#anyways. sniffle. they mean a lot to me... cries

[yjdrabbles123]

Pt 2

‘Hey, it’s ok-’ Van’s hand cups her wet cheek at the same time as she tries to hand Tai her cone to hold- clumsily, letting go too soon, and Tai fumbles it and Van’s cone splats to the ground too and that’s it, the thing that makes Mel burst into proper sobbing because she’s ruining everything-

‘C’mon sweetie-’ Tai wraps an arm around her shoulders, firmly leading her away from the icecream van: thank god at least that they’d decided to get icecream from the van in the parking lot. ‘It’s all alright, it’s fine-’

Except it’s not fine, she’s not fine-

At the car, Tai grabs Van’s flannel from the backseat. She has it covering the front seat and she’s gently sitting Mel down on it sideways before Mel can even think or protest. The embarrassment of it sears her, speeding up her breathing and her tears.

‘Let’s try to calm down, ok honey?’

She tries but she can’t, she’s going to ruin Van’s shirt if she stays sitting on it and then Van will be annoyed at her and-

‘Mel. Kid.’ Van crouches in front of her on the asphalt and takes one of Mel’s hands in each of hers- then relinquishes one so that Mel can jam her thumb into her mouth. It’s babyish but she can’t stop crying and she needs to ground herself somehow, she needs the familiar comfort- ‘Sit still ok?’

She makes herself stop trying to get up.

‘Good girl. Now. Do I look mad?’

She shakes her head tearily. 

‘Does Tai look mad?’

Another shakes.

Even through the whirl of fear and anxiety and upset, she has to admit- they don’t. Tai is biting her lip, her face soft and creased with sympathy, one hand on Mel’s shoulder, her thumb rubbing little circles. 

‘And are we acting like we’re mad at you?’

‘Nu-uh.’

‘No we’re not. Because this is nothing to be mad about, remember?’

This nod is a little harder. Van moves a little so that Tai can pass Mel some tissues. She presses them to her swollen eyes, sniffling, feeling stupid, feeling so small. Wishing, not for the first time, that she was little enough for Van to pick her up fully to cuddle her, even if she’d ruin Van’s outfit too.

Maybe Van picks up on it- somehow, the way she can somehow read Mel’s mind sometimes- because she leans into the car to wrap Mel up in a huge hug, in a position that probably isnt super comfy, one hand cupping the back of Mel’s head and one gently rubbing her back.

‘S-sorry-’

‘Shhhh no apologies buddy, we’re good.’

She and Tai are being so nice but Mel knows that they’re surely disappointed in her, they must regret inviting her out and-

‘Listen.’ Now Tai is leaning in close, her breath tickling Mel’s ear. ‘We absolutely can go home now if you’d like to- that would be fine, absolutely fine- but…’ She pauses. ‘If you want to just change clothes in the bathroom, we could stay out a bit longer. What do you say? We could go get some better icecream since you lost yours. The place that does the cherry kind you like is still open….’

Mel can feel Van tense up with eagerness before forcing herself to relax again and feign nonchalance: ‘Only if you’re feeling like it, ok kid?’

‘Really?’

Tai nods. ‘Of course! It’s not your fault you guys missed out- and my cone is basically soup now anyway-’

She’s smiling like she means it, like she really does want to keep hanging out with her, even though she had an accident, even though she cried like a baby about it.

She thinks They like me, they still like me- and the thought sends warmth through her that is enough to chase away some of the cold scared anxious sick feeling that an accident inevitably brings on.

‘O-ok’

‘Yay!’ Van squeezes her again in jubilation, then pulls back and offers a hand. ‘You wanna come with me to get cleaned up first?’

She nods and lets Van pull her up and sling an arm over her shoulders.

It’s ok, she’s ok.

Maybe a fic idea?Little Melissa and CG taivan going to the park. And little Mel wanting to impress two of her favorite people by going on the slides and swinging the highest. But she’s so excited and hyper she doesn’t realize she hasn’t went potty at all. And while getting ice cream a accident happens and little Mel feels so bad for “ruining” their outing. But tai and Van just reassure her (I love your stuff!)

Pt 1: Blame

Really, Tai blamed herself. She hadn’t reminded Mel to use the bathroom before they left for the park- she’d meant to but as she opened her mouth to do so, Mari had run into the kitchen with a nosebleed that seemed like it was trying to rival Thermopylae and her gentle reminder had been forgone for frantically asking Mel to grab her some paper towels.

(Mari’s rainbow shirt would never be the same again. Neither would two tiles of the kitchen floor.)

She HAD reminded to fill Mel’s green waterbottle before they left- it was, putting it lightly, not a cool day- and she HAD reminded both her and Van to keep drinking (no one wanted a repeat of last week when Van had crumpled to the floor half way through an argument about whether or not a pokemon could beat a digimon in a fight- at the time, Shauna had actually thought she was just being dramatic) and of course Mel had listened to her, because Mel was, on the whole, almost painfully obedient.

(Which was fine when it came to things like chores and bedtime and teeth-brushing and slightly less than fine when it came to things like Mel agreeing to lie on the ground so that Shauna could prove to Mari that she absolutely definitely could jump her bike off their home-made ramp.)

In any case, when Mel suddenly froze two seconds after being handed her icecream cone and frantically clutched at her pants- icecream cone dropping to the kerb in the process- and whimpered, Tai had felt nothing but guilt.

She could have stopped this- by being more responsible, by being more diligent- and she HADN’T.

It was her fault.

*

Van definitely blamed herself.

She was right to, too: it wasn’t as if she didn’t already KNOW that Mel listened to her more than she listened to any of the others. To Mel, what Van said was Gospel and she KNEW that if she’d told Mel it was ok to stop their tetris marathon to take a break before they went to the park, Mel would have listened to her. But she’d SO wanted to see if she could beat her high score and so….she hadn’t said anything, reasoning that if Mel needed to go, she’d have said something.

Except she knew and Tai knew and Mel knew and everyone knew that this wasn’t always true. She hadn’t ignored the fact exactly, but she hadn’t tried especially hard to remember it.

And if she’d been less selfish, not let herself get so invested in their ‘who can swing higher’ competition and actually paid attention, maybe she’d have been able to pick up on Mel’s slight wriggliness.

(She hadn’t even won the competition either- Tai had left both her and Mel in the dust. So it wasn’t even like it was worth it.)

Except by the time Mel’s slightly wriggliness became out-and-out squirming, they’d already been in line for icecream and she was already in the middle of digging coins out of her pockets (while also enjoying her usual struggle with keeping track of how much everything cost and what the coins in her hand added up to and how many other coins would be needed to cover the rest- if she pulls out a fifty cent piece she’ll need this much but if the coin turned out to be a nickel she’d need THIS much) and she figured they could wait a moment for the icecream guy to hand over their cones and to pay for them and THEN she’d insist they need to find a bathroom right away and she could just say that she needed to go so as to not embarrass Mel-

Except by THEN, Mel’s pants were already wet and Mel’s face was crumpling into tears and her icecream was melting onto the ground and the icecream guy was loudly pointing out that she’d underpaid and that he needed another quarter.

So she’d failed on every count.

It was her fault.

**

Mel blamed herself. Because of course it was no ones fault but her own.

She’d been SO excited when Tai had mentioned that she and Van were planning on going to the park and since her class was cancelled now, did she want to come?

It would have been so easy for Tai to have just said nothing and been able to enjoy alone time with just Van, since when they’d originally made the offer to everyone, no one else had been free.

But she’d noticed that Mel was still at home, she’d actually gone out of her way to let Mel know the invitation was still open even though she absolutely didn’t have to, and she hadn’t even ASKED Van first!

And yet when Van had found out that Mel was coming too, she’d actually beamed like it was the best news ever that the trip was going to be three of them rather than two.

Mel isn’t like painfully insecure of anything: she does know that the others like her a lot, maybe even love her, and that they like hanging out with her and don’t just let her hang around to be polite.

But still.

These reminders mean so much to her.

Except now she’s ruined it- just because she hadn’t even remembered to go to the bathroom before leaving the house although they all almost always get reminded to go before they go anywhere.

(Van has told her lots of times that it’s not just for her- that she herself is, in her own words, ‘super bad at knowing like….anything about my own body dude, you know that-’, that it’s not as if the others don’t need to be reminded too. The difference, Mel thinks but doesn’t say, is that while Jackie and Mari might end up squirming and demanding they stop five minutes after leaving the house if they aren’t reminded to go, Mel is usually the only one who will come home in different pants to the ones she left the house in.)

