#I try at least. I’ve gotten better I hope. not perfect but. better

[peapod20001]

Me: wow I’ve never been so alone in my life and everything is sad and my body is cold :,,(

*realizes I haven’t eaten in 10 hours*

Me: so anyways everything I’ve felt in the past hour and a half is fake

[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

Who says I’m sharing that bath with you?

female anatomy for reader (no use of y/n, gender-neutral pronouns)

nsfw, fluffy smut basically word count: 1900~ english is not my first language. if you spot any mistakes (grammatical especially), any typos/misspelled words or if you have any advices for me in general: please let me know. reblogs and comments are highly appreciated.

art cr: @arcanescribbles

"Have some mercy on yourself," you mumble, wrapping an arm around his slender waist, and its thinness has you flabbergasted and somewhat concerned again. He doesn't hesitate. Allows you to place that weary head on his shoulder, to nuzzle into the crook of his neck – a pleasant relief in the guise of your heat, of the rhythmic breaths tickling his slimline skin.

"You can't work that much,” you remind him, trying to hide your evident worry behind a light-hearted chuckle.

“Have you ever heard of a proper greeting?” Viktor quirks an eyebrow, and his deft hand quickly grabs yours to do a thing that never fails to make your heart shrink; he has you melting at the feeling of his dry, warm lips on your knuckles yet again.

“Hug is a proper greeting,” you protest with a slightly offended scoff, burying your nose into the gorgeous mess of his hair —all unkempt strands and a sturdy scent of something pleasant, yet not exactly definable.

“Not when it comes with scolding,” Viktor releases your hand, the touch of his lips lingering on its skin, and he turns around, forcing you to break the embrace for a second — which you do reluctantly. But now you get to face him, and that certainly feels like a much bigger win.

A win and a one more reason to give him a lecture. Viktor initiates eye contact, runs a hand along the perfect curve of your hips, hoping that his gentle touch is a good enough distraction from his terribly deep eye-bags — so treacherously confirming your concerns about his sleep schedule (or the lack of such, to be precise).

"You've gotten thinner," you state with a sad frown, looking Viktor up and down. "And you need a nap," you continue, tangling two fingers into his hair. "And a bath.”

“I’ve missed you terribly, and that’s the first thing you mention when I finally have you in my arms?” Viktor cooed, staring at you with a guilty smile — your love-sick genius, always exhausted yet so unexplainably handsome in his own special way.

You scoff again. Wrap your arms around his neck, gently pressing him against the desk — a small gesture of care that allows his body a better support without the cane.

“Have you eaten today?” you carefully ask, watching his expression closely.

“Maybe,” he grudgingly answers, and his amber eyes are lancing right through you in the dull light of his lab — tired, attentive, pretty.

“I don’t like that answer,” your voice is a sweet purr against his skin, and he winces as you slide a hand down his chest, fixing his vest for him.

“You’re being incredibly annoying today,” he informs you, pressing a quick peck to your lips. A brief one, barely palpable, too fleeting to give you a proper taste. “Perhaps I should appease you.”

“If you want to appease me, a kiss like that won’t do.”

“Demanding, are we?” he quirked an eyebrow, casually sitting down at his desk, squeezing your waist in a playful attempt to pull you onto his lap. But you don’t move an inch. Not until he kisses you properly, at least.

He gets the hint. Gently grabs your chin, pressing your noses together, kissing the right way this time, deep and slow, with his tongue brushing your bottom lip before slipping into your open mouth — it’s almost lewd, actually, since this small motion stole a surprised moan from you. The kiss of a hungry, fervently missing his lover man. Your man.

“Better?” the question is rhetorical at this point. He knows he left you amazed and dizzy once again —your now out-of-rhythm breath is speaking for itself. But Viktor wouldn’t be Viktor if he hadn’t asked. The incorrigible tease at his best behaviour.

“Much better,” you give him the reassurance he’s been seeking, adding the missing touch to this affectionate gesture by nuzzling into your embrace, and he hums, satisfied with the solace you’ve so easily brought him purely with your presence.

“So.. is my darling appeased now?”

“Relatively,” you laugh, and a self-assured smirk plasters smugly across his face. “It won’t save you from having dinner with me tonight though.”

“Is that so? Well, I appreciate the effort, and the fact you came here just to visit your sick, touch-starved man, but I’m afraid I still have work to do—“

“I’m not here just to visit you,” you cut him off, as one of your hands slips off his neck straight to cup his sharp knee, “I’m here to collect you. I’m stealing you home with me.”

“Oh no,” he cracks an exaggeratedly offended expression, but judging from the still-present on his face grin — he’s actually rather pleased with your intentions. “Being abducted definitely doesn’t sound appealing to me at all.”

“That’s right,” you nod, gently nudging him. “I’ll even hold you hostage if that’s what it takes to bathe you and get you into bed.”

“But what a horrific torture!” he pulls away, slamming a hand to his chest with a low giggle — it lands on his sternum with a muffled slap, right where his thudding heart is. “How ever will I survive that?”

“I believe your fate is inevitable, so you better just accept it.”

“How unfortunate,” he murmurs, pulling you closer, and you gasp, allowing him to lay his cheek against your chest. “Can’t wait to end up in that bath with you,” he whispers, and you hitch in breath, your hand stops massaging his scalp.

“Who says I’m sharing that bath with you?” you tease light-heartedly, feeling his grip tighten around your waist.

“Me,” his response is firm and simple, yet still maddening enough for you to go weak in the knees. Apparently, his nap is being delayed again.

***

Bath with Viktor is a death sentence — a long and squirming one, of countless orgasms and moans loud enough to wake up the whole Piltover. You tried, you really did, to talk him out of it, to make him wait until at least after dinner, but he’s stubborn and knows damn well that you can’t resist him, so all your warnings about how he needs some rest first were muffled mercilessly by his tongue buried deep inside you. At this point, you’re not even sure whether he’s really that into devouring you, or if he’s just trying to prove you wrong, to show you that he’s never tired when it comes to eating you out.

He has you sitting on the edge of the bathtub, legs resting on his covered in crescent nail marks shoulders, and you tug, tug, tug on his hair as he tongue-fucks you through yet another insane release. If only he could smile right now, which was obviously impossible in his position, he would definitely give you the most provoking signature smirk. So you mentally thank his passion for giving head, since it’s the one to blame for his inability to destroy you even more with those grins and the witty dirty-talk right now. He has you right where he wants you: with your thighs wrapped tightly around his head, with your slick getting quite literally everywhere — on his tongue, on his chin, some on his chest even. And when you slam your head against the wall, light-headed and breathless, he knows it’s time to do a particularly vicious thing — to suck on your abused clit so hard he might as well just suck the damn soul out of you along with it.

Too much. Too overwhelming. And those sweat drops forming on his forehead, and the way he digs his wet fingers into the soft flesh of your legs, and the way he laps up so thoroughly-

“Gonna cum,” you gather the last strengths in your possession to mumble an illegible warning and the skillful bastard between your thighs only picks up pace, leaving you wondering how his tongue is still intact after all that frantic motions inside your cunt. But the technique is rather impressive. You stare at him, wide-eyed and with your lower lip bitten. His sinful gaze meets yours with a guttural rattle Viktor makes when you grip a strand of his dark hair so hard your knuckles turn white. You want to tell him how good his mouth feels, how indescribably hot he looks kneeling in the bathtub, how attractive his skin glistens right now, in the warm water. But the words are unnecessary. Your precious cussing as you come undone on his agile tongue is the best existing compliment to him.

So you deliver. He coaxes the third orgasm out of you. Leaves you throbbing, making one of your shaking legs slip off his slick shoulder into the water with a loud splash. He licks the remnants of you tauntingly-slow off his swollen lips, watching your every convulsion closely, and he’s proud, oh so proud of himself, that it almost re-turns you on all over again.

“Look at you,” his sultry whisper reminds you that his ability of being a smartass is back, now that his mouth is no longer full.

“Viktor,” you suffocate, grabbing his shoulder to hold on for dear life so you won’t fall out of the tub completely. He chuckles, carefully pulling you back into the water, thoughtful as always, like the gentleman he is. Well, if rearranging your guts with that tortuous tongue and thick cock could be considered something gentlemen do, of course.

He tastes like you now. His tongue is somewhat sour, much puffier in comparison to yours, and it’s not that animate anymore — he pushes it into your mouth rather lazily, evidently worn out by the intercourse.

“I thought the purpose of this bath was to get me cleaned, not dirty,” he whispers with a filthy giggle, wiping your slick off his chin. You roll your eyes, admitting that a single thing stopping you from biting him for that joke is a complete lack of energy. And the fact that he’d just one-upped every single man you'd slept with before. Once again.

“Oh fuck you,” you giggle back, snuggling into his chest, and it feels so gentle — the lust is gone and the only thing left between you is pure affection; divine, immaculate, expressed through the softness of your body and the sharpness of his.

“I would be a liar if I said it doesn’t sound tempting, but I don’t believe you’re in a state to do so, my love,” Viktor teases, but you don’t talk back. He left you witless. Too fucked out for your own liking and just perfect for his. “Do you think you can make it to the kitchen?” he asks, pointing at your wobbly legs.

“Yeah,” you hesitate for a second, reluctant to get out of the warm bath. “And you?”

“Oh, I’m not hungry,” Viktor shakes his head, and his response dramatically increases your urge to pinch him. That wasn’t the deal!

“No. Not a chance, you’re not skipping dinner again.”

“But I’ve already had dinner. Well. In a way,” he whispers, as the corners of his mouth curl into another insufferable smirk and it takes a good ten-second uncomfortable pause for you to understand the pun.

“Eating pussy is not an actual meal,” you frown, pulling away.

“And that’s so unfortunate, don’t you think? At least that way, I’d never skip them…”

“Viktor!”

[bibittybopittybadbxtch]

Behave

Pairing: Poly!Woosan x Reader

Summary: You and Wooyoung knew exactly what you were doing. San had given both one simple instruction. Behave. That’s all he asked of you. But he should’ve known better. He knew you both better than that. There was nothing the two of you loved more than ruffling his feathers.

Warnings: SMUT BELOW THE CUT, MDNI, 18+, Petnames (Baby, Princess, etc…), Honorifics (Daddy,Sir), Slight Oral (F receiving), Dirty Talk, Spanking, Safe Word Referencing

Word Count: ~2K

A/N: Hi loves! I’ve gotten into Ateez recently. I’m a HUGE woosan shipper. I also LOVE a good MMF threesome. Thus this imagine was born. I hope you enjoy. Likes, positive Comments, Reblogs are always welcome!

XO,Bibi 🩷

P.S.

I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app.

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It started subtly. Wooyoung dragged you to the dance floor. Which was not unusual. He was always trying to get you to open up a little. Your boyfriend was persuasive. So when San saw him drag you to the floor, he was not concerned. He knew you would keep Wooyoung semi-calm. He wouldn’t do anything to embarrass you, it would betray your trust and make you revert into your shell. He didn’t want that. Even knowing this San kept an eye on you both. He liked having an eye on his babies at all times. Always ready to jump in if needed. He admired you both from a distance. Your arms hung around Wooyoung’s neck as you danced to the beat.

The club was full of various celebrities. He had looked away for no more than a second when loud whooping caught his attention. He turned back to the dance floor to find you and Woo again. As his eyes scan the crowd, he catches your eye. The glint in your eyes is a familiar one, but it’s foreign to your face. It’s the look Wooyoung gets when he’s about to stir up trouble. Usually, the only time you acted out was with a little misguidance from Wooyoung. Typically you were his perfect girl. San watches you for a second more before moving his eyes to Woo’s face. Wooyoung’s expression is devious. Then San realizes what song was playing. It was your favorite. The three of you listened to it in the house frequently. Grinding on each other, hands everywhere. It was something he never thought he’d see you do in public, and he was perfectly okay with that. San watches as you dance seductively to the song. You’ve turned around dancing on Wooyoung. Your hands are wrapped around the back of his neck, with your fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck. Suddenly you let go of Wooyoung’s neck. This puts San in motion. He knows what you’re about to do. He sees you bend over and start grinding against Wooyoung’s hardening dick. Wooyoung is smirking at him as he grabs your hips and gently starts grinding with you.

San will reach you soon after. He can’t make a scene, the club is packed. Someone would say something. He moves behind Wooyoung and whispers in his ear. “Step back or you won’t cum for a month.” Woo moves in the blink of an eye. He stands back and watches San approach you. You barely notice them switching places, but when you feel San’s familiar hands you move to stand up straight. Even when you were being a brat, you were still his good girl. He leans down to whisper in your ear, “Baby, I can’t believe you let Wooyoungie talk you into trouble.” You whip your head around to protest. He cuts you off before you can open your mouth. “Nope. Outside. Both of you. Now.” You know you’re in trouble.

The car ride home is silent. There’s music playing on the radio but you can’t focus on that. You wanna know what San is going to do to you and Wooyoung? You look over at Wooyoung who is sitting next to you. He doesn’t look the least bit sorry. He’s smirking out the window to himself. You look over at San, he’s on his phone. He looks up when he feels your eyes and winks at you. Which doesn’t ease your nerves. You know you’re in for a long night. When the car comes to a stop San steps out first and helps you out, while Wooyoung gets out on the other side. The three of you walk into the house after San unlocks the door. You stand in the mud room removing your shoes when San speaks. “I want both of you to strip completely, and wait for me on the bed.” After removing your shoes, you begin to head towards the main door of the house. “Where are you going” San asks with a tilt of his head. “Um…to the room?” you ask him confused, behind you Wooyoung snickers. You turn around to look at him, he’s already taken off his shirt. Then it dawns on you. San wants you to strip here, and then walk through the house naked. You turn back to him shocked. He chuckles at the look on your face, “Go on Baby, get naked for me.” He leans against the door frame and folds his arms, looking at you expectantly. “Here let me help.” you hear Woo offer. You feel his hands on your back before you feel the zipper come undone. Your dress falls to the floor and you turn to thank him. Turning back around you look San in the eye. “Sannie, please. I’m shy.” His face doesn’t change. “It’s just me and Wooyoungie, Baby. There’s nothing to be shy about. Be a good girl for me, huh?” He reassures you. You want to please him, especially after the stunt you pulled. So you remove your underwear garments. You and Wooyoung walk past San and head upstairs. He watches you both before heading into the kitchen.

