#He already said what he'd do if the kids weren't back by Monday and I have no reason to doubt him over it

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If Phil has logged off, just what is it that will log in...?

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How Do You Feel About the Parking Lot? (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: language, drinking, angst, fluff

You were excited at first. Very excited. You showed off your ring to everyone and gushed over the fact that you were engaged. And while you were still wearing his mom's engagement ring, it was becoming obvious to Bradley that things were not quite as they should be.

"Hey," he said softly as he walked into the kitchen. It was exactly nine weeks ago that he'd proposed in the dining room and you'd happily accepted that ring that glittered on your finger right now. But tonight you just mumbled something at him without looking up from your computer where you sat at the island. It was nearly midnight on Friday, and he would have given anything for you to start planning this wedding with him. "Are you coming to bed soon? I thought we could talk about potential wedding dates."

"Oh," you replied without looking up at him. "I'm still putting this presentation together."

Bradley sighed. "Baby Girl, you've been working nonstop for weeks. I just want... a little bit of your time." He wanted a lot of things, actually. Like a long snuggle on the couch while you and he watched a movie, or a soak in the tub together. He'd love a blowjob or pinning your hands above your head while he slammed you into the bed. But mostly he'd love to plan his wedding to you, because more than anything, he wanted to get married this year. And it was already late September. 

You glanced up at him and adjusted your glasses. "How about tomorrow? I really need to get this done before my work trip."

"Sure," he whispered before pecking you on the cheek and heading off to climb into bed alone. 

But it only got worse from there. You worked all weekend. On Monday, you didn't come home until seven o'clock. Tuesday was eight o'clock. By Wednesday, he wasn't sure if you were even eating or sleeping any longer. And worse yet, you were leaving for Annapolis in a few days. Bradley wouldn't even see you for a week. Not that he really saw you now, he supposed. 

He ate a bowl of cereal for dinner before sinking down onto the couch with Tramp and a bottle of scotch. He turned on Real Housewives, but he wasn't really watching it. He took a sip, and it burned. But the next one didn't. And neither did the one after that. He started to feel better. But he'd stop when you got home. 

Another episode started, but it still wasn't holding his attention the way you would have, and that's when he realized it was once again seven o'clock, and you still weren't home. When his phone rang, he sloshed some of the alcohol onto his tee shirt reaching for it, and he was praying it was you calling to tell him you were on your way home. 

He pressed his lips together and then took a deep breath before he answered. "Hi, mom."

"Bradley! I haven't heard from the two of you in days! How's your lovely fiancée? And Tramp?"

The dog must have heard her voice through the phone, because he perked right up. But Bradley couldn't answer with anything other than a raspy, "Fine." 

The line went silent. "Are you sick? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, mom," he lied. "How are you? How's dad?"

"Well, I went to lunch with Brenda, and I got the scoop on all of her kids. And your dad needs hearing aids, but he keeps arguing with me about it. Maybe you can talk some sense into him, if he can even hear you."

"Okay," he replied, realizing the room had started spinning when he leaned back against the couch.

"Bradley, are you drunk?"

How could she possibly tell? His own wife-to-be couldn't seem to see what was going on, but Carole could tell by his voice from almost three thousand miles away. "I'm... fine, mom. I need to take Tramp for a walk. I love you and dad. Bye."

Then he ended the call, because he could feel tears in his eyes. And when you got home at nine, he was already asleep. 

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You needed to go to happy hour with your boss and coworkers on Friday, but you really didn't want to. You'd been pulling twelve hour days, and you were so exhausted, you just wanted to climb into bed with Bradley and sleep until you left for Maryland on a Saturday night red eye flight. You also really needed to tell him that he had to lay off the wedding planning until you finished this work project. It was just a few months of all these extra hours, and you desperately wanted to be promoted. 

Your plan was to stop home quickly and change out of your uniform before heading back out with everyone to celebrate that fact that you were going to present your research at the Naval Academy. When you pulled into the driveway in your shitty, little red car, the Bronco was already there. But when you looked around the house for Bradley, you didn't immediately see him. But then you heard his voice through the open sliding glass door. He was sitting on the back patio in just his gym shorts with his back to the door and a half empty bottle of scotch set on his knee. 

His voice sounded miserable as he said, "I tried, mom. She just... doesn't seem to want to. I don't know what I did wrong." 

You froze in place. He had to be talking about you. Embarrassment and sadness filled you as you listened to what he said next. 

"I really wanted to get married this year."

You ran down the hallway to the bedroom as you fought off your tears. You had to get changed and go right now while you still could. In another week, you'd have a little more time to talk to him about the fact that you couldn't plan a wedding and get married in the next three months with your current schedule. 

You left the house again without talking to him, but he was still sitting on the patio on the phone. And when he dropped you off at the airport the following evening, he didn't seem to want to let you go as he whispered, "I love you, Sweetheart," and ran his thumb along your ring. 

"I love you too, Roo. I'll be home in a week, and then we can talk about maybe planning a wedding for next year?"

He swallowed hard and nodded. "If that's what you want."

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When you landed in Maryland on Sunday morning, you were still exhausted and looking forward to crashing until your presentation on Monday. But Carole called you when you were at the baggage claim, and you knew you had to answer. A guilty feeling was about to eat you alive as you put on a bubbly voice and said, "Hi!"

"Have you arrived in Annapolis?" she asked straightaway, and you sighed because at least she didn't sound angry with you. 

"I did," you told her softly. "Still at the airport."

"Perfect," she replied. "I'll leave now, and I'll be there in less than fours hours, and we can go get lunch."

You were so stunned, you watched your bag go past without realizing you needed to pick it up. "You're going to drive up from Virginia?" you asked her slowly.

"Yes. I'm grabbing my keys right now. Bye, Goose! I'll be back later!" You listened to her call out to her husband, and then a few seconds later, you heard a door close and a car start. She was actually going to drive up here.

"Oh, okay," you muttered, pressing your lips together, embarrassed about where you'd left things with her son. "I'll... see you in a few hours."

You managed to take a short, restless nap while you waited for Carole to arrive. You changed into a simple dress and put on some makeup, but you didn't really feel any better until you met her at a restaurant in the city. She rushed down the sidewalk toward you with a bright smile on her face. "My sweet girl!" she called out, wrapping you up in a hug next to a few tables full of people enjoying their lunch outside. "It's been too long." She kissed your cheek and started to lead you inside. 

"Thanks for driving all the way up here," you told her, not bothering to fight the smile tugging your lips. She was absolute sunshine, and it was pointless to try to resist it. "You didn't have to do this."

"Nonsense," she said as the two of you made your way to a booth. "I wanted to see my future daughter-in-law."

You nodded and enjoyed some pleasant conversation. She told you all about Goose's appointment with an audiologist and about Brenda's kids. And after you finished your avocado toast and bowl of soup, she said, "Now, I think we should talk about what's really important."

Her voice wasn't unkind, and she was still smiling softly, but you knew what was coming as you whispered, "Okay."

Carole reached across the table and took your hand gently in hers. "I know you're smart and independent. And I also know that's part of why Bradley loves you so much. You don't need him. He's not offering you anything you can't get on your own or with someone else. You chose him, because you want him." Tears started to fill your eyes, and you had to swallow against the lump in your throat. "And he just wants you to be happy, so he would never tell you to your face that you're hurting him."

You tried to speak, but you just made a pathetic sound and started to sob. "I don't want to hurt him."

"I know you don't," she replied softly, squeezing your hand. "I know you're not trying to. But I think you need to tell him once and for all that you don't want to get married this year so he can finally get used to the idea of waiting a bit."

You buried your face in your free hand. Why were you trying to push it off anyway? It's not like you really cared where you got married or what the two of you were wearing. Planning some sort of huge celebration was not something you wanted to spend your time doing. You wanted to be with Bradley exactly as you were right now, just with two more rings and a certificate involved. 

When you looked up at Carole, you whispered, "I don't really think I actually want to wait. And I don't want you to hate me either."

"No," she gasped, standing and coming to sit next to your on your side of the booth. She kissed your tear streaked cheek and whispered, "I could never, my sweet darling girl. I think you just need to talk to Bradley, okay? Can you promise me you'll give him a few hours of your full attention? And maybe let him know how much he still means to you?"

"Yes," you croaked, and you let her hold you as you cried.

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The week without you was kind of miserable. Bradley managed to dump the rest of the bottle of scotch at Carole's urging over the phone. And he did notice that she and Goose started calling with a bit more frequency which he didn't really mind. But the best part was that fact that you called him every night before you went to bed. 

Every time he answered your calls, his heart thundered in his chest. And as soon as he called you Sweetheart, he could practically hear you smiling through the phone. "I can't wait to pick you up on Friday," he said over and over. If he just felt like he mattered to you again, then he could wait until next year to get married. That was no big deal in the grand scheme of things.

But when he met you in baggage claim at San Diego International late on Friday night, he was so surprised, he could barely speak. You ran for him with a garment bag in your arms, but you let it fall to the floor when you reached him. "Roo," you moaned as soon as you were in his grasp. "I missed you so much." You kissed him deeply. "I just got off the phone with your mom again. And I didn't tell you before, but I went to see my friend Caleb a few days ago," you said as you smirked.

"The tattoo artist?" he asked as he kissed your cheek fifteen times. When you nodded he asked, "What's in the garment bag?"

"My wedding dress."

"Holy shit." He scooped it up off the floor and held it tight. "You bought a dress?" he asked, trying to hold you and the garment bag both to his chest at the same time.

"Yes," you told him matter-of-factly as you tugged him toward the exit while you kissed his lips. "How do you feel about getting married in the parking lot in two months?"

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Upskirt ch8 - End

Marvel | Peter/pretty much everyone

Someone has been taking pictures up Peter's skirt when he's not looking and poor Peter has found their blog.

warnings/tags: public sex, dehumanization, bondage, spanking, spitroasting, gangbang, degradation, cum play, light watersports

There was a note in Peter's locker on Monday morning. Just reading it had him suppressing a moan. He shoved all of his things inside and slammed the door shut. Then he hurried through the halls, squeezing between chatting students without seeing a single face he passed.

The door to the teacher's lounge was marked "Facility and Staff Only", but when he tried it the door wasn't locked.

A few teachers sat around a table talking. The conversation faded as they saw Peter enter. Knowing looks passed between them, though Peter was unsure just what everyone knew.

"Peter!" Mr. Stark greeted. "I'm glad you could help out today."

"Yeah... of course, Mr. Stark." Peter walked around the table to join his teacher, hyper aware of how short his skirt was and how you could see right up the back when he walked. He sat down beside him as a few teachers excused themselves before the first bell. Then it was just him sitting beside Mr. Stark with Mr. Barnes and Mr. Banner across the table.

Mr. Stark put a hand on his thigh while they continued to talk. His hand traveled up until he was stroking the skin beneath his skirt. Peter looked at the other teachers feeling nervous and embarrassed, but things had gone well with Mr. Rogers. Maybe Mr. Stark was right and all of this teachers wanted to fuck him after all. He swallowed as his mouth began to water. He was so lost in thought that a startled squeak came out when his teacher rubbed the bulge in his panties.

Mr. Stark smirked. "You were a good boy weren't you?" he said in the same conversational tone as if it weren't horribly forbidden.

"Yes, sir," Peter said quietly.

"Tell Mr. Banner what you did. He loves that kind of thing."

Face burning, Peter looked at the other teacher. Mr. Banner had been his chemistry teacher the year before. He was soft spoken with a good sense of humor, but maybe it had meant something all those times he'd put his hands on Peter's shoulders and leaned just a little too close.

"I..." He gasped as Mr. Stark teased his fingers around the head of his cock. He spread his legs without thinking. All three teachers look amused.

"What did you do, Peter?" Mr. Banner encouraged.

"Mr. Stark told me I wasn't allowed to cum this weekend. So I didn't," he forced out. Mr. Stark rewarded by stroking him more purposely. He panted, already getting close.

"What a good boy," Mr. Banner praised. The smile on his face was so genuine. Peter soaked it up.

"And when did I tell you you could cum?" Mr. Stark said.

"When..." he gasped, too close, gonna cum- the hand on his cock when away. Peter swallowed and tried again. "When my teachers are fucking it out of me."

Mr. Barnes leaned towards him like he might climb right over the table before he recovered and straightened himself. His tongue dragged over his bottom lip. "You think you can handle being our little cum dump, sweetheart?"

Peter nodded without hesitating. "Yes please, Mr. Barnes."

He grinned, slow and filthy, looking at him like a piece of meat. "Come here."

Peter stood and walked around the table. He stopped in front of Mr. Barnes who's eyes wandered over his body. He was grabbed and bent over the table, the back of his skirt riding up to show off the black thong he was wearing, hard cock sticking out the top without enough fabric to hold it.

"Look at that." Mr. Barnes grabbed the thong, letting it snap back against his hole. He pulled the little strap aside and spit. Then his finger was pushing into his hole without warning. Peter gasped and grabbed the table.

"You're not a virgin are you?" Mr. Barnes teased. Peter hid his burning face against the table.

"Not anymore," Mr. Stark chuckled. "Tell him what happened, kid."

"Mr. Stark fucked me on the subway," Peter whined as his teacher moved his finger inside him. The man spit on his hole using it to push in deeper.

"What was that?" Mr. Barnes grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. He worked his finger around inside, spitting again, wet and filthy and pushing it inside.

Peter whined and bit his lip. He forced the words out. "Mr. Stark fucked me on the subway!"

"What a whore you are," Mr. Banner said.

"You're gonna be less than that today. Aren't you, darlin'?" Mr. Barnes purred. "You're gonna be a hole."

"Yes, sir," Peter moaned.

"Let's get our little fuck hole set up before next period. I'd hate to run out of time."

"Too bad for you," Mr. Barnes laughed. "I'm free until after lunch." He grabbed Peter by the neck and hauled him up. The boy let him drag him around the table to where Mr. Stark had set a chair aside. Mr. Barnes bent him over it.

The back of the chair was almost level with his hips. His skirt did nothing to cover him bent like this. Soft rope slid around his ankles, keeping him in place. He put his hands down on the seat of the chair and Mr. Banner tied his wrists to the tops of chair legs.

"There." Mr. Stark slapped his bare ass. "Now he's one with the furniture." He pulled his thong to the side and rubbed his hole with his thumb. Peter shivered when he pushed just inside. "Since you have plenty of time, I'm sure you don't mind waiting."

Mr. Barnes sat down and kicked his feet up. "Not at all," he said with a grin.

It didn't take long for Mr. Stark to lube himself and start pushing his way inside. Peter moaned, open mouthed and glassy eyed. He pushed deeper and deeper, until Peter's legs were shaking. He almost came when his teacher moaned.

"That's a good fucking hole." He held onto his hips and fucked him slow and deep. Peter's hands squeezed the seat of the chair. He whined with each thrust. The other teachers watched him, patient but hungry. The need in Mr. Barnes's eyes looked violent, but Mr. Banner was completely in control.

Mr. Stark sighed as he steadily picked up the pace. Peter hoped the nearest classroom couldn't hear the sounds he was making if only because someone might interrupt them. His cock ached where it was trapped in his panties, but the fabric gave just a hint of friction and he was so pent up that it was enough.

"Please, Mr. Stark," he gasped. "Can I cum please?"

Mr. Banner stood and grabbed him by the throat. "You don't dare," he growled. "Fucking slut, have some self control. You sound like you're in heat like some kind of animal."

Peter whimpered. "Please, please," he moaned. "Please, sir."

The teacher slapped him and his cheek stung. He stared at the man shocked and no less turned on for it. "You haven't earned it yet."

He reached down and opened his pants. One hand still held his throat while the other took out his cock. Peter licked his lips and Mr. Banner smirked. He opened his mouth, but the man ignored the eager hole. He took his cock and rubbed it against his face, making Peter's face burn with the indignity of it. He smacked it against his cheek.

"You want this?"

"Yes please, Mr. Banner."

"Then suck it. I'm not gonna do the work for you."

Peter turned and caught the head of his cock between his lips. He sucked it into his mouth and struggled to take it deeper with the hand on his throat. Mr. Banner let him go so he could move his head. He swallowed him down into his throat, eager to prove his worth, but the man barely seemed impressed. It was hard with Mr. Stark fucking him from behind, but he did his best, bobbing his head and sucking, fast and eager, moaning around the cock in his mouth.

He squealed when a hand struck his cheek. He looked up at his teacher to see him watching him almost impassively. He tried harder, licking and sucking down the hard length until finally he earned a quiet sigh and the man pushed just a little bit deeper into his mouth. There wasn't much he could do with his hands tied and Mr. Stark fucking him and all he wanted to do was cum.

"Look at that," Mr. Barnes mused. "Have you ever seen anything prettier?"

Mr. Banner pulled his cock from Peter's mouth and gripped his chin. He looked over at Mr. Stark with a grin. "I think we might."

"Has he earned it?" Mr. Stark teased. He slowed as they chatted and Peter lost focus on the conversation as he struggled to get more of what he needed. He whined, unable to move, to push back on Mr. Stark's dick. Mr. Banner slapped him again.

"Oh let him cum," Mr. Barnes said. "He'll be wishing he couldn't by the end of the day." Peter looked at the cruel smirk on his face and wondered if that was even possible.

He squealed, eyes going wide, as Mr. Stark starting fucking him hard and fast. The chair rocked against the floor. The hands on his hips were the only thing keeping him from falling over. Mr. Banner stroked his cock, still wet with Peter's spit. He panted, barely breathing, as he his teacher fucked his ass until he came screaming, legs shaking, hands struggling against his ties. He whimpered as he came down, cock still brutalizing his ass. Tears ran down his face, but the pair watching him only cheered Tony on.

He got hard again so fast that Tony wasn't even finished before he was ready for more. Then his teacher was cumming, hot and deep in his ass, fucking it in deep and moaning low in his throat.

Mr. Stark pulled his cock out and rubbed his fingers around his swollen hole.

"Mm, look at that. Don't even need a plug at this angle." Mr. Stark leaned over him. "We're gonna send you home full of cum, sweetheart. How many loads do you think you can take?"

Peter moaned. "All of them. Please, sir."

"That's a good boy," Mr. Barnes praised. "I hope you're ready. Half the teachers in the school are waiting for their turns."

Mr. Stark walked around in front of him. He grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. "Be a good boy. I'll be back to check on you later."

"He'll be well taken care of. Don't worry, Tony," Mr. Barnes said. The tone of his voice had Peter licking his lips.