She hadn’t even realised she’d needed to go so badly until suddenly she DID and then it was almost too late to say anything- because they were in a queue and Van was literally mid conversation with the icecream man and how could she interrupt right then?

And then it was absolutely too late to say anything.

And she’d dropped her icecream- wasting Van’s money, wasting Van’s effort in making the payment when counting loose change could sometimes be a struggle and moreso when she felt under pressure, wasting the whole day because she’d turned what could have just been a nice day out into the boring routine of having to go clean up.

She was sure they both regretted inviting her out now.

[maskedchip]

simple stroll

[sturniphone]

𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 . . . introducing:

; ⌗ dealer!chris && bambi!reader﹒🍥 ⸝⸝

Chris is the guy everyone wants: hoodie up, eyes sharp, always smelling like weed and cash. Bambi is the girl everyone stares at—tiny dresses, glitter lip gloss, and a pink bunny plush peeking from her purse. They shouldn’t work; he’s cold and careless, and she’s all feelings and tears, but they orbit each other like gravity. He sells, she sulks, they argue in his car and make up in the backseat. No matter how much they fight, he always comes back with her favourite snacks and mumbles, ❝Don’t cry, baby. You know you’re mine.❞

Bambi cries a lot. Because he was mean. Because he didn’t answer. Because her bunny plush dropped on the floor. Chris used to lose it, but now? He sighs, rolls his eyes, and wipes her tears with his sleeve. ❝You done?❞ He’ll mutter but pulls her into his lap anyway. She’s dramatic, pouty, and painfully cute, always climbing into his lap like she belongs there (she does). Her world feels too loud without him, and when she sniffles, ❝I just want to be near you,❞ he holds her tighter and whispers, ❝Then stay forever, yeah?❞

She doesn’t know how to lie or pretend to be cool. She needs love in excess, melts under praise, and her voice cracks when she says, ❝You’re not going to leave me, right?❞ She’s impossible not to spoil. Chris never even tries to stop himself.

At parties, she’s the quietest one in the loudest outfit. Pink fishnets, a leopard mini skirt, hair ribbons, and lip gloss too sparkly to be real. Everyone watches her, but she never flirts back; she just blinks her big Bambi eyes and hides behind Chris like, ❝Why’s he looking at me?❞ He eats it up. Puts a possessive hand on her thigh, tells people, ❝She’s off-limits. Look again and I’ll break your jaw.❞ She giggles, kisses his cheek, and whispers something filthy only he gets to hear.

They fight way too often—she’s clingy, he’s cold, and both of them have tempers. But the love is insane. Chris could be mid-deal, yelling at someone, and if she texts ❝I’m sad,❞ he’s ghosting the guy and driving to her with a blunt and a cupcake. She’ll scream at him for forgetting to text and then, two minutes later, be crying in his arms while he kisses her forehead. It’s not perfect—but they don’t want anyone else. ❝You drive me fuckin’ crazy,❞ he mutters. ❝Yeah? Well, you love me.❞ He does. More than anything.

Chris acts like he doesn’t care about pictures, but his lock screen is a blurry photo of Bambi asleep with her bunny, drooling on his hoodie. He tells everyone it’s just ’cause she looks dumb. The truth is, he checks it a hundred times a day just to see her face.

They’re obsessed with each other. Like gross, horny, can’t-keep-their-hands-off-each-other obsessed. Quickies in his car, her moaning his name into her bunny plush, his chain hitting her chest while he tells her, ❝You love when I ruin you, don’t you, Bambi?❞ But it’s not just sex. It’s post-party bath time with her in his shirt. It’s him doing her lip liner while she sits in his lap. It’s her tracing his face and whispering, ❝You’re safe with me.❞ Freaks, yes. But freaks who are endgame. Forever, no matter how loud or messy or filthy it gets.

what to expect?

So yeah, basically everything for them. I’m obsessed. I’d love little texts or blurbs for them, especially since they fight a lot and she’s always texting him like, “I’m sad, come over and cuddle me.” Definitely need smut too because, let’s be honest… they’re total freaks. But also fluff and angst, of course—they’re messy but madly in love. I actually have a moodboard for her saved in my drafts if you guys are into it?? please asks and questions about them !!

@chrepsi @ph3ebssturniolo @sturnsxbbyeilish @j21l91 @pip4444chris @mattslutt @sophand4n4 @mattscoquette @mi-co-uk @tezzzzzzzz @emely9274 @oopsiedaisydeer

[mcrdvcks]

Hi! Sorry, I just woke up and saw the 2000 followers challenge (timezones are a bitch). I love your writing so, so much and I wanted to send in an ask if it's okay.

Could you write headcanons for Logan with a very shy/insecure reader and how he'd reassure her that she isn't annoying him and he loves her and to stop apologizing for existing?

Thank you!

i might've veered slightly off what you wanted, but i tried to stick to it! i took a little inspiration from myself, because i'm the type of person who apologizes to my desk when i bump into it. or my dresser. or my chair. or my bed. or-

*clears throat* anyways, i'll never get tired of writing shy!reader and logan, it's a perfect combo imo

send an ask for my 2,000 followers celebration!

warnings/tags: insecure/shy!reader, feelings of inadequacy, slight emotional!reader, protective logan, soft logan

You weren’t used to people noticing you. Though, most of that was your own doing. You never liked attention or people, preferring solitude.

You were the kind of person who apologized when someone else bumped into you. The kind who quietly cleaned up after everyone without being asked, then apologized for cleaning up.

Logan noticed.

At first, you figured he only tolerated your presence. You didn’t speak much, barely made noise, and tended to shrink away when conversations got too loud. But he started sitting next to you. Close. Like he was comfortable there.

You flinched once when someone shouted across the room—and you swore you saw Logan’s jaw clench before he slowly, casually moved to block your line of sight. Just stood there. Solid. Like a wall. “Ain’t nothin’ gonna hurt you while I’m around,” he said once. You nodded. Tried not to overthink it.

You apologized a lot. For asking questions. For needing help. For existing in a space where someone else might need to walk by. “Sorry,” you’d whisper as you scooted aside.

Logan looked at you sharply. “Stop sayin’ that.”

You blinked, startled. “S-sorry—”

“There. You did it again.” His tone was gruff but not mean. “You don’t gotta apologize for bein’ alive, darlin’. Not to me.”

You started bringing him coffee sometimes—black, always hot. You’d leave it on the counter and vanish before he could say anything. One day he caught you. Took the cup, nodded, and said, “that’s real nice of you.”

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted it. I can stop if it’s annoying—”

He set the coffee down and stepped closer, gently hooking one finger under your chin to tilt your face up.

“You don’t annoy me,” he said, low and steady. “Not even a little.”

You whispered, “You sure?”

“Sweetheart, if I didn’t want you around, you’d know.”

You’d gotten used to flinching when people raised their voice—even if it wasn’t at you. Logan started talking softer around you. Not because he was embarrassed of you—because he noticed.

You once cried over something stupid—burnt toast, a hard day, some mean comment—and kept trying to apologize between tears.

Logan pulled you close, rough hand cradling the back of your head. “You don’t gotta earn space, alright? You already got it. Right here.”

You sniffled, still trying to apologize, but his grip didn’t loosen. “None’a that,” he murmured. “You feel somethin’, you feel it. That’s it. Nothin’ wrong with that.”

After that, he started noticing more. The way you held your breath before speaking. How you always sat on the edge of a chair like you weren’t sure if you were allowed to get comfortable.

Logan would nudge you gently until your shoulders relaxed. Sometimes he’d pull you into his lap and mutter, “there. Better.”

If someone talked over you in a group, Logan would pause—let them finish—and then turn to you. “What were you sayin’, sweetheart?” Like your voice mattered more. Because to him, it did.

You had a habit of saying, “I don’t know if this makes sense, sorry—” every time you tried to explain something. Logan would stop whatever he was doing, look at you dead-on, and say, “it makes sense. I’m listenin’. Don’t talk down on yourself like that.”

After that, he’d quietly echo your ideas later in conversations—“like you said the other day…”—just to prove he was listening. That what you said stuck.

You once made a self-deprecating joke in front of someone else. Logan didn’t laugh. He just looked at you, all quiet and serious, and said, “ain’t funny when it’s about you.” Then reached over and brushed your pinky with his, gentle as anything.