Upstairs you and Wooyoung are sitting on the bed waiting for San. “Calm down. He’s never done anything we didn’t like and he’d never actually hurt us.” Woo says from beside you. You glance in his direction. “Shut up, because you said we wouldn’t get in trouble.” You see his eyes darken and you know you’ve made a mistake. Even though you both were submissive in regard to San, Wooyoung was still a switch. When it was just the two of you together Woo took control, he was your Daddy. Wooyoung grips your chin and forces you to look into his eyes. “Hey. Watch it, I said we wouldn’t get in trouble for dancing a little sexy. No one told you to bend over and grind your ass into my dick. That was all you Princess.” He’s right. You don’t know where the sudden boost of brattiness came from. You look up at him through your lashes and apologize. “Sorry, Daddy.” He kisses you swiftly on the lips before releasing you. You can hear shuffling around in the kitchen before he begins to climb the stairs.

San walks into the room and smiles at the two of you. He kisses you both on the forehead before stepping back and leaning against the dresser. “Whose idea was it?” he asks simply. Wooyoung quickly glances at you before slowly beginning to raise his hand. But you beat him to it, “It was me! Wooyoungie said we could dance. But the song took over my body.” Wooyoung can’t help but laugh at your sincerity. San cuts his eyes over to him and Wooyoung closes his mouth immediately. San looks back at you. “Baby I’m so surprised at you. I asked you to behave.” He has a mischievous look in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Sir.” He nods silently at you. “Wooyoungie, come stand over here.” Woo gets up, as he and San switch places. San sits next to you before patting his lap, “Come here, Baby.” You stand up to sit on his lap, but he stops you. “No. Lay over my knee.” A spanking. You had never gotten one from San. Wooyoung had given you a few, you tended to act out more with him. But Sannie had never spanked you before. Hesitantly you descend over his knee. “I’m gonna give you ten spanks, but first I need to know that you understand why this is happening. I also need to know that this is okay.” With your head down you begin to speak. “I’m in trouble for taking it too far on the dance floor. I was taunting you on purpose. My color is green, Sir.”

You made it through your spanking with minimal tears. When San lets you up, he wipes your tears before addressing you. “You did so well from me, girl.” You smile shyly before nodding. He continues talking, “I think Wooyoungie enjoyed watching you get your punishment, isn’t that right my love?” You turn to see Wooyoung looking at you with lust-filled eyes, his hand is slowly stroking his hardened cock. He blinks a few times before responding, “Yes, Sir.” San chuckles at his boyfriend, “Well, now it’s your turn to be punished.” Wooyoung looks surprised by this statement. San smirks at him. “You didn’t think you’d get off easy, did you? I know it was initially your idea, and you could’ve stopped her. Hands behind your back.” San moves you to straddle his lap before whispering in your ear, “Let’s give your Daddy a show.” He pulls you in and kisses you deeply. He slips his tongue in your mouth, you moan and you hear Woo whimper behind you. San pulls away and looks over your shoulder. “Where did I tell you to put your hands?” You turn your head to see Wooyoung playing with his leaking member. “Since you can’t seem to listen tonight let me help you.” San moves you off his lap and to the bed. He instructs you to lie back before he approaches Wooyoung. He reaches the drawer beside the smaller man’s form. He bites his ear before pulling out a silk scarf. “This will help you be still and resist temptation.” Wooyoung makes a sound of protest as San ties his wrists behind his back.

You watch the scene unfold and it makes you wet. Wooyoung is always so dominant with you. Watching him be so submissive with San turned you on. San takes Wooyoung’s chin in his hands and gives him a sloppy kiss before returning to you. He approaches you like a lion on the prowl. He climbs on top of you and resumes where he left off. Kisses your lips before moving to your neck. you can feel him leaving a hickey before he pulls back to pull off his clothes. He begins to kiss down your body, before finding the juncture between your thighs soaking wet.

He swipes a finger through your folds and brings it to his lips. He moans as he sticks his fingers in his mouth tasting you. “Baby you taste so good.” He turns around at the sound of Wooyoung whimpering loudly. “Hush. Be a good boy, you’ll get what you want. Just take your punishment and watch. Be patient” The younger boy lets out a small huff before putting his head down. San turns back around before reaching over to the nightstand and pulling out a bottle of lube. He spreads the liquid over his dick, before positioning himself at your entrance. “Are you ready, Baby?” he addresses you with a smile. “Yes, Sir,” you answer and moan as he pushes himself in completely. San fucks you like he’s waited his whole life to do so. Not too rough, Not too slow. Absolutely perfect. His just barely fits. He’s thicker than Wooyoung is. But their length is about the same. The tip brushes your g-spot with every stroke. The three of you create a beautiful symphony with your moans. You can see over San’s shoulder that Wooyoung has his thighs pressed together trying to create some relief for himself. His tip is red and leaking precum. “Sir, I’m about to cum. Please, let me cum” you beg San. “That’s it Baby, cum for me.” He slams into you and you feel yourself release with him inside. The pressure from your relief triggers San’s. You feel him paint your insides with hot ropes of cum. He slumps against your shoulder. He catches his breath before biting your shoulder and pulling back. He smirks at you before asking “You think it’s time for Wooyoungie to join us?” You look over at Wooyoung and smile. “Yes, please.”

THE END.

[makoodles]

I asked for the last magic rabbit fic, so I’ve gotta do it again: what’s happening for ghost during all this? Here he is, leaving to go run (partially out of habit but also so he doesn’t end up fucking you again when you’re so sore after your first time) and he’s trying to be normal and not obsess over you, or fuck you again when you aren’t ready or push any boundaries but then you disappear? And then flirt with some wanker at the bar when he fucked you brainless not even a week before? Only to find out that you thought you were being rejected by him over and over this week :(((( his heart maybe cold but it damn near broke at that. Ya hash it out, and then he finally has your cunt back in his life, and it’s so wet and he knows she missed him, but before he dive in fully (and make you soak his mask so he walks around all week with the smell of you stuck to him) you want to try something??? Oh fuck you’ve been practicing sucking dick on your toys?? Fuck he’s gonna come from the mental image of that. And then yoh suck him off, and you don’t think it’s very good (and maybe it’s not) but it’s you so it’s the best damn head he’s ever gotten and then you say you want him to come on your face??? He almost did with just those words. He has to promise both of you that he’ll do it next time, otherwise he’d never forgive himself. And then he finally gets to dive into the sweetest cunt in the world and it feels like coming home, he’d gladly live off just your cum if he could. Has to really stop himself from bringing you over the edge at least two more times with just his mouth. And then he finally slides into her and it’s perfect and he’s never letting you avoid him ever again. And then you moan his name???? He can’t control himself in these conditions. You wanna be on top???? He went brain dead for a second. And then when you got him all in, he’s gone feral with possessive thoughts, needing you to know you belong with him. “Am I doing good?” Are you trying to kill him via his dick??? And when all is said and done you ask if y’all are dating now??? As if Ghost hasn’t already decided that you (and your pussy) are it for him???

BABE YOU GET ITTTT!!!

i'm a firm believer that simon riley is an absolute disaster of a man, you'd just never know it because he hides it all behind that mask and quiet arrogance.

besides, like he told you already, he's not good with virgins. he meant that in a very literal sense - it's not that he's not good with them sexually (he's already proven that he is in fact good in that sense), but he is hopeless when it comes to communicating with you. he was hoping that you would be better with it, but you have no experience either so of course it's going to lead to confusion!

but yes absolutely, most of this fic from simon's pov would just be excited mental screaming. you just know that his ego is SWELLING despite the way he is constantly near a heart attack with every word you say and moan you make

[weemssapphic]

can I request a Larissa/r where Marilyn is r's best friend and larissa thinks they're dating and gets a biiiit jealous. then later, r gets to show her just how much they actually love her :)

hello :) you absolutely can! I loved this idea and loved writing it, I had so much fun brainstorming for it. I was debating adding smut to it but it just didn't feel natural and I liked it better this way, I hope that's okay <3

special thanks to @eveymay for the song rec later in this fic <3

so pull me tight and close your eyes

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Words: ~4.5k | ao3 link in title

Content/warnings: jealous Larissa, hurt/comfort, light angst, fluff, slow dancing

Larissa strides into the teacher’s lounge, closing the door gently behind her. She looks stunning, as usual, her red lips curling into a warm smile as her eyes meet yours - your mouth goes dry. Marilyn is speaking to you but you aren’t listening, her words fading into the background as you return Larissa’s smile, then quickly avert your gaze in a vain attempt to conceal the faint blush that is creeping up your cheeks.

You try to tune back into Marilyn’s monologue - she somehow hasn’t noticed that you’ve gotten distracted and you almost feel bad, given how enthusiastically she’s talking. You start to nod along as she clues you into her Rave’N planning, trying not to stare at Larissa as she passes by you.

“So, you’re chaperoning, right?” Marilyn places her hands on your thighs and leans towards you, pouting and batting her eyelashes. “Please say yes, no one wants to chaperone this year.”

“Yeah, of course I will.” You roll your eyes and grin, laughing at your best friend’s antics - she smiles victoriously, as if she didn’t already know you’d say yes.

Then she leans even closer and lowers her voice conspiratorially: “Have you thought about taking a date?”

“What?” You shake your head, giggling - Marilyn knows you better than anyone, and she knows you’ve been hopelessly single for years now. “You know I’m not seeing anyone. Who would I even take?”

Marilyn soaks in your puzzled expression and chuckles. “You know.” She raises an eyebrow and glances over towards the coffee machine with a smirk on her face. You follow her gaze and your blush immediately returns - Larissa’s back is to you as she waits for her coffee to brew. 

“Marilyn…” you whine quietly. “I don’t - I’m not…” You sigh, sucking your bottom lip nervously between your teeth. “Fine, yes, I like her. Happy? But I can’t ask my boss out. What if she says no?”

The redhead chuckles. “There’s no way she’d say no. I’ve seen the way she looks at you when your back is turned. She has the same yearning written all over her face that you do.”

“Does not.” You pout, but your heart is beginning to pound in your chest - could Larissa really like you back? You’ve been pining over her since you started at Nevermore over a year ago, surely you would’ve noticed…

“Does too,” Marilyn teases. “At least ask her to dance with you or something.”

Your eyes widen in fear. “Oh God, Marilyn, I can’t ask her to dance with me. I don’t even know how to dance. You know how clumsy I am - what if I trip her? She’ll hate me if I make her faceplant in front of the entire school.” Complete and utter mortification rises up within you at the mere thought.

“Relax. Deep breaths.” Marilyn grips your shoulders and gives them a reassuring squeeze. She grins brightly. “I can teach you.”

“I-I don’t know…” Your attention is stolen by a certain towering blonde who walks past you towards the door of the teacher’s lounge, coffee mug in hand. She doesn’t spare you another glance this time, and your heart sinks a bit - you can’t believe your crush has gotten so strong that this makes you sad. You turn back to Marilyn with a sigh. “Yeah, sure. I guess.”

She squeals in delight. “Perfect! How about we meet in Mr. Browning’s old classroom tomorrow at 7? No one’s using it right now so we can clear aside all the desks.”

You nod and give her a hesitant smile - you have no idea what you’ve just agreed to, but you hope it will help you win Larissa over (and save the both of you from the embarrassment of your own clumsiness).

~~~

Larissa had decided to take a trip to the teacher’s lounge during her midday break. She has an espresso machine in her quarters, attached to her office - it’s way more convenient and much quicker than getting coffee in the lounge. But sometimes she finds herself enjoying a bit of socializing with her beloved staff - and sometimes you’re there, and she would never pass up an opportunity to see you. Perhaps one day she’ll even gather up the courage to ask you out, but for now she’s contented herself with stealing glances at you, her heart skipping a beat when you catch her looking and beam back at her.

She spots you as soon as she opens the door - you glance up at her from your seat at a table in the center of the room and smile, and it’s like Larissa’s world has stopped spinning for a moment as butterflies begin to flutter madly about in her stomach. Then you look away, at Marilyn who is talking animatedly, and the butterflies turn into a strange, nagging feeling - Larissa realizes she’s been staring for far too long and strides over to the coffee machine.

The din in the teacher’s lounge is too loud for her to eavesdrop on your conversation, no matter how hard she tries - she sighs in defeat, resigning herself to watching you out of the corner of her eye when she’s sure you aren’t looking.

Coffee is dripping slowly into her mug and Larissa glances over at you once again. Marilyn’s hands are on your thighs, high enough for Larissa to quirk an eyebrow and purse her lips. Then Marilyn leans in as if she’s about to kiss you - Larissa feels her blood begin to boil. She has half a mind to tell the two of you (mostly Marilyn) off for PDA in the workplace, but she manages to reign in her emotions and restrain herself. Her gaze drops to her coffee mug - it’s full now. There’s a hollow pit in her stomach - she tries to convince herself it’s due to how unprofessional Marilyn is acting, but she knows it’s because she wishes that were her instead - her hands creeping up your thighs, her lips inches away from yours.

She lifts her mug in a white-knuckled grip and makes her way back to the door. Coming here was a bad idea - she should have stayed in her office. It takes all her strength, but she doesn’t spare you another glance. If she did, she might have shot daggers through Marilyn’s head with her eyes - but she must remain professional.

If there’s one thing Larissa Weems is good at, it’s distracting herself: she throws herself into her work for the rest of the day, and the next, keeping her mind busy with emails and phone calls and meetings. After all, it’s just a silly crush, and she will not let this affect her work - Larissa has a school to run, after all.

The following evening, Larissa is heading back to her office after a last minute trip to the Mayor’s office when she hears noises from Mr. Browning’s old classroom. She stops in her tracks and furrows her brows - no one should be in there. The only people who have a master key are herself, the janitor, and… Marilyn. She’d given Marilyn a key to make her preparations for this year’s Rave’N a bit less complicated.

Larissa growls in frustration and steps up to the door, ready to rip Marilyn a new one. She stops with her hand on the handle, asking herself where this sudden aggression came from, and she feels a little guilty when her mind drifts to you. You probably wouldn’t be happy with her if your girlfriend were to be reprimanded. 

Deep breaths, Larissa reminds herself - she isn’t even sure if Marilyn really is your girlfriend. The possibility, however, brings a fresh wave of anger out in Larissa and curiosity gets the better of her as she peers through the little window in the door.

What she sees confirms her worst fears, and her stomach drops. Soft music is playing from a phone on the teacher’s desk, all of the tables and chairs are pushed to the far side of the room. Marilyn is standing at the center of the classroom - you’re there beside her. Or, to be more precise, you’re pressed against her, your arms around her neck as she guides you through the room by your hips, dancing to the tune of the song that's playing. 

Larissa can’t see your face but she can hear your laughter - oh, how that sound is music to her ears - and she flinches away from the door as if burned. It’s only a matter of seconds before she finds herself storming off, rushing through the halls of Nevermore until she’s reached the sanctuary that is her office, banging and locking the door behind her. She leans back against the door, slamming her head back against it as she rapidly blinks away tears. She feels ridiculous and stupid. 

Who cares if her stupid crush has a stupid girlfriend. Only, she cares - a lot more than she’d like to admit. 

