#I’m actually babbling here but I’m frustrated ok I can’t help it!

[jaekyungsrustyattitude]

[desireness]

Wants & Needs [Sasha x f!reader] 16+

-cw: au, praising, oral sex, thigh riding, fingering, wlw, slight choking, dom! reader, sub! sasha

sneak peak: You’ve had attraction for your friend Sasha for a very long time. What will happen when she calls, begging you to hangout? Especially when she confesses that she’s been so horny lately..

notes: Been having sasha brain rot recently so here’s this. Sasha is just *chefs kiss*. Enjoy.

You open your eyes to the sound of your ringtone going off on your phone. You search around for your phone on your bedside table without even looking, too tired to bother. You briefly look at your phone’s screen to check who’s calling you.

“Sasha, what the fuck do you want?” you ask annoyed.

“Were you already sleeping? what are you? a fucking grandma?” she snorts.

“yea, i’m hanging up”

“NO WAIT”

Sasha goes on to talk about how she’s sorry for waking you up and babbles about other irrelevant things. She could be so annoying sometimes but you love that about her.

“Okay, why did you actually call?” you ask rubbing the tiredness away from your eyes.

“i’m bored... and hungry. Please bring food and come hangout with me” she whines over the phone.

You hesitate at first, wanting to sleep more but also not wanting to let her down. Plus, you forgot to eat dinner before bed anyways so why not?

“Fuck it, fine. You owe me though.” You say before hanging up.

You sigh, throwing your phone on the bed. You get out of your bed, quickly missing the warmth and comfort it provided. A chill washes over your skin as you’re exposed to the cold air of your room. You go to put on a warm hoodie and decide to keep your comfy sweatpants on. You quickly grab your car keys and your phone, taking one last glance in the mirror before heading towards the parking lot of your apartment complex. Your hair was messy and disheveled, but you could care less. You were just going to see Sasha anyways.

On your way to her apartment, you stop at Sasha’s favorite fast food restaurant to get dinner for you both. The drive there was short, only about ten minutes. As you arrived you texted her, “here.”

She didn’t reply, which was quite strange. She’s usually fast at replying, especially when there is food involved. As you reach her apartment door, you type in the passcode and walk right in like you normally do. You walked into the kitchen and set the bag of food on the counter.

“Sasha?” you called out. No answer.

You walk towards her bedroom, opening the door that was already cracked open. There she was, cuddled up in her blankets, sleeping. “For fuck’s sake.” You said under your breath.

Sasha looks so pretty with her hair down and sprawled out on her pillow. You had always noticed how attractive she was. Sometimes staring a little too long at her face or especially, her lips. Her skin is so gorgeous and bright. You often find your touches on her skin lingering too long or your eyes wandering over her body whenever she changed in front of you. She was perfect and it often made your head so full of her. Wondering was it was like to touch her, kiss her, taste her, pleasure her.

You realized these actions weren’t normal for regular friends, you’ve known that for awhile so you never acted on them in fear that she might push you away. Plus, it’s not like you’ve ever really had the chance, she’s always been with some guy. They were all trash and the relationship often didn’t last long but still, it frustrated you. She deserves better, no, the best. You’ve heard all of her sex stories and how they never seem to truly satisfy her. You knew you could be the one to do that for her, make her feel so good. Sometimes you day dream about filling her up with your fingers and having her scream your name. You get wet just thinking about it. If only you had the chance.

You move some hair out of her sleepy face, admiring her for a few more seconds before softly shaking her awake. “Sash, wake up I brought food.” You say sweetly.

Sasha’s eyes flutter open and she sits up, yawning and stretching.

“Ahh shit, sorry for falling asleep. Thanks for coming.” She softly smiles at you making you flash a smile back. " ‘s ok”

You’re sitting in front of her, watching her grab her phone and look at the time. 12:23 A.M. She’s wearing an oversized t-shirt, exposing her plush thighs to you. You rub your thighs together to help ease the tension. You could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra and probably wearing some cute lace panties as well. It’s driving you crazy, you want to feel her so badly.

Sasha lays back on her bed with a groan. You ask her what’s wrong and she replies “i’ve been so fucking horny lately and nico’s been busy so I can’t even call him up. It’s so annoying.” She sighs. This only made you crave her more, trying so hard to push your desires away. “Maybe I should buy a new vibrator or something to keep me company.” She laughs. You smiled but didn’t think it was funny. She didn’t need a vibrator or anything else. What she needed was you.

“Anyways, where’s the food?” She asks eagerly.

“In the kitchen...” You trail off looking at the small bit of drool placed on the corner of her mouth. You take your thumb and wipe it away, your touch lingering a little too long on her lips. All Sasha did was giggle.

Before Sasha could say anything, you place your lips on hers, holding her chin between your thumb and your pointer. You kiss her softly, afraid to scare her off by being too aggressive at first. Sasha’s eyes are wide open, slowly processing the scene before her. You continue to move your lips against hers but you quickly realize she isn’t doing the same. You take this as a hint that she is uncomfortable, parting away from her lips. Not even a second after you broke the kiss, Sasha leaned back in to put her lips on yours. Her hands are on both sides of your cheeks, cupping your face.

Your lips move in synch with hers, relishing in each other’s taste. You want to memorize what she tastes like, you aren’t in any hurry. Your mind is fuzzy as you run your tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entrance. She quickly abides slightly opening up her mouth so your tongue could slide in. Your tongues intertwine, pulling a sweet moan from her mouth into yours. Your cunt clenches in response. It’s your first time hearing her pretty voice like that, all whiny and submissive. It was all because of you. You briefly came back to your senses, pulling away from her lips.

She is slightly panting, lips glossy from the kiss. She looks so sensual right now. “What about niccolo?” you say, slightly averting your eyes so your not tempted to throw her on the bed and fuck her right there, not caring about her feelings. “We’re not exclusive or anything.” She grabs the hem of your shirt, nervously playing with it between her fingers. “So don’t stop, please.” She’s blushing, eyes meeting yours. That’s all you needed to hear from her, a sign that she wants you to keep making her feel good.

You take no time reattaching your lips with hers, placing your hands on her waist to pull her onto your lap. You take your time to pepper sweet kisses from her lips to her jaw then to her neck. Taking the skin of her neck between your teeth while she hisses at the sting, gripping your shoulders roughly. You use the pad of your tongue to ease the sting, tasting her skin. It wasn’t hard for you to find her sweet spot. You suck and kiss her skin, making her an aroused mess on top of your lap. You creep your hands underneath her shirt, feeling the sides of her waist and ribs, while just brushing against the underside of her breasts. You can tell she’s getting impatient from the way she’s letting out small desperate gasps at your touches. You like seeing what a mess she is for you. You can feel the goosebumps on her skin as you feel around underneath her shirt. You give her jaw one last kiss before you pull away to grab ahold of the hem of her shirt. You shoot her a glance of permission and she quickly nods.

One you slide the shirt up and over, her breasts bounce down on full display for you to see. You can only mutter “fuck” at the sight before you. You had seen Sasha barely clothed before but never like this. You’ve never seen this sight knowing you had full control over it. Your eyes wander over her body being completely topless, only some cute lace underwear covering her cunt. “You’re so gorgeous, baby.” you say grasping her breasts in your hands. Sasha moans in response, loving the way you praise her.

You eagerly attach your mouth to her breast, finding the nipple with ease. She immediately whines at the contact. You suck on one breast and palm at the other, making her fingers intertwine with your hair and slightly tug on it when you nip and roll at her nipples. Her breasts are the prettiest you’ve ever seen. Perfectly round and perky, god she’s amazing. You feel her start to grind on top of you, trying to relieve the growing ache between her legs. That only makes you want her more.

“Ride my thigh, baby.” You whisper in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. You grasp her ass and her hips with your hands and guide her body over yours. Helping her ride you while your face is buried in her tits. She gasps at the sudden contact, burying her face into your neck. Her breasts practically bounce in your mouth as she moves back and forth. She nibbles and bites on your neck, trying to handle the overall pleasure of it all. You can tell she’s getting close by the way she’s whining in your ear, hands grasping your shoulders tightly.

All of a sudden you grab her hips harshly, stopping her from making anymore movement. She whimpers at the loss of contact, making you smile as you leave a sweet kiss on her shoulder. You look up at her, grasping her jaw and giving her a light kiss. Your fingers find her wet clothed cunt, making her gasp into your mouth. She whines loudly as soon as your fingers start to circle her clit. You moan in response into her mouth, lapping your tongues sloppily.

She lets out a desperate muffled, “please” into your neck. “Please what? hmm?” you purr bringing her face to look at yours. Her face is a flushed mess and her lips are slightly swollen, making you feel proud of yourself knowing you caused it. Sasha grabs your your other hand that is on her ass and places it near her cunt. “Your fingers, need them so bad.” She pleas. You hum in response, bringing your fingers up to your lips, not hers. You want her to watch you make them wet, so that it’s engraved her mind. You swirl your tongue around your fingers, making wet and sloppy sounds. Sasha watches eagerly, letting out a needy moan. You remove your fingers, leaving a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to your fingers.

Sasha stands up, removes her panties, and sits her pretty ass right back on your lap. You move your fingers down to her folds and softly run through them. Sasha let’s out a small gasp as your fingers reach down to find her slit, teasing the entrance. “Shit, you’re so wet. All this for me?” She nods in agreement with a breathy moan.

You insert your two fingers inside her, painfully slow. She clenches down hard and squeezes her eyes shut. You want her to feel every part of your fingers, want her to remember this feeling. “Feels so good inside me.” She says sweetly, making you pump your fingers inside her just to hear more of her sweet voice. She rides your fingers as you pump them into her at the same time. She throws her head back in pleasure, giving you perfect access to her neck. She cries out your name as you kiss and suck on her sweet spot while filling her up. You grip her ass hard, helping her move up and down on your now soaked fingers. Her walls are so squishy and wet, making you fuck her with your fingers ruthlessly. She repeatedly lets out loud high pitched moans. You’re soaked at this point, all aroused because of her pleasure.

“Am close, you’re filling me up so good!” She cries out. Her words go straight to your cunt and you increase the speed of your fingers, using your thumb to circle her clit at the same time. The erotic sounds of her wetness and her moans fill the room, leaving you so satisfied. Her tits are flying up and down as she rides you faster and you take a mental screenshot to remember this sight forever. “Who’s making you feel good hm? Who’s the one that’s pleasuring you the way no one ever has?” You groan. Your free hand finds it’s place around her neck, squeezing ever so slightly. “You are! It’s all you!” She sobs. The coil in her stomach has reached it’s max and is ready to snap. “Fuck, good girl.” You grunt grabbing her jaw and pulling it forward so your faces are inches away. “Now come for me, pretty.” And she does, practically screaming your name as she cums around your fingers.

She collapses onto your shoulder, panting into your neck. You rub soft circles on her clit to help her come down from her high. You pull your fingers out gently and place them in your mouth to clean them off. She tastes so sweet and saccharine, you can’t help but want to clean her off with your tongue. You whisper sweet praises to her, telling her how amazing she did. She nuzzles into your neck, leaving soft kisses as a thank you.

She hops off of your lap, laying down on the bed. You take no time to pull your sweatpants and panties down. You are so wet, you couldn’t just leave yourself like this. Sasha stares at the ceiling, unaware of your actions until you climb on top of her, cunt hovering over her breasts. She lifts her head up slightly with a confused expression on her face but blushes at the sight of your bare and soaked count. You slightly drag you cunt over her breasts as you grab the back of her head and say “Remember how you said you were hungry? Now eat.”

You practically shove her face into your pussy and she complies. Kissing and kitten-licking your folds at first, making you satisfyingly sigh. She grabs onto the back of your thighs, pushing you closer. You’re basically sitting on her face now. She finally starts to lap her tongue on your clit, making you grip her hair hard. You let out a series of satisfied, loud moans making Sasha whine into your cunt. You praise her for her good work. “such a good girl for me, gonna make me cum, baby?” She pulls away to nod at you before placing her tongue on your pussy again.

She sucks on your clit repeatedly, making your hips slowly ride her face. You do your best not to crush her face in the process. Her tongue feels so good and you love having this power of her. You love quite literally sitting on her face while she submits to all of your requests. She slips her tongue into your dripping hole, making you groan as your throw your head back. You continue riding her face as the room fills with wet sounds from her tongue slipping in and out of you.

It all starts to become too much for you, making your legs twitch and shake. Sasha pulls away for a second. “Want you to cum” She pleas looking up at you, teasing your clit with her tongue. She looks so cute with her begging eyes. You hum in response, grabbing the back of her head. “Since you’ve been very compliant, i’ll allow it.” You stroke the side of her mouth before entering two of your fingers inside. You collect her saliva and your own juices with your fingers, making her pleasantly sigh in response. You bring your fingers out of her mouth and place them on your tongue. “Make mommy cum.”

You shove her face right back where it belongs, earning a gasp from her. She flicks her tongue on your clit at a rapid speed which makes you a moaning mess. You moan over and over again as her tongue reaches all the right places. Her tongue switches between your hole and clit, making you see stars. Your legs start to shake and your breathe picks up. You can feel yourself about to cum by the way your stomach and pussy tingles, sending you into pure euphoria. Sasha focuses on your clit, flicking her tongue ruthlessly to help your reach your high. Your orgasm washed over you with a loud high pitched moan, making your mouth into a perfect O shape. You cum all over Sasha’s face.

She circles your clit with her tongue to help you come down from your high, cleaning all of your release off your pussy and thighs with her tongue. You come back to your senses and remove yourself from her grasp. You both lay there for a couple of minutes, processing everything that just occurred. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that you just fucked Sasha better than anyone else ever has. All Sasha could say was “wow” and giggle. You laughed along with her, pushing her hair out of her face.

All of a sudden, Sasha’s phone rings. You grab it, seeing Niccolo’s name on the screen and hand it to her. You can slightly hear Niccolo tell her he’s free tonight if she wants. You kiss her shoulder sweetly, waiting for her response. “I’ll pass, i’m pretty content at the moment.” She smiles at you and hangs up on him.

She gives you a quick peck before heading off towards the kitchen. She looks back at you with a cute smile before leaving the room. “Thanks for two meals tonight, by the way.”

[searenbound]

I have work in an hour and I'm not even out if bed because the babies fell asleep on me and my husband has just fallen asleep after being at work till 2am but ye.

Sugar daddy Bakugou most definitely is soft for you but he loves to see you cry so he makes you cry happy tears.

You were talking about wanting another animal when you to bed that night the little fluffy ball laying right there. It makes you cry and he gets hard sliding into bed after you let the fluff ball down or out it in its cage he'll pull you close "Now don't you think something like that deserves a proper thank you"

Of course something Bakugou loves is the fact that even though he's your sugar daddy and you thank him in many ways you always hug him and say thank you but he can tell it's genuine it's not for show or to make you seem more grateful he loves it about you.

You two were walking down the street he was on the phone and he stopped talking quietly you were by his side holding his hand. When he hangs up he says "Sorry baby, let's go now yea" "Mhm" you smile "Don't worry about it" he says "How about since your nails are starting to chip you take this" he pulls out his wallet handing you his card "Treat yourself your hair your nails new outfits whatever you want then when you come home I can have a show because I should be done"

You ask if your best friend can tag along so your not alone and he nods kissing your head a car pulls up within 2 minutes and with in 5 you and your best friend are at your destination.

When you eventually get home he was sat in just a pair of sweats obviously just done with working out. He walk in wrapping your arms around him from behind kissing him softly "Stay right there i'll show you everything now"

Yea I need to go to work now so that's all maybe I'll add later xx

The first time I tried to answer this tumblr crashed then my own fur baby decided I wasn’t allowed to pay attention to anything but her and she’s very persuasive.

Anyways

I’m sitting here thinking about how much secret research and setting up he did to find the perfect fluffy friend for his baby. The pride he feels when they start to ask if he actually got them a new pet and hugging and snuggling the precious little thing while thanking him and trying to keep from babbling and crying too much.

When they settle down and let get in bed he ends up pulling them onto his lap, because yes they’re genuine thank you and loving gaze is enough for him emotionally, by a certain part of him needs a little more than that.

Ok I’m gonna have to come back to this because my mom needs help with something and I don’t want to lose my train of thought

*EDIT* ok I’m back now let’s continue

I think that he’d actually be really gentle with them in these situations. Wanting nothing more then to give them a reason to be so appreciative and show just how attentive to them he is.

It’d be so easy for him to be selfish greedy lover and get all he can form them, but despite his general crude attitude he’s incredibly generous and affectionate with them. He swears he lives off making them happy

And when he sends them shopping alone he’s so frustrated he can’t go with because he likes the experience of watching them trying stuff out for him and getting to pick stuff out for them.

But having them come home done to the nines knowing he’ll be ruining that pretty face later and messed up their neatly done her later does things to him.

They’re tell him all about and how they had so much fun with their best friend but they missed him so much and can wait until he sees everything they picked out.

He’s absolutely enamored about and already mentally planning dates that would be good to wear them to when they come out in the last thing. Lingerie was his hero suit’s colors and if he hasn’t ruined them for anyone else yet he’s gonna now. They’re gonna walk around with a little limp and a goofy smile for days after.

No one’s told them to buy that set and they went and did it just because they wanted to? Somehow he’s never felt more appreciated and loved than now

[pufflocks]

Ok ok lady kuroo oneeeeee..

Kuroo fucking bottom male y/n in the school bathroom by pressing y/n again a wall and just fucking his brains out

Summary: Skipping with your boyfriend sounds fun. Right ? You were being rather bratty during lunch.. Maybe some discipline in those dirty stalls would whip you up straight. ♡

"-Come on, speak up. You were just saying how you'd much rather be doing something else." -T.K ❣

An: Please excuse errors. I most definitely rushed this out my drafts.

Warning: Degrading • Dacryphilia • Minor Gagging • Minor Slapping • proof read

Cast: Bottom!M!Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

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It was lunch time. Or passing time some others call it as for some people would play on their devices or talk to their friends.

That's exactly what you were doing earlier, you decided to drag out the topic of how you think your boyfriend is just so protective in your conversation.

"Sometimes I wanna fuckin' breath-"

That's what you said, no ?

You were sitting next to and telling this to your boyfriends bestfriend, Kenma. He however just gave a light sigh saying something how could he help. Fingers diddling with his switch frantically. He obviously wasn't much help in situations like this, you know, but your mind was side tracked with your boyfriends glare.

'Hm..'

He was eyeing you down word for word as he silently watched you across your guys' table with your friends.

Watching you move shy hair strands from his bestfriends face and giving Kenma tips on his game. Not tha you had any particular idea in the game.

Why are trying so hard to be buddy buddy with him ? If you didn't even interest Kenma in any sexual form or other.

Tetsurou most definitely wouldn't let this just go by easily.

Lev only looked at his friend beside him then back at you in awe.

Yaku on the other hand had his eyes darted in his lap to his phone. No need to be in this conversation.

'Did he actually say that-?' He thought.

The chopsticks in Kuroos hand slipped from his fingertips as he chuckled under his breath. He didn't think you were this fucking down bad to get some dick.

All you really had to do was just ask. How fucking hard could that task be ? Could have easily fuck after school or at one of your guys' house. Gladly.

No doubt you would be coming back to this table with a dazed expression.

"Meet me in the bathroom, bubs." He whispered to you as he got up from his seat his dark aura following him out of the lunch room doors.

Yaku rose his head from his lap as his eyes darted your way, in disbelief, you were giggling happily as if you weren't about to get folded in half.

You got up from your seat leaving your barely eaten meal and two stunned friends, and one who's eyes were glued to his switch.

'Which one did he go to-' Thought unable to finish as you got pulled into a hard warm chest of someone you could only guess your lover.

You sensed his tense form as you shyly looked up to his face to only be met with dark pools of jealousy known as his eyes.

A shiver transferred to your head all the way down to your toes as a boner slowly began to form in your pants. Even when he was jealous and frustrated he could always be seen getting flat out drunk on his cat like existence alone.

And right now all you wanted from his noir existence was a dead. Good. Fucking.

"There something on my face or something ? Or are you imagining me as my bestfriend instead of me ? Your fucking boyfriend."

His words felt cold with a tinge of heated anger. He couldn't be truthfully angry at you could he ?

The only response he got from you was a shy shake of your head 'no'.

Gotta play like you didn't want your arse pounded like a dog in heat just a second ago.