The first time you said, “You don’t have to stay with me,” after a bad anxiety day, he looked you dead in the eyes and said, “ain’t about ‘have to.’ I want to.” Then pulled you into his chest so tight you could barely breathe through the warmth.

Logan wasn’t great with words—but he always showed up. Your favorite snack in the cabinet without asking. A soft shirt he thought you’d like tossed onto your bed. A warm hand on your thigh when your knee bounced too much. Soft, deep murmurs: “You’re alright. I got you.”

You worried about being clingy. Logan—who healed from bullet wounds but not abandonment—told you, “you wanna be close? Be close. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

When you struggled to accept compliments, he started slipping them in casual: “You’re real smart, y’know that?” or “you looked cute this morning. Just thought you should know.”

If you tried to brush them off or make a face, he’d raise an eyebrow and say, “didn’t ask for your opinion on it. Just sayin’ facts.”

You once mumbled, “You’re just saying that ‘cause you love me,” and he leaned in, pressed a kiss to your cheek, and whispered, “damn right I love you. That don’t mean I’m lyin’.”

[poisoned-fruit-prose]

𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

synop: you get frustrated when you realize viktor is making more progress than you on hextech.

wc: 1037.

includes: just fluff. reader is a secret mage, and their connection to magic inspired them to start developing hextech. reader and viktor are academic (and romantic) partners. lots of czech pet names. he loves you so much.

author's note: been writing a lot of fics relating to being viktor's "only one" (instead of jayce, though jayvik is still very close to my heart) as if they're memories he's looking back on. maybe this will be some sort of anthology series. hope you enjoy.

Your face scrunched up in the exact way Viktor recognized as your last straw. Before he could speak your name, you were already storming out of the lab, stray papers billowing behind you.

Viktor knew to let you cool off for a moment—the frustration of not understanding was unlike any anger comparable. It was self-deprecating, self-destructing, and the sole reason an institute such as the University was build to assuage. There was no point in consoling you before you were ready. You could read the writing on the wall. Viktor was going into territory you couldn’t follow; he was getting too advanced. You would either have to play catch-up or give up altogether. Both, in your mind, were options only for those who have lost.

Viktor gave you an hour. Well, forty minutes before he decided to get up—it took him twenty to make it to the garden he knew you were stewing in. Your form was predictably balled up beneath the swaying willow tree, the branches engulfed in golden light from the sunset.

He rested his cane against the trunk and grunted as he sat down beside you. He spared you the embarrassment of looking at you; he knew you hated how you looked when you cried. Instead, he looked out over the pond for a long moment.

“You know, I get frustrated too,” he murmured.

“Not over little things like this.” You sniffled. Your tears had long stopped, but you always seemed to have a stuffy nose for the rest of the day. And a godsdamned headache.

“No, admittedly not. But you know what I do get frustrated with?”

You didn’t move, didn’t speak. Viktor shrugged and spoke anyway.

“When you don’t see just how intelligent you are. Just because you cannot understand some of the technicalities of Hextech does not mean you are any less brilliant. You are two things, drahá. You are a scholar, and you are a mage.” He clicked his tongue. “And no matter how far we push Hextech, I cannot begin to fathom what you understand about the Arcane. There is a reason you are my partner on this, and a reason I want you as our guide.”

“Yet if anyone knew I was a mage, I’d be hunted down and killed.”

Viktor sighed. “Maybe not killed—but hunted, yes. That is why I also say you are a scholar. You do not put all your eggs in one basket. You aren’t just a being of magic. You are a perfect storm of words and ideas. You see things others cannot, write things others could only dream to dream of. I cannot let you go around thinking you are stupid when you are the one that conceived Hextech in the first place—the one I go to when I’m stuck and need a fresh perspective.”

“What good am I to the world with words and ideas? Everyone has words—it’s those who can make physical improvements that are the most lauded. You take my words and make with them. How could merely thinking of it compare?”

“That is preposterous, miláčku. Everyone may have words, but it is those who wield them with uncanny ability that give people like us a goal to work towards. Who would I be if you had never explained to me the possibilities of harnessing magic? Likely still following Heimerdinger around, an occasional project here and there—but now I have a hand in changing the world. Your words, your ideas, they are not separate of that. I have the ability to make fire, sure, but you have the ability to use it. You are the foundation of my work. I can only go where you have laid down a path. That is where you lack self-awareness. You are exceptional because your ideas are mixed with your smarts. You dream big, you conceive higher, yet you haven’t thought of anything impossible. Not yet.”

Viktor reached over and gently placed his hand atop your arm.

“And do not think that an award from the Council is the highest honor in life. You have done good for all of Runeterra—but for me especially. If I had the choice, I would shower you with accolades and statues, miláčku. You are an extraordinary thinker, an analytical mind, and a mage immune to the trivialities of academia.” His hand slid up to lift your chin, guiding your gaze back to him. “And you are not that far behind me in invention. Don’t let one problem destroy your vision and hope. You will work through it. You always do.”

You looked at him a long moment, then sighed as you laid your head atop his shoulder. He welcomed you, leaning equal weight against you and holding you still with a hand on your waist.

“...I’m sorry for storming out,” you murmured. “I know that was unprofessional.”

Viktor clicked his tongue. “Oh, please, do you think Jayce is professional?”

You both laughed softly. You sniffled again as you rested a hand atop his knee.

“I think… I’m frustrated, because I want to use magic to help you. And I keep failing. And without the documentation of magic before the Rune Wars, I feel like I’m grasping for a fly in a fog.”

“Don’t worry about me, lásko.”

“You know I can’t do that, Vik.” You nudged him, solemnly playful. “People like you are the reason I started trying to harness the Arcane.”

“Hextech is for everyone.”

“You aren’t included in that?”

Viktor sighed, then leaned up to press a kiss to your hair. “Of course. I just worry you tunnel vision because of me. I don’t want to be the reason you miss a breakthrough.”

“Breakthroughs that don’t lead to you getting better are useless to me.”

“But they are useful for everyone else.”

“Yes, but…” You gently squeezed his leg. Viktor used his free hand to take yours.

“I understand,” he murmured as he watched his fingers lace between yours. “We will both be just fine. Your concern is endearing, but it will cloud you in your studies. Make Hextech your top priority, and my health will be right there with it. And with me, lásko, always comes you.”

dividers used: clouds • scribble

[4ranghaes]

myung jaehyun x reader [fluff, fem!reader, reader can speak english and korean -> italicised speech from reader is english, rest is assumed to be korean]

a/n - this is COMPLETELY self indulgent cause i feel the most homesick today that i have since arriving in korea

22:42 - “where’s y/n?” sungho asked, tapping jaehyun on the shoulder as the six boys got ready to have their usual weekly movie night. they’d now got used to having your presence beside them too, so as the movie had been decided already, they were wondering where you were.

“i called her. i think she’s in bed still,” jaehyun hummed, already getting up to enter his bedroom, “i’ll get her.”

he opened his bedroom door slowly, wondering if you were asleep still. he saw your figure in the dark, your phone screen lighting up your face between the blankets.

“hey my baby,” jaehyun smiled, walking in and sitting on the bed, flicking on one of the side lights as he did so. he stroked some hair out your face as you turned to look at him, “we’re starting the movie now.”

you sighed, mustering up a smile before responding, “okay! i’ll be out in a second.”

“oh?” jaehyun paused, looking at your melancholy face with concern, “what’s wrong, my love?”

“nothing,” you shook your head, sitting up. your phone fell on the bed beside your body, jaehyun looking at the old pictures of your home country open.

“talk to me,” he murmured, holding your face in his hands, lowering his eyeline to meet yours.

“house-illness,” you spoke, the new language coming across broken as you tried to translate directly, especially with the lump rising in your throat.

“huh?” jaehyun asked, looking between your eyes with worry.

“homesick! jaehyun, i’m homesick!” you cried, tears beginning to fall from your eyes as you chuckled despite yourself, “i love it here so much and i love being with you, but i just– i can’t help it. i miss home so much.”

jaehyun nodded, his learnt english ability carrying him through your words, “i know, my love. i wouldn’t expect anything else, to be honest.”

you nodded, head falling onto his shoulder as he pulled you into his arms, beginning to let it all out. your body shook with sobs, his white t-shirt staining with makeup and tears as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“do you still want to do movie night?” he murmured, kissing your head supportively, “i could get them to change the movie to something you love.”

you drew in a shaky breath, not responding as you dried your tears.

