#and when chuck walks in on him he just Jumps and is so embarrassed like a lil a kid hahah

[handgiven]

@g-dlaughs, cont. from here.

the angel's voice gets caught in his throat and as he caughs, that terrifying light goes out in his eyes. "–⁠ i was just. practicing."

[sluttyminghao]

drunk on love - x.mh

♡ pairing: minghao x fem!reader ♡ w.c.: 1.5k ♡ genre: fluff + smut ♡ warnings: alcohol consumption, reader and hao get a little tipsy, car sex, blowjob ♡ summary: You + minghao + wine tasting = chaos and perhaps a surprise proposal, that has you craving him more than ever. ♡ a/n: hoho surprise i've come out of my writing trenches to produce this! happy (very) belated valentines @hoeforhao, it was so fun being your secret valentine! i had so many issues with reception and not being able to post this so i really hope you like it! this fic is part of @svthub valentine collaboration!

“So, where is this winery?”

“It’s somewhere about 50 minutes away from here…I haven't been to this one before,  so I’m excited to see what they have in store, especially since they’ve got a cute little setup for Valentine's Day right now,” Minghao said. His eyes sparkled as he entered the address in the GPS and buckled his seatbelt. You smile at his excitement, buckling your seatbelt and preparing for the drive.

You make small talk with your boyfriend as he drives the long roads, watching as the city lights fade into the distance and are instead replaced with farm animals, houses on big blocks of land and the occasional roadside stall selling flowers, fruits and vegetables.

As you approach the winery, you sit up in your seat excitedly and let your gaze wander over the large fields of grape vines, the large ranch-style home that definitely could've passed as a mansion, and the small crowds of people gathered around wine barrels, sipping on various wines.

Minghao shares your excitement and jumps out of the car quickly after parking in a secluded area of the car park, hidden by trees, and running around to open your door like the gentleman he is. His face gleams with excitement, and he grips your hand tightly as he walks you both up to the iron-clad bars of the winery. 

It didn’t take long for you and Minghao to be seated, and you quickly began testing the various wines they offered you both, as well as snacking on a small charcuterie board with cheeses and processed meats. The sweet and tangy notes danced on your tongue, and within only an hour or two, your head was beginning to feel light and your body feeling like jelly.

With the timing seeming perfect, he decides now to pull out the small, black velvet box from his jeans pocket and get off his chair onto one knee beside you. It takes you a moment to notice his appearance at your side, and that’s when the tears start flowing. He hadn't even opened his mouth to say anything yet, but you were already bending down to kiss him.

“I know you already know what I’m going to say, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Also, I know it’s cheesy to propose on Valentine's Day, but will you marry me?”

You nod and wipe your tears away, not trusting your voice to break or sound like a pre-pubescent teenager. A huge grin erupts on his face, and he quickly stands up to place the ring on your finger before kissing you on the forehead. With the proposal now completed, a waiter brings out another bottle of wine, which seems much more expensive than any of the other wines brought out for you to taste.

But what the hell, you just got engaged. Who cares how expensive it is

Minghao notices how the alcohol is beginning to affect you and opts to take you home to avoid any embarrassing stories that may be told later. He is feeling a slight buzz himself but definitely is better off than you currently are, so he chucks a couple of crisp bills on the table to cover the bill and slings an arm around your waist to get you outside.

“Y-you’re so pretty, Hao,”  you stutter, your fingers tracing his features despite him attempting to walk you back to the car. He can't help but lean into your touch, your warm fingertips sending goosebumps erupting all over his skin, almost making him lose focus.

He manages to get you into the car and get your seatbelt on; all the while, you’re drunkenly slurring about how handsome he is. It makes his heart swell at the words and sight of you, eyes sparkling and cheeks flush from the alcohol, but he knows that he probably is in a similar state. He knows he’s in no condition to drive just yet, so instead, he hops into the driver's seat and blasts the air conditioner to sober himself up a little, hopefully.

What Minghao isn't expecting, however, is a hand to begin sliding up his thigh, squeezing gently in the process. He turns to look at you, confusion slipping onto his features. Your eyes are glazed over, and there’s a slight smirk presenting on your features, which in turn makes his breath catch in his throat, his heart begins to race and his cock twitches.

“Sweetheart, you’re not in your right mind now; what are you doing?” His voice quivers as you slide your hand up further on his thigh, your fingertips ghosting over his quickly hardening erection. Your smirk only grows as you feel his erection twitch and continue to harden with your subtle touches and hear his breathing get increasingly heavy.

“You know what I’m doing, just having some fun! Don’t you want this too?” There’s a slight slur in your voice from the alcohol you’ve consumed, but even with the alcohol in your body making you feel warm, you can feel your panties beginning to stick to you, and the lust overwhelms your body.

“Of course I do-”

“Then let me suck you off, Hao, please?” He groans and lets himself give in to your sultry request, his hands blindly fumbling with the zip on his jeans and hastily pulling them off his hips and halfway down his thighs, his boxers following quickly after, and his cock springing up and slapping against his shirt.

You waste no time bending over the centre console, wrapping a hand around his base, and letting your lips envelop the tip. While it’s not the most straightforward position to suck your boyfriend off in, the noises he’s making make up for all of that, and you focus solely on him. With each bob of your head, his noises get louder and louder until he’s pulling you off him and staring at you adoringly.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth, baby; I want to cum inside of you…” his voice trails off as he pats his pockets, seemingly looking for something. His brows furrow in frustration as he continues to search but sighs when he gives up a few moments later.

“I thought I had some condoms, but I must've left them at home,” he mutters, his hand stroking your thigh soothingly. Your eyes brighten at his words before you rummage through your bag and pull out some foiled packets. Minghao laughs loudly at the realisation that you’ve brought some condoms for him, picking one up between two fingers to inspect it.

“What about strawberry or chocolate-flavoured condoms instead?” You suggest, a hint of playfulness sparkling in your eyes as Minghao picks up one of the condoms from your outstretched palm. He hurriedly slides the condom down his cock, before proceeding to shuffle awkwardly into the backseat of the car, beckoning you to follow him with a crook of his finger.

“Come sit on my cock, baby; no one's gonna see,” he smirks as you shuffle into the backseat, lifting your skirt so that he has full access to you. He licks his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt hovering above his aching cock, twitching at how warm and wet you’re going to feel around him.

You waste no time sinking onto him, his length stretching you out perfectly. A soft whine escapes you as you let yourself relax onto him, a guttural moan leaving Minghao’s lips at your warm cunt surrounding him. It takes a few moments to adjust to his size, and he grips your hips soothingly until you’re ready.

As soon as you feel comfortable, you begin raising your hips slowly and then rhythmically lowering them. The pace continues for a while, your moans mingling with Minghao’s until he finally reaches up and messily plants his lips onto yours, his tongue intertwining with your own. 

“F-fuck…feels so good,” you whine out, desperately trying to catch your breath and feeling the burn between your thighs from the repetitive bouncing. Minghao grins and places a thumb on your clit, and the way you writhe in his lap and whine even louder with the added stimulation has his cock twitching again, and the pit in his stomach begins to grow warmer and warmer, as does yours.

“Gonna cum, fuck, cum with me, baby,” Minghao rasps out, the grip on your hips tightening significantly, and his hips are starting to have a mind of their own. In an attempt to get him over the line quicker, you grind your hips down and let them do most of the work to bring him over the edge with a loud groan.

Just as soon as he’s cum and is in the state of post-orgasmic bliss, you fall head first into it as well, body seizing as your body gets sent through the orgasmic waves. All you can hear is both yours and Minghao’s heavy breathing intertwining, and you can feel his fingers drawing soothing pictures onto the flesh of your back.

“Should we go back home and get cleaned up?”

“That sounds great; the car is beginning to smell like sex and sweat anyway.”

[strniohoeee]

chris has a fat crush on reader but since he's scared of his feelings he just teases her / mistreats her bc he won't accept the fact that he has a crush but nick puts him in his place

Blue Flats

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris always had a thing for teasing Y/N, but what happens when he takes it too far? Annoyed by his actions she vowed to never speak to Chris again, but will it change when all that was done is forgiven? 👤

Warnings⚠️: None, this is lowkey enemies to lovers if you SQUINT. I kind of loved this one had me giggling and what not ☝🏽🤓. Hope you enjoy babesss🫶🏽

Song for imagine: There Goes My Baby- The Drifters

There goes my baby

Moving on down the line

Wonder where, wonder where, wonder where

She is found

Most 20 year old men would say their biggest fear is something stupid like crashing their new car, or getting a parking ticket. But for some reason Chris’ only fear was you. Well that sounds…. Scary? He liked you alot, well actually that was an understatement. A day without you was like a year without rain.

He yearned to see your smile light up a room, and to hear your annoying laugh that somehow made his heart burst with joy. Fighting back a smile every time he saw you or anytime your name was mentioned. He was scared of commitment and was scared of ruining things with someone he liked so much.

Everyday was a constant battle that started many years ago. For a long time Chris hated you, he found you annoying and anal about everything. A goody who was scared of the outside world. Constantly teasing you with his friends like throwing pebbles at you when you would walk by. To say Chris was an asshole was an understatement.

Flashback

“Chrissss stop it” Y/N yelled as she played a very unwanted game of tug-o-war with Chris for her shiny blue ballet flats

Danging them above her head, as he was surprisingly taller than her at his 10 year old age.

“Or what? Going to cry to mommy?” He asked her tauntingly as his friends laughed behind him

“You’re being so mean to me” The young girl replied hurt and mainly embarrassed by the crowd now surrounding them

“Snitches get stitches” He replies lifting the shoes higher

“You spit gum in my hair! I had every right to taddle to your mom” She squeaked as she jumped to attempt and snatch her shoes from his grasp

“No one likes you anyways” He replies pushing her away

“Just give me my shoes” She replies as tears threatened to spill from her eyes

“Since you want them so bad then get them” He states as he chucks them over his shoulder into a puddle of brown water

Y/N’s beautiful blue flats completely destroyed by Chris’ careless actions

As the crowd cleared out, Y/N looked over at Chris as she wiped her now dirty hands across her face to clear her tears out.

“I hate you Chris, I never want to see you again” She replied running home with her dirty shoes in her hands

Flashback over

His mind often went to that day. He couldn’t fathom the idea of liking you because you know girls had cooties at that age. So instead he teased you in hopes that you would think it was funny and would catch on.

However he should’ve known that wasn’t the case as you were a very sensitive person since you could open your eyes. Constantly kicking himself over the whole ordeal. Except in Sophomore year of high school when his crush made his heart feel like a tight rubber band ready to snap.

He had to talk to you and clear all this up, or any chance with you would be doomed. So when he approached you and you actually treated him like a normal human being, he felt even worse. Wincing at the cringey apology he decided was right, he felt an instant weight off his shoulders when the words “it’s water under the bridge” left your lips.

Like a record scratch, a pause in time, a slo mo from a cheesy rom com. His eyes slowly blinked as you smiled at him. Patting his shoulder and offering him a term of endearment. That changed his feelings towards you even more. Even after what he did to you, you had still been nice to him.

So as you walked away in those blue ballerina flats that were oh so similar to the ones from when you were a kid. He only had one thought in his mind…..” I have got to get her”

Yet as the both of you got close, not by choice might I add. Nick and Y/N had became best friends in junior year, so he always found his way to be near the girl. You would think he tried his best to ask you out.

But nope, instead he continued to tease you and mistreat you. Often bantering as you both crossed each others path. And even with their fame they stood friends with the flourishing girl. Splitting time between LA and Boston.

As they got more fame though they rarely came back to Boston as much as they used to. However it was Fourth of July which meant they’d be back in town. And lucky for Chris this meant sleepovers with you…. Well more like sleepovers with Nick, but he would still find a way to shimmy himself in and tease you.

Even while in LA if you and Nick were on the phone he’d waste no time throwing a jab at you. Nick often puts himself on mute to curse Chris out. Something you found funny and just the slight laugh Chris would hear would have him on cloud 9. He would even comment under your instagram posts. Many foolish boyish comments that had the young girl blushing and giggling.

Sliding into the island chair in his mom’s kitchen he grabbed a few chips and shoved them in his mouth. His mom is cooking some pasta in preparation for the fourth of July party that had just begun. Most of their close family and friends in their yard talking and laughing over the music playing. Their block is full of young kids running around and laughing, chasing each other with water guns and playing tag.

“Chris don’t spoil your appetite sweetheart” His mom stated as she handed a pan of food over to her friend to take outside

“Yeah Chrissy poo don’t mess up your appetite” Matt came in mocking him

“Beat it asshole” Chris replied shoving Matt’s hand off his shoulder

Rushing in the back door was Y/N.

Sliding around the island

“Is there anything I can help you with?’ She asked their mom

“Oh no sweety I’m all good here, thank you” She replied as she strained the pasta

“If you do need any help do ask” She says smiling at Mary Lou

“Still a brown noser even out of school” Chris states tossing a chip in his mouth

“At least she asked me if I needed help unlike you, so knock it off” Mary states looking over at Chris with a stern face

Rolling his eyes, he took a sip of his pepsi as Y/N smirked at him

“Hey, do you happen to know where Nick is?” She asked their mom

“Actually I don’t, but feel free to search the house for him” She replies to the girl

“I am shocked you don’t know where he is, you practically live up his ass” Chris replies sticking his tongue out at Y/N

“Real mature Chris’’ His mom states as she turns around and give him the stern mom look

“You better apologize to Y/N right now” She states turning her back to him

“What it was just-” but he was soon cut off

“Now! Christopher” She states sternly

Scoffing and rolling his eyes, he obliges and says he’s sorry

“Apology accepted Christopher” She replies sticking her tongue out at him. She knew he hated being called by his first name.

Sliding out of the kitchen Y/N soon disappeared to some part of the house to retrieve Nick.

That whole night consisted of Y/N and Chris bantering. Spitting watermelon seeds down each others shirts, Chris tripping her, and even pushing her into the pool ‘accidentally’

Now in the kitchen his parents made him clean up the kitchen with Y/N because they couldn’t take the childish behavior. They wanted them to talk it out and come back out once all issues were resolved.

“Why are you such an asshole?” She suddenly asks him as he poured himself something to drink in his red solo cup

“Am not” He states sipping on his pepsi

“After the childhood bullying from you. You would think you would have changed” She replies spraying down the counter and cleaning it

“I was a child and you take things too serious” He replied looking over at her

“And you are 20, so the stupid teen boy bullshit should have ended” She says slamming the counter drawer shut

“It’s all harmless my god you are still so anal” He replied drying the dishes

“So do you just like hate me?” She asks the boy

This causes him to get nervous, grabbing his drink and sipping it slowly he takes a while to answer.

“No, but you’re just easy to pick on” He states, screwing his eyes shut he mentally kicks himself in the head for that.

