I can’t exactly find it.”

You yelp in surprise as Bakugou activates his quirk, feeling the heat against the back of your hand. 

“What did you say?!” 

Everyone winces as he yells, face almost as red as Kirishima’s hair. 

“Careful, dude, don’t burn her!” Kirishima says, hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. 

Bakugou shoves him off, but listens to him nonetheless, and the heat subsides. 

“It’s okay, Kiri, I’m fine.” You tell him quietly. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Denki says, guiltily. 

“Yeah, you’re about to be real sorry.” Bakugou says, “If you don’t get these off in the next five seconds!”

“Look, let’s just calm down for a minute, okay?” You say, stepping between the two. You feel Bakugou’s arm tug back against yours, as you move farther away from him, and your blush deepens. “Sorry. Anyway... why don’t we just see if Momo can make an extra key? Right?"

“That’s a good idea!” Kirishima says, optimistically. “See? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Bakugou mutters darkly.

Mina purses her lips, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that would be great... Except Momo is visiting her parents, and won’t be back till later tonight.”

And just like that, Bakugou explodes again. “WHAT?!”

...

After a stressful call with Momo, involving Bakugou taking the phone from Mina not once, but twice, and telling her to ‘get her and her stupid ass ponytail back to UA NOW!’, it’s finally decided that you’ll just have to wait it out. Even Bakugou can’t say he’d rather go to Aizawa, because explaining this meant explaining the handprint shaped burns in Denki’s door.

Of course, Momo promises to help as soon as she’s back, but that’s still hours and hours away. 

Bakugou, who still practically had steam coming out of his ears, sat beside you on the couch silently. Across from you, the rest of the group watched in sympathy (and fear). No one dared to break the silence, in fear he’d blow up on them again. You couldn’t say you blamed them. 

“Come on.” Bakugou’s sudden command startles you.

“What? Where are we going?” You ask, following his lead and standing up (you were getting dragged along, either way). 

He rolls his eyes, sighing, “I don’t know, but I’m not just gonna sit around like an idiot all day.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, marching out of the room. You look over your shoulder on your way out, a silent cry for help, and Denki has the audacity to give you a thumbs up and wink. You glare at him, sending your friends into a laughing fit.

“What are they laughing at?” Bakugou mutters, brow raised.

You flush in embarrassment, shrugging. “Dunno.”

The two of you eventually end up in the kitchen. You knew Bakugou could cook, everyone did because he regularly kicked everyone out of the kitchen so he could, but you’d never actually seen him in action. He was much calmer now that the two of you were alone, but the scowl never left his face. 

After a few minutes of awkwardly trailing behind him as he gathered ingredients, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Can I help?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you begin to think he’ll just ignore you, before he’s handing you a spoon. “You stir while I chop vegetables. I don’t trust you with a knife.”

Ignoring the backhanded comment, you take the spoon from him, happy he’s letting you help. You stir with one hand, resting the other on the counter beside him, so he can use both hands to chop the vegetables. It’s not easy, trying to cook while handcuffed to the angry blonde, but the two of you eventually find a rhythm. 

“So what are you making?” You ask, turning to look at him. His focus is all on what he’s doing, and he looks so serious you try your best not to giggle. Does Bakugou ever just... relax? Still, the way his lower lip just barely juts out and his brow furrows, when he concentrates hard, is really cute.

“We’re making zosui.” 

You’re heart does a little flip as he says ‘we’. He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that, but you still have to turn away in an attempt to hide your smile. As mad as you were at Denki, you had to admit that being able to actually spend time with Bakugou doing something so... normal, domestic? It was nice. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about a moment like this (except, in your daydreams, you weren’t handcuffed, and maybe there was kissing involved), but you’d never thought it would actually happen. The only time you got to spend time with him outside of class, normally, was if you asked for help with the homework or agreed to spar. But that was rare, these days. Bakugou normally sparred with Kirishima, anyway, and you always felt like a bother when you asked for help. 

Sneaking another look at Bakugou, you find he’s already looking at you. He takes the spoon from you, gently bumping his hip into yours to move you out of the way, and you watch as he adds the veggies to the soup. As he stirs them in, he asks you to hand him the spices he’d set out beforehand. 

“What, have you never seen someone cook before?” He asks.