“love actually?” jaehyun offered, “reminds you of home, too.”

you laughed, nodding as you dabbed your face with a tissue before scrunching it up in your hand. you both stood, jaehyun wrapping his arms around you from behind as you shuffled into the living room where the boys cheered at the sight of you, presumably having been pre-warned of your tears from the loud sobs that had come from jaehyun’s room.

“noona! finally!” woonhak smiled.

you chuckled, smiling, “sorry, guys.”

“she’s homesick,” jaehyun said, a sad smile on his face as you finally learnt the word, “so… i was wondering if to cheer her up, we could change to love actually?”

“of course!” taesan exclaimed, “i love that film!”

“me too,” sungho smiled.

“we already got your favourite snacks too,” riwoo said, motioning to the display of various snacks on the table, your new favourites among them.

“wow!” jaehyun gasped over-dramatically, moving the two of you forward, “go on, sit, i’ll get you a drink.”

“it’s okay, i’m going to the kitchen anyway,” woonhak shrugged, already stood up as he pushed jaehyun to sit next to you.

jaehyun chuckled, as you laid your head on his shoulder. you watched as taesan held the remote, changing over to netflix and queuing up love actually.

you sniffled, “thank you, guys. it means a lot.”

jaehyun’s arm wrapped around you as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, woonhak returning with your drink and taesan pressing play.

[alieinthemorning]

Unrestrained Love [8394 | Grim | Casper]

Content: Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soul Bond, Post-Ending 8: Interwoven, Crying, POV Second Person, Reader Insert

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“We’re back?” Your head swiveled again, taking in what is most definitely your room. “We’re back! Casper, we’re—"

You were cut off by his lips that suddenly pressed against your own. You melted into it easily. At first, you thought that the happiness and relief of finally being able to just be together, but then you felt a dampness on your shoulder. 

You wanted to comfort him, tell him that everything was okay now. Joke with him by asking if he was crying because he just now realized that he was stuck with you for eternity., but you couldn’t. As much as you joked and teased, and acted like you didn’t give a shit. You gave a monumental amount of shit, especially when it came to those you care about. 

So, you simply held him tighter, and cried along with him. The past ten days of emotions finally breaking your well patched damn. As well as his own feelings that you could feel ever so faintly through your connection.

You don’t know how much time you passed, but eventually sobs became sniffles and sniffles became silence. Until he spoke. 

“I love you.” He curled deeper into you, “I can finally say that without the fear of our deaths looming over my head.” He chuckled. “I thought that I would feel lighter, but I honestly feel…not worse, but heavy.”

“I get it.” Your hands found his hair, one hand on his scalp while the other ran through its long length. “We’ve escaped death…and life—the whole cycle and all that, but we’re still left with this connection. Which—! I’m not opposed to, of course. I love our connection, but…everything happened so fast, and now we’re left alone to pick up all these pieces, but I guess…” You paused. “I’m glad that I’ll be able to spend the rest of our existence with each other figuring it out.”

Casper untangled himself from you. His face was flushed red and his eyes were swollen, but he’s never looked more beautiful to you. 

“I’d like that a lot, Sunshine.” His smile was as bright as your nickname, but then he looked away. 

You smiled, “What is it, Casper?”

“…can I kiss you?” 

Your smile widened. “Of course, and take this as permission to do any other time. You won’t have to ask again.” Then you paused. “…hm, actually I think asking once in a while would be pretty hot.”

“Okay, you’re done.” His lips captured yours. 

For now. You were done for now. Fortunately, he still had to deal with you once the two of you came up for air. 

I'll be so real, I wanted to write smut for him first, but I've been wombo combo'd by Ligher (ZZZ), Fiend!Sylus (LADS), and this game's DLC release that I've had no moment to rest (I still wanna get the smut out before working on Sylus, but we'll see).

Anyway, despite getting one of the good endings (I consider this one the best), I still made it sad lmao.

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[hazbinwhoree]

Adam x reader whos rlly rlly drunk and strangely asking for... Err baby making.

And adam is rlly hesistant because reader has a very low sex drive...

So when adam refuses (because hes all about boundaries and consent) reader cries and just kinda vents about shit that has no relate to baby making or even anything about tht night.

And in the morning she wakes up so fresh and happy and has no memory of last night, even being so affectionate to adam<333

Consent King

(Name) had a much lower tolerance than Adam, so it didn’t take long into their drinking before (Name) was absolutely wasted. Adam had a nice buzz going, but quit to take (Name) home.

As soon as they were in the door, (Name) was immediately on him, trying to kiss him. Adam let her kiss him, but when her hands moved down to fumble with his belt, he stopped her. “Woah, babe-” “Let’s have sex,” (Name) slurred.

Adam was taken aback. (Name) was very rarely the one to initiate sex, and he was very tempted to take her up on it. But she was sloshed. He steadied her with large hands holding her shoulders. “As much as I would love that, you’re pretty trashed, babe.”

To Adam’s shock, (Name) burst into tears. “You don’t find me attractive anymore,” she sobbed. “What? Babe, no!” “It’s truuue,” she cried, slurring her words slightly. “You don’t want meee.”

Adam was flabbergasted. “(Name), that’s not true! You’re just really drunk right now.” “So?” “So you can’t consent. I’m a lot of things but I’m not a fucking rapist.”

(Name) continued to cry. Adam was at a loss.

“I wish I was prettier,” (Name) blurted out suddenly. Adam frowned. “You’re hot, babe, what are you talking about?”

“No,” (Name) wailed. “All your groupies are so much hotter than me, I don’t even know why you chose me.” Before Adam could even respond, (Name) continued. “You’re probably cheating on meee.”

Adam shook his head, stunned. “I’m not… why would you think that?”

(Name) shrugged and sniffled. “Because look at *hic* you, then look at me. You could do so much better.”

Adam pulled her into his arms. “I love you. I’m not cheating on you. You’re the hottest bitch in the world to me. My groupies are whores, they don’t mean shit. Stop being a dick to yourself.”

(Name)’s tears slowed as she cuddled into Adam’s chest. “Really?” she asked quietly.

“Really.”

A moment of silence.

“‘M tired,” (Name) slurred. Adam rolled his eyes. “I’m not surprised. You’re wasted.” “Whateverrr.” When she turned towards the stairs and stumbled, Adam scooped her up bridal-style.

“I can wa-alk,” (Name) protested.

“Shut up.”

Adam carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He cradled her in one arm while he pulled the covers back, before gently tucking her into the bed. He crawled into bed next to her. Protectively, he draped his wing over her and pulled her into his chest.

(Name) slung an arm over his waist, gripping the shirt material at his back. It didn’t take long at all before (Name) was fast asleep. After watching her for a while, Adam himself fell asleep.

He woke up to (Name) running her fingers through his hair and gently scratching at his scalp. “Good morning,” she cooed. Adam sighed contently. “You’re feeling better.” (Name) was confused. “What do you mean?”

“Oh you were a mess last night,” Adam teased. “You wanted to have sex and I said no because I was pretty sure you were blacked out, and boom, I was right. Anyway, you lost your shit a little.”

(Name) looked embarassed. “Oh my god, I’m never drinking again.”

Adam laughed. “It’s okay, babe, I still thought you were cute. Even when you were drunk crying.”

(Name) tapped his head. “Shut up,” she mumbled.

Adam laughed. He couldn’t help but tease her. “Seriously though, you were fine,” he reassured her.

“But now that you’re awake and sober, wanna have sex?”

[angels-fantasy]

Omg, CONGRATULATIONS LITTLE BEAN 🎉 I'm so so happy and proud of you ❤️ Your writing is great, and I can't wait to see you expand and unleash your creativity even more!

I'd love to ask for "asking them what they first thought of you" with either Bakugo or Dani, whatever suits you better 🫰🏻

Asking Them What They First Thought Of You

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader

Details: mm nothing crazy but bakugou drops the L WORD also dabi might be ooc 😪

Word Count: 531

HII omg thank you for this request and kind message tee hee im so sorry i responded late T^T so i will give you both dabi and bakugou!!

Dabi:

"hey dabi, what did you think about me when we first met?"

dabi's face scrunched up at that question. he didn't really remember, if he was being completely honest, he just knew he was extremely wary of you since he didn't know anything about you at the time.

but, he did notice that you didn't let his distant personality bother you, and that meant something to him.

he played with a lock of your hair, twirling it around his fingers as he thought of an answer. "i dunno, i just know i didn't trust you." he said, making you frown up at him.