Scoffing at him she threw the rag down

“How mature.. You haven’t changed much Chris” She says rolling her eyes at him

“And neither have you, still a cry baby” He says shrugging his shoulders

What the fuck was he doing? Was all he kept thinking. Why was he being such a dick? Subconsciously pushing her away out of fear.

“I should’ve listened to Elena Sophomore year of high school” She states harshly as she begins to walk out the kitchen

“Yeah? And what amazing advice did two face Elena give?” He asks her

“To never forgive you for your actions because you’ll always stay the same… a bully” She replies shaking her head and storming off

Slipping right past Nick, sniffling as she wiped her eyes. Avoiding contact with him and heading out their front door

“Hey Y/N-” Nick began as his eyes followed you out the front door. Not getting to finish his sentence before you were out the front door.

Storming into the kitchen, to say he was shocked that Chris was in there was an understatement.

“What did you do now?” Nick asked Chris, watching as his eyes stared into his red solo cup

“Nothing” He replied guilty as hell

“Y/N practically ran out our door crying, so you must have done something to upset her” He says

“Crying?” Chris asks shaking his head

“You are such a moron. You need to come to your senses and stop being a complete dick. You have the biggest crush on Y/N, and your actions are pushing her far away. She likes you a lot too, but she will not stick around much longer for this cringey childlike behavior.” Nick states jamming his pointer finger onto the counter

“I’m scared Nick, what if I mess things up. You know how scared of commitment I am” Chris replied looking up at his brother

“If you don’t fix this now yall’s relationship will forever be fucked” He states

“I don’t know what to do” Chris exclaims

“Talk to her and apologize for being an asshole” He says getting frustrated with his younger brother

“I know, but what do I even say?” He asks his brother

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that your answer isn’t at the bottom of that cup, so put it down and go make it up to her.” Nick states as he walks to their back door

“Shit! You’re right” Chris states snapping out of it

Placing the cup on the counter Chris rushes out the front door. Locking eyes with the back of your head. You were sitting on the curb in front of their house.

Reluctantly he walked down the steps and approached you. Slowly sitting down he looked over at you.

“Hey” he stated as he sat

Looking over at him, Y/N rolled her eyes and straightened her posture

“Here to bully me some more?’ She asks him

“What? no…no “ He states furrowing his eyebrows

“So then what do you want?” She asks rudely

“I want to apologize” he replies looking over at her

“Well don’t say it if you don’t mean it” Y/N states

“Well I truly am sorry for everything I’ve ever done. Nothing I’ve ever said about you is true. I've been a complete asshole since I was 10. And I’m aware of it. And I’m so glad you forgave me in high school because…..because….”

But Chris suddenly stopped his ramble, he couldn’t form his next sentence. It became all too real as he looked into your eyes. Yours were searching for an answer and he was slowly panicking inside.

Its like those scenes in a movie where the main character is experiencing something traumatic and everything around them slows down and you only see the panic start to grow in their eyes. And their heartbeat quickens. Well yeah that was Chris right now.

But everything his brother just told him shot at his brain like speeding arrows. Piercing his memory with what just took place.

“Because I LIKE YOU, and I have always liked you since we were kids. And the moment you forgave me in Sophomore year all I could think about was getting you to be mine. But I’m an idiot because I’m so scared of commitment. I’m scared of ruining something that’s good and hurting not only myself but you as well. So I thought pushing you away and teasing you would be better. Because even if you did hate me you’d always be around for Nick and I’d always have my chance to slither in and annoy you. Because you’re the only person I want to spend my life with. And I know I’ve been a piece of shit to you for basically our whole lives, but I wish I could show you how I see you. You’re breathtakingly gorgeous, and you’re funny, and kind, and very smart. Your smile lights up a whole room and your laughter fills me with happiness. And it’s like…it’s like this love I have for you is bottling up in my chest and it’s like a rubber band ready to snap. And I guess… I guess I’m just….im just too scared to have admitted that to you a long time ago. So once again I’m sorry and if you hate me I get that; so just say the words and I’ll leave” He states never breaking eye contact with you

“I do… I do hate you” Y/N responds and his heart sinks to his stomach. Like a punch to the face, but to say he deserved this was a severe understatement

“I hate you because…. How could you wait so long to tell me those things? That you like me and that you think all those wonderful things about me?” She responds looking into his eyes for a deeper answer

“Christopher I have liked you since the day you cut my pigtails in second grade and I even liked you when you destroyed my favorite blue flats. It actually hurt me that I still liked you. So when you came to me in sophomore year, basically asking for forgiveness, I thought forgiving, you would be the doorway to you, asking me out or even telling me how you truly feel” Y/N states as Chris’ eyes saddened once more

“ and I’m sorry I wish I was able to man up and tell you this before, but I was so scared so scared of your reaction and so scared of losing you but then I realize doing this actually pushed you further” He responded as he scooted closer to the young girl

“I like you a lot Chris” she responded as she looked deeper into his blue eyes

“And I like you a lot Y/N” he responded leaning in closer

And before you know it the young attractive pair had shared a loving and passionate kiss. A kiss outlined by the sparkles of the fireworks in the sky. His hand caressing her cheek as large fireworks blew up around them. The light casting a colorful reflection against them.

Making them fall deeper in love with one another. Who knew that it would be those damn blue ballerina flats that would have haunted him forever?

The End

Boy do my fingers hurt from typing away on this laptop. I don’t know I kinda fuck with this one 🤭. Thank you all once again for the support. I LOVE YALL SOOO MUCH 🥺🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[wanderingblindly]

Lestappen + 9 or Landoscar + 6 maybe?❤️

oops! it's established relationship landoscar after hungary! which isn't I ever wanted to touch! prompts here :)

Upon Deaf Ears

"I just need a second," Lando mumbles, pushing past Oscar in the paddock – their shoulders clip; they ricochet. He keeps walking before he can hear Oscar's response, eyes focused intently at the ground. If he blinks, if he so much as deviates away from his path, he'll lose it. And he can't, not in public.

The media doesn't take kindly to his tears.

He slides between the hospitality doors before they open all the way; a pair of footsteps echo as he bolts towards sanctuary.

"Seriously, give me a minute," He tosses over his shoulder, quickly opening his driver room door and stepping in.

"We're not doing this," Oscar finally speaks, grabbing the edge of the door as Lando tries to close it – tries to separate them. They lock eyes, both hands on the door, both trying harder than they'd like to admit to resist the other's force. It's starting to bubble up in him, that sticky-hot anger that overflows from his cracks, boiling hotter when Oscar looks at him like it's a choice.

"Get out." Lando says bluntly, pressing harder against the door.

"No," Oscar takes a step forward, almost daring Lando to let go and jump away. He doesn't, he stands his ground – because isn't that the crux of the matter here? That he's apparently not allowed to do that anymore?

"Are you fucking deaf?" He bites, vision and voice starting to waver unconvincingly. And that just makes it worse, hands shaking with some horrible cocktail of adrenaline, rage, and embarrassment. "Give me a second and we do whatever you want, ok?"

He grinds his teeth, clinging to some hope that it'll stop his lip from quivering.

But Oscar doesn't move, still looking at him like he doesn't understand. What the fuck isn't there to get? Lando had rolled over, he'd bit the bullet and played the good teammate role. Actually, he hadn't tasted it – he'd felt it, he'd felt the fucking bullet go right between his eyes like a horse put down.

And Oscar doesn't fucking get it.

"We can talk about –"

"We can talk later." It's punctuated with a harsh sniff, Lando angrily rubbing his traitorous eyes with his free hand.

Oscar presses forward, shoving through the doorway and hitting his shoulder against Lando's – returning the favor that Lando didn't ask for. Incensed, Lando slams the door.

"Can't you just do what I fucking asked –"

"Thought we weren't following orders today?" Oscar raises a brow, and Lando can't help but feel like he thinks his endless composure makes him a better... racer? Person? His hands vibrate when he buries his face in them, pulling in a desperate, snotty breath through his nose.

"That's low." He exhales, lifting his head. His vision is swimming. "I did what they asked, I did it for you, actually."

"But –"

"And now you're here, when I asked you to fuck off, and you're here for yourself. See a – a fuck, god – see a pattern?" Lando's hiccupping by the end, fighting his lungs to spit the words at him.

"I'm not here for me, Lando." Oscar's voice is sharp, like acid on Lando's red-hot nerves.

"Then leave." He almost yells it, pointing at the door with a shaking hand, a palm shining with tears. "Then leave until I'm ready."

Oscar pulls in a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed. "I came to say I'm not sorry."

"Fuck you," Lando rips off his hat before Oscar can finish, chucking it at him with any strength he can muster. "I'm not sorry that no one gives a fuck about your –"

"I'm not sorry for winning," Oscar continues, taking a step closer. "But I'm sorry it had to hurt you. You know I never wanted to."

Lando stares as he moves another half-step nearer, closing the distance between them. Rooted by his rage, as if it's dug itself into the floor for lack of anywhere else to go, Lando lets him. He lets him walk closer, lets his nose touch his, lets him press a gentle kiss to Lando's cheek.

He lets Oscar taste his overflowing rage, lets him pull away with tear-slicked lips to match Lando's tear slicked palm – almost as if he slapped him across the mouth with it.

"If you didn't want to," He grinds out, hands balled into fists. "Then you'd get out."

Oscar nods, pressing one more kiss to another tear. "I will."

"And you won't come to my hotel room tonight."

"Ok."

"And you won't talk to me until I'm ready."

"I know."

Lando pulls in a deep breath, willing himself to push through it, to be better than Oscar. "So congratulations." It burns. "There, I said it. Now leave."

[bahrtofane]

here we go again - pt.2

pt.1, pt.3

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again. but, a familair face is here to save the day

word count - 2.2k+

watch it - jude is still an ass sorrehhh. angsy angst and more angst ! ur welcome

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You don't know where the hell you are, what time it is. A few more minutes you're going to forget your own name and start screaming to feel something other than misery. So  much for the holiday of love. You are feeling so much love you could jump out of a plane. With no parachute. And land on a pile of rocks. 

You kick a trash can out of frustration and groan at the impact it gives your poor exposed and suffering toes. 

You can not believe the events of today. Everything keeps replaying over and over like a broken projector. The fact that he got you to dress up in your favorite special occasion floor length dress just to have it drag across the grimy dirty fucking disgusting club floor. Oh god you want him dead. 

You're deep into Birmingham nightlife by the time your senses come back to you enough to fish your phone out of your bag. The bag is a birthday gift from your mother of all people forced to be seen among that bunch of people,it makes you seeth. 

You should have known taking you to Birmingham wasn't a good idea. It made no sense in your head, why fly from Madrid to god damn Birmingham. You both live and work in Madrid? Your sweet naive mind thought he came up with something unique, something sweet. 

You groan the second your phone turns on. One too many notifications to keep up with and by the looks of it they aren't stopping anytime soon. Twitter is blowing up, you already know what it is. A bunch of low quality pixels of you entering with him and looking lost with a bunch of tacky headlines. You'll get that settled when you get home. You go to order an uber, but your phone manages to die on you miraculously. How lucky. All the times you spent trying to get a hold of Jude really drained the battery. You clench your jaw. 

Good god. You shove your phone back in your purse and keep stomping through birmingham. Shivering with each step. You didn't bring a jacket, how foolish.

You try to follow streets you think you know, but it's not going very well. There aren't very many people this far out. Leave it to fucking Jude to take you to the worlds more obscure club location. It's been about an hour since you left him at the club you think. An hour of walking through alley ways and neighborhoods that only raise the hair on the back of your neck. He couldn't even get you a ride home?

You think the last person you saw was a nurse chucking coffee at a bus station, the bus that you tried to catch but it sped away faster than your aching legs could take you. Better night than yours you're sure. You wander about trying to find at least a store open to be able to call for a taxi. 

You hear the crunch of slowing tires come up behind you, and you instantly quicken up your pace. You almost swear you hear your name shouted, but you don't stop. The second time, it's a little too clear to be mistaken for anyone else's name as the car comes to a crawl side by side to you. 

You turn on your heel harshly, “why in god's name-“ your voice dies the moment you recognize the familiar car model, and its driver. Trent. Oh.

“Get in the car." he dead pans, windows rolled at the way down, door already unlocked for you.

You wrinkle your nose, “I don't want to talk trent." 

The very last thing you need is that sorry excuse of a man to send his friend of all people to run after you and do his bidding where he fell short just hours before. This is so embarrassing it only makes you wish his car would explode. And then drive it into the club. While it's on fire. 

“I'm not letting you roam around these parts at this time, just get in." he sighs. 

You scowl, "he’s low for sending you to change my mind, after this whole fucking night why cant you leave me alone."

He gives you a look, “this has nothing to do with him, this is me. Worried for you. “

“Fuck off." you spit. 

“You’re so hard headed, just get in the damn car before someone robs you. Or worse." 

"How'd you even know I was here?" you squint at him. 

he sighs, rubbing his eyes, "i still have your location from when i picked you up for his birthday. And I heard about everything from just about everyone. "

"You have nothing else to do on valentines day?" you jab. 

He stays silent, hands wringing the steering wheel. You notice he's in what looks like pjs, Liverpool jacket thrown on top. He drove all this way for you?

You swallow your pride for a moment, hiking up your dress while you duck inside the car. Sighing in relief as the pressure is taken off your aching legs. Snapping your seatbelt over you, swinging your purse over your head and gently setting it on your lap, wiping away the tears that blur your vision. 

Your rage has turned into a simmer for now. The main goal at the moment is to just get out of these clothes and sleep till you forget what year it is. 

Trent is quiet while he lets you get comfortable, rolling up his windows backup and locking the doors. You've never sat passenger in his car before. Hell you haven't seen him in months.

“Did he touch you." he asks, turning the heater on higher.

You put your hand out in front of where the hot air blows oh so nice on your frozen hands,“What?”

“You have a bruise on the back of your arm. Did he do that? “

“No.” you sigh. 

he turns to face you, brows furrowed,“i need to know if he did. “ 

“He didn’t trent, i'm alright.'' your voice softens.

he nods, hands resting on the wheel,“where do you need to go? “

“Just take me to my hotel please."

He nods, handing you his phones to put the directions in. You watch as he takes the car out of park, making a u turn and heading out of whatever bizarre neighborhood you're in, back into the city. And  soon the freeway. Birmingham flashes by you and you try to forget the man that sits like a heavy weight in your mind.

You still wonder why Trent would make the trip all the way out just to pick you up. especially if Jude wasn't involved. You're somewhat close you suppose. The kind where you would call him a friend in a group setting, but not much more. You've spent only a couple of times truly alone. You don't know if you're that close.

 Trent has always been somewhat of a mystery to you. Few appearances and even fewer words. Jude had told you once he was shy, just taking a minute to warm up to new people. He has a habit of staring off into nothing you noticed at Judes birthday party. Always quick to snap out of it the moment eyes were on him. Oh so different from the way he plays. You've seen him now and again in highlights and clips posted on instagram. He's good, but man is he aggressive. You expect it for a defender but the man gets up in everyones space on the pitch.