You laugh sheepishly, “I ate a lot of microwave dinners growing up.”

The look he gives you is incredulous, borderline angry, and he scoffs. “You’re kidding. That shits terrible for you!” 

You laugh, wrinkling your nose. 

He meets your eyes for a moment, lips parted slightly, and you raise a brow at him. Before you can ask, his attentions is back on the soup, and he’s quiet again.

It doesn’t take long for the soup to be done, then, after he adds the rice. And you have to admit, even though you hadn’t helped much, you do feel a sense of accomplishment when you sit down to eat a meal that you made yourself. 

The two of you sit down beside each other, forced to scoot your chairs so close that your thighs are almost touching. Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, before digging in. “Wow! This is delicious!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, but you recognize the slightly smug look on his face. “You helped.”

You giggle, bumping shoulders with him. “Sure, but you’re the chef, here!”

He hid it behind another bite of food, but you could have sworn you saw him smile, too. 

The two of you finish your meal in silence, Bakugou waiting with surprising patience for you to finish eating, before putting the bowls in the sink. 

“Thanks.”

He gives you a look, “For what?”

For being so nice.

“For teaching me how to cook!” 

He shrugs, muttering out ‘whatever’ in reply. 

“So... what do you want to do know?” You ask, hoping his tolerance for your company would last. 

You end up back in his dorm, awkwardly huddled together at the head of his bed. He was reading, as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The silence wasn’t awkward, like you’d thought it would be. It was comfortable, almost calming. You found yourself getting tired, the more you sat there. 

Eventually growing bored of your phone, you turned to see what Bakugou was reading, and started reading the pages yourself. You didn’t think he’d noticed, until he slipped his finger behind the next page to turn it, and paused. 

“You done?” He said, quiet and soft, his cheeks tinted the slightest pink. 

Your eyes widened, blushing, “Uh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

He turned the page without another word, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to ignore him, pretending to read, before he sighed. 

And then, Bakugou began to read to you. 

“W-What are you doing?”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “Reading, dumbass.” He snapped. “You read slower than me, it’s annoying.”

Despite the backhanded remark, you grinned. “Oh. Okay.” 

He started again, sounding significantly less irritated, and you tried to slow the beating of your heart. In all the times you’d imagined hanging out with Bakugou, you had never thought of something this sweet. You especially hadn’t anticipated his voice ever being this soft, and calming. 

As he read to you, you shifted closer, eventually resting your head on his shoulder. He faltered for a minute, hiding his fumble with a cough, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the next chapter that he realized you’d fallen asleep. 

And he definitely wasn’t blushing, no, not Bakugou.

Hours later, when Momo and all your friends piled into his room, he whispered harshly, “Wake her up, and I’ll kill you!”

Maybe Denki’s plan had worked out, after all. 

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Luka took a breath as he hit the last emotion-filled note on his guitar. His body vibrated just as his strings did, though he realized soon enough that there weren't enough high notes to lift him from feeling so low.

Marinette was Ladybug. He was still absorbing it, even though a part of him insisted that it should've been obvious; not just because there could only be one girl in Paris who was so brave, kindhearted, and suited for the job, but... well—

There was also only one girl in Paris who could be so unlucky. Luka was upset - angry, really - at all the things he couldn't have known that just proved to put more pressure on her. People idolized and adored Ladybug, but he never once thought that he wanted to be her. She didn't get anything from being a superhero outside of wasted time and the guilt of having to lie to everyone. He'd felt bad enough keeping Viperion a secret from his family, and he was only a temporary hero.

He sighed, setting his guitar down and raking his fingers through his hair. Marinette being Ladybug would've been enough of a shock on its own, but Adrien being Chat Noir made everything both worse and more complicated. In the midst of all the realizations he'd been having at the time, he felt lucky that he was able to get Ladybug - Marinette - to believe that his mind had just drifted for a moment. She'd still looked worried, but there was nothing he could've told her at the time, his mind too scrambled to be certain what the right steps were.

He'd always imagined that past snakes had learned of other's identities before as well, and thus had wondered before what he'd do if such a thing ever happened. Chat wasn't the one "in charge," so Luka wasn't worried about him (at least not in terms of talking about identities), but Ladybug was a different story.