You thought about your next moves as your pants got tighter by the second and your now playful and mischievous boyfriend glared down at your form.

'Ah–'

Not all the time did you see the man get hot and bothered up front like this, not in school at least.

Close within eachother faces, hot tension in the air. The heat coming off his body specifically was close to a bonfire in the summer, and you were his slightly charred marshmallow being close to the heat.

Melting into something deliciously horny.

" 'M just horny 'n wanna be fucked really hard today-" You whined. Never being the one to exactly whine and beg, but the last time you masturbated was about half a month ago !

It wasn't your fault he was so busy and such with volleyball though. He msdevsyre to have time for you every so often. Outside and inside of school he was the best boyfriend.

"Oh. Didn't notice you were so greedy. Why not ask me after school ?" He bluntly stated. Funny his he asked this and your erection is straining against fabric as you speak.

You tugged on the bottom of his uniform catching him off guard slightly. "If you don't fuck me right now, Tetsuro Kuroo I might just consider getting with Kenma !" You barked.

Tetsurou only smirked like the mischievous damn cat he was.

Leaning closer down to your face, "Alright then. When we get back from the stalls, I dont wanna here a word about the cum leaking out of your abused ass." He whispered for your ears only as he flicked a slightly erect nipple outside of your school flannel shirt.

¤ y.p.o.v ¤

"Yes, yes." I mumbled. My nipples were being stupidly played with.

"Bathroom.." I said. He only nodded, retreating his hands.

Making our way down to the bathroom was audibly quiet. Only our footsteps being heard throughout the silent halls.

My eyes skimmed his posture and tall stature as I noticed his bulge. Soon enough it was going to be forcefully filling me in some dirty stall.

I look up at Tetsu and see his unusual stoic face fall into something familiarly mischievous as he caught on to me.

The sexual appeal and aura was never lost as we made our destination. Thankfully, we made it to the bathrooms without me jumping on him right there and then.

"We're here and let's hurry this up, pretty boy. I dont feel like getting in trouble for fucking you between classes again." He stated. I only scoffed and chuckled lightly.

At this point I dont care if we skipped a few minutes just to fuck. Did it once, I'm sure we wouldn't get caught twice.

Walking in the bathrooms, the first thing I do is pull him down for a kiss. Reminding him that I'm still feeling it.

He chuckled in the kiss. Wrapping his rather long arms around my waist, picking me up as I tossed my legs over his waist. His muscular body holding me up as if I weighed like air.

"Bubs.. About fucking you into these stalls. You know why I'm gonna go rough right," I nodded slowly. Giving him a few small hickies on his neck.

Faking my innocence for a better fuck is always worth while. He took that as a thumbs up as he once again let out that noir chuckle of his.

"That's good to know babes~"

Further movements were heated skin to skin touches and kitten licks and bites of each other. Some movements pornos could never mimic.

His calloused fingers gripping my throat, forcing eye contact as he smirked on how wrecked I already looked. I would say it was embarrassing if my mind wasn't attracted to his knee gliding across my tight pant front.

"Looks like you need to get that attitude fucked out of you from earlier, hm ?"

My mind barely focusing on his wolfish voice as he licked a long strong underside of my jaw, making me visibly shake and quiver slightly. The contact we shared in this cramped stall has me gasping for air the more I think of someone barging in. Any second I could literally bust thinking of how he would fuck me harder, the two pairs of feet on ther other side of the stall merely nonexistent to us.

"Tetsu please- I want it really bad~ I was bad wasnt I ?" I was becoming desperate as I slithered my hand down to his own very visible, erection.

He groaned lightly before chuckling and kissing me once more. I know he knows that my actions with his bestfriend weren't intentionally to hurt him, but what if I had fucked his bestfriend-

My thought was intruded as he flipped me over the stall door and shucking my pants off my body. Doing the exact same to his own as he harshly pushed into me.

I choke out a long groan of surprise as he held me against his clothed chest. "Ah-! Wait Tetsu!~" I was hushed by long fingers. Poking and prodding on my tongue to my throat.

He whispered in my ear, "Shh, now what if we get caught and I get in trouble for fucking you ?~", nibbling on my earlobe tantalizingly slow.

Hot breath we shared as his dick ushered in and out of my puckered hole. Minding you that we had no lube so the burn of him dragging himself in and out of me was a blinding pain.

My hands made attempt of pushing him away. Drool just at the corner of my mouth, fingers still at work.

He got the idea, pulled out to the tip, and lazily drooled on his shaft. His shape successfully returning to it's desired place.

"Can't have you hurting too bad. Even though this is a well deserved punishment~" He smirked at his own comment.

Right. I got myself in this situation and every second of it I loved. So close to the spot aswell-

"NGH–! Hah~ Shit Tetsu~ Right- Right thereee~!!" I shut my eyes closed tightly. My dick dripped precum as every few thrusts directed to my prostate.

"I found your spot, hm ?~ My baby finna cum soon ?~ Want me to jack you off or should I not, keep in mind your not off the hook, love.~" He mocked as his hands gripped my left leg, sandwiching between the stall door and my lover.

His other hand on my dick refusing of ejaculation. The new angle and pressure on my cock making my head fall back.

God I felt like I was going dumb and on his dick !

"PLEASE— I NEE- AH!~ I NEEF TO CUHM!~" I babbled. I doubt he heard me clearly though

Tetsu spat in his hand as his hand rapidly started to glide across my shaft. The slick palm feeling heavenly on my member. It was all so overwhelming !

Drool finally making it's way down my chin and hicked up throat.

"Bubs- Fuck-! Babe I'm finna cum in this sweet ass. Better keep in too~ Let Kenma and everyone else know you have a boyfriend~" He grunted near my ear as I frantically nodded my cockhead probably a pretty red now, completely swollen and wet.

"Cu- Cuhminggg!!~" I slurred as a particular harsh thrust shoved me off the edge and the knot in my stomach grew and snapped.

I felt a gush of his semen flow in my abused hole as he grunted and stilled ministrations. His cock head snug on my sore prostate.

"I- I hope you remember my words from earlier bubs. Wasn' playing." He scoffed as he checked out my blotchy neck and slobber slicked face.

The sight, I'm sure was obscene as he spread my cheeks. Cock head only inserted by the tip in hopes none of his hit substance fell on the bathroom tiles.

"Fuck Y/n.. Do this shit again I might just have to fuck you in front of Kenma~" He said tauntingly, slapping my ass aggressively as I eeked I surprise.

"I'm gonna leave first and you get cleaned up alright ? Don't want people to notice that we fucked like rabbits in the stalls." He said helping me with my clothes back on my body. I was too braindead to do about anything.

" Kiss.." My words coming out slurred. He looked up at me as he was helping me put my slacks on now. Leaning in giving me a long kiss.

My body leaned into his as I dragged my arms around his neck. Humming in satisfaction as I parted the sensually deep contact.

"You're so cute after sex !" He exclaimed as I ruffled his hair giggling now off my high.

He cleaned up after a few more shared pecks and left first as I sat on the toilet for about 6 minutes.

I checked my phone fir the time and I saw that it was nearing the end of the lunch hour.

'Fuck !'

I splashed some water on my face quickly before ushering to my next period. Being early wasn't so bad I suppose.

[ethvn-torchio]

Dom but kind Anakin and virgin reader? Nice and slow and Anakin is equally vocal?

HHSHHSHSSHDHSHDHSDHHSDHS???? OK MISS GIRL NOW IK U TRYNA KILL ME 🥵🥵 DAMN OKAY HERE WE GO

here ya go baebee, have an Anakin x fem! reader blurb 😏 (also taglist at le bottom;0)

warnings: smut (obv), cunnilingus (oh yes bitches, we’re goin there™), p in v sex, unprotected sex, soft!dom anakin

word count: 1238 ;)

Also yay for gifs this time!!

"But you've never-...are you sure? This is totally up to you-" he starts.

"I want this, Ani. I trust you," you say softly.

Anakin kisses you gently as his hands move around you, pulling you close.

The light kiss turns into something more, and you feel his hands move down to your hips. His hands grow more forceful, gripping you tightly.

"You're so gorgeous," he whispers in a deep voice that makes you shiver. Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you. It feels right having him hold you. Anakin's lips move to yours, kissing you deeper. 

He fumbles with the button on your pants, and you can feel his satisfied smile against your lips when he unbuttons the top button. He impatiently undresses you, unfastening your pants and sliding them off into the cold night air. He pulls away from you, peppering kisses from your neck to your torso. He kisses lower, dangerously close to the top of your exposed thigh.

"Please," you whisper.

"Please, what?" he asks, teasingly.

"Could you- I-" you struggle to get your meaning across. Thankfully, it seems as if he knows what you mean. He hooks his fingers in your underwear, sliding it off of you.

His finger circles your entrance, sliding a finger in with ease. “This okay?”

You weren’t a stranger to the sensation of being fingered - you had done it to yourself many times over the years. You were anxious to take it further. “Y-yes. More, please.” you keen.

"You're soaked," he mutters. "All because of me, hmm?" 

"I….I need you to-" you trail off as he curls his finger. 

"What was that, again? You didn't finish your sentence," he smiles wryly.

"M-more, please...I need more," you beg.

"More what?"

He wanted you to say it. You whine in frustration. "I...Maker, more fingers? O-or…" you trail off.

He slides a second finger in easily; curling and pumping them just right. "Or what? Go on, finish your sentence, Angel." He chuckles.

You blank on words for a solid moment there. "...I- you can read minds, I can't describe-!" you arch your back, squeezing your eyes shut as he hits your G-spot.

Anakin says nothing in reply. You can hear him moving, and when you open your eyes you see him between your legs. 

You automatically part your legs for him more to allow him better access.

"So beautiful," he mutters, his voice becoming impossibly low. He presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, kissing the other one next, taking his time.

Finally, he presses a kiss directly on your clit. Your breath hitches.

He drags his tongue along your folds, tasting you. 

You hiss, hands finding their way to his hair, and you accidentally pull on his hair in a silent demand for more, though he doesn’t seem to mind. 

"You taste so good," he says, quickly resuming his exploration.

He plunges his fingers inside your cunt right as he sucks on your clit, and you swear you see stars from that alone. Your back is arched impossibly high, mouth wide open in a silent scream.

You attempt to buck your hips, but nothing happens. Confused, you glance down at Anakin, who has your lower half pinned with the Force. 

Anakin Skywalker was going to be the death of you.

"I- Ani, faster, please," you babble.

You swear you hear him fucking chuckle - and you can feel the vibration. He swirls his tongue on your clit, faster and faster, electric waves of pleasure washing over you.

You clamp around his fingers, the distinct feeling of an orgasm approaching. 

Your breath comes in quickened, frantic breaths. “Ani,” you whimper.

He merely winks at you. Anakin’s fingers move faster, hitting your G-spot every time. 

He sucks on your clit once again, his mouth oh-so-hot and wet. He lightly grazes your clit with his teeth, and that action alone makes you cum, gripping at the sheets and cursing. 

He helps you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, greedily cleaning you with nothing but his tongue.

You pant as you come back to reality, so to speak. Your legs are still shaking.

“You did so good for me, Angel,” he praises. And then he kisses you and you can taste yourself on his lips.

You two begin lazily making out. At some point, he takes his pants off. 

“Are we still…?” You ask.

“That’s totally up to you, baby. Are you feeling up to it?” he asks, sincerely.

Your cheeks redden. “I really want you to…”

“To…?” he prompts.

"Ani...I need..." you trail off.

“Say it, Angel,” Anakin purrs in your ear, fingertips ghosting over your still-oversensitive clit- far too little pressure to actually mean something. “Tell me what you need,”

You ache with need, and your cheeks burn hot with heat. “I...I need you,” you breathe.

“You need my what? "I need you to use your words," Anakin teases, his blue eyes fixed on you. “What do you need?”

"I...please fuck me, Ani," you relent, most of your sense of shame long thrown out the window. "Please, I n-need you to fuck my pussy."

"Good girl," Anakin praises, and you can feel the head of his cock at your entrance.

He pauses, presumably to keep you in suspense because of course, he would, and you’re just about to open your mouth to say something when he slowly, finally, enters you. You moan at the sensation; the delicious stretch. You had expected it to hurt; instead, you feel pleasantly full.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “You s-still with me?” You distantly hear him ask.

You nod, unable to form words at the moment. 

He sets a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts. “I want to hear you, Baby. Use your words.” his voice drops to a near-growl.

You moan, your breath coming out in quick, short puffs. “Yes-!” you whine. “Anakin, yes,” 

His metal hand finds your clit, and the contrast of the cold metal on your hot, aching, oversensitive clit made you clench around him. A strangled noise escapes your lips.

“Say it again. Say my name again,” he demands, and you can feel his breath on your neck, lips occasionally peppering kisses on your shoulder and neck.

You scream his name in reply.

“Fuck. My good girl. So wet for me. You’re- you’re taking me so well,” he murmurs filthy praises in your ear, his thrusts gradually becoming erratic. 

His cool fingers circle your clit, and it doesn’t take long before you’re on the verge of orgasm for the second time today.

He moans your name as you clench around him once again, desperate for his touch.

His fingers circle your clit once again. “Y-you gonna cum again? Cum for me. Go ahead, Angel.” his fingers move at fast pace, rubbing tight circles. 

“Cum,” he says simply, and your body reacts to his command. You cry out his name, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast.

He soon follows, muttering your name, kissing you any and everywhere he can, burying himself inside you.

He rolls off of you, and you quickly snuggle up to him. “Thank you,” you sigh.

“What for?”

“That was...really good.” you blurt. “I- I mean, I really liked it. I want to do it again sometime soon.”

Anakin presses a kiss to your forehead. “Any time, Angel.”

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whoops, i didn’t mean to make this as long as it ended up. it was just gonna b a lil blurb and then i went “pussy eating go brr”. oopsie ;)

taglist ;p

@soveryhowvery @cr-uelsummer @haydens-moles @anakinswhore @anakin-railme @hansonveggieclub @itsmentalillness @passable-talent @missyatrocious and also motherfuckingstargirl10, but she was the one who asked so she got notified anyway.

anyway damnb i really struggled to write the scene where anakin eats pussy and it probably shows won’t lie. like ohmygod i was stuck on the pussyeating scene for like a whole ass day bc i couldn’t figure out how to describe that feeling you get when ur about to cum???? and i’m too stupid to google??

thx for reading tho ;00 rb or comment if you enjoyed ;) and don’t forget requests are open, so send em over babes <3

[your-nerd-is-showing]

AOT Alpha Levi x Omega Reader

Hi I am alive lol just had writers block.... Well still kinda do so this is something I had in the works and just needed a little bit to finish! Enjoy!

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Content: Smut

Warnings: Slight bondage, unprotected sex, knotting, minors not allowed!

“Captain Levi!” Shouts a female voice. “Come on let's go out and have a drink!” The unknown female grabs his arm leading him down the street.

He walks into the bar but still can’t make out her entire face all he can see is long flowing (H/C) hair and beautiful piercing (E/C) eyes.

Suddenly there is an explosion, everything turns black and all Levi can hear is the female’s voice screaming out. “I’ll find you in every lifetime my love I swear it!”

Levi jolted awake from his dream drenched in sweat his breathing was heavy. “The same female in every dream of mine…. It has to mean something…. Could my mate be closer than I think? I have to find her soon…. (Y/N) where could you be?” He sniffed the air. “What's that wonderfully sweet aroma? It’s faint but it smells so good.”

Levi Ackerman thirty years old a very well known Alpha in search of his mate, but not any Omega it has to be her, the girl from his fantasies. The girl he has been with through every life time… (Y/N).

He rolled over and looked at his clock. “It’s only eleven pm?” He growled in frustration as he got up and got dressed. “I’m going to get a damn drink.” Levi headed out the door.

He made his way through the city, suddenly he smelled the same sweet aroma this time even stronger and before he knew it his feet were moving on their own in the direction of the sweet smell. His nose lead him to a bar. “The Moonlight Bar. Tch…. Sounds like a breeding ground for packs…. Not my kind of place.” He turned to leave.

“Levi!”

He whirled around. “Who’s there?” He called into the darkness but no one was around. He looked over to the bar entrance and saw a young female with long flowing (H/C) hair walk into the bar. He sniffed the air. “There's no doubt about it that intoxicating smell is coming from in there.” He rubbed his temples and sighed. “But why here? I remember hearing that this bar is for the black market of our kind and they auction off Omega's to pompous rich bastards that are too lazy to look for their own mates. I would never be caught dead in a place like this…. But against my better judgment….” He sighed again. “I’m going in.”

Hesitantly he walked up to the door and was instantly recognized by the bouncer.

“Ca- uh I-I mean Alpha Levi?” Said a young man with chestnut brown hair and green eyes.

“Tch…. Yes that’s me….” He replied.

The young man just looked at him dumbfounded.

“So are you going to let me in or am I not good enough?”

“S-sorry sir of course you can come in! I just never expected that you would show up here of all places.” Replied the young man as he opened the door for Levi.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Asked Levi.

“He doesn’t remember anything from our past lives? Odd.” The young man thought to himself.

“My name is Eren Jaeger.” He held out his hand to shake Levi's. “I’m a member of your pack actually that’s why I'm so surprised to see you here. You never struck me as the type who would want to buy themselves a wife.”

He shook Eren's hand and got a flashback of him riding on a horse. He was with a group of people, the only faces he could make out were Eren's and now he could finally see the face of his beloved (Y/N).

“Eren I know you from my past life?”

“Yes we served together in the Scouts. It’s good to see you it’s been too long. Come inside there’s a bunch of your friends in here we all work here.” Eren turned to his coworker. “I'll send you out back up ok?”

They went inside the bar, the sweet smell was now overwhelming his senses.

“Hey Eren do you smell that extremely sweet smell?” Levi asked him.

Eren sniffed the air. “No I don’t smell anything. Maybe one of the females is going through her heat cycle right now.” Eren's eyes grew wide.

“What?”

“When an Alpha smells that sweet aroma that means his mate is close! Only Alpha's can smell Omega's heat cycles remember?”

“That's why I’ve been brought here then and I'm guessing because I know you, you know who my mate is.”

“Right you are Levi! And good news she works here with us but isn’t part of our pack, she’s been waiting for you for a long time Levi.”

“Well what are you waiting for? Bring me to her you brat.”

Eren chuckled. “Still the same Levi with your sharp tongue. Okay follow me.” Eren brought Levi to the bar. “Here have a seat I’ll go get her.”

Levi sat down as Eren disappeared through the door to the kitchen.

“Hey Hanji where's (Y/N)? Levi is here for her.”

“She went to the bathroom the poor girl is in heat this one is really bad. She’s going crazy…. Babbling on about some irresistible musky smell. I'm worried about her with all the Alpha's around here.”

“And you let her go to the bathroom by herself!?”

Levi glanced over and saw you go into the bathroom, seconds after you went in a male followed you in. “Tch…. Like hell I’ll let that happen!”

You stumbled into the bathroom dizzy you couldn’t think straight as you collapsed on the sink. “W-what the hell is going on with me? I'm so out of it.” You tried to pull yourself up. “That smell…. That wonderful musky smell its overwhelming….”

“You know girl you really shouldn’t be here when you’re in heat like this.” Said a man from behind you he pushed up against you grabbing at your clothes. “Someone might get the wrong idea Omega…”

“What are you doing to me get off!” You wined out.

“You reek of pheromones you’re just begging to be wrecked by an Alpha!”

“Yea too bad it’s not you!” Shouted Levi as he pulled the Alpha off of you.

“L-Levi!?”

Levi punched the Alpha out with one hit.

Instantly your animal instincts took over and you pounced on Levi tearing at his clothes as you locked lips with him. He broke the kiss. “Seriously (Y/N) here in the bathroom that’s disgusting.”

“Levi!” You squeaked out as you grabbed his hand shoving it between your legs so he could feel how wet you were. “I honestly can’t help it my-my body is moving on its own. Please h-help relieve me, I've been waiting so long for you my love…. I've endured many lonely painful heat cycles without you…. I'm begging you.” You locked the bathroom door and pulled Levi's pants down taking his member in your mouth.

“Ung.” Grunted Levi his animal instincts getting the better of him. “O-okay (Y/N) quickly then I am taking you back to my apartment.” He pulled you off his member and pushed you up against the wall without a second thought you wrapped your legs around his waist. He moved your panties to the side and slipped in instantly giving you relief.