~~~

“Okay, let’s set the scene,” Marilyn says, after you’ve spent the past ten minutes heaving desks out of the way to create a makeshift dance floor. You roll your eyes as she starts to play Adele through her phone’s speakers.

“How romantic,” you mumble, and your best friend smirks at you. 

“Get over here,” she coos teasingly, opening her arms. You step forward and she pulls you in, settling her hands on your waist. Your arms dangle awkwardly at your sides and Marilyn huffs.

“Are you just going to limply hang there in Larissa’s arms?”

“Yes,” you deadpan - now it’s Marilyn’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Now hold me like you mean it. Hold me like I’m the 6’3 blonde principal of your wet dreams.”

Your mouth drops open and you smack Marilyn on the arm, causing her to laugh.

“Please? At least try to take this seriously. I thought you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Larissa. It’s a Friday night - I could be back in my quarters watching reruns of The Bachelorette.”

You giggle - then you sigh. She has a point. “No, I don’t. You’re right. Sorry.” Lifting your arms, you dangle them awkwardly over Marilyn’s shoulders, and she starts to sway with you. 

“Wait-” you stutter out, and Marilyn gives you a confused look. “What if I can’t even reach around Larissa’s neck?”

Your eyes are wide and Marilyn’s shoulders begin to shake with laughter - you can’t help but laugh at yourself.

“There are different ways you can hold each other. We’ll practice them, okay?”

You nod, relieved. Marilyn always knows how to set your mind at ease - it’s one of the reasons you’ve become so close. You find yourself relaxing in her arms, closing your eyes as you picture that it’s Larissa whose body you’re pressed against. It’s a difficult feat - at 5’1, Marilyn isn’t exactly a body double for the principal. But you’ve always had an overactive imagination and you allow yourself to get carried away, picturing Larissa’s hands on your waist, her lips inching towards yours, her breath fanning across your face-

A shriek is pulled from your throat as your foot bumps into Marilyn’s and the two of you topple over. You try to catch yourself but fail, managing to pull her down with you in the process.

Marilyn lands on top of you, briefly knocking the wind from your lungs.

“Shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

The redhead looks at you for a moment, shocked, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“Try not to do that with Larissa, her center of gravity is too high to fall as gracefully as I can.” She nudges you playfully as your cheeks burn, helping you up and paying your embarrassment no mind as she skips the next song and her hands land on your waist once again.

You continue your dance lessons at least three times a week in the evenings over the course of the month leading up to the Rave’N, squeezing in some last minute weekend sessions as the big night draws nearer. You switch up who is leading until you feel comfortable taking the lead, something you hoped you’d be able to do with Larissa.

And your dancing gets better - it really does. But something nags at the pit of your stomach - Larissa’s behavior towards you has taken a turn for the worse in those weeks. She’s been acting strange around you, and pretty much everyone else as well. Where she used to be a frequent guest in the teacher’s lounge, she now rarely shows her face anymore. She pointedly avoids making eye contact with you in staff meetings (she used to shoot you little looks every now and then, looks that you’re starting to miss), and it seems she has a newfound agenda against Marilyn, grilling her on any subject she can possibly conjure up.

Even her usually radiant smiles seem to have been reduced to forced grimaces as of late. You try to chalk up her change in demeanor to the pressure that Nevermore is under to get more funding from the Mayor, but you can’t help worrying that something is really wrong.

It makes you even more determined to ask her to dance at the Rave’N, if only to see one of those beautiful smiles you’ve been missing. Maybe she does like you, maybe she doesn’t, but it would be worth it to make her happy, even for a few minutes. It has to work.

~~~

The Rave’N is tomorrow and Larissa has half a mind not to go - if she sees you wrapped in Marilyn’s arms again, dancing the night away, she might scream and lose the last ounce of professionalism in her body. The whole situation reminds her far too much of watching Morticia get swept across the dancefloor by Gomez some 20 years ago. That rejection still stings, even all these years later, and Larissa isn’t sure she could live through the same scenario twice. Her heart, and her pride, really took a hit the first time - this time, however, it would be nothing short of devastating.

You’ve used the empty classroom several times a week this past month - every few days, Larissa passes it on the way to her office and hears music and laughter seeping through the crack underneath the door. 

Although it irks Larissa, she can’t come up with a reason to barge in and tell you off - you aren’t technically breaking any rules, though Marilyn is using her key for reasons other than those she’d specified. Still, imagining the anger that would surely be written across your face if Larissa interrupted your little rendezvous - anger that would be directed at Larissa herself - breaks her heart, and she can’t bring herself to do it.

Jealous. Larissa admits it to herself - she feels jealous. She hasn’t felt this way in a long time, not since she’d seen the engagement ring glimmering on Morticia’s ring finger, coupled with her beaming grin and Gomez’s own smug smile. But she feels it now, when she sees the ease with which you and Marilyn talk and laugh and dance. Larissa has always been too shy to make a move, too unsure of your feelings to act upon her own - and now it seems she’s too late.

But not going to the Rave’N isn’t an option - not as principal, when her presence (or rather, the lack thereof) would be questioned. She’ll simply have to plaster on a fake smile (it’s not like she hasn’t been able to practice those these past few weeks) and pretend everything is okay - and maybe she can sneak out when the obligatory slow dance song comes on, so that she won’t have to witness you dancing arm in arm with Marilyn, in front of the entire school.

~~~

The Rave’N is in full swing, the music booming in your ears - your nerves are beginning to rise. Sure, the dance lessons have gone well, but you can’t help but worry you’ll forget everything Marilyn taught you the second you look up into Larissa’s gorgeous, piercing blue eyes. That is, if she even agrees to dance with you - you don’t want to get ahead of yourself.

Larissa looks stunning tonight - she’s always beautiful, but tonight she’s practically glowing. She’s changed the way she does her updo a bit - there are more curls piled up high on her head, it’s even more intricate than you’ve ever seen it before. Her dress is modest but it hugs her curves in all the right places - it suits her. Fuck, you’ve really got it bad, you think, unable to take your eyes off her.

When you first arrived, she was greeting the students - you’d given her a bashful smile and thought you could see a hint of a blush adorn her cheeks when she returned the smile. Her smile appeared to be genuine, and your heart did a somersault in your chest.

Now that most people seem to have arrived, she’s moved to the buffet table, keeping a watchful eye over the students. She seems content, though she doesn’t really have anyone to keep her company - the thought of her feeling lonely as students dance and the rest of the chaperones gather in smaller groups at the other end of the dance floor makes your heart ache. You want to reach out to her - you find yourself praying to any deity that is willing to listen that she wants that, too.

Marilyn sidles up next to you, but you begin to ramble before she can even open her mouth. “Oh god, are you sure about this? What if she says no? What if she says yes? What if I trip and fall and take her down with me and-”

“Stop!” She raises an eyebrow at you, placing a reassuring hand on your arm. Larissa looks over in that moment, smiling again as your eyes meet - her smile falters, however, and she quickly looks away.

“We’ve been over this. Larissa definitely likes you. And you’ve gotten so good. You haven’t tripped and taken me down with you the last couple times.” She shoots you an overexaggerated wink and you roll your eyes, playfully bumping her shoulder. “You got this! Now go, before the Rave’N ends and I realize I’ve wasted all my afternoons for the better part of a semester for nothing.”

You take a deep breath and nod, turning towards the punch bowl where you last saw Larissa - only to see she’s left it unmanned, no tall principal in sight. A flash of platinum blonde at the far end of the room catches your eye, and you see Larissa’s form disappear into the hallway.

Your brow furrows as you push past a group of students at the edge of the dancefloor, throwing them an absent-minded smile as they watch you with confusion. You pick up your pace, almost chasing after Larissa, hoping she hasn’t disappeared on you completely.

As you exit into the hallway, your shoulders relax a bit when you see Larissa slumped against the wall just down the hall. With every step you take, however, the tension builds again - Larissa’s head is resting back against the wall, her eyes are closed, a deep frown adorns her face. Your footsteps echo in the hallway and she turns to face you. As soon as you make eye contact, she pushes herself off the wall, smoothing her dress and plastering a smile on her face - one that very clearly does not reach her eyes.

“What can I do for you?” she asks - her voice trembles just a bit. She peels off her gloves and runs a hand over her hair, smoothing it down - you’re caught off guard by the motion, briefly transfixed by the sight of her bare hands.

“I…” your voice trails off and you shake your head in an attempt to clear it. Should you make up some excuse? Or should you just come clean? Seeing the wariness in her eyes, however, makes you realize you can’t possibly lie to her. “I wanted to ask you something but I saw you leave. Is everything alright?”

Another forced smile. “Everything is fine, I just needed a little fresh air. You know how awfully stuffy it can get in there with no windows to open.”

“And how’s the air out here?” you tease, knowing that the hallway is just as stuffy. You try to keep your voice light, and it almost works - the ghost of a genuine smile passes across Larissa’s face.

“Just as stuffy,” she confirms, her lips curling upwards in spite of herself.

You hold her gaze for a moment. You’d been so set on asking her to dance - it’s what you’d been hyping yourself up for for weeks now. But right now, Larissa just looks tired. She looks like she needs to talk - maybe your plan would have to wait.

“Maybe you’d care to join me for a walk?” you ask hopefully, extending a hand towards her. She looks from your face to your hand with a bewildered expression, hesitantly taking a step forward and placing her hand in your own. Your heart begins to beat like crazy - her hand is cool to the touch, her skin so incredibly soft. It is a bit larger than your own, and she is careful to keep her grip light as her long fingers curl around yours.

“Sorry if my hand is a bit cold, it always is,” she mutters - you wave away her concern and give her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll keep you warm,” you tease, regretting the words as soon as they come out of your mouth. You blush and keep your gaze in front of you as you walk with Larissa towards the west entrance of the school. She says nothing, but she holds onto your hand the entire time.

The night air is cool as it washes over you, and you hum. You make no move to disentangle your hand from Larissa’s, and neither does she - the two of you walk in silence towards the lake. You’re so close to her that your shoulder brushes against her arm as you walk - her perfume, sweet and floral, wafts towards you on a breeze. It’s your favorite scent in the world - it makes you dizzy.

“Why are we out here?” Larissa asks as she comes to an abrupt halt. Your stomach lurches.

“We’re getting fresh air?” you whisper, suddenly feeling unsure of yourself.

Larissa sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose with her free hand as deep frown lines mar her features. “No, I know that. What I mean is…” She takes a deep breath, her eyes searching yours but apparently coming up blank. “Won’t Marilyn mind?”

You snort, then cover your mouth in horror at the sound you’ve made, your eyes wide. The crease between Larissa’s eyebrows deepens. “Why would Marilyn mind? What’s she got to do with anything?” Why would Larissa bring up Marilyn? Why should Marilyn care what you’re doing? If anything, she’d be cheering you on…

“I-I thought…” Larissa starts, looking uncharacteristically insecure. “I just don’t think your girlfriend would like you holding my hand,” she whispers. Your eyes grow even wider.

“My what?” You don’t understand - you don’t have a gi- Oh.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” you say slowly. “Marilyn is one of my best friends, I couldn’t dream of dating her.”

“I’m sorry.” Larissa looks mortified, her face turning beet red as she raises her hand to cover her mouth. “I-I just assumed, when I saw the two of you slow dancing together, I-”

“Wait, when did you- never mind, it doesn’t matter. Larissa, listen to me,” you cut her off as understanding washes over you. “Marilyn was just teaching me how to dance.”

“Oh.” Larissa pauses, bringing a hand up to her neck to play nervously with her necklace. “May I ask why?” Her voice trembles slightly even as she attempts to compose herself - your heart begins to pound erratically against your ribcage.

“So that I won’t make a complete fool of myself when I ask you if you’d like to dance with me tonight.” You bite your lip, blushing and looking up at Larissa, whose face is unreadable for a moment.

“You want to dance with me?” She sounds slightly breathless and her cheeks are flushed - it gives you the final shot of confidence you need.

“Yes, Larissa, I would be honored to dance with you.” Raising her hand to your mouth, you press a chaste kiss to her knuckles, your eyes never leaving hers. Her cheeks glow pink and her pupils widen a fraction as her lips curl into a shy smile.

Then her eyes dim a bit and she looks up at Nevermore, biting her lip. “I would love to but I’m afraid the dance will be over soon.” She sounds sad and it breaks your heart - you fumble around in your pocket for your phone, Larissa’s eyes curiously tracking your every move.

“My dress has pockets, isn’t it cool?” you comment, grinning as you open Spotify and start to scroll with your thumb.

“Yes, that’s very cool, darling,” she replies with a chuckle.

The song “this is how you fall in love” by Jeremy Zucker and Chelsea Cutler starts to play out of your phone’s speaker - you turn up the volume and slide your phone back into your pocket so that the speaker is sticking out slightly.

“Larissa Weems,” you start, taking a step back and gazing up into her eyes, which sparkle with childlike wonder. “May I have this dance with you?”

The smile you receive in return is blinding. “It would be my honor,” she purrs, and you waste no time in resting your hands on her waist, tugging gently to pull her flush against you. Larissa winds her arms around your neck, smiling down at you as you begin to sway to the beat of the music.

“You look absolutely ravishing tonight,” you whisper, reveling in the way Larissa blushes and looks away, flustered.

“Thank you, darling. You look beautiful yourself,” she whispers back, ducking her head so that your faces are mere inches apart.

Your eyes drop down to those plush red lips, just in time to see the tip of Larissa’s pink tongue dart out to wet her lips.

“May I kiss you?” You have trouble getting the words out as you stare at her lips, as if in a trance. They quirk up at the outer corners and form the word “please” - you close the gap, pressing your lips to hers. They are incredibly soft, but a little cold - Larissa makes up for the fact by quickly parting them, inviting you to explore the warmth of her mouth with your tongue.

The two of you moan in tandem as your tongues meet and you press yourself even closer to Larissa, getting lost in the kiss, the song, the dancing. You’re overwhelmed with feelings - excitement, contentment, adoration, lust, love. One feeling overwhelms them all, however - the feeling of finally finding your home.

Larissa feels the same way - she smiles into the kiss as it deepens. She’ll have to send an apology to Marilyn for all those dirty looks, though - but for now, she doesn’t care. For now, all that matters are your hands caressing her waist and your tongue flicking against hers. For now, all that matters is you.

This is how you fall in love Let go and I'll hold you up So pull me tight and close your eyes Oh, my love, side to side

-

Marilyn wonders where you and Larissa have gone off to, and if all has gone well. The following day, Marilyn’s questions are answered in the form of a huge bouquet of flowers on her desk, with a note that simply reads: Thank you. I’m sorry. Larissa

x

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I LOVE YOU’S

In which there are a thousand ways to tell you “I love you,” but saying it is still my favorite.

a/n; thanks for requesting, anon! i'm glad the first one made your day better! this is the 2nd part including the dateables + Luke (platonic). i've only just finished season 2 so no Thirteen and the others i hope that's alright! also not proof read or edited lol. tumblr keeps being finnicky with my posts so if you see me repost this a couple times sorry about that

part 1. HERE

DIAVOLO —

The future demon king shows you how he feels with gestures grand and small.