Previously, he would've said that he'd tell her without hesitation, but the problem was that she was Marinette and the way he found out made things messy. If he told her that he knew, she'd blame herself and demand to know what happened for him to know so she could try to "fix" it, except there was nothing to fix and a conversation about his abilities would inevitably lead to talking about Adrien being Chat Noir.

In essence, he was at a roadblock. There was probably no "right" solution either, as he figured Sass might tell him; that even seemed to be the message Sass wordlessly sent him as Ladybug took his miraculous back. He’d probably known, and maybe had intentionally given him the power to see red strings on heroes in the first place. He didn’t know for sure because he couldn’t ask, aware that it would make Ladybug even more suspicious after he’d already tried to assure her.

What he did know was that Chat was something else to think about now. Chat was tied to her, and he knew - everyone knew, really - that there was drama going on in their relationship. He'd done only a little digging and Face to Face was all the evidence he'd needed, as if seeing the two interact in person wasn't already enough.

There was a pressure there, for Ladybug and Chat Noir to be a couple. Chat Noir was a habitual flirt, and most people ate up any drama or “juicy details” about their relationship. Everyone went wild for the hand kisses that Chat gave Ladybug, whether or not she pulled away from it. Add on the red string of fate, and it just made everything worse, making him wonder what the ties meant; did Adrien's string being tied around his ring mean that he became the cat through fate, specifically so—

It made Luka feel gross just thinking about it, and knowing what he knew made it even worse; people were shipping his friend with someone she wasn't interested in, even if it was "one side" specifically that she wasn't interested in.

He shook his head, feeling vaguely possessive. It wasn't about Marinette being his friend; it was about her deserving better than something deciding her fate for her.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a familiar jingle, pulling out his phone to see a message from Marinette.

Are we still on for tonight?

FOR THE FIRE I MEAN.

I just don't want you to get in trouble! You're sure???

He chuckled, his shoulders easing at Marinette's usual enthusiasm. It was adorable that she was worried about him and not what they were planning to do.

He typed back immediately, I'm sure, Marinette. Don't worry.

He glanced at the drawer under his bed, where all the Adrien pictures were. He imagined Adrien's face plastered all over Paris, flashing back and forth between Adrien himself and Chat Noir.

He felt like he shouldn’t be shocked by the revelation, though he wouldn't be able to quite explain why.

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Luka looked over his work once more, checking to make sure the fire would start properly. It'd been a while, but he at least hadn't gotten rusty and even got a congratulatory pat on the back from his mother when she'd seen him carrying the supplies. Had she known that it was Marinette's decision to do this, she would've married them on the spot herself.

As he eyed the box of Adrien pictures set out, he had to bury another slew of thoughts. He knew it was right to try and get rid of Marinette's string, but and he felt guilty knowing that he’d be satisfied at seeing the pictures burn for reasons outside of Marinette.

Speaking of whom, he looked up as he heard a familiar set of footsteps to see Marinette herself heading towards the Liberty, having just made her way down the stairs. She was dressed fairly lightly for nighttime, but wore a fluffy pink shawl around her shoulders to make up for it. Considering what they were doing, it made sense that she wasn't concerned about the cold.

The gangplank had already been put up for her, so she walked across with a smile that warmed him more than the eventual fire would. "Hey."

He smiled back, plopping down comfortably on the seat behind him. "Hey."

She gripped her shawl closer to herself as she glanced at the setup for the fire, the moonlight briefly shining off of her earrings. Luka attempted to avert his gaze from them, but only ended up staring at the red string around her neck. He gave up looking at her entirely at that point, checking the setup again as if it was extremely important to do so.

"You can sit anywhere," he offered, gesturing vaguely to all of the mismatched seats he'd placed around the future fire. He'd wanted to make sure she'd have options, though he hoped the designer side of her didn't mind the chaos of it all. He'd just grabbed whatever spare seating they'd had.

Marinette's eyes scanned over the various choices. Giggling, she replied, "Thank you."

He nodded in acknowledgment. He wasn't in any hurry to get the pictures burned, even if burning them was their goal that day. He'd intentionally had her go slowly so as to test the red string as little as possible, and he planned on doing the same here.

"I brought one for you too," she suddenly said off to his side.