“Oooooooh L-Leviiiiiii!” You howled out as he went deep inside you.

He held your hips and thrusted deeper into you making you soak the floor.

You grabbed his head and attacked his lips kissing him passionately as you moaned into his mouth while he pounded into you.

Suddenly he stopped. “No we can’t do this here (Y/N)…. Our first time can’t be in the bathroom. You've heard how it gets the first time an Alpha and Omega mate.” He pulled himself together along with you.

“Levi!” You wined out as you tugged at his shirt.

“Behave brat.” He said as he carried you out of the bathroom. “If I have to keep my composure so do you.” He let you down instantly you clung to him.

All eyes were on the two of you as you made your way out of the bar another Alpha twice the size of Levi was stupid enough to try and come between you and him.

“Hey beautiful.” He reached out his hand to you. “Why don’t you leave this scrawny bastard and get with a real Alpha!” He boasted.

You growled as the Alpha tried to touch you, Levi broke his hand.

“How dare you try and lay your filthy paws on my Mate!” He snarled as he broke his other hand. “Let this be a lesson to anyone who underestimates me!” He kicked the Alpha breaking his ribs.

Levi ran out the door carrying you, with each second passing it was getting harder and harder to control himself. He groaned out in discomfort as he felt his member become unbearably painful. Your pheromones were driving him up the wall as your sweet secretions leaked all over his arm and pants. He started to run faster through the city and before you knew it he was busting down his door tearing your clothes off.

He threw you onto the bed and attacked your soaking core like a feral animal, lapping up the sweet juices dripping out of you. He growled as he dove deeper into you nibbling your clit.

“Ah-ahhhh L-Leviiiiii!” You cried out in pleasure as he bit your inner thighs marking you.

“At long last, you’re finally mine (Y/N).” He kissed your abdomen before diving back in attacking your clit once more instantly making you squirt.

Wildly you thrashed at every little touch as he ate you out. “L-Le-Leviiiii!” You howled out as he slowly dragged his tongue along your clit.

With every passing minute, Levi's animal instincts were becoming harder and harder to suppress. “F-fuck (Y/N) I can’t take it your sweet smell is driving me crazy.” He came up from between your legs and walked over to his closet. “Time for some real entertainment.” He came back over to you with a collar, chains and a paddle.

You looked at him all excited. “Oooooooh this is going to be fun!” You giggled.

Levi grabbed you and put the collar on your neck. He yanked on the leash hard pulling you over to him. He turned you around and pushed you onto the bed ass straight up in the air your sweet secretions dripping out of you. Levi took the chains bounded your hands and feet. With one final tug he spread your legs wide open putting you on display for him to marvel at. “That’s a good girl so willing and ready for her Alpha.” He wrapped his muscular arm around your stomach forcing you down the air got thick all of a sudden, as you gasped in surprise. “I’m going to take you now.” He whispered into your ear, you felt the knot in your stomach get tighter as your heart tried to beat out of your chest.

For so long you’ve waited for this day, for so long your body has been begging for its mate. You gasped in surprise as Levi rammed his cock inside you while he bit down on your neck hard marking you again. He yanked on the leash choking you as he pounded into you. You arched your back howling out in pleasure as Levi clawed at your stomach going deeper and deeper with every thrust. “Ohhhhh my God Levi!” You moaned out as he slapped your ass with the paddle.

“That’s a good girl fuck (Y/N) you feel so good on him!” Levi howled as he grabbed your hips pounding deeper and deeper.

“Oh, oh, Ohhhhhh Levi fuck that feels amazing, Ohhhhh yes just like that!” You moaned out as he rammed deeper into you. You felt the knot in your stomach tense up as you became wetter with every thrust, your knees started to shake. “Fuck L-Le-Leviiiii I'm, I’m, I’m gonna c-cu-cummmmmmm!” You howled out Levi pounded into you even deeper as your toes curled, back arching, body trembling Levi earned your first orgasm.

Levi pulled out and undid all the chains so he could lay you down on the bed. He spread your legs going back down on you licking up your sweet juices as he inserted a couple fingers.

You moaned out as you grabbed small fist fulls of Levi's soft raven hair gently tugging it as he nipped at your clit making you squirt. You slowly moved your hips as Levi's fingers moved faster in and out of you.

He pressed his tongue to your clit and swirled it around, Levi felt your body tense up as your walls clenched around his fingers feeling your juices leak out of you as he got another orgasm from you. “That’s a good girl cum for me!” He pulled his fingers out and licked up the juices. He positioned himself between your legs.

You looked up at Levi. “I want to be on top…. If that’s okay with you Levi?”

“Of course it is (Y/N).” Levi laid down and you mounted him slowly sliding down on his throbbing cock making him moan. “Fuck (Y/N).” Levi grabbed your ass spreading your cheeks as he pounded into you.

You wildly rode Levi's cock feeling the growing knot at the base of his shaft, your core was throbbing as you felt yourself preparing to take his knot. Your body started to tremble as Levi's knot became bigger and bigger with every thrust. “F-fuck Levi I'm ready! My body is begging for you to shove your knot inside me! Give me your children Levi!” You howled out as you leaned down and bit his chest marking him.

Levi obeyed without hesitation and rammed his knot inside you, your walls clenching down on it as he released his seed.

You collapsed on his chest. “That was amazing my love.” You tenderly kissed him on the lips.

Levi removed the collar as he kissed you back. “Yes it was (Y/N I love you so much.” Levi moved his head towards your neck licking it until you fell asleep on top of him. He grabbed the blankets wrapping you and him up in them. He held you close still connected to you as he drifted off to sleep.

[moral-turpitudes]

A Secret Life:

**Gif credits go to the amazing @nofckingfighting​ your gifs give me life ok. They’re *chef’s kiss.**

Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

Trigger Warnings: None really, just some Fluff and some Swearing I think.

Word Count: 3,324

Characters: Johnny Dogs x Female!Reader

Requested by: @atjafshelby​, you can find it here. This was the first time I’ve written anything mainly for him so I hope this is good lol. I love getting the opportunity to write other characters. :)

Summary: After a spat about potatoes and a sudden departure from Thomas’ dinner meeting, Johnny Dogs rushes home to be with his wife Y/N and their family, knowing he’d have to tell the blinders about his secret life with them eventually.

The weather was gloomy as the peaky men prepared for one of Tommy’s meetings in the middle of Charlie’s yard. The cans full of logs and kindling burning brightly through the smog of Small Heath as the smoke filled the air. The smell of smoked meat and other foods slowly making their way onto the makeshift table.

In the distance though, was a loud voice mumbling on hurriedly as he stomped along the dirt and soot covered road leading to the feast.

“Right, put the steel rods up the gooses arse there. Go on.” Johnny Dogs said to one of the younger lads who were understandably confused. His eyes watching as they did so, itching to do it himself since no one ever prepared goose the right way. This wasn’t his only criticism though, as he made his way to the table he noticed the lack of starch amongst the men.

“This isn’t a proper dinner. If you’re going to have the Gold’s here ya gotta have potatoes!” Johnny Dogs said loudly as the Shelby’s tired uncle followed the Irish traveler around the yard.

Charlie looked at the man dumbfounded, thinking it was as great a feast as any.

“I want him to see that we live proper, that we eat proper, in the proper way!” He exclaimed.

“No...no you know what?” He added, pointing at Charlie with an anger-filled expression.

“What?” Charlie asked, lighting a cigarette as his infamous nephews came strolling in.

“I’ll get the potatoes me-self!” He exclaimed, clearly frustrated as he stomped through the yard to the old market nearby. His mind buzzing with the thought of his wife and children back at camp. He loved being here with the men he considered allies, but his heart was there with Y/N, always, especially now that she’d been alone with their newest edition to the family.

“What’s he on about aye? It’s just a dinner to discuss the vendetta. Is he scared of the Gold’s?” Tommy said, a cigarette lingering on his lips.

“No he just thinks they’re bloody heathens.” Charlie said as Tommy smirked, walking back to meet Aberama Gold and his son Bonnie.

As Johnny got back, he hastily threw the potato’s in one of the boiling pots near the men. The steam rolling off them as he mashed them up and brought them to the table.

“Bit late there Johnny.” Arthur said, grabbing a huge spoonful of them.

“Not me fault someone can’t prepare a proper meal.” He said, his eyes darting to his pocket watch as Aberama agreed, thanking him for making them as they continued their tense conversation.

“Is there something wrong?” Tommy asked Johnny, causing him to swallow hard as he tried to not tell them about you. It ached him not to, but quite frankly he was nervous to do so. Knowing they’d have something to say when they learned of his relationship status and such.

“Almost forgot, I had some things to take care of at camp. I’ll be back in the mornin’ boys. Don’t get blood all over the fucking food alright?” He said, Tommy waving him off with a suspicious look on his face. He never had men leave abruptly, but if anything he thought maybe he had a whore waiting for him or another feud to handle.

But little did the blinders know what actually awaited him.

“Aye! Dads going to be home soon-no-don’t you dare hit your brother!” Y/N said aloud to her two rambunctious children Alice and Samuel, who were running around the field with the other little ones of the group that were set up nearby. Your youngest, Sarah, nestled on your hip and baby-babbling to herself.

“You’re gonna be full of words just like your father aren’t ya love?” You said to her quietly, going over to your son and daughter who were rough-housing as usual.

“Playtime’s over loves, we have to get ready for dinner.” You said, the children immediately stopping and saying goodbye to the other kids as you waved goodbye to their parents.

As you led your children back to the vardo, you quickly put your daughter down in her small crib near the cramped bed in the wooden structure.

Your tired reflection caught you off guard as you looked in the mirror. Your eyes not as bright and hair not as perfectly placed as before you’d had three children.

You were always grateful to be blessed with good looks that were surely from your mother, but you soon garnered unwanted attention as you’d grown up, the men throwing themselves at you left and right, until you’d seen Johnny one day at a camp in Ireland of course. He was bantering with his friends, fist fighting and such near one of your family’s stops, his smile catching your eye as he laid his own upon you. The poor man got punched because of you after all, making him go off his game with your beauty. But to this day he said he didn’t regret it, telling you in that moment his world stopped. That he’d felt like the luckiest man in the world to have someone as sweet and as beautiful as you by his side all these years.

And so now here you were, waiting for your traveler and infamously rowdy blinder husband to come home. The sun setting in a plethora of colors over the field as the other travelers sat around their respective bonfires.

“When’s dad coming? He’s usually back.” Your son asked, his eyes the color of yours but the shape of Johnny’s, and your daughters small smile like his as well.

“Yeah mum where’s he off to? I wanted him to tell us a bedtime story.” She said, pouting slightly as she watched you preparing dinner.

“Give him time angels. He’s a busy man.” You said, wondering where he was, knowing he’d most likely gotten held up by the fucking Shelby’s once again.

He’s never told them about you and it stung a bit, but you realized early on that he only did it to keep you and the family safe, knowing that nothing good ever came from uttering the Shelby name.

As you portioned the food out for the children, your youngest cried for her food as well as you sighed and went in to nurse her. Humming a soft song to her as she gradually fell asleep in your arms.

As the kids emptied their bowls, stomachs full and content smiles on their faces, you ushered them to their beds, your heart racing slightly as you thought about where your husband could be.

“Don’t worry loves, dad will be home soon alright? I’m going to be just outside.” You said, fixing yourself your portion of the food as you stoked the fire a bit more, the embers disappearing into the night air as you wrapped the warm knit blanket around you.

You’d gotten accustomed to spending the majority of your nights alone with the children, eating amongst the stars and telling stories, but one thing always remained constant, and that was the need for their dad to be home. He made everyone light up when he’d come around. His laugh bringing a smile to your face instantly as he entertained the kids on his off days while you rested with the baby. But now like many nights, they missed him. They missed how he’d make you all feel safe, knowing he had you all out in the open like this. But he knew the company he kept, and he trusted them with his life that they’d take care of you all if need be.

Alas, as you sat there lost in thought, you heard the cries of your daughter once again as you went into the vardo, gently cradling her to you as you carried her outside into the cool night air, the sound of the crackling fire and water rushing nearby helping her fall asleep once again as you bounced her around lightly.

“It’s okay sweetheart. He’ll be home soon.” You reassured her. Knowing he’d never ever leave you sleeping alone, unless it was something serious.

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“Johnny, before you go, we’ll be stopping by tomorrow. We need to make sure you all are ready.” Thomas said as Johnny walked away from the table.

“Alright, I’ll see ya there then lads. Goodnight.” He said, tipping his hat and walking off towards the horse he’d ridden in on. Quickly riding towards one of the flower fields nearby to pick some for you. He knew they wouldn’t make up for him being late, but he knew they’d at least bring a smile to the face he loved so much.

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You sat wide-awake with your sleeping daughter against your chest, your nightgown covered by the thick blanket you’d draped over you and the baby. Her soft coos and little snores bringing a smile to your face as you kissed the top of her head. Your stomach still hurting with some efforts as you shifted in your seat. She’d only been about 4 months old, so both you and her were adjusting to the whole life thing with each other.

As you sat there naming the constellations to yourself as you gazed at the stars, you heard the familiar horse hooves pounding on the ground near the vardo. Johnny’s giddy whistle making your daughter rustle around in your arms as she knew he was home.

“Shhh, she’s sleeping.” You said quietly as he walked over ever-so carefully to kiss you, his lips soft against yours as he lingered on them for a moment, taking you in.

“I wanted to get here earlier, with the baby and everything but uh...Tommy got in the way again.” He said, grabbing the flowers he’d picked earlier.

“Are these for me?” You asked, grasping them with your free hand.

“Mhmm. Picked them me-self. Thought you’d like some after a hard days work caring for the kids. And uh, since I’ve been gone so long ya know?” He said, nervously rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

“I love you Johnny Dogs. You romantic devil.” You said with a smirk as you kissed him once more.

“Now tell me love, what’s got you on your toes?” You asked, knowing his body language more than your own at this point.

“They’re coming here, to make sure everything’s ready for the big mission.” He said.

“Christ....do we need to stay in? It’ll be hard with this one crying.” You said, looking down at the sleeping bundle in your arms.

“No...I...I want you to meet them. They’re coming tomorrow mornin’.” He said.

“I see....well I’ll make sure to get up and make sure the kids meet them too. Couldn’t hurt right?” She asked.

“It could soften the blow I suppose.” He said, grabbing the last of the food that was still warm over the fire.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked.

“They’ll take one look at you and drool. You don’t think I see it every time we go outside the camp? You’re bloody gorgeous and you’ve gone and married a fool like me?” He said half-jokingly. His self-deprecating humor hurting your heart.

“They can say what they want, but you’ll always be the man for me Johnny. I wouldn’t have you any other way. You were the first man I’ve ever loved.” You said, remembering how despite your looks, you’d never had the luck of relationships on your side, thinking all hope was lost until that day so long ago. And god were you grateful for him, even if he did talk your ear off on more than one occasion, you still loved the man to death.

“Now go tell your children a bedtime story, please love?” You asked, looking at him with puppy dog eyes that made his heart swoon. He could never say no to you.

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The next morning, you awoke to the sound of the kids playing out by the river, the wind rustling around the vardo as you heard Johnny helping out with the baby outside.

“I’m sorry love, I was going to get up and help ya but I guess I overslept.” You said, wrapping your robe around yourself that complimented your eyes and physique exquisitely.

“You needed the beauty sleep love. Besides, you’ve done enough for me these past weeks, thought I’d do something for ya.” He said, cradling the baby in his arms as you sat near him next to the barely lit fire, the coals still hot from the night before.

Johnny took your hand in his lightly, the ring on your finger sparkling in the sunlight as you both watched your kids playing together near the river.

In the distance though, you could hear the sound of a car pulling up, your nerves getting to you as you knew it was Thomas Shelby and his brothers.

“Here we go.” You mumbled, calling your children over as the men got out of the car, the kids nearly running into them as their little legs carried them swiftly over the grass. They quietly stood behind you as Johnny handed you your baby girl, her bright eyes looking up at you as the sun hit your face flatteringly.

“Hello boys! G’morning to ya! How’s about we get this meeting done shall we?” He asked, putting his cap on.

“Who’s the lovely lady over there aye?” John asked, eyeing her with hungry eyes.

“That’s me wife. Her names Y/N.” He said, looking John in the eyes as he crossed his arms.

“Oh and who are the children with her? They can’t be yours can they? Wow Johnny boy! Didn’t know you had it in ya. How’d you snag a gem of a girl like that aye? Use any of yer charms?” Arthur said jokingly.

“They’re mine yes, and don’t worry, I did nothing of the sort. She came to me actually.” He said with a proud smug smile on his face, knowing he married one of the prettiest women near Small Heath and the bastards couldn’t do anything about it.

“Well if you have anymore questions how’s about you lot meet them then?” Johnny asked over the awkward silence, Thomas still eyeing him a bit suspiciously.

“You boys go meet them, me and Johnny have something to discuss.” Tommy said shortly.

“Oh...al-alright. Here ya go lads.” He said, leading them over to Y/N and her children, who backed behind their beautiful mother shyly.

“Hello gentlemen, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet ya.” You said, smiling brightly as their stares lingered over you. It was something you were used to, but still made you slightly uncomfortable, so you remained focused on your kids.

“You can have a seat if you’d like, we don’t mind do we loves?” You asked, patting your son on the head as he smiled.

“No it’s ok momma. I’m gonna go play.” Your daughter said, running off towards the other little kids nearby. Your son sat by you though, eyeing the men curiously.

“So these are Johnny’s kids aye? What’s your name little man?” Arthur asked, putting on his nicest smile.

“Samuel. Who are you? Why do ya have big hats on like me dad?” He asked.

The men both looked at each other and smiled.

“We’re in a...group that your fathers in. It’s for people that are nice and strong.” He said.

“Oh...” Samuel said, fiddling with his fingers as he leaned his head against your arm.

“How’d you and Johnny meet aye? Old bugger like him sure snagged a beauty for a wife.” John said.

“Oh uhm...we met by chance really. I saw him scrapping with some people by the roadside when my family were going through and I stopped to watch. He says he got caught off guard by me. He got hit right after eyeing me up.” You said with a small laugh. John and Arthur chuckled as they looked over at Johnny and Tom having a rather tense conversation.

“While our brother’s interrogating the poor man, who’s this little one and her big sister?” Arthur asked.

“This is Sarah. She’s 4 months, almost 5. Talkative little bugger just like her dad. Always babbling about somethin’ aye? And that’s Alice. She hates sitting down, always wanting to be on the go. Guess it’s in the blood.” You said, also feeling antsy as you sat there with half of your little family.

“That it is.” Arthur said, looking around the camp as Johnny’s voice rose in the distance.

“When were you going to tell me Johnny?” Thomas asked, his cigarette dangling from his lips.

“About what mate? Bout me cookin’ and leaving yesterday or bout me family?” He asked.

“About your family, Johnny. You’re like family to us you know. How could you not tell us?” He asked loudly.

“You should know! The bloody line of work we’re in! God knows I’m not bringing them into that ‘ere.” He said a bit louder than Thomas expected, causing the others to look over.

“But why hide something like this Johnny? Not because of the way of our work but why hide it until now aye?” He asked.

Johnny thought for a moment, leaning against the tree near the river.

“Because Tom. I knew you’d all take one look at her and wonder why she’s wit’ a man like me. Ya know I’m not the nicest looking man ‘ere. Somehow how Tom...somehow she loves me and I wanted ya to see why I had to leave yesterday. It’s not just me I’m thinkin’ bout anymore.” He said.

“That why you’ve been yelling at work? Being short with everyone?” Thomas asked.

“Yeah Tom, yeah. Just...please don’t drag them into this.” He said, looking over at his wife who was managing pretty well despite John practically drooling.

“Well now that that’s cleared up how about you introduce me to them aye?” Thomas said, patting him on the shoulder and walking past him.

“I fucking guess. C’mon.” He said walking quickly ahead of his friend as Y/N smiled upon their arrival. His heart skipping a beat at the sight of it.

“Y/N, love, I want ya to meet-“ He said before you cut him off. Eyeing the man who’d put your family in risky circumstances long ago.