"you can't be a little more romantic about it?" you grumbled, making him let out a husky laugh.

"sorry, romance isn't really my thing. but if it makes you feel better, i did think you were hot."

you smacked him on the shoulder, "shut up!"

he hissed, "ouch, you pack a punch huh?"

you humphed and flexed your arm, "you bet i do."

he laughed lightly and looked up at the ceiling, "seriously though, i didn't trust you at all in the beginning and i definitely thought you were attractive... but then you helped me learn how to trust you, so i started to think of you as a good person. better than me, at least."

since dabi was looking away, he didn't notice the tears welling up in your eyes and only realized you were crying when he heard you sniffle.

"dabi! that's so sweet." you cried, "y-you've never said anything so cute before."

he groaned, "yes i have!"

you ignored his words and wiped your nose on his shoulder, making him sigh.

Katsuki:

"katsuki! what did you think about me when we first met?"

"i thought you were annoying." he replied immediately, making you pout.

"be serious! i know you don't mean that."

he sighed and closed his eyes while he thought of an answer, opening them a few seconds later and turning to face you.

"i guess i thought you were pretty interesting, unlike every other extra we know-"

"what have i told you about calling people extras?" you asked, cutting him off and making him grumble.

"anyways - you weren't as annoying or dumb as everyone else so i allowed you around me." he said and crossed his arms.

you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your head on one of them, "are you sure it wasn't my good looks and charming personality?"

he smiled and moved you around slightly so he could wrap his arms around you instead. "maybe that was a part of it, but only a little bit." he teased.

you laughed, knowing he was only messing with you.

he smiled at your laughter, happy that you knew he was joking with you. that was something that a lot of people misunderstood about him. qmost of the time his harsh words and tone had no meaning behind them, but not everyone knew that. so when you came around and you immediately caught onto that, he knew he had to keep you around.

"love you kats" you said, voice muffled by his chest that you were squished in.

"mm, love ya too."

authors note

i hope you enjoyed :')

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[awniie]

HELLO KITTY

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ summary: sukuna breaks your favorite stuffed animal

content: fem!reader, pathetic attempt at fluff n angst , reader cries when he breaks the stuffie, mean!sukuna-ish, readers gets called a baby (derogatory), reader is called small, modern au, implied sex, proofread to an extent

ㅤㅤㅤ⭑ notes: I’m not sure what compelled me to write this, like at all !! also I tried not to refer to him as a boyfriend in this cus I don’t see him as one :sob:

“what..is that?” Sukuna asked as he entered the room. He was talking about the little cat toy you were snuggling with. You held it tightly against your chest, the blue light of your phone casting onto the dolls white cotton covering.

“Oh her? It’s hello kitty!” You exclaimed, quite proudly for a grown woman with a cat doll between her chest. You shut off your phone and roll over to show him the toy. Sukuna snatched it from off your body and inspected the…thing. It was white and fuzzy with black sewn eyes and a matching butter-colored nose. As if that wasn’t trivial enough, the toy wore a tiny little pair of overalls and a small pink bow ontop its ear. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, It was the epitome of naivety and childishness, and it made him sick. Curiously, He tested the elasticity of the toy, pulling and stretching her limbs in awful ways.

“Kuna, be careful! You’ll break her.” You warned, arms reaching for your poor kitty. You quickly remembered why you were hesitant to show him the doll earlier, that your hello kitty was small and delicate and sukuna was quite the opposite, and now your worst fears coming true. Your protests fell on ignorant ears, and the sickening sound of ripping fabric filled them instead. Scratchy white poly-fil spewed in the air. Your boyfriend stood in front of you, a look of mild surprise played on his features as he held the now-headless hello kitty.

“Huh.” he murmured before throwing it on the floor sending more fluff scattered across the room.

“Sukuna! What is wrong with you?” You accused, rushing over to where your beheaded kitty laid. He couldn’t believe how quick you left off the bed, cradling the ripped doll in your hands.

“It’s not my fault it was made so cheaply. Plus, you too old to be playing with dolls anyway.” He said, quickly disregarding the whole thing.

“No! That was my hello kitty, you had no right to break it.” You told him between sniffles, holding the two pieces of your hello kitty in each of your palms. Warm tears ran down your cheeks and your nose reddened.

“Do you see yourself right now? You’re acting like a fucking baby.” Sukuna retorted, annoyed at your reaction. He honestly didn’t mean to break it, but what’s done is done and you were a fool for thinking that lashing out at him could change that. “It’s just a child’s toy, get over it.”

“You are sick. I hate you!” You yelled, holding the pieces of your broken toy close and leaving the room, not before slamming the door with teeth-rattling force.

Sukuna sighed and rolled his eyes. He didn’t expect you to get so animated over a cartoon cat replica, but then again human emotions were much more sporadic and quite frankly annoying. He gave your outburst no more than another thought. He knew you well enough to know you’d be back soon, crying and whining and begging him to talk to you and give you some attention. He’d just have to patient until your came your to senses..

..Or at least that’s what he thought. Your boyfriend seemly underestimated your ability to hold a grudge. You hadn’t truly spoken to him in 3 days, the most he’s gotten out of you being “uh huh” or “no”. He pretended your coldness didn’t bother him, but it did. A lot more then it should’ve. The pointed shoulder-checks, the refusal to make any eye contact, leaving the room whenever he walked in. It really bothered him. He knew that the only way to get back your favor was with probably some form of atonement. But, he has his own pride to worry about and he refused to be the one to grovel at your feet and apologize. No it would be you. He was Sukuna Ryomen and he would not bend to the will of a foolish mortal girl.

But, a week without speaking to your other can be unbearable, even for a callous curse such as Sukuna. After being with you so long, he found himself having a sort longing for you. Why would he though? He didn’t need anyone, especially not you. If anything, you needed him…so why weren’t you acting like it?

Even though you were mad at him, outwardly you seemed fine. You were doing everything on your own, pretending as if this giant curse of a man didn’t even exist. You still laughed at stuff on your phone, you still ate your favorite foods and enjoyed yourself, while Sukuna clearly wasn’t.

He hated the silence that he had grown unfamiliar with after being with you. You seemed to never shut up before, but now? Sukuna found himself longing for your annoying voice and pestilential chattiness.

He missed your body. He missed your delicate fingers that you would intertwine with his rough, pointed ones whenever you went to the store with him. He’d express so many times that he didn’t like you doing that and he’d “cut your fingers off” if you did it again. But you always did, and it never happened.

He hated the absence of your warmth. He had become so accustomed to your late night snuggling, he had trouble sleeping without it. One particular lonesome night, he watched you sleep from the door you always left slightly cracked. He longed to be next to you, to feel your faint breath tickling his neck, to run his hands down the curve of your spine, to have your sleep-mucked face be the first thing he sees in the morning.

So, that’s why he was now on the couch, hissing and cursing as he attempted to put the stitch through the tiny hole of the needle. He was trying to sew your god-damned hello kitty back together, which proved to be a much harder task than he thought initially. Sukuna had watched you do it many times, stitching whatever article of clothing he had ripped off of you the night before. You made it look simple, and of course you were just a little human. Nothing you did would take much skill, right?

“Fuck!” He hissed through clenched teeth and he stabbed the pin through the pad of his finger. A bead of dark-red blood swole and eventually dripped down his finger. Watching the blood drop made him think of you. You would’ve taken his tattooed hand and cooed at the injury, leaving a kiss on the stabbed finger. He always thought you were stupid for making such a display over a little nick, but now? He felt some sort of…emptiness without your comfort. Sukuna quickly chased those thoughts away, telling himself that he was only doing this for his own benefit, not for you. No, he’d never do something like this for you.

-

“Kuna…?” You called, the moniker sounding foreign on your tongue after a long week of ignoring the man to whom it belonged too. His head quickly snapped as he watched you come into the room, treading lightly as if the tension could break with a footstep too heavy. In your arms was the patched up doll, looking a little limp but still in one piece.

“What do you want?” He asked, his tone glacial, suggesting that he didn’t care. But he knew he cared a lot, a lot more than he should’ve.