"Good. He needs it bad." Mr. Stark smacked his cheek in parting before leaving them alone just in time for class to end.

The sound of feet and slamming lockers came from out in the hall. Mr. Barnes finally left the table. He stood behind him, hands roaming over his bare thighs. Peter's body hummed with the racing of his heart.

"Please, sir," he pleaded.

Mr. Barnes pressed his hips against him. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable against Peter's ass. "Something you want, sweetheart?"

"Your cock please, Mr. Barnes."

It was hot against his skin when he took it out and rested it against Peter's ass. He let it slip between his thighs, rubbing against Peter's already hardening cock. Peter moaned when he finally pushed his way into his ass. He could feel Mr. Stark's cum squishing around it.

"Damn," Mr. Barnes moaned. "That's some good fucking pussy."

Mr. Banner laughed. "Don't make your husband jealous."

Mr. Barnes rolled his hips and Peter felt like his mind was breaking. He laid over the chair, moaning and drooling as his teacher used him like a toy.

"I don't think he'll be jealous when we're spit roasting the kid later," Mr. Barnes laughed.

"He's a cute little whore isn't he?" Mr. Banner said. He lifted Peter's chin and stared into his glassy eyes. He brought his cock again to his open mouth. "Just keep it open. Let's see what kind of mess we can make."

Peter did as he was told while his teacher fucked his mouth. He gagged on his cock and spit ran from his open lips. Mr. Banner fucked his throat, nasty and gagging, making a mess of him and the floor below while Mr. Barnes fucked his ass picking up speed at the sound of Peter's wet gagging. He just hung between them, feeling no more than furniture just like Mr. Stark said. He was just wet holes and their lack of consideration for him and his body was bringing him right back to the edge.

He was lost in the sensations. The choking, the drooling, the way Mr. Barnes pounded his ass like he didn't care if it hurt while Mr. Banner fucked his mouth like making him drool was more important than cumming. He felt like such a toy.

Mr. Banner grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. He stroked his spit wet cock as he looked down at him. "Stick your tongue out," he ordered and Peter obeyed. His teacher spit into his open mouth. "Stay just like that," he panted. He hardly made a sound as he came.

Peter squeezed his eyes shut as cum splattered on his face. Most of it was in his mouth but Mr. Banner came a lot and it was sticky on his skin. He ordered him to swallow, but left the mess on his face and that's when Peter came again completely unexpectedly.

"Fucking look at that," Mr. Barnes said. He slowed down while Peter came, smearing his own cum down his thighs.

Mr. Banner smiled. He leaned back against the table. "Poor thing. I think he might regret that."

Mr. Barnes laughed. "What do you think, kid? How's my cock feel now?"

Peter gasped as his teacher started fucking him again. His legs trembled. He was so much more sensitive after cumming twice, but Mr. Barnes didn't slow while he whimpered.

"That's a good fucking hole," he groaned. Peter moaned as he felt more cum filling him up. He was all sticky and full inside but he wanted more.

"I better head to class. It's book report day," Mr. Banner said.

Mr. Barnes laughed. "You mean you'd rather listen to yet another analysis of Lord of the Flies than do this?"

"If he's still conscious by the end of the day, I'll have my second round. See ya," Mr. Banner left them alone, but as the door shut it was quickly opened again and Dr. Octavius came in.

He stopped and looked at Peter almost fondly. "There's our Peter. Look at him. Having a good time, my boy?" He came closer and patted his head like you might a dog.

"Yes, sir," Peter answered.

"Good, good. That's what I like to hear."

"I was just finishing up," Mr. Barnes said. He pulled his cock from Peter's ass. Peter whined, already addicted to the feeling of being stuffed. "He's all yours." Mr. Barnes walked around him and sat on the table where he could watch.

Dr. Octavius walked around behind him and stuffed two fingers into Peter's ass without preamble. He gasped, squirming against the chair.

"He's ready and warmed up, Otto. No need to take him out first," Mr. Barnes teased.

"Just testing the water." A finger rubbed against his prostate and he squealed. Dr. Octavius had him panting in seconds.

"Please fuck me, sir!"

His teacher chuckled. "Tony said you were a needy thing. No surprise there. I'm a little jealous I didn't think to stick my hand up your skirt first."

Dr. Octavius was surprisingly thick. Peter's legs trembled as he stuffed his ass. He liked it slow and deep, the kind of fucking that made his brain melt until he was hanging over the chair drooling on himself.

The door opened again and another teacher came in.

"I heard there was a party," Mr. Beck said.

"Glad you could make it," Mr. Barnes greeted. "We've got an open hole for you."

Mr. Beck came to join them. He pulled Peter's head up by the hair and looked down at him with disgust.

"I don't want to put my mouth in that. He's a mess," Mr. Beck complained. "We'll have to clean him up first." He walked away to go to the fridge and came back with a bottle of water. Some of it went up his nose as he poured half of it over his face. Then he pressed the bottle to his lips.

"Drink up, hole." Mr. Beck smirked at him. Peter shivered, feeling somehow more objectified as he obeyed. Beck didn't let him stop until it was empty. "That's gonna be really fun in about thirty minutes." He laughed and tossed the bottle away.

He hooked his fingers in the sides of his mouth, forcing him to open. Then he stuffed his cock inside. Peter thought he knew rough, but Mr. Beck fucked his face like he wanted to hurt him. His throat was going to be bruised after this, but he kind of loved it.

"Well, I'm late for class," Mr. Barnes said. "I better get going before my students run off. Take care of our gloryhole."

"Oh he's in good hands," Mr. Beck said in a tone that wasn't very convincing.

They spit roasted him, Dr. Octavius fucking him with deep lingering thrusts that made his cock throb while Mr. Beck fucked his face hard and face while tears ran down his cheeks. Dr. Octavius finished first, cumming inside him and filling him up even more. Then he sat and watched while Mr. Beck pulled Peter's mouth open with his fingers and fucked his throat so that spit ran down onto the floor.

He was so tired from all of the abuse that he thought he might pass out. Then Beck abandoned his slack mouth to stuff his cock in his ass way too quickly. And that's when Peter realized what he meant when he forced all that water down his throat.

Every thrust of his teacher's cock pushed against his bladder. He held on, terrified that it would all come rushing out.

"That's a lot of whimpering. Got something you need to say, kid?" Mr. Beck said.

"Please," he whined. "I need to pee."

"Aww. That's just too bad isn't it?" Mr. Beck reached around and pushed against his lower belly. Peter moaned. He was pretty sure he felt a little bit leak out. His misery only seemed to encourage the man. He held him with fingers digging into his bladder while he fucked him.

"Pleasepleaseplease," he couldn't stop himself from begging. Mr. Beck came blessedly fast, adding to the cum that was running down his thigh now.

"Look at all this mess." Beck stuffed his fingers inside and pulled out more cum just to smear it on his skin. "You're disgusting, Peter. And your own cum is dried all over the chair. That's school property, you know."

“Please, sir. It hurts,” Peter whined.

“Poor thing,” Mr. Beck mocked. “You’re not a very impressive whore to be getting distracted. Don’t you know how to please your partners? We want to see you cum. We're not letting you pee until you do.” His hand wrapped around Peter’s cock, trying to force it out of him, but it only hurt.

"I can't!" Peter sobbed. He turned his watery eyes to the other teacher, but there was no mercy there either.

"Poor Peter," Dr. Octavius teased. "You'd better figure it out before you pop."

Mr. Beck kept stroking him. He was way too fast. Peter could feel the orgasm trying to force its way out, but it was like it was stuck. Almost like the way he'd felt on the train with Mr. Stark.

"Here, let me help since you can't figure it out." Dr. Octavius left the table to stand behind him. He stuffed two fingers in his sore hole and curled them. Peter squealed when he found his prostate, stroking his fingers over it. His whole body shook and he felt like he might cry. Then he was cumming. Only it didn't feel very good and when it stopped he wanted to scream. His hips rocked against the chair, but it was no use. They both took their hands away and left him frustrated while they laughed.

"That was very disappointing, Peter," Mr. Beck tisked. "You couldn't even follow instructions." He walked around to where Peter could see him. In his hand was Peter's cum. He grabbed him by the hair and rubbed it onto his face, holding it mouth open to smear it over his tongue. The humiliation burned him and it might have turned him on if he could even feel his dick anymore.

"Please, can I go pee now?" Peter begged.

"No. You need to be punished first for being disobedient." His hand struck his ass and Peter gasped. Mr. Beck just smirked as he walked around behind him. His spanking was just as brutal and everything else he'd given him, focusing on one spot until he squealed before moving to the next.

The end of the school day came way too quickly. He was in heaven, cock drunk and hanging between Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers while they spit roasted him. They had untied him to let him use the bathroom and now he was laying across the table. He wasn't aware of Mr. Stark coming to check on him until he started talking.

"Looks like he had a good day," he said.

Mr. Barnes laughed. "I definitely did. Left him with Otto and Quentin for a few hours though. He might be a little bruised."

"Every boy needs a little discipline," Mr. Rogers said. "Especially a slut like this one."

Peter moaned as his teacher pressed his palms into his sore ass. Mr. Beck had spanked him good. He only stopped when Dr. Octavius stepped in. Not that he had cared either way. He forgot all about needing to pee until he finally stopped. Pain and pleasure were all the same now. His cock couldn't even get hard anymore and it felt good. He just wanted to be used forever.

A hand ran through his hair. "I should take him home with me," Mr. Stark said. "Make sure he's alright."

"As long as you bring him back on Monday," Mr. Barnes said.

"You know... he doesn't really have to go to class. Not when all of his teachers prefer him right here," Mr. Rogers said.

"You think they give out college scholarships for being the best cum dump?" Mr. Barnes said.

"What do you think, Peter?" Mr. Stark asked. "Are you looking forward to your career as a cum dump?"

Mr. Barnes took his cock from his mouth. Peter looked up at them all as if barely awake. "Yes please, Mr. Stark."

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Hi, i was wondering if you could write a fic in which (criminal minds) reid is really sick and hes late into work and so morgan goes to check on him and finds him glassy eyed and confused, he probably dosent realise hes late so morgan takes care of him and thinks about all the times reid as a kid would have had to take care of himself and like times he shoukd probably have been in the hospital but his mom couldnt take him because of the scitzophrenia (sp?) And so he isnt used to being taken care of and gets really confused as to everything morgan is doing (like morgan puts his hand on his forhead to measure his fever and reid is really confused and dosent understand why he is doing it or why he is there at all.) Sorry if thats too specific and feel free to take your own liberties, just thought it would be interesting and i think it would work great from the writing of yours i have read. <3 thank you.

Thanks for the prompt! Hope it was what you were looking for. I'm not even gonna apologize for how long this took to get out lol. This is just who I am. I will probably never change. But I appreciate that some of you still care enough to send me prompts.

CW: Canon typical mentions of k*illing and unsubs. Very brief.

Maybe Tomorrow Will Be Better

Spencer Reid was asleep on his couch when he was awakened by a knock at the door. At first he was very confused to find himself on the couch at all, since he wasn't the type to fall asleep in places that weren't his bed. It all came flooding back, though, when pain seared through his throat as he tried to swallow. Right on cue, his head started to throb and a chill raced its way up his spine– of course. He was sick. Had been for a while. He'd been asleep on the couch for a while, too. At least a day, he thought. Time was foggy ever since the fever kicked in. 

The person on the other side of the door knocked again, making Spencer jump. He'd almost forgotten about them. He got his feet underneath himself and stood, shuffling to the door with a chesty cough. The nuisance that had started it all. He'd really been hoping he wouldn't need breathing treatments this time, but it was seeming more and more inevitable, as the cough was getting worse, not better. 

At last he reached the door and unlocked it, swinging it open, too tired to bother with his usual safety rituals. If an unsub was going to kill him, today he'd go down without a fight, awful as he felt. 

But of course it wasn't an unsub. It was Derek Morgan, which was somehow even more unbelievable. 

"Morgan? What are you doing here?" Reid croaked, his voice only a husk of what it usually was. 

"I was going to ask you the same question, kid. But I can see the answer for myself." Morgan quickly assessed his teammate, from the disheveled hair to the fever flush over his cheeks, to the way he clutched the doorway for support, trembling faintly. He'd never seen anyone looking more sick. "Still, you should've called someone. We were all waiting for you, and we got worried when your phone was turned off."

"Waiting where? Where was I supposed to be?" Reid asked groggily, panic rising in his chest.

"... At the bureau? Just like every Monday?" Morgan said with a worried frown.

"Wait, it's already Monday?" Reid's eyes widened as he ran a shaking hand through his hair. "I– I thought it was only Sunday…." His breath began to whistle in his chest in panic. 

Now it was Morgan's eyes that widened. He reached out to clasp Spencer's shoulder reassuringly. "Hey, hey, take it easy kid. It's okay. No harm, no foul. It happens. Everyone misses things when they're sick. Calm down."

Reid sagged weakly against the door frame now, too tired now to support his own weight. "I don't miss things. I can't miss things," he mumbled, barely audible. 

Morgan's eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, let's get you back to bed. You need to lie down."

"I can get there myself," Reid muttered. He pushed himself off the door frame and shuffled over to collapse onto his makeshift bed, heaping the blankets back over himself with a miserable cough. 

Without hesitation, Derek followed him in and perched on a chair across from him. "Do you need anything? Water, medicine?"

"I've got it under control," Spencer said huskily. "You can go, Morgan. Give the team my apologies. I'll be back to the office as soon as I can. Hopefully tomorrow."

"You're not going anywhere like this," the other agent said. "You can barely stand, man. Have you been to the doctor?"

"Haven't gotten that far yet. I will today if it doesn't start to clear up," Reid managed around a yawn.

"I'll take you right now. I can already see this isn't going to clear up on its own." Morgan stood quickly. "What can I grab for you? The sooner we go, the better." 

“You don’t have to grab anything for me. I can handle this on my own.” 

Spencer’s frustration was evident, weakened though it was behind the sickness and fatigue, but instead of being annoyed by his stubbornness like he usually would have been, Morgan’s heart softened further. He sat back down on the chair, scrutinizing the other man. 

"I guess you're pretty used to doing the sick day thing by yourself, aren't you?" Morgan said slowly. "Not me. My mom wouldn't let us lift a finger if we had even a little cold. I kinda like being taken care of when I'm sick, so I guess I assume everyone else feels the same way." 

Spencer was quiet for a long time. So long, Derek wondered if he fell back asleep, until he coughed long and hard. 

"My mom… couldn't do that kind of stuff. I'm used to taking care of myself," Reid finally croaked. 

Morgan nodded. "I get that. But I gotta wonder… your mom would have taken care of you when you were sick like this if she could have, right?"

"Of course!" Reid said indignantly. "Of course she would have. It was just her mental health. She didn't have the capacity back then." 

"Exactly. Because everyone wants to make sure the people they care about are taken care of. Sickness brings that out in all of us. That's why I'm still sitting here right now, and why I'm taking you to the doctor before I leave. I care about you, Reid. That, and my mama taught me everyone should get a little extra attention when they're sick." 

Instead of replying, Spencer broke into another harsh coughing fit. In no time he was struggling to breathe, so Derek rushed to his side and helped him sit up with a gentle arm behind his shoulders, holding him up until the coughing subsided. Even when he was quiet, though, the hectic flush lingered on the sick man's face, and the dizzy look in his eyes worried Derek. Before he could second guess himself, Morgan pressed a broad palm to the younger man's forehead. 

From under his hand, Reid gave him a confused look. "What did you do that for?" the doctor asked after Morgan pulled his hand away. 

"Haven't you ever had anyone feel you for a fever before?" came the reply. 

"If you wanted to check my fever, you should have used a thermometer. That would be far more accurate than your hand," Reid said, still clearly confused. 

Morgan chuckled. "You may know more than me about a lot of things, Reid, but there's some things I'll need to teach you about being taken care of when you're sick. Now let me help you up and find you a coat so we can take you to urgent care. That is the nastiest cough I've ever heard."

[jeysbvck]

if you're lost, you can look (and you will find me)

A/N: the eddie munson brainrot is real! i started writing this at 2am on monday morning, and i've been working on it all week. i had a lot of ideas for this, and i had to take a lot out, so i might be doing a part 2, with more plot! thank you to @mayhem24-7forever, @rishlurh, @aprilfire18 & @talespinner230 for giving me a kick up the butt when i needed motivation and validation<3 not beta read because i'm impatient and didn't wanna wait any longer to post!

warnings: mention of parental death, marijuana use, language, angst, fluff (like full cheesy fluff), no s4 spoilers, it's basically a really self indulgent fic bc why the hell not?

word count: 3.5k

summary: It was a record of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper, and your grin got wider, for no reason other than he had bought you a record, and maybe a little at the thought of Eddie Munson buying a Cyndi Lauper record. You turned the record over in your hands as you looked up at Eddie.

"Thanks Munson." You said, then you chuckled. "Why this song, though? I mean, it's a fucking great song, but..." You trailed off.

Eddie shrugged, a small blush creeping over his cheeks as he tried to hide behind his mass of curls and ringed hand.

"It just reminded me of you." He mumbled.

You had been at this party for an hour and you were already regretting the decision to come. You had allowed your friend, well, more accurately colleague, to drag you here, and within twenty minutes they had disappeared on you, leaving you completely alone at a high school party. So now here you were, smoking a blunt in a stranger's garden.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or is this Y/N at a party?!"

Eddie Munson. He'd been your best friend since the beginning of high school when you ended up partnered up in Science. You quickly realized you had a lot in common and became inseparable. You both liked the same music, you both played Dungeons and Dragons, and you were both seen as freaks by most people in school. You weren't really friends anymore though, you had dropped out of school - and life - after your Dad's passing.

You rolled your eyes as you took the smoke into your lungs. "What's up Munson, you not babysitting tonight?" You asked as you exhaled.

"Ha ha, very funny. You know, some people would say it's adorable I'm friends with kids." Eddie replied and you sniggered.

"Others would say creepy." You said, and Eddie gasped as he joined you on the floor, your backs against the wall. You offered him the blunt and he took it from your fingers, thanking you as he took a long drag.

"I know you miss D&D." Eddie said while he held the smoke in his lungs. "You should join us, you know, for old times’ sake."

Mental images of you and Eddie playing Dungeons and Dragons filled you with so much nostalgia and a sense of happiness that seemed like a lifetime ago. You took another drag and blew the smoke out slowly.

"When are you gonna let go of the past, Munson? Things change. People change." You said with a shrug.