“Thomas Shelby. Yeah...I know. Nice to see you in person.” You said, shaking his hand roughly and with a more colder glance than you’d had given his other brothers. You knew Thomas orchestrated everything within the blinders, so he was often the one blamed when things went south, and you had no problem casting the blame on him when Johnny would come home half conscious and bleeding, or limping with a bullet wound or two.

“Pleasure’s all mine Y/N. How’s the family?” He asked, sitting beside Johnny around the bonfire that was slowly burning out.

“Good now that their father is back. This little one is Sarah, the wild one over there is Alice, and our boy here is Samuel.” You said, pointing with your free hand to your small crew of children.

“Aye, so he tells me you met by chance. How in the hell did this man meet a woman like you?” He asked.

You looked down slightly at your daughter who was surprisingly sleeping soundly, her small mass of hair on her head coming in as dark as her fathers.

“I told your brothers already but, uh we met when I was traveling with me family. Saw him scrapping with some other men from nearby, I guess ya locked eyes long enough with me that they knocked you out aye love?” You said lightly punching Johnny’s shoulder.

“Aye they did. Couldn’t stop bloody lookin’ at ya. I mean seriously boys. Isn’t she a beauty? I’m a lucky man. A lucky lucky man.” He said, lighting a cigar as you smiled and put your free hand on his. It was rough from years of work, but as warm as the hugs he gave. He was home to you, no matter where you all went, he was the one constant thing you longed for, knowing in your heart he was yours forever.

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Cherry Wine: SpencerXReader

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Pairings: SpencerXReader (Angst w/ happy ending oneshot)

Rating: M

Words: 4.2K

Warnings: SMUT! very, very, angsty! TW/CW: Drug abuse, attempted suicide, murder

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: Inspired by Cherry Wine by Hozier. (Listen while reading)

The first thing they tell you when getting clean is to not date anyone from group. Unfortunately, neither of you can follow rules. 

A.N: Please! do not read this is drug abuse or suicide will be triggering for you protect yourself please! Much love, Cia

The first thing they told you when trying to get clean was not to date anyone from the group. 

But you and Spencer couldn’t help how you fell into each other. 

You remembered the first day you walked into group. The way the heel of your boots clacked hard against the dirty linoleum floor. You were wearing your dad’s old sweater and ratty shorts. You didn’t think anything of your outfit but Spencer would later tell you that he thought you were the most radiant thing on the earth when he saw you in that moment.

You kept your hood up as you plopped into the squeaky folding chairs. You looked over to your left to see the tall, lanky man wringing his hands together constantly. Your eyes trailed up and down his body from his battered converse to the hard outline of his set jaw. You knew you had to have him in that moment. 

You leaned over. “Hey.” you said. He jumped out of his skin practically, trying to put as much distance between the both of you as possible. You hold your hands up in surrender. “Sorry, you just look nervous and I thought you would want a friend.” 

“I-I do…” He stutters over his words. Moving back into the space and inadvertently closer to you. “I’m Spencer.” He says. 

“Spencer…” You test the word out on your lips. It’s not bad, you’ve moaned worst names. You dated a guy named Harold for a spell, nothing was worse than that. “Hi, Spencer. I’m Y/N. First NA meeting?” 

He looks down at his feet. “Yea.” 

“What was your poison?” You ask. You’re not supposed to ask that but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

“Dilaudid.” He says, awkwardly.

You nod. “That’s rough. How are you adjusting?” 

“I’m getting there, I just feel like an idiot being here.” 

“Well, why’s that?” 

“I have an IQ of 187, Several degrees and PhDs. I’m not necessarily the audience for drug addiction.” He says, frustrated. 

 “Well, I have my master’s in Engineering. I may not have a genius IQ but I’m by no means an idiot.” You say. “But I got hooked on pills just as bad as the next guy, you’re not dumb for needing help.” 

That’s how the two of you started. It was innocent at first, staying a little longer at meetings just to talk to each other, meeting for coffee. But pretty soon it was exchanging numbers and late night calls. 

One particular phone call was when you shifted. Whether it was for the better or worse you could not tell. 

“You sped out the meeting yesterday, I didn’t get to tell you happy 6 months.” Spencer said, over the line. You couldn’t help the gentle swoon that came with hearing that raspy voice praise you. 

“Yea, I had an early day today. Sorry.” 

“What’s wrong?” Spencer says, immediately able to tell something was up with you. “You seem upset.” 

You sigh. “I’d like to preface this by saying that I didn’t do it, I promise.”  you say, shuffling your feet that were laid on your coffee table. “I’ve been thinking about using, a lot lately.” 

Spencer gasps slightly. “And you haven’t?” 

“No, I didn’t Spencer. At least not yet, but work has been stressful and I’ve just been thinking about it alot.”  

“Well, what did you do to destress before?” 

“Honestly?” You ask. “I had sex, like a crazy amount of sex. I know it’s not the best coping mechanism but it’s better than OD’ing. I used to regularly hit up this guy but he got a job in Portland recently. So that fountain is dried up.” 

You hear Spencer mumble something. “What’d you say?” You ask.

“I said, I could do it.” He rushes through the sentence. 

“Do what, Spencer?” 

“We could… have sex…” He says, awkwardly. 

You look at the phone in shock at that. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable taking your virginity, Spencer.” 

You hear Spencer sputter on the other line. “I-I’m not a virgin.” 

“Really?” You say. That was a shock for sure.  “Could’ve fooled me.”  

You hear those words that changed everything next. “Come over.” 

“What?” 

“Now.” He says, hanging up the phone at the moment. 

You go and grab your keys not needing to be told twice. 

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You knock on Spencer’s door a rough 15 minutes later. The door swings open and a hand is already circling your wrist, pulling you in. It’s not long before that door is slammed and you’re being pressed up against it. You try to move the hand he’s holding down but Spencer is deceptively strong, probably needed in his line of work. You look at him, eyes blown wide with lust and initial shock. 

“Will you tell me if I do something that makes you uncomfortable?” He asks, looking you in the eye. 

“Are you saying I need a safeword, Dr. Reid?” 

His eyes darken significantly as he hears his profession past your lips. “It’d probably be wise to have one.” 

You think for a second. “How about Tardis?” You say, you and Spencer had bonded over your shared love of Doctor Who.

“That works.” He says, Tugging on your wrist, pulling you deeper into the Apartment until you reach your final destination, his bedroom. 

He lets you go and shuts the door. 

“Strip.” He says, leaning against the dresser. You narrow your eyes at him to see if he was serious. He looks back at you with a waiting expression, to show you that he was. 

Might as well… you think, tugging your shirt off. You continue to look Spencer in the eyes as you shed the rest of your clothes. His eyes travel down and back up your body. He steps towards you in that moment, tilting your chin up to look at him. 

“You’re breathtaking.” He says, sweeping you into a passionate kiss. You moan against his lips as his arms bracket under your thighs to lift you up, dropping you onto the bed. You look up at him, eyes blown wide as he takes his shirt and pants off before rejoining you on the bed. You moan loudly as he sucks bruises onto your neck, grinding his erection against your sex. He leaves hot, bruising kisses down your body. Your shoulders, your chest, your stomach. Until they meet their all-time destination, right above your sex. 

He rubs a hand against your sex, kissing bruises into your inner thigh. “Look at how needy you are for me. I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked.” He says, thumb circling your clit.

You moan, moving your hips to get some kind of friction. “S-Spencer, please--” 

“What do you want, baby?” He says. “Use your words.” 

“Please, your mouth…” you manage. 

“What do you want me to do with my mouth, huh?” He says, taunting you. You squirm under the scrutiny. “I need to hear you say it.” He said, slipping two fingers into your wet heat, curling instantly. 

You babble for a second, trying to formulate the words. “Spencer- Spen, Please!”

“I know, baby. I got you.” He whispers before giving a deep quick lick to your clit. Your head thrashes back in ecstasy as he curls two fingers inside of you. It wasn’t long before you felt that tell-tale ball tightening in your lower abdomen. 

“Spencer, fuck- I’m going to--” 

“I know, baby. Go ahead and cum for me.” Not knowing you were waiting on permission, you release yourself on his fingers. He leaves small kisses on your thighs while coaxing you through your orgasm. Once you’ve come down, he crawls back up your body. You pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You feel him crawling out of his underwear while you’re kissing. 

“Do I need anything?” He says, his tip already dragging along your wet folds.

You moan, slightly. “You can use a condom if you want but I’m clean. And I’m on birth control.” 

He smiles wickedly at you. “I’m clean too.” He whispers to you, still teasing you. 

“Spencer.”  You moan. “Please fuck me.” 

He smiles before pushing into you, not needing much convincing. You both gasp at the first contact. The hands on your hips are practically bruising. He waits searching your eyes, making sure you aren’t hurt. You don’t like that, when people look at you like you’re of value. 

“Move.” You say, Spencer happily obliges, opting to go slow. You instantly start moving your hips to make him move faster. He looks at you slightly confused but keeps his pace. You sigh, frustrated. “Are you going to actually fuck me or what, Spencer?” 

His hips snap into you harshly at that moment, making all the air in your lungs expel. “Excuse me?” He says, instantly fucking into you harder, his hand circles your throat, squeezing the sides. You moan loudly. Well, as loud as you can with him cutting your air supply while he fucks into you roughly. 

“This is mine. Don’t tell me how to fuck it, ok?” He says, moving faster, other hand traveling down your body to rub your clit roughly. He lifts you leg over his shoulder so he’s almost impossibly deep inside you. You scream out, it was too much.

“Spencer.” You whine. “I-I can’t.” 

“You know your safeword.” He says roughly. “Unless you’re going to use it, I suggest shutting up and taking it.” You moan loudly at that, liking nothing more than the feeling of being used. 

“Spencer-fuck-I’m going come.” You moan. 

“Fuck-me too.” He says. “Go ahead and cum on my cock, baby.” You head thrashes back as your orgasm takes over, Spencer following close behind. 

He collapses on top of you for a second while the two of you catch your breath. The second he’s off of you, he moves to pull you close to him but you’re already up out of the bed. You stop in the bathroom to pee and clean yourself off. Once back in the room, Spencer watches you in confusion as you put your clothes on. 

“Are you in a rush?” He asks. The awkward kid you’ve known for months now back replacing the man you had just been in bed with. “You could stay.” 

You walk over to where he is on the bed, placing a small kiss on his forehead before patting his cheek lightly. “It’s probably best if I don’t stay.” You say, patting his bare leg. “I don’t want either of us to get the wrong idea.” 

“Wrong idea?” He asks. 

You sigh. “You know, sex and drugs release a lot of the same brain chemicals.” You watch him nod. “Of course you do, you know everything. I’m just saying, this is a nice simple way to stay clean, I use you when I need the distraction from pills. And… you use me when you need it.” 

“But, I don’t want to use you. I lik-” 

“Don’t finish that sentence. Please, Spencer.” You sigh, tapping him lightly on the forehead. “This is why I don’t want to sleep over. If I do, those chemicals in that big brain will confuse the high from good sex with love and… I’m not the person you want to fall in love with right now, it’s not the right time for us. I’m a fuckup.” You say, standing up and grabbing your purse. “You may not like this now, but you’re going to have a really bad day probably, that’ll make you want to use again and if that happens…. I’d rather you call me before you do.” You ruffle his hair before walking out of the apartment into the brisk air. 

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It’s weeks before you hear from Spencer again. You almost counted him up as a loss by the sheer amount the two of you didn’t speak after you had sex. You respected his decision not to contact you and you figured even though you lost a friend at least that friend had made you cum twice before leaving you out to dry.  

You were sitting on your couch with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and Netflix queued up when you got the call. 

“Hello?” You said around the spoon. 

“Come over.” You heard Spencer say on the other line. 

Your heart fluttered at the sound of his rough tone. “I’m in my sweats.” You say. 

“I don’t care.” He says, hanging up. 

You shrug, jumping up to put your ice cream in the freezer before running out the door. 

When you get to Spencer’s place, he answers the door almost as soon as you knock as if he’s been waiting. His eyes are puffy and red. 

“You’ve been crying.” You say, stating the obvious. 

He rolls his eyes. “Do you remember your safeword?” 

“Yes.”

“Then get inside.” 

Thus began the vicious cycle that was you and Spencer. You would call him, typically after a long day of being interrupted and ridiculed by your colleagues. He’d call you after rough cases, and you’d fuck each others brains out. One time. No encore performances. No sleeping over. No falling in love. 

It worked for a while, a long while. Spencer was still a nice friend. You’d text him about new episodes of Doctor Who or ask him obscure questions you needed answers too when you didn’t feel like googling it. He always had an answer for you. 

But of course just like most things in your life, you couldn’t have a good thing without finding some way to fuck it up. 

It started with one time Spencer called you to come over after you had worked a 12 hour shift. You didn’t tell him that, you just still went. After you guys hooked up, he watched you sleepily try to put your clothes on. Not even able to keep your eyes completely open. 

“Y/N, just stay.” He says. “I can’t let you drive home like this.” 

“No, I’m fine. I’ll go.” You say, mid-yawn. 

“Yea, real convincing.” He laughs. “Get in the bed, Y/N/N.” 

You were very tired. Spencer’s bed is pretty comfy. Why not? You think. 

“This doesn’t mean anything. It’s still not time.” You say, as you crawl back in. “I’m just tired.” 

Spencer says nothing, just turns off the light next to his bedside. “Goodnight, Y/N” 

You wake up that morning, warm and wrapped around Spencer. You leave before he can wake up 

Things really change when you get the call. 

After your mother found you on the living room floor covered in your own vomit, you could never speak to her again, not until you were clean. Fully clean and a fully functioning adult that didn’t need pills to cope. You were getting there and you thought you had time. 

That was until you were called to identify a body. 

They told you it was a robbery gone bad, that they robbed your mother’s store and was upset about the amount of money that wasn’t in the drawer. And they just shot her with no remorse. The only person in your life who cared about you, gone in seconds. 

Fuck, you really needed it right now. 

After being sober for months, your cravings weren’t bad but right now you needed to feel nothing. You wanted to drift into nothing right. You thought about how easy it would be to just float away right then, how easy it would be to join your mother. 

You should probably call someone. 

So you called Spencer. Several times. You needed the distraction, even if he couldn’t fuck you, you needed something to take your mind off the ache. But every time you dialed, you only got his voicemail. You left him a nonchalant message the first time. Just a simple hey call me back when you get a chance but after the 5th 6th and 7th time you called you never left a message, just slipped deeper into that hole you were digging. You were foolish to think he cared enough about you to be there when you needed him. You were nothing but a warm body to him. Just like you were to every guy you’ve had the misfortune of meeting. 

No one cares what happens to you. Why should you?

That was the last thought you had before your fist circled the cylindrical body of an old friend. 

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Spencer didn’t know why you called so much, but he knew something was wrong. Which was why as soon as he checked his phone he rushed to your apartment. He knocked harshly several times before you swung the door open, leaning on the door frame to support your weight. 

“What, Spencer?” You say, eyes heavy.

“What do you mean what? You called me several times. What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing anymore, so if you’ll excuse me.” You say moving to close the door. His hand springs out to stop you. Eyes narrowing at you. 

“Are you high, Y/N?” 

“It’s none of your business, Reid.” 

“Like hell it is.” He says, brushing past you into the apartment. “Where is it? I’m fucking dumping it.” 

“Spencer, leave!”

“Absolutely not! Where the fuck is it?” He says angrily. Before his eyes land on the now empty bottle you had sitting on your nightstand. “Did you take all of these?” 

Spence--” 

“DID YOU TAKE ALL OF THESE?!?” He asks again, screaming. You don’t say anything, he takes your silence as an answer, pulling out his phone to dial 911. 

“Spence, don’t.” You say as you hear him rattling off your address to the operator. He’s tugging you into the bathroom. 

“Make yourself vomit, now.” 

“No, Spencer.” You say. 

“Either you do it, or I’m going to do it Y/N.” you look him in his eyes, before wobbling off to the toilet to try to make yourself throw up. 

You don’t make it very far, you pass out on your bathroom floor. 

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You wake up to fluorescent lights hurting your eyes. You sit up looking around, you were in the hospital. 

“Don’t try to sit up.” You hear next to you. You look to your side to see Spencer. 

“What’re you doing here?” You say annoyed. 

“Well, contrary to popular belief, one of us actually cares if you live. So I wanted to make sure you were ok before I left.” 

“Well, I’m fine you can go.” 

Spencer runs a stressed hand through his hair. “Why did you do it, Y/N.” He asks, tears welling. “You were doing so good.” 

“You don’t think I know that!” You snap. “My mom died.” You choke on your words. 

“Y/N/N…” 

“The one person on this earth who cared about me was murdered in cold blood. I lost everything, I had no one.” 

“Don’t say that, Y/N. You had me.” 

“And where were you?” You yell. “Because I called you and you WEREN’T THERE! Don’t act like you fucking care now because I’m in a hospital bed, Spence. You just use me for a quick fuck and then I never hear from you.” 

“I use you?!” He says, words almost venomous. “You’re the one who told me that you only wanted to fuck. I wanted you, Y/N! I wanted to be with you, I loved you. And you told me no!” 

“I told you it wasn’t time--” 

“Oh yea, it’s not time yet, it’s not time yet.  So I’m just supposed to wait and be in love with you while you treat me like shit and try to kill yourself?!” Spencer says, angrily. “Because it’s not time yet! What does that even mean, Y/N!” 

“It’s not time for me to be in love with you!” You yell. “I can’t right now, Spencer. I don’t have anything in my heart to give you and I wish I did. I wish I could sit here and tell you I’m in love with you and that I want to be with you right now but I can’t, Spencer. I can’t love you when I don’t even love me!” You cry, Spencer stays across from you, wanting nothing more than to cross the room and sweep you in his arms. “You deserve more than that.” you whisper. 

“I don’t want more, I want you.” He whispers back. You look up to see the tears falling down his face too. 

“You need to leave, Spencer.” You say. 

“Y/N--” 

“Now!” You yell. “Please don’t make me call a nurse.” 

Spencer sighs, taking one last look at you before leaving you. 

You cry for 2 weeks straight after that. 

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Some years later, you quit your job. It caused you nothing but stress anyway. 

You travel for some time, spending your savings backpacking through europe and asia. You made some amazing friends, ate some good food, and had some good experiences. Life went on and thankfully got better. 

You were now 7 years sober and this time with, thankfully, healthy coping mechanisms. You took better care of your body, exercising daily and the only time you really splurged was a giant ice cream sundae on your sober anniversary. You found a good therapist and you were offered a job teaching Engineering at a local university. Which you happily took, there weren’t enough female professors in STEM. 

You had a relatively small 8AM class (no one really liked waking up.) and during a silent note taking portion you couldn’t help but hear two of your female students talking. 

“I’m telling you Whitney, that professor is fine as hell.” You heard one of them say. “I mean, personally I have no interest in Criminal Psychology but I’d be interested in anything he had to say. You should come audit the class with me so you can see for yourself.” 

“Something you want to share with the class, Ms. Rivera?” You say.  

“I’m just talking about the new professor, Ms. Y/L/N.” Addie smiles.

“New Professor?” You ask, you hadn’t heard anything about a new professor. Then again, STEM and humanities didn’t really cross paths. 

“Yea, He’s hot.” Addie says. “Name’s Dr. Reid.” 

Your heart stops when you hear that. Spencer was here, teaching. The students must’ve noticed your pause, all looking at you confused. 

“Focus on your work.” You call out. All eyes leave you, suddenly going back to their papers. 

You knew in that moment you had to go see him. Even if nothing came of it the least you could do was thank him for saving your life that night. You decided to also go audit his class. The lecture hall was already full of college age girls, meticulous putting on makeup to impress the professor. You opt for a seat in the back. 

You watched as he came out and greeted the class briefly with a bright smile before going through his lesson. You can’t help the way your heart swoons, his hair is longer and more fluffy. Like he stopped putting that product he used to slick it back with in his hair. He was older definitely but so were you. And as you watched him give his lesson you saw nothing about him had really changed at all. He was still the same excited-to-learn, nerd you fell for in the first place. 

You stuck back for a while after he dismissed his class, waiting in the far corner while a girl tried and failed to flirt with the man. You laughed slightly, Spencer never could take a hint. You watched him pack up his messenger bag before saying something. 

“Hey, Spen.” You say, the man instantly spins around, looking at you in shock. 