A complete 180 from the way he can barely look you in the eye now. What is he thinking?

You don't let your curiosity blind you from being at least a little courteous. 

“Thank you, " you mumble, playing with the fabric of your dress, "and sorry for being a bitch.“

“Hey I don’t blame you.” he shrugs. 

You hum and leave it at that. You'll put unraveling Trent on the to do list. 

Your hotel comes into view and you thank him again for the kindness, promising to make it up to him some day. He waves you off, seeing till you're inside to leave. 

Your mind is so blurred you can barely stand anymore, every step only throws you off balance. You need your bed. Asap. Or you will fall over and die.

The hotel's heating is a welcome treat as you beeline for the elevator. The staff give you a strange look but you do NOT. have the time for any of that. Right now all you care about is getting in bed. Can this elevator hurry up? It finally comes and you lean against the metal walls when you step inside, sliding your purse lazily over you.

You all but tear your clothes off the second you make it inside your room, in a rush, wiping your makeup off while you undo your shoes, hobbling around with one foot while you dig for your pajamas. You end the night with a trip to the bathroom. Skipping on your usual night routine and just settling for a quick shower and brush of the teeth. 

Hotel covers have never felt better, warmer, safer. 

In the quiet of the room and the hum of the ac, you can't but let your thoughts consume you. Can't help but circle back to him. Why?

Why weren't you enough? Why did it have to end in fucking flames on whats supposed to be the most romantic love filled day of the year. 

You think back of every moment and piece of you shared with Jude. You remember the first time you kissed you, under the stands at his first madrid home game, clutching onto his jersey like a lifeline. He looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. Gently holding your hand all the way back inside the building. Mumbling confessions and making you smile with every cheesy pick up line.

That jude is gone now, instead replaced by the man who you have to fight for even a second with. But are expected to drop all for. A selfish bitter man. 

It doesn't matter anymore. It's over, you can rest now and deal with the inevitable fall out as it comes. You know you're more than enough, but with the way you let yourself be treated it's hard to let yourself believe that. 

Never again though. From now, you're swearing off footballers. 

—--

You wake up as early as you can manage, getting all your things together and booking a flight out of here as soon as possible. You need to get back to madrid.

Your headache is massive as you shove the last of your things in your suitcase. You can't believe you took days off for this. Nonetheless, you need to get back. You have a team to get back to and plenty of work to get done. Real Madrid's creative department never rests does it.

Your phone has a slew of missed calls, mainly from Jude but you see a few from Trent, rather recent ones. You give him a call back but it all goes to voicemail.

The key card jams while you're locking it for the last time, it takes a hit from your hand to get the scanner working but you make it out in one piece. Smoothing your clothes down and making your way to the lobby. Sitting down for a few minutes while you confirm your flight details and triple check that you haven't forgotten anything. You hear your name and are greeted again by Trent, who's all but spriting to you. It's a little early for him to be here now isn't it. 

“Can I help you ?” 

“I'm sorry I tried calling and I couldn't answer when you called. Judes outside waiting for you. he-“

So last night really was all just a ploy from Judes end? You try to get up and far far away from him, but he stands in front of you. 

“Listen.  He told me to come and get you out there so you can talk to him and to not tell you. But obviously, I'm not. i’ll tell him you're not here yeah? Take care.”

Trent doesn't leave you with anything else, leaving in the other direction. You take this as a sign to leave while you can, grabbing one of the many taxis outside to the airport. 

—--

Trent gives Jude a scowl, “She's not there Jude, give it up. “

“I can't just lose her. “ Jude sighs, furiously typing on his phone. 

Trent rolls his yees, patience wearing thin,“You’re fucked in the head you know that? After all you’ve done to her, you still want her to come running back?”

Silence. 

“I care about you Jude I really do. But you left her walking around at 3 am with a dead phone in the middle of alleyways dude. That's not okay. “

—--

The airport has never felt lonelier, but you swallow the lump in your throat, boarding your flight home and trying to forget the man that you've come to associate it with. Madrid will be a hard place to move on in, when its walls shine with its star boy. Its halls all but cheering his name. Every corner you're bound to be reminded of him. You can do it, one way or another you won't let yourself be miserable. 

[bangtaninborderland]

MYG - Secrets In The Sheets

Genre: smut, maid reader x mob boss Yoongi, 18+, REQUESTED

Warning: mentions of guns and death, spanking, oral (f&m receiving), penetration, hair pulling, choking.

A/N: thank you for requesting this! I had so much fun writing it! I hope you enjoy it please let me know what you think I always do try my hardest to make requests as good as possible.

BTS MASTERLIST

Yoongi sighed, tossing his keys atop the small glass table, and sliding his shoes off along with his jacket.

God, he needed a drink.

He shuffled over to the small drinks table he had installed in the corner of the living room overlooking a rather dark Seoul, picking up a bottle of whiskey not bothering to read the label as he poured himself a glass. It didn’t matter what it was called nor how strong it was, what mattered was the few moments of peace he felt as the liquid slid down his throat, a light burn in its wake. A small piece of relief in his rather hectic and unusual life.

He chucked remembering how Hoseok had explained that stress was his own fault, “Hyung.” The younger had called up, running in front of him to open the sleek Mercedes. “You know, you wouldn’t be so stressed if you took a holiday. You don’t always have to be a mob boss.”

“Hobi you know I couldn’t leave, probably end up with a bullet in my head on some random beach. You know I don’t feel like being fed to the fish thanks.”

“So uptight Hyung, get home safe.”

“Always do.”

He loved his team as much as he refused to admit it, his team were his life and he would step in front of a thousand bullets to protect them.

He placed his glass down, unbuttoning the top button of his black shirt. You could tell the fabric was expensive, but then again - everything about Min Yoongi was expensive.

He was about to settle in his study preparing to go over the mass amounts of paperwork that built up over the past week when he heard a shuffle in the upstairs bedroom.

Without a second thought, he pulled out his gun, checking the bullets before heading up the stairs. Eyes searched every corner of the house as the noise grew louder, what was once a slight shuffle now being muffled moans.

Definitely fucking weird.

He watched his steps, careful not to move too fast to alert the intruder to his presence, hand pressing his bedroom door open before returning to hold the gun properly.

He was taken back in absolute shock as he watched the maid laying on his bed, legs spread wide as her fingers disappeared inside of herself. Her other hand gripping the crisp white sheets.

Walking over to you he did the only thing reasonable, he held the gun against your temple. Eyes hard as you jumped in surprise before registering the barrel against your skin. Your face falls, overcome with a clear look of fear. “M-mr min.” You stuttered. Legs fold over themselves to give you some cover.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yoongi spat, nudging the hun further against your head. “I don’t pay you to fuck yourself in my bed I pay you to fucking clean.”

You whimpered, pushing yourself into the bed further to make your frame seem smaller. “I- I’m sorry I just I I’ll leave please sir I’m so sorry.”

“What got you so desperate that you couldn’t wait?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity taking over as his eyes raked around your body. You felt your nipples harden against the fabric of your uniform, your thighs coated in wetness.

He tore his eyes away, mentally shaking his head, he may have been a ruthless killer but he had some decency.

Your eyes wandered around, a hint of embarrassment in them. “It- y-you Mr. Min. I was just cleaning the spare room and a box fell and the… the toys fell out and I… I’m sorry I’m so sorry.”

He sighed, removing the gun from your temple, flicking the safety on before placing it on the table close enough but still out of reach. “What was it that turned you on?”

“What?” Mr min I do-“ you stuttered being cut off as yoongi placed his hand over your mouth.

“The only thing I want to hear from you is an answer. What got you turned on.” He tutted, tongue licking at the corner of his mouth as he pulled his hand away. Resting it atop his hip. “Well?”

“The- the vibrator sir.” Your face was flushed, the embarrassment only worsening with every moment you were trapped underneath Yoongi.

“Why?” He was genuinely confused, his little toy box housed an array of toys, ranging from relatively simple to more complex, degrading.”

“I.. uh….” Your voice grew quiet as you mumbled out her explanation. “I thought about you using it on me.”

“My maid is fantasising about me fucking her?” Yoongi smirked, an idea already forming. “I suppose you want to keep your job huh?”

You sighed, that was something easily answered. “Yes, Mr Min.”

“Okay, only if you let me give you what your pretty mind was thinking about.” He sits on the end of the bed, expressing nearing bored as he continued his mental assessment of your body.

“I don’t- I can’t.” You looked away, not bothering to move but not as settled. “It’s wrong Mr Min.”

He shook his head, a wicked smile tantalising the maid. “Call me Yoongi, I won’t force you, sweetheart. If you want to go you know the house better than I do, I can give you a recommendation I’m sure someone else would love your…services. However, you could give yourself what you want most and keep your job.”

Yoongi lets you have a few minutes to think, never wanting to force someone. “If…if I took you up on your offer…would we get to do it more than once?”

He shrugged. “It depends on you and if it’s good.”

“I think I can be of satisfaction to you Sir.” You pouted, lightly offended by his comment.

“Now don’t pout, why don’t you show me how else you can use those pretty lips?”

“You really want me, Mr Min?” You giggled shyly, it was no secret Min yoongi was a wanted man. Anyone who had the privilege of seeing the man wanted a taste of him, both men and women alike would take their shot throwing all kinds of compliments and date proposals at him only for him to reject every single one of them.

“I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true darling.” He rasped, watching you drop to your knees was a fucking sight. He wasn’t a bad man, not in that sense anyway, but he knew a beautiful woman when he see one.

“Want me to take your cock out, Yoongi?” Your tone had a dangerous lilt to it as you said his name for the first time, If he wasn’t hard before he was now.

He nodded, resting his hands behind him to keep him steady. “Do whatever doll.”

You relished in the cute pet names he had easily been addressing you with. You didn’t respond to him verbally, instead, your hands went to his belt buckle, undressing him as fast as you could. You wanted to moan the second his cock sprang free, the length and thickness both much better than you could ever have imagined. “Fuck.”

“Like what you see?” He chuckled, he was very aware of his body, of how good he looked.

“Love what I see.” You corrected, looking up at him for consent before continuing. He gave you a small nod once he realised what you were asking, once he did your hand was wrapped around his cock pumping him a few times. “What do you want from me Mr min?”

“I told you, darling, I want to see what that pretty mouth can do.” He winked, throwing his head back as you brushed your finger along the tip of his cock.

“Well then Mr min, I won’t keep you waiting.” You smiled, lips parting around the head of his cock, tongue swirling around a few times earning a groan from him.

You felt his hand upon your head, he didn’t push you down instead he lightly brushed your hair from your face. “God you’re fucking amazing.”

You responded by hollowing your cheeks, taking his cock as far down your throat as you could, even pushing a little past that point to show off. “Fuck your mouth is like heaven.” He groaned, thrusting upwards a little making you gag.

You recovered quickly, ignoring the feeling of tears pricking your eyes as you continued sucking his cock, hand wrapped around the base massaging the length you couldn’t fit. He let you sit there for a few minutes, his hand running through your hair, gripping it gently every time your tongue swirled around the tip, before lightly parting your cheek. “Off, my turn.”

You pulled off, making a ‘pop’ sound as you did. “You’re turn what?” You panted, your own arousal still growing.

“I want to see if you taste as good as you look. Lay down on the bed.” He patted your thigh, waiting for you to situate yourself on your back before he pushed your legs apart, making room for himself between them. “Every part of you is fucking beautiful, I might just have to keep you here forever.”

“All for yourself Mr Min? isn’t that selfish?” You teased.

“I’d like to see anyone try and touch what I claim doll, everyone knows to stay away from whatever the mins own.” He chuckles, shaking his head as though surprised and your comment. “Shuffle closer.”

You carried out his request, pushing your body closer to him, letting your eyes flutter closed as his breath grew heavier against your skin. He started at your thighs,, kissing and licking every now and again choosing a particular part to bite down on, definitely leaving marks. “More.” You whispered, hand reaching down to pull him closer.

Everything stopped and you opened your eyes, confused by the lack of touch. As you did his hand grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Patient girls get nice things, do you want me to show you what I do to girls who demand darling?”

You shook your head, mouth dry and eyes a little fuzzy. “N-no Yoongi.”

“See I knew you were smart.” He smiled, moving back to his previous position. This time you let him carry out his torturously slow pace, trying to keep as still as possible. The last thing you wanted was for him to stop.

Eventually, he moved higher, his lips heaving over your labia and whether you meant to or not you bucked your hips at the sensation earning a slap to your thigh. “Still. Don’t disturb me.”

“Yes, Mr min.” You whined, fisting the sheets to keep you grounded. “Sorry.”

Once again he brought his mouth to your cunt, tongue licking a long stripe between the folds. “God.” You groaned, relishing the way his tongue swirled around your clit.

He was good with his tongue, too fucking good. He covered your pussy with his mouth, both sucking your clit and using his tongue at the same time to flick the bud repetitively giving you no time to catch your breath. His hands wrapped around your thighs, keeping you trapped against him.

“Yoongi- too- ah fuck too much too much” you screamed, hand pushing at his head to move him away.

Despite his smaller frame, he was much stronger than you, your fighting did nothing against him if anything it only encouraged him more as he slid his tongue into your hole. “I’ll cum right now yoongi fuck wait.” You thrashed around, the pleasure overwhelming you.

Your orgasm was winding around your stomach, with just a few more stripes of his tongue you’d be brought to a mind-blowing orgasm. You would have been but you weren’t. He pulled away just before you could be pushed over the brink, your orgasm dwindling away. You’d never been edged before but the smug look on his face when you opened your eyes initially wanting an explanation somewhat calmed you.

The look he wore told you what you need to know, he wasn’t ready to be done.

“I want to see you riding me. Think you can handle it or are you done already.”

“Please.” You huffed, brushing your hair out of your face before pushing him backwards, his body landing on the bed with a light thud. “Give me a little more credit Mr Min.”

“Someone’s got a little confident?” He raised an eyebrow “Condom. Top drawer.”

You rushed off the bed, handing him the packet. Within a matter of seconds, you were back on top of him, his eyes dark, focused, watching you align his cock with your entrance.

His energy was everything, dark, alluring, dangerous but even so he was still smug and the thing about you? You could be smug too. You smiled back, practically a grin as you slid down, tightening your walls around him as much as possible. “I’ll show you confident Mr min.”

You ground your hips in a circle before beginning to ride him, his cock filling you up perfectly. “Come here.”

He pulled you down to him, placing a rough kiss against the corner of your mouth before locating your lips properly, you riding him made it a little more difficult but still his grip around your throat was firm, keeping you close enough to explore your mouth with his tongue.

You moaned into his mouth as he thrusted his hips upward, his free hand grabbed your ass cheek, slapping it hard enough to echo throughout the room. You pulled away from the kiss, biting his lip. “Want you to fuck me.” You gasped, legs growing tired.