"Is that you trying to tell me you've changed?" Eddie asked, not even attempting to hide his laugh. You looked at him, with your head resting back on the wall and you raised your eyebrow at him. You watched as he took a drag of the blunt, before breathing the smoke out slowly, a surprisingly mesmerizing moment. Before your mind could take you to places you had avoided for months, Eddie spoke again.

"Okay, is your favorite band Fleetwood Mac?" Eddie asked.

"Of course."

"Is your favorite film A New Hope?" He asked, and you flicked your tongue over your lips as you smirked.

"Yep." You replied and he grinned.

"Oh really? Or is your favorite film actually Dirty Dancing?!" Eddie shouted, gleefully and you laughed.

"Dirty Dancing is a fantastic film with an incredible soundtrack!" You replied,

"Okay, okay, do you still have your teddy bear? What was its name...?"

"Mr. Fuzzy." You mumbled and Eddie cackled as he threw his head back against the wall. "What exactly are you trying to prove, Munson?"

"I thought it was obvious...that you haven't changed as much as you think you have." He replied, the blunt dangling in between his lips. You took it from his mouth and shook your head.

"Just because some things haven't changed, doesn't mean I haven't." You replied, defensively.

"Nah, you hide behind the walls you've built, but you're still the same person who loved Dungeons and Dragons and who used to hide behind a pillow when we watched horror films." Eddie said softly.

“Yeah well, I only watched them because you wanted to.” You revealed, and Eddie’s face softened, which is something you’d noticed happened pretty frequently when you spoke to each other.

You wished he was right, but he wasn't. You had let your trauma and grief consume you, you'd put a barrier between you and the world, including the only person you had left to care about, Eddie Munson. You knew that if you just opened up, Eddie wouldn't hesitate to be there for you; he'd done it before, after all. But you didn't want to be a burden, and honestly, you'd started to believe you were cursed. Everyone you ever loved; first your mother and now your dad, had died, and you as ridiculous as it was, had let the demons in your head convince you it was your fault.

"You don't know me anymore." You said to him, and he scoffed slightly.

"Whose fault is that?" He asked. You knew he didn't mean anything by it, but it struck a nerve. Of course, it did, you knew it was your fault.

"I'm gonna go." You said as you stubbed the end of the blunt against the wall, and you stood up. "Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Munson, really." You said, with a sad smile.

"See you around, Darling." He replied, and as you walked away, you couldn't help but smile at his use of his old nickname for you.

****

For the next two days, all you did was think about Eddie fucking Munson, and how he used that nickname. You weren't stupid, you knew exactly what he was trying to do, and it had worked. It had unlocked something inside you, something you'd kept successfully locked away for a year; and yet all it had taken was one god damn nickname.

As you made your weekly drive to The Hideout, you thought about the conversation that led to the nickname Eddie had come up with for you.

"I remind you of...Peter Pan?" Eddie spluttered. "The guy in the green tights? Is this supposed to be a nice way of telling me I need to grow up?"

"Well..." You replied before you giggled at his wide-eyed look. "I'm not, I promise! I just mean...well, you're daring and adventurous, you're charming and you're carefree, and I swear you're gonna be eternally youthful, just like Peter Pan! You explained.

Eddie pondered your reasonings before he grinned. "So, if I'm Peter Pan...does that make you my Wendy?" Eddie questioned.

"Wendy? I'm not Wendy!" You pouted. "I'm clearly Tinkerbell!"

"No, no, you're Wendy! You're caring, you're responsible, but when you're with me, you seem to relax, you're a little more wild and adventurous, just like Wendy!"

"I'm stubborn, constantly irritated, hot-tempered, and determined! Just like Tinkerbell!" You argued.

"Tinkerbell was also in love with Peter Pan, are you trying to tell me something with your comparison?"

"Wendy was his love interest too, Eddie."

"Okay, that's a fair point." Eddie chuckled. "You do bring up some good points, m'lady, but I stand by that you're Wendy."

"Ugh, I hate you." You mumbled, crossing your arms. Eddie laughed and flung his arm over your shoulders as he pulled you into his side.

"I know, Darling." He replied, and the blush on your cheeks and the feeling in your chest meant you didn't really mind being his Wendy.

You parked the car next to the back alley of the building and climbed out of it, waving to Tommy, the 40-something-year-old owner of The Hideout, who was smoking next to the dumpsters, seemingly hiding his habit from his wife of 15 years, Ruth.

"Hey, Trouble." He greeted you, pushing his greying hair out of his face. You'd known Tommy since you were 8, with him being best friends with your dad. You couldn't remember why he called you Trouble, but you didn't mind. It was the last little link to your dad that you had left. "How you doing?"

"I'm alright, are you hiding from Ruth?" You questioned, glancing pointedly at the cigarette in between his fingers.

"Maybe a little bit." Tommy chuckled. "Are you still hiding from Eddie?"

Your cheeks started to flush, but you shook your head vehemently. "I'm not hiding from anyone."

Tommy's booming laugh echoed through the alleyway as he took a drag. "Well, just in case you are, he was loitering around the kitchen before."

"Thanks, Tommy."  You said, with a smile as you opened the door. Then you stopped and turned to face him again. "You, uh- haven't told him, have you? That I come every week?"

"Not hiding from anyone, huh?" Tommy grinned. "Don't you worry Trouble, my lips are sealed. Although, you should talk to him. Take it from this old man, it'd mean a lot to Eddie."

"I'll think about it." You promised, earning a wink from Tommy before you headed inside. Luckily, you could hear the bands soundcheck as you walked through the kitchen, so there was no chance of bumping into Eddie, and you managed to slip in undetected.

You kept telling yourself that you didn't know why you'd stopped talking to Eddie, but you were lying to yourself. It was difficult -between your dad passing away and being forced out of the house you grew up in, and moving to the trailer park, and your rapidly growing feelings for Eddie - you felt truly alone for the first time in your life. Really, this should've brought you closer to Eddie; he lived in the trailer park and he was your friend, he'd been there for you before. Instead, you pulled away, distanced yourself, and used your grief as an excuse. It was a valid excuse, but an excuse all the same. You soon became a shell of the person you used to be, and you hated it; but you didn't want to be a burden to Eddie, and you were scared that if you let yourself be happy and move on, you'd forget your dad.

But on one Tuesday night, three months after you'd last seen Corroded Coffin play at The Hideout, you found yourself driving past after a shift at the animal shelter. Your curiosity got the better of you and you turned into the parking lot, entered the bar, and hid in the back. When you saw Eddie on stage, having the time of his life, your frozen heart began to melt. He looked like he completely belonged up there, and you realized how much you missed him. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to talk to him, so instead, every Tuesday night, you'd sneak through the kitchen, hide at the back of the bar in the shadows, then slip out before Eddie could see you. And when Eddie initiated conversation every so often, you never once brought it up.

Something about tonight was different, though. While watching Eddie on stage, you noticed he seemed distracted, looking into the crowd as if he was looking for someone specific. You couldn't help but wonder if he'd invited someone, if he had a crush or a girlfriend. You tried to ignore the sick feeling bubbling in your stomach, the feeling you recognized as jealousy. You and Eddie were barely friends, which was completely on you; you had no right to be jealous, and Eddie deserved happiness.

You sighed and slipped through the crowd, towards the kitchen door, making an early exit, but not before taking one last look at Eddie on the stage, who was scanning the crowd again, only this time, his eyes were planted on where you'd just been standing. As you turned out the door, you didn't see Eddie had noticed you as you left.

****

After a stressful day at the animal shelter, you were looking forward to a quiet night, but when you pulled up to your trailer and saw Eddie sitting on the steps waiting for you, you had a feeling a quiet day wasn't on the cards. You were puzzled though, he usually kept your interactions to - at the most - once a week, so this was unusual.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, slamming the car door behind you.

"I was having a smoke, and I knew you'd be home soon." He replied, jumping off the step, holding his hands behind his back.

"What, 'cos you know me so well?" You snipped and he shrugged.

"Well, yeah, but also because I heard your shitty car from five miles away!" He retorted and you rolled your eyes. You walked past him, which made him jump backward, keeping whatever he was hiding behind his back away from you. This piqued your interest and you raised your eyebrow as you tried to peek around him, but he just grinned as he stepped backward some more.

"Alright Munson, what's going on?"

"I haven't heard you play your record player for a while, do you still have it?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah...why?"

"I have something for you. Consider it a birthday gift."

"Are you forgetting my birthday was four months ago?" You smirked.

"Are you forgetting you weren't exactly talking to me then?" He snapped back, a twinkle in his stupidly beautiful brown eyes.

"I'm barely talking to you now, so why the gift?" You retorted.

"Just...here."

He pulled a bag from behind his back and you took it from his outstretched hand, ignoring and definitely not wondering if he felt the sparks that you felt when your hands touched. You furrowed your brow and glanced up at him as he watched you pull out the gift with big brown eyes and bated breath.

It was a record of Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper, and your grin got wider, for no reason other than he had bought you a record, and maybe a little at the thought of Eddie Munson buying a Cyndi Lauper record. You turned the record over in your hands as you looked up at Eddie.

"Thanks Munson." You said, then you chuckled. "Why this song, though? I mean, it's a fucking great song, but..." You trailed off.

Eddie shrugged, a small blush creeping over his cheeks as he tried to hide behind his mass of curls and ringed hand.

"It just reminded me of you." He mumbled. Your eyes widened as you pursed your lips, stifling a laugh. "I heard it on the radio, alright? In the truck on the way to band practice!"

"Sure, whatever you say." You giggled. "You wanna come in and listen to it with me?"

Eddie gasped, and you threw your head back in exasperation as Eddie staggered backwards, dramatically. "Whoa, hold up. Are we about to hang out?"

"Are you going to make a big deal out of it?"

"Me? When have you known me to ever make a big deal out of anything?!" He shouted, and you were pretty sure the whole of Hawkins heard him.

"Oh my God, Munson." You laughed, unlocking your trailer door. "Just get in here, and you better have some smokes, you're not stealing all mine!"

***

A few hours had passed, and truthfully, you could've stayed in this bubble forever. With you lying on the floor, and Eddie lying on the couch, a cigarette hanging lazily from his mouth; the record player played quietly in the corner, you were starting to feel a resemblance of how you used to before everything went to shit.

"So...I know you were at my show last night." Eddie said. He'd tried to make it sound casual, but you knew that he'd be wanting to say something since he got here.

Just play dumb, just play dumb. "Was I?"

"Yep. Your car was parked behind the building, near the back exit for the kitchen."

Fuck.

"Oh."

"Oh? OH? That's all you have to say?!" Eddie exclaimed, his head whipping up off the arm of the couch to look at you. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Where were you stood? I couldn't see you anywhere."

"Um-"

"What did you think? We've gotten better, right?" Eddie was swarming you with questions and you groaned loudly.

"Oh my God, Munson, chill out with the fucking questions!" You half yelled, and his face dropped slightly.

"I'm sorry! I just don't know why you wouldn't mention it. Your first show in a year and you don't tell me you're coming? We've been friend-"He caught himself, and sighed. "-we've been back on talking terms for ages now, I just don't understand why you hid?"

"Drop it, Munson." You warned.

"You know, it's really fucking suspicious that you won't answer me."

"I just don't want to talk about it."

"Well, why not?" Eddie pestered. He began to say your name, over and over, shoving you with his foot that dangled off the couch.

"Oh my God, fine!" You yelled. "Maybe that wasn't the first show I've been to."

Silence fell over the trailer as the record scratched, signaling the end of the album. You glanced up at Eddie, who was staring at you, or rather, through you. He had big, Bambi eyes anyway, but you had never seen them this wide. His jaw was practically on the floor, and you sat up just enough to put your fingers under his chin and close his mouth.

"It's not that serious, Munson." You said, leaning across the table to grab the half-smoked blunt and a lighter. You sparked the blunt and took three tokes, before offering it to Eddie.

"You, uh- you've been to our shows?" He squeaked.

You nodded and watched closely as he bobbed his head and smoked. Then he looked back at you, passing the blunt back to you. "When did you start coming again?"

"Does it matter?" You asked.

"It does to me." He replied. You groaned as he shrugged, his face very much mirroring a puppy begging for attention. There was something about Eddie that you always had a hard time saying no to, especially when he pulled this goddamn face on you.

"I hadn't been to a show in three months." You muttered, stubbing the end of the blunt into the ashtray.

"You've been coming for that long, and you didn't say anything?!"

"Of course I didn't! In case you haven't noticed, I've been a fucking mess!" You exploded, and the words tumbled out, like all your thoughts and feelings had finally spilled over, and they needed to come out. "I just...I got curious, and I got to the door, and I could hear you playing, and I just, I needed to see you. So I stayed in the back, hiding behind people, and I saw you on the stage looking so fucking badass and happy! I found myself coming back every week, to watch you, to see you. It was the only way I felt comfortable seeing you, and it didn't feel creepy, because you were on the stage. It's not like I had binoculars staring at you through the fucking trailer window! It's not like I ever stopped caring about you, or lov-" You caught yourself before you finished that thought, and you sighed.

At some point, Eddie had moved from the couch, to right next to you on the floor. He stared at you, fascinated, and a little amused by this rare insight into your brain, into your heart.

"You wanted to see me?" He grinned and you flung your arms up into the air as you threw yourself back onto the floor.

"Of course that's all you heard."

"No, no! I heard all of it!" Eddie insisted. "I hear everything you say, even the things you don't say!" He grabbed your hands and pulled you upright. "Why do you think I kept my distance, while also annoying you every so often?"

"Honestly, I thought you hated me." You confessed. Might as well, you thought, everything else was coming out today. You looked down at your fingers, which were playing with a thread of cotton from your ripped jeans.

"I didn't need to, you were hating yourself for the both of us." Eddie teased, but then he sighed. "Darling, I don't think I could ever hate you."

Your glanced up at him, surprised by how close he was to you. Your eyes locked with each other's, but not before yours darted to his lips, you were almost mesmerized by the way his tongue ran over them. Your heart began to race as you realized you couldn't take it anymore. You couldn't take pretending that you didn't need Eddie, that you didn't want him.

Your lips were inches from his, when he suddenly pulled away, just slightly. You pursed your lips as you leaned back, your heart dropping into your stomach, as the embarrassment of rejection washed over you. Eddie must've seen it in your face, because he grabbed your wrists gently, so you wouldn't pull away further.

"Look, I'm gonna be honest. I've been wanting to kiss you for a really long fucking time." Eddie confessed.

You felt your chest tighten, like someone was twisting your heart in their hand, and you tilted your head at him, confused.

"Okay, so what's the problem?"

"If I kiss you, I won't want to stop."

Your smirk turned into a full grin, and you sat on your knees, leaning closer to Eddie.

"So don't stop then, Eddie." You whispered.

The way you breathed his name was enough to drive him crazy. He removed his hands from your wrists, cupped your cheeks, and pulled you towards him, his lips crashing down onto yours. As you kissed, you felt the final block of ice that your heart had been caged in melt away. One of Eddie's hands left your cheek and slipped under your hair, clutching to the back of your head, as his other caressed your cheek, his rings cold against your burning cheek and you found yourself never wanting this to end.

Eddie was the first one to pull back, and he rested his forehead on yours, both of you grinning, as you gained your breath back.

"That was...something." Eddie said, and you giggled, nodding in agreement. You pulled away and Eddie pulled you into his side, his arm tight around you as you rested your head on his shoulder, his fingertips tracing your bare arm softly. "It's getting late, maybe I should go."

"Hmm, you could," You murmured, glancing up at Eddie through your lashes, "Or you could stay? I mean, you only live a few trailers down."

Eddie gasped dramatically, his hand on his chest, mimicking one of the old ladies down at the church, clutching her pearls. "You mean...?"

You stood up and walked backward as you grinned. "But if you wanna go home, that's fine by me."

You laughed as Eddie crawled quickly across the trailer on all fours, before he jumped to his feet. He flung you over his shoulder, as your laughter got louder.

"There is no fucking way I'm going home just yet, Darling." He growled as he carried you to the bedroom, your giggles echoing through the trailer, making his heart soar.

Maybe, just maybe, you were going to be able to get back to the way things were after all, with a little help from Eddie Munson.

[dreamescapeswriting]

Unspoken Challenge ~ Bang Chan [M]

WORD COUNT: 4.2K

GENRE: Smut, fluffy, nerdy/dom chan

PAIRING: Nerd Bang Chan x Reader

WARNING: Light choking, squirting, Chan dom...I think that’s it

A pen was tapping over and over again on the desk behind you and it was starting to stress you out. The class was already hard enough you didn't need some moron making it worse, you took in a deep breath trying to push down the urge to smack whoever it was behind you. They'd done nothing but tap the pen onto the desk as if they were anxiously waiting for something to happen. As time passed the pen tapper got faster until you finally snapped, turning around and slamming your hands onto the desk making the pen tapping stop.  

"Do you have any idea how god damn annoying you are?!" The boy behind you smirked as you snapped at him, he'd been doing it to wind you. Felix was the University player and liked it whenever girls talked back to him, it gave him a reason to shamelessly flirt with them.

"The dog bites, I like it." You rolled your eyes at the boy who had a giant smirk on his face. Lee Felix, he was one of the popular students at your university and you hated him and his group of friends. They did nothing but wind you and another student up - Christopher Bang - claiming that you were both cheating on tests or they would come up with some kind of nasty rumour about you both this week alone it was that you'd slept with the entire football team. It wound you up that they were always so cruel to Chan when he was nothing but sweet to everyone he met, it didn't bother you so much when they were mean to you but when they were mean to Chan it pissed you off.

"What's up princess? Chan cant get it up and satisfy you in bed?" A bunch of snickers followed the comment he made but you just rolled your eyes again, turning to face the front of as you started waiting for time to pass. 'princess' was Chan's nickname for you, no one else's and it irked you that someone else had the audacity to use it on you. All you had to do was make it through this one lesson and everything would be fine, you could go and find Chan, Minho and Seungmin and go for lunch. The only thing getting you through this lesson was the thought of lunch with your boyfriend and two close friends.

"We all know what you're after, a good dicking but you're not going to get it from Chan," Felix whispered in your ear as he leant forward to you. He noticed you watching the clock above the teachers head and chuckled softly, 

"You can come to me anytime, I'll show you how a real man should fuck you..." Hearing his words you drowned out his voice thinking about the first time that you and Chan had been together...How he was nothing like you thought he would be. See, everyone had Chan pegged to be the super quiet, shy and nerdy type...Which he was but once you got him into the bedroom it was as if an alter ego took over. You called him Christopher since Chan hated whenever someone would call him by his long name.