Whether that be inviting you over to the castle for a magnificent feast prepared by Barbatos or bringing you back your favorite desserts from his trips to the human world - he'll do it all.

Diavolo dances around the words 'I love you' opting to let gestures and compliments tell you instead.

Those words are special, reserved for the moments when it's just you two, alone, in that perfect setting where even fairytales can't match.

Diavolo had just returned from his trip from the human world, and of course the first thing he had to do was message you. During his time there, he had made sure to stop buy one of the bakeries he recalled you missing and nearly bought out the entire store if not for Barbatos stopping him.

“How were they?” Diavolo finally asks after your tea time is over and Barbatos has finally excused himself.

The both of you had decided the best way to spend the rest of the night would be to walk around the area near the gazebo, enjoying the view as your food digests and talk about all the things the demon butler would no doubt chide you for. It was rare for Diavolo to get much time off, and even though he got to see you during RAD often it just wasn’t the same as spending time together alone - especially when you always had at least one demon brother lathed onto you at all times.

“Just as I remember them.” You pat your belly, “delicious! And the tea Barbatos brewed went so well with it, too! Thank you again for buying them for me.”

He chuckles, “of course.” It always pleased him to see you so happy over something so little. You’ve always been like that, since the moment he met you — confused, yet still so energetic and ready to make the best of every situation good or bad, big or small.

With practiced grace he slips his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers together, and giving them a light squeeze. You give him a squeeze of your own, followed by that smile he never gets tired of seeing.

“Something on your mind?” You question with a tilt.

“Just how much I love you,” he responds without a moment’s hesitation.

“Oh.” You flush red, the comment catching you off guard. Diavolo can’t help but think with the blue reflection of the water that you look prettier than usual in that moment, and after a brief second of silence where you try to put yourself back together, there’s a response. “I love you too. Where did that come from all of a sudden?”

He brings your intertwined hands up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm. “It was just the only thing on my mind, is all.”

BARBATOS —

It’s not very often that Barbatos gets to have free time for himself, serving under the heir to the next demon king and all, but on his moments of free time he likes to spend them with you.

Because he knows that most of his time is occupied with his work, Barbatos wants to make sure that in the moments you do spend together that you know exactly how much he cares.

Most of the times, the way he shows you how much he loves you is simply by doing tasks together, no matter how mundane.

The words ‘I love you’ aren’t something that pop up too often in his dictionary, and so it means even more when he says it.

“Oh, this tastes delicious!”

Barbatos chuckles to himself at how impatient you are. The cupcakes the two of you had baked have only just gotten out of the oven, and without letting them settle and cool down, you had instantly taken a bite out of one.

“Is that so? I’m glad.” He takes off his mittens and sets them aside, leaning in to wipe the stray crumbs that settled on the corner of your lip. “They would have tasted even better if you waited for them to cool down. The flavors settle in even more, then.”

You chuckle abashedly, “they smelled so nice I couldn’t help myself.”

He always liked to poke fun of how big your appetite was, sometimes comparing it to Beel’s, but in the end it was all in good fun. Barbatos knew the reason you liked eating so much was specifically when he cooked, and it felt rewarding knowing just how much you enjoy his food. It felt even better every time you had the chance to cook or bake together (sometimes with Luke) — the way your face lights up when something turns out well is unmatched.

“Shall we prepare the tea while the cupcakes cool down?”

“Oh,” you stop yourself from reaching for another. “Yes! Yes, we should do that, ahem.”

It’s a little later than you both expected by the time everything was done being baked, eaten, and cleaned, and so he offers to walk you home. Of course, you happily accept his gesture, giddy to spend any more time with him.

By the time you both arrive at the front steps of the House of Lamentation it was even later, and knowing the brothers, they would be rushing down the stairs any second now to welcome you back.

“Goodnight,” he pulls you in gently by the shoulders and presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “Remember there’s a meeting tomorrow in the student council room, don’t be late. I love you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t- hm?” He makes a quick escape through a portal. “Wait, wait, say it again! Barbatos!”

He’s looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow.

SIMEON —

If there’s anyone who holds back with how they feel towards you more than Simeon does he would like to meet them.

While people may say that he wears his heart on his sleeve, the angel does his best to not show you too much affection in public, when all he really wants to do is spend all of your time together, if only for a day.

Unfortunately, with responsibilities getting in the way and the seven brothers constantly sticking to your side like glue, it’s a bit difficult.

He hopes that you don’t blame him for being a bit needy, but you’re the only person he’ll show that side to.

Simeon feels proud to know that out of everyone else, you find him the easiest to talk to.

Whether it be for for something as simple as what to make for dinner at the House of Lamentation, or to ask for help studying for your next exam, he enjoys every moment he gets to spend with you. It’s unfortunate that the time you actually get to spend together is limited due to all your duties at RAD and with the brothers, but that’s what makes him cherishes it even more.

Simeon: [ Have you eaten? ]

MC: [ Finished just a few minutes ago! ]

He smiles, happy to have received your reply so quickly.

Most days are like this. When you don’t pass each other by in the hallways, or when you’re too busy to meet up outside of school, your DDD becomes the main source of communication. Compared to anyone else on his contact list, yours is the one that he most frequently keeps going back to. On a particularly bad day, it’s the one thing that cheers him up the quickest.

MC: [ What about you? ]

Simeon: [ I ate a while ago. Solomon came back late today so we thankfully didn’t have to convince him not to cool. ]

Simeon: [ Cook. ]

Chats can go for as short as a couple minutes into a couple hours, and today seems to be the latter.

Luke is well asleep by the time your conversation comes to an end, and yet he doesn’t want to stop yet. Perhaps you could forgive him this one time for being a bit selfish.

The phone rings twice before you pick up.

“Hello? Simeon?” You answer the phone quizzically, not sure why he had called without warning. “Is something wr-”

“I love you.”

A beat of silence on the other end before he hears your muffled snickering. “I love you too. Did you miss me that much?”

“Mhm,” his expression eases. “I missed you a lot.”

SOLOMON —

For Solomon, he wishes he could tell you he loves you more.

Perhaps it’s because of how long he’s lived, how many faces have passed by in a blur, and how many names have died out on his tongue that makes it so hard for the words to reach your ears.

There’s no doubt that every time he’s said them that he means each and every one, but it’s hard to say when he fears it could also be the last.

He tells himself he’s being overdramatic, that you aren’t going anywhere, but it’s a lingering thought.

More than anything, he wants to be the one to hear it, and you’re more than happy to provide.

“I love you."

The words catch him off-guard.

An empty classroom, where it’s just you and him working on magical formula’s into the dead of the night wasn’t exactly his ideal situation for a confession, but you always manage to surprise him.

“Haha, is the lack of sleep getting to you? You’re free to take a nap on the mattress, I’ll wake you up when I’m done.

“No, it's not that.” You shake your head, continuing to stare at him softly. That gaze was going to kill him one day. “I just wanted to let you know, is all. I feel like I don’t say it enough.”

It’s quite the opposite.

“Is that so?” He hums, and the both of you go back to working. The sounds of liquids being poured, as well as pen scratching against paper is all that’s heard for the next hour or so before it’s broken by the sound of your yawning. “Sleep yet?”

You nod affirmatively, “I’ll take a quick nap. Could you wake me up in twenty minutes?”

“Of course.”

“Thank you, I love you.” There it is again, those three words you’re able to say so easily, as well as the one that he wants to keep hearing.

Without thinking, he takes hold of your wrist as you pass by. There’s no time for you to react before you’re being pulled down, and any words that would have left your lips are quickly silenced. The moment lasts longer than it should, but eventually he lets go, if not unwillingly.

You’re left staring at one another again, and this time it’s him that breaks the silence. “Have a nice nap." This time, the words come easy to him. "I love you.”

“Oh,” you stumble towards the mattress, face completely flushed. “Thank you.”

He doesn’t get much work done after that, and neither do you get much sleep.

LUKE —

Luke says ‘I love you’ to two people and only two people, and that’s you and Simeon.

Quite frankly, everyone is jealous of him because Luke is also the person who you’ll say those words back to the most, without warning. As soon as he comes within sight you’re leaving whoever is by your side to be with him.

Of course, this makes everyone visibly upset, but if they dare to say anything towards him it would only make you dote on him more.

He’s practically your little brother at this point, and comes before anyone else. It doesn’t matter what he does, you’re right there beside him with the affection.

Simeon feels proud to know that out of everyone else, you find him the easiest to talk to.

He’s finally done it!

After two weeks of painstakingly modifying the recipe bit by bit and going through dozens of failed attempts, the cupcakes are perfect! After hearing about how hard you had been working for the past month now with helping the student council committee prepare for their next event, Luke had wanted to do something nice for you.

Unfortunately, he was too young to help out with preparations, and so he fell back on the one thing he had tons of confidence in: baking!

Seeing as Barbatos was also helping out with the planning, he hadn’t been able to ask for help, and so he went in completely blind in trying out a new recipe, trying to incorporate your favorite flavors into the multiple small treats.

Now, all that’s left was to package them and bring them over to you. Thankfully, Simeon had informed him of what times your breaks were at, so if he rushed a bit he could get there just in time!

With hurried hands and quick steps, Luke pokes his head into the council room, quickly spotting you sitting at one of the seats, surprisingly not surrounded on all sides by demons. It seems they were arguing with each other about something — typical.

Making sure no one spots him, Luke rushes to your side, careful none of the contents in his box topples over.

“Luke? What are you doing here?” Your face brightens as soon as you see him. "The meeting doesn't end for another two hours."

“W-Well,” suddenly he feels incredibly shy. “I heard you were working really hard for a while now so uhm,” he holds out the box filled with treats. “I baked you some cupcakes to make sure you didn’t get tired!”

You blink, and he’s afraid you might actually start crying (hopefully from joy, but he’d rather you not cry at all).

“Luke!” You wrap your arms around him at the speed of light, and it takes all of his agility to make sure you don’t crush the box at the same time. “Thank you, you’re so sweet, I love, love, love you!”

“I-I-I love you, too! Now please stopppp! The treats will get crushed!”

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It's Just a Kiss

Sorry for the long wait but here is another prompt for you. This one was sent in anonymously, so thank you. I hope this sort of fit with what you had in mind when you said Nancy giving Robin her first kiss. At least I tried my best.

You can read previous prompt right here on ao3. Or you can send in a prompt of your own.

“What was your first kiss like?” 

The question had tumbled out before Nancy could think better of it. She had just gotten caught up in the conversation, the one where Robin kept making fun of Nancy for dating Steve, and she needed to retaliate. 

But it had been a stupid question. The second the words escaped her lips Nancy knew it was a stupid question. Because if Robin had had her first kiss then it wouldn’t have been a good one. It would have been with Tommy B or Mark Lewinsky during a game of spin the bottle. Or it would have been with Milton Bledsoe out of peer pressure from her friends from band. Or it would have been with Dash Montague when he came on to her, Nancy’s blood had boiled when Robin told her about that. But either way, Robin wouldn’t have liked it. Because Robin didn’t like boys. 

She had told Nancy a few weeks ago. It hadn’t really changed anything between them. They still hung out every Friday night after Robin’s shift, they still sat next to each other at the movie nights the kids forced them into, Nancy still went over to Family Video to hang out with her and Steve. Except it had changed everything. 

Because suddenly, Nancy looked at things differently. She started noticing the graffiti around the town, the vile words that painted Hawkins a special shade of homophobic. She started noticing the whispered remarks between girls and the shouted jokes between boys. And she hated all of it. She hated it even more when she noticed Robin noticing the comments, the way she would fold into herself as if she was trying to hide. 

Which is exactly why she hated herself for asking that stupid question. 

“I– uhm. I haven’t really had my first kiss yet.” Robin looked at her own lap, twisting her fingers around each other. 

It might have been the best answer Nancy could have gotten. But it still rubbed her the wrong way. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” 

“No, it’s alright. It’s a normal question. I mean, it’s not that I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone. It’s just that no one really wanted to kiss me.” 

“No one?” Nancy probably shouldn’t have sounded as surprised as she did. 

“I mean, the people who did want to kiss me weren’t exactly my type.” 

“Does it bother you? That you haven’t had a first kiss yet?” It bothered Nancy. Maybe she should have just changed the subject. 

“A little. It’s not that big of a deal, I guess I hoped to get some experience in college but now that I’m not going–”

“Yet,” Nancy interrupted quickly. 

“Now that I’m not going yet, it does bother me a bit more. But it’s okay. It’s not like there is anything I can do about it.” 

“Do you want to kiss me?” It slipped out, just like the earlier question had. Somehow Nancy had lost control of her own mouth. 

Robin’s eyes widened in shock. “No– I mean, you are pretty– It’s– I– I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. You’re my friend, I don’t want to ruin that.” 

“It would just be a kiss. It doesn’t have to ruin anything and at least then you won’t have to wait until you leave for college, whenever that will be.” 

“I– Uhm– I don’t know– What do you want me to say?” Robin finally looked up, as if she was hoping to see the perfect answer painted on Nancy’s face. Maybe it was, Nancy wasn’t sure. 

“Just the truth, do you want to have your first kiss?” 

“Yes, I do.” 

“Would you be okay with me being your first kiss?” 

“I don’t want to make–” 

Nancy pushed her finger against Robin’s lips. “That’s not what I asked.” 

“Yes.” Robin’s lips pressed against Nancy’s finger as she spoke. 

“Can I kiss you, Robin?” 

Robin made a soft noise as her eyes dropped to Nancy’s lips. “I might be a shit kisser. I have never done it before.” 

“That’s the whole point, that you’ve never done it before. And really, kissing isn’t all that hard, just follow my lead.” Nancy leaned in slowly, giving Robin the time to refuse, to ask for her to stop, to push her away. But Robin didn’t. She just sat frozen on Nancy’s bed, her eyes still glued to Nancy’s lips. “Close your eyes,” Nance whispered softly. 

She obeyed her own words as she pressed her lips against Robin’s. It felt… nice. Robin’s lips were soft and vaguely tasted of chocolate and sugar. Nancy started moving her lips. Slowly at first, allowing Robin to get used to it. But Robin’s lips mimicked the movements perfectly and Nancy couldn’t help but feel a soft tingling feeling in her lips. Her right hand grabbed at Robin’s shoulder, needing to hold onto something. 

It probably wasn’t supposed to feel like this, like she was drowning. Her mind was filled with a new type of fog and her body buzzed with some foreign feeling. 