“Y/N?” He asks. You nod. “Oh my god, you look good, healthy.” He smiles at you, you can’t help the smile you give back. “Are you…” 

You know what he’s asking. He wants to know if you’re clean. You nod. “7 years, as of last tuesday.” You say. 

“That’s good, I’m so proud of you.” You preen a bit at the praise. 

“How have you been?” You ask. “Are you..?” 

“I’ve been better, but I’m still clean, yea.” 

“That’s good.” You say. You look at each other in silence, the conversation now stale. “I just wanted to say thank you, for that night. You saved my life, Spence and I was so ungrateful.” 

“You don’t have to thank me for that.” He says. 

“Do you maybe want to get coffee? Catch up maybe?” 

“I can’t do that, Y/N.” He says, you look down, trying not to seem upset. “I want to but, there’s still a big part of me that has all these feelings for you and I can’t just get coffee and have it mean nothing.” He sighs. 

“What if I want it to mean something?” You say, looking him in the eyes. 

“Y/N…” He takes a step closer to you, you hate how welcome he already feels in your space. “Are you telling me it’s time?” 

“There’s never going to be a right time for us, Spencer.” You say, looking him in the eye. He looks downtrodden.  “But what I can say is that I want you now, and I want to try being with you now. If you also want that.”  

He smiles at you. “I’ll always want that. I’ll always want you.” 

You smile back. 

It isn’t perfect but at least it’s now.

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[kaaytea]

Im the anon who requested the Koushuu x manager/Kazuya's sister reader

Since im still completely in love with the dinner headcanons, I was wondering since it its Koushuu's bday, if i could make another request?^^

About how manager/kazuya's sister would surprise him? Maybe she finally convinces Kazuya to let her spend some time with Kou in the dorm room and they have this really special, fluffy moment cause he deserves some love on his bday🥺🥺

I’m honestly surprised at how quickly I wrote this (see what happens when you guys inspire me😤) so hopefully it sounds consistent. As a fellow Koushuu lover I had sO much fun writing this. Technically bc Wolfy's birthday is in the winter, Miyuki wouldn't share a dorm with him anymore but for the sake of this oneshot let's pretend third years are allowed to stay on the team 🤭 I hope you like it anon! 💖

Reason

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"Please Nii-chan!"

Kazuya's face scrunched in displeasure as he twirled the bat in his hand.

"How many times do I have to say no?" He flatly stated. Kazuya kicked his foot against the crate you were sitting on, his way of trying to end the discussion and get you to continue tossing balls for him.

You let out a deep sigh before picking up another baseball, briefly letting your fingers brush over the worn stitching and scratched leather then lightly tossing it up where Kazuya cleanly hit the ball into the net. You sat there stewing in your thoughts as you continued to half-heartedly toss the balls up, putting in only just enough effort to get the ball up for your brother to hit. You didn't flinch at the sharp clang of the bat, once upon a time you might have, but at that moment you were too upset to even give it a second thought.

"Ok, but what if-"

"(Y/n)," Kazuya cut you off with a stern look, his tone was frighteningly reminiscent of the one your father used to scold you. The simple utter of your name immediately sent chills up your arms as you fought the urge to cower as you did when you were a child. "I said no, I'm not discussing this with you anymore."

You shot up from the crate, gripping the ball in your hand tightly as you glared up at your brother. You weren't going to let him play the older brother card -not this time! You would keep pushing for this until he broke down.

"But it's not fair! You hang out with your friends all the time! Why can't I?!"

"Because Dad told me to look after you, and that includes keeping you from mischievous boys"

Your face screwed up in a sour expression, "If you wanted to keep me from boys why in the world did you let me become a manager for a BOYS baseball team?"

Kazuya stared down at you, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words to respond to you.

"That's.....that's actually a good question. Any chance you'd consider resigning?"

"NII-CHAN!"

The boy broke out into a fit of laughter leaning his weight onto the bat to keep himself upright as he gasped out phrases like: "your face!" and "You actually thought I was serious!"

You huffed at your brother’s childish behavior and slumped back onto the crate, leaning your head on your palm as you spun the baseball around In your other hand. You were completely frustrated with Kazuya, he was treating this like a joke, and somewhere deep in your heart you were a bit hurt by his lack of faith in, not only you but Okumura as well.

Kazuya's laughter started to die down as he straightened up and got back into his batting stance. Only this time you didn't toss him a ball to hit, he watched as you dejectedly dropped the ball in your hand back into the crate.

"Do you really not trust me?"

You heard him sigh through his nose, followed by the sound of another crate being dragged over so he could sit in front of you. He kicked your foot gently, an unspoken way of him telling you to look at him while he talked.

"Look, it's not that I don't trust you, you're very smart and have always been careful with who you make friends with," he offered you a small smile making you fight the urge to smile back, "It's more the fact that you asked to be alone in a dorm room with Okumura. That boy confuses the hell out of me, I never know what he's thinking so it's difficult for me to give you permission to leave you unsupervised with him."

You snorted at what he said. Your brother made Koushuu sound like a mysterious delinquent when in reality he was anything but.

"Nii-chan, Kou can't look me in the eyes longer than 5 minutes. You don't have to worry about him doing anything bad."

"Kou?!" He gasped out. The catcher brought a hand to his forehead dramatically, "You're on a first-name basis with him already! What do I do?! You're being corrupted!"

You groaned, rubbing the heels of your hands into your eyes trying to distract yourself from the unavoidable headache that would surely appear in the next few minutes.

Kazuya stood up from the crate and pushed it to the side with his foot.

"Two hours"

"What?"

"I'm giving you two hours with him -but that's it!"

A grin spread across your face and you jumped up trapping Kazuya in a tight hug. One of his hands ruffled your hair as you babbled out thank yous.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Now get off, I wanna get through the rest of this crate, and then I'll walk you back to your dorm."

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The day was finally here! Your brother had graciously granted you two whole hours to hang out with Kou in his dorm! Safe to say you were a little more than excited as your dorm mates teased you about seeming extra lively that morning. You simply brushed it off as having gotten a good night’s rest, but the heat radiating off your cheeks contradicted your efforts.

You checked the gift bag hanging loosely from your wrist for the thousandth time as you approached the familiar door. After confirming that his gift was still safely stowed away, you gently knocked and impatiently bounced on the balls of your feet while waiting to be let in.

It didn't take long for the door to swing open and reveal the familiar eyes that always shone with warmth, a juxtaposition to their icy color when you were around. It took you countless hours and silly conversations to melt Okumura's frosty exterior, leaving something reminiscent of a loyal pup.

"Hi," he softly said, already moving to the side to let you into the dorm. When the door closed you threw yourself at Okumura, wrapping your arms around the boy’s neck and pulling him into a hug. The action startled him slightly, his body stiffening up from surprise before he cautiously wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Happy birthday, Kou!" You chirped, beaming up at the blonde, whose cheeks were quickly tinting a soft pink.

"T-thanks," he sputtered as he untangled himself from you. Before Okumura could get a chance to process and compose himself you were already pushing his gift into his hands while chanting "open it open it!"

He sat down on the edge of his bed —with you doing the same, positively vibrating with excitement— and gently pulled out a little bundle of blue tissue paper neatly folded over the gift. Okumura carefully unwrapped the object revealing a new pair of batting gloves.

He turned the gloves over in his hands inspecting them. A mixture of white and deep blue detailing produced a very clean look to the gloves. The thicker material around palms and the very obvious brand name instantly made him realize you probably spent a good amount of money to get these.

"Do you like them?" He turned to look at how excited you seemed. The sparkle in your eyes made his heart flutter, but he couldn't shake the slight guilt that ate at him. "Takuma helped me a bit with finding a style similar to your old pair -but, I noticed you rub at your palms after batting so I got you gloves with extra padding around the base of your hands!"

Okumura was a bit surprised at how observant you were. It's true his old gloves, a pair he's had since his second year in junior high, had started to wear down. It always amazed him how you could pick up on small cues in the sport. Although to be fair, you were a Miyuki and had basically been trained by your older brother in everything baseball-related since you could walk.

"They're really nice," he slipped one of the gloves on, clenching his hand a few times to get a feel for them, "you didn't have to spend so much on me though."

You rolled your eyes and bumped your shoulder against his.

"I knew you'd say that...Think of it this way, these will probably last you the rest of your time at Seidou, so technically they were a valid investment on my part." You sent him a gentle smile which he returned before taking off the glove and moving to put them in his practice bag.

While Okumura was occupied your attention was stolen by the laptop sitting open on his bed.

"You weren't doing school work, right? I'm not interrupting or anything?"

The boy looked back at you and shook his head, his blonde hair bounced slightly at the movement. He walked back over to the bed returning to his spot next to you. In one quick movement, he dragged the laptop over to the both of you and unplugged the headphones he had in. Immediately your senses were filled with the voices of announcers and the crack! of a wooden bat.

"The Hanshin Tigers?," You looked up at him where he confirmed your guess with a short nod, his eyes not leaving the screen as he watched the team’s left fielder catch a pop-up, "I didn't know you were a fan."

"I wouldn't really consider myself one," he softly said, "Taku made me watch all their games with him when we were kids, and the habit sort of stuck."

You smiled at the thought of a younger Koushuu being forced to watch games with his enthusiastic friend. You wished you were there at that time to see a younger version of your two friends, Takuma most definitely shaking Koushuu’s shoulders excitedly at any play that seemed remotely difficult. 

It was obvious that Okumura was still invested in the game, and you'd be lying if you said you weren't interested in seeing how it was gonna play out, so the both of you found yourselves sitting up in his bed.

You quickly lost track of time as you both watched the game, pointing out plays and betting on what would happen. Although, the longer you sat the more sore your arm was becoming. Okumura didn't have the largest build compared to other players on the team, but his shoulders were still significantly broader than your own. Because of that you had bent you right arm and shoulder in an awkward position to watched the game. You started to fidget around trying to find a more comfortable way to sit. Koushuu was about to offer to set the laptop up on a desk instead, but his thoughts were cut off when he let out an involuntary squeak as you picked up his left arm and draped it across your shoulders.

"Is this ok?"

He could only stiffly nod as he felt his heart rate pick up and heat spreading across his cheeks. The heat spread to the tips of his ears as he felt you snuggle closer into his side and rest your head on his chest.

As awkward as he felt in the moment, Okumura had to admit that having you tucked under his arm was a nice feeling. He enjoyed being able to connect with you, somewhere deep in his heart he hoped this moment was what would push the both of you to become a little more than just friends. Slowly Okumura relaxed into the feeling, pulling you closer into him and gingerly leaning his head on yours.

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"Koushuu?" You questioned as you both watched the ending ceremony to the game being displayed. He responded with a hum, dropping his hand to play with the ends of your hair.

"Would you play professionally if you were given the chance?"

He sighed, twisting a lock of your hair around his finger as he pondered your question. He was quite familiar with this topic, his family had been asking him that very question for the past few years and he always had the same response.

"If I found a reason to."

He gazed down at you, watching your eyes shift around his face as you studied his expression.

"I've always just followed Kazuya from team to team, managing and learning so I wouldn't be left behind," your eyes flicked to his lips briefly before locking back on to his crystalline hues, "But he leaves in a few months....I've been trying to find a new path to follow."

A greedy voice from the depths of Okumura's mind whispered 'me'. If he were to be honest he already found his reason to continue perusing baseball, and that reason was you.

In only a short time span you had somehow given a new meaning to the game, your passion and joy for the sport had spread into his heart and, as selfish as it sounded, he hoped that you'd join his side and face the sport together as partners once your time at Seidou came to an end.

Neither of you had noticed how you were slowly leaning closer and closer to each other, a magnetized energy pulling you together. With your noses just barely touching, you cupped his jaw and started to tilt your head up.

"YOUR TWO HOURS ARE UP (Y/N)! ITS TIME FOR YOU TO LEAVE NOW!~"

The magnetic feeling vanished the instant the door slammed open and Kazuya practically sang for you to leave. Luckily, Okumura had quick reflexes and was able to put a decent amount of space between the two of you the moment Kazuya's voice echoed around the room.

"I'll walk you back to your dorm," he said softly, avoiding looking at his captain as you both shuffled out the door.

The walk to your dorm was silent. There was nothing to say as you were both too embarrassed to mention what had almost happened.

Okumura was somehow even more aggravated by Miyuki, the both of you were so close to finally admitting and giving in to the chemistry that had been slowly and steadily building since summer break. All of that progress was ruined in a matter of seconds by the nuisance of a captain.

You stopped in front of your dorm door, quickly looking down both halls only to find the area vacant of any other girls.

"Koushuu," you tapped his shoulder making him turn his attention from the floor to you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you reached up on your tiptoes, your lips a hairs width away from his.

"Happy Birthday," you whispered before pressing your lips together.

Okumura gently returned the kiss, his hands hovering near you —unsure of what to do with them— until you moved his right hand to cup your cheek. Instinctively he tilted your head up slightly.

You both pulled away with batted breath and burning faces. In those few seconds following, your actions caught up with you. Your body burned in embarrassment as you stuttered out a 'bye' and slipped into your dorm.

Koushuu's fingers drifted up to his mouth as he walked back to the baseball team's dorms, still slightly in shock at the situation.

Hopefully, that first kiss showed you your new path just as it had confirmed his.

[boredfanwrites]

Love, Simon Harringrove AU

I'm sorry (not really) this is probably a bit long but I've already started writing this fic and these are just outline bullet points.

Anyway, what I mean is after a short reprieve following the submission of my assignment: I'm back and please take this poor persons Harringrove AU.

First - Billy isn't as big of an asshole (my AU so I say so).

Second - modern day, pretty much exactly the same setting as Love, Simon.

Third - Neither of them have their cars, this is important later.

Fourth - I have complete control over characters so if I say Barb lives, Barb lives.

Moving on.

Steve is Simon, Billy is Brahm but also not really.

Steve is the one to kick things off, he places an ad in their school paper, not blog because he knows fewer people read the papers and the kind of people Steve wants to meet are the kind that pick up the papers.

He intends to communicate through the ads but the editor adds the email address he'd created to send in the submission.

Hi, lets get things straight: I'm not. I'm gay. I'm not expecting advice or a congrats or whatever. Hell you don't even need to publish it. I just, I needed to get it off my chest somewhere. I've spent my whole life either not knowing, or hiding when I realised. I don't know why I'm even doing this. I don't wanna be alone anymore, I think that's it. I can't be alone. I'm gay, that's normal, I'm fine the way I am. I'm sick of hiding, but I don't think I'm ready to truly come out.

In comes Billy, reading Steve's little piece, obviously not knowing its Steve. And against his better judgement Billy finds himself writing a reply.

I'm like you. Gay that is. I've known since I was thirteen and I kissed a boy in the bathroom of a dingy movie theatre. I've been hiding ever since. I've always been scared of what it meant. But maybe I'm not so alone. If you want a friend in this, I can be one.

It's the first time Billy's admitted it out loud, even if it is only on an electronic document. It's his first admission that he's not the son his father wants him to be so desperately.

Max is still his step-sister, but he gets along with her far better in the AU. She's still a little shit of a sister but she knows when to back off and Billy knows to not take his anger out on her. It's not her fault.

They don't have a good sibling relationship in the slightest but they're doing ok.

Steve still drives around the nerd herd. Still babysits Dustin - though it's less babysitting more making sure he doesn't accidentally kill himself.

Steve reads through the reply, the only reply he'd gotten and he's thankful. He wanted a friend so badly. He had Robin, of course, they were both gay but it was kinda difficult to give each other advice, dating or general LGBTQ+, when they didn't like the same gender. Steve could give a few tips but his track record left nothing to be desired. And Robin barely interacted with boys.

Steve has Jonathon and Nancy, but they don't know so it's not the same. Not really. Besides they're usually too coupley to give a shit about his poor sad single life half the time.

Billy and Steve are hesitant friends, they're both friends with Jonathon so are civil to each other, they're around each other a lot but they're not friends.

So Steve writes something back, and so does Billy. They ask the stereotypical icebreaker questions: favourite foods, colours, places etc. But they both want to dig a little deeper.

After a few emails, Steve suggests fake names to sign off with, a way to get closer.

Billy agrees but only if they can be named after their absolute dream cars - Billy is stuck driving Neil's beaten down pile of crap and needs to remind himself what he's working towards.

So they become Beemer and Camaro and boy does Billy have a field day with Beemer.

Regardless, having names to address each other by leads them to open up more. The person on the other side of the screen becoming more real.

Steve talks about how he's not doing so good academically but he wants to be, he's trying but it's never enough. How nothing is ever good enough for his parents but they're never around to see him either.

He mentions that there's this kid he looks after and how he's basically the little brother he never had and how much his mom wants to adopt him. Steve admits if it wasn't for appearances he's sure his parents would jump at the chance.

Billy admits that as much as he can get along with his stepsister she can be such a little shit. He's supposed to look after her but 'she's 13 for god's sake, she has her own mobile phone, and I can't do anything' and how his dad will beat on him if she's not home by a certain time.

It frustrates Billy to no end because even she's home by curfew she'll offhandedly mention something else that Billy did that his dad didn't like him doing. His dad finds a lot of reasons to punch Billy black and blue.

Steve finally gets given his own walkie and he feels honoured. He uses it to communicate with everyone, but Dustin informed him there's a special channel just for Steve that is one on one if the others ever need him and only him. Steve teared up a little bit.

Billy's been happier than ever talking to Beemer and Neil notices, starts finding even smaller reasons: not placing his plate in the dishwasher, not picking up after Max, not helping Susan unpack the groceries (he wasn't even home, how was he supposed to know?).

Max isn't an idiot. And one night she hears a resounding thud and Neil storming off and the shattering of glass. An engine rumbles and roars down the street. Max races into Billy's room, only to find the boy unconscious on the floor. She screams for her mom but Susan pretends not to hear, so she does the only other thing she can think of.

Steve has been having worse bouts of insomnia so he's awake, trying to be productive when his walkie goes off. Imagine his shock and horror when Max’s voice heaves out between sobs that Billy isn’t waking up. So of course he grabs his keys and goes running.

Billy wakes up to Max’s heavy breathing and an unfamiliar pressure just below his left eye. He struggles to open them but then hears a familiar voice telling him to ‘relax, don’t force it. You’re gonna have a great shiner in the morning but other than that you’ll be ok.’ And Billy knows that voice, that’s Harrington. Why is Harrington in his house?

An hour later, both eyes open and a few scratches patched up, Billy and Steve sit on the end of his bed, Max on the floor in front of them. None of them say anything, but Steve holds out a pinky to Billy and Billy takes it.

A few days after Steve takes a moment to think. Camaro said his dad beats on him. Unless Billy got in a fight earlier and it was a delayed reaction it could only be his dad.

So Steve tests the waters, admittedly his most stupid mistake.

I was trying to be productive a few nights ago. You know how my insomnia is getting. Anyway one of the friends of the kid I babysit called me and said her brother wasn’t waking up. I go over there, patch him up and then we don’t really say anything else. I’m glad my first aid training came in to play, lord knows I’ve patched the kids up too many times. But it was the weirdest experience of my life, honestly.

Camaro drops off the face of the earth. So does Billy. The only reason Steve knows he’s alive is because both Jonathon and Tommy text him updates from time to time. Tommy doesn’t go into detail, doesn’t really give a shit, just a thumbs up whenever he sees Billy.

But Jonathon. Steve is very thankful for Jonathon’s friendship. He tells Steve whenever there’s a new mark on him, how Hopper picked him up and Joyce had bailed him out. How Will was getting along with Billy so well since he’d camped out on their couch a few weeks ago.

It’s been so long. Months. And Steve is so lonely. Even before Camaro, he didn’t realise how much he and Billy actually interacted, how much time they’d spent together. It was back to just Steve and Robin. Which wasn’t bad, but wasn’t the same. Steve had given up hope.

Look. I know we know who each other is now. I know that’s not good English, I’ve had a couple beers so forgive me, King Steve. I like talking to you, I really do. But I meant it when I said I was scared. I can’t do this. Just give me a week or two, I’ll be back in school and we can go back to how it was. I’m sorry.

Steve doesn’t think it can go back to how it was.

Billy doesn’t want to go back to how it was. He doesn’t want to lose Steve now that he has him. But his body felt like it was falling apart most days. The only reprieve was the few nights every couple weeks he spent on the Byers’ couch. Even if he did get a worse beating after.