"Running late?" Minho smirked as you began sprinting towards the student library as you ignored him but he just ran alongside you, teasing you repeatedly as you rushed to get to the door. 

"Minho, fuck off. If I'm late again Chan will kill me." You mumbled as you slowed down to a walk outside the door, pushing the double doors open to see Chan had already packed up his things. 

"Chan I was caught up at work-"

"Whatever, you clearly don't want to get through the class. I'm not wasting my time with you." You hated that he was blowing you off, you'd been trapped at a late shift so you couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't as though you had Chan's number so you could let him know what was going on. He was so private he wouldn't give you his mobile number or where his dorm was, you'd tried to get it from him but he wouldn't tell you.

"Chan I need to pass this class, work kept me behind and made me do a later shift...I want to pass this class please-" You were following him out of the library as he walked away from you, keeping his head down as he tried to ignore the fact that you were there. You weren't going to let him get away with ditching you, not when you really needed this from him. There was no one else you could go to. No one was as smart as Chan and he knew that.

"It's Friday night, just go out and drink...Whatever it is you do on a Friday." He mumbled to you, stopping himself from walking when you stood in front of him. This was the first time he looked at you properly today, you weren't in your normal attire. Normally you'd be in jeans and a low cut top but today you were in a diner dress and some tennis shoes. The nametag on your dress being the giveaway that it was your work attire.

"We can do this Monday, I have plans tonight." He mumbled moving away from you but all he could think about was the dress you were wearing and the way you looked in the dress. He wasn't an idiot, he knew you were good looking but he also knew you were out of his league so he was never going to do anything. That didn't stop his mind from wandering about things though, the things he would do to you if you were his and he could have his way with you. Punishing you for being late to an important study session, punishing you for the way you wore low cut tops and bent over in front of him. Sometimes he thought you only did those things just to tease him. 

Minho chuckled at you as you watched Chan walking away, his leg was kicked up on the wall behind him as he laughed at you.

"You're not going to drop this are you?" You shook your head at his question and demanded Chan's dorm room number. You knew they were living in the same dorm building and he had to know where Chan was. There was no way you were going to not study, Chan was the smartest kids in the university and not to mention in your course. He was your only hope of passing the test on Tuesday.

The door swung open but Chan didn't seem too happy to see you standing there. The smile on his face dropped and he rolled his eyes, he thought you were the pizza he'd ordered himself. His ''plans'' for Friday night were to sit alone watching the new Anime that had come out with a pizza.

"I told you we could study Monday-" He went to shut the door but you pushed your foot in front of it stopping him from doing so if you were anybody else he would have continued to shut the door. 

"Chan, the test is Tuesday. Please. I'm hopeless without your help." He nodded at you not disagreeing that you were hopeless in it and not being able to resist the puppy dog look in your eyes so let you into his dorm room.

"You get one hour, any more than that I'll charge you." You excitedly threw your arms around him, jumping up and down as you thanked him over and over again but his mind was racing. You were still in the diner outfit that made his mind wander over everything, he could feel your chest pressed against him that made him bite his lip.

"Y-Yeah, come on in." He stuttered out, pushing his thick black glasses onto his face as he shut the door behind you. 

"What exactly is the part you're struggling on?" He questioned as he walked you into the living area of his apartment, sitting you down and sitting beside you with his own books. 

"If I say all of it will you kill me..." He raised his eyebrows at you and shook his head, he had no idea how you could have been struggling with any of it. He was helping the tutor grade papers and all of yours were on par with his. You were smart to say you were one of the popular girls in the University,

"I've been behind because of work, I haven't had time to get as much studying as I would like done." He nodded along with you and then he started questioning you on small bits from the classes that week. Wanting to know what you did and didn't know so he could come up with a studying style that would be best for you. 

Later that night you woke up to a blanket being laid over you, you flinched looking up to see Chan standing there. He'd been grilling you for most of the night with questions and when his pizza finally arrived he shared it with you. Choosing to help you rather than throwing you to the curb like he said he was going to do,

"You fell asleep, you looked peaceful so I was going to just-" You shook your head, telling him that he didn't have to explain himself to you.

"C-Can I come over during the weekend? I don't have a shift so I can study for longer. Unless you have plans?" You suggested, getting up from the sofa and hunting around for your bag, the only plans he had would be the anime and he liked the idea of helping you far more than that. 

"I don't have plans...You can come tomorrow." He whispered as he began walking you to the door, checking outside of the door to make sure the male tutor wasn't around and you wouldn't get scolded for being in the boy's dorm. The one rule on campus, no girls in the boy's dorms, no boys in the girl's dorms. 

"Thanks for this Chan, I owe you one." Without even thinking, you stood up on your tiptoes to give him a small kiss on the cheeks. His ears began to turn a bright red colour making you giggle as you quietly snuck out of his room and headed home, looking forward to the weekend of studying with him. Chan's hand slowly raised to his cheek as he touched where your lips had been, he groaned to himself ignoring the tent that was starting to pitch in his jeans. It was just a stupid kiss yet his mind kept wandering back to the butterflies he'd been feeling.

The next night you were sitting together after studying all day, it felt as though you were in class rather than studying. Chan had different tests laid out for you, flashcards and study folders all laid out for you to work from. 

"I could rip my eyeballs out, how do you get all of this done." You yawned at him, it seemed as though he just glanced at a page and the information would instantly be implanted into his brain.

"You're like one of those Aliens, aren't you? You absorb information with one glance!" The fake gasp that came from you made Chan laugh which sent butterflies to your stomach, you'd not heard him laugh like that before. The smile on his face was enough to make your whole body feel like you were floating, he looked so cute when he smiled like that. A small dimple on his cheek and the way his eyes scrunched together,

"You have a really pretty smile," You whispered before you even realised you were talking aloud, a giant blush spread along Chan's freckled cheeks and his ears turned a brighter red than before. 

"I'm sorry cutie, I didn't mean to embarrass you." You squeezed his cheeks playfully but his hand gripped onto your wrist to stop you from babying him like you were, 

"Don't treat me like I'm a baby, I'm not." He growled at you, you were taken back a little not expecting this side to come from him it and interested you a lot. 

"I-I'm sorry, I was just playing...You are cute though Chan." Your comment was only met by another growl and he moved away from you muttering something under his breath that you didn't hear.

"Chan?" You went to reach for him to apologise but he grabbed your wrists again, pinning you to the sofa below him. You squirmed under his grasp looking up into his dark eyes as he stared down at you,

"I'm not some cute little nerd," You let out a small whimper as you looked up at him. A pool went down to your core at the way he looked at you, his eyes had darkened over and it wasn't the nerdy Chan you knew. You squirmed once again under his grasp. 

"Squirming so much and I haven't even touched you," He smirked and you could have sworn the nerdy Chan you knew was gone and replaced with whoever this was now. 

"You're so pretty when you're scared...Maybe I should fuck you dumb huh? Then maybe we can fill the brain with the study material...Stop you watching your phone every four seconds." He'd caught you reading through something on your phone that wasn't the work he was setting you and he didn't care what it was he just didn't want you to waste his or your time. This side of him made you excited but you also wanted to tease him for it see what else he was hiding under the nerdy persona he was exhibiting, 

"I bet you'd cum as soon as you put it in me," You challenged, looking him in the eyes as you bucked you hips up to meet his. He licked his lips watching you as he nodded along with what you were saying, not agreeing with you but accepting the unspoken challenge. 

"Is that a bet?" You nodded your head at him and he smirked, throwing his glasses down onto the coffee table where your books were left unattended now. 

"If I win, you study all weekend and you owe me a favour." He told you as he let go of your wrists completely watching to see what you do.

"And if I win, which I will...What do I get?" He shrugged his shoulders,

"Whatever you want, but trust me, kitten-" He bent down to whisper in your ear this time, 

"You're not going to win." His voice sent shivers down your spine and you bit down on your tongue as you watched him closely, wanting nothing more than to make out with him on the spot. 

"What makes you so sure? You're just a nerd-" You stopped talking as soon as he pulled the hoodie off from his body revealing a pack of abs you never would have guessed were under there. 

"Concentrate darling, anyone would think you have a thing for the nerd." He growled grabbing you by your neck and standing you up as he carefully walked you towards the bedroom. He hadn't even touched you and you could feel how wet you were, practically leaking through your panties. 

"Strip," He ordered as he slammed his bedroom door shut, sitting on the edge of his bed as he watched you closely. You smirked at him, slowly undoing the zip of your black jacket before revealing a black lowcut top you'd worn a couple of times before. He kept his eyes on you, giving no inclination as to what he was feeling or thinking as you stripped.

"Slowly," He whispered getting down onto the floor in front of you as you got to nothing but your panties. You hissed as he slapped your thighs and you slowly began to lower your panties. 

"So fucking wet for the nerd." He chuckled as he watched the way your arousal stuck to your panties before he threw you down onto the bed. Kissing you roughly as he let his tongue explore your mouth you wrapped your arms around his neck as you relaxed into the kiss. Feeling sparks fly out of your body the moment he kissed you. The kiss intensified and he smirked, dragging you to the edge so you were displayed out for him, he ran his hand over your thighs. 

"Spread them," You did as he said and looked at him as he watched you closely. 

"Do you want me to touch you?" You nodded desperately, hopeless for some kind of touch from him.

"Where do you want me to touch you? Use your words," You wanted to scream at him just to touch you but you didn't, you stayed quiet as you looked at him. 

"H-Here," You whispered running your own finger over your clit but he slapped it away before slowly rubbing his thumb over your clit. You bit your lip, holding back the moans that were trying to escape from you, 

"Don't hide the moans, let everyone know who's making you feel good." He ordered you as he thumb continued to rub your clit in circles vigorously. You moaned out, rolling your head back against the mattress as you enjoyed his touches. Pathetic and high pitched whimpers leaving your lips whenever he would change the direction of his rubbing, 

"Feel good baby? Is the nerd making you feel good?" He questioned in a condescending tone that only made you more attracted to him. When you didn't answer him he wrapped his other hand around your neck, applying a small amount of pressure making you choke out a moan. 

"Answer me." 

"Yes! F-Feels so fucking good!" You cried out only to be met with a slap against your clit making you cry out again, he let go of your neck and pushed two fingers into you. 

"So tight princess, have you not fucked someone in a while?" He questioned as he began to rock his fingers in and out of you, using his other thumb on your clit again. 

"N-No...N-Not s-since last year." You whimpered not knowing why you were telling him you hadn't been laid in a while. 

"Maybe that's why you're always so pent up...Just need a good fucking," You nodded at him as you desperately began to plea for him to let you cum. He only rubbed your clit faster and smirked up at you, 

"Can I cum? Please?" He chuckled darkly as you begged for him to let you cum, you were dripping down onto the sheets each time he pulled his fingers out of your cunt. 

"Want you to ride my thigh first." You were shocked at his words but without hesitation, you pushed him to sit down on the bed and you straddled his thigh. Moaning out as the thick fabric came into contact with your bare core. 

"F-Fuck." You whimpered as you began to slowly move your hips on his thigh. Rocking back and forth as he put a finger on your clit making you cry out. 

The friction was getting too much for you and you were crying out his name. Your head laid on his shoulder as you rode his thigh. 

"You can cum now, like a good girl." He whispered, and just like that you did. 

"Chan!" Your hands dug into his arm as you continued to ride his thigh. Cumming onto the fabric of his jeans before he pushed you down onto the bed again, your legs were shaking as you begged for him to fuck you instead of teasing you. 

"I-I get it, I shouldn't have said what I said...Y-You win." You whispered as he began to unbuckle the belt on his jeans. 

"You're still so wet princess, and look at the mess you made." You glanced at his trousers and felt the heat rush up your body in embarrassment. 

"I want you to make a mess like that on my cock, can you do that baby girl?" You nodded at him, 

"Y-Yes Chan," He smirked at how easily you'd turned into a begging and whimpering mess for him. 

"Stand up," You did as he said and he walked over to you, chuckling as you struggled to keep your balance. As he kicked off his boxers you sank down on your knees to get a good look at him. He was huge, larger than you had been expecting and it made your mouth water. You wanted to taste him, you needed his cum but before you could even put your lips on him he shook his head at you. At first, he was going to let you but after seeing how excited you had been to do it he stopped himself wanting to prove you wrong. 

"Lay down and spread your legs." You did as he sat and he smirked watching you.

"Good girl, so wet for me as well." He chuckled as he began aligning himself at your entrance before sinking into you. You moaned out as he stretched you out, your walls clenching around him as he grunted. 

"So fucking tight," You mewled out in response to him and he chuckled moaning when he began to push in and out of you. His hands gripped onto your hips as he began to thrust in and out of you, moaning our your name. 

"Feels so good," You moaned out as you felt his cock moving in and out of you. Your walls gripping around him as if he belonged inside of you. 

"Shit Chan," You whimpered as he continued to move inside of you, his hips slamming into you as you felt your next orgasm approaching, you squirmed underneath him. Digging your feet into his ass to make him hit deeper, 

"So good!" You screamed out, dragging your nails down his back as he continued to push into you, the feeling making your head spin as it felt as though you were floating. The wet sounds filled the air with the sound of slapping skin and moans, both yours and Chan's as he continued fucking into you. 

"I can feel you getting closer, do you want to cum?" He questioned, reaching down as he began rubbing your clit. You cried out at the touch and he chuckled darkly, slapping into you harder you rolled your head back in ecstasy. 

"Cum." He commanded you and you did. Screaming out his name as you rolled your head back, gripping onto the sheets around you as you came harder than you ever had done before. You whimpered feeling your orgasm keep ripping through you as you clenched and twitched around him, an unfamiliar wetness came from you as you squirted around him moaning out loudly as it did. 

"S-Shit! W-What-" You didn't have time to question what it was as Chan began to pump into you. Grunting loudly as he came into you hard, filling you up so much you came around him again at the feeling. 

"F-Fuck." You cried out as you came down from your high, panting heavily as he pulled out of you and laid down beside you on the bed. 

"Whoa." You whispered as you turned on your side to look at him, the blushing shy Chan was back and you giggled softly. 

"Where did he come from?" You questioned, running your finger up and down his chest and abs as you waited for him to answer, 

"Where did who come from?" He frowned looking at you as he wrapped a blanket over your body, not wanting you to get sick or catch a cold. 

"Christopher." You winked at him and he chuckled shyly, shaking his head at you. 

"I hope it wasn't the last time he comes out to play...I-I enjoyed that." The same smirk was back on his lips once he heard your words, 

"Well if you study and pass your test maybe he'll come out to play again." He winked at you as you leant forward to give him a small kiss on the lips. 

The bell rang waking you up from your daydream, you practically jumped out of your seat to get out of the classroom but Felix was faster. He raced up behind you and grabbed your elbow so you would turn to face him,

"Come home with the big boys," He whispered to you, trying to be as seductive as possible but all he was doing was coming across as a cock. 

"No thanks, my boyfriend is waiting for me." You turned around to see Chan standing against the wall, he was wearing an oversized blue sweater you'd gotten him and the new pair of thick square glasses. 

"Hi!" You yelled out, snatching your arm away from Felix as you walked over to Chan, 

"Why was Felix holding onto you?" He questioned, wrapping his arms around you protectively as he eyed up Felix, 

"He was just being an idiot. Telling me how he could fuck me how a real man should," Chan scoffed at the comment and looked at Felix. 

"Trust me, the way she screams my name at night I'm surprised you haven't heard." He smirked at Felix turning you around and walking away from the boys who were all watching after you as you giggled to Chan about what you both had planned for that night. 

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I’m On Fire [Chapter 1]

Summary: With her sister’s wedding fast approaching and her Mom hounding her about finding a date, Y/N makes a terrible decision that lands her and her least favorite genius in a confusing situation.

A/N:  This is the first part in a series, I’ve written the first few chapters already so I’m hoping to update pretty regularly! I hope you guys enjoy, and any feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst, it’s a Slow Burn Baby

Warnings: None really for this chapter, cursing? Mean-ish Spencer

Word Count: 6.5k

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I wasn’t at the BAU long before it started to feel like home. The team became my family, pure and simple.

Having been recruited by Hotch at only 22 I'd sort of fallen into the roll of the little sister to the team without really meaning to. It's not that I was naive, or particularly sheltered even. I know I'm good at my job, and I'd want to be, given how my life's revolved around it almost entirely. But the team seemed to adopt a protective mindset over me right off the bat.

When I first joined the FBI everything was terrifying. I worked so hard for my PhD, trying to get into the unit, but there's almost nothing that can actually prepare you for the real thing. Being out in action in the field, working the cases out in real time. Sometimes they had a smooth, easy conclusion followed by loud obnoxious drinks together. Then there were the others, the ones that kept me up for days after and felt as though they owned little pieces of my heart still.

It was JJ that helped the most on those horrible flights back on the jet. Noticing my anxious ticks and uneasy disposition after that first case that had ended badly. JJ had been through it all before, taking too many cases home with her. Seeing her son's little faces in the kids that we couldn't help. If I was the baby of the team JJ was the big sister, looking out for everyone.

Morgan on the other hand was the outrageously cool older brother, the one you just wanted to be. Early on he'd helped my weak self with the ruthless fitness regimen the FBI required, he offered to pull some strings and get the test written off. But I couldn't accept that, there was something in me that just wanted to impress Morgan, and honestly still does. Like somehow if he thought you were cool, then it became true. So I passed the exam, but getting up a flight of stairs was near impossible for a week after.

Emily was probably the fun aunt. The one that would sneak you booze at the family gathering, or take you to your first concert. Emily was actually the one who'd found me, digging around colleges for potential recruits she'd had me picked out for a while I later found out. Insisting that Hotch give me a shot. It was reassuring to know I had someone who would stick up for me from day one.

I was an tech analyst, among other things, sort of a counterpart for Garcia in the field. So it was no surprise to anyone when the two of us hit it off as though we'd known each other forever. We weren't the same by any means though. Penelope was bold, and bright, and confident beyond measure, where I've typically felt like more of a blend into the background type. I've always thought of myself that way, despite my achievements. I'd also always believed I was fairly inoffensive, no one I'd met had ever had a huge problem with me, 'till I got to the BAU that is.

Every rose has its thorn I suppose.

That thorn in my side was Dr. Spencer Reid.