She needed to pull away. 

But then Robin accidentally bit into Nancy’s bottom lip and Nancy softly whined. The hand on Robin’s shoulder slipped up into Robin’s hair, pulling her closer. She needed more. She needed to lick into Robin’s mouth, needed to push her hands under Robin’s shirt, needed to hear Robin moan her name. 

Nancy pulled away quickly, nearly tumbling off the bed. It was supposed to just be a kiss. It wasn’t supposed to leave her breathless and wanting. 

Robin’s eyes were still closed, a soft smile on her lips. She dropped down on Nancy’s pillow without opening her eyes. 

“So… What was your first kiss like?” Nancy asked, her eyes stuck on Robin’s kiss swollen lips. She really wanted to lean back in. 

Robin opened her eyes. “It was great. You are a wonderful kisser, Nance. I hope I wasn’t too bad.” 

“No, you were– You’re a natural, Robin.” Nancy dropped down next to Robin, watching as Robin’s eyes sparkled, hoping that she’d get to do it again.

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songs // hyung line

| Contents: SFW, tooth rotting fluff, reader is written as she/her and you, can be gn

soft/love songs I associate with skz hyung line and a scene I’ve pictured of the song with them in it. songs are based off of one’s I’ve listened to.

I searched up the meanings of the songs so it makes more sense if you know the meaning behind each song!

BANG CHAN // those eyes

“I close my eyes and all I see is you. And the small things you do.”

you looked so peaceful while you slept, wrapped in his arms. the sun shone onto your face, the soft rays of morning light broke through the soft curtains in the room. Chan looked at you with the softest eyes, a smile on his face as he moved loose strands of hair from your face. While one arm was tucked under you, the other rested on your hip as you faced him. Your soft snores along with the birds chirping made it feel like a dream, yet real. He rubbed small circles into your hips, cherishing this small peaceful moment of your sleeping face.

“My perfect girl.” He whispered, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You stirred awake from the kiss, letting out a small breath as your eyes fluttered open. “Hi Chan.” You smiled at him, still very sleepy.

Chan smiled back, staring at your eyes for a slight moment. “Hi beautiful. Sleep well?” Your eyes were so mesmerizing to him, he couldn’t take his own eyes off of yours. They were like gems, or small stars in the sky. He loved everything about your facial features, from the shape of your noes, to your plump lips, to your jawline. You only looked at him, expecting to say more, and when he didn’t, you spoke up. “What’s on your mind babe?”

He was broken from his small spell, chuckling while shaking his head. “Nothing babe. Just takin’ in your pretty face.” And as he said that, your face became flushed. He only snickered at your attempt to try and hide your face. Times like this is when he knew, everything you did made him want to be with you for so much longer. Even if your attempts to show him love were small, such as holding his hand— or big, such as buying him presents and large items, he loved everything. When he closes his eyes, his every thought is of you. When he’s away from you, he misses you more than ever. And times like these, where you could be in each others arms, playing or holding each other in silence, leaving small kisses on each others faces, reminds him more of why he fell for you.

CHANGBIN // west coast

“On the balcony and I’m saying— Move, baby, move, baby, I’m in love.”

Why did you have to go on a trip and leave him behind? You could have just brought him with you. It’s not like it was an option though, he was sick and you didn’t want him to tire himself out. He was currently your every thought, and you wanted nothing more than to make a u-turn and head all the way back to your shared home, to take care of him. You knew he missed you too, probably more than you did. His constant texts had shown, he complained of you leaving on this trip last minute while he was sick. This was just a trip you simply couldn’t back out on though, and he had to understand that. But at the same time, you hated being alone, and you hated being away from your lover. You hoped this trip would at least go by fast, you wanted to get back to your own home to see your lover again. You wanted to take care of him, make sure he was feeling alright.

‘I miss you. Drive safe <3’

You felt that last little straw break, this was a terrible idea, even if you spent so much on this trip. You couldn’t bear it any longer, you had just gotten into the car not even 20 minutes ago— yet here you are, making a u-turn and taking directions right back to your shared home. You wanted to see him, show him love while he was sick. You wanted to kiss his adorable face until he felt better.

A strange thought popped into your head.. I’m really so in love. I want nothing more than to be by his side, and it shows now— more than ever.

HYUNJIN // ride

“I will put you in all my memories.”

Looking out the window, he breathed out softly as he watched the leaves in the trees flutter in the wind. You were currently taking a shower, while he was working on some art. You had bought him an art easel since he wanted to practice his water colors, and he was currently using it. He felt stuck, looking out the window with not much care in the world except for his art at the moment. The sun began to shine brighter for a split moment, filing the room with bright light. He was brought back to his senses for a small moment, taking in the atmosphere of the room.

It smelt like you, for some reason. It smelt like your vanilla bean perfume, or maybe was it your coconut hair cream? It didn’t matter to him, because it smelled good to him. This current space felt comforting and cozy to him, the scent of someone he loved filled his senses as he did his art. It made him think back to his art, smiling once he realized he had been drawing you both as a portrait. You were both holding hands, sitting in a grassy field with a large tree for shade. You always told him you were happy when he made those types of portraits, and little things like that mattered to him. You mattered to him.

The little things about this relationship mattered the most to him, he loved that he could sit here all day and paint pictures of the future you would have together, the moments where at times when he felt emotional, you would sit with him and show him love to make it all go away. Times like those is when he knew— you were his whole world, and you provide a sense of safety and belonging when he’s with you. And that means so much to him, much more than you will ever know.

LEE KNOW // p.s. i love you

“Keep making me wanting more. Girl, you are what I am looking for.”

At Peace is what he felt when he was with you. All his troubles just suddenly faded when you were both together. Sometimes he couldn’t express in words how much you meant to him, that no matter what would happen he would always have an undying love for you. You hold so much significance in his life, it’s crazy how you have him held in your grasp. It’s impossible for him to go anywhere, he couldn’t possibly leave you. No matter how many times he told you he loved you, or the times where words went unspoken— he simply couldn’t find the right words to emphasize that your presence meant so much.

He pledged to you that in every universe he would find you, and love you to the end. To him you were the cold breeze on a summer day, comforting him within the challenges of life and experiences of this relationship. To him you were as beautiful as the brightest star in the sky, never failing to bring light to the darkness he faced some days. No matter the circumstances or reality you both find yourselves in, the love he felt for you would remain constant and unchanging. He knew when you told him you would choose him in every lifetime, that you were the one for him. In that moment he felt a sense of destiny, or a rather soulmate connection to the bond you both formed. He knew he wanted to fulfill every promise he made, every wish you had, because he knew his love for you was serious. He loved you more than infinity, more than everything known and unknown in the universe. Nothing in this world could make his love falter, for the beautiful girl he fell for. Not anyone would change the feelings that came from deep down in his soul— the love he felt for his lover.

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Beautiful Stranger

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: on the morning commute you come across a beautiful stranger.

Word count: 1.4K

Warning: pining (?), fluff I guess

A/N: Just a quick one shot. This is based on this song:

You shouldn’t stare, it wasn’t nice. But you couldn’t help it. The train was full as usual on your way to work. But across from you sat the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Blond hair that was perfectly styled, a charcoal gray suit tailored to perfection, the most mesmerizing ocean eyes, pouty pink lips and you assumed the body under the clothes matched perfectly. It was unreasonable but you ached to know more of him.

You looked down at the book you were supposed to be reading but couldn’t help but take another peek up at him. Your eyes meet briefly before you turn away, only catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. The corner of his lips curled upward in a smile that was quickly hidden by the newspaper he was reading. Was he smiling at you? Did you see him blushing? You couldn’t be certain but there was no time to dwell on it once you heard the doors slide open for your stop. Unfortunately. With your purse in hand you reluctantly get up and head toward the doors taking one last look at the beautiful stranger.

****

“Hello?” Nat waved her hands in front of your face. “I’ve been calling your name.”

“I’m sorry, what did you need?”

“What’s his name?”

Nat knew you so well. Whenever you got that dreamy look in your eye and all you could do was stare out of your office window it meant only one thing. You had a crush on some guy on your morning commute.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? You always get a name.”

“It was different this time. He was different.” You sighed as you thought about the man you’d seen early that day. “He was so beautiful, it was honestly not fair.”

Nat rolled her eyes but she loved your view on life. You weren’t naive but you’d chosen to view the world through rose colored lenses. There was a chance for love around every corner and the possibility of a fairytale ending for everyone.

“Yeah well you also tend to fall in love on the train every morning. So you might find someone else tomorrow.”

“But just imagine if I hadn’t had to get off at my stop. Maybe I could have gotten his name.” You pout up at her. “It could have been like a meet-cute. Better yet a fairytale.”

“Maybe next time then.”

“For now he shall be my beautiful stranger.”

“Ok, but now I need those files you worked on yesterday.”