Just a few minutes ago, Sukuna creeped into the bedroom, ensuring sure you wouldn’t hear him over the sound of a running shower. Afte the coast was clear, he meticulously placed the doll on your bed, propped up on a pillow, the hello kitty freshly washed and sewn. He relished on his work, shoving away the feeling of…anxiety? Then he waited and waited for you, hurrying back to his place on the couch only when he heard the shower faucet stop running.

“Did you…fix my doll?” You asked, leaving the question hanging in the heavy air. You avoided eye contact as you sat across from him, fiddling with the hello kitty’s stubby arms.

“What does it look like? It’s fixed, isn’t it?” He retorts, gesturing to the crude stitches that encircled that dolls neck. He sounded pissed off, but he was far from it. He missed your voice, even if you were wasting it by asking him stupid questions.

“Oh,” was all you were able to say. Sukuna rolled his eyes, mimicking your “oh”.

You stumbled with your speech, trying to find the right response. In all honesty, you were shocked. “T-Thank you.” You murmured, your voice a little louder now.

“yeah, whatever. Now you have your doll, so you can stop your damn sulking.” He muttered, waving his hand in dismal. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, careful not to break the delicate silence.

Warmth bloomed inside of your chest. Yeah the stitching was clusmy, revealing his lack of delicacy, but somehow it felt better than him buying a new stuffed animal. There was something that was almost thoughtful about it, and sukuna ryomen was anything but the sort.

He couldn’t believe himself either. Had he really done that, for you? It was impossible. He could’ve easily forced you to speak to him, or lashed out at you for being a brat. So why didn’t he? He sat there, waiting for the repercussions of his actions to hit him. Disgust. anger. anything. but strangely, it never came. Instead he felt a sense of relief and lets out a breath he had no idea he had been holding.

You then slipped into his arms, your ear resting against his surprisedly-existent heartbeat. The hello kitty was still in your grasp, and you fiddled into between your two hands. He didn’t say anything, because he wasn’t even sure that words would come out of his mouth. You felt so nice on him again, and he placing his around you, never wanting to let you go.

As the two of you laid there, distressing fact came crashing down on him. You had broke him. You contorted his barbarous heart into ways that no stich could fix.

[littlepadika]

Good Man

warnings: no outbreak daddy Joel, ddlg, fem little 🙇‍♀️ , discussion of age play, meanie shamers, bad words

notes: based on an angsty dream i had. i needed daddy comfort 😭 idk if anyone reads daddy joel anymore but i hope you likie ❤️ 💕

"And he wanted me to call him daddy!" Your friend, Steph, shrieked causing everyone at the table to laugh. Everyone except for you who had been enjoying the story up until this point. Now you chewed your lip.

"I hate that, honestly." Your other friend, Olivia, said. "It's gross. Like... it's just gross."

You feel your face heat up. You try to think of something to say some retort.

"It's these older men who get off on it." Steph agreed. "It's like why can't they date women their own age. They're creeps"

"I don't know guys it's kind of hot." Elise, sitting to your right, leans forward and wiggles her eyebrows. You feel a bit of relief.

"Ew!" Steph laughed.

"I mean- like sexually. Not like all the time. That's too weird for me." And the relief was gone

"What do you think?" Elise turns to you.

You feel your face grow hot. Your brain already felt fuzzy from worrying about what to say. None of them knew about Joel. They knew you were with someone older but the nature of your relationship was totally private.

"I think- I think it's fine. If that's what people like and they consent to it."

"So diplomatic." Olivia snickered. "We know you like them older."

You know it was said in fun but you felt your eyes sting with frustrated tears. You honestly didn't know where all this emotion was coming from. But it was almost like a rejection of you, even if they didn't know. If you ever thought you could confide in them now you know you can't.

"I mean... they're kinda taking advantage of you. Like you have to wonder...like it's one step away from a ped-" Steph crossed her arms.

"Steph!" Elise glared at her.

"Bathroom." You stood up and bolted as fast as you could. You hated that you cried from frustration. Like the moment you need to speak up your tears get in the way. You text Joel to come pick you up.

You know they are talking about you when you get back because they immediately stop talking and plaster on cheery smiles.

"Hey! Should we get another round." You can tell Steph feels bad for her words.

"That's okay i'm going to head home."

"I'm sorry."

"Yeah we got carried away-obviously you aren't- you know-"

"It's fine." You looked away "I was feeling off anyways."

Joel pulls up a few minutes later. You just want to run into his arms and cry but you know your friends are still watching you leave.

"Just drive." You mumble as soon as the door is shut.

"Have fun?" Joel asks, squeezing your leg with his free hand.

And you instantly burst into tears before you can get your seatbelt on.

"Oh dear." He pulls into a parking space at the back of the lot. "What-what?" He cups your face in his big hands. "Petal talk to me..." His big brown eyes search your face, seeing the softness in your eyes and pouty bottom lip. "Oh baby..." He helps you scoot over into his lap and you cry into his neck. In his mind he's trying to think of anything that may be causing this but he just lets you cry.

"D-daddy..." You cry.

"I'm here, petal. I gotcha." He strokes your head. Inhaling his scent and feeling his big strong arms made you even more mad at what your friends said. Joel was not a bad man. He was your daddy there was no other way to sum up what he meant to you. Safety, protection, acceptance, strength... When you quieted down he peels your face off him and wipes your tears.

"Can you talk to daddy? Hmm? Can you find that big girl voice?"

You try to speak but it just comes out like a whimper.

"Aw I know... you can do it. Let's take a deep breath all the way... yeah... let that big girl voice come back to you..." you have to take your big girl breaths a couple of time before you finally speak.

"Dey-dey said" You sniffle "daddies are bad men."

"Your friends?" Joe felt his heart sink.

"Mhm dey said you were a- a- creep. And I was gross. But you aren't daddy!" You grip his shirt fiercly "You aren't!"

"I'm sorry you had to hear that baby." His heart just aches in his chest. "Some people are too small minded to imagine anythin' different than what they have. They don't understand it, petal."

"But why?"

"It's just how they live their life. Don't know nothin' else." He knows the feeling all too well. How many times has he had to endure awkward conversations about his relationship with you. He got on daddy sites secretly and always felt wrong doing it. But something changed once he started establishing a real relationship with you. Pure love. And so much more than he thought.

"I didn't tell them daddy but i wanted to. I wanted to tell dem you were a good man."

"It's okay baby." Joel smiled.

"No, daddy!" You insisted, cupping his face and looking very serious. "You are a good man."

"Th-Thank you, petal." Joel felt himself tear up a little at your sincerity. Because some days it didn't feel like it. You only got a taste of the hate in the world you had no idea. And Joel was doing his damndest to keep it from you. "You're a good girl. Such a good girl..."

It was so easy at home to just let go and be what each other needed. But the rest of the world wasn't ready for it.

"I don wanna be secret." You confess in a small voice, tears coming back anew but this time they felt different. "I don't wanna be..." you search for the word but couldn't come up with it.

"I know... we'll find a place where we can be ourselves. I swear to you, baby." Joel promises into your hair. He promised himself he would find more members of the community so you would find friendship and acceptance. So he would, too.

"I love you daddy."