He flipped you around, your body pinned beneath his. His cock slid inside of you easily, your pussy dripping with the need to orgasm. He fucked into you, your eyes rolling back as he pressed into you further. “Fuck you’re so warm, so tight.” His voice was raspy, rough.

“Slow, slow please.” You mumbled, already too fucked out to speak clearly.

“Whatever you need petal.” He mumbled, his hips rolling against you, his cock filling you most deliciously. Every antagonising stroke sends your nerves haywire.

“Who knew the pretty maid could be so dirty hm?” He slid his length out leaving just the tip, pausing for a second before ramming into you, a resounding scream tore out of you. “I used to want you cleaning, used to see the way you’d bend over right in front of the cameras. You’ve always been a little tease, haven’t you? Wanted me to come and bend you over my desk and teach you a lesson?”

“Wanted- wanted your attention.” You stuttered in between moans.

“Let’s see how that works out for you doll.” Without warning his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly around the sides, only enough to make you dazed. His hips snapped against you relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping filling the room accompanied by your moans and slurred words.

“S’ good” you babbled, nails scarring down his arms. “gonna cum.”

He reached down, kissing you effortlessly silencing your screams. “Cum for me sweetheart, cum around my cock.”

With a few more thrusts you were pushed over the edge into a blissful orgasm, everything went fuzzy. You felt him grow erratic, his thrusts slowing down as he filled the condom. “Fuck.” He groaned as he pulled out.

You whined at the loss of contact, still out of it. “Let me get a cloth to clean you up, love.” He explained, disappearing for a few seconds before returning with a black cloth. You winced as he helped clean up the mess between your legs. “Do you want a shower? You could have some clothes?”

You nodded. “Later. Was it good?”

“It was fucking amazing.” He chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead before flopping down next to you. “Sheets are a fucking mess, the maid is going to have fun cleaning that up.” He winked.

You slapped his arm, laughing. “Shut up. You can clean these it’s your fault. I can’t believe you held a gun to my head.”

He shook his head. “Actually if you weren’t having a world of fun in MY bed we wouldn’t have done that. I was surprised you didn’t run away the second I did that, sometimes I can be a little erratic forgive me.”

“Please don’t remind me it’s so embarrassing I really didn’t think you were going to be home until later and I swear I would have changed the sheets. It’s forgiven by the way, it’s not as bad as some things I’ve seen working here.” You’d grown used to an awful lot over the five years you’d worked for Yoongi but you stayed because he wasn’t a bad man, he treated you respectfully.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “and don’t worry about it love we all do things we aren’t proud of.” He sighed, his voice was softer than usual.

“Wait, you said it wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t catch me.” You sat up on your elbows, eyes wide. “You weren’t tempted one of the many times I teased you?”

“More than you know. Felt like an uncontrollable school boy watching you.” He laughed, hand threading through your hair.

“Well, the schoolboy got top marks on the exam.” You giggled, playing along.

“Who said it was finished? That shower is still an offer.” He winked, standing up with a hand out.

You groaned, slipping your hand into his.

Min Yoongi may have been a vicious crime lord, a dangerous killer, and a powerful businessman but he was also the best boss you’d ever had, him having a great cock and high stamina was just a bonus. A very big bonus.

[aurumacadicus]

Unfortunately, Pepper and Tony have been in each other's lives long enough to rub off on each other.

--

Steve didn't think that Tony and Pepper should be looking so morose after Natasha had helpfully pulled Pepper's shirt back down. Everyone was being very polite about having gotten an eyeful of Pepper's lacy red bra after her undershirt had gotten caught in the sweater she was taking off. Sometimes embarrassing things happened! They'd all forget about it in a few days. A few hours, maybe, for some of them.

"I don't understand," Steve heard Tony moaning, which seemed very strange, considering he had been blathering on about the clinging power of fabric as Pepper blinked, stunned, while Natasha walked away. "It's the Red Bra of Justice. Natasha should have been knocked out instantly."

"HUH," Steve bellowed, spinning on his heel. He didn't even try to pretend he hadn't been listening.

Tony and Pepper blinked at him, stunned. Finally, Tony put his hands on his hips, shoulders straight as he earnestly answered, "The bra. Natasha should have been overcome with lust and finally ask Pepper out."

"HUH," Steve bellowed again, and only then did Pepper start to blush, mortification flooding over her face. "WAS THAT A NORMAL THOUGHT FOR YOU."

"...Sexy and helpless has always worked before," Tony offered helplessly.

Steve didn't know what to do in response. No words came. A lot of feelings did, though. He let out what Clint had once called "an emotional outlet of speechlessness not unlike a pterodactyl screech."

"Oh my god I can't believe I flashed the whole team trying to get Natasha to ask me out," Pepper gasped, burying her face in her hands. "Why did that seem like a good idea. Tony, I'm resigning immediately and moving to Alaska."

"I will get plastic surgery and disappear forever if you make me CEO again," Tony said, in a way that made it clear he meant it. "Also it worked on me, and I'm not even a spy who makes a living reading emotions." He eyed Pepper skeptically. "Maybe red is just too much my color. We should put you in black. More lace, too. This time we'll manufacture a more intimate setting. Natasha will definitely jump your bones then."

Steve's brain finally caught up with him. "This was all to get Natasha to ask Pepper out?"

"Well she hasn't picked up on any of our other hints!" Tony snapped, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm dying here, Steve. Pepper's bad at asking people out."

"SO ARE YOU," Steve bellowed furiously.

Tony gasped, offended. "Excuse me? I asked Pepper out all the time. I got her a martini with seven olives."

Pepper swiveled to stare up at him, aghast. "You thought getting me a martini with seven olives was asking me out?"

"You only asked for five," Tony explained, offense fading to confusion. "I was proving I could go above and beyond."

Tony had once come up with a dozen new flavors of Super Serum-specific protein smoothie when Steve had just asked for one. Steve let out another screech. Had that also been flirting?! He was going to throw Natasha off the roof. She'd said Tony was just friendly. Then again, Pepper had been (badly) trying to seduce her and she hadn't noticed, so.

"JARVIS, tell Natasha to meet me on the roof," Steve said, turning to head for the elevator. Maybe he'd cool down by the time he got there. Maybe he'd actually try to chuck her. In any case, he was going to have words. He'd been pining for Tony for months and apparently he'd been giving off fuck-me vibes in his own special, Tony Stark way, and neither of them had noticed.

Worst case scenario, he could always throw himself off the roof, too.

[html-nae]

F I X I T

42!Miles x fem!OC

WC: 647

Aaron glanced at his nephew entering the garage. He turned his head away from Miles trying to hold in a laugh that was about to escape.

“What’s so funny Unc?”

Miles asked, as he shrugged off the jacket that was around his shoulders. Aaron shook his head while his hand came up to his mouth to muffle whatever noises were escaping. Miles looked at his uncle in annoyance and huffed, not finding what was so funny.

“I think you should take a look in the mirror, nephew.”

Aaron finally said with a chuckle. He crossed his arms and leaned against the desk that held the next project for Miles’ suit. The latter rolled his eyes and trudge to the mirror that was hanging on the wall.

“What the hell?”

Instead of the normal intimidating Prowler mask, what looked like a smiley face was in its place. Aaron busted out laughing, his shoulders shaking and his cackle echoing throughout the spacious place. Miles shot a look at his uncle before taking off the set and chucking it into a bag.

He walked out the garage muttering curses under his breath with the sounds of his uncle’s laughter following him.

“Fix it.”

Miles demanded. He dropped the bag onto Alani’s desk and crossed his arms. He was tired and annoyed. His eyes were sunken in more than normal and his braids were fuzzy. Alani almost felt bad for doing what she did, until she thought about it and cracked a smile. The image of him running around jumping from rooftop to rooftop with a smiley face on the mask contrasting with his dark outfit made her happy.

“I don’t know what youre talking about Miles.”

She said while laying down on her bed. Her braids laid out behind her, framing her face. Alani’s glasses fell down the bridge of her nose and she rolled over on her stomach and grabbed a book that was on her bedside table.

“Can you please fix my mask?”

He huffed with defeat. Alani smiled and closed her book.

“Can you please pay more attention to me and not disregard me like you’ve been doing?”

Miles dropped his head, embarrassed that he wasn’t spending much time with his girlfriend, he had a classic awkward Miles smile on his face when he looked up and nodded quietly.

“Then yes, I’ll fix your mask.”

Alani grabbed the mask out of the bag and a cable that was connected to her laptop. Miles watched as she typed and deleted codes with the light from the laptop highlighting her face. The glasses framed her face nicely and he could see the shadow from her lashes.

“You’re so pretty.”

She stopped typing and looked at Miles with a smile.

“Thank you Miles.”

And with that she unplugged his mask and placed it back inside the bag that held the rest of his belongings.

“No, thank you. I’ll see you later. I gotta go help Uncle Aaron with some stuff, but I promise i’ll be back before you go to sleep.”

Alani nodded and watched as he left out the window and ran in the direction of his Uncle’s garage.

“He’s about to hate me.”

She said to herself while locking her window and making sure her doors were locked just in case he came back.

“Aye nephew.”

Aaron called while turning around. His face dropped before the corners of his face lifted up with a smile. Once again, his mask was changed.

Not back to normal though, but to a different face.

The new face that branded the Prowler mask was a winking face.

“Yeah, wassup Unc?”

Aaron shook his head, dismissing Miles to go onto his next mission. He grabbed his phone and texted his nephew’s girlfriend a quick

Well done.

With a laughing emoji following it before shutting off his phone and continuing on with his work.

[ponstermenis-writing]

✩Tim Shepard Vs. That Little Psychopath from the Curtis Gang✩

Tim Shepard & Johnny Cade

It didn’t snow often in Tulsa. So when it did, it became a big deal.

Tim was—for some reason—hanging out with the Curtis gang. He had originally come by to give Darrel back a piece of Christmas decor that Curly stole for absolutely no reason at all. He just ended up… not leaving.

Sometime while he was there, it began to snow.

“Holy shit. It’s snowing.” Tim finds himself saying, glancing out the kitchen’s window. The little one—his name starts with a ‘J’, Tim never cared to learn his name because he wasn’t half the threat the rest of the gang was—muttered something that sounded mocking under his breath.

“What was that?” Tim askes, turning to him and raising a brow. The boy lifts his head, glances around, and then looks back at Tim. “Aren’t you a little old to be excited about snow?” He says, the corners of his mouth tilting up in a smirk.

Tim could already feel his face heating up from embarrassment. It didn’t help that the two other people in the kitchen—Dallas and Darrel—started laughing just loud enough to be heard.

Tim found himself stepping outside a second later. He can’t help but smirk secretly to himself as he gathers a decent amount into his hands. He peeks his head back into the room for just a second.

Ponyboy—Little Curtis, as Tim called him—whispered something to his pal. The boy turned—Tim chucked the snowball at him the second he was facing his way. The room was silent for a second.

Johnny was actually the first to laugh, wiping some off his face. The others followed—Tim could very much see Dallas glaring at him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“The hell was that for?” Dallas whispers to him. Tim—still just barely leaning inside the building—shurgged his shoulders. “Just a little joke. He had it coming.” Dallas begins to open his mouth—Tim shuts the door before he can.

“Jesus!” He gasps, turning around to see the younger standing right behind him. Tim hadn’t seen him sneak off. And he would’ve had to be quick to get there that fast. And there were no footprints following him. The hell?

“You should probably apologize.” The boy—Johnny! That’s his name—says, a sweet looking smile on his face that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“You have some on your nose.” Tim says simply, already turning to walk away. “Apologize.” The boy repeats—he doesn’t even attempt to stop him, yet Tim pauses anyway. His tone is so cold—like all humor from before was ripped away.

Whenever Dallas spoke about him—which was …very often—he always said Johnny was incapable of sticking up for himself. Tim certainly isn't seeing that.

“No.” He says, holding back his own smirk.

The front door opens a second later. “Johnny, there you are! Get back inside, it's freezing.” Darrel says, already tugging him in the door. “What are you even doing out here?”

“Revenge.” Johnny says—he says it in a joking tone but something about it makes a chill go down his spine.

“Maybe you guys should have a snowball fight.” Darry says in the same tone,heading back inside as well. Tim can see the boy smiling at him creepily from the doorway as it closes.

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Tims not entirely sure why—but he does end up showing up to the lot the next day.

Obviously he isn’t going to have an honest to god snowball fight with a fifteen year old, he’s not crazy. He actually did come to apologize—in the way any Shepard apologizes, anyway.

He pulls open the gate, shaking some of the snow off of his hands. Upon closer inspection, there’s nothing there but a single snowman. As impressive as the size of it is, all he can do is sigh and turn to leave.

There’s a lock on the gate—like, an honest to god lock with chains and shit. He’s lived in Tulsa for 17 years and he’s NEVER seen that gate locked. Also—he just opened it—not even a minute ago.

Just as he turns around, someone actually jumps out of the snowman. He doesn't even see who it is before he’s pelted over and over again by snowballs. He stumbles backward completely out of shock—his back hits the the gate and he falls forward onto the freshly salted cement.

Even as he’s on the ground, whoever it is keeps tossing snowballs at him. They have to have rocks in them or something—because they hurt . All he can do is bring his hands up to his head and curl in on himself.

The person doesn’t stop too long after—though Tim’s sure they just ran out of snowballs.

“Jesus, I can’t feel my fingers.” A voice says—Tim blearily opens his eyes and glances up at them—

HOLY SHIT— JOHNNY CADE?!

“Hey, Tim, Maybe you should ice that!” The boy laughs, kicking him once in the chest for good measure while pointing at his face. When Tim reaches up and touch’s his face—he realizes that his nose is quite literally bleeding.

He reaches out to try and grab the boy’s leg—he can’t be seriously bested by some little psycho kid—but Johnny rips his leg away and actually steps on his hand. Luckily he doesn’t do it hard enough to break, but enough so that Tim has to put his hand away before he does.

Tim hasn’t been beaten that badly by a Curtis member ever in his entire life. Even Dallas usually stopped when he didn’t fight back—but that little freak just kept wailing on him. It was bad enough that Tim had to lie there, defenseless, to gather up the strength to stand.

He finally pulled himself to stand after a few moments. It’s not even that he was hurt—it was the utter shock.

Tim makes it back into the house not long after. “Jeez, what happened to you?” Curly asks, looking over the couch to look at him. “Johnny Cade.” He says simply, heading to the kitchen for ice.

Curly laughs—he doesn’t stop until he notes that Tim isn’t joining in. “You’re joking.” He says, furrowing his brows. “I don’t think he’s even capable of getting into a fight.”

“Me either.”

“Even if he did try to fight you—you’re seriously saying he beat your ass?” Curly knows Johnny more than he does—but he seems to think just like Dallas does.