“Way to burst my bubble.” You mutter making her chuckle.

~~~~~~~~

The next morning you made sure to be on time for your train in hopes of seeing him again. Did you put in extra effort into your look? Maybe. This time you had hyped yourself up and you were going to get his name at least.

The doors slide open and you push your way through to get in. There was no real way for this to work. With as many people that lived in New York what were the chances that he would be in the same train car as you? Still you remained hopeful that he’d be there. You stayed by the doors and held on to a handrail as you scanned the sea of faces but alas, he wasn’t there. The doors slide close and you look out of the windows and onto the platform. There rushing to try and get on was your beautiful stranger. Just a bit too late.

His cheeks were rosy as if he’d rushed to get down the stairs. Your eyes meet and he gives you a small wave and an apologetic smile. As the train begins to move you wave back and smile.

****

“You don’t get it. We were so close to actually meeting. He waved at me.” You recount the morning’s events to both Nat and Wanda.

“Are you sure it was at you?”

“Yes, we made eye contact and he smiled and waved at me.” You sighed happily as you dreamt up the possibilities once you met him.

Wanda shook her head but was amused at your ramblings. This was always the case at the weekly lunch meetings. You always had some sort of story about love and all the good things you’d seen that week. Nat usually offset it by some dark story of her own. Sunshine and midnight is what Wanda called you both. You were opposites in a lot of things. Where you wore light colors and frilly dresses, Nat chose dark colors and sleek designs. In situations like this Wanda couldn’t help but egg you on just to watch Nat roll her eyes and shake her head.

“We got it, he was hot.” Nat says with slight irritation in her voice.

“No Natasha. He wasn’t just hot he was beautiful. There’s a huge difference. But it’s fine I’ll drop the topic.”

“Thank you! Now can we talk about what we’re actually here for?”

“Of course.” Wanda nods with a smile. “What store do you want to go to first? I need a new pair of heels.”

“Finally something we can all agree on, shoes.” Nat raises her glass.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Days went by and although you didn’t see your beautiful stranger again you couldn’t stop thinking about him. Nat and Wanda both tried to convince you that you were romanticizing the moment too much but you begged to differ.

“You know I love you but you’re gonna go crazy thinking about that guy.” Wanda said cautiously.

“I’m not gonna go crazy. And it doesn’t matter, I plan to move on.”

“You sound like you dated and broke up.” Nat adds as you continue to walk down the street to your favorite coffee shop.

“I did, in my head at least.” You say with a laugh.

Nat pulls the door open and you walk in first. A few steps in and turn to tell them something when you collide with someone. It was hard enough that you almost fell back if it wasn’t for a pair of strong arms that kept you from doing so.

“I’m so sorry. Are you ok?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t see you.”

You and whoever you ran into said at the same time. Looking up to see who it was, your jaw drops.

“It’s you.”

You both say at the same time before you laugh softly.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

You giggle again as you both keep saying the same thing.

“You ok there?” Nat steps closer when she notices that this stranger hasn’t let you go.

“Yeah I’m fine Nat.”

‘Oh my god, It’s him.’ You mouth over your shoulder.

“Thank you for catching me.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Your beautiful stranger answers.

“We’re going to order. I’ll get your usual.”

“Thanks Wanda.” You say before turning back to look at him again.

There was a light pink dusting on his cheeks and he was scratching the back of his neck as he tried to say something.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Steve.” He replies.

“It’s nice to meet you Steve.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.” His phone chimes and he pulls it out of his pocket. “Sorry, I have to go.” He says regretfully.

“Yeah, of course.”

He started walking out and you did your best to not watch him leave but it was difficult because he was so cute. Steve stops and turns back, catching your eye and he smiles. That smile alone is so very dreamy.

“Would you like to go out some time?” He asks once he’s in front of you.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Good. Could I get your number?”

He hands you his phone and you quickly type your number in and save it. He takes it back and sends you a text so that you have his number. Steve’s phone chimes again and this time he does leave. But not without one last look through the coffee shop window.

Once you sit down both Nat and Wanda agree that he is in fact beautiful. You tell them about how he asked you out. They immediately start talking about what you would wear on this date. Your phone chimes and you see it’s a text from Steve asking when you’re free. From that moment on you get to know each other more.

He’s still beautiful but now he’s less of a stranger.

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Astarion x Reader

[I’ve finally gotten some time to play the full version of BG 3, unfortunately not enough to get past what was available in the early release versions. Hopeful to write more characters when I run into them. For the time being, though, I’m more than happy to show love for everyone’s favorite vampire. Technically a x reader, but also sort of for x Tav too. Not proof read, my tablet’s about to die and I want to get this up, lol]

The rain was steadily coming down. It wasn’t flood levels or anything drastic like that, but there was enough that you didn’t want to go out unless you absolutely had to. You were thankful that the tent you had gotten ended up being a nicer one that kept all of the water out. You weren’t the only one thankful for that either.

Astarion, seeing how clouded over the sky was, refused to budge an inch. The others in the group wanted to keep going, not finding a chance of rain a good reason to stall progress, especially seeing as the next town was only about a day or so away. You had volunteered to stay back with him, using the excuse that you didn’t think anyone in the group should be left alone. In all honesty, you didn’t feel like being caught in the rain either.

It seemed like you made the right call too. You were wondering if you had been overly cautious like the others thought, but once things started to pick up you were glad you weren’t either trying to rush the rest of the way to the town or setting up tents in the rain.

Your vampiric traveling partner had himself sat snuggly in the tent, not risking getting caught in too much water moving too quickly. While Astarion did have a tent of his own, the one that you had gotten was more waterproof, so he insisted that he be allowed to stay in it. You didn’t have too much of a problem with that as there was enough room in the tent for both of you.

Or at least you didn’t think you did. Now that you were out here in the rain checking on the pikes that were holding the tent down while he was comfortable and dry inside, you were starting to think you weren’t too much better off than everyone else. Finally, after walking around the tent to make sure everything was still tightly fastened down, you finally went back inside.

“Oh, for-“ Astarion exclaimed as you opened the tent, “Close the bloody door!”

“The door?” You question as you take off your boots and your cloak off at the front of the tent.

“You know what I mean.” He huffed out and lounged back onto his bedroll. “I’m mean, really! I knew you could be dense but I didn’t think it was that bad-“

Astarion gave a comical, “oof,” when you threw your wet cloak onto his face.

When he pulled it from his face, his red eyes seemed to burn; you couldn’t quite tell with what emotion, but you did know something was coming.

It turned out that something was him as in a flash he had tossed the cloak aside, and pulled you down to the ground.

“Just like when we first met. What happy memories~” Astarion purred darkly as he held you down.

“I distinctly remember there being a knife involved.” You pointed out at the lack of things pointed at you.

“Mmm, you would remember that delicious, little detail. Should’ve known you were the type to enjoy that sort of thing.”

You swallowed at the lump in your throat, trying not to give him any indication that you were at all affected. You went to retort, but Astarion was quick to stop it.

“Shh, shh, shh, shh- Hush. Don’t even think about lying to me. In fact,” his hand moved up to cover your mouth, “how about you don’t speak at all. If you really want to feel something sharp of mine against your throat, duckling~”

Astarion leaned closer, grinned so that his pearly, white fangs peeked out from his lips, and hummed, “I’ve got the perfect, little tools right here.”

There was a slight gasp from his mouth when he opened it wide enough to properly bare his fangs that seemed to magically draw one from you. The chill from his skin sent a shiver down your spine as his cheek brushed against your jaw. His lips brushed against your neck-

-and his index finger moved up from your mouth to your nose, gave it a tap, and giggled a mischievous, “Honk,” into your neck.

Astarion leaned back to sit up and squished your cheeks. “Oh, you should see your face. Absolutely priceless.” He snickered.

Astarion groaned and leaned back onto his elbows, “Listen, I gave something a chance and it didn’t pan out.”

You shooed his hand away from your face and moved over to your bed roll and rolled your eyes. “Sure, if you say so…” then something struck you as you smirked yourself, “Duckling.”

He brushed his fingers through his mess of white curls, but stopped part way as he came to his own realization. “Or… perhaps it worked better than your letting on. It seems memorable at least.”

“Well, so was that dinner we had a few nights ago, but that doesn’t mean it’s good.” You retort.

“Fair enough.”

There was a spell of silence between the two of you with nothing but the sound of the rain hitting the tent with the occasional rumble of distant thunder. It was broken when Astarion gave a drawn out, dramatic whine.

You lied down on your bedroll and acted like you didn’t notice him staring at you. “Well, it seemed like someone should have taken the opportunity when he had it earlier.”

“Speaking of dinner,” he turned to look at you, his garnet eyes reflecting his hunger, “I’m positively famished.”

Astarion moved so that he was closer to you; while technically leaning over you again, it was more playful than predatory. He ran his hand under your chin to catch your attention and turn your head to look at him. “You have no idea how tempted I was to do so.” He sighed.

“Careful, or I might start to think your getting attached to me.” You teased, but there was not bite to it.

Astarion chuckled, a mostly light chuckle with a twinge of a bitter aftertaste. “Don’t get too cocky. I’m never more than friendly acquaintance with anyone.” He pinched your cheek and gave it a little shake. “Even you, my little duckling.”

It seemed that the two of you had quickly formed an inside joke from his attempts at a pet name.

Still not to be completely overcome by his charms, you pushed back with, “Of course. That’s why you were so eager to be so close to me a bit ago.”

“A tactical maneuver.” He brushed it off.

“And, have been flirting with me.”

“What’s a little flirting between friend—ly acquaintances.” He cleared his throat to try and act like he didn’t almost slip up and show attachment.

“And, why you’ve been wanting to bite me the whole evening.”

“And, still do.” He rolled so he was once again pinning you, propping himself up on his arms so he could still look you in the eyes, his usual, suave demeanor making its return.

You instinctively placed your hand on the crook of his neck, which he adored in the secrecy of his own mind. Astarion was more than pleased that he seemed to have flustered you into silence as he brushed his cheek against yours, and whispered, his fang brushing against your ear,

“Now, be good and indulge me in a friendly, little,”

His lips moved to your hammering, stuttering pulse point as he purred,

“Nibble~”

[zoekeating]

Dear Listeners,

It’s winter break here in Vermont so my son and I have been out on the slopes every day. For many years I have stayed away from fast slidey sports because I was afraid of injuring my hands. If my hands don’t work, how do I make music? But among the many bits of advice I’ve gotten in my parenting journey, “be into what your kid is into” has been one of the best. My lad needed someone to ride the lifts with and I needed to overcome my fear and learn how to fall properly, so here I am.

I found that skiing is not all that different from rollerblading, which I learned to do in Central Park the summer of my junior year. I brought the skates with me on my year abroad in Florence. On weekends there was this amazing city to explore but buses and museums and cafes cost money. And whenever I roamed the quiet streets and parks alone, I would be perpetually harassed, groped and even flashed by pathetic men. But rollerblading was free and, bonus, I am already quite tall, so with skates I was at least 6ft2in. No one ever messed with me on skates. I adapted to the cobblestones and explored all of Florence with exhilarating freedom.

One Sunday, as I was enjoying the expanses of asphalt in Parco delle Cascine, I came upon a group of folks on old-school rollerskates. They had a boombox and were dancing, just like the skaters of Central Park but without the sequined hot pants. They waved me over and exclaimed over my weird skates. They invited me to join them and for the rest of the school year, I spent every Sunday afternoon I could with the rollerskaters. We would gather, dancing and skating around obstacles, and once we had critical mass, tear off along the Arno and into the old city. We’d skate past the David, circle the Piazza della Signoria multiple times and whizz down the marble collanade along the Piazza Republica, ending in a bar, still on skates, for an espresso or aperativo. Those are some of my best memories of my year in Florence.

I continued the skating when I moved to San Francisco, zooming most days through Golden Gate Park to the beach and back again. Sometimes I’d join a similar group of mad skaters on Friday nights to roll fearlessly down hills and through tunnels. Skating was always a great source of joy. But then I moved away from the paved environment of the city and I transitioned to music full time. After acquiring a broken finger from an Evil Door and being shocked at how much that tiny injury impacted my ability to play, I quit skating.

Fast forward to Vermont. Like many people did during the pandemic, I got back on skates except this time with padding, wrist guards and a helmet. And then, as my boy learned to snowboard, I learned to ski. We still ride the lifts together but now he zips down black diamond trails while I ski carefully down the easy ones. He is mystified as to how I can bear to do the same runs over and over but I like it that way. It’s like a meditation. I focus on perfecting my technique and try to make each turn better than the last. It feels similar to one of the things I enjoy about playing the cello, which is noticing tiny details and gradually polishing them. How can I improve this one phrase that I have played thousands of times? It never gets old or boring for me.

I hope it never gets boring for you either! Next week I’ll get back to work improving my old songs and figuring out to play some of my new ones in time for my concerts in March.

March 15 - ArtYard in Frenchtown,NJ

March 16 - Underground Arts in Philadelphia, PA opening up for my old friend The Sleepytime Gorilla Museum

March 17 - Le Poisson Rouge in NYC

March 21 - St John’s Cathedral at the Big Ears Festival in Knoxville, TN

And one more

April 6 - Unitarian Univeralist Church in Burlington VT, accompanied by mesmerizing visuals by Alex Reeves

also, outside my solo work on April 7 I’ll be a part of composer Randal Pierce’s ensemble, performing his live soundtrack to George Méliès’ silent cinematic masterpiece, A Trip to the Moon

6:30 and 8:30pm shows

More about all the events happening in Burlington around the eclipse

Thank you for listening and please wear a helmet when you are going fast.

celloly yours, Z

[justagalwhowrites]

Bestieeee congrats on 500 followers!!!! 🥹 I’m so happy to have come across your work, it’s been the highlight of my past few months 🪻🪻🪻

could I please request something fluffy / smutty for Joel & Doc - prompt 143 🥺 “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

Love you!!!!

OMG Hi Bestie!

Thank you so so much! I'm so glad these stories have made your life better!

Thank you for sending in this prompt, I hope it's exactly what you're looking for. It's starring pre-outbreak Joel and Doc - AKA the fluffiest, smuttiest pair.

Love you!!

Date Night

You decide to make a nice dinner for Joel. Things don't quite go as planned.

Written from Prompt 143: "Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (couple from Lavender)

Warnings: Smut :D Oral (female receiving), unprotected PIV sex (wrap. it. up. kids.) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only.

Length: 1.9k

Late October, 2000

For some reason, everything was going wrong. 

It hadn’t started that way. It had started going really well, actually. Your last class of the week got canceled; Sarah was going straight from school to Lizzy’s house for a slumber party so you and Joel had some alone time; the weather was beautifully cool and crisp, making it the perfect day to spend hours in the kitchen. It was the perfect excuse to have Joel come over for dinner. If that dinner just so happened to be so delicious he took you to bed and fucked you until you couldn’t think straight before you finished eating it, well, so be it. 

But everything after that had steadily gone down hill. You picked up apples to make apple pie, brought them home and found that worms had gotten into three of them so you had to run back to the store. Then, your favorite burner on the stove died. And your apartment lost power for about 20 minutes while the potatoes au gratin were in the oven - though at least it was after the pie was done and you weren’t trying to adjust baking times for your notoriously fussy pie crust. 

You’d intended to have everything just about done by the time Joel came over after work, had planned to have time to get changed into something that didn’t have a flour handprint on the pant leg, had meant to do your makeup. Instead, you were in the kitchen, apron on, hair in a pile on top of your head when he let himself into your apartment. 

“Smells fuckin’ amazing in here,” he said, carrying a bottle of wine into your kitchen. You groaned and he frowned as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You don’t sound happy to see me, I do something?” 

“No,” you sighed and scrunched your nose. “I’m just way behind, I’ve run into nothing but problems, it’s been just a comedy of errors starring me and my kitchen today…” 

“Here,” he said, setting the wine down and looking around your small kitchen for a moment. He went to the cutting board where you had set out the vegetables for the salad. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows and washing his hands before picking up a knife. “I got this unless there’s somethin’ else that would be better.” 

You just looked at him for as he started chopping a carrot. After a moment he frowned and glanced at you. 

“Really startin’ to think I did somethin’ that I don’t know I did,” he said, looking at you skeptically. 

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” You shook your head and smiled. He smirked. 

“Well, wasn’t trying to but I’ll take what I can get…” 

You went back to getting the green beans ready to go into the oven next to the roast chicken, looking over at Joel cutting vegetables, his forearms looking far better than anyone’s forearms had any right to. 

“You like that thing where you only cut off part of the skin of the cucumber, right?” He asked, glancing over at you. 