It wasn't that Dr. Reid was a bad agent, or even a bad person. I hadn't actually met him before that first day in the conference room, but I'd known who he was for a long time. Before I came along he'd held the mantle of 'youngest ever recruit' in the unit, while I was studying I'd read any of his work I could get my hands on because of that fact.

I figured it must've been some sort of hazing when he looked me up and down that first day I was introduced, and then proceeded to blank me entirely for a full week. Up until I'd wrapped my first case.

The whole team went straight from the jet to the bar. Proceeding to get far too drunk. Spencer joined, which the rest of the team found unusual, and I probably should've taken as a sign of things to come.

That case went well, and everyone was in high spirits but Reid had a sour disposition, at least it seemed that way every time he looked at me. After a few too many drinks I went outside in an attempt to sober up in the cold air, unfortunately Reid must've snuck outside not long before.

"Ugh" was all he said when he first caught my silhouette approaching him. The night was unusually cold so it had been deserted outside the bar that evening. I wasn't really sure why it made me nervous to be alone with him like this, the two of us leaning back against the same small area of brick wall, looking out at the cold night.

"Nice to see you too doctor" was all I could muster, I was drunk enough that I let my sarcastic tone leap out, "you can relax, I'm just trying to get some fresh air, it's too stuffy in there, and loud. I'm not here to talk to you or anything."

"Well aren't you a sensitive thing" he responds in kind, at that point I wasn't really sure if it was a coincidence or if he'd been genuinely avoiding me, but things were starting to clear up.

"I'm sensitive, that's a fun take on things" I joke, taking a long sip of cold water from my glass.

"And what's that supposed to mean, newbie?" his emphasis on the last word all but confirms my suspicions.

"Fuck man, what's your problem with me? Is it because I'm new, or because I beat your stupid record?" I quip. hoping that at the very least it might coax him out of his shell. Dr. Spencer Reid getting angry at me could honestly be better than the nothing I'd been experiencing from him until now.

"What stupid record?" he sounds genuinely confused

"I'm the youngest BAU recruit now?" I didn't know why else he could be so sour. He'd never met me before last week, and since he'd ignored me that first day I'd done all I could not to step on his toes. So if he had a reason to hate me this much, it wasn't something I'd done on purpose.

He takes a few moments to respond, raising his eyebrows and considering the information. He chuckles. He fucking chuckles.

"That's funny." he says, his voice leveling out, "I didn't peg you as funny newbie" that word sets something off in me again. Something about it is dismissive, or belittling. Before I could fight back he starts to move, maneuvering around me and heading back inside. A little too tipsy to think of anything constructive to say, I just mutter "Fuck you Spencer."

He swings open the door, as he walks inside he just says "See you Monday, Newbie" without even looking at me.

And that was only the beginning.

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"You know I'm just trying to make sure you get enough rest sweetheart. There's no need to get so defensive!" it was far too early in the morning to be dealing with this call. Since joining the BAU a few years ago this was a standard call from my Mom. Equal parts well meaning and over-bearing, and generally asking far too many questions.

"I'm not getting defensive Mom, I get plenty of rest, my job is just very important to me and you know that." I knew she was right to be at least a little worried, this job was consuming, and in all honesty I wasn't sure how people like JJ were married and still here. It seemed like an impossible feat.

"Fine sweetie, how are your co-workers doing then? How's Penelope? Give her my love" she loved Penelope, I think she thought that Penelope tethered me to the normal world, and in a way she was right. She kept me sane, and fun, and made me eat pizza and do face masks once a week at least. Even when I didn't think I wanted to.

"Pen's great Mom, everyone's good. Well, the usual ones get on my nerves, but I'm fine." As I say it I glance across at Dr. Reid, the only person who's also in as early as I am most days. I'm not sure if he can hear me but he's tapping his pen so loud on his desk that it takes all of my energy not to walk across the bullpen and stab him with it.

"Y'know what Mom, I'm actually just after getting to work and it's a busy day so can I call you back later?" I chance, getting her off the phone is always an ordeal.

"Fine, fine, I'll let you go. But wait one last thing!"

I knew what was coming. It was always coming.

"Are you seeing anyone, Margot's been wondering too, just thought I'd check in?"

Pinching the bridge of my nose and trying not to scream down the line, I just sigh out the frustration instead.

"No Mom, believe it or not, I've made no progress on that front since you asked me all of 3 days ago."

"See you are being defensive!" she snaps

"I gotta go, bye Mom. Love you!" I say, hanging up quickly before dropping my head down into my arms on my desk, resting like that for a few moments in silence.

Hearing Garica chuckle behind my ear I perk up and spin around. She's holding a small paper cup of coffee and hands it to me. I look at it confused, "Sorry about the paper, I couldn't find your mug in the cabinet" she apologizes, looking over at Dr. Reid and rolling her eyes. Now I know he can hear me from his seat, he takes that moment to sip from my mug and place it gently back on his desk.

It hadn't taken long for him to start toying with me. It was always stupid childish things. Things I couldn't get genuinely annoyed at, that would give him far too much satisfaction, knowing he was getting to me in any real way. This was one trick he liked to play if he got into the office before me, he'd take my mug and make his coffee in it, just to spite me I guess.

"Why does he even do that, it's so stale" she said, just a little louder than normal to make sure he could hear. Garcia and Reid were still good friends and team-mates but she liked to stand up for me when she could. He liked to avoid me as much as possible so he'd usually go to Garcia before me if he needed help with something. Even when the two of us were out in the field together. Which was obnoxious but it was just another thing I'd gotten used to over time. And as long as it didn’t interfere with the case I just forced myself to let it go.

"I know it's such low grade bullying isn't it?" I shot back with a chuckle.

"So I'll take it that was Mommy dearest" Penelope gestures to my phone. She knew my Mom, and she knew about her general overbearing energy. I let out a groan thinking about the call again, and the calls that were to come.

"Isn't it always Mommy dearest?" I joke

"So she's still on your ass about the wedding then?" I'm sure Penelope was almost as sick of hearing about it as I was,

"Margot's getting married in like 4 months now, and every time Mom calls there’s just some new hometown loser she wants to set me up with Pen. It's fucking exhausting" I take a sip of the coffee she made me, savoring the bitter taste. She sits down on my desk for a moment, leaning in.

"Honey, did you ever think that if you got out there and found someone, she wouldn't be on your ass at all?" I don't want to think about that, about how she's completely right. All I can do is let out another small groan and lean back down onto my desk.

"Too early Pen" I say, it's muffled by the desk but she gets the message. Hopping up and heading to her own office as some more people start to arrive for the morning.

Leaving me alone to make a start on my paperwork that had built up throughout the week. Fridays were usually slow like this, giving me a little too much time to think. I couldn't shake the thought that my Mom and Penelope were actually right. Maybe I was a bit too invested in the job, and maybe that was a pretty big factor in why my last relationship imploded but I wasn't about to admit that to anyone.

----

After that the day crawls by, thankfully no cases pop up so the weekend might actually be free. Trying to make sure I clear up all of my paperwork takes a little longer than I'd hoped and leaves me alone in the bullpen. It seems like everyone's gone home by the time I've packed up and I'm ready to leave. Which wasn't as out of the ordinary as I'd like it to be really. Everyone else seemed to have somewhere to be on a Friday night.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive my phone started to ring, I could see my Mom's caller ID on the screen. If I just let it go I know she'll call back later, may as well get it out of the way. I take a deep breath in anticipation before I answer.

"Hey what's up?" I answer, stepping inside the elevator as the doors ping open.

"Hi sweetie, I've got good news! Do you remember David? That lovely boy, he helped out your Father that summer in high school?" I know what's coming and rub my temple, trying to stifle the headache I know is coming. As I answer a hand slides between the elevator doors, popping them open again.

Dr. Fucking Reid walks in, and he looks about as happy to see me as I am to see him. I make eye contact and look away just as fast, willing him away with my mind. "Yes Mom, I remember him, why are you telling me this?" I already know the answer but I'm fed up, she still sounds excited when she responds.

"Well you won't believe it! I ran into him at the market this morning and I thought you'd like it if I passed on your phone number to him, maybe for the weddi-" it took all I had not to shout into the receiver, and maybe I would've had the elevator been empty.

"Mom! Jesus!" I have to reign myself in, but I have a bad idea, "You know what, I'm actually sorted. I've got a date lined up now" I'm not sure why I said it with no real plan in place. She sounds even more excited than I've ever heard her.

"Oh my, that's amazing sweetie! That was fast, I can't believe you found one since this morning, it's someone from work so?" she assumes, and I'm just not thinking fast enough to correct her.

"Mmhmm, yeah" I'll figure out the logistics later I rationalize.

"Oh! Is it that boy you're always on about, the one who teases you?" she asks, and her voice is full of joy, and it makes me feel horrible that I'm lying already, and that I'm going to let her down.

"Yup, that's the one, look Mom I gotta go, I'll talk to you later! Night" I blurt out so fast it has to be obvious I'm nervous.

I can hear a stifled chuckle behind me. Fuck. How loud is my phone speaker. Could he hear that. Surely not. But this elevator was completely silent. The doors open and I have to stop myself from running to my car at top speed. Instead I walk out just a little faster than normal, turning around to shoot him a small wave goodbye. And he's got this devious smirk on his face that makes my stomach turn.

Sitting into my car I pull out my phone to text Garcia immediately.

I'm on my way to yours right now. It's urgent.

——

Traffic's light so it takes maybe 10 minutes before I arrive at Garcia's place. My mind's racing and my body takes me there on autopilot. Why did I say any of that, why did I even answer the damn phone. Why did I wave goodbye to Spencer, I never usually did that. Maybe that's why he had that look on his face. Maybe he was just thinking of something funny that happened earlier and it had nothing to do with me at all. That was something he'd do to mess with me for sure.

How was I going to walk this back with my Mom, she was just gonna have more questions that I couldn't answer. Fuck.

Garcia buzzed me up and her door was open for me by the time I got up the stairs. This little purple apartment had become my second home. It was where I spent most of my evenings off, laughing on the same sofa I was collapsing face first into right now. Garcia nestles in beside me and runs her hand over my hair, "Hey sweet pea, what's happening? I don't want to sound too concerned but you're not giving me much to go off? Are you dying, is there drama? You're going to have to tell me what's so urgent before I burst a blood vessel?"

I let out a muffled, "is drahmuh" into the pillow, Garcia shakes my shoulders.

"Sit up babe, damn!" I have to heave myself out of the pillows, sitting upright on the sofa beside her, clutching one of the pillows in my arms.

"It's drama" I repeat,

"Well, out with it then, you know I'll take all the drama I can get! Spill, spill" she rushes me along. I'm already apprehensive, Reid's her coworker too, but if anyone would understand why this was such an issue it was gonna be her.

"Okay, I'm after doing something stupid and I think I really need your advice" I cringe already, thinking back to the elevator, throwing out my words faster, I continue the story, mostly trying to get it over with, "my Mom called again when I was on the way out tonight and she was trying to set me up with this guy, and Reid was there, and I got all flustered, and I told her I had a date already" I throw my head down into the pillow again.

"Wait why was Reid there?" she looks like she's trying to fit puzzle pieces together and she's getting nowhere, "And what's the drama?"

"Shit Garcia, it was in the elevator and it was all quiet, and maybe he heard the call, maybe he didn't but he had this fuckin' look on his stupid face" I can't shake the smug little smirk, it's burned inside my eyelids. Garcia's face falls in what looks like disappointment.

"Ugh Y/N! That's nothing chill out, why does it matter if he heard your call? I know you guys are all weird but none of that is any of his business anyway!" she shoo's her hand in the air, dismissing the whole situation.

"No Garcia, it is his business now" I have to close my eyes when I say it, I can't look at her "I told my Mom that he was my date, well, I didn't say his name or anything, she assumed it was someone from work and so I just agreed, and then she suggested that it was him and then I fucking panicked Pen, I fucked up so bad. What do I do?"

I finally opened my eyes to look up at Garcia. She was sitting in pure silence, pursing her lips in what seemed like contemplation. The puzzle pieces finally slotting together. It's as though a light bulb goes off behind her eyes and she bursts out in fits of laughter. Doubling over on herself before finally taking a few breaths to calm herself down. I'm honestly not sure why she finds the whole thing so funny, she know's how needlessly annoying he's made my life, she's seen it first hand and heard me talk about it over and over again in this very apartment over pizza.

"Garcia, this is not fucking funny! This is serious!" I try to calm her down, I need advice not whatever this is.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I love you dearly. But this isn't funny, this is hilarious. It's like you're Sandra Bullock in some mid-90's rom com. I love it" I don't love it, in fact I hate it. I nearly snap at her but pull myself back.

"Pen, come on, help me out. What do I do with this, how do I fix it?" I plead.

She stops laughing and pulls out her phone, "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm going to order us a pizza, and we're gonna sort this thing out together, sound good?" I just nod and collapse back into the sofa. I think I feel better now that I've gotten it out in the open.

----

Penelope makes us tea while we wait for the pizza, she keeps lemon & ginger in her cabinet for me, just like I keep mint for her. The warm mug and the steam calm me down. After a few minutes alone to think about it I start to figure it out a little better. I figure I can just lie to my Mom for a while, it might suck but I can pretend for a bit and then make up some excuse as to why he can't come closer to the time. Then I can just bring Garcia instead and everyone's happy. I'm about to float my plan to her there's a knock on her door. I was so caught up that I hadn't really noticed quite how starving I'd gotten. Leaping up of the sofa to grab the door.

I swing it open but it's not the pizza guy. Somehow it's the opposite of the pizza guy, my worst nightmare is on the other side of the door. He must notice my eyes blow completely wide. "Y/N!" he says, more of a statement than a question really, like he's telling himself that he's actually seeing me in the doorway. I'm not as gentle.

"What the fuck are you doing here Reid?!" I can't even disguise my anger. He seems a little flustered, like he's got absolutely no idea how to proceed.

"Um, uh, is Garcia here? I can, um, I can just come back later?" he swallows hard and shakes his head, before I can agree and tell him to get lost Penelope races to the door, pulling it wide open.

"Nope, that won't be necessary Doctor! Come on in, you're right on time sweetheart" she waves him in and he walks past me, his demeanor changing almost instantly. He's smug, like he's won whatever battle this was. And I hate it. Though he's still as confused as me despite the newfound attitude. Reid sits down on the sofa, right where I had been sitting. I bite my tongue and sit on the opposite end.

"Are you okay Garcia?" he asks with a genuine concern, "What's going on, what was the emergency?". He's not stupid, he knows she's not in danger now that he's here. But he wants answers. I don't know that I've ever seen him this confrontational with anyone, well anyone but me. The entire time I’m staring her down as she sits in the armchair opposite the two of us. My keys are in my pocket and my car's right outside. I could just jump up and make a break for it. Escape.

"You know what Doc, you won't believe it but I'm not actually the one with the emergency" she takes a beat, and I'm starting to think that I might understand why people murder other people after all these years, "Y/N has something urgent she needs to talk to you about" she's silent for another moment, and she almost looks giddy, "Actually Spencer, you might already know a little something about the matter already, now that I think about it" she smirks, and it's pure joy.

My keys are in my hand ready to bolt when the doorbell chimes again. "Oh, that'll actually be the pizza this time, if you two will excuse me" she hops up out of the armchair and races to the door, leaving the two of us alone in a horrible silence. The tension is almost too much, I want to speak but I really have no idea what to say, or how to even start saying it. But he starts.

"Y/N what's going on, I feel like I'm out of the loop here? What am I missing?" he asks, and there's something uncharacteristically genuine about the way he says it, but he can't turn to look at me as he speaks. I almost want to let my guard down and just have a conversation but I can’t force myself to do it. "Shut up Reid." is all I mutter, folding my arms across my chest.

He turns sharply on the sofa to face me. "Hey Y/N. Believe it or not I'm about as happy as you with whatever kind of Parent Trap situation Garcia's got going on here. But from what I'm picking up on you've got a problem and I'm supposed to be able to help with it. So do you want to tell me what's going on or not? I can just go?" I can see that there's an anger bubbling right below the surface, threatening to burst. I know I shouldn't but I let him stew in silence for a little too long and he jumps up off the sofa.

"Y'know what, typical" he mutters, rolling his eyes as he says it, "this is all about you." he throws his bag over his shoulders and begins to walk towards the door. Something in me just snaps.

"All about me?! Are you fucking kidding? I've been tip-toeing around you for years, ever since I joined this damn unit!" I shout as Garcia comes back into the room, pizza box and plates in her hands.

"So, who's hungry?" Garcia asks, trying to break the tension, or pretending there's no tension at all. Reid shakes his head in disbelief and rubs his temple before he speaks again, "Actually I was just gonna head out" he gestures to the door, "I'm clearly not wanted here so I'm gonna leave you guys to it." Spencer makes a move to leave but Garcia grabs the strap of his shoulder bag, yanking him back ever so slightly before he really has the chance to escape.

"You are going absolutely nowhere kid" She points back to the sofa, "get back there" she glances to me, staring with far too much intensity. "You too, sit." Her voice is more stern than I've ever heard it, even while we were on a case. I can't help but obey her command and I sit back down on the sofa in silence. Followed by Reid, clearly processing the same uneasy feeling of a serious Penelope.

She sits opposite the two of us again. "Y/N, Spencer, I love the two of you with all of my heart, albeit separately, and I would die for either one of you. But you've got to chill the hell out!" she says it like she's had it bottled up forever. The tension that releases from her as she says it looks euphoric.

She opens up the pizza box and lays it on the coffee table and takes out a slice for herself. Taking a bite she leaves the two of us in stunned silence. Once she finishes the mouthful she turns to me specifically, "Y/N you tell him, or I will." dead serious. And the feeling in my belly is like I've just fallen down an elevator shaft.

My stomach is in knots as I turn to Spencer on the sofa next to me. His face is puzzled and I think I might be able to make out pure terror in his expression. I don't know that I've ever been looked at like this before and my stomach screws up tighter. I have to take a deep breath and I can't believe I'm about to say it. "Fuck it" I have to take another breath almost immediately so I just have to force the rest out, "I don't know if you heard the call I was on while we were in the elevator earlier?" I look up to gauge his reaction and I can see his face relax, and worse than that, one corner of his mouth lifts into a sort of smile. It's a look of pure smug satisfaction and I think I might scream. I have to close my eyes because I really don't think I can look at that face as I say the next part.