“It was like—a fucking ambush, man, I don’t know what you want me to say.” Tim says defensively—he’s slowly getting more and more embarrassed that he got his shit rocked by a big half his size.

“Johnny Cade ambushed you?” Curly asks, unimpressed. “Have you had anything to drink?”

“No, I haven’t had anything to drink you little shit. ” Tim barks, acutely aware of the promise he made to Angela about staying sober for Christmas. “That little freak hopped out of a fucking snowman and threw snowballs at me!”

“Snowballs?” Curly smirks. “Yes—With rocks!” Tim yells, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. “Mhm.” Curly hums, unimpressed. “Just make sure you don’t do any driving—“

“Fuck you, Curly.” Tim says finally, storming off to his room.

“Watch out for any flying snowballs!” Curly yells back to him, ignoring the jacket tossed at his head.

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It was only a few days later—the effect of the first attack was wearing off. He’s almost a hundred percent sure he imagined the whole thing.

Johnny Cade? Attacking him? With snowballs and rocks? Fat chance.

Tim throws his jacket onto the counter as he comes into the house, shaking the snow out of his hair while grumbling. “Hey, Curly, I thought I told you to shovel the damn driveway.” He scolds, lifting his head up to look at the boy.

Curly was watching TV—he didn’t even turn to look at Tim. He’s usually a little shut about being told what to do, but he knows better than to ignore him.

“Hello? Earth to Curly Shepard.” Tim furrows his brow, walking up to the boy. He takes his head in his hands and shakes it back and forth lightly when he doesn’t respond.

Suddenly, Curly turns—and holy shit it’s not Curly.

Johnny-Fucking-Cade reaches up and smashes a snowball into the side of his head hard enough to send him tumbling to the ground. He and Curly both have pretty long hair—curly and black, it’s a miracle nobody ever commented on how similar it was.

Johnny jumps over the couch and manages to keep him on the ground simply by pelting his in the face with snowballs—over, and over, and over again.

“Johnny!” Tim yells, bringing his hands up to cover his face when the familiar sting comes back. “Cut that out!”

Johnny just laughs, hitting him with a few more before he just dumps the rest on him. He manages to quite literally jump over him—narrowly missing Tim’s hand trying to grab him.

“That was fun, let’s do it again sometime!” Johnny says, already at the door.

Tim doesn’t like what that alludes to.

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Every single time Johnny gets him, he’s caught off guard. So this time around he’s sure to be ready.

When he enters the Curtis house to pick up Curly, he keeps a tightly-packed snowball tucked safely in his hand. Nobody seems to notice that he’s shown up, doing their own thing.

He decides to get the upper hand.

Johnny stands from the couch—he passes by the group and it looks like he’s heading towards the bedrooms. Tim aims for his head, throwing it as hard as can—he used to be on the baseball team, so god knows it’ll hurt.

And, he fucking misses.

He misses entirely and manages to hit the window beside him and shatter it. The only thing stopping Johnny from being covered in shards of broken glass is Darrel Curtis tugging him back.

The whole room is silent as they all turn to stare at him—wide eyed and mouths agape. Tim’s fight or flight response kicks it—usually it’s fight, Tim Shepard doesn’t back down goddammit. But yeah he’s gonna fly like the damn Wright brothers today.

He makes it all the way to the front gate before he’s tugged back by the collar. Darrel Curtis glares down at him when he turns. “Tim, can I talk to you?” He asks, a dark look in his eyes.

“No you cannot.” Tim says frantically, already trying to run off again. Darrel doesn’t do much to stop him except for keeping his hand on his collar, which happens to be quite effective.

And yeah, maybe picking a fight with a guy that has over 1000 pounds of man bowing to his every whim because he’s such an Angel maybe wasn’t Tim’s… best idea ever.

Darrel drags him to the side of the house, crossing his arms and glaring down at him. “Tim,” he begins. “What the hell was that? You could have seriously hurt him!”

“Oh, yeah? So it’s okay when he—“ Tim pauses, seeing a little pair of black eyes peeking out from the corner of the house. Darrel turns to see where he’s looking. “Johnny? Is everything alright?” He askes in a gentle tone.

“Y-yeah Darry, I’m alright.” The boy says, fully coming to the side of the house while giving them both a soft smile. “I just—well, yesterday I threw a snowball at Tim on his way home from work. It’s not his fault and—“

Holy shit, this kid's a good actor. He genuinely seemed so innocent and worried—If Tim wasn’t the one being attacked he’d believe him too.

“Johnny, go back inside, okay? None of this is your fault.” Darry says in that same soft voice he only used with Johnny. Johnny looked sad while Darry turned away—but once he wasn’t looking he made sure to give Tim an evil little smirk.

Johnny walked off a moment later, before Tim could say anything.

“Seriously, Tim? That’s the kid you decided to hurl things at?” Darry askes, incredulous. Tim opens and closes his mouth a few times before he gets any words out. “You don’t get it—that little freak has been terrorizing me! He’s been chasing me around with snowballs and breaking in—”

Darrel smacks him right on the cheek before he can say anything more. “Don’t you dare call him a freak.” The older snarls, face set in a deep scowl. “Let’s say, in some alternate universe, he is chasing you around with snowballs. So what? I’ve played football with him, Tim, he cannot throw that hard.”

“Tell that to my fucking nose!”

“He’s a kid, Tim. Even if he was doing any of this—which he isn’t —he probably just thinks two are playing around.” Tim thinks that’s fucking comical—Johnny is exactly two years younger than him, they aren’t that far apart in age. “What you did was dangerous and inappropriate. You could have seriously hurt someone.

Tim opens his mouth to once again defend his honor, but Darry interrupts.

“I don't want you coming to my house anymore, okay? Get a fucking hold of yourself.” Darry says with a sense of finality, walking off before Tim could say anything more.

He actually did end up listening—he didn’t go anywhere near that house or their gang. Partly, because he’s embarrassed by the fact that to everyone else—he’s going after someone years younger than him, half his size, incredibly sweet, and genuinely likable… all because of one comment about him being childish. Also because he was terrified that the boy would tear him apart Jack the Ripper style.

He gets home that night with a gift on his porch step. He glances around, seeing nobody and no foot-marks in the snow. He picks it up and surveys the outside. ‘Hey Timmy, Merry Christmas. Open immediately, Love Syl.” Read the little note attached to the corner.

Sylvia is Dallas’s on and off girlfriend—she’s usually with Tim when they are off.

He chuckles and slowly pulls off the bow. He has to pry the top of the box open—when he finally gets it open, he’s met with a flash of white and the feeling of something cold hitting his face.

Upon closer inspection—Johnny, because who else would it be—had managed to build some kind of mini catapult that tossed a fucking snowball into his face the second he opened it.

He could hear maniacal laughter to his left—when he looked, after wiping his face off, he could see Johnny Cade actually doubled over laughing at him. Tim drops the box and starts chasing him—Johnny bolts.

And, for having short legs, the kid can run very very fast. But Tim got a head start and also is incredibly angry. He catches him at the lot, tackling the boy to the ground.

Even when he’s on top of the boy with his hands fisted in his shirt, he’s still fucking laughing.

“Dude, seriously , I surrender.” Tim says, getting off of him. Johnny takes a moment to catch his breath—not from running, but from laughing because he’s actually crazy. “I don’t accept your surrender.” He says simply, pushing himself to stand.

“Seriously, cut it out.” Tim repeats, standing as well. He’s a full head taller than the boy and he still feels intimidated.

“One condition.” Johnny smiles.

“Anything.”

“I want you to admit that you’re a childish little asshole and the only reason anyone hangs out with you is because they’re worried you’ll attack them like the hopped-up adrenaline junkie you are.”

Tim is actually taken aback. Most by the words, but Johnny says it so casually that if he didn’t speak English he’d think he was asking for directions. “You’re a psychopath.” Tim says, furrowing his brow.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Johnny says, shrugging his shoulders and walking off. Tim stands there, staring at the spot he was just in, for about 30 minutes before he leaves.

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He didn’t see Johnny for a week. He’s sure the boy is planning something—probably just waiting until he lets his guard down. He’s looking over his shoulder more often and he's not sure if he's hearing things or there actually is someone walking around his house at night.

Its the thursday before Christmas and the Shepards decide to go to a diner for dinner. They usually don’t even eat together—but it feels wrong being so separated during this time of year.

Curly is racing out the door—the place stops selling milkshakes after 9pm and it is currently 8:45. “Woah.” He mutters, standing frozen in the doorway. “What is it?” Angela askes, looking out the door and then having the same reaction.

Tim shoves them both out of the way to look for himself—stopping dead in his.

Snowmen—big ones—lined up one by one along the front lawn. “You weren’t joking.” Curly says from beside him with raised brows, glancing around the array of identical snowmen.

Angela just rolls her eyes, making an attempt to walk to the car. Tim grabs her arm tugging her back. “We oughta be a little more careful, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, Jack Frost might jump us.” Curly adds from behind her. Tim feels his cheeks heat up and just groans. Even now neither of them believe him—which, fair. If anyone is else told him that Johnny Cade was terrorizing him to the point of psychological torture…. Yeah, he wouldn’t believe them either.

Tim watches from the door as they both walk to the car and get in. He knows he eventually has to move—but atleast the boy is kind enough to not attack his innocent siblings. Well, not innocent, the asshole-ery runs through their blood.

He takes his first step off the porch and towards the hoard. Luckily, there’s so many—his siblings can’t really see him duck out of their way and definitely punch through a few. He doesn’t remember even being this scared in his life—which is, truly , saying a lot.

By the time he makes it to the car—his hands and forearms covered in snow, and he’s breathing heavily enough to fog up the windows. “You are actually pathetic.” Angela laughs at him from the passenger seat

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Tim grumbles, putting the car in gear while backing out. He really doesn’t get what he’s so scared of—he only got genuinely hurt once, right? Not to mention that if anything truly bad happened he could just beat the kid’s ass—

Holy shit he’s on the roof.

Upon backing out—he takes a single glance back at that house. Johnny-fucking-Cade is on the roof, sitting with his legs crossed and leaning on the chimney. He swears he sees the kid wink at him—right before he hops down to the back of the house, out of sight.

“What’re you staring at?” Curly asks from the backseat, leaning forward to look out the windshield. Tim just sighs, hauling ass out of there before he decides to chase after them or something.

Yeah, he’s not gonna mess with that kid again.

[brakke-dino]

What are you doing?

Spider was left to his own in the Recoms hang out, while they dealt with what was apparently private matters. Spider jumped on the couch and laid waiting there watching the fan, until in the corner of his eye he spotted something. A blank notebook and to his luck a pen as-well “What a score!!” Spider cheered to himself.

Without hesitation Spider began drawing, all his favourite things in the forest in extreme detail. There was drawings of Kiri, Lo’ak, Tuk and Neteyam throughout it to drawn with big eyes and every detail down to there glowing dots and beads in there hair. Spider was proud of himself because this was his first time drawing with a pen, and he liked the weird smell it made.

While Spiders head was stuck in his new Sketchbook slowly filling the pages, he hadn’t noticed the 6hrs that went by he didn’t even know if he had changed positions. He also didn’t notice the two tall Na’vis enter the room, but he did notice when one sat on the couch by his feet, giving Spider a scare as he didn’t notice them. “What are you doing there?” Quaritch asked pointing to the notebook.

Of course it was Quaritch, Spider looked behind Quaritch their was Lyle the iconic duo. “Non of your business!” Spider replied not wanting to talk and continue drawing. Spider closed the book so Quaritch couldn’t catch a peak, Spider put the book behind his back.

“Everything you do here is my business, how do I know your not planning my murder!?” Quaritch held out his had expecting Spider to just give to up. Spider was not giving up his secret that easy, no way. “Show me Spider!” Quaritch added how getting impatient.

Spider looked at Lyle one more time, he was looking for some support but he knew Lyle wouldn’t help him. Quaritch grabbed Spider reaching for the book, in shock Spider held the book out of Quaritch reach. Are they really about to do this, they started wrestling Quaritch trying to get the book and Spider keeping it out of his reach pushing and wriggling around. “Little help here Lyle!” Quaritch shouted as Lyle stood there laughing.

With the orders Lyle picked Spider up by the feet, Spider dangled death gripping the book. Quaritch gave Spider a little tickle and with that Spider stoped the book, and Lyle put him down. Quaritch began flickering through the pages “Why hide this?” Quaritch asked holding up the page with a drawing of Kiri, showing him and Lyle.

“Because it’s private!!” Spider yelled snatching his book back. Spider stomped over to the bin and chucked the book out, then continued to the toilet locking the door. Quaritch looked at Lyle then walked over to the bin retrieving Spiders book, Lyle and him went through all of Spider’s book. They raised some suspicion at the same girl drawn multiple times. they ripped out what they thought was the 5 most best, then hung them on the fridge as high as possible so Spider couldn’t rip them off.

All the Recoms were back and started cooking dinner, Spider walked out to see what the noise was and to his horror he saw them all gathered around the fridge. They were looking at his art, how? He had thrown it out. He looked over to Quaritch and Lyle who had smug looking faces holding up Spiders book. Spider ran over to the fridge and tried to pull off the drawings, they laughed at his failed attempts because he was to short but he eventually climbed the fridge and grabbed them. He stormed over to Quaritch and grabbed his book putting the drawings back, he was glad they retrieved it but he was mad he put it on display. “There’s more show us your talent kid!” Z-dog yelled as Spider sat on the couch with his book.

Spiders face was red of embarrassment, he sat there hiding his face in his knees and book holding it as hard as he could. Every one crowded Spider asking to see his art, tugging at spiders book. How could Quaritch do this to him not only look threw his book but show it to everyone now look at his situation. Spider began panicking they were all swarming around him, last time this happened was when Spider was a kid and had kept a little bracelet he made from the Sully’s and they wanted to see it. “Guys give him space I’m sure he’ll show you if he feels like it” Quaritch commented Sitting next to the kid. Spider was saved they all took a seat giving spider space.

They all looked at Spider as he lifted his head moving his book. “I -um. I will show some of you know and some after dinner?” Spider offered they all nodded and with that half of them left leaving a small group. This was okay Spider could deal with this. Spider went through his book with everyone explaining every sketch, Spider was actually loving this soaking up all the praise he got. Quaritch was glad to see Spider happy and enjoying himself he felt bad for what he did at first but now he was glad he did.

Hope you enjoyed this. Some little fluff compared to the others iv been writing lately :) I know what it’s like too have a personal book and someone just go threw it without asking (most teachers). Once again hopefully you enjoyed this one shot :)

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[fullofgutsndopamine]

Homesick For You (And I Don’t Know Why)

or: d&d first date au

tw:cursing, first date, use of his real name

charlie rocks back and fourth on his heels, cranes his neck in a desolate parking lot and checks his watch for the fourth time.