“That’s it,” you yanked at the apron tie, the towel you’d tucked into it falling to the floor before you pulled it up and over your head, leaving it on the counter before you grabbed Joel and kissed him, pressing your body against his, your fingers tangling in his hair. He dropped the knife with a clatter to the cutting board as his hands went around to your ass, pulling your hips against his own. You pressed him back toward your bedroom and his hands slid lower, down to your thighs, tugging you up until your legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried you back to your bedroom, setting you on the bed before unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them and your underwear down your legs, tossing them on the floor. 

“Got me starving, Baby,” he kissed up your calf to your knee to your thigh until he reached your slit, his tongue teasing your seam. “And you taste fuckin’ delicious.” 

He flicked your clit, his brown eyes looking up your body to your face until your head dropped back onto the mattress with a desperate moan. You felt him smile against you as his tongue parted your lower lips, plundering your tight, wet hole. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you groaned as his tongue sank into you, his nose pressing into your clit. Your hand went down to find his head, grabbing at his curls as your hips rocked against his face. You couldn’t help it, he felt too damn good. He looped his arms around your thighs, tugging you closer, pressing his tongue deeper into you, devouring you and your wetness, making your back arch and your core tighten around him. 

“C’mon baby,” he panted for breath, thrusting two fingers deep inside you and hooking them into the soft place inside you that he’d made his own. He put his lips to your clit and sucked, making you squirm, your body wound so tight it felt like you were about to snap. He pressed a kiss to your clit and licked it before pulling back ever so slightly. “Want to feel you cum for me…” 

His tongue was back inside you, working in tandem with his fingers as his nose brushed your clit. Your hands flew to the bed, fisting your quilt as you pressed your hips against his face and your orgasm took hold, the urgent, pulsing heat flooding you. He ate you through it, unrelenting, moaning as your slick fell on his tongue. 

When your body went limp, he slid his fingers and tongue from you, wiping his mouth before he pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, shoving them off his body before kissing up your stomach to your chest to your throat to your mouth, unbuttoning your shirt as he went, his weight settling between your thighs. His hard length was weeping against your slit, the head of him brushing against your swollen clit. 

“Did so good, cummin’ all over me,” he said, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with the mint of his toothpaste. You smiled a little at that, that he’d brushed his teeth before coming over. “Want you to do that again while I’m inside you…” 

His lips brushed yours when he spoke and you nodded against him, still needy and desperate. He kissed you as he parted your inner walls, aching and tight in spite of your orgasm. 

“Fuck, Baby,” he groaned as his head met your back wall, your pussy stretched around him. “You feel too damn good…” 

You rocked your hips up against him and he moaned, dropping his head to your chest as your channel gripped him. While he was distracted, you pushed off the bed and rolled him onto his back, keeping him deep inside you as you settled on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands went to your ass, fingers digging into your plush flesh as you pressed yourself down on him. 

“Still don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he said as you tugged off your shirt and cast it aside before unhooking your bra and freeing your breasts. “Fucking hell, Baby…” 

You just smiled down at him, putting your hands on his stomach to balance yourself as you started to rise and fall over his cock. You started slow, coming up far enough that just his head was inside you before taking all of him back into you again. Every stroke stretched you to just shy of the point of pain, his cock making room for him inside of you. You paused every few thrusts, grinding your hips down against his, pushing him almost impossibly deeper, his head catching on the place in you that made your body tighten further. 

His hands went to your waist and he guided you as you rode him, thrusting up against you as your clit pressed down against him, moving faster and harder over him as your orgasm built. 

“Fuck, Baby, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he panted below you. “Fuckin’ perfect, Jesus…” 

“Want you to cum,” you moaned, your cunt gripping him tight. “Want to make you cum…” 

“Just keep doin’ that,” his grip on you tightened. “Won’t be able to stop myself, you keep doin’ that…” 

“Good,” you ground down against him, making his hips stutter below you. “Don’t want you stop, want you to fill me up…” “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pulled you down tight against him and you felt him come apart inside you, his pulsing triggering your own orgasm, making you moan. “You feel so goddamn good.” 

You collapsed on him as your orgasm eased, panting for breath as you kissed him, his spend combining with yours inside of you. He put his arms around you and rolled onto his side, keeping his gradually softening cock within you. 

“Gonna need you to give me some specific notes about what I did to get you to do that,” he teased, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip to your waist. 

“Don’t act like you’ve ever had to try that hard to get me into bed,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah but I’d kill to get you to jump me in the kitchen again,” he kissed your nose. “Sexy as hell…” 

You giggled and pressed yourself closer, kissing his throat, enjoying the afterglow when your smoke alarm went off. 

“Shit!” You all but jumped away from him and grabbed your robe from your bedpost, throwing it on as you ran to the kitchen, waving your hands to try to clear the air around the smoke detector. Smoke was pouring from your oven, the smell of burning chicken thick on the air. You turned off the oven and opened the door, grabbing your oven mitts and pulling out the food, putting it on top of your stove, feeling like you were about to cry. The chicken skin was charcoal black. So were the potatoes. Joel, his jeans back on and his hair a tangled mess, slipped an arm around your waist, tugging you back against him as he pressed his lips to your temple. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice thick, oven mitts still on your hands as they hung limply at your sides. “Ugh, I’ve just fucked up everything today…” 

“Definitely didn’t fuck up everything,” he said gently. “C’mon. I know you’ve got some dress I’m gonna want to rip off you the second you put it on, go get changed and I’ll show you off. Make all these other men think I sold my soul to get you on my arm… We’ll get dinner, maybe find a place to hear some music. Promise, it’ll be fun.” 

You laughed a little and looked over at the pie sitting on your table. 

“Well, at least we’ve got dessert,” you sighed, leaning your head back onto him. 

Joel nipped your throat. 

“Damn right we do.” 

You smiled a little and kissed him before going to get changed, picturing Joel with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows again, his cum dripping down your leg. Definitely worth it.

[writeforfandoms]

Welcome to New York 5

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Things are better, work is going fine.... Until work spills over into personal life in the worst possible way. 

Warnings: Violence, blood, reader gets injured (cuts and a bruised ankle), Miguel is still mean. 

Word count: 2.3k

Before you knew it, an entire week had gone by. Work was just that: work. But it was also kind of fun. Lyla wasn’t always around, but she was funny and sassy. Peter B. checked in on you, often with Mayday in tow. He was just a little disruptive, but that was okay.

(You’d gotten trapped for thirty minutes holding Mayday and playing with her while Peter went on a convoluted explanation of the last mission he’d been on to a black-and-white world. The video from the mission, when you found it later, had been extremely weird to watch.) 

But you were at least making progress. 

“Any plans for your weekend?” Peter asked as he and Mayday walked you to the cafeteria. You’d worked through lunch and were consequently starving. 

“Not really. I was thinking I might try going somewhere new.” You shrugged, unconcerned, even as you stepped around two Spiders stopped in the middle of the walkway talking. 

“Oh yeah?” Peter raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Well, I was reading about this restaurant that sounds really good, and I’ve never been. It’s in the undercity, which will be an adventure.” 

“You should ask Miguel,” Peter suggested, as if that wasn’t the worst advice anyone had ever given you. 

“You’re joking, right?” You glanced at him to gauge his sincerity. 

“Why would I be?” Peter grinned at you. “It makes perfect sense! Miguel lives here, he knows lots of places, I bet he can give you advice.”

“I’ll pass, thanks,” you mumbled, shaking your head. 

“Why?” Peter looked confused, the poor clueless man. 

“Pretty sure Miguel is too busy for that kind of trivial thing,” you tried, heading for the elevator in hopes that making it clear you were leaving would halt this trainwreck of a conversation. 

“Nah, he’s probably bored,” Peter said, waving an unconcerned hand. 

“I’ve got things to do,” you tried again, dodging around yet another clueless Spider-person in the middle of the walkway. Honestly, weren’t they supposed to have that tingle-thing? Or were they all just socially clueless? Seriously. Rude. 

“Well, alright.” Peter sighed. “If you’re sure…”

“I’m sure. Thanks, though.” Your smile was small and a little tight. 

“Just be careful, alright? Can’t be losing my favorite archivist already!”

“I’m the only archivist.” You frowned at him.

Peter just laughed and waved you off before shooting a web. Mayday laughed and waved to you as her father swung the two of them away.

Well fine then.

But you couldn’t deny your little smile as you took the elevator back down to ground level. 

There were some good things to having no real friends in the city. You could live by your own timeline. So if you wanted to get up early and go on a lazy meander to a little coffee shop, then down to a park, there was nobody to argue with over timing or where to go. 

On the other hand, there was no one to help you figure out how to get the tram down to the undercity, or how to navigate down there. You hadn’t expected just how different it would feel, without sky above your head. Sure, streets were marked and there were maps and you could navigate, but it felt… different. Weird.

You weren’t sure you liked it.

Fortunately, you had time to explore a little. You didn’t stray too far from the restaurant you wanted to try, you weren’t quite brave enough to really explore. Another day, you told yourself. Another time, after you’d had another successful adventure or two down here and knew you could do it. 

You were not really brave, and you knew it. You liked exploring, but you liked being safe while you explored. It made sense to you. 

The undercity was fascinating in its own way, because it was so different. Much more densely built, the lighting was almost orange, fading to red at points. Buses and trams passed constantly, the press of humanity somehow more claustrophobic down here. 

Which made sense, given the lack of space in any direction. 

You’d just finished in a shop when you heard the crashing and the screaming. You froze, gaze darting around, trying to determine which way that had come from and what exactly was going on. 

You didn’t have to figure it out. Because it came to you.

It turned out to be a man with mechanical legs grabbing onto buildings and hauling him around. But the edges of him were soft, the colors muted and almost runny. 

He wasn’t from this universe.

You were forced back into the shop as people swarmed past, getting out of the way of the villain. Which was fine. Not at all like the shop was in the line of danger or anything. 

You really hoped the Spiders knew about this one already. 

“Get away from the windows,” you said to the shop assistant, already backing away yourself. There was a chance this would get ugly.

The person outside glitched, something you’d seen in footage but never in person. It was a riot of colors and shapes mixed with screaming, and you winced. It looked painful. It sounded painful. 

And it apparently only made him angrier. 

Four of the legs hoisted him back up while the other four lashed out. Windows broke, glass shattering and scattering through multiple stores. One limb grabbed a car, sending it careening off course. 

You hit the floor, pulling the shop assistant down with you. They definitely didn’t deserve to be caught in the middle of this. 

“Stay quiet,” you murmured, hoping they were able to listen and understand. “Help will be here, I promise.” 

They nodded once, shaky, scared. They couldn’t have been older than 19, still a kid, still figuring themself out. 

You really hoped they made it past 19. 

Your work bracelet chimed softly and you jumped, spooked. But you still tapped it. A line of glowing orange text appeared just above the band. 

Stay out of trouble, help is on the way.

Well. They definitely knew something was happening, at least. Cool. You could work with that. 

One of the flailing limbs crashed through the remains of the window, sending more glass everywhere. You covered your head briefly before peering out again. The glass reflected the orange light from the street, almost like tiny glimmers of fires scattered across the floor of the shop. The villain was moving away from the shop now, roaring something about Spiderman and revenge and something something. You weren’t quite paying attention to him now that it seemed like he was going the other direction. 

“Stay down,” you hissed, motioning the assistant. They just nodded, eyes huge, hands over their mouth. Okay. Good. Not moving.

So, naturally, you moved. 

There were two other people in the shop, and you managed to check on both of them. They were both okay, scared but okay. 

Okay. So far so good. 

And then you made a mistake. You lost track of where the villain was and where the fighting was. 

A red and blue blur flew past the shop, and you jerked around to watch. The blur didn’t even hit the villain before one of those mechanical arms batted it out of the air like a fly, sending the blur away from the villain.

And towards you. 

You were not sure how the Spider did not hit you, but they didn’t. You did end up flat on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and shaking. 

Yeah nope. No more moving around until you got the all clear. 

“Sssssspidermaaaaaan,” came the low hiss from outside. The ground shook gently with the impact of those mechanical arms, getting closer until two arms landed just outside the shop. 

The Spiderman who’d been sent flying sat up, a little dusty now. “Is it just me or have you been practicing?” he asked mildly. 

“Spiderman,” the villain hissed, face contorting in rage. “At last.” 

“Definitely been practicing,” Spiderman quipped, getting to his feet. “I think you need less time in the batting cage, doc.”

You didn’t see what happened next, because you went from too scared to move to being dragged across the floor. Shards of glass caught against your clothing and your skin, pain sharp and sudden. 

And then you were dangling upside down, blood rushing to your head, ankle protesting the tight grip something had on you. You jerked, reaching for something to try to steady you, only to yelp when you were moved further away from the floor. You were pretty sure people were talking - you could hear voices, kind of, past the rushing in your ears. But you were stuck looking at the one Spiderman, hands out at his sides, tense but unmoving. 

Oh great. You’d turned into collateral damage. You choked back the hysterical laugh, trying not to shake. You were absolutely going to die and there was nothing you could do about it. 

Several things happened at once. There was a roar, like a motor, the Spiderman in front of you shot out webs, and the mechanical limb holding your ankle tightened to the point you cried out in pain… and then let go. 

You barely had a chance to fall before someone caught you. 

“This time, stay put,” Miguel growled, setting you down surprisingly gently. He stayed for a moment, the blanks where his eyes should be narrowing. “You’re bleeding.”

“Am I?” You blinked rapidly, head still rushing with the change in directions. Which way was up and could the room kindly stop spinning? 

He muttered something in Spanish that you didn’t catch, low and hard. “Lyla, let medical know we’ve got an injured civilian coming in,” he ground out. 

“Yup, already told ‘em,” Lyla said, familiar voice comforting now. You blinked. 

“Wait here.” Miguel set you down carefully. Or, he tried to. One of your hands grabbed him, needing the steadying contact. His grip was surprisingly gentle as he removed your hand. 

And then he was gone, running off to join the fight in bringing down the villain. 

You huffed softly and focused on your breathing, because that was better than focusing on the pain. Which was a lot. And kind of all over. Your arms and back hurt the worst, but your ankle wasn’t exactly painless either. And all of it throbbed in time with your pulse, still rapid and hard. 

“Oof, you’re not looking so hot.”

You peeled open your eyes to glower up at Peter. For once, he didn’t have Mayday with him, even her carrier absent. So was the pink bathrobe, actually. He actually looked more or less respectable. “Thanks,” you muttered dryly. 

“Come on, let’s get you back to HQ.” He stooped and picked you up carefully. You stifled your pained noise by biting down on your lip. Hard. “I know, I’m sorry.”

“You got her?” Miguel loomed larger than life over Peter’s shoulders, the faint orange glow behind him drawing your attention. Two other Spiders were pulling the villain through a portal, undoubtedly to HQ. 

“Yeah, I got her. You go do your thing.” Peter nodded to Miguel. One arm kept firm hold of you while the other shot a web, quick to pull you both up and out of the undercity. 

You did not even try to resist the urge to cling to him, dignity be damned. This shit was terrifying. The webbing looked far too thin to support your combined weight, and the fact that you had no control over any of this was just making things worse. 

Fortunately, it was a quick trip to HQ. Because if it had been any longer you might have cried. 

“Here we are,” Peter said, cheerful once again. “See, you’ll be fine.” 

“You’re the worst,” you breathed, eyes closed tightly to try and combat the motion sickness. “How are you so cheerful.” 

“Force of habit.” He chuckled as he set you down. “Right, I’m gonna leave you be, let me know when you’re done!” He backed out of the room, waving to you when you looked. 

Medical was not bad at all. Like the rest of HQ, it was a little higher tech than you were used to - all top of the line equipment and even specialized things that looked custom built. (Which made sense when you thought about it, because, y’know. Spiders.) 

A few stitches, one ankle brace, and several bandages later, you were cleared to go home. And given some spare sweats, since your clothes were bloodstained and ripped. 

You were just sitting on the bed trying to gather the energy to get back home when you heard the Spider doctor’s watch beep. And, well, you didn’t mean to overhear, but she was hanging out right outside your room. 

“Yes, Miguel?” 

“How’s she doing?” Miguel didn’t waste any time on pleasantries. That tracked with what you knew of him. 

“She’ll be fine,” the doctor said, voice quiet. You leaned forward a little to hear better. “Nothing major to worry about.”

Huh. Miguel was worried about someone? You knew he had a heart but damn. 

“Keep me updated.” Miguel definitely made it an order, not a request. 

The doctor chuckled to herself, her footsteps starting up again and fading as she walked away.

Huh. Weird. Well, kudos to whoever got Miguel to care enough to check in. You didn’t waste any more time calling a cab to pick you up outside, groaning softly as you hobbled out of medical and to the elevator. 

Time to go collapse at home now.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Surprise!

Fandom: DC, The Suicide Squad, Rick Flag

Summary: Rick loves sneaking up and scaring you when you least expect it. But turn about is fair play….

Word Count: 1371

(Fic is 100% inspired by this GIF)