"My sister is getting married in a few months and my Mom's been on my ass to find a date for the wedding and she keeps trying to set me up with these losers, so I fucking panicked, and I told her you were my date." by the time the sentence is out my eyes have screwed up so tight it feels like I have to pry them open.

He sits in silence for too long. Thinking, maybe?

"So I'm the boy who teases you then?" he grins. So he did hear. And he did laugh. He looks far too self satisfied. Now he knows he's right. He knows I've talked to my Mom about him, that he's gotten in my head. I can tell from his smile that he's savoring the moment. Mostly because I can't slap the smug smile off his face I drop my head into my hands. In an effort to disappear I guess.

"So," he says, taking a moment, "is that all you wanted to say then?" he asks, lighthearted and obnoxious, back to his usual self. I snap back to reality, shooting my head back up.

"What do you mean is that all?" I throw back genuinely shocked,

"Is that all you had to say Y/N? Can I go now? It's a long bus ride home y'know" he smirks but makes no effort to move. He can't possibly be making me do this.

"Well no, obviously!" I stutter, "I mean, are you, will you, uh?" I can't bring myself to say it out loud. He leans in on the sofa looking directly at me, refusing to break eye contact.

"Did you have something you wanted to ask me Y/N?" I just want to smack that fucking look off his face,

"Fuck you Spencer Reid" I almost whisper under my breath, but Garcia snaps me back to reality.

"Hey!" she looks at me, stern again, "Ask him." it's not a question, or a suggestion, it's a command.

"Fine okay" I scrunch my eyes up again, "Will you come to my sisters wedding with me as my fake boyfriend?" I curl up into myself as I say it, I can almost feel the bile rising up from my stomach. Like I'm having a biological reaction to the whole thing.

Reid crosses his arms and sinks back on the sofa, like he's performing the act of thinking. He's considering my offer to make me squirm.

When he finally speaks he says "Well I would Y/N, but I really fail to see what's in it for me" he's after getting cocky now.

Garcia pipes up, excited, "Oh, Oh! I know! I have an idea!" she interjects, "Spencer remember how a while ago, back after your apartment flooded you were all all worried about your antique books and prints and stuff?" he nods, "Well Y/N could digitize the collection for you as a back up? I know you're a technophobe? C'mon Y/N, you know you could do that no sweat, and it would take you a lifetime alone Spencer?" I really don't want to admit it but she's right. Even I knew Reid was adverse to any technology that wasn't vital, but it was your specialty. And maybe that was a good trade off, a job like that would be near impossible for him to pull off without help. I take a glance over at Reid and he seems to have had the same train of thought as me. He lets out an exaggerated sigh and relaxes his posture.

"Fine, I guess that's a fair trade. I'm in." he resigns and I almost can't believe it. I'm barely processing the whole conversation as he sticks his hand out to me, I'm confused for a second before I grab it and shake it firmly. Condemning myself to whatever's about to happen. And it's not the time to be thinking about it but maybe this is the first time Spencer and I have ever touched? But I shove that thought away.

Garcia's positively beaming and she's not even trying to hide it. "Now it's like you're both in a Sandra Bullock movie, oh, but you're Hugh Grant maybe?" she points to Reid.

"Don't push it" I shoot in her direction, taking a slice of pizza, now that my anxiety stomach has sort of passed.

Once the pizza's been eaten in near completely awkward silence Spencer stands up off the sofa. His unsure demeanor has returned and he looks nervous. "I actually should get going this time" he says but Garcia pipes up to protest,

"No, it's not even late!"

"It takes me a while to get back home, thank you though Pen. For... this?" he gestures to the whole living room, "Night" he waves. He's almost made it to the door before I stand up out of my seat. I'm not really sure what comes over me, maybe it's gratitude, maybe it's guilt, or maybe I'm just exhausted.

"Wait Spencer. Let me give you a ride home?" I ask and it's like it's not even me saying it .

"Thanks, but I think I can make it home just fine" he dismisses, and there’s an antagonizing tone in his voice that snaps me right back to our usual rapport.

"I'm trying to do a nice thing here, fuck! Just let me do something nice!" I snap, and he throws his arms up in surrender.

"Fine alright, if it'll make you feel better"

"Fuck you Reid" I mutter under my breath and I sort of hope that he does hear me really. If he's gonna be hostile about this I can be too. I give Garcia a hug goodbye but I'm going to scold her for this whole thing later.

----

I lead the way outside and climb into my car, Spencer hops into the passenger seat and it feels as strange as always to be alone with him. Especially because it's not an accident, and it's not in work. Maybe this was a horrible idea. He seems like he's unwilling to break the silence, so I just get it over with.

"Where the hell do you live man? I'm gonna need directions." I say, as deadpan as I can muster, which probably isn't all that intimidating.

"Sorry, yeah, so you're gonna want to turn on the ignition" he teases. I definitely wasn't intimidating enough.

"Don't push it" I say, turning to give him a cruel stare, he just reacts with a smirk, that same one from the elevator earlier.

"Oh, I'm pushing it?" he asks, feigning disbelief

"I'll kick you out of this damn car" is all I can think to say. He barely responds, he just lets out a soft chuckle. I want to ask 'what's so funny' but he speaks before I can get the words out.

"I can't believe you talk to your Mom about me" he continues to laugh. That's enough.

"You know what Reid, of course I have! I work with actual murderers on a daily basis and somehow you've been the only real source of friction in my life since I joined the BAU!" He stops giggling a little, but not entirely, he looks like he's making an effort to contain himself.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just never knew I got to you like that" he still finds the whole thing amusing, but I sure as hell don't.

"Directions, now" I demand, looking straight out the front windshield.

"Fine, keep going straight on this road for a while and I'll tell you when to turn" he says, finally playing nice.

The two of us drive silently for most of the journey, the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually we arrive outside his building, and it's nicer than I thought it would be. But I have no idea what I was really basing that on. For some reason it hadn't occurred to me that Dr. Reid lived in an actual home, I had pictured him sleeping upside down in a cave maybe, or in a cryogenic chamber with all the other life-like genius robots.

"So," he says, breaking the silence, "When is this wedding?"

"4 months from now, in and around" I respond, matter of factly. Spencer nods, taking it in.

"Alright, so I've got 4 months, in and around, to learn enough to convincingly pass as your loving boyfriend. Doesn't sound so difficult." he jokes, his tone harsh and sarcastic.

"Look Spencer, I know this is insane and honestly kind of stupid. But in all seriousness, you can back out right now if you're not on board with whatever this is. I'm telling you this is the last exit ramp." I try to say it with sincerity, giving him a genuine out if he's not comfortable with the weird set-up that Penelope pulled on us both. He thinks on it for a moment and shakes his head.

"So how are we gonna do this?" he asks, and I really thought he was going to back out. So I don't have an actual answer.

"Well, I uh, I haven't really given a plan much thought. How about I come over and start working on some of the stuff you want digitized like Garcia mentioned and I can use the time to give you the footnotes on my life?" I suggest, at least that would make it easier to knock things out all at once. Rather than having to spend even more of my free time with Reid than necessary. He looks content with the improvised plan.

"Alright, sounds good." he undoes his seatbelt and opens the door to hop out of the car before turning back to me, "Are you coming inside or what?"

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02 | team project

pairing — spider-man!vernon x ofc

featuring — joshua, yeji (itzy), felix (skz), yangyang (nct)

word count — 2.6k

genres — spider-man au, marvel au, fluff, action, angst, humor

warnings — none

note — this is a little rushed, sorry ;-; i haven’t updated in two weeks despite only having posted the pilot so i was like !! ahh !! gotta update !! and here it is, your first ever (and very brief) appearance. i’ll edit it soon! as usual, send me an ask or dm if you want to be added to the taglist <3

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“Is this about me leaving Rhino on Midtown’s front porch?” Vernon demanded. “Because if it is, I’ll have you know that I left him in good hands—”

 "Calm down, Wonder Kid," Fury said. He didn't look amused like Vernon had hoped, which meant that whatever he'd come here to talk about was serious. Well, what else should he have expected from the head of S.H.I.E.L.D.? "It's not about that. Well—not entirely. It's about the good hands you mentioned."

Vernon narrowed his eyes. He'd met Fury a few times before, and never during favorable conditions. The last time he's seen the guy, Spider-Man had almost been pummeled to death by none other than the Goblin himself. "They said something about bringing him to S.H.I.E.L.D.," he muttered. "I should have guessed."

Fury didn't respond, instead reaching inside his jacket to bring out an envelope. He threw the open envelope onto the table in front of Vernon, making a few pictures half spill out from inside. "You know what that is?"

Vernon glanced at him suspiciously before slowly picking up the pictures and going through them. Each of them was a glossy shot of various locations in New York, and all of them had a major recurring theme—the places were completely trashed. Overturned cars, building walls with holes in them, bent lampposts. Wearily, he set the pictures down face-up on the table, then looked up at the man, who stared back with an unreadable expression on his face.

A beat passed. "Was that a rhetorical question?"

"Jesus, kid," Fury muttered. "All of those pictures were taken moments after a fight between you and one of your fanclub members. Now, I'm not saying I don't appreciate you taking care of a couple of minor criminals in the city—"

"Minor criminals?"

"—but I can't let you treat the place like it's your neighborhood playpen," he finished. Next to him, the pretty agent-slash-counselor sat with her legs folded, her surprisingly stern gaze fixed on Vernon. The attention made him squirm. "S.H.I.E.L.D. is a global defense organization, for god's sake. We don't have the time to clean up after kids who don't know even know their three Rs."

"Let me guess," Vernon said, "rock, roll, ramble?"

"Even your wisecracks aren't funny anymore, kid." Fury shook his head.

Ouch. "That hurt my feelings."

The man glared at him out of his one good eye. "You can't keep going like this forever," he said. "You're on your way to be one of the greats—don't look at me like that, hell if I'm gonna repeat that—but the big guys take care of their messes. They don't leave poor innocent civilians behind to get new paint jobs on their Kias. All that damage your careless fighting left behind, who's gonna take care of that?"

"Insurance?" Vernon suggested. Agent Fox cracked a smile, warming his insides. Her sitting aside in silence as Fury chewed him out was a little unnerving. He wondered if looking on silently while high-rankers lectured kids was something she had to do regularly. You gotta have a heart of ice to sit through that.

"You are," Fury said grimly, and Vernon blinked. "And you're gonna start today."

"What was it that you really wanted?" Vernon asked, crossing his arms over his chest, making his t-shirt stretch tight over his biceps. He really needed to go shopping. "You can't tell me the world's best spy came all the way to some backwater high school just to lecture a kid about cleanliness being next to godliness."

"You're a special case, Parker," Fury said, and Vernon placed a hand over his heart, mockingly going aw. "And you're right. I'm not here just to lecture you about your repeated careless mistakes, I'm here to help you fix them."

Vernon looked at him suspiciously, already wary of what was to come next. "And how do you propose I do that?"

"You've already shown me multiple times you can't do it yourself," Fury said. "Look, kid, here's the thing: you have a problem, and I have a problem. I also happen to have a joint solution to both."

Vernon slumped in his chair. Here it comes. "What problem could you possibly have? Nuclear warheads threatening to destroy civilians' Kias in Manhattan?"

"You really gotta work on those one-liners." Fury sighed. "There's a group of kids in the Helicarrier like you—up-and-coming superheroes in need of some real-world experience. They've got the training you need to handle jobs with efficiency, and you have the practical experience. They've got the goods—just like you—but nowhere real to practice them."

"You mean those guys," Vernon said, sitting up and recalling the three who had helped him in the fight against Rhino. "You mean—you want me to teach them?"

"I want you to work with them," Fury said. "Train with them, fight with them, lead what could be the next greatest team of post-humans."

"So basically, your solution is to sic a bunch of newbies on me as some kind of damage control," Vernon said angrily. "And what if I refuse?"

"Nothing," the spy answered simply. "You're not under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s official jurisdiction yet, so I can't do anything to you even if I want to—unless, of course, I absolutely have to. You're allowed to walk out of here right now, but I can't guarantee that that's gonna work out for you."

Vernon considered this. He knew a threat when he heard one, even when it wasn't a yell of SPIDER-MAN, I'M GONNA KILL YOU, but he also knew that Nick Fury's threats weren't always real threats. However, he did not like his chances.

"As long as they stay out of my business," he muttered, knowing that was the one thing they were least likely to do. He knew how closely teams operated, and it didn't take his spider sense to figure out that this team was going to be much nosier than that. He recalled the annoyed scowl on that Nova guy's face, and internally shuddered.

"It's a deal," Fury said pleasantly, as if Vernon had any choice but to accept the so-called 'deal'. "I'll be checking in regularly, so bear in mind that I'll know if you ever kill one of your teammates and throw their body into the East River."

"I would never go to that much trouble," he replied equally pleasantly, getting up. Then he glanced at the clock, and scowled. "I can't believe you made me skip my biology quiz for five minutes of parental guidance."

"Oh, I'd never lie to a teacher, kid," Fury said, patting his shoulder as he passed him. "A counseling session I promised, and a counseling session you will get."

Vernon glanced at the other agent in dismay, but she only smiled—whether in amusement or reassurance, he couldn't tell. She clicked her pen, picking up the pad, her eyes twinkling. "Settle down, Spider-Man," she said. "This will only take forty minutes."

Vernon almost considered opting out of eating in the cafeteria, but changed his mind at the last moment, knowing it was the only time other than first period biology he got to see Joshua on Mondays. He desperately needed to vent, and his bespectacled friend was the only one who even came close to understanding to the layers of his identity, one of which was a deep-rooted hatred for the universal authority on superheroes.

So he stalked right into lunch, barely noticing the gunk of whatever-it-was thwacking into his plastic tray, and headed for their usual table in the corner of the cafeteria. He didn't need to go that far to get to Joshua, however, as the blue-haired boy almost walked smack into him as he made his way there.

"Woah, woah, steady," Joshua said, grabbing his bicep to prevent them from colliding. "Why are you making like a steamroller towards that innocent little table? And what the hell were you during biology? What was that about?"

Vernon cast a careful glance around the cafeteria, at the crowd of people, one of which could easily overhear them in the close range. "I'll give you the details later," he murmured. "The cusp of the matter is: Fury blackmailed me into signing up for a team activity."

"Wait, wait, wait, Nick Fury?" Joshua asked in awe as they walked over to the table, gripping his tray tightly and hunching his shoulders, leaning slightly towards Vernon in interest. "You mean he was here, in this school?"

"Not even the first time, Josh."

"Not the—" Joshua shook his head, as if shooing away the thoughts. "Okay. Filing that information away for further perusal later. So you're telling me Nick Fury, super-spy, came to this place—" he spread his arms, indicating the school— "to talk to you. Man, sometimes I forget Spider-Man's supposed to be a household name."

"Shut up," Vernon hissed, casting a furtive glance at a heavily tattooed blonde who passed them by closely. "But yeah. And he asked me to team up with these noobs from the S.H.I.E.L.D. future program or something."

Joshua frowned. "But that's kind of cool, though, right?"

"Not if they're gonna slow me down," he replied. "Spider-Man's always operated alone, and—wait, what the hell?"

He stopped in his tracks right before the table, a stunned expression on his face. Joshua raised his eyebrows, following his gaze to the table, which was, surprisingly enough, already occupied.

She was there, of course, at her usual seat, the third from the left, except she was not alone. There was another girl, with dark hair and piercing eyes, picking at a soggy fry with her lips pursed. Next to her was a brooding blond with freckles that stood out against his shockingly pale skin. Last, but not the least, was the boy with the tanned skin who was making Vernon's best friend laugh so hard she was doubled over, a familiar cocky edge to his smile.

"Ah," Joshua said.

Lucy Langdon was one of Vernon's, and therefore Spider-Man's, biggest pressure points. She was also one of the only ones who had been left virtually untouched by all his superhero shenanigans, and he wanted to keep it that way. Though she was smart enough keep up with a few new trainees, as far as Vernon was concerned, she was strictly off-limits. Even to superheroes who could fly and called themselves Nova.

Vernon stalked over to the table and slammed his tray on the surface so hard he made everyone jump. Then he glared at the boy sitting next to her, the one with the bronzed skin, as Joshua stood by awkwardly. "You're in my seat," he said pointedly.

The boy cocked a lazy eyebrow, gesturing to the unoccupied seats opposite him. "I don't see your name on it."

Vernon ground his teeth, raising his hand (no doubt to petulantly slam it down on the table next to his tray) but Joshua grabbed his wrist, giving him a meaningful look. "Don't start anything that can be easily avoided," he muttered to the boy, and Vernon relented, albeit grudgingly.

"You're late," Lucy said conversationally, though your voice was higher than usual, probably because of the sudden tension that had descended upon the table. Vernon sat down slowly, still glaring at the boy, and she glanced at Joshua, who only shrugged. "These are, uhm, they're new."

"I figured," Vernon muttered.

"Three in one day? And this late into the year?" Joshua wondered aloud, raising his eyebrows. "Now I'm curious."

"Nothing worth your curiosity, I'm afraid," the new girl replied. Her eyes, when they swept over Vernon, were watchful and aware. "Just a coincidence. I was supposed to join earlier but there was a family emergency. As for these two, I can only guess." Her smile was small but sharp. "I'm Yeji."

"Felix," said the blond. He looked gloomy, but maybe it was just because of the unhealthy-looking pallor of his skin.

"And I'm Yangyang," the last boy said, with an impish grin that rubbed Vernon the wrong way. He already knew who these three were supposed to be—actually, everyone was supposed to know Felix, since Iceman was already a pretty famous member of the X-Men. Surely dyed hair couldn't be the only change needed to disguise that face? "Me and Felix are cousins, actually."

"Felix and I," Vernon mumbled under his breath, and Lucy gave him a look which he ignored. "Since when did you start taking people in for charity?"

She raised her eyebrows. "Be nice," she said. "They were in my Home Economics class, and if it hadn't been for Yeji here, I might have blown up the marble cake I was supposed to be making."

Joshua frowned. "How?"

"A story for another day." She smiled an unreadable smile, dark eyes sparkling. "Now—"

"No," Vernon said.

She glanced at him. "Excuse me?"

"No," he repeated. Then, as jerkily as he had sat down, he got up, and jabbed a finger at the new arrivals in turn, before pointing over his shoulder. "You three," he said venomously, "to the corridor. Now."

"Aw, man, I can't believe you're being so sensitive about this," Yangyang—Nova—complained loudly, though there was a shit-eating grin on his face as he followed Vernon into the hallway. "So Fury transferred us into your school without checking with you first. Big deal. What are you supposed to be, the queen of England?"