Steve tries to make life easier on Billy in the ways that he can. Brings Max back at least fifteen minutes before curfew, he offers to help Susan here and there when he sees her, offers to babysit Max if he’s looking after the rest of the nerd herd.

Neil likes him, Steve hates Neil. But he never sees Billy.

It comes to a head one day. Steve has to pick up Dustin when he hears arguing. Heading out to the back he sees Max stomping about, yelling at Billy and god, Billy just looks tired. So Steve heads over, places himself between the two and tells Max to wait with Dustin in the car.

He turns to Billy, sees his glassy eyes, and sees how much weight Billy has lost. And did all of this stem from him and Billy not talking or was there more.

Billy takes one look at Steve and breaks. He babbles nonsense about how he would never hurt Max, would never lay a finger on her. Steve shushes him, carefully placing his hands on Billy’s shoulders. Billy doesn’t notice.

Steve wonders where it came from, what was going through Billy’s head. He pulled him closer until Billy’s hands fisted in his shirt, a patch on Steve’s chest dampening.

I really fucking like you. You’re so good. And I’m scared, I’m so scared.

Billy. I really fucking like you too. It’s ok that you’re scared. I get it. I just want us to try. It doesn’t have to be now. It’s only ever gonna be when you’re ready but I’m going to be here.

Billy has only ever wanted someone who tried. Someone who was going to stick around for him. There Steve was, making promises. Being way too good for Billy.

Steve doesn’t let him go.

There’s gonna be a few scenes in the fic that weren’t mentioned, mostly because I will be writing this fic at some point and I want a few mysteries and extra stuff. Likewise for the emails, they’re all gonna be included.

Also, currently I’m not sure I like the ending, I was planning on doing a few fluffy, epilogue one-shots once the fic is done but I don’t know whether to keep the ending I’ve got or whether to stick more closely to the Love, Simon (Steve trying to do something big and public etc.). But for now, take what I have and be on the lookout for either the first instalment or just one long-ass fic in the near future.

[pretendrocketships]

Meet Me In Amsterdam

About: (SMUT) Shawn’s on tour but nothing puts you to sleep like he can  (facetime sex/dom!Shawn bc that’s my fav, sue me)

A/N: 2.4k of another dream I had because my mind is dirty also i live for pet names sorry in advance

Song: Meet Me In Amsterdam by RINI

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You looked at your phone for the fourth time within the last ten minutes. It was three am and sleep just wasn’t coming, possibly because your hands have been shoved down your pajama bottoms for the last hour. When you couldn’t sleep, nothing put you to bed like a good orgasm, but having a boyfriend thousands of miles away did nothing to help your current situation. You wanted to go to bed, needed to, but you couldn’t stay asleep for a reason you couldn’t pinpoint. About halfway through the months of tour, you stopped bothering to check the time zones. If Shawn answered, he answered. If he didn’t, oh well. Your phone was in your hand hitting scrolling through your favorites tab in your phone, until you found Shawn. You dropped your phone on the sheets next to you, willingly your eyes to let you rest for a second while you listened to the sound of the Facetime ringing throughout the room. 

“(Y/N)? Baby, you there?” You jolted up at the sound of his voice, not truly expecting to get a response from him. You sat up and fixed your hair before answering. He smiled wide, oblivious to commotion going on behind him, with people zooming by and rushing to get things done. “Hi. honey.”

“Hi,” you said, smiling softly. It was good to see him. I mean, he looked amazing. He always does. Those little curls that flop in front of his face. The way his eyes lit up when he was excited. You were drifting, living in your own thoughts. So much so that you nearly missed Shawn snapping in front of the camera.

“Baby. Baby? You okay? You’re zoning out on me.” His laugh was the only sound to fill your dark, quiet room. That and the sound of your heart racing at the thought of him.

“Yeah, yeah sorry,” you said, shaking your head, trying to clear the thoughts that were swirling around in your mind. 

“What are you doing up?” he asked looking at his watch, “isn’t it like one in the morning over there?” 

“Actually, smart ass, it's three am.” You swear you saw his eyes almost pop out of his head, and you rolled your eyes. 

“(Y/N)! What are you still doing up then? Don’t you have to be up early tomorrow?” His concern was cute, but not what you needed from him right now. You wanted him on top of you, hand around your throat, making you look at him as you fell apart all around him. Your silence made him shoot you his signature smirk. “Oh. . so that’s why you called?” You could feel his ego boost through the phone.

“C-can’t I just want to check up on my man?” With that, his smirk only intensified.

“Your eyes are pitch black honey, let up.” You let out a sigh, as if you felt the burden of pretending you weren’t horny being lifted. 

“It’s just, I can’t fucking sleep, Shawn. I was up watching Netflix. Then I got tired, but when I turned everything off, I closed my eyes but still couldn’t sleep. Then I tried putting a random tv show on, just for background noise, but I didn’t like anything enough to keep it on for more than a few minutes. Then I tried putting on that podcast I like, and that was working for a little bit, but then I was too focused on it and I just--I wish you were here to help, you always make me feel good” you whined out quickly. Just hearing you explain, Shawn could tell you were frustrated. He noticed you tended to act like this after he fucked you to the point of exhaustion. When he would make you cum over and over, he would scoop you into his arms and listen to you babble about whatever thoughts that were left in your mind. He knew he fucked you well when you would whine for his touch, so needy. Thinking about past memories with you had him about to sport a semi, so he excuses himself from the public eye and slips into an unoccupied room.

“How many times?” A look of confusion flashed across your face. 

“Wha-”

“How many times have you touched yourself” You whined. Out loud. The song went straight to Shawn’s cock, and he readjusted himself away from the camera’s view. Your eyes were closed just imagining him being there with you, punishing you for not asking him to help out sooner. “I’m talking to you, honey.” You swallowed and your jaw dropped. Shawn may be on tour, but Daddy’s home.  

“I--”

“Speak up.” You took a deep breath before continuing to address him, willing your eyes open for the first time of the night.

“S-so many times.” The laugh he let out reminded you of his hands on your ass, spanking you when you forgot to count.

“I asked for a number, honey.” Your face burned. You didn’t want to admit it. “Don’t make me ask twice, (Y/N). Even from this far away, you won’t like it if I have to repeat myself. You turned your head away from the camera, about to answer before you heard him clearing his throat, knowing what he wanted without having to hear it. You turned your head slowly back to his view.

“S-seven.” The fire you saw behind his eyes made you want to cry out. Fuck this tour. You wanted him. Now. 

“Seven times, honey? God you’re filthy. Have your hands even left your pants tonight?” He didn’t ask expecting an answer, but he felt a strange twang of pride when you shook your head no, unable to keep eye contact. 

“I just, I’ve tried everything!” you whined exasperated, your need for sleep seeping through every word. “I’ve played with myself and imagined it was you, edged myself just like you would if you found me touching myself without you. I’ve done it all, Shawn, and it’s not working!” You cried out. Even though Shawn is fully hard by now, he’s still attentive to the fact that you’re full on whining for his cock at this point. He thinks you must be floaty already, or close to it, driven mad by the need to get a fulfilling orgasm to put you to sleep.

“You just can’t touch yourself like I can, can you honey? No one can do it better than me. I know your body even better than you know yourself, isn’t that right, (Y/N)?” 

“Yes! Yes, Shawn. Please, I need you.” All of Shawn’s senses are activated right now. Your voice groaning in his ear is making his cock fatten up, but the way you beg for him without him asking tells him he’s going to need to fully take care of you, from start to finish. 

“Okay, honey. I’m going to talk you through this nice and slow, and then I’m going to sing you to sleep, okay?.” He doesn't get a response to this, just a velvety moan. Your eyes fluttering closed. Content with your reaction, Shawn begins his assault. “Where do I start, honey? It’s been so long. Remind me.” You gasp, as he forces you to remember all the nights you’ve spent tangled up in each other. 

“K-kisses.” He smiles, proudly. 

“That’s right, baby. I miss kissing all over your neck, dragging my tongue down your body. Fuck baby,” he laughs a bit, “It’s the middle of the day here and you’ve got me all hard.”

“Shawn, more.” You’re squirming in bed now, your memories getting ahead of Shawn’s speech. 

“You’ve got to tell me what comes next if you want more.” Your hand trailed down your body and stopped at your nipples. “Or show me, that works too.” He chuckled. His eyes were fixated on your hard buds, almost inviting him to lick them through the screen. You’re using one hand to pinch and twist your nipples, eyes closed fully lost in the fantasy that it’s Shawn working them for you. “Prop your phone up, love, wanna see more of you. And slow down, you know I like to tease.” You groan as you roll over and lean your phone against the lamp on the nightstand.

“Happy now?” 

“Watch it,” he threatens. “Play with both of them now, pinching then pulling at them, just like I do.” You settle on your back and run your hands over your body until you reach your nipples again, twisting until you cried out like he used you, then pulling at them. “That feel good, baby? God, I know it looks good.” At this point, you needed more, the pool between your thighs was starting to drip down your thighs and onto the sheet. You were about to start thrashing from desperation, Shawn knew just how to pay attention to your sensitive buds to make you drip with desire. “Ok hun, move your hands down for me.” You rushed to move your hands down. “Slowly,” he barked.You stopped and took a second to calm yourself down, while listening to the sound of him pumping himself. You trailed your hands up and down your stomach, just like he would, in between pressing kisses to special spots along your stomach. Your fingers ghosted over your clit, and your body jerked in response. “What are you doing?” his voice was hard, and the sounds of him pumping himself suddenly stopped. You turned to look at the phone with confusion. 

“You told me to--”

“Did I tell you you could touch yourself there? Did I tell you I could play with that pretty pussy? My pussy?” You were a moaning mess right now, his words sending a tingle straight to your clit. You tried to calm yourself down because if the second he let you touch yourself, you came? He would never let you live it down. “Answer my question, love. Did I tell you that you could touch?”

“N-no.” You felt your heartbeat everywhere. Your clit was throbbing, and it was beginning to become unbearable. 

“That’s what I thought, but since you’re so fucking needy for me, and you look so fucking pretty. I’m feeling nice, so go ahead. I know you’re throbbing for it, can practically see you drooling,” he laughs darkly. “Go on baby, rub your clit for me. I want to see a show.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and raced to press your fingers where you needed them most. You tapped your fingers against your clit, Shawn’s favorite thing to do to start. “Slow circles for me love, then figure 8s, you know the drill.” You listen to his voice guide you to the familiar feeling that was starting to brew in your stomach. Your fingers were moving faster as your chest moved up and down rapidly due to your labored breathing. 

“Shawnn,” you groaned, overwhelmed with how good it felt.

“Slip two in for me, honey. Need you to cum for me so I can get you to bed.” Even with his cock rock hard and slapped up against his stomach, he still was thinking about what’s best for you. Blood and love were pumping throughout his body, leaving his brain and heading straight to his cock. “Are you wet enough for that, love? Does me talking you to your orgasm getting you all slick for me?” You nod and speed up your fingers, chasing your orgasm. “Godd, I can fucking hear you,” he groaned out. “So fucking wet for me, fuck (Y/N), I need you wrapped around me like right now.” You hear him start stroking himself, the sound adding to how good you were feeling. 

“I-I’m close,” you warn him. You feel your body is ready to explode, sensitive yet alert from all the attention.

“Hit your g-spot, honey. Rub on it like I would if I were right there in bed next to you, feeling on your body, pressing you down on the bed so you had to take everything I was doing to you. Use your other hand and go back to your clit, rubbing it in tight, little circles and imagine it’s me running my tongue all over you.” He forces his eyes open to watch you follow his commands. “Faster, honey. I know you’re almost there. I can see your legs fucking shaking. God, please honey cum for me. Need to see it, need you to be good and cum for me.” It’s his voice, the filth coming out of it, the way he makes you feel like he’s right there with you. You feel it creeping up, bubbling in your stomach, ready to explode. “Let go baby, c’mon lemme feel you squeeze around me.” The desperation in his voice set you off. Your back arched off the bed, and your vision went black. Everything felt so good. The tingles were surging through your body, and all you could do was let the memories of Shawn propel you through your orgasm. You could barely hear Shawn talking you through it in the background. “Oh fuck, that’s my good girl. Yes, (Y/N), you did so good for me, honey. I’ve got you baby, ride it out.” When you finally felt yourself coming down, you were spent. You felt every muscle in your body relax. Your arms fell limp beside you, and your eyes lulled shut. Shawn smiled, finally seeing his baby at peace. “Did so well for me, honey. So proud of you.” You smile and shift around in your bed, pulling the covers up to your neck. “Baby, you still with me? You okay?” You just nodded, unable to find the strength to give him a verbal response. He laughed and cleared his throat. “Girl, your body is calling me. There ain’t no sunshine, no sunshine where I was before,” he started to sing softly, continuing when he saw your features relax. “But I found the love, the warmth in your arms. Won’t you come closer, let it take over. I don’t need anything, I just want you.” The lullaby continued until he saw you completely still and heard the soft puffs of your even breathing. “Night honey, sweet dreams.”

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Protection

I just want to say that his roster pics do not do him justice. But this was requested like A WEEK ago but as mentioned I’m the worst. I also had a really weird week emotionally and I’m still not sure what happened other than a lot of crying but oh well ? Please let me know what you think! Hopefully I get into more a rhythm with writing requests!

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“Staring at your drink isn’t going to give you the answer,” Tyler teases you. 

“Well, it’s not like I’m going to find the answer any way!” you squeal, your voice high in frustration. 

“Babe, it’s fine, they’re being assholes.” Roope wraps his arm around your waist, pulling him closer to you, kissing your cheek.

“Yes, I know that. But what’s the answer?”

“42,” Tyler says, the guys laughing, Jamie smacking him in the chest for saying something so ridiculous. 

You just stare at him with your mouth open, “You’ve got be kidding. How is the answer a fucking number?” Everyone bursts out in a loud laugh, everyone around you starting to stare at the scene you’re causing as a group. “Can I smack him? Am I allowed to do that?” you look to Roope, him beaming at you.

“I’ll get him for you at practice.” 

“Ok, kid, you try,” Tyler smirks. 

Roope shrugs, pulling you closer, mirroring the smirk on Tyler’s face, “If it’s for my girl.” He was so protective over you, but not in an overbearing way. You loved it, actually, having someone watching over you. You were free to be your own person, but if you needed some Roope was there when you asked. 

“Y/N, let’s go get something else to drink,” Katie says, prying you away from Roope and the boys, leaving them to ask each other as many dumb questions as they want. She pulls you to the bar, your hand probably about to break hers from the grip you had on her so that you wouldn’t get separated. The bar was crowded and loud, you only knew the guys and their girlfriends, and you really didn’t want to get to know anyone else tonight. “So, it seems like things with Roope are going pretty well?” she asks once you both make it to an opening at the bar.

You can’t help but blush at the sound of his name. You had been together for about four months; the relationship was just new enough that you still seemed to be in that honeymoon phase, but you had been together long enough that it seemed like it was going to stick. At least for a while. You hoped. “Yeah, it’s amazing. He’s amazing.” 

“Jamie even said that he’s been playing better since he started dating you. The guys think you’re their good luck charm.” 

“I doubt that,” you laugh.

“No, I’m serious!” Katie insists, “When was the last time you saw them lose when you’re at a game? Jamie only wants me to go to games when he knows you’re going to be there because otherwise, he’s sure they’ll lose.”

“See, Roope only wants me to go to games when he knows you’re going to be there.” You both stop for a minute. “Hockey players are so weird.” 

You both start cracking up until the bartender gets your attention. “Vodka cran for me and Corona for her, we’re with that group over there,” Katie tells him, pointing back to the guys. One of the guys had drunkenly offered to pick up everyone’s tab last time you all went out, and Roope got him saying it on camera. The guys’ goal that night was to make him regret it. 

“Put the Corona on my tab.” You turn around to see this guy leaning up against the bar behind you. He was cute, sure, but he was no Roope. 

“Oh, no, I’m covered already, but thank you,” you say, telling the bartender, turning back to Katie. 

“You have to tell me though-” Katie starts.

“No, I insist. I can’t let you pay for that drink,” the guy interrupts.

“Don’t worry. I’m not the one paying for this.” You hold the drink up to him, before turning back to Katie. “What were you saying?”

“What weird stuff does Roope do before he leaves for a game?” she asks.

“Oh, c’mon,” the guy says behind you, again. Why isn’t he getting the message that you’re not interested? You give Katie a worried look, her just shaking her head and rolling her eyes. “I’m Tristan.” 

“That’s nice. I’m talking to my friend though, sorry,” you say, pulling Katie away from the bar. “Do we go back to the guys or just away from him?” you whisper to her, not really sure where to go.

“Let’s find the guys. If he sees you with Roope all over you, he might leave you alone.” You lead Katie back to the booth where you left the guys, only to find them gone. “Those idiots left?” she nearly screams, causing some people to turn and stare. “They had one job! They weren’t supposed to leave us!”

“Technically, we didn’t tell them not to leave the booth, and we left them, to begin with,” you point out. “But where the hell did they go? They left so much of their crap here.” You pick up Roope’s jacket that was on the seat, putting it on because you were cold anyway. “I guess we can just sit here and wait for them to come back.”

“The fact that you just put his jacket on!” Katie gushes, taking out her phone, hopefully to text Jamie.

“I’m cold, Roope would have put it on me anyway.” 

“Nice outfit change,” praying the familiar voice was that of one of the guys. You tear your eyes away from Katie to see Tristan standing at the table. “Mind if I sit?”

“Yes,” you and Katie say in unison, as he decides to sit anyway.

You whip out your phone, hoping to find a message from Roope telling you the guys went somewhere within the bar. With Katie still on her phone, and you not wanting Tristan to ask more questions, you send her ‘Anything from Jamie???’

‘No, I’m gonna go find them.’

‘NO! Please don’t leave me with him!’

You text Roope an SOS text, only to feel a vibration in the pocket of his jacket. ‘My dumbass left his phone here. Get Jamie or Tyler to tell him to get here ASAP please!’ you send to Katie, trying your hardest to ignore whatever it is Tristan is babbling about, him moving closer and closer to you as you try to inch away. 

“So are you from the area?” Tristan asks. You can feel his hand getting closer to your thigh as he tries to lean in, probably so he can ‘hear you better,’ as you can imagine he would try to claim.

“Yeah.” 

“Where do you live?”

“Around.” 

“With your friend here?” he motions to Katie, who is still on her phone trying to get a hold of the boys.

“No.” 

“So do you live by yourself?” His hand is inching closer and closer to your leg. No matter how much you squirm away from him, he still tries to get closer.

“No, I live with my boyfriend,” you lie. He doesn’t need to know you don’t actually live with Roope. But who cares?

“Boyfriend? You don’t have a boyfriend,” he says confidently, his hand finding his way onto your thigh.

You push him off, practically jumping into Katie as you can feel the anger inside you boiling up, “Excuse me? Who are you to tell me I don’t have a boyfriend?” Katie gets out of the booth, pulling you with her as Tristan does the same, following the two of you.

“If you had a boyfriend, he would be with you right now.” He follows you, trying to grab onto the hand that’s holding your drink.

Katie leads you through the bar, twisting through the people for what seems like forever, trying to lose Tristan but not succeeding in the meantime. You finally think you see one of the guys, towering over the rest of the people. 

“Is that Jamie over there?” you point to the back near the wall, looking for the blonde mess of hair that would be Roope.

“Oh, thank god,” you hear Katie let out, Tristan still following you and asking you about your boyfriend. All you can do is try to ignore him once you get up to Jamie. “Where’s Roope?” Katie asks him, not letting go of your hand, Tristan a few feet behind.

“He should be with Tyler,” Jamie says, scanning the area for the two. He takes Katie’s free hand, leading the two of you like toddlers through the bar over to Tyler and Roope. 

You let go of Katie’s hand, feeling tears start to form in your eyes once you see Roope, knowing Tristan is still behind you. You practically run into Roope, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, as he does the same. “Babe, are you ok?” 

“Please always have your phone with you when we’re out, especially if you and the other idiots decide to wander,” you tell him, taking his phone out of his jacket pocket, which lights up with your text message from earlier. 

“What’s this?”

“No, it’s fine now that I’m with you.”

“There’s a guy bothering you?” You can see the anger in his eyes, Tyler and Jamie rushing over once they heard Roope’s voice.

“It’s fine, I promise.” 

It wasn’t fine. Because who else but Tristan would show up, “This guy bothering you, hun?”