You loved your boyfriend, but sometimes he could be a real jerk. Lately, Rick had gotten it into his head that his new favorite thing to do was to scare you. Well, more like surprise you. He would wait until you were coming out of the bedroom or walking down the hall, then he would use his Special Force stealth training to sneak up behind you and kiss your cheek, causing you to jump nearly through the ceiling. Or he would get home early from a mission and slide his arms around your waist while you were doing dishes, resulting in more than one broken glass. Or his latest endeavor had been tapping on your car window while you were checking emails on your phone, leading to you glaring back at his delighted face.

But the final straw came when you had arrived home after a really rough day at work. Throwing your keys onto the counter, you start searching through the refrigerator for any leftovers that might have been forgotten. You found an old container of Chinese food that still looked edible, so you grabbed a fork and started walking to the bedroom.

“Welcome home, darlin’.”

You jumped a foot into the air as you lost your grip on the container of food, shrimp and noodles spilling across the floor. You glared at the relaxed, grinning form of your boyfriend splayed out on the couch with a beer in his hand.

“Damn it, Rick! How many times do I have to tell you not to scare me like that! Now what I’m I supposed to eat?”

Rick held up his hands in self-defense. “Hey, I’ve been laying here for the past twenty minutes. It’s not my fault you’re not very observant. Besides, that stuff had been in there for over a week. I did you a favor.”

“You could have at least cleared your throat or given me some sort of sign you were there. We’ve talked about this!”

“I know, but you keep giving me the perfect opportunities. How am I supposed to just pass that up?”

You crossed your arms in annoyance. “Well, how would you like it if I scared you like that?”

He chuckled as he took another sip of his beer. “You could try, but I don’t get scared. Plus, I’ve been trained too well to let you get the drop on me.”

“Well, we’ll just see about that!” Turning around in a huff, you stormed off to the bedroom with Rick’s snickering following you down the hall.

For the first few days after the challenge had been issued, Rick was extra on edge, coiled like a spring just waiting for you to try something. But you were no idiot. You knew that if you wanted even the slightest chance to scare Rick, you needed to bide your time and wait until it wasn’t on the forefront of his mind. And slowly but surely, Rick began to relax again. He was no longer peeking around corners or entering a room as if scanning for armed gunmen. But it wasn’t until three weeks later that you finally got your perfect opportunity.

Your boss had given everyone an unexpected half-day so the IT Department could install updates on the office computers. This meant that you arrived back at the apartment early, but you didn’t think much of it until you opened the door and heard the shower running. A smile slowly stretched across your lips. Rick was expecting to have the apartment to himself for at least another four hours which meant…..

You heard the shower turn off and you quickly dove behind the couch, phone at the ready. There was no way you were going to miss the opportunity to catch this on film. You listened as the bathroom door opened and Rick’s feet padded down the hallway. Just as it sounded like he was at the edge of the living room, you burst up from your hiding spot and yelled, “Boo!”

It was even better than you had hoped. Rick was wearing nothing but his multicolored towel wrapped loosely around his waist. As you popped up, he jolted wildly, arms flailing and a surprisingly high-pitched scream coming from his lips. “Ahhh!!!...... Fuck!”

At this point, you were bent over, cackling in triumph and joy. You glanced up and were happy to see a small smile on Rick’s face.

“What? You think that was funny? Well, you got me good.”

Tears streaming from your eyes, you managed to choke out, “Oh my god! I’m sending this to everyone! Wait until Harley sees it! She’ll never show you any respect ever again! And DuBois! Has your old military buddy ever heard you screech like that?”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” Rick growled, but you could still see the twinkle in his eyes. He rushed over and tried to grab the phone from your hands, but you dodged, twirling just out of his reach. A wide shit-eating grin spread across your face as you hit the send button and then tossed Rick the phone. “Here you go!”

He stared dumbfounded at your phone now in his hand. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

A small ding could be heard as Rick’s phone alerted him to a new message. Picking it up off the counter where he had left it charging, he glanced at the screen and then rolled his eyes in your direction. Turning it to face you, you could see the video you had just sent him with the bold message “GOT YOU” right above it.

“We both know you were going to try to downplay the fact I actually scared you. Just say you were startled, or your instincts kicked in. So, I wanted to make sure you saw the proof because there’s no denying that! I got the drop on and scared the great Rick Flag!” You smugly crossed your arms over your chest, daring him to refute the evidence.

Rick sighed sadly. “No, you’re right, darlin’. A man’s got to know when he’s been beaten. You scared me.”

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. “That’s right I did. Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

“No. I understand why it bothers you. I’m sorry, and I’ll stop.”

“Thank you, babe. That’s all that I ask.”

Rick ducked his head so it hovered just a few inches above yours. “You know…. That could have been pretty dangerous. I am a highly trained soldier. If I had my gun on me, I might have seriously hurt you.”

“I thought about that, but I figured the chances of you having your gun just after coming out of the shower were very low. And it’s not like you could really hide it in that towel.” You leaned in closer to kiss him, but something stopped you. Trying to hide your smirk, you said, “Well, maybe I was wrong…. It seems like you’re packing something under there.”

Blushing slightly, Rick murmured, “Wouldn’t you like to find out?” He closed the distance between you as his lips crushed into yours. You ran one hand through the damp hair on the back of his head as the other hand ran along the top of the towel, right where the material met his skin. Just as your hand started to ease it lower, Rick’s work phone began to ring. He sighed annoyedly as he stepped away from you to grab it. Growling at the terrible timing, he answered, “Flag here.”

“Oh. My. God.” You could hear Harley’s voice squeaking through the phone even without it being on speaker. “I can’t believe she did it! She got you so good!.... And speaking of so good, I really like what I’m seeing here, Colonel. How ‘bout you wear just that towel on the next mission?”

Rick glared daggers at you as you shrugged sheepishly. “I might have sent it to a few other people besides just you.”

Hanging up the phone, Rick took a few steps towards you, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Oh, you are so dead.” You squealed as you rushed down the hall towards the bedroom, Rick close on your heels as he slammed the door behind him, his towel dropping to the floor.

[rypnami]

seeing many people posting now has broken my heart. it seems the toxicity in this fandom is almost bone deep. i don’t know what i expected, having interacted with other hp fandoms in the past.

how can people treat others like this? how? i won’t claim to be perfect. i’ve said and done things in this fandom that were most definitely unkind at times. i’m trying to learn and grow from my mistakes. i’m sad to say it seems like that is not the case for a lot of other members of this fandom

i have been struggling recently. horrible things have been happening and seeing how awful people can be has added to the pile until it’s hard to take anymore. being torn down to the point where i had thoughts of genuinely believing i don’t deserve to be alive is something i won’t wish on anyone else.

this isn’t about me though anymore. not that it ever really was. i think we all need to look at our behaviour from a new point of view. we should care about each other- there was a time we all got along and bonded over things.

all of this is so silly. over what? pixels? a lot of people have acted irrationally- and yeah, i think that includes myself. i’m sure after the stream today things will get worse. i’m heartbroken to see the state of a community i once felt safe and happy in.

i miss being able to look at these characters and feeling good.

i posted a general apology to the fandom a few days ago but at this point i’m starting to see that i was blaming myself for a problem that is fandom wide. i don’t take my words back, but i also think that others should reflect as i have.

i don’t think anyone in this fandom are bad people. i think we all have just gotten too caught up to realise the damage being done- i know i did. i didn’t even notice my own actions until they were pointed out to me, albeit in a harsh and frankly mean manner.

to my friends in the fandom, i love you all dearly. you have been nothing but kind and supportive of literally everyone and for that i will always be grateful. i’m glad to have you in my life.

to people who were my friends, or left the fandom, i love you all too. i’m lucky to have made such lovely connections, no matter what.

i’m not entirely sure why i’m writing this. i suppose i just want to go back to how things were for everyone back over the summer. a fun, lighthearted, stupid good time. i’m not naïve enough to think this will completely change what’s happening, but i hope this reaches at least a few people.

can we please do better? for the sake of everyone, can we try to be better?

[penvisions]

the melting point {chapter 3}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: Your triggers have successfully complicated your life, once again. Something you had hoped would be easier to deal with upon moving. You try to pick up the pieces after the fact. 

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: breach of professionalism on benny’s part, flirting, mentions of past depression, description of reader to establish future plot points, soft touches that ignite the soul 

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“Hello?”

“Um, yes. Hi, hello. I have this number down as the emergency contact for…” Benny scrambled to search your gym profile for your last name and paired it with your first.

“Is she okay?” The man’s voice on the other side of the line was rushed, worry flooding through the receiver of the gym phone.

“I’m not entirely sure, I’m the owner of Brass Knuckles, it’s gym here in Florida. She’s been a daily visitor for the last 6 months, same time every day. But it’s been a week since she’s been in.”

“Benny? Ben Miller?” The voice seemed to breath a sigh of relief. “I thought this was going to be a call from a hospital…”

“She’s more than just a patron, sir. I’ve been on good speaking terms with her and she always brings us stuff from the bakery, we just,” Now it was Benny’s turn to sigh. “We just want to know that she’s okay, she was supposed to meet us for drinks this past Friday but never showed up, even after an ‘on my way’ message.”

“Last Friday?”

“Yes, sir.”

“This time of year is tough for her, if I hadn’t been so wrapped up with my kid, I would’ve flown out to be with her. She…probably wouldn’t want me to tell you what’s going on, but you seem genuine enough and she’s told me about you and your friends in passing.”

“Tough time of year?”

“She’s a retired EMT, Benny.”

“Oh. Oh! Oh no.” Benny may be a little naïve sometimes when it came to social cues but he knew that you were too young to have retired from something that took years and schooling to get accomplished such as EMT, medical work. “Say no more, really, if she wants to share the details with us, then we’ll wait until she’s ready.”

“You’re a good man, Benny. She’s gushed about you before, says you’re always nice to her and that even though she declines, you always make her offers to hang out and even if she doesn’t say it, she really does appreciate it. It’s…just hard for her to be around people and out in crowds sometimes.”

“Has she at least opened the bakery within the last week?”

“No, sir, she hasn’t. It’s been dark since I checked on her after the weekend. I’ve rerouted my way home to check everyday since.”

“Shit, okay. She’s been responding fine, short but fine. Let me see if I can rearrange some stuff and get out there.”

“I can also reach out in a more concrete way, if you think it will help. My friends and I…we’re retired military. So we get the whole overwhelmed with a past life thing. I’ve been debating calling her or the shop, but didn’t want to breach professionally anymore than I already had, this was, I’m very sorry but a breach enough in itself.”

“No, no. I really do appreciate you reaching out, she’s a good girl, she just gets lost in her head sometimes and shuts down. I think that’s why she moved, to try and get a better handle on it. Get some space from the things around town that triggered her.”

“Okay, I totally understand. Do you think flowers would be over the line, the guys and I want her to know that we’re here for her and we aren’t mad.”

“I think flowers would be perfect, she loves chrysanthemums.”

“I’ll order some and let the guys sign the card, I’ll drop them off tonight after I close up.”

“Thank you, really. You’re a good friend, she needs those.”

-

Frankie had no idea how he ended up parking along the street in front of your bakery with a vase of beautiful white flowers. He had gotten the text of Benny’s plan in the group chat. Explaining briefly that he had reached out to your emergency contact and had come to find out you were just as damaged as the rest of them. Everyone was quick to agree to the flower idea, everyone showing up around close with the intent to sign the card for you. Living the closest to you, Frankie had been volunteered to be the delivery boy. He hadn’t argued but he did feel out of place. He didn’t even know you as much as the others, but he wanted to…

He had been so worried his added presence had turned you off from the bar that night last week. He wasn’t happy with the real reason but he was grateful he wasn’t the cause of your trepidation. Sighing, Frankie glanced at the card one more time, he hadn’t figured out what little blurb to say and had just opted to sign his name with a smiley face. It looked a little funny but it was cute, he thought.

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, someone was walking about in the bakery behind the counter, the lights having been flickered on. With a nervous huff, Frankie carefully picked up the vase and got out of his truck. He knocked on the front door, the closed sign in his face making him feel like a fool, but he had seen you inside, he was sure of it. The slight smell of something sweet decorated the air.

He watched as your head popped up from where you must’ve been crouched behind the counter, your brows knit together in confusion. Then a blush when your eyes met his own through the glass. You stood, running your hands down the black apron that was over a simple outfit of black jeans and a dark heather gray ribbed tank top, the cut of it showing the tattoos that decorated your arms. He had been so distracted by your expression last time that he hadn’t noticed them. He took in the plants you had on each shoulder / collarbone, symmetrical in their placement and design. Others made up loose sleeves on your arms, some bare patches making him wonder what you were going to fill them up with.

You walked slowly to the door, a small hesitant wave letting him know you recognized him. You reached up to tighten the bun that piled all your hair atop your head before reached to unlock the door.

“Well, hi there.” Your voice was quiet, but you didn’t run away from him so he felt a little like he was floating on air.

“Hi.” He cleared his throat as he inclined his head in a silent question. When you stepped aside, he walked over the threshold and into the shop. He heard you click the lock back into place as he looked around. You had one large display case by the register at the back of the space, two shelving units off to the right from the door with jars and other things he couldn’t make out. There were three small, but comfy tables on the left and a squishy leather couch with a coffee table facing the shelving.

“We uh, wanted to let you know we were thinkin’ of you. We got you flowers. Taylor said they were your favorite?” Frankie held out the vase to you when he turned back around from his exploration of the space. Your eyes held a caution he was all too familiar with.

“He told me Benny called him, said to not mess up the chance at making some good friends down here.”

You reached out for the vase, your fingers brushing Frankie’s and you both felt the tingles of contact. You closed your eyes as you brought them up to sniff. The motion allowed Frankie to see the dark circles under your eyes, the way your freckles were darker on your muted skin, you didn’t look like you had been outside since he last saw you. He felt heat rise up his face as he watched the same rise up yours, a shy smile gracing your features.

“Are you busy right now?”

“Me? Oh, um…” Frankie thought of how his mom was watching over his daughter, it was summer so she was out of school and had been scooped up from daycare a few hours ago. The drive wasn’t too far, on the other side of town, which he had reminded the guys of when he had been volunteered to come here on his way. But now he didn’t regret the task at all, your presence was calming even if he was the one who was supposed to be offering support right now. “Let me make a call real quick?”

“Oh, that’s okay. I shouldn’t have been so forward, we barely know each other…” You broke away from his gaze, looking down at the ground and then toward the back of the shop.

“I don’t mind!” He rushed to say, hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. He was sure what he said next would break the spell regardless. Women were always thrown off by the single dad revelation, he was sure this wouldn’t be any different. “I just have to check in with my mom, she’s watching my daughter for me.”

“Oh! Don’t let me steal you away from that. I didn’t have anything in mind, just…wanted to see if you were interested in helping with the batch of cookies I just started. But it’s totally okay, I get it, kids are the priority and I didn’t realize you were already spoken for.” You hastily walked away from him, going to the register counter and setting the vase down. You wouldn’t look at him. You were so embarrassed, of course Frankie had a wife and a kid. Off limits, with a family he had to get home to.

“No, wait. No. I’m not married. Lex’s mother took off on us a few years after she was born.” He followed you and placed a hesitant hand on your shoulder. Your skin was so soft underneath his fingers, the tattoos begging to be traced and explored. “Just give me a second and I’ll be right back.”

“Take the room, no need to go back out in the heat. I’ll be in the kitchen.” You picked the vase back up and with another shy smile you disappeared behind swinging door that led to the back of the space behind the counter.

After a quick call asking if everyone was alright and if it would be okay for him to come fetch Lex after dinner and bath time. His mother had insisted that Lex stay the night if he had plans, something he seldom had. She bid him a good time with a smile in her voice and a promise to send a goodnight video once bath time was over. Frankie took a second to collect himself, he glanced down at his dirty clothing, self-conscious of the oil and grime that stained him. He had gone straight to Brass Knuckles after his shift at the mechanic shop he worked part time at. He wished he could take a shower and look nicer for you.

He felt all of his troubles melt away when he pushed the swinging door to enter the kitchen, the sight of you rolling out a large sheet of what looked like sugar cookie dough on a floured counter surface. Your arms were toned, he noted, the muscles moving with practiced ease as you rolled it out to the thinness you wanted. When you looked up, a small smile on your face he felt his heart thump loudly in his chest.

“Alright, you’ve officially stolen me.” He tossed you a playful wink, loving the way your cheeks flushed at his boldness. “What would you like me to do?”

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