He looked over in curiosity and noticed her open purse, a large piece of blue fabric nearly bursting out of it. It took a bit of effort from her - he imagined that she'd wanted it to be a surprise - but she managed to pull it out, presenting him with a shawl that matched hers exactly outside of its color. He smiled in appreciation of her thoughtfulness, then reached for it before realizing with a start, "Wait. Marinette, did you make these?"

Before she could answer, he took the shawl in his hands, turning it every possible way. Without a doubt, it was her handiwork, and along the back was where the design broke with a Marinette.

"Yeah," she confirmed, and he could practically hear her shy blush. "It's just—you're doing this for me, but even if you weren't, I don't want you to get cold, so..."

"It's great," he cut in firmly, leaving no room for doubt on her end. "Soft. Comfortable. I wish I was better with fashion to say more."

"No, you said more than enough," she assured, taking a seat next to him. That fact looked both silly and intimate given the multiple other seats she could've chosen instead, but he tried not to think about it.

Instead, he gave a curious glance at her pink shawl, silently comparing it to the one she'd given him. "...You didn't have to make it blue," he commented, and clarified before she could think anything bad, "I would've happily worn your colors."

She gave him a look, though didn't seem weirded out by the idea. "But... it's pink."

"What's wrong with pink?" he asked, genuinely confused. "It's your color."

She blushed, her shoulders hunching forward shyly. He didn't even bother taking back what he said, because he meant it; he might've favored blue when he picked out an outfit, but pink made him think of her.

It was much better than red at the very least.

Marinette pursed her lips in response, idly tugging at her shawl and seeming to be in an internal debate with herself. Apparently making a decision, she closed her eyes and breathed up, letting out a soft, "Okay."

He blinked and gave a tilt of his head to show his confusion. "Okay?"

She turned to him, resolutely pulling the fabric off of her shoulders. "T-then you can wear mine?"

He couldn't get another word out, too distracted by Marinette leaning towards him and carefully settling the shawl around his shoulders. Despite the bold move, she couldn't keep eye contact with him, awkwardly hanging onto the front of the shawl as she stared at his lap. She wasn't exactly warm or exuded any particular body heat - in fact, he was sure that her hands would be cold if he held them - but there was a comfort there that couldn't be matched by anyone else.

It took him a moment to make a move, at which point he remembered the fabric underneath his fingers. In a motion equally as careful as hers, he raised the blue shawl and settled it around her shoulders. She finally met his gaze, surprised, but smiled gratefully and released her grip on the pink shawl.

"You can keep it," she said quietly, with less shyness than before.

"Really?" he asked, placing a hand on the fabric to make sure it was what she meant.

She nodded, gripping her own as she replied, "A-as long as I can keep this one in exchange?"

He snorted, even covering his mouth to stifle a chuckle. "You made them, Marinette. Of course you can." He gave an obvious glance at the shawl to admire it. "I'd be happy to match with you."

She beamed at him. "Me too."

That topic officially concluded, his mind went blank for anything more and both of their gazes drifted to the unlit fire. He didn't have to look to know that she was shifting in anxiety in her seat, either wanting to back out or just get it over with.

"Are you ready?" he asked experimentally.

"Yes," she responded, perhaps a little stiffly but the resolve was there. She wanted this.

Luka stood briefly, and within the next few moments, the fire had been lit. The flames started out faint at first, then grew until it was something respectable, easily illuminating the small area around them. The slight chill from the wind dissipated as the fire warmed their skin, Luka hearing Marinette sigh in content harmony with him.

Neither of them took their shawls off despite the increased warmth.

The additional light from the fire made the box of pictures more obvious, with it sitting on a table not too far away. Luka took a step towards it, but Marinette was faster, grabbing up the box and turning to him with a determined expression.

"I have to do it," she insisted.

He didn't exactly disagree - this wasn't his battle - but it didn't stop him from looking nervously at the red string, the dangling part of it laying across her hand and dipping itself in the box, taunting him.

"How many do you want to do at a time?" He was careful in his wording, not wanting his tone to imply anything.

She furrowed her brows, staring down at the box in deep thought. Her fingers flexed against the cardboard, a small gust of wind blowing by and causing the fire behind her to whip around in protest.

"...All of them," she muttered, then met his gaze cautiously. "Will that be okay?"

Luka glanced at the fire, but it wasn't that he was worried about. The string would try to fight her, he was sure of it, and the only thing he wasn't sure of was if it would be better or not to let her go with her wishes. He half expected the string to physically drag her off the Liberty, and the mere thought caused his neck to sting.