Vernon gave him a spiteful look, but otherwise ignored his remark. Instead, he focused on Yeji, who was watching him patiently, because she looked like the most sensible member of the group. He stared at her for a long moment, struggling to find the words that would convey the exact measure of his indignance. "Why?" he asked finally, giving up.

She shrugged helplessly. "Look, we didn't ask for this, either," she answered. "We're under orders, so it's not like we can just up and leave. Huddling in the hallway isn't a smart decision, either—we already have all eyes on us because of being the three new kids who randomly joined on the same day, and this is only making us look even more suspicious."

Vernon glared at her, trying to think of a good argument, then gave up. He turned on Felix, who was standing off to the side with folded arms, still looking uninterested in the conversation. "You," he said, narrowing his eyes, "you're Iceman."

Felix looked at him neutrally. "Yes."

"You're not under S.H.I.E.L.D.," Vernon said, pointing an accusatory finger. "And you have enough real-world experience, so there's no reason for you to be here instead of with the X-Men—"

"Dude," Felix said frostily; no pun intended. "Drop it."

Yeji nodded, giving Vernon a meaningful look he could not decipher.

"Aw, come on, web-head," Yangyang interjected. "We saved your life and you didn't even thank us, but I'll let that go since your manners aren't exactly polished. But this is just boring."

"It is not," Vernon seethed. "I'll talk to Fury—"

Yangyang snorted. "Good luck with that."

"—or the principal—"

"The new principal," Yeji muttered. "Agent Coulson."

Vernon made an exasperated noise. "The only reason I even agreed to Fury's stupid offer was because I thought it would get him off my case!" he yelled. "School is the only part of my life that's separate from all the wacky crap I have to deal with otherwise, and now even that—" He clenched his teeth. "If I'd known it meant having you people barge into my life like this—"

"Then you couldn't have done anything about it, even knowing," Yeji said, gently cutting him off. "Face it, hero. You're stuck with us as much as we're stuck with you—whether any of us like it or not."

[parkerpeter24]

Chocolates And Crushes ~ Peter Parker🌟💕

Part-3 of the Eight Days Of Valentine series

Warnings: fluff, a little angst but in a fluffy way.

This was the idea of @the-crazy-fanfictionist

He was sad most of the times, but so were you. He wasn't the Peter you knew. He was someone else but again so were you. You could've broken down, you could’ve done things to yourself, but one thing that you’ve learned from your father the best is to bottle up all your emotions, keep them in the darkest corner of your mind and focus on what the moment needs you to do.

Peter knew that you were a copy of your father. Except sometimes you would open up, you'd tell him all the things that were making you question yourself. And he'd help you in any way he can, be it by doing weird stuff or bringing chocolates for you.

You had a pact signed up for situations like these. A chocolate from the one who was at fault. Most of the time it had been Peter. He knew that you'd forgive him for anything with your favourite chocolate and a typical grin he flashed you rarely. Which made your heart race like a bullet train.

Sometime ago, if you had the courage to talk to him about your feelings, about how this was not about the chocolates only. If you were a little brave. There had been moments where it would've worked like a charm like the first time he got those chocolates for you.

You entered your hotel room, limping lightly because of the stupid robber. Sitting on your bed, you carefully slipped out of your suit. After having a long shower, you were again in your comfortable clothes and ready to fall on your comfortable bed.

As soon as you opened the door to your bedroom, you were met by the much familiar figure of Peter Parker crouching down beside your bed and holding open the first drawer of your bedside table. His eyes met yours and the drawer was closed in a nanosecond.

"Hey, creep. What're you doing here?" You asked nonchalantly. You weren't at all surprised at his presence. You knew that he would be here after what happened a while ago. But he was standing there like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I-I'm here to say that I'm sorry for what I said." He murmured. You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. He stood there silently staring at the floor with a small frown on his face.

"Then say it." You demanded.

"W-what?"

"You're here to say sorry?" He nodded, gulping slightly at the tone of your voice, "Then say it."

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said, what I said." He apologised. You softened a little and moved closer to him, "I should never have said that you're useless. It was just in the heat."

"It's okay. Now, what's in the drawer?" You asked, curiosity taking over you.

"It-it's nothing. Nothing." He nodded along. You moved towards the drawer with him hot on your trail.

"Chocolates?" You asked with a small smile on your face. He scratched the back of his neck as a tight lipped smile appeared on his face. He didn't know what you'd do. Maybe you'd laugh at him and tell him to improve his apolgising technique, "I love them." Was all you said as a carefree smile appeared on your face.

The next ten minutes were spent on the balcony of your room talking about school while eating the bunch of sweetness.

He was perched up on the railing, ready to go home as to not worry May when a sense of confidence perked up inside you, "Pete, I need to tell you something." He waited for you to say something as your mouth opened and closed again, "We left Ned at the party." You blinked, shutting your eyelids tightly.

"Oh, shit!" He cursed as the eyes on his suit grew wide, he pulled the mask completely down and shot you a final look, "I should go." He said and you nodded. In a moment he was gone and you were by yourself.

"So much for stupid crushes." You sighed.

Or the second time.

You sat in the restaurant for three hours. That was the limit. Enough with the weird glances, those filled with pity and empathy. Why do people care if he ditched you. You could feel anger coursing through your veins and you were sure that Brad Davis was going to get one from you on Monday.

You got up from the chair and pulled out your phone to call Happy. Walking out of the place you walked on the footpath. Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat beside you and you looked to the side to see the spandex clad superhero and you placed a hand over your heart.

"You really are a creep." You said as your heartbeat fastened. Not only because he scared you but also because he was around you. It normally did.

"You look pretty." He complimented ignoring your question, "I thought you were on a date with-" He started but you cut him off.

"Brad Davis." You grumbled, "That boy is so dead."

"Hey, relax." He tried to calm you down, "Wanna go swinging?" He asked and you smiled, looking at him and vigorously nodded your head.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder as he wrapped his around your waist. These were your favourite moments. No, you weren't a fan of heights but this was the closest you got to Peter, so why not.

He swung you to the Stark tower and to your room. You sighed as soon as you landed on the floor, this was all you'd get for sometime. Peter loved the way you would snuggle closer to him when both of you were in the sky. He would never let you fall and you knew, but he rarely offered to swing you to places because your suit had boosters which would let you fly. Now you wish you didn't have them.

"I would've never stood you up." Peter suddenly said, making you jerk your head up to look into his eyes. His mask was off now and he stood on your roof, slightly taller than you, "I love you." He said making your heart stop and your eyes grew wide.

"Y-you do?" You stuttered as soon as his arms wrapped around you in a warm hug.

"Yeah, you're my best friend!" He exclaimed. Let's be honest, that's the worst thing to hear from your crush after you get stood up by a stupid boy. You sighed, finally wrapping your arms around his back.

"I do too. I love you, Peter Parker." At least you got to say it.

But you could never do it. Was now a good time to say the things you should've said long ago? You didn't think so. You carefully wrapped the chocolates in the papers and placed them in the box.

You knocked on the door of the Parker's residence holding the box in one hand. May opened the door with a smile so wide that you couldn't help the smile that made its way to your face.

"Hey, (y/n)! Peter's in his room, packing. Did you pack already?" She asked and you nodded.

"I did, Pep helped me." You said, entering the house and walking towards Peter's room.

"I'll be in the living room if you need me." She told you before sitting back on the couch and flipping through her magazine.

You walked into the room since the door was open, Peter closed his suitcase as you entered the room, "Hey." He said, surprise written all over his face.

"Hi, Pete." You greeted, "How are you?"

"I'm better now." He shrugged, "Did you finish packing already?"

"Yeah." You said. There was a moment where both of you didn't know what to say and that had never happened before. The two of you always knew what to say to the other. Well, there's first time for everything.

"What's in the box?" He asked breaking the silence.

"Oh, yes. This is for you." You said and handed it over to him. "You see it after I leave, which might be any second now." You said, making him laugh for the first time in a very long time.

"You didn't change at all." He said, his eyes locking to yours.

"Neither did you." You replied, moving a little closer to him. He sighed, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. His heart clenched when he heard a chocked sob escape your mouth.

You parted from him to look at him, finally taking all his features in as he did the same to you, eyes lingering over your lips for a moment. You cupped his cheek with one of your hands as he pulled you closer until your foreheads were touching.

"I was scared that I'd never get to see you again." He whispered, feeling you come closer until you pecked his lips. "I love you." He said finally, before connecting your lips with his in a much needed kiss, the chocolate box long forgotten.

"Kids are you- Oh my god, I'm sorry." May squeaked as she saw what was going on. Honestly, she wanted this to happen, "You two, keep on doing what you were doing. I'll be ordering some pizza. Finally!" She clapped her hands as she danced back to the living room. You laughed at her childish behaviour.

"I love her more than you, is that okay?" You asked Peter, once again wrapping your arms around his waist. He wrapped his around your shoulders, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"That's perfect, angel."

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[fluffshisuga]

Hugs (Tsukishima x reader)

I had a dream last night that Tsukki got mad that i didn't hug him this morning i felt bad🥺

Warnings? Angst in the middle, the rest is just awkward fluff because Tsukki is a tsundere bitch honestly.

1) I SAUD ANGST IN THE MIDDLE BUT ITS REALLY ANGST UNTIL THE END?????? I'M CONFUSED

Jkjk i love him ~_~

Every day, since the beginning of Middle School, you'd walk with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi to school. And every morning, you'd give Tsukishima a light hug, showing your appreciation for the tall Boy walking with you and Yams, who was constantly bullied. You'd try on multiple occasions to stop the bullies, but because you were small as well they'd push you to the ground and leave you. Tsukishima helped stop the bullying, and the two of you were grateful for his help.

You knew Tsukishima had an older brother. He'd talk about how he'd be playing volleyball and how he was the ace. He was always excited to talk about his brother, and he was generally excited to play volleyball. That's when he and Yamaguchi joined the small volleyball team for the younger kids. You'd sit, watching the boys play. They enjoyed it immensely. One day, the boys got into a fight with another kid, who claimed his big brother was the ace of the same team and Tsukishima's brother. They quarreled for a few minutes before you were able to separate them. That day, Tsukishima decided to sneak to his brother's game and see him play.

Yamaguchi and yourself went with him. You wanted to meet his brother and see how the older kids played. During the game, Tsukishima never saw his brother in the court. Confused, he started to look around. You saw him look around, and thought you'd look for a boy that looked similar to Tsukishima, hopefully finding his brother. If he wasn't on the court playing the game, where was he? Was he injured, and couldn't play? Or did be oversleep? The thoughts ran through your head as your gaze met the other side of the room. Right across from you was an older boy who looked like your friend, and he seemed to be cheering for the same team Tsukishima's brother was part of. You turned to Tsukishima, about to point the older boy out when you saw the colour drain from his face.

Following his gaze you saw him looking at the other boy, the one you wanted to show Tsukishima. They both looked horrified. "Tsukki is that-" you were cut off by Tsukishima grabbing you and Yamaguchi and dragging you away. That's when you realized the unsettling truth. His brother wasn't actually the ace, he wasn't even playing the game. He had lied, and made it look like he was still playing when he actually wasn't. You knew it crushed Tsukishima, and you didn't know how to make him feel better.

When he finally stopped, he let go if both of your sleeves, Yamaguchi looking around confused. You stared back at the gym, the shock still resting in you. After a few moments, it hit you even harder. Tsukishima was lied to, and found out in the worst way possible. He was having the hardest time, you knew. You had to think of a way to help him.

Slowly walking towards the tall boy, you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. It was all you could do to hide the tears forming in your own eyes. He never hugged back. Not with your light hugs, and not with this hug. The hug that showed him you cared and wanted to help him.

After that day Tsukishima became cold and distant. You still gave him morning hugs, but they were even lighter than before. You were scared that he was getting tired of you, that your efforts were meaningless. You continued this tradition all the way to High School. The boys decided to join Karasuno, and you joined them.

You never knew why he kept playing. He didn't enjoy volleyball anymore, almost like he played it in spite of himself. You were worried for him. Every morning, you'd still give him a light hug, and the three of you would stop for breakfast before school. This was your routine. None of you were ever late and you always showed up together.

Until your parents went in a business trip, leaving you home alone. They had been gone for two months, and each call told you they would be later each time. At first, it didn't bother you. You could take care of yourself, and were still getting good grades in school. But you started lacking.

One Monday, you never showed up to the corner with the boys. They had waited for over half an hour, to which you never showed. They figured that you were already at the school and went ahead. They walked for 10 minutes when they heard hurried footsteps quickly approaching behind them. "Wait for me!" Your voice rang, breathless. The boys turned and watched as you ran to them, stopping to take many hurried breaths. Your uniform was messed up, along with your hair. You had one shoe on and the other in your hand. Your face was flushed red and sweat formed on your brow.

Taking a final deep breath, you stood to straight, and started walking towards the school. "What happened to you?" Yamaguchi asked, eyes filled with worry. Still taking breaths, you made a sentence. "I- uH, slept in late- just woke up- 5 minutes ago!" You were able to put your shoe on, and started trying to fix your skirt. You had just made it to the school, still breathing heavily while the two boys looked down at your figure with concern. Walking into your class, you found it empty.

"WE HAD A FREE PERIOD?" You yelled, pulling at your hair in frustration. The boys laughed at your frustration, and you spun around and smacked them both on the arm. "There's time for breakfast now, let's go get something," Yamaguchi suggested, looking at Tsukishima. He nodded and they started to walk out. "You guys go ahead, I'm not very hungry anyway." You said, plopping down into a seat. "Are you sure?" Yamaguchi asked. You nodded and waved them off, dropping your head onto the desk.

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima walked down the hall to where there was food. A weird look was in Tsukishima's eyes as they walked, a look Yamaguchi had never seen. "What's up?" He asked, looking up at his friend. Through his glasses, Tsukishima glanced at Yamaguchi. "Nothing," he stated plainly, fixing his glasses. You had always joined them for breakfast, and you were never late. You were actually strange today, not to mention you didn't give him your signature hug that morning. That was what drove him to confusion. You'd never forget to hug him, no matter his attitude or your situation.

That day, you didn't eat lunch either. You sat with them as they ate. Yamaguchi constantly offered you food, but you shook your head, claiming you weren't hungry. When classes finished, the three of you left the school and walked to the corner that you'd always meet up at. You said your goodbyes and started walking to your house. Closing the door, you placed your bag down and flopped onto the couch, sighing. You made yourself a small plate of dinner and ate, going upstairs to take a hot shower.

This process went on for a week. Each day, you'd sleep in, skip breakfast and lunch, eat a small dinner and take a shower. And each morning, you forgot the hugs. Once the weekend had hit, you found yourself staring at your ceiling. You got a call from your parents last night saying that they were going to come home even later than before, making them gone for almost a year.

Saturday, you lazed about. You studied, laid in bed, clean the house, then cook a small dinner and take a shower. You never checked your phone.

That night you were laying in bed, the lights on and light music playing from the radio sitting on your side table. You didn't hear the door open, or your name being called from downstairs. You didn't even notice your bedroom door open, a tall figure standing in the doorway. You were completely zoned out staring at the ceiling.

Something fell onto your face. Panicking, you sat up and looked around. "Glad i wasn't an intruder or anything," Tsukishima said, holding another pillow in his hand. "How'd you get in?" You asked, slowly getting out of bed. Tsukishima shrugged, "you left the door unlocked. I texted you to tell you i was on the way, but you haven't looked at it so you wouldn't know." He stated. You nodded your head slowly, sitting on the edge of your bed. He walked over and sat next to you.

"What's been bothering you?" He asked. You gasped lightly. "Nothing is wrong? I'm fine!" You said, laughing. He knew you were lying. "Did you eat today?" You nodded, looking at the discarded dinner plate on the ground. Tsukishima raised an eyebrow. "Dinner? Did you eat anything else?" You shook your head, looking down at your feet. Tsukishima sighed, scooting closer to you. "What's wrong then?" He asked again, closer to your face. You shook your head and avoided Eye contact. "I'm just not that hungry. Honest!"

Your tone told him to drip it, and he did. You sat in silence for a few minutes. "It's been a week since you hugged me you know," he stated coldly. A shiver went up your spine. He noticed. Has he always expected a hug from you every morning, and was being late messing it up? "I- i thought you didn't like me hugging you." You said, looking up at the tall boy. He shook his head, a smirk on his lips. "It's comforting." He said plainly, looking off at your things.

An object caught his eye. A medium sized statue of a dinosaur stood on your desk. He sat up and walked towards it, examining it. "What's this?" He asked, looking back at you. "It was going to be your birthday present." You said, standing up and walking towards him. He looked at the dinosaur again. "You can have it now if you want. It's not much of a surprise now that you've seen it. I'll buy another cool one for you." You said, gesturing to the dino. He kept holding it, "I'll take it now if you start eating more food and getting up on time." A light blush made its way to your cheeks. (Y'ALL here comes the fluff that we want) Nodding, he took the dinosaur and placed it into his bag. "I'll text you tomorrow, make sure you texted back this time, dummy."

On Sunday, he texted you, and consistently texted you throughout the day making sure you were taking care of yourself. He sent you a picture of your gift, standing among the other dinosaurs he had collected. Most of them came from you. Monday morning, he called you to make sure you got up. He stayed on the phone until you were in view speed walking towards the corner. You put your phone away and started to run, jumping as you did.

You gave Tsukishima a tight hug, the same hug you'd given him all those years ago. This time, he returned it. And he returned every hug from then on out. He made sure you took care of yourself, and always talked to you.