"I love you too petal. Loud and proud." He kisses you gently.

~~~~~~~

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[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ everybody talks!

"it started with a whisper, and that was when i kissed her!" —neon trees

note: fun fact this was supposed to be titled friends by chase atlantic but then i started going for a cliche hs romance vibe cause i went and listened to a 90s playlist um ANYWAYS @hopelesslyromanticshark HEYYY TWIN SURPRISE MAYBE?? IT WAS ME ALL ALONG 😈😈 ps this doubles as my apology for the pronunciation confusion FORGET I EVER STARTED THAT

content: leo valdez x reader, childhood best friends to lovers, mortal au; oneshot, 4.3k words

warnings: jealousy, little bit of angst (typical teenage drama 🙄), like one mention of not wanting to live, cursing, google translated spanish, lots of pov switches (my bad 😓), vague spoilers for the ballad of songbirds and snakes (like two lines abt it), clumsy confessions, denial (is it really denial if you just suck at feelings??)

"that was supposed to be my ice cream!" you marched up to a curly-headed boy, face scrunched up in childish anger. your parents were too busy catching up with friends to notice that you had strayed off.

said curly-headed boy turned to the sound of a shrill voice, his eyes meeting a pouty face with cheeks red in the summer heat. he raised the cone in his hand a bit higher. "this one?"

you nodded eagerly, hoping he was going to give it to you. "yeah!" you stretched out your hand to grab it from him, but the boy pulled it away at the last second.

he smiled mischievously, dimples flashing as he stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe up the stacked swirls of ice cream. "too bad!"

you gasped at the utter audacity of the other child, your bottom lip starting to tremble. one sniffle. two. soon, you were downright bawling on the sidewalk. the boy’s jaw dropped, his feet taking panicked little steps in place as he looked around.

"hey! hey, you can't cry! i'll ask my mama to buy you one!" he squeaked, trying to comfort you. he patted your back, which was quite hard to do with him bouncing around and holding an ice cream cone.

your sobs were quickly reduced into a sniffle as you blinked at him. "..really? and you're not gonna steal it this time?"

he nodded enthusiastically. "yep! i mean, no! i won't steal it!" he took your hand and ran to his mom, dragging you along.

you ran behind him, your tears replaced with excitement at the newly promised ice cream.

"mama!" the boy called out, stopping in front of a kind-looking woman who looked just like him. "meet my new friend!"

you smiled a bit shyly at the lady, giving her a wave.

she returned the gesture with a smile of her own, before facing the boy with a slight frown. "leo! sus padres podrían estar buscándola! did you ask her parents if she was allowed to go with you?" she chided, pinching his ear lightly.

leo cried out as his mother pinched his ear, even though he barely felt it. "no..! but le debo un helado!" he whined, shaking your interlocked hands for effect. "can you buy her one mama? pleaseee?"

she sighed in defeat, giving into two pairs of puppy eyes. "alright, alright. but we find her parents first, okay? what's your name?" she gave you a little wink, taking your other hand.

"i'm y/n!" you said with a bright smile as she agreed to get you a new ice cream. "my mommy and daddy are over there!" you pointed to a spot not too far from where you stood.

leo's mom nodded, leading your little trio in the direction you said. soon enough, you were reunited with your parents, who gave you a gentle scolding and thanked her. she explained the situation between you and leo, at which all the parents laughed at, much to your confusion. what was so funny about getting your (well, not exactly yours but you had your eyes on it, so, it was technically yours) ice cream stolen?

whatever, at least you got it at the end of the day—and a new friend!

ever since then, the two of you stuck together like glue. if elementary school teachers tried to separate you? either of you would throw a hissy fit. if your high school teachers tried to separate you? either of you would make up some elaborate bullshit about how well you guys work together and how productive the two of you would be (you were sure they never believed it, but they paired up the both of you anyway).

"like i know she probably didn’t get enough love as a child or something but does she have to take it out on her students? why even be a teacher?” you waved your hand in the air, the mess of papers on the desk long forgotten.

"exactly, like she really needs therapy." leo took his bite-ridden pencil out of his mouth to add a point.

"totally,” you agreed. “too bad it’s so expensive, otherwise-“

a cough behind you made you and leo turn around, already dreading the punishment about to befall you. you smile sheepishly at your history teacher, who had her arms crossed. "another word and i'll send you two to detention, you hear?"

the both of you shut your mouths and nodded in sync, waiting until she turned around to whisper. "she's feeling merciful today."

"detention!"

guess not.

you slumped against the desk, resting your head against your arms and sighed loudly. the teacher in charge of detention for the day gave you a glare, turning the page to his boring book about finance or something. you rolled your eyes once he looked away, and looked up at the clock. five more minutes.

you tapped a message on the desk, the morse code leo forced you to learn coming in handy once again. i'm so bored.

leo's head perked up from the similar slouch he was in. me too.

i'm coming over. you rapped your finger against the smooth wood. you were hungry just thinking about him and his mom's tacos. if you didn't know how much leo wanted to be a mechanic, you'd probably beg him to open a restaurant.

a little forward aren't you? he drummed his fingers back, raising his eyebrow.

just as you were about to reply, you were cut off with a "shh!" from the teacher, who then looked at his watch. he gave it a scowl, but motioned for the two of you to leave. "you're free to go."

the two of you raced to the door, eager to get out of the stuffy classroom.

"oh my gosh i thought he was never gonna let us leave!" you groaned, tugging on your backpack straps as you walked home with leo.

"i know! can't believe he wasted our precious hanging out time like that!" leo scoffed, nudging you with his shoulder.

you laughed, shoving him back. "exactly!"

the two of you walked in peaceful silence, up until leo tapped you on the shoulder and shouted, "tag, you're it!" and ran off ahead.

who runs with a backpack on? you didn't care, chasing after him and trying to get him. "not fair!" you yelled.

sprinting all the way, you made it to his house, panting and out of breath. as he leaned against the doorway, you smacked him upside the head. "you're it."

you didn't want to spend your friday afternoon doing extra work, but leo wanted the help and who were you to deny him? you knew it'd probably end up with the two of you on the couch, curled up next to each other and watching a (usually) pirated movie.

"so," leo started. you two were sprawled on your stomachs, doing homework on his wooden floor.

"what is it now?" you exhaled with exaggeration, not looking up from your book. your english teacher had said to read two chapters, but was that really enough? you were too invested, completely forgetting that you were supposed to help him analyze it.

"..wanna take a break?" he was already getting to his feet, looking down at you with a cheeky glint in his eyes.

you pretended to think. "hm, i don't know... shakespeare's getting really interesting..." you shrugged and turned back to your book.

leo pouted. "seriously!? he just spews random bullshit and everyone thinks its poetic!"

you kicked his foot, not letting the insult slide. "you know what? now i'm really not gonna take a break."

"oh come on! if i make you birria tacos will you come with me? my mom's been simmering the meat since earlier," he bargained, waggling his eyebrows.

"..maybe."

"holy shit." you moaned in bliss as you took a bite of one of the tacos leo had so kindly prepared. he chuckled at your reaction, it was the same every time he made it.

he grinned proudly, taking his plate from the coffee table and setting it on his lap. "good, right?" he switched on the tv, resting his other arm on the back of the couch.

you let out an unintelligible noise of agreement, mouth stuffed. you swallowed. "can we watch the new hunger games movie?"

he hummed, taking out his laptop and searching for it on some illegal website. "again? we already watched it in the theaters."

you rolled your eyes. "yes, again. it's my turn to pick."

his lips quirked up the slightest. "yeah, yeah." he clicked on the movie, connected his laptop to the tv and pressed play.

the two of you were watching intently as coriolanus snow kissed lucy gray like a starved man.

"goddamn," you breathed out.

"i know." leo nodded, his eyes flicking to you for a moment. your legs were folded under the blanket you guys shared. during the duration of the movie, the two of you had somehow huddled closer together, probably due to the cold, he thought. his arm was now over your shoulder, your knees touching his.

he felt something stir in his heart. maybe it was the kissing scene, maybe it was the underlying feeling of sadness that came with winter, but god did he suddenly get overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting a girlfriend. he'd probably flirt with every girl in the world if it meant he could find true love. he suddenly felt hyper-aware of the way you were nestled in his arms, of the casual way you two touched each other. leo would love to do these things in a romantic sense. but, not with you, of course. i mean, you were his bestest friend, it'd be weird to think otherwise.

your heart fluttered wildly as you played it cool, not letting the way his legs were intwined with yours affect you. you didn't know exactly when you started feeling this way, all you knew was that something about his touch never failed to send you sparks of fire.

but fire burns.

you heard leo suck in a breath. "you know your friend alicia?"

you froze, the butterflies in your stomach turning into ash. "yeah, she's my friend, 'course i'd know her."

"great, so you wouldn't mind setting me up with her, right?" he winked at you, tugging at the ends of your hair.

you bit your tongue, mood dampening. why did he always have to ruin the moment by asking about some other girl? i mean, am i not enough or something? "..i'll think about it."

he frowned. usually you'd agree right away. "is that a yes?"

"i told you i'd think about it, now can we just watch?" you turned back to the tv, eyes looking but not seeing.