But, he also believed in her. She was fighting fate herself without having used the snake even once, and he wasn't going to deny her if she thought this was best.

"Yeah," he assured. "Just don't get too close. I don't want you to get hurt."

She nodded, obviously not catching onto what he really meant.

Luka sat down on his chair, toying with the rips in his pants to keep his hands occupied as he watched her. Her posture was straight and confident as she faced the flames, despite the shake in her hands, and he was sure the fire in her eyes wasn't just a reflection.

He didn't see Ladybug in her place. There was only Marinette and everything that he already knew about her. Knowing what he did now wasn't surprising, but heartbreaking, and he couldn't be prouder of her for doing what she was trying to do.

To go against what everyone - even fate itself - expected of her. He couldn't relate on her level, but looking as he did and having the mother he did, he understood.

Finally, Marinette stepped forward, and the string was already tightening around her neck. She froze, shutting her eyes and clutching the box tighter as she mentally fought the sensation.

He barely managed to keep himself still.

She swallowed, taking another step and managing to open her eyes again. She squinted at the fire, either from the light or from her own resolve.

Then, all at once, she thrust the box forward, the pictures flying out and mingling with the flames. The fire flared up in response, practically roaring, and the string tightened further in protest. Marinette even let out a cry as she tossed the box aside.

Luka barely had time to react when she suddenly rushed towards him. He outstretched his arms and she filled up his lap, her heart seeking him out as she clutched his jacket. He wrapped his arms around her, hoping his comfort came through without words.

Her breathing was ragged, and he couldn't tell whether it was from the string or her emotions running high. He brought one of his hands higher up on her back, knowing that he could do nothing more for her but wishing he could.

He took solace in the fact that the worst of it was over.

Staring over her head, he watched as the pictures burned, blond turning black as the flames singed the pictures and reduced them to ashes. Marinette, meanwhile, remained against him, desperately clutching his fabric for wordless support. He honestly would've been okay being the only spectator to what she'd done, but she then shifted in his lap to glance behind her.

They watched the sight together, the fire whipping about with the wind like it was making sure the job was done as they'd wanted. In no time at all, there was no evidence of the pictures left outside of what was allowing the fire to burn brighter.

Marinette let out sigh of relief, collapsing against him again and nuzzling his chest. "What's wrong with me...?"

"Nothing," he replied, clutching her tighter. "You were amazing."

She looked up at him, possibly searching his expression to ensure he meant it, then offered a tired smile. She shifted again, but this time without any urgency or need. Luka sucked in a breath as she nestled her head against his shoulder, making herself comfortable on his lap while still being in a position where they could watch the fire together. Slowly, he relaxed, and they ended up not needing those other chairs after all, neither moving from their comfortable positions.

And, maybe it was just him, but the string seemed looser around her neck than it ever had before.

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Bruce Wayne x Reader SERIES

“GLASS WALLS”

-CHAPTER 3-

WARNING(S): Mild Language

CHARACTER(S): Bruce Wayne, x Reader, and Alfred Pennyworth.  (Robert Pattinson) (Or your choice of Bruce Wayne)

SYNOPSIS COMING SOON... HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MOVIE.

-CHAPTER 1-      -CHAPTER 2-

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Resilience. We all are resilient. When something happens to us, we tend to pick up all of the pieces and stick them back together the best we can. When we get hurt, we recover and bounce back. Much like an inanimate object, such as glass, we are resilient. You can walk across glass and it will not break, depending on how thick the glass is, and how heavy something is.

The walls Bruce built, were as thick as the glass you could walk across. But me, mine were not so thick. A year  into our relationship that is now very public, was taking a toll on my own personal “glass wall”. Comments were made all of the time, I was either too dressed up, or too dressed down. I was dressed like a slut or I was dressed like a hobo. It was one of those “You’re damned if you do, and you’re damned if you don’t” kind of things.

Tonight was a Wayne Foundation Gala, and I had to be there since I was Bruce’s plus one, and since we are in a relationship, it was expected of me. I showed up in a navy blue dress that had a thigh-high slit, and a sweetheart neckline. I was prepared for the dirty looks and the quiet gossip that would make it’s way back to me. “Don’t worry about what they say. I think you look amazing, Y/N.” Bruce whispered in my ear and he pressed a kiss to my temple.