Eventually, he asked you out, and you dated for years. You still gave him a hug every morning, and on your wedding day, you gave each other the tightest hug you could muster.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ava & Grace

Ava: Please tell me you're free this weekend and if not please tell me you can make yourself available Grace: I obvs can be, why though?? Ava: Because Buster and Rio have imposed themselves on me Ava: or been imposed by my mum, anyway Ava: I was planning a party and they'll be way more chill if you come 'cos it's evidently not a rager Ava: but then we can still have a party and I don't have to kms/them 🙄 Grace: excuse you I can hang! but duh I will come cos you so wanna see your 💍👰 man, I see you babes Ava: You know what I mean though Ava: there's an assumption if fam is invited there's not also dealers and roadmen on the guestlist Ava: My brother is in an annoying mood and I cannot with that Ava: He won't be there, obviously 💍👰 Grace: 🙄 yeah Grace: UM tbh when is Buster not Grace: but I'll do the babysitting so you don't have to 👌👌 get you time to be 😍💖😘 Ava: Obvs it'll be good to see you too Ava: even if it clearly seems that shameless Grace: idc I'm that shameless at the prospect of hot london boys sooo Ava: 😂 Ava: I'll make sure there's plenty Grace: I'm not sorry that the accent is like !!! Ava: 😏 It's a fine line Grace: I'm walking a fine line here babes Grace: we don't even need to get into it Grace: get me on a ✈ literally Ava: Fair enough Ava: We can get into it when we've got into enough bottles Ava: They're coming over Friday at some point, ask 'em for the deets Grace: mhmm can't 🤐😶 me after the 🍾🍾 pops Grace: ugh Grace: texting Ri rn though Ava: Your accent is pretty !!! too so it's chill Ava: 🙌🙏 You're a lifesaver Grace: oh honey, you know boys love to hook up with me cos of my mouth but it's also what sends them running like Ava: Good thing it's just a weekend Ava: no time for running Grace: it's my turn ⏲🏃 Ava: Just not too soon, eh Grace: I got you, girl 💜 Grace: but we literally do need to get into what's going on with you & 👰💍 Grace: I'm so not waiting for you to make a 🍾 toast about him before I get any goss! Ava: I'm not planning on getting that wasted Ava: I don't even know where to start Ava: it's really gone 0-100 since we last spoke Grace: 😱😱😱 OMG! 👌 did you hit him up or did he hit you up?? Ava: Well Ava: Speaking of shameless Ava: I did legitimately lose a bracelet that night but I didn't really need to ask him if he'd seen it/could check for me Grace: your [expensive brand 1 that idk] or the [expensive bracelet 2]? Ava: My [expensive brand 3 plot twist] Ava: I got it for my birthday, actually Ava: Anyway, he rang everywhere up but obviously it was long gone, who isn't taking that if they can but I didn't even care 'cos it got us talking again and it was Ava: he wanted to see me the next day, so we arranged to meet at lunch Ava: but before I went to school, I got a delivery and he'd replaced the bracelet Ava: I was like...what Grace: OMG AVA! Grace: that's so cute Grace: he's so Grace: LITERALLY OMG Ava: He really is Ava: and he says the most amazing things and it doesn't just feel like talk but Ava: obviously, it's always going to be complicated, there's no way it can't be, he's said that too and I know it Grace: I'm totally shook Grace: like I thought this would be a one off, obvs no shade Grace: I'm definitely babysitting for you now! Ava: Me too Ava: it's ridiculous but somehow not Ava: not when we're talking like we've always known each other or when he's here Grace: how are you even living a 💖📽🎞 rn like ???!! Ava: I know like fully someone is gonna yell cut or jump out on me and tell me it's just a prank Grace: you literally have to get him over at yours before your parents come back Ava: Hopefully Ava: He can definitely do Monday, so I need Buster and Rio fully distracted then Ava: Friday is up in the air so I'll just let you know when it's safe for you to all head over, yeah? Grace: 💜🤞 Grace: I'll have the freakout that's SO overdue about my own love life Grace: once I start 😭😭😭💔 I can go for hours duh Ava: 🏆 to Miss Grace Cavante Grace: like it's not a lie 💜🙏 there IS a boy & I AM freaking out, I just don't need their advice about any of it 🙄🙄 Ava: Hint taken, no advice but I'm all ears 😶👂 Grace: it's fine you're not really old & 💖😍 smug & just GROSS Ava: Cheers, babe 😏 Ava: Lay it on me then Grace: ugh I can't even Grace: he's just not Grace: he's not any kind of boy I know how to deal with Ava: What's he like then? Grace: like he wants to talk to me?? but actually not just 😏😘!? Ava: Like you're a human? Ava: Where'd you meet him? Grace: at the gym so I was LITERALLY blindsided cos every lad in there is so 💪🤳🏻 Ava: + 1 for not being that kinda douche Grace: but if he was I wouldn't have to leave every 🗨 like ✔ Ava: You don't know what to say Grace: duh what can I even Ava: Well, if you have nothing in common, not a lot Ava: but you gotta do some talking before you can find out if it's worth doing any more, like Grace: ive gotta run away so thanks for the party invite, babes Grace: v well timed tbh Ava: You can do that too Grace: yeah Ava: Why not give it a shot though Ava: you clearly wanna, even with the freaking out Grace: UM hello?? do you not remember the cringefest that was my life not that long ago?! Ava: We've all made questionable choices Grace: & now I'm doing this thing™ where I like don't make a total fool of myself 24 7 Ava: Can't relate, clearly 😂 Grace: well you're in a rom com sooo Ava: Yeah and we could be about to see me 💔💀 eating my weight in ice cream Grace: that would barely be a 🍦🍨 binge 👌👌👌 Grace: & boys don't just buy bracelets cos they're lost Grace: this bitch can't get a boy to do the clasp on her necklace Ava: They do regret in almost instantly though Ava: maybe he thought I was guilting him or some shit Grace: if he thought that he wouldn't still be 😍😍😍 Grace: which he obvs is Ava: It's a headfuck but hey Ava: what ain't Grace: mhmmm Grace: you're about it though Ava: He's a really good guy Ava: I'm aware how naive that sounds given but still Grace: he can be a good guy & bad for his 👰💍 Grace: or she's bad for him Grace: some couples don't work, can't even Ava: She's Ava: a whole other story Grace: how well do you know her? Ava: Her reputation preceeds her in a lot of ways Ava: and I know some of it as fact, basically so Grace: Ew Grace: she sounds so #goals honestly 🙄 Ava: You have no idea Ava: but there's nothing I can do about it Grace: it's the worst Ava: yeah Grace: anything else I can do I totally will Ava: Thanks, babe 💙 Ava: all you need to do is distract, and we'll have a good time to celebrate Grace: 💜 Grace: seriously looking forward to it Ava: Me too Ava: I'll invite every hot boy I know Grace: ILY you know Ava: Duh 😏 Ava: ily too but save it for the 🥂 Grace: 🙏 that's all I say Grace: I don't 💕 gym boy Ava: Just chatting about your 😍 Ava: stop me mentioning mine, please 🙄 Grace: shh no Grace: I wanna hear everything about yours Grace: & your lunch date, thanks Ava: Okay, that was pretty cute Ava: so he picked me up from school in an uber so we got to make the most of the limited time we had Ava: then we went to get coffee and tried like everything on the menu Ava: and we watched a kinda dumb kinda everything film and you know Grace: it's SO rude that he's already married & you can't 💍 him cos that's such a MOOD Grace: like okay never tell Jimmy about the whole menu cos he'll khs but whatever Ava: I know, had to tip the baristas and the uber driver so handsomely Ava: but it was worth it Grace: I can relate, mine have definitely 👀 some shit 😂😂 Grace: less worth it though & obvs not as recently 🙏😇 Ava: I'm sure they found it entertaining Ava: miss it, if anything Grace: 🤷💅 Grace: but for real, I don't Grace: not my reputation & everything Grace: though if your bf's wife can get a 💍 there's obvs hope still Ava: Good Ava: for real Ava: you don't need any of that bullshit Ava: oh girl please 🙄 Ava: you ain't about to force a marriage Ava: or even more shaming, have your parents come together to force a marriage Grace: declaring myself a no fuckboy zone has been good Grace: even if that does mean staying single cos duh Ava: There's far worse things in life to be 🤷 Grace: yeah like I thought it would be the WORST but Ava: Can't be worse than fuckboys Grace: true Ava: even the ones that ain't Ava: or seem like more Ava: total headfuck Grace: preach! literally living my BEST life until gym boy got on my radar and got me like !!?? Grace: 🙄🙄 Ava: yeah Ava: tell me about it Grace: gonna have to put my phone under 🔐 somewhere when we're 🥂💃 Ava: Confiscated at the door, naturally Grace: yours too so you don't call up a divorce lawyer for your boyfriend 😂 Ava: not even funny Ava: 😏 Grace: sorry babes Ava: it would be funny if it weren't true Ava: not for my sake though Grace: I know Grace: I can't even imagine how tragic he's living Grace: ugh Ava: It's genuinely fucked Ava: and like, not in a 'he's told me to get in my pants' vibe Ava: you can tell, even without the full story Grace: & like there's little kids involved it's so 💔 Ava: I don't even know how to feel about them Ava: or if I should think about them Grace: I don't know if you'll be able to not Grace: think about them Grace: & not just cos like he has to Grace: cos you're you Ava: They'll never know Ava: so I don't have to feel bad Grace: 💜🤞 Ava: It sounds like their mum's whole vibe Ava: and their relationship Ava: is like, Ava: enough trouble Ava: I'm not gonna bring anything else to the table for any of them Grace: well yeah she sounds like an evil 👑!!! Ava: She is Ava: was Ava: Ugh, idk Grace: you're not gonna tell me who they are like EVER, are you?! Ava: I can't Grace: it's okay Grace: like it's soo not but I'm not gonna be that bitch about it Grace: or any of your secrets Ava: You can fill in the blanks Ava: it's not as if anyone is gonna know so put whatever hot face suits Grace: I'm here, just like tell me what you wanna tell me, yeah? Grace: no drama Ava: 😘 Ava: I know its so frustrating though, I'd feel it too no doubt Grace: it's this fam & our track record with secrets getting me worried Ava: I know Ava: it's Ava: nothing to worry about Ava: I've got it Grace: just keep hitting me up whenever you need to 👌👌 cos that's something else none of us obvs ever do Grace: & everything's such a mess literally always Ava: I know Ava: I bet Edie would have some advice Ava: super dubious Grace: 🙄🙄 Grace: she'd have taken the bracelet & ✌ out Ava: Honestly Ava: is that not the right thing to do tbh Grace: duh depends how hot he is Ava: I doubt he'd be much her type Grace: I'd totally have to hook up with him though Grace: sorry not sorry Ava: 🙄 Grace: 😂 Ava: Ugh, I need to start drinking now Grace: what's he doing? invite him out Ava: He's with his family Grace: then he'll definitely wanna come Ava: Stop Grace: okay sorry 🤐😶 Ava: It's fine Ava: I am gonna go though, gotta get ready Grace: I should totally pick & pack a party outfit or I'll never be able to decide on a make up look Ava: Get busy, babe Grace: mhmmm Grace: you too hun Ava: 💙

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Carly & Ali

Carly: 😢💔 Carly: treats not tricks Ali: Baby Ali: You can't say seeing Drew shit himself was anything but a 🍬 Carly: ha Carly: hide & seek? Carly: goldie's gonna b too sad to play unless ur sister steps up her comforting tho Ali: fun Ali: or manhunt Ali: and not a fate I'd wish on anyone, that Ali: he can be on our team, stop him pouting too hard Carly: let him hunt u & he couldn't be happier Carly: even if i offered to take off clothes each time i got found Carly: but you want his boy bestie to find you yea Ali: so telling Ali: Lene would have a field-day Ali: ain't no one's prey, baby Carly: nah hes urs Carly: sweet enough to eat Ali: nah Ali: no one's sweeter than you 🍓🍯 Carly: aw Carly: 🐅💙 Ali: I mean it Ali: you be captain, you pick Carly: cos u havent tasted him yet Carly: u pick & then tell me whos sweetest after Ali: do you want me to or don't you Carly: u wanna Carly: he does Ali: I'm asking what you want, though Carly: i want you to have fun Ali: I am Ali: with you Ali: you don't need to worry Carly: its k & so am i Ali: promise? Carly: ur cute & u dont need to worry Carly: hes just a lad Ali: I know he is Ali: like I knew he'd be a good fit for this trip, that's all Carly: idc if u wanna fuck him on this trip or when we get back is what i mean Carly: u can like him if you don't like him as much as me Ali: I don't like anyone as much as I like you, Carls Carly: is that a truth or a dare? Ali: it's the truth Ali: I don't need to be dared into nothing Ali: I want you Carly: u wanna make me cry i reckon Carly: being 👼 Ali: not even Ali: like you said, if either of us wanted to go there with anyone else, it's a bridge we'd cross as and when Ali: I'm not gonna do anything behind your back, trust me Carly: u don't have to Carly: u can do anything u want Carly: not ur ex Carly: cute as she is its v intense Carly: im letting ur wings stay open Ali: you don't have to be the anti-her, you know Ali: just be you Ali: I care about you, what you want and what you think, just tell me that always Carly: ha what would the anti her b? Carly: ur sister mayb Carly: or drews Ali: either way Ali: not what I'm after Ali: 😬 Carly: idk drews sister is cute Carly: & hed b so mad about it Ali: world's most confusing boner, you mean Carly: 😂 Ali: not looking to blow either of their minds Ali: again, in his case, of course Carly: he's the cutest when he don't know what's happening Carly: like a baby 🐕 Ali: if I was being a bitch I'd say that was always Ali: but I've already wounded his ego too much today Ali: bless him Carly: ha Carly: never heard a boy scream w out being touched Carly: learning things this trip Ali: 😂 Ali: stick with me, babe Carly: 🏫 Ali: not 'til Monday Ali: 👎 Carly: im not gonna go Carly: say it was 👽 Carly: snatched for being this sexy soz Ali: good thinkin' Ali: if they're too squeamish to ask about sickness and diarrhoea, they ain't gonna deepdive into probing, like Carly: or 👻have taken over my body Carly: brb after the exorcism 😈 Ali: shame we ain't kicking it catholic Ali: they'd do it for the fun of, beats a normal day of Carly: @ my gma Carly: shes 😢💔 i dont want jesus inside me Carly: he's too nice like Carly: not my type Ali: could always go for Judas Ali: #hotfriend Carly: o true Ali: plus Iscariot is an amazing last name so Carly: baby we gotta get divorced rn Ali: 💔 Carly: dont b sad Carly: ill b back w a great name u can take Ali: hold you to that, girl 💍⛓ Carly: u can Carly: i love u more than any biblical figures Ali: even Mary Magdalene? 😍😍😍 Carly: dont tell her Ali: keep it between you and me Carly: 💙👼 Ali: you're so cute Carly: you're cuter Ali: nope Ali: I 👑 you the cutest Carly: aw Carly: if it goes to a vote youll win tho Ali: nah Carly: yea Carly: ur sister & ex dont like me Carly: the boys like u more Ali: they ain't got the good taste I do Carly: thats putting yourself down! Carly: they all love u Ali: but I love you Carly: i love u Ali: let's go be alone Carly: yea Carly: shoo the 👻s away for us baby Ali: 🔫🔫🔫 Carly: my hero Ali: you know it Ali: not to be my ex about it either Carly: she did rescue me too first night ever Carly: & shes not that bad Ali: 😒 why don't you marry her Ali: 😉 Carly: too straight Ali: 😂 Ali: we'll show her how straight you are Carly: she invited now? k then Ali: maybe not SEE then Ali: hear Carly: if she hears they all will Carly: sure u want that? Ali: let's deliberate Carly: what does that mean? Ali: that we're gonna start and then I'll see how I'm feeling Carly: o Carly: thats a dare isnt it Ali: if you're up to it, baby Carly: u kno i am Carly: & i can make u be louder than me Carly: if u wanna double dare it Ali: you know I do Carly: yea Carly: i can 👀 Carly: ur eyes r really blue & ur cute face is really pink Ali: it's the 🔥 Carly: nah its me Carly: hotter Ali: not gonna disagree Carly: not what i want u to say Ali: go on then, you 👀 Ali: what do you wanna 👂 Carly: more fun to make it happen Carly: if i tell u course youll say it to be sweet to me Ali: okay, let's play then Carly: where? Ali: don't think we'll be able to stop Marlene coming through if we desecrate her car so Carly: so cute Carly: take our chances w the dead then Ali: you aren't scared anymore, are you? Carly: ive got u to protect me y would i b Ali: and I swear, all treats Ali: or you know, the fun kind of tricks only Carly: ive missed u so much Carly: ur here i kno but scooby gang r too Carly: & yea drews the 🐕 Ali: 😂 omg too real 'cos Caleb is clearly Shaggy Ali: you can be Daphne, babe, I'll allow it Ali: but we can be alone all day Monday, yeah, I promise Carly: which 1 is the hot nerd cuz if its ur sister thats awks boo Carly: soz she loves me if she's the scarf wearing fashionista still tho Carly: ur ex coulda got away w it if it weren't for us pesky kids 😠 Ali: we'll let Meena and her duke it out who wants to be who Ali: I'll have to be Scrappy and I'm not even mad tbh Carly: aw ur that cute Ali: 🥊 Carly: thats y id go anywhere w you even ur exs car Carly: so safe w my baby Ali: always boo Ali: I've got you Carly: hold my hand not cuz im scared Carly: dont let go til u have to Ali: that's a challenge isn't it Carly: if it feels like 1 ill have to b that bitch & throw ur 💍 @ u Ali: 😂 Ali: you know how holdable you are Carly: dont leave me yet k Carly: its so loud in my 🧠 & 💙 how much i dont want u too Ali: I'm not leaving you ever Carly: im not saying u gotta promise me so hard Ali: but I am Ali: 'cos I'm not Ali: I love you now, no matter what Ali: I'm gonna be here for you Carly: i kno u mean it Carly: ur 👼 energy is always around me now Carly: but he's a nice lad who likes u thats not coming around much so don't forget Ali: I'll try not to take that personally, babe 😜 Ali: but I know what you mean Carly: do u cuz being w u is like its still summer @ a party where pretty girls keep telling u ur pretty & the lads who r rides wanna get u drinks & u kno every song thats playing Carly: like being high but w out chasing it or any of the shit u have to do to get 💊 Carly: & it lasts the comedown dont get u Carly: idk its hard to explain cept ive never met anyone like u cuz there isnt Carly: but theres girls & lads same as me everywhere Ali: baby Ali: that isn't true and you've given the proof right there Ali: you've got a poet's soul Ali: you're so special and you don't even know it Ali: that makes you more Carly: ur really magic Carly: im sorry Carly: dont b mad at me Carly: or sad Ali: I'm not Ali: why would I be Ali: like ever Ali: but especially right now Carly: idk Carly: i wasn't ur go to girl for pranking every1 Ali: not because you did something wrong Ali: not because of anything Ali: if I thought about it at all I was just trying to involve everyone, you know Ali: make sure everyone's having a good time Carly: jk 👼 baby i kno ur intentions r pure 💙 Carly: y ur 👑 leader Ali: okay you got me back then Ali: 💚 Carly: ha im full of tricks & treats Ali: 😏 come show me Carly: k