“Uh, no. I think you’re bothering my girlfriend, actually.” Roope walks right up to him, Jamie and Tyler behind him. With all three of them being over six feet, Tristan seemed so small as they towered over him. 

“Roope, do not.” You sandwich your way between Roope and Tristan, trying to get Roope to look at you. You know he wants to hit him. It was the protective part of him that was taking over him, especially once he read the SOS text. The last thing you needed was for him to get into a fight and get all of you kicked out of the bar. “He’s not worth it.” 

“Excuse me?” you hear Tristan say, “I’m not worth it?” 

“No. You’re not. You have been nothing but a creep this entire night, even when I said I have a boyfriend,” you start to get mad yourself, Roope’s arm snaking around your waist to try to calm you down. “So unless you want to get into a fight with three of the Dallas Stars, I would suggest you leave.” 

Tristan does as you demand, his eyes wide open as he runs away from you and the guys. “I can’t believe I just did that,” you spit out, turning to Roope and practically crumbling in his arms. 

“I want to go after him.”

“No. Stay here with me. Take it out on Tyler next practice,” you joke, referring to earlier.

“I don’t think I want him to anymore,” Tyler says, backing away from the two of you, the guys laughing around you.

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Underneath The Spotlight- A Sanders Sides Fic

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Chapter 12- The Most Stressful Twenty Seconds of Patton’s Life So Far

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Warnings: Nausea, anxiety, stress, mentions of food, cursing, caps

A/N: this is it folks! Everyone wish Patton good luck, he’s gonna need it

Patton swore he was about to be sick. Waiting in the wings for the first of his back-to-back dances, wearing his next costume underneath his current one, not even Janus’ arms around his waist and soothing voice in his ears could calm his nerves. His breathing became erratic as he felt tears well in his eyes. Janus took his face in his hands.

“Here now, it’s ok. Don’t cry, your makeup will run.”

Patton violently shook his head. “Janus I can’t do this. It’s gonna fail, and I’m gonna miss my next dance, and all that hard work will be for nothing-“

“Patton Hart, you listen to me. Everything is going to be fine. I am here, and I will get you through this.”

Patton nodded but didn’t seem convinced, but it was too late for Janus to try and comfort him any further as suddenly the sound of applause filled Patton’s ears. Janus hugged him tight.

“I’ll meet you round the other side of the stage. Good luck, darling.”

Patton nodded as Janus left him. He truly was in this alone now. This had to go perfectly. It was now or never.

Patton pushed all his fears and anxieties down as the music began, plastering on a big smile as he walked on stage, ready to attack this energetic and fast-tempo dance with everything he had. He’d always enjoyed the more upbeat dance styles, they were much easier for someone of his short stature. Because he was so small, he struggled with the more lyrical and graceful styles- he only really enjoyed ballroom due to being partnered with Janus, he had no idea how dancers like Roman made it look so easy. This routine, however, was more up Patton’s street- it was extremely fast-paced and incorporated elements of jive with lots of kicks and leaps- it was probably one of Patton’s favourites he had ever danced... it would be great if all this impending anxiety and dread could just give it a rest. Patton’s stamina had significantly improved since he started rehearsing this routine, although it still wasn’t anywhere near on the level of Roman’s, Patton knew that wasn’t the real reason his heart rate began steadily climbing towards the second half of the routine. He performed the final steps and beamed out to the audience as he struck the final pose, taking in the sound of applause with pride. But as soon as the lights fell all of that collapsed, and he sprinted off stage faster than he’d ever ran in his life.

Janus, Remus, Virgil and a few others were gathered around a chair waiting for him, each holding an accessory for his next costume. Patton dove into the seat, holding out his arms and legs as about six people swarmed his vision, and he felt his shoelaces loosen and his shoes fall off.

“Virgil, take off his bowtie!”

“Who’s got his hat?!”

“Put on that other shoe!”

“Careful with his makeup!”

“Tie it faster!”

“Hurry up!”

“We can’t stall the music much longer-“

“Five seconds!”

The only coherent thought Patton managed to have throughout this process was “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone tie shoes so fast in my life...” When he was in it to help one of his friends, Remus always pulled it out of the bag. Tying dance shoes at hyperspeed was apparently one of his hidden talents.

A tap on the shoulder from Janus signalled to Patton that he was ready to go, and as he arrived in the wing ready for his next dance, looking himself up and down to give his costume a final check, it dawned upon him that he was actually early. He strolled out onto the stage, beaming with pride, ready to dance his heart out once again. Before arriving in his position on stage, he locked eyes with Roman (also in this dance) for a split second who grinned at him and seemed to say “you made it!” And Patton grinned back. Transforming his outfit in twenty seconds, mastering the art of telepathy, Patton seemed to have achieved it all on that night. What had once seemed impossible, helped by his amazing friends, somehow, he had managed it. And now, once again, he was doing what he loved, performing amazing dance routines on a grand stage. Patton had never felt more on top of the world...

Upon return to the dressing room, Patton launched himself at Janus, babbling words of thanks into his shoulders. Janus merely said.

“Don’t mention it, Patton. It was my pleasure to help you, my love. I couldn’t have asked for a better dance partner these last few months.”

Patton beamed up at him.

“Me either. I love you too.”

Janus suddenly looked as if struck by an idea.

“You know what you deserve?”

Patton tilted his head to the side, giving that damn innocently curious look he’d given all those months ago when Janus had first taught him the waltz, when he’d first fallen in love with him. He gave the smaller boy a fond smile.

“Pizza.”

Patton’s face lit up in a bright smile and he began clapping his hands together at some impossible frequency. Then his face fell a little.

“Aww, Janus that’s such a sweet idea, and I am a little hungry but I don’t think we’re allowed to-“

But it was too late, Janus was already phoning the pizza place.

“Hello, can I place an order please?... could I have two margaritas, two vegetarians, one with ham and pineapple... for the tasteless gremlin over here,” Janus mumbled, giving Remus a derogatory glance, “and...” Janus placed his hand over the microphone to call across the dressing room

“Hey Roman what kind of pizza do you want?”

There was currently a full-scale operation going on across the room to get both twins ready for a dance, Roman turned away from the mirror for a second to shout “Pepperoni please!” before bolting it out of the dressing room towards the stage.

Janus picked up the phone again. “And one with pepperoni please. Oh, delivery address... uhm... you can just bring it to the theatre foyer. Yes, the theatre. Yeah, the big one in the town square. No, this isn’t a prank! I just want pizza!”

Patton chuckled into his sleeve as Janus began to look frustrated.

“Thank you, have a nice evening.” Janus hung up. “Should be here in just over twenty minutes... that should be basically straight after the show finishes.”

“We’ll have to get to the foyer quickly, then.”

“We’ll work something out-“

“LOGAN HELP I CAN’T GET MY SHOE ON!”

“Remus what the hell do you mean?”

“I CAN’T TIE IT UP THE LACE HAS SNAPPED!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S SNAPPED?!”

“I MEANT WHAT I SAID! LO YOU’VE GOTTA HELP!”

“REMUS KINGSLEY I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD-“

Patton and Janus watched the commotion unfold as Logan took the lace out of Remus’ shoe that was indeed completely snapped in half, while Virgil watched helplessly.

“How the fuck have you done that?!” Virgil asked.

“Lecture me later, this is kinda time sensitive!” Remus yelled. He was somehow never ready for his dances in time, despite him having much fewer of them compared to Roman.

“We’re about the same size, just bloody take mine,” said Janus, throwing his left shoe across the room while Patton swore he heard Virgil say “yeet” under his breath. Logan caught it and gave it to Remus, before going to sit in his chair and lean his head against the mirror while pinching the bridge of his nose and taking deep breaths. Janus couldn’t help but laugh at this while Virgil helped Remus tie his laces before he raced out of the room, now wearing one of his own shoes and one of Janus’. Patton laughed out loud because now he could rest easy, with only a couple more dances to go and the promise of pizza afterwards, and the knowledge that he just did something he once thought to be impossible.

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It’s a Date (Poe Dameron x Reader) - Kilig

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader 

Warnings: This can be read alone or as part of the Kilig series. Cursing. Drinking. No other warnings I can think of unless your secondhand embarrassment is really bad. 

Word count: 4k+ 

A/N: I’ve switched the POV from first person to second person

Kilig is a Tagalog word to describe the feeling of excitement and exhilaration and possibly embarrassment from anything remotely romantic.

Part 1 + Part 2 + Part 3 + Masterlist

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“SHUT UP!” Rose exclaimed, hitting your arm way harder than you expected.

“You are too loud!” You shushed. “And that hurt!”

“I can’t help it!” She squealed. “You and Poe are finally going on a date! This is big news!”

“You and Poe are going on a date?!” Finn questioned, appearing behind you, seemingly out of nowhere.

“You two might as well announce it to the whole base.” You remarked dryly.

“Announce what?” General Organa asked, also appearing out of nowhere and joining your group. Ah shit. Finn and Rose were —  for once — speechless, and their guilty glances flittered between you and the general who stood patiently, awaiting an answer.

“Uhhh…General! Good to see you.” You greeted, knowing your attempt at a cheerful smile didn’t quite reach your panicked eyes.

“Good to see you too. Now what were you two going to announce to the whole base?” You could’ve sworn General Organa’s eyes were bemused at the two Resistance members looking to each other for an answer. You stood at General Organa’s side, wide-eyed and subtly making a quick side-to-side motion with your fingers pointed to your neck, warning Finn and Rose not to fold.

“Uh Rose…just wanted to let everyone know that she…uh-she…wants” Finn stuttered, blinking  repeatedly at much too rapid of a pace.

“She and Poe are going on a date!” Rose blurted out and looked at you apologetically “I’m sorry, General Organa was looking at me, and I can’t lie to her!” You felt heat creeping up your neck, pointedly not meeting General Organa’s eyes which were now studying you.

“Well, that’s nice to hear. Maker knows he’s been trying to date you since you almost broke his nose.” It was your turn to stare wide-eyed at General Organa’s statement.

“Wh-What? You know about us?!” You stammered in disbelief.

“Honey, everyone knows about the two of you. For what it’s worth, I approve. My advice? Just slap him around a little bit when he gets to be too much,” General Organa winked and patted your shoulder comfortingly before walking away. All three of you stared at her retreating figure, jaws dropped in disbelief at General Organa’s verbal approval of you and Poe. Finn was the first one to break out of his stupor, shaking his head, and turning to you.

“So what are you doing for your first date?” Finn asked.

“I don’t know actually. He hasn’t told me anything other than it’s tomorrow night.” You shrugged. Rose started excitedly shaking both of her fists and squealing, a giddy smile spread wide across her face.

“Oh that is so romantic! You have to tell us everything about your date right after!”

“You have a date?” Pava asked, overhearing Rose’s squeals on her way to the landing area. You knocked your head back and loudly groaned in frustration. You really should just announce it to the whole base at this point. Pava responded by softly bumping her shoulder against yours. “Is it with a certain commander?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Is it?” Bump. “Is it?” Bump. “Tell me, is it?”

“Ok, I have actual work to do now, so I will see you all later.” You saluted your three friends and walked away, fighting a smile from making its way onto your face.

“SO IS IT?!” You heard Pava bellow from a distance. The faint giggles of Finn and Rose following her loud outburst.

The rest of the day passed by without much fanfare. Your new role as one of the lead communications officers meant you had to shadow the more experienced officers before being allowed to run point on a mission by yourself. This meant long days of trailing behind your experienced colleagues, taking notes, and working under direct supervision. Added together with the stress of a new position made for an exhausting and — at times — monotonous day. Of course, the highlight of your day was your lunch with Poe. You faintly smiled at the thought of the dark-haired debonaire. Ever since your first lunch together, he always made a point to spend his lunch breaks with you. There were times you had been overly occupied with your work, buzzing around command center, consumed with accomplishing tasks and making the most of your time.

However, on his lunch break — without fail — you would look up to see Poe leaning against the wall by the door, patiently waiting for you to take your break. When you would finally take notice of him, there was never a hint of impatience in his eyes. He seemed almost…content…just watching you work, as if there was nothing else he would rather be doing. The moment you met his gaze, he always greeted you with his bright smile which you couldn’t help but reflect. You would quickly excuse  yourself once you’ve finished whatever task you were doing and walk over to him, fighting off the giddy urge to run to him instead. He would offer his arm and pull you close when strolling over to the mess hall. After a few of your daily lunches, he had finally asked you out on a date when he escorted you back to command center. The urge to yell out “Finally!” was overwhelming. Instead, you settled for, “Sure. I mean, yes!”

Presently, you were wrapping up documentation on intel that had been collected from Coruscant. Your head did a double-take and furrowed your brows at the sight of Poe leaning up against the wall. It was the end of your shift, and other than your daily lunches, you usually wouldn’t see each other until much later when he finished his work. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way toward you.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” you questioned.

“I just wanted to see you.” Poe remarked, giving his signature smile, making your knees go weak.

“You saw me earlier.” you retorted.

“You’re worth a second look. And a third. And a fourth. In fact, I’m gonna walk back in to…”

“Alright, Dameron.” You put your hand up, rolling your eyes. The heat in your neck and cheeks was growing with every word he uttered. “I meant I usually don’t see until you’re finished with briefings and drills.”

“I wanted to let you know that I can’t make it to lunch tomorrow.”

“What?! Why?”

“I gotta get ready for our date,” Poe laughed. Your shoulders visibly relaxed at his answer although the disappointment at not seeing him until tomorrow night was starting to settle. Poe’s hand trailed down your arm and took your hand. “Hey, it’s okay. I told you I already got all of this planned out. All you have to do is meet me at the Millennium Falcon tomorrow night.” He kissed your hand. His soft lips sparked a warm spark to travel from your hand to your neck.

“Ok. Could you please give me a hint of what you have planned for tomorrow?”

“Mmmm you should cover up.”

“…That’s a sexy hint,” you deadpanned.

“Had something else in mind?” Poe winked suggestively. You snatched your hand out of his grip, cheeks burning, hand poised at the ready to hit him in the chest. Poe raised both of his hands in surrender. “What? I am down for whatever you wanna try.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Trust me. I got this. I do have one question though.”

“What is it?”

“How many people did you tell about our date tonight?” Your jaw dropped.

“I—wha…ugh! I’m going to kill them!” you growled. “How many people know?!”

“Uh…based on how many people asked me about it today, a lot.” Poe answered.

“Oh Maker! I didn’t want everyone to know! I told Rose but Finn overheard and then General Organa overheard who was like ‘oh I approve’ and I thought that was that and then Pava heard Finn talking about it, and…” Poe grabbed your shoulders, effectively halting your babbling.

“Hey! It’s ok. I don’t mind people knowing.”

“I kinda mind.” You shrugged.

Poe’s brow knitted at your words. “What do you mean?”

“It’s not that I don’t want people knowing about us. It’s just that…I wanted this moment to be between you and me first.This is a small base, Poe. Everyone is going to ask us about us. Hell, they’re already asking you about us.”

Poe contemplated your explanation before nodding his head in understanding. He pulled you into his arms, providing a comfort that muted the nervous buzzing in your head. You wrapped your arms around his waist and melted into his embrace. “Let’s take things one step at a time, alright? We still have a date to go on.” You felt the lingering soft touch of his lips on your forehead. “And if they talk? Who cares?”

You tightened your arms around his waist and mumbled against his chest, “You’re right. You’re right. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” You gently pushed against his chest, trying to pull away from his embrace. Poe responded by tightening his arms, effectively squishing your face against his chest. He smelt of fuel, sweat, and faint traces of his cologne: an intoxicating blend only he could ever possess. Your arms fell at your sides. “Poe?”

“Mmmm.”

“You can let go now.”

“I know.” He didn’t let go. The deep rumble of his chest prompted you to wrap your arms around him again. Taking this all in. Paying no mind to the fact he and you still stood in the command center; its several occupants pointedly refusing to glance at your display of affection though you took notice none of them were speaking. Their ears were directed toward the two of you. Poe tightened his his embrace one more time before letting go — the absence of his warmth left you longing. “Tomorrow night. I’ll see you then.”

You nodded. He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek before jogging away. The site of his kiss left its burning mark, and your hand flexed at the urge to immediately caress your cheek. Tomorrow is not too far, you thought. Your colleagues’ heads whipped away from your gaze when you turned around, busying themselves with menial tasks and nodding at each other — babbling vaguely related chatter. These next few hours were going to be interesting, you mused.

And interesting they were indeed. The next day, rumors and whispers about you and Poe spread like wildfire throughout the base. People bombarded you with an endless stream of questions about your first meeting, your lunches, and what your first date was going to be. It seemed the gossip provided a much-needed distraction from the realities of war, and people were much too eager to partake in it. On the other hand, any person could have walked up to you, placed their hands on your face, and sworn you were feeling sick. You appetite had diminished. Every rumor and question not only fanned the the heat in your cheeks but also the nervousness you felt about what Poe had planned. He gave no hints as to what was actually happening tonight. The rumors grew a life of their own; by the time you had to get ready, people had built up their own scenarios of your first date.

“So is Poe really taking you to Naboo?” Rose asked, taking a seat next to you in bed. She found you in the barracks, lying down, and looking up at the ceiling — fanning yourself from the inescapable jungle heat. “I always thought that was such a romantic place! I’ve always wanted to go.”

You met Rose’s question with a scoff. “I told you I don’t know anything about the date. I think everyone knows more than I do. General Organa even gave me the rest of the day off.”

“Soooo…are you hiding?”

“No, I was trying to nap the anxiety away.”

“Did it work?”

“No.”

“Come on. Get up.” Rose shoved your legs off the side of the bed with a surprising amount of strength. “You haven’t even gotten ready, and you only have an hour.” You groaned, sliding the rest of your body off the bed. Taking into account Poe’s sole hint, you wore a white long sleeve with your brown slacks and black boots. Rose, meanwhile, was listing off the different date ideas she had collected from others throughout the day.

“Maybe Poe will take you to Coruscant! I heard they had a bunch of nice restaurants there!” Rose suggested.

“Eh maybe,” you were absentmindedly tucking in your shirt into your slacks then buckling the belt. This proved to be a harder task than normal granted your fingers were shaking. You wiped off your sweaty palms onto your slacks, disguising the movement as straightening out any wrinkles.

“Or maybe Poe will recreate your first lunch together as your date!” A series of excited beeps came from the doorway. BB-8 rolled over to you and chirped a hello, informing you that it is here to take you to the Millennium Falcon. “Oh my gosh how cute!” Rose gushed. The pounding in your chest spiked, and your head whipped around to Rose.

“Ok how do I look?!” you asked frantically.

“You look great! Tell me all about it when you come back!” You nodded, but your feet remained firmly planted in place.

“What if I mess something up? Oh gosh what if this doesn’t go well? What if he changes his mind?” You couldn’t keep yourself from rambling. The moment was forthcoming, and the anticipation amplified by all those around you added to the existing anxiety you felt. Rose giggled and nudged you toward BB-8 who could not keep itself from rolling back and forth animatedly.

“It’s gonna be fine! Have fun!” Rose waved goodbye as we left the barracks. The walk to the Millennium Falcon was not far by any means, but even BB-8’s excitement wasn’t enough to calm your fretting mind. You trust Poe. Of course you trust Poe. But a series of ‘what if’s?’ went through your mind as you and BB-8 made your way over to the Millennium Falcon. What if the date doesn’t go well? What if Poe changes his mind about you tonight? What if…?

The sight of Poe turning around and catching your gaze silenced all anxieties and doubts. He was standing in the middle of the path, and you laughed at the sight. The man was wearing an outfit almost identical to yours. The differentiating factor was his dark brown leather jacket which looked especially dashing on him tonight. The sky was melding into hues of soft oranges, pinks, violets, and reds —  forming a picturesque sight to see of Poe Dameron. His chiseled face looked cleanly shaved. The blue shadow of his usual stubble that often occupied his jawline was only faintly there. His curls sat perfectly atop his head, and he stood ripping a white handkerchief.

“Hey,” Poe greeted, holding your gaze as you walked towards him — bringing on a now-familiar heat to your cheeks. He scanned you up and down, grinning. “Wow… you look beautiful.”

“I look like you!”

“See that? We’re already linked!” He pulled you into his arms into a brief embrace. “I mean it.” His voice dropped an octave as he muttered the next words. “You really do look beautiful.”