His hand went around my waist and he brought me closer to his body. Over the year, Bruce was working out more often; his biceps grew, and now he had a six pack. Before, Bruce wasn’t into working out that much. Of course he ate healthy, and worked out occasionally, but now it was an everyday, twice a day thing. His grip around me was tight; I think he thinks by holding onto me, it will shield me from the gossip, and rumors  that are spreading around the room. I do wish Bruce could shield me from the brutality of people’s words, but unfortunately, it did not work out that way.

I can say three ways to Sunday that these people’s words do not bother me, and everyone can say it too. But deep down, it affects us, even if we don’t want it to. Bruce led me around the room as we greeted the donators and Gotham’s most elite. We met with the socialites and all of the businessmen that were trying to get Bruce to sign deals with them. One woman, one of whom I could not stand, Shannon Bell, approached Bruce and I. “Uh-oh, here comes the she-devil.” I whisper and Bruce chuckled. “Now, now, let’s play nice, yeah?” he said as he wrapped his arm around my waist once more.

“Bruce! It’s so good to see you!” Shannon said as she wrapped her arms around Bruce and gave me a smirk as she did so. He pushed her away politely, no one could tell he didn’t want the hug. Bruce could punch someone in the face, and it would come off as him being kind.

Shannon awkwardly cleared her throat; she wasn’t use to a man declining her overly friendly hugs. “Don’t you look darling, Y/N....”She said with a kind, yet disgusted look on her face. When Bruce turned to talk to one of his business partners, Shannon circled around me. I could see Bruce turn a little to keep an eye on me, “You should have went with something a little more classy. I mean, you are a Y/L/N, and I imagine your father would want you to wear something a little more Audrey Hepburn, and less Marilyn Monroe.” She said with a smirk.

I sighed as I looked down at my dress, “If I were you Shan, I would be more worried about my husband boning his secretary at a very public event, instead of being worried about what I wear.” I say and a few socialites overheard our conversation. Shannon’s hand went to her mouth, and she stomped over to Bruce, “You need to keep a leash on her!” She hissed as she pointed her finger up at Bruce. His hand went to the back of his neck, “I think it may be time for you and your husband to go. If you need help finding him- oh- wait.. he just came out of the bathroom with Teresa. Have a nice night Mrs. Bell.” Bruce said as he walked away from Shannon and stood by my side.

Bruce and I watched as she trampled through the mass of people, and some of Shannon’s friends were staring at us. I smiled and leaned closer into Bruce, “I am so sorry for making a scene. I- I know how much you hate women acting like that, and it just slipped.” I whispered and he looked down at me with a small smile. “Don’t let people treat you like that. We’re together now, I need to protect you more.” He said as he looked up at the TV over the mini bar’s counter.

“Ugh. This will be in every gossip magazine tomorrow.” I sigh as I turned to see what Bruce was doing. His eyes studied the TV, “Would you mind turning that up a little?” Bruce asked the guy behind the counter.

“Sure thing. pal.” the man, that clearly was from Boston, said.

“Just this evening, the Scarecrow, released a toxic gas at Gotham National Bank. There are several hostages inside, and police are trying to reason with the Scarecrow, but no avail.” The news lady said as they zoomed in closer in the building. “Oh my gosh.” I say as I watched the tv.

Bruce quickly turned on his heel, “Wait- where are you going?” I asked and I followed him. “Bruce!”

“I have to go, Y/N. I will see you at the Manor. Alfred will come pick you up right away. Stay at the Manor, and don’t let anyone know you’re there.” He said as he walked out of the building with no further explanation. I was dumbfounded; did he really just leave with no explanation? The last time he did this, we were at a restaurant, and in the middle of dinner, he said he had to leave.

I walked over to the people in charge of keeping track of everyone’s coats. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. May I have my coat please?” I ask and the woman nodded. She went into the back room and brought out my leather jacket. I thanked her and walked out of the building; Alfred was already outside. He opened the car door, “Ms. Y/L/N, Master Bruce asked me to come get you and take you back to the manor.” He said. I looked around the semi-empty streets.