He's early. this is normal-and you had just texted that you had left, a thirty minute drive for you, but still-he's nervous naturally.

he's had his handful of bad dates before-probably more bad than good-

and you seem great so far; can keep a conversation going, a good sense of humor but fuck he's thought that before about others too.

A tiny car he can't place the name of pulls into the parking lot, a heavy bass comes out of it and he bites the inside of his lip to keep from smiling.

He recognizes your profile immediately, even through tinted windows and the half blurry photos from your dating profile.

He gives you a second to get out of the car, not to seem to eager or anything like that-and his phone vibrates in his hand

you're slowly getting out of your car, your hands shaking as you type out a text to him:

hey charlie! it's-

no no-you backspace-that seems too excited for it

"Hey stranger!"

You jump at the sound of the voice you've only known from phone calls lately.

he comes to your side. there’s an awkward beat for two seconds before he speaks:

"So," he has to physically stop himself from his teeth chattering, all nerves, "Have you played before?"

you blow air out of your lips:

"define play."

he laughs: "i'll take it-"

"I mean like," you're talking over him, so nervous, "Like, with the people i went to high school with. But like, it was super casual-"

he's nodding, holding the door for you as you walk in and you wait in the threshold for him, his hand on the small of your back as he leads you in.

The bar is empty, just you two as you both slide into chairs next to one another, and immediately he's talking. it's more rambling, about his knowledge (or lack thereof) of IPAs, and alcohol in general and "Fuck, I'm gonna freeze and just point, i know it'"

Time moves fast, and before you know it, you're sliding into a chair next to Charlie, knees knocking together. Plans were last second; you hold a character sheet on a dimming phone as you crane your neck to check Charlie's out.

He was kind the entire time, his knees knocking into yours as he's over your shoulder, pointing and offering characters ("No, like. A Monk with religious guilt is a good idea-" or "No, I think if your bard played a flute badly that would arguably make it funnier.")

The game continues and his hand hovers over yours, slowly handing you dice, asking for you to shake it before he rolls it-at first you think it's a bad pick-up line, but when he rolls his second one of the game well-you have to help him when you can.

Charlie sighs dramatically and you expect the worst, something along the lines of: this is the worst date i've ever been on or it's embarrassing how this was your idea of a first date-

instead, he leans back in his seat, the front of the chairs leave the floor, are airborne when he speaks:

"You'll have to throw me."

If it wasn't for the smirk, it would be hard to place he's kidding by the straight face.

"I'm sorry," You're laughing, shaking your head, "I what?!”

He shakes his head, sighing, but the smirk remains:

"Throw me. You're going to have to chuck me at the monster."

"Oh," You're nodding, "I see, you have a death wish."

And finally he's laughing and it's nice- high pitched and loud, but it rips through him, the corner of his eyes squinting as he's clearly happy-it's nice, you find yourself wanting to make him laugh again,

"Look," he's ticking reasons off his fingers, "I'm small, right?"

"I-"

"And!" The second figure comes up, his other hand covers over your finger with a smirk before he can overthink it, "I can land on his head and poke his eyes out..

He pauses, shrugs and waves his hand in the air,

"Or something. Whatever."

And you're laughing again, his hand still on yours, neither of you making the move to move one another's-

"Or whatever," You laugh, "Charlie, you have a death wish.”

He laughs, holding his hands in the air, "Alright, I have a second character made, you caught me."

"You're serious," You're speaking low like it's a secret, your face close enough to him you can smell the liquor on his breath, see the beauty marks that liter and line his face-physically stopping yourself from reaching out and tracing the constellation on his face, "You want me to?"

He leans in: "It would be my honor."

His hand laces into yours under the table, and he's side eyeing you, like he isn't sure this is alright, this is a good first move, but when you're hand squeezes his back, he settles back in with a content look.

Charlie resists the urge to grab either side of your face, pull you close when you successfully chuck him on top of the undead monster, instead pumping his fist in the air-the game pauses there, members needing to leave, needing drink refills, it slowly gets quiet.

"Well," He sighs looking at you, "Who would've thought the big bad guy would be attracted to fire instead of being afraid of it?"

He's teasing, and you're laughing easily.

Your hand is still tangled in his, the pad of his thumb slowly draws circles around your hand, easy looping around again and again, some comfortable movement he does as he listens to you talk.

"I had fun," he says gently, "This might be the best first date l've ever been on."

"Well," You're smiling widely, "you're easy to impress."

"Maybe," he shrugs, "Maybe we could do this again?"

The pad of his thumb is calloused as it runs over the top of your hand and you're thinking how you could get use to this:

"Yeah," playing it cool long gone, "It's a date."

[crystalsnow95z]

An old story in my drafts that I really enjoy reading since for some reason I'm in a self loathing stage with all my new work.

Sickie: Taehyung with the flu

Tw; emeto

"No, no, no!" Jimin squeals with a giggle, running away from Jungkook's giant snowball that the mankae was holding.

"You should've thought about that before you hit me in the back of the head hyungie!" Jungkook uses both hands to chuck it at Jimin's back just barely making contact.

Jimin falls over laughing, gathering up the snowball remains to make a new ball, half the original size, chasing his attacker. "Jungkook-ah!"

Jungkook runs away from Jimin, unaware that he was running towards Taehyung, who hurls his own snowball, getting revenge for his soulmate.

"Aiish!" Jungkook jumps in surprise when he feels the snow hit his shoulder, looking around to see where it came from.

Taehyung quickly hides behind a tree, but Jungkook notices his footprints in the snow, gathering snow as he walks, hitting Taehyung in the side. "Found you!"

Jungkook starts shaking the tree, both getting covered in snow from the branches above, his hood protecting him from the snow, only having to shake his head to get it to fall off.

"Jungkook-ah that's cold! It went in my coat!" Taehyung complains with a whine, not being so lucky to have protection from the cold, trying to get the snow from the back of his jacket, wiping his snowy hands on Jungkook's cheek.

"That's cold! Hyung!" Jungkook laughs, trying to catch Taehyung's hands, the two wrestling each other to the ground.

Jimin watches the two play at a safe distance, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. "You two are crazy, you're getting soaked."

"Babies! It's time to get going! Come here!" J-hope calls to the three youngest.

Jimin goes over to them, offering a hand. "Hobi-hyubg is calling us. Playtimes over."

"It's been an hour and a half already? It went by so fast." Jungkook takes Jimin's hand, pulling himself up turning to Taehyung to do the same.

Taehyung takes Jungkook's hand, letting the mankae pull him to his feet. The three boys walk in the direction they heard J-hope. "It's much colder now that I'm not running around.."

"Aw my poor Tete, you're shivering.." Jimin wraps around him, making him have to waddle through the snow.

"Do you want to wear my beanie?" Jungkook offers, feeling guilty about getting Taehyung's hair wet. He takes it off and puts it on Taehyung without waiting for his answer. "Your ears are really red.. I'm sorry hyung."

"It's okay. I'll be warm when we get to the car." Taehyung reassures him with a smile, forcing his teeth not to chatter. Maybe I shouldn't have given my hat to hyung..

"Oh wow, you actually finished it. It's so cute." Jungkook goes up to the snowman the older boys were working on as their punishment for losing run BTS.

"I'm surprised we did." Namjoon proudly stands next to it, J-hope taking a photo.

"It's super cute. I like the little heart mouth."Jimin smiles brightly, touching the little stones.

"That was my idea. It took a bit to find enough rocks with all this snow." Jin presses one of the stones more firmly in place.

"The mouth reminds me of Hoba's smile. It's my favorite part, too. " Yoongi states, watching J-hope blush, smiling brightly.

"Jiminie, can you get a picture of all of us together before we go?" J-hope asks, pulling Namjoon and Jin closer to him for the photo, Jin putting his arm around Yoongi trying to hide his embarrassment.

Jimin happily obliges, smiling when he notices Jungkook photo bombing, making a funny face behind Jin. I'm surprised Taehyungie isn't joining in..

Jimin looks around to see where Taehyung was. The deagu boy was trying to blow on his hands to warm them. "Let's get one more photo and get home. Taehyungies really cold.." Jimin pulls Taehyung towards the group, letting staff take one group photo.

"I-i'm okay, Minnie." Taehyung gives a smile for the photo, feeling someone drape a scarf around him.

"Don't worry Vuu, we'll get you warm." Jin takes off his gloves, trying to rub warmth into Taehyung's reddened knuckles. "Take a shower when we get home..both you and Jk. I can hear your teeth chattering Gukkie."

"Taehyung-ah. It's time to wake up. It's time to get up.." J-hope crawls on top of the sleeping Taehyung, curling his body around him like a koloa.

Taehyung gives a low hum as a response, just barely waking up to the sound of J-hope's voice.

"Taehyungie.. we have a photoshoot to do today.." Jhope unburies Taehyung's face, his cheerful demeanor faltering. "Aiigo Tae, your nose is so red.. are you feeling okay?" He places his hands on Taehyung's cheek, checking for warmth, sighing with relief. He doesn't feel warm and he isn't pale..

"No.. my head hurts and my nose is all stuffed.." Taehyung's voice comes out in a husky low murmur. He tried to open his eyes to look at J-hope but he instantly closes them, the gentle sunlight peeking through the window being too much for his pounding head. "It's too bright.."

"Stay here, I'll go get you some medicine okay?" Hoseok rushes out of the room to find something for his headache making a mental note to ask staff to get some cold medicine.

"Where's Taehyungie?" Jimin asks when he sees J-hope leaving the room alone, peeking into the room to see

"He's still in the room. I think he caught a cold. He's congested, and it's giving him a headache.. I'm going to get him something for the pain. Could you go to the kitchen and get him some water?" J-hope asks continuing his adventure into his room to find the pills he packed in his travel bag.

Jimin goes into the kitchen to get water, rushing to check on his ailing soulmate. Taehyung had already started falling back to sleep, Jimin running his hand through his hair. "Taetae, you need to get up, I brought you some water, and hyung will bring you medicine.. You can come back to sleep after the photoshoot, okay?"

Taehyung sits up slowly, feeling lightheaded and weak. He had work to do. He didn't have time to lay around. I'm a professional..i can't let a small thing like a cold bring me down..I've done full concerts with a cold..taking photos is nothing..

He hyped himself up, opening his eyes slowly. "It's so bright out with the snow.." Taehyung complains softly, taking the water Jimin brought him,gulping down a few mouthfuls before closing it and placing it on the table, rubbing his fingertips over his rippling middle. "I shouldn't have eaten before bed..my stomach hurts.."

"I told you and Jungkookie eaten an hour before bed would upset your stomachs.." Jimin reaches to make small circles over Taehyung's sour stomach.

"Jungkook-ah has a stomach ache too?" Taehyung asks, worry etched on his face.

"He was complaining about having heartburn, but he's okay, he was eating when i left him.so it can't be that bad." Jimin reassures Taehyung. "You should eat something too."

"I'll eat after the photoshoot.." Taehyung had no appetite, the mention of food making him feel queasy, quickly making an excuse before Jimin could argue. "I'm not very hungry.. I ate last night.."

J-hope enters the room with a thermometer and two round pills, handing the pills to Taehyung and putting the thermometer by his ear to test his temperature. "Yoongi-hyung wanted to be sure he wasn't running a fever before we left. He's fine." It's only a tiny bit higher than his usual temperature,I'll just keep an eye on him..

Taehyung tried to focus on the photographers instructions, but the rice that J-hope insisted he eat before leaving since the shoot was estimated to be three hours long was churning uncomfortably in his stomach.

"Was that you Taetae?" J-hope asks when he hears the gurgling of the youngers stomach, holding him from behind for the group shots. "Are you feeling okay? Do you need a break?"

"No, I'm okay.." Taehyung tries to give J-hope a smile, but his smile doesn't last more than a second. He puts his hands in his pockets to stop himself from touching his stomach, pushing through the group shot.

I just need to get through my solo pictures, Jungkook do is solo shots then me, Jiminie and Jungkook do our mankae shots.. we're almost done.. I can't be getting sick now.

"Take it easy Tete, you don't want to push yourself.." Jimin rubs Taehyung's shoulder. "You're really tense.."

"My headache just came back.. it's just all these flashing lights.." Taehyung tries to downplay how he feels, quickly moving away to get some water.

"Taehyungie are you sure you're okay?" J-hope goes by Taehyung, feeling the back of his neck. "You're Sweating Taehyungie.."

"It's just all these lights." Taehyung coughs into his fist. "There's only a little bit left to do, then I can rest until practice later today.."

"No, no practice for you today. You need to focus on getting better." J-hope wasn't falling for Taehyung's tough guy act. Taking photos is one thing, but hours of dance practice.. I can't watch him push himself past his limits..

"But we're-"

"No, Taehyung. You need to focus on recovering. Go get your make up touched up, I'll get the okay from Namjoon." J-hope uses a stern tone.

"Yes hyung.." Taehyung goes to the makeup artist, bowing in apology for messing up his makeup, almost falling forward when a wave of pain washes over him where he bent his stomach. "I'm sorry.."

"No don't apologize, it's not your fault. It's no trouble at all. Do you want to blow your nose for me before I start?" The woman gives him a tissue, speaking politely.

Taehyung touches underneath his nose,blushing when he feels the sticky wet mucus touch his fingertips quickly turning away to blow his nose, wincing at the pressure behind his eyes. "I'm sorry.."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. It's not the first time it won't be the last.. just sit here and relax okay?"

Taehyung nods, taking a seat in front of her.

"Are you okay?" Namjoon asks when he approaches Taehyung, rubbing his shoulders. "You don't have to continue if you aren't feeling up to it."

"Yeah, yeah.. this cold is just kicking my butt.. I can finish the shoot. I'm okay." Taehyung relaxes a bit underneath Namjoon's touch. "That feels nice.."

"You're so tense Taehyung-ah.. I agree with Hobi, it's too much of a risk for to join dance practice. I don't want you pulling a muscle.." Namjoon frets over Taehyung.

"I'm sorry.. I'll be okay in a few days and I'll work hard to make up for it.." Taehyung hugs his stomach when another ripple of pain fills his middle, forcing himself to not lower his head as the makeup noona works on his eyes.

"Im almost finished." She says softly.

"Taehyung-ah are you okay?" Namjoon feels Taehyung tensing back up underneath his palms.

"Yeah, yeah..I just thought I had to sneeze and held it in.." Taehyung's stomach knotted up more to lie to Namjoon, but he couldn't let him pull him before his solo shots were out of the way.

"Finished." The staff member adds a last bit of makeup to his nose to cover up the redness.

"I'll finish up the shoot quickly then rest, okay hyung?" Taehyung says getting up to get back to work. The sooner we take the photos the sooner I can lay down..my knees feel like they'll give in and my stomach is killing me..maybe I should've eaten..

"Turn your head to the left Taehyung-sii. The light is hitting your face wrong, now one hand on your cheek.. perfect.." The director gives him instructions, Taehyung mindlessly following him. He kept all his focus on the photoshoot, ignoring the dizziness that he felt trying to stop his nose from running down his face by sniffling softly.