“You look…handsome,” you whispered in reply. “It’s almost annoying.” Poe pulled away, beaming. He held up the white handkerchief in his hand.

“Ok before I show you what I have planned, I need you to put this blindfold on.”

“Poe, is that really necessary? I can just close my eyes.”

“Come on! It’s part of the surprise. Do you trust me?”

“…Yes,” you sighed admittedly. He came up behind you and tied the blindfold around your eyes. Your senses heightened at the absence of your sight, immediately trying to place where Poe was. Poe thanked BB-8 for all its help, and the droid beeped in response before whirring away — leaving the two of you alone. Poe placed his warm hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing up and down your arms. His touch made your breath hitch.

You could feel the presence of his lips by your ears; his deep voice whispered, “Are you ready?” You nodded. He gently led you down the path, occasionally warning you to mind your step. The first thing you noticed was the unmistakable musk of smoke, followed by the crackling and pops of a campfire. Poe halted your movements and removed your blindfold. Your jaw dropped.

The Millennium Falcon’s boarding ramp was open, emanating a soft light onto the clearing. The clearing in front of the cargo ship boasted a makeshift pit in the middle — a medium-sized fire already burning, adding to the dream-like, serene atmosphere and melting some of the humidity out from the tropical air. Between the fire and the boarding ramp, a large blanket was spread out. The center of the blanket held an impressive display. Two large pillows were on either side of a wide gray box that acted as a table. The ‘table’ had trays of food, two bottles of wine, and, placed in the center, a canteen filled with rominarias.

“I…uh…I might have gone overboard, but I figured you —“

“It’s perfect,” you whispered. Poe let out a sigh of relief at your reaction. He straightened up his jacket and posture, cleared his throat, and offered his arm. Poe led you to sit on one of the pillows, and he made his way to the other side. The ambient lighting did wonders to highlight the sharp planes of his features. His presence enough to rob you of your breath. Lost for words, you pressed your two fingers to your pulse point, the steady beating of your heart grounding you. Poe cleared his throat.

“I thought you’d like to be more lowkey with you know…everything,” Poe explained. He popped open one of the bottles of wine and poured equal amounts into your glasses. “Cheers.” The two of you clinked your glasses together, and you gulped a generous portion of the wine, reveling in the warm, liquid courage it brought. Swallowing the knot at the base of your throat, you managed to croak out.

“Yeah it’s great! It is…but…there is one thing that’s off.” Poe sputtered out his drink, eyes going wide at your comment.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“…I can’t hear you all the way from over there,” you teased.

Poe smirked and quickly gathered up his pillow — plopping into the space next to you. He rested his hand on your other side, his arm coyly close to your back, and his body close to yours. “If you say so.”

The conversation started to effortlessly flow after breaking the tension between you two, with the aid of several glasses of wine. The night had long gone dark, and the only light was provided by the crackling fire and the light from the Millennium Falcon. Sometime during the night, Poe’s leather jacket was laid on your shoulders, adding extra protection from the bugs flying about the air. The trays of food were steadily cleared of its contents. Currently, Poe and you were seated facing each other, locked in a playful — and to be quite  honest, tipsy — competition to see who can catch the most grapes in their mouth. Poe was beating you — at the very game you suggested — by a laughable margin.

“You’re cheating!” You giggled, lightly slapping his chest.

“How?! You suck at this,” Poe garbled through a mouthful of grapes.

“Okay. One more time, for the win.” Your eyes focused on the grape in your hand, determinedly. You tossed the grape straight up in the air, clearly in the path for it to land in your open mouth, only for Poe to slightly pull you towards him and out of the way. The grape smacked your eye, eliciting an offended yelp out of you. Poe couldn’t contain his laughter at your plight.

“Now watch the champion work.” Poe winked and tossed the grape into the air. Instead of settling for a slight nudge, you tackled him to the ground, the grape bouncing off your back. Poe laughed even harder, his arms securing you on top as you fell the short distance to the ground together. You pushed yourself off your elbows.

“You are a cheater! You just couldn’t stand to let me win!”

“From where I am, I’m definitely still the winner here.” Your cheeks flamed at his comment, taking notice of your suggestive position. Your hips were straddling his. Poe’s knees were flexed, keeping you in place. Your hands were on his chest, his hands on your hips, and your world came to a dizzying pause. Only the sound of the sizzles, crackles, and pop of the fire were heard between you two. Neither making a move to change positions. Only watching each other’s movements expressions. Your fingers felt the tiny ridges of the metal chain he wore around his neck. The bottom of the chain held a ring.  

“What’s this?” you asked. Poe pushed himself off the ground, and you slightly moved down his legs, remaining on top of him. He pulled a steel ring out from under his shirt and held it up to the light. The brushed steel was polished neatly. Poe was twisting the ring between his fingers, studying the small glints of light that would result.

“The ring was my mom’s. She was a pilot in the Rebel Alliance. She’s the one who taught me how to fly in her A-wing. Leia always said she was strong, smart, highly-skilled, although stubborn at times…”

“Sounds like someone else I know,” you quipped. Poe chuckled in agreement.

“Yeah…I like to wear it as a reminder.”

“Of what?” You whispered as your fingers were absentmindedly playing with the curls on his head — observing the ring.

“Of what this…this war…is all for.” Poe lifted his head, simultaneously tilting your chin upwards, locking your gazes together. You’re not sure what it was. The long-standing tension. His persistent efforts. It could have been his looks. His charm. The fact he planned all this for you. Something. Something pulled you to him. Led you to lean closer and close the distance. Poe placed his hands on both your cheeks, leaning closer to you. You closed your eyes and soon felt the faint outline of his soft lips on yours. Closer.

Poe took you by surprise when he pulled away. He tilted his forehead to rest against yours, taking a breath before, whispering.

“I wanna do this right,” Poe explained. “We’re both tipsy. It’s not right.” You pulled away to fully look at him. “I want to remember every detail of the first time we kiss,” he whispered. His words fanned the warmth fluttering in your chest. Though slightly dejected, you nodded in agreement.

“Who knew Poe Dameron could be such a romantic?” you teased, playing with the ring that was now proudly displayed against his chest. Poe took your hand and placed tiny kisses on the back, trailing to your fingers, and ending in the palm of your hand. Poe laid back down and gently pulled you to follow suit. You laid at his side, snuggled into his comforting warmth. He placed his arm around you, and his other hand reached for yours and placed it on top of his chest — on top of his mother’s ring. You studied the dancing shadows of the fire’s light on his face, reveling in the all the feelings Poe Dameron drew out in you. Poe caught you studying him and smiled.

“How was this for a first date?” he asked.

“Pretty good.” you grinned in response. He hummed in delight. He brought you closer to place a kiss on your forehead and squeezed your hand. You felt the dull thumping of his heartbeat against your hand. Curious, you slowly brought your other hand flat against your own chest. The combined sounds made your breath hitch in your throat. The melodic chorus of both of your hearts were beating in unison. Together in time. As one.

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Spaghetti Girl (Part 2/3)

Dean x Reader

Synopsis: Ok so I had a really good description but lost it so.....yeah. Can’t think of words right now. Will add synopsis later...This is one of my favorite SPN fanfics I’ve written, so please read!

Word Count: 1790

Warnings: none

You had no idea Dean had a tender smile playing on his lips as he watched you dance. If one could really call it dancing. But it was good exercise and ten times more fun than your everyday workout routine your doctor had you on in an attempt to keep your symptoms down. 

Speaking of which, you would have to tell the boys you needed to split for a couple of weeks to go for your check-up, refill your meds, and probably get your yearly MRI done. The thought had you unknowingly stop dancing mid-song, a frown marred your features. How would you go about telling Dean you suddenly had to leave? You had no family, none who were blood related, anyway. They were the only hunters you really knew, so you couldn’t claim you were visiting another hunter. Maybe you could tell him you found a simple case. No need for them to come along. Maybe you could slip away. It’s not like Dean would really notice. He had made it clear he doesn’t like you anyway. 

Snapping your fingers, you strode out of the room, deciding that you’d tell Sam you would be gone for a couple of weeks and slip away that night with Dean none the wiser. Perfect! Then Sam could tell Dean you had to leave for whatever reason. That was, if he even noticed you were gone. For now, you would pack and find Sam.

Packing took less than ten minutes. You had decided to only take the essentials, a couple of books, and your trusty weapons duffell that barely left your side, just in case. You decided not to worry about your missing Nicholas Sparks book. You could always buy another one anyway. Sam, on the other hand, took a few minutes to find. When you did find him, you were surprised to see him in the kitchen. Alone.

“I thought Dean was making dinner?” You asked, slowly stepping into the room, eyes roaming for Dean, worried he would pop out any second and ask questions you didn’t want to answer. There was no way you could lie through one of his interrogations. The mouthwatering aroma of beef and red sauce didn’t even penetrate your senses, you were so nervous.

“Uh, he was,” Sam looked over his shoulder and continued when he didn’t see Dean with you. “He is, really. He had to step out for a sec. Looks like he made our famous Winchester Pasta Sauce too,” he smiled. Maybe he could help his brother out a little. He did seem a bit desperate earlier.

“Oh good. About him stepping out, I mean. And the sauce. Sounds delicious,” you babbled. Taking a deep breath, you continued. “Anyway, Sam.”

“Yeah?”

“I gotta leave tonight. I, uh, have someplace I have to be. Is it okay if I leave most of my stuff here?”

“Yeah that’s fine. Y/n, you know you’re welcome anytime and that room will always be yours, right? You’ve been here for a few months now. I was hoping you were thinking of this place as your home.”

“Yeah, yeah. It is. I just wanted to make sure, thanks.” You hoped he wouldn’t ask any questions as you awkwardly stood there, rubbing your hands up and down your hips. A sad attempt at wiping the sweat off your clammy palms. That happened when you were nervous… or lying. Or anytime you felt distressed, really.

“So, where are you going?”

“Denver,” you lied. You were actually going to St. Louis, but you didn’t want Sam to have to lie to Dean. This way if he asks or goes looking for you -which would happen with your luck- Dean won’t find out what’s really going on. Then he’ll never know about your neuromuscular problem and you’ll be able to continue hunting with them. You knew it was stupid, really. You knew hunting wasn’t the smartest thing to be doing with your disease. Not smart at all actually, but you felt like you were really helping people and that felt good. Nothing was going to keep you from ganking creeps and killers if you had any say in the matter. Not even the Winchesters. Luckily you caught the disease early on, so for now, your symptoms haven’t completely disabled you. Make things difficult? Yes. But you haven’t gotten to the point where your limbs don’t listen at all.

“So, why Denver?” 

“Change of scenery,” you shrugged. “I like the Rockies. It’ll be a nice vacation and Dean won’t have to be on his toes around me all the time.”

“I don’t think Dean minds having you around, y/n.”

“It’s okay, Sam, really. Some people just don’t click, ya know?” Even though you had wished that Dean would notice you. Or at least talk to you. Or that you would grow on him over time, like asparagus. Nobody really likes asparagus the first few times they try them.

“You gonna leave after dinner?”

“Yeah, tonight. After you guys go to bed.”

“No goodbye, huh?” Sam chuckled.

“This is my goodbye, Tallboy,” you smacked him playfully on the arm. “I just figured Dean isn’t going to care one way or the other. So instead of making him wish me luck and say goodbye, I’ll just slip out.” You smiled sadly. You think Dean and yourself would get along well if he gave you the chance. You both love classic rock and you’re both great hunters. He always makes you laugh when he deigns to tell jokes in front of you. Not that he ever tells you the jokes. “Besides,” you continued, “I’ll only be gone a couple of weeks.”

Around the corner in the hallway, Dean’s heart sank to the pit of his stomach. You were leaving. You were leaving that night and you weren’t going to tell him goodbye. Had he really made you think that little of him?

He had followed you to your room earlier, watched you pack and wondered what for. Now he knew. 

Without warning he walked into the kitchen as if he had no clue about the conversation. “Hey.”

“You’re back,” Sam stated the obvious, noticing immediately something was wrong, but kept silent about it as he moved away from the stove. “Uh, I went ahead and added the sauce.”

“Yeah, thanks man.” Dean was furious with you. Not that he had any right to be and he knew it. Which only made it worse. He wanted a nickname. He wanted you to tell him goodbye, for you tell him about your medical stuff. He wanted you to talk to him about books and movies and music and- well, everything. Yet all he had done was make everything worse and now, when he finally decides to show you he wants you- needs you, really- you’re leaving. For two whole weeks. He was going to lose his mind without you around. It was hard enough making you partner with Sam on hunts. At least in those situations he would be within hearing distance. But Denver?

“Spaghetti will be done soon, y/n, if you wanted some,” Dean said, unable to face you. 

If you wanted some? Of course you wanted some. There was no way even Dean didn’t know spaghetti was your favorite food of all time. Actually, maybe there was a chance he didn’t know. Considering he always seemed to go out of his way to ignore you.

“Yeah, thanks. I’ll go clean up real quick,” you said, slipping out of the kitchen. Sometimes Dean could seriously be frustrating. Maybe it was time you started thinking about leaving the Winchester’s bunker permanently. Obviously only one brother wanted you there, as much as you wished it wasn’t so, and it wasn’t the one in charge.

“That was-”

“A disaster, Sam. A complete and total disaster.”

“Well, as long as you-”

“Know? Yeah, I know. I heard every freakin’ word, Sam. Every. Word.”

“Oh. It’s only for a couple of weeks, Dean.”

“Only!? I’ve already wasted three months! Possibly ruined any chance I have.”

“I doubt that. Y/n’s naturally forgiving. We can come up with a plan while she’s gone. A whole new Dean.” Sam moved his hand in front of him as if he was reading the words in the air.

“Or we could follow her and make up a plan on the way.” Dean poured the sauce in with the noodles and started mixing aggressively.

“Follow her?”

“Yeah. To Denver.”

“You mean St. Louis.”

“No,” Dean shook his head. “I mean Denver. That’s what she said.”

“Yeah, but she was lying. You’d know that if you were in the room with us earlier. There’s no way she’s going to Denver.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Dean whisper-hissed as he heard you walking their direction from down the hall.

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Both Winchesters were sleeping as you tiptoed through the halls. You had put your bags in your old Wrangler while Dean finished up the spaghetti. And by bags, you meant all of them. You were leaving the Winchesters for good. Never to return. You were sad about not telling Sam to his face, but a letter would have to suffice. There was no way you were going to go one more day in Dean’s presence. You have no idea what you ever did to him, but that man really didn’t like you. He only tolerated you because you and Sam got along so well and you knew it. But now you had to get to your check-up with Doc.

“Dean!” Sam yelled, shaking his brother awake. They had decided after dinner to head out after you in the morning. Sam had put a tracking device in your phone the first week you stayed at the bunker. So following you would be easy. “Dean! Wake up! She’s gone. Like gone gone.”

“Gone?” He shot up, clothes still on from yesterday. He didn’t want to waste even a second when they were to head after you.

“Yeah, she left a letter. Dude, she really thinks you hate her.”

“Give me that,” he snatched the paper out of Sam’s hand and sat up to read.

Sam,

I’m sorry, but this is a permanent goodbye. I know we get along splendidly and you make me feel very welcome, but Dean can’t stand me. I’m done making him feel uncomfortable in his own home. For that’s exactly what the bunker is for you guys.

I’ll miss you Tallboy. I hope you both live long lives like you’re meant to because the world would be nothing without you guys. Be careful out there. Maybe someday we’ll meet up again. 

Thanks for everything,

Y/n

P.S. Let me know if you find my book

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Part 3

[aiyaar]

Solangelo Christmas

Day 4: Christmas love

Justin Bieber- Christmas love

Will was in the infirmary, staring angrily at the window. It's just so unfair. Why did weather had to be like this today? 

It was their year anniversary today. And it had to be perfect. They have planned a very romantic date and Will had a special gift for Nico. But looks like weather didn't want them to be happy on their first anniversary. It has been snowing heavily since yesterday evening.  The roads were blocked. They couldn't leave the Camp. 

Will groaned in frustration, taking his guitar, that was lying in the infirmary bed. All was not lost. He still had his surprise. Of course, it won't happen like he wanted to, in the park and under the light of a street lamp, while snow was falling gently at them. But he felt that he had to do it today.

Ever since he heard that song, he knew that he wants Nico to hear it. It described his love perfectly. The thing is, they started dating in December, so it always was a Christmas miracle for him. He's been practicing this song for a very long time, because he's not really good at music. He even asked his dad to help him. And he was still a little embarrassed about it. He had never played in front of someone. But it wasn't just someone. It was Nico. 

"Hey" he heard a familiar voice and lifted his head. On the threshold stood his beautiful boyfriend. For a moment Will forgot what he wanted to do: he kept staring at Nico, who was covered in snow and flushed with frost.

"Why you're here alone?"

"Everyone's is staying in their cabins today, so no injuries."

"And you called me for what? Want me to freeze to death" Nico said, taking off his jacket.

"Oh, right. So, you know what day it is and I just wanted to-"

"Is that a guitar. Never heard you play before." Nico interrupted him.

"Um, yeah. That was what I wanted to do. I want to sing a song, it's very special and important to me, it's like a gift for both Christmas and our anniversary and I hope you'll like it because I really-" 

"Will" his babble was stopped by a cold hand taking his own. "I already know it'll be amazing."

Will took a deep breath. He need to calm down.

"Fine , I'll start then." He said, picking the strings. And in the very first chord his fingers flopped, the guitar made a terrible sound and he quickly pulled it away.

"No, nope, I can't. I need more practice because it has to be perfect and I-"

"Solace" he was interrupted once again. "Calm down, it's just me.

Just you, Will thought. Just you, with your perfect black eyes and ink curls. Just you with your always pale and cold hands. Just you, my best friend, my support, my boyfriend, my love. 

It wasn't just someone. It was him.

"Ok, I'll start again" Will smiled, feeling more confident. First chords went just right. Then he started singing.

Baby I will not pout

Baby I will not cry

Cause I got your love this christmas time

When the snow's on the ground

And it's freezing outside

I got your love this christmas 

He remembered all the first day they met. It was long time ago, in the Battle of Manhattan. Who would've thought back then...

On every list I've ever sent

You're the gift I'd love the best

So deck the halls and all the rest

Warm me up

With your christmas love

Nico was actually the best gift he'd ever had. And the day they started dating will always be the best.

Hey angel in the snow

I'm under the mistletoe

You are the one

You're my very own christmas love

Tell Santa I'm cool this year

My present is standing right here

Thank gods above for my very own christmas love, yeah

He didn't think about how he sounded anymore. His thoughts was all about love. He sang with his heart.

Like a beautiful tree, you can light up the room

Your kinda star, can't be removed

Like a beautiful carol, I get lost in your song

And I will forever sing along

He lifted his head, when he got to pre-chorus. Nico was beautiful. He could see the light in his eyes. Only now he noticed that black sweater on Nico. His heart felt warm. Nico was so beautiful.

All the lovers around the world 

Let me sing you Merry Merry Christmas

Merry Merry Christmas 

And every boy and every girl

Stay close to the ones you love and thank gods above

That you got someone this year

That can fill your heart with cheer

They wasn't able to spent Christmas together last year. They were too busy with Apollo problem and Will had to go back to his mom and Nico visited his sister in New Rome. But this year they will be together. 

Thank gods above for my very own christmas love

For my very own christmas love

He played the last chord, feeling his heart beating like crazy. Suddenly he was embarrassed again.

"Um, I made some mistakes in the second chorus and sang flat in the end so-"

Cold lips covered his own. All his worries fade away. They pulled apart.

"You'rethe best gift I'v never had." Nico whispered. Will looked him in the eyes, seeing them glistening with tears. 

Will kissed him again, more eagerly this time. It was a very long kiss and they pulled apart, panting. 

"Ti amo tanto" Nico said, beaming at him.

Will smiled, leaning for another kiss when...

"Excuse me." Solace turned around, looking at Sherman Yang, who stood on the threshold, his hand bleeding.

"I didn't want to interrupt such a cute moment but my hand is doing well so..."

"Oh, of course, go sit over there." Will said, feeling pretty embarrassed. Nico was now blushing not from the cold. He jumped to his feet hastily and went to the exit.

"Hey" Will called him. "I'll see you later, my Christmas love." 

Nico flushed even more and quickly left.

Will was smiling the whole time he fixed Sherman's hand.