“If you don’t mind Alfred, I’d like to go home. My parents are out of town and asked me to watch the house.” I say and Alfred helped me into the car. “But Master Wayne instructed me to take you back to Wayne Manor.” He said and I shook my head. “Please, take me home, Alfred.” I say and he nodded as he shut the car door.

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When we got to my parents house, Alfred opened up the door for me. “Ms. Y/L/N, Bruce had his reasons for leaving tonight. Don’t be too upset with him, one day you will understand.” He said and I got up out of the car. “Understand what?” I questioned and Alfred closed the car door. “One day he will tell you. I hope.” he said as he walked to the drivers side of the car. “Thanks Alfred. If you see Bruce, tell him I will see him in a few days.” I say as I unlocked the door to my parent’s house.

I tossed my clutch on the side table by the door, and I sighed as I went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of red wine. I took the glass up to my old bedroom; I kicked my Louboutin heels off once I entered the room. Slipping out of my dress, I looked in the mirror at the very noticeable scar on my lower left side of my abdomen. 

It looked like a stretch mark at this point, but I started to remember the night I was taken hostage by Maroni; all because my father wouldn’t give him what he needed to break into the company my father used to work at. I was thrown into the middle of it; I was kidnapped right after the school day had ended. Before they let me go, they reminded my father what would happen if he betrayed them again. After that, my father paid off Maroni, and he hasn’t bothered us since. 

I ran my finger over the scar, and I looked at it in the mirror. Bruce hadn’t noticed it and I was glad he hadn’t. I walked to my bathroom and finished undressing; I got into the shower. The warm water cascaded down my body, I sighed a breath of relief. The only thing missing was Bruce; he enjoyed showers just as much as I did. 

After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my naked body. The cold air made me shiver, and when I walked into my room, the only thing on was my bedside lamp. The doors that led to my balcony were open, and I tried not to panic. I reached for the pistol that was in my dresser drawer, but I couldn’t find it. When I turned around, the Batman was standing in front of me.

I let out a scream and threw a punch; which I regretted once my fist hit the tough material that made up his cowl. I let a yell of pain out, and the Batman took a step back. “Are you alright?” his scruffy voice asked. “No!” I yelled as I stepped back into the bathroom. My hand was in a lot of pain, I looked at my now red and swollen hand. 

“It looks fine. You may need to wrap it and get it checked out tomorrow.” He said and I turned to look at him. I held my hand to close to my chest, “Are you scared of me?” He asked and I shook my head. 

“No. You scared me and hitting you was a reflex.” I say as I sat down on the edge of my bed. “Can I at least put some clothes on?” I ask and he nodded; he walked to the corner of my room in front of the mirror. How convenient. I thought to myself.

I heard a voice call down from the stairs: “Ms. Y/L/N? Are you up there?” Our maid Beatrice called. “I’m fine! I just got out of the shower and I am going to bed!” I shouted from my room. “Okay, I am leaving for the night.” She said and I heard the front door close.

I slipped a pair of shorts on and a tank top, he was silent, and didn’t make a sound “Where did you get that scar?” the Batman questioned. I turned around, “Were you watching me?” I asked and he turned to face me. “I wasn’t watching.. that’s not the point. How did you get it?” He asked and I crossed my arms.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned and I walked towards the light switch, but he swiftly came over and placed his hand over the switch. “Do you know you’re being followed?” He asked and I looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. “I am?” I asked and he nodded his head and he walked back over to the balcony.

“I think they may be some of Scarecrow’s men.” he said and I walked over to him. The moonlight illuminated his cowl and his eyes. I stared at him, “Why would they be after me or my family?”

He kept his gaze on the outside of the house, “That is what I am trying to figure out. So tell me, how did you get that scar.” He said as he turned to face me. He slowly lifted up the bottom corner of my shirt. His gloved fingers ran over the scar; I pushed his hand away. “I don’t have to tell you anything. My boyfriend will be here momentarily.” I lied and the Batman chuckled. “It could save your life.” he said and I walked over to the balcony door and opened it.

“If I am being watched, what do I do?” I asked as he stayed in the shadows of my room. “I will patrol a few nights around these areas. As of right now, I think they left.” He said as he intently watched the trees. 

“What made you think I was being watched?” I asked and the Batman turned his head towards me. “They had pictures of you hanging in their hideout.” He deadpanned.

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