Please hurry.. I don't know how long I can hold myself together..The mucus was draining into his stomach making himself feel uncomfortably full. Taehyung takes shallow breaths to stop his tight pants from pressing against his aching middle.

"Good, good.. we're finished here.. let's look through the photos.." The photographer seems pleased with his work, smiling at Taehyung. "I love the emotions portrayed in your eyes. I think you'll be quite satisfied."

Taehyung tries to move forward to monitor the shoot, but his legs threatened to buckle underneath him. My head feels fuzzy and my legs are like lead..and my stomach..I'm going to be sick.

"I'm sorry..I actually do need to use the restroom now that that we finished..could we view them later?" Taehyung's voice comes out soft, taking all his strength to keep it steady.

"Of course. Take your time. We'll just move on to Jungkook-sii." The director gives him a sympathic smile.

Taehyung feels his dinner from last night pushing its way up his stomach. He takes a deep breath to try to clear his head, moving swiftly to the nearest bathroom. His determination to not ruin the shoot because of him gave him the strength he needed to make it into the stall.

He drops to his knees in front of the toliet, a mouthful of rice coming up splashing into the bowl, followed by a wet burp that brings up even more thick bile. I wish I told Hobi-hyung the truth.. but I didn't want to ruin the shoot..not when I managed to hide it for this long..

Jimin follows him as soon as he sees his soulmate rushing in, eyes widening when he hears the sound of Taehyung’s retching."Taehyung-ah.." rushes towards the sound, kneeling behind Taehyung. "Why didn't you just say you were sick?" He speaks softly, running his hands through Taehyung's hair to keep it out of his face.

Taehyung's only response is a whimper as his stomach tenses up again, pushing out another mouthful of sick. Jiminie it hurts so much..

"I know baby.. it'll be over soon..you don't have much in your stomach.. just try to take deep breaths okay?"

Taehyung tries to take a deep breath, but his muscles scream in agony. "I can't..i.." he tries to speak, but another heave stops him, only a bit of spit coming up.

Jimin gently rubs Taehyung's back, feeling his spine arching as another mouthful of sick comes. "Just try..i know it hurts, but you need to relax."

Taehyung nods, taking shaky hiccup like breaths between dry heaves. He leans into Jimin, trying to rub the pain away from his aching sides. A dry cough rattles his chest,whimpering softly when the pain flares up again?"

"My poor Taehyungie.. do you want me to get you some water?" Jimin asks when he hears Taehyung coughing, worry filling his voice. He brushes Taehyung bangs from his forehead, surprised when he feels the heat radiating from it." Ah, you're running a fever Taehyungie.." Jimin's speaks softly to him, rubbing his thumb across Taehyung's clammy knuckles.

"I don't want you to go..." Taehyung clings to Jimin in a raspy whisper.

"You need to get home so you can rest.. you're really not doing well.." Jimin gently rubs Taehyung's stomach, still feeling the tension lingering.

"But..but the shoot.. we still have another group shot to do.." Taehyung coughs, putting his hand to his chest. "We're almost finished..I just need a bit of rest..I can at least finish up.."

"That's not important. You are. I don't want to see you suffering, I'm sure we can do it another day. We still have time before the album drops or we can just skip it all together. It's no big deal.."

Namjoon entered the bathroom, the smell of sick confirming the suspicions him and J-hope. It's not a simple cold.. Namjoon entered the stall, kneeling next to Jimin and Taehyung, running his hand through Taehyung's hair. "Do you think you can stand for me?"

"I..I think so.." Taehyung uses Jimin's shoulder to push up to his feet, Namjoon wrapping an arm around him. "Woah.." Taehyung stumbles, clinging to the elder member, closing his eyes tightly when the room spins, disorienting him. "Hyung.."

Jimin places his hands on Taehyung's knees when he sees them trembling, waiting for them to stop before rising to his feet.

"It's okay baby, I got you.. do you want to ride on my back?" Namjoon asks gently.

Taehyung shakes his head, the thought of his stomach pressing against Namjoon's muscular back making him feel woozy. "I think i can walk.."

Taehyung takes a few steps forward before his knees grow weak again, whimpering when another wave of nausea hits.

"Taehyungie.." Namjoon holds him up by his shoulders. "You really overdid it.. what if I carry you? i won't hold you too tightly.. I'll be gentle. Let me help you." He asks softly. I can't watch him suffer like this..

"Okay.." Taehyung let's Namjoon cradle him to his chest, leaning against his chest. "You're warm.."

"No, you are.. uncomfortably warm.." Namjoon says his voice laced in worry. "Let's get you home.."

Jungkook carrys Taehyung into bed, covering him up. "My poor Hyungie..the medicine should kick in soon.. do you want anything?"

"I want you to stay.." Taehyung whispers softly, grabbing at Jungkooks wrist. "I'm afraid..I won't be able to get up if I get sick again.."

Jungkook lays next to him without hesitation, running his hand through his hair. "I hope you don't..you haven't eaten anything today.. Seokjinnie-hyung is going to make you something.."

"I don't want to eat.." Taehyung squeezes his hand. "My stomach hurts Koo.."

"I know..but you'll have to eat something in case you do get sick again. It'll hurt more to throw up on an empty stomach."

J-hope enters the room with a box, peeling a cooling strip and sticking it gently to Taehyung's forehead. "There you go Tete, you'll feel better when we get your fever down.. Jungkook-ah you shouldn't be getting that close..you'll get sick too.."

"I don't care. Hyung isn't feeling well and needs comfort..I'll be okay." Jungkook holds Taehyung close when he sees him shiver.

"That's cold hyung.." Taehyung leans into Jungkook.

J-hope sighs and lays on his other side, pressing his cheek against Taehyung's head. I guess we'll both risk it then.. "I know, but it's for your own good. I'm sorry.. just try to rest. We'll be right here when you wake up."

[solo-ojo-jojo]

Chenford Fanfic: About Last Night

The Rookie Fanfiction | Chenford | One shot | 5K | Rated T | 5x01 Alternate Take | Sharing a Bed | Repressed feelings | Chenford Week '23

Story summary: Chenford, Vegas, and the one bed trope

In a world where their undercover op isn't interrupted, Lucy and Tim must find a way to share a bed one night in Las Vegas.

One day last November, my friend @heatherelf77 shared the following tweet, and it got my brain a'thinkin'.

My first thought was of a scene from the 1934 film It Happened One Night, when Clark Gable creates a room divider out of a blanket between his and Claudette Colbert's beds. I imagined Tim doing his own version of that for sharing a bed with Lucy, and it went from there.

Read an excerpt below, or jump on over to AO3 to read it now!

Lucy opened the bathroom door to find Tim arranging pillows on the bed.

“What are you doing?” she asked, amusement plain on her face and barely able to contain her laughter.

Tim paused and looked up at her. Why did he feel like she caught him doing something he shouldn’t?

“I’m creating a, uh–,” he gestured with his arm, moving it horizontally over the bed from head to toe and back again.

“A pillow wall?” she asked.

Tim looked sheepish under her gaze and shrugged one shoulder.

“Tim…” Lucy swallowed a grin, trying to maintain her professionalism “… do you really think that’s necessary?”

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment over the thought of admitting out loud that he was worried about being able to resist his attraction to her—especially when she had already made it clear that she didn’t feel the same way.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I know that this wasn’t part of the plan.”

“It wasn’t. But I can keep my hands to myself if you can.”

Tim held his tongue. That was certainly a loaded subject, and one he had already given far too much thought to in the past 24 hours. He knew he didn’t trust himself to answer. Avoiding the topic, he rolled his eyes and chucked a pillow in her direction.

“Fine,” he relented, and started to place the pillows back at the head of the bed. “Which side of the bed do you sleep on?”

“You choose,” she offered, before tossing the pillow back to him. “It really doesn’t matter to me.”

A knock and a voice diverted their attention to the door.

“Room service.”

Lucy was already making her way to the door when Tim stopped her. 

“Wait,” he said in a firm, but quiet voice, causing Lucy to turn to look at him. She noticed his hand hovering behind the firearm tucked away at the small of his back.

“I’ve got it,” she reassured him. “It’s okay.”

“I know you do,” he returned, stepping in close and lowering his voice. “I just don’t like this. Any of this. I keep feeling like something is going to go wrong or our cover’s going to be blown.” He peered through the peephole to find a waiter with a room service cart on the other side. Keeping his hand behind his back, Tim opened the door, then poked his head out to look up and down the hallway.

The coast was clear.

“Baby,” Lucy cooed, walking toward Tim, “you got us room service?” Her fingers curled around his biceps and the tips of her press-on nails sent a shiver through his body.

He turned his head to look at her, and dammit, the way she looked up at him with adoration written so plainly across her face reminded him she could turn her undercover persona on and off so easily. If he didn’t know any better, he’d believe she was actually into him. And it was his job to play along.

Read on AO3

[kissingrhi]

jimmy mcgill headcanons

isn't he cute (i miss him)

buys really cheap cologne because it's all he can afford. he tries not to blush when you discreetly scrunch up your nose while hugging him and say, "maybe a little less next time?"

loves tickle fights. definitely helps him relax his Struggling inner child, especially if he's brawling with chuck.

you'll just be lying in his tiny bed while he's finishing up some work on his desk (like 1 foot away from you) and suddenly he's up and jumping right towards you! stradling your hips with his legs and tickling you relentlessly with no warning. like none at all.

late night deep conversations when he can't sleep. opening up about nasty, embarrassing memories he knows you'll keep quiet about. or talking about his genuine feelings towards howard. "i just want to ring his neck out sometimes, you know?" with tears brewing in his eyes.

when you cook for him or buy him things, no matter how small, he will literally thank you 100 times and bring it up weeks later.

gives the Best massages in all of the ABQ. this man will whip out all kinds of stocked oils and lotions that he definitely did not take from the salon. even presses little pecks all over you when he's done.

his poker face is horrible. if you walk in after working out or a long day at work, with a stressed or determined look on your face with your eyes dimmed, his eyes brighten in a completely different way. determined to "help you release stress" (whatever tf that means).

randomly singing before you two doze off! yes!

if you're mad at him, he can always figure out how to make you unravel. his eyes gloss over as he peers up at you with his palm against his chin and he's just like "what did i do?" (knowing damn well what he did).

so corny but he does not care. "you know i love you, right?" "ew shut up jimmy." "you know i do though?" "it's 3 am."

really meaningful dates. even if they aren't expensive. picnics in the park, even if the scenery isn't as "beautiful as you." thai food in his tiny office, the two of you taking turns at attempting to make the other laugh to see who will crack first. spontaneous road trips to where?? neither of you know.

he's just so genuine in how he loves you

[somasbrianrot]

Nepotism? Who’s She?

(Pt4/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) X Reader (Events will be altered or made up)

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar.  

Quick little authors note ; I am thinking of a way to incorporate more WWE wrestlers, sorry it’s been more AEW sided lately lol

You had let Jamie and Tay take over your wardrobe choices just for this group outing, they shuffled through your clothes before stumbling across some of your old stuff, they were a gift from Lita when you were a younger girl, she said you would look great in it, but not to tell your dad, you laughed at the memory, wherever you went you brought that outfit, you look up to Lita a lot as a child, and of course you looked up to Beth aswell, they were the two powerful women in your life who inspired you to become a wrestler, after your mother gave birth to you and dumped you on your father.

You step out of the dressing room, the pink dress hugging your curves just right (No matter what body size you are! you slay!) Tay and Jamie squeal at the reveal, and Tay pulls a sweater out of your suitcase and hands it to you, you smiled and slipped it on, your outfit complete.

(And any shoe’s of your choice!)

Jamie and Tay looked at each other and smiled “I think we’re ready to get going” you nod, the two women got ready earlier, makeup, outfits, bags etc, you just nodded as you guys exited the hotel room, everyone else was already at the bar was what you assumed as you guys went down the elevator.

You got to the entrance of the pretty empty club, save for some of the booths being completely filled with stacks of men, seemingly celebrated, the three of you walked by to find your boys and girls, wolf whistles sent your way, you rolled your eyes at the men who were hounding you, noticing Jade waving the three of you over you quickly walked over, seeing they had hired a lounge, which made it much bigger to accompany all the wrestlers, you jumped over and plopped onto the couch piece next to Jade, she giggled “Hey, there’s probably a lot of unfamiliar faces but we thought we’d bring some friends along so you had more people to depend on” you smile at her wider “Thanks” she nods and you look across the room, on one of the couches, you could see the best friends, Orange Cassidy was held upside down by Chuck Taylor and Trent Bettera, Kris seemed to be funneling some kind of beer into Cassidy’s mouth.

You watched from across the room as he took it down effortlessly, Orange Cassidy is just cool like that, he somehow still had his glasses on though he was being held upside down, you got up from next to Jade and walked over, standing next to Kris and watching the whole thing go down, once they were down the bottle they placed Orange Cassidy back upright and Kris looked over to you, smiling widely “Hey new girl! enjoy the show?” 

“I got to say, him taking that down was pretty impressive, he’s still got his glasses on too” she nods along “Yeah that’s kind of Cass’s thing” you nod and laugh as you see it’s Trent’s turn to go upside down, Kris places the funnel in his mouth and hands the next bottle to you “Wanna go?” you nod with a cheeky smile, leaning over to stare down at Trent “Ready to go big boy?” a simple thumbs up was all that you needed and you started to pour the drink down the funnel, halfway through he ended up forgetting how to breathe from his nose and splattered the drink out of the funnel, you screamed as it splashed all over your face, you let go of the bottle and you’re handed a piece of fabric, what you could assume to be a shirt as you wiped your face, you wipe the drink that had fallen down your neck and chest, you looked up to thank whoever handed you the shirt but the sight before you made you stop in your tracks with an embarrassed look on your face, Cass had peeled his shirt off for you to wipe your face, so now he had no shirt but he had his signature denim jacket over himself.

“I- uh- sorry- thank you?” you stumbled over your words, and he offered a nod to you as you handed him your shirt, you groaned and buried your face in your hands as Cass turned back to talk to his friends, Kris chortled behind you, and you glared at her “No no! I'm not making fun of you, that was cute” she confesses, and you blush even more in embarrassment, you elbow her and she laughs louder, you sigh “I’m going to go get a drink from the bar” you tell her and she nods, you jumped over the couch where Jade was still seated and made your way to the bar, a group of men were sitting on the stools there, you had initially ignored them as you ordered your (Insert anything here), you took a seat on the nearest stool, which was right next to the biggest looking of the men, he threw a side glance your way and you looked back.

Your face lightens up seeing him “Damian!” despite the WWE storyline you had been great friends with Damian, you had feelings for him but pushed them down, he was substantially older then you,(Y/N is between their her 20s-30 so you can make that decision lol) he smiles at you “Hey! Bonita! how’ve you been? y’know since the whole Vince thing?” you shrugged “I mean, I’m in the All Elite family now” his eye brows raised at this new inquiry “Really?” “yeah my party is over there, they rented out the private couch” he nodded and the rest of his group by now stared over at you, the rest of the judgement day accompanied by a friendly face, you’d known him as Matt Riddle, he waved at you and you waved back “Hey you guys should come join me!” I propose and they all share a look “I mean if it’s okay with everyone else” “One second” you popped off the stool and walked over to your AEW party.

“You guys mind if I invite some WWE friends over?” seeing mostly everyone say they don’t mind you walked back over to your other friends, nodding at them “You guys are more then welcome” just now did the bartender slip your drink over, you placed a $10 bill on the counter as you and your friends made your way to the party “Hey everyone! this is the Judgement Day!” everyone looked your way and seemed to acknowledge them, you lead them over to a couch and they sat down, you between Damian and Rhea, you guys chatted before a familiar face with tufts of bleached blonde hair made his way over, you smiled and popped up, pulling Darby into a hug, his arm instinctly reached over to hold your waist, Damian looked between the two of you and seemed irritated but didn’t voice anything “This is Darby!” you said sweetly, Darby nodded in acknowledgement “Sup?”

Damian stood up and shook the man’s hand, holding on a little longer then what seemed necessary, Darby pulled his hand back and averted his attention to he girl “I’m going to go outside for some fresh air, care to join me?” she smiled and nodded, but Damian clearing his throat interrupted the two “Mind if I join?” his smile seemed sincere enough so before Darby could shut down the idea you nodded and off you three went, you smiled as you leaned into Darby’s side, missing the looks of jealousy and smugness that was shot between the two men, they stepped out of the bar and into the pristine crisp night air, you breathed it in and latched off of Darby’s arm, walking ahead of the two men, taking in the view of the moon and the stars in the night sky.

Darby and Damian seemed to be locked into a staring contest when you twisted back around to see if they were still with you “Come on you two” she said but they seemed to not hear her as they continue staring, you decided to get up to some mischief and whistled loudly, getting their attention and then turning around, running off as fast as you could as all you could do was giggle (Damn, I’m sorry for the girlies who chose heels lol) you ran around the corner of your street and down an alley, hiding yourself between a bin, you watched as the two came around the corner and tried to stifle your giggles, Darby snapped his head down the alley and begin walking down, you took this as a queue to get up and start running again, giggling all the way you turned down the other end of the alley, you ran until you hit something solid, or more so, someone.

“Gotcha bonita” he whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps as you giggled in his arms “Oh no!” you laughed even harder when Darby turned down the alley with an unimpressed look, you smiled as you dropped down from Damian’s arms “That was a workout, but it worked, you guys stopped acting weird” you hum as you take back off in the direction of the club.

you weren’t aware the boys were far behind you at this point, but you kept skipping, Damian and Darby seemed to not like each other much “I think its cute that a little man like you thinks you deserve someone like her” Damian inquires the much shorter man, Darby snarls at him “and you think you do? yeah, you call me when you wake up with her under your arm, because I know I already did” Darby walks ahead of Damian as he stands there, trying to process what Darby had just said.

Your father always said he didn’t want you to be like him, he’d run around with all different girls and eventually you came from that, he wouldn’t tell you, that you were a mistake but you knew deep down you were, that didn’t stop you from loving your dad as much as you could, why am I bringing this up? Well, you found yourself in bed this morning, it was surprisingly warm this morning, you looked over to see the tufts of bleached blonde hair you adored, you giggled and pecked his forehead - at least it wasn’t a different guy - you thought to yourself, Darby stirred in his sleep, you carefully slipped out of the bed, picking up your under garments and slipping them back on, slipping on Darby’s shirt lying on the ground, you hummed and walked into the small kitchenette of the hotel room, seeing a ripped condom packet, you guys must have been going everywhere last night, you groaned in disgust and flicked the packet into the small bin, you sighed and a knock at your hotel door pulled you out of your thoughts as you stepped over and opened it....

ooh eheheeh cliffhanger, im evil aren’t I?

[gastlygallows]

Every Mort Has Her Day

Chapter 1 (AO3)

Pairing: Evil Morty/Morticia

Rating: 🔞

Words: 2,177

Warnings: Kidnapping (kinda?), making out, emotional manipulation, selfcest (duh)

Notes: Morticia is intended as a reader insert but this is 3rd person POV. Smut will be in chapter 2.

“DARKEST ABYSS OTOME TWIN RAPE SCENE”

Morticia typed into hentaihaven’s mobile website’s searchbar, curled up atop her bed. The best solution to insomnia on a school night was masturbating until she passed out.

As the search results loaded onto her phone, she scrolled them with one hand and reached her other underneath the pillow for her vibrator. She’d forgotten to wash it last time, so she’d need to pick off the cum crust. She could hear her mom rummaging in the kitchen downstairs and didn’t want to risk leaving her room to clean it in the bathroom, considering how embarrassing it was last time to get caught with an eight inch chunk of silicone in her hand.

It was a particular scene from a hentai OVA she was craving, in which the main character got double penetrated by a pair of twins that had captured her as their pet.

She specifically wanted the scene with the twins, not their pet lion and snake who also got a turn.

The electric hum of a portal opening in her room snapped her out of her lewd mission and had her shoving the pink vibrator back under the pillow. She jolted up out of bed wearing lacy blue underwear and a yellow tanktop.

“Grandpa, hold on!” She cried out, pulling the sheets and comforter from her bed to look for her pajama shorts. “I-I have to find my shorts!!”

But her pleas were ignored and it was not her grandpa emerging from the portal.

Two Morties wearing Citadel uniforms stepped out, one of them rubbing his gloved hands together at seeing her ass. 

The other elbowed him. “Aw geez, we’re supposed to act professional!”

He shrugged, trying to act coy. “C-C’mon, can’t we at least--at least admire the merchandise?”

Morticia growled and chucked her pillow at them, missing and sending it flying through the portal instead. “Get out of my room, Morty!”

The Morties pointed towards her unhidden vibrator and snickered. 

“Th-that thing is huge!”

“This one must be a size queen, huh?”

Morticia, face red, picked up her vibrator, jumped on her bed, then lunged at them, landing on one and hitting him across the face with her dried cum. “Sh-shut the fuck up!”

“Ow!!”

The other Morty behind her clamped his hand over her mouth, giving his partner the opportunity to smack the dildo from her hand and cuff her. 

She tried to bite into his knuckles, but the gloves were bite-proof. 

A drunk Beth knocked at the door. “Morti?? Are you--did you hurt yourself with that vibrator again?”

Morticia tried to scream.

One of the Morties cleared his throat and attempted to sound like a girl. 

“N-No, Mom!” He said in an unnaturally high voice. “I was just screaming because it felt so good pounding my own pussy!” 

“Well…” There was an awkward, disoriented silence behind the door. “Okay, then… Try to keep it down.”

Morticia banged her cuffed fists at the boy below her as they took delight in her frustration. 

“Oh, please,” the Morty behind her said, pulling her up to stand on her feet. “N-Not like we meant to walk in on you being horny.”

“Whoa,” the other said, reaching up to cup her breasts beneath her top. “Bro these are huge for a Morticia!”

She squirmed and attempted to elbow the Morty behind her, but he kneed her in the back first. 

“You’re just now noticing?”

“Hard to notice when I’m being beat with a plastic dick, dick!” He picked up the vibrator from the floor and sniffed it. 

“C’mon, let’s fucking go!” The other shoved Morticia through the portal. 

Morty stuffed the vibrator in his pants pocket, where it noticeably protruded. 

As they entered the enclave of green, Morticia could feel her eyes tearing up at sheer fear of the unknown awaiting her.

She'd only visited the Citadel a few times, which was enough to know that Morticias were a hot commodity. She didn't want to go there again, especially without Rick and without a portal gun. 

The Morty removed his hand from her mouth when they arrived in a spacious bedroom.

The canopy bed was made neatly with plain black sheets and a large set of windows circled around the perimeters of the walls, granting a birds eye view to the city below.

"Wh-where are we?" She asked. "Oh god, am I being sex trafficked?! This has to be on the level of a war crime or something, r-right?"

Standing in the corner in front of a mirror was another Morty dressed in black, adjusting his collar with an uncharacteristic confident smile.

“Hello, Morticia,” he said smoothly, looking at her reflection. “I’m sorry to pull you out of your room so late at night.”

“W-Well, uh.” She straightened her back and cleared her throat, inwardly grimacing at the sound of the portal closing behind them. “I wasn’t doing anything important. Just trying to masturbate and get to bed! I have a science test tomorrow.”

She narrowed her eyes as the cuffs vanished from her wrists. “That’s all.”

The Morty in black reached for a red tie on his dresser and, impressively, looped it under his collar and began tying it all by himself.

Morticia wrung her hands together now that he wasn’t looking at her and cleared her throat. “So, uh, is this like a prostitution call or?”

The guard next to her rolled his eyes and swung an arm towards the Morty in black. “Do you see him putting on more clothes?!”

“You abducted me in my underwear!”

The Morty in black waved a hand at them. “Leave us. Thank you.”

Without another word, the two Morties that had snatched Morticia away out of her room in the dead of night left into a portal, one of them still carrying her vibrator in his pocket. Thief.

“I apologize for my guards’ rambunctious behavior,” Morty continued, pointing over to the sliding closet door behind Morticia. “There’s a dress and a bra in there for you. Don’t worry. I won’t look.”

He walked over to the other corner, free of mirrors, and with both hands behind his back he patiently waited.

Morticia looked up to the ceiling.

“There are no cameras in here,” he assured her without so much as turning his head.

“O-Okay.” 

Inside of the closet was indeed a plain but frilly black dress with short sleeves and a matching bra that was a cup size too small. 

She squeezed the fabric to the undergarment and then her own boob, taking some amount of pride in knowing that this could only mean she was bigger than he’d expected.

* * * * *

Morticia sat directly across from Morty at a rectangular table, shyly glancing between him and the floor as a uniformed Rick served them dinner–steak and potatoes and, at her request, chicken tenders with fries. 

There was also a bottle of wine and some empty glasses between them, which led her to think that a Rick would be joining them but to her surprise Morty nodded at the servant and a glass was poured for each of them.

There were too many seats at this table for it to be intended for only two people, adding to a sense of growing unease as she felt his unwavering gaze.

Since when does a Morty keep eye contact this long?

She’d been oggled at plenty of times before by her male counterparts, but there was always a juvenile nature to it and an immaturity that this Morty was totally lacking.

This was the most confident Morty she’d ever seen. Not a single stutter. 

“S-So, uh,” she finally said when the server Rick left the room, picking up a fry and biting into half of it. “The Citadel.”

Morty watched her with half lidded eyes, his cheek resting against his palm. “Yeah. The Citadel.”

“You must be one important Morty. To have a Rick serving you.”

“Yeah, I suppose I am.” He sat upright and took his glass of wine between his fingers, taking a sip. “I’m the democratically elected president.”

Morticia nearly choked on her fry. “President?! Democracy?!”

“I imagine you must be quite out of the loop?”

“I’ve never exactly been in the loop when it comes to the Citadel, if I’m being honest.”

“Given your origins, that isn’t surprising, so I’ll just tell you: C-137, the Rick who founded the Citadel in the first place, killed the council and for a while this place was left without any leadership. An election was decided, I ran my campaign, and I won.”

He shrugged, as if he were explaining something as simple as tying his shoes. “In part, I won because no one expected me to. When your opponents underestimate you, it gives you a significant edge.”

She looked at her wine, then decided to take a drink of water, instead. “And the other part?”

Morty furrowed his brows and looked away from her for the first time since they’d sat down. “The other part was knowing Ricks and how they think.”

“You must be like the smartest Morty ever.” Morticia scratched the side of her head and laughed awkwardly. “I'm sorry to say, but I'm pretty dumb. Estrogen and stuff makes it impossible for me to do math right, so…I dunno what you want with me? You said you know my origins, though, so you must already know that? K-Kinda goes without saying…”

“I can only know what's on paper.” Morty halfheartedly shrugged. “That you’re one of the few surviving Morticias out of a batch cloned in the lab formerly known as Labius57. Graduated with your sisters and eventually assigned to three different Ricks and two separate families but they keep dying on you and then it’s back to the auction house.”

She sighed, placing her head in both of her hands and numbly staring down at the table, any semblance of appetite lost. “That pretty much sums it up. My life isn’t exactly great. Last week my Rick had me shove a bag of alien drugs up my pussy to smuggle through customs. I’m not a pocket, damn it!

“That’s why I brought you here.” Morty spoke candidly, slowly moving a hand to his heart. “If you want to leave behind Ricks and fake families that don’t love you, I’ll be more than happy to have you by my side. But not as a sidekick.”

Morticia perked up and tilted her head. “That sounds great, but what’s the catch?”

Morty laughed for a moment, standing up out of his seat and walking over to her.

He pet her dark curls through his fingers. “The only catch is that you keep my secrets, do what I ask, and never betray me. Now, I know what you’re thinking: how many Morticias has he been through already? I have one ex, but that’s it. I recalibrated what I was looking for after that, which led me to your file.”

“W-Wow, really? You never pursued a Jessica?”

He shrugged. “No. Was never an option for me, anyway.”

“I’ve never dated a Morty before, but...” She shyly smiled up at him and placed her hand over his, relishing in the warmth of his skin and squeezing his palm. “But can I be honest? I’ve always had a selfcest fetish and when I first learned there were a bunch of boy versions of me I was both turned on and scared c-cause, y’know, I don’t wanna be like a slut or anything so I’ve been too nervous to hit on myself–”

Morty gripped her hair and pulled her head up ever so slightly, leaning over to push his lips against hers and pull her into a kiss.

She kissed him back with an open mouth, relishing in the taste of his tongue that was still wet with blood from his steak.

They made out with raspy breaths, Morticia moaning into him pathetically, closing her eyes and wishing that she could just melt into him–this Morty was everything that she could ever aspire to be, everything that every Morty should aspire to be: independent, confident, free of the cosmic grip of their infinite grandpas…

It really must be my lucky day, she thought, wrapping her arms around his torso and pulling him closer to her, deliberately pushing her breasts against his chest. 

Morty’s mouth parted from her and he pulled away before she could go in for another kiss, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

He was panting. “Well, Morticia? Do you accept?”

“I–”

He pinched her cheek. “I’ll teach you to be my equal and we’ll go on adventures, just you and me.”

“Adventures?” She echoed, stars in her eyes. “I-I haven’t been on a real adventure in forever.”

“Then let’s go on one! Right fucking now.” He pulled her up to her feet and fetched his portal gun from his back pocket, blasting open a green rift just feet away from them.

A breeze sifted through their hair as the unknown awaited. 

They nodded at each other and jumped in, hand in hand.