leo didn't seem to get the hint, still pushing the topic. "why think? it's not like you haven't done it before! are you really not gonna help your best friend out?"

"maybe i'm really not," you said sarcastically. it was getting more and more difficult to keep the irritation from your voice, and he was already starting to notice.

"whoa, okay, what're you so mad about?" he took his arm off your shoulder, turning to face you directly. "did i say something wrong?"

"nope."

he took your sardonic tone as your usual sarcasm and kept prodding. "okay... so you'll help me then? i mean, that's all you're for! you don't wanna be my best friend and do your job?" he laughed, poking fun at you like usual. but the feeling in your gut twisted his offhand comment in a way that hurt.

"if you're just gonna keep me around to set you up with a bunch of girls then maybe i don't want to be your friend anymore!" you snapped, agitation finally breaking the thin mask of patience you had.

leo set down his empty plate on the table, needing to give his hands something to do. "i was just- you know that's not why you're my friend!" he chuckled incredulously.

you stayed silent, letting his words dissolve in the air.

his eyebrows furrowed at your lack of response, as if trying to decipher the finality of your words. "you don't.. you don't mean that do you?"

"maybe i do." you stood up, the blanket falling off your legs. you grabbed your backpack, a reminder of what you guys were supposed to be working on.

leo quickly followed suit, springing to his feet and speeding after you as you walked towards the front door. "wait! i was just kidding! c'mon we can talk about this!" a hint of desperation seeped into his voice as he grabbed your wrist.

"we already did." you shot him a glare over your shoulder. he froze. he'd never seen that aimed at him. playful irritation, sure, but never that. not to him. his hand dropped your arm in shock, and you took your leave.

"i said, are you trying to kill me!?" the tv was still on.

the walk to school was quiet without leo, that you'd admit. you even got up a half hour early just so you wouldn't see him. yeah, it was a little petty, but you weren't exaggerating in your words. he had other friends, you had other friends—you're choosing to ignore the fact that half of them were mutual—you guys would be fine without each other. especially you.

except you forgot the fact that you guys were seated next to each other for nearly all your classes. that was awkward. everyone around you sensed the tension in the air, with you pointedly looking away from leo, at the board, and him trying to do the same. you could feel his leg shake the table as he bounced his knee, as well as the side glances he gave you.

even so, you continued to ignore him and the stupidly cute way his lips pursed into a frown. you weren't getting over it that easy.

leo fucked up. like, seriously fucked up. he hasn't fucked up this bad since.. well, since his invention quite literally blew up in his face. but this? this was like your friendship figuratively blew up in his face! and it felt even worse. he took a deep breath, rolling over in his bed with his blanket half-off. he brought the fabric up to his nose, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume that had stayed since last friday. without you, his thoughts felt louder than usual. they ran free in his mind, ranging from what should i eat for dinner? to god, did i mess up our whole friendship? was i taking her for granted when i kept asking her for relationship advice? why did i even do that? i didn't even really like any of those girls. what's wrong with me?

he curled up into a ball, squeezing the blanket to his chest and burying his face in it. leo willed himself to cry, but no tears would come. the overwhelming feeling in his chest had no way to escape. his heart thumped heavily, each painful beat reminding him of why he should've never been allowed to live.

"...and that's why you should- hey! are you even listening?" piper frowned, raising an eyebrow at leo, who was picking at his food.

he didn't answer, too busy moving the gross cafeteria food around his tray as he drooped against the table.

"okay, i know that you've got your little lover's quarrel with y/n, but you've gotta stop sulking and start doing." piper crossed her arms, eyeing him with a very unimpressed look. "did you seriously not hear a word i said? talk to her! apologize! it's been a week already!"

leo groaned, his head resting in his arms. “i know! and- wait did you just say ‘lover’s quarrel!?’” his head shot up, face feeling warm all of a sudden. “pipes, she’s just a friend! like you!”

piper gave him a disbelieving hum. “‘just a friend’ my ass! everyone can see how you look at her!” that’s why all the girls you make her set you up with never go on a second date.

leo genuinely looked confused. “what? i look at her normally, what are you talking about?”

jason, who was silent throughout the whole exchange, chortled a laugh. the two whipped their heads to him, the sudden noise from him surprising. "are you serious? leo, i don't think even i'm that oblivious!" he shared a look with piper that only the two would understand. ugh. another couple thing leo feels he'll never get.

leo's eye twitched. "oblivious about what? y/n's my best friend, i don't see what's so weird about that!"

the pair sighed. "you'll get it one day," jason said firmly, clapping him on the shoulder with solemn resolution.

"okay..?"

a whole week. leo had never gone without talking to you for a whole week! this was driving him insane! yeah, he knew you were mad at him and by default, he was supposed to be mad at you, but it was too much! next period, leo thought resolutely. i'll get her to talk to me next period. which just so happened to be his last period because although he had been thinking of this the whole day, he was too nervous to confront you earlier. he took a deep breath in and walked into chemistry class.

fate must hate him. or maybe his science teacher. right when when he slipped into his seat beside you, she clasped her hands together and cleared her throat. "class! today were going to be switching seats!" leo swore he saw her look at him as he said that. what did he ever do to her!? his heart sunk as he realized he might not sit next to you anymore. surely the teacher's gonna keep us together? i mean, they've all done that since like, the start of the year! she won't be any different.. right?

oh he was so wrong. leo pouted in his spot at the back of the class, watching you from across the room as you chatted it up with some jock. why is she being so smiley!? isn't she supposed to be mad? i mean, yeah, she's only mad at me, but doesn't that mean she's supposed to be grumpy in general!? why am i the only one who looks affected by this!?

the girl next to him cleared her throat, snapping him out of his thoughts. "uh, we need to start the experiment," she said without emotion, as if the mere action of talking to him was boring. seriously, why did everyone hate him today? it's not like they know anything that happened!

"oh.. right." leo took his notebook out and set it to the side, moving the vials to the center of the desk. he felt the girl's stare dig into his side, like she was looking at him with disdain. leo sighed. this was going to be a long period.

how did leo even end up here? parties weren't really his thing. he only came because he heard that you'd be here, but you were nowhere to be seen. leo leaned against a wall, trying not to look like a complete loser as he stood by himself. he took out his phone, navigating to his trusty weather app. where were you? if not you, then jason and piper? even percy or annabeth would do! they're probably each hooking up in a bathroom or something.. he thought with a grimace, trying to get the mental picture out of his head. leo wandered around with a cup of fanta, hoping to see you in the crowd.

you sipped from your red solo cup, the bubbly taste of soda delightfully stinging your tongue. this party's kinda boring... it'd be more fun with- you cut off your thoughts with a shake of your head. whatever. you had girl friends you could hang out with. as you made your way to them, a tap on your shoulder got your attention.. is it..? you turned around. it wasn't. you ignored the feeling in your stomach and smiled at the familiar—but not familiar enough—face of your new seatmate.

"oh hey! i didn't know you were coming!" you greeted with a smile.

he laughed, raising his eyebrow. "you think i'd miss this? i mean, look at me!" he gestured to himself quite vainly. "i throw these kinds of parties!"

you chuckled, nodding along to be polite. "uh, yeah, for sure!"

the both of you fell into an awkward silence that seemed to stretch out for forever.

leo spotted you across the room, the chatter around him seeming to die down as he saw you with that guy. i mean, seriously, he wasn't even your type! and, he'd know your type! like, weren't you guys just talking shit about jason's football friends? you could do so much better. like.. like me. leo's eyes widened. holy fuck. that's it! the feeling in his chest was akin to tightening the last screw of his project. the words his two friends had said to him earlier came rushing back with sudden clarity. they day he finally got it was sooner than expected. with a determined blaze in his heart, he slipped through the crowd and made his way to you.

you took the lull in your conversation as a sign to go to your other friends. "so, i'm gonna-"

"hey, i was going to-" he started.

the both of you stopped mid-sentence after speaking at the same time. you guys laughed it off, with you waving off his muttered apology.

"you can go first," you said, dipping your head at him to continue.

he cleared his throat, looking into your eyes intently. "well, i was wondering if you'd wanna go ou-"

"y/n!" leo strode up to you as if the fight between the two of you had never happened.

your face scrunched up in confusion, too perplexed to remember that you were supposed to be ignoring him. "leo? what are you-" he cut you off, directing his words to the other guy.

"hey, sorry if i interrupted something, but i gotta talk to y/n for a sec," leo flashed his teeth, mischievous dimples showing.

the jock's eyes widened as he took a step back. "oh.. oh, my bad man! i didn't think you guys were- are you really?" he laughed with obvious embarrassment, shaking his head as he retreated. "guess so.." he muttered under his breath as he faded into the crowd.

leo's hand slipped around your waist as he weaved the both of you in between people. his jaw was clenched, a sight you've only seen when he was concentrated on one of his many inventions. "what the hell are you doing?" you repeated your question, ignoring the way his touch sent familiar sparks down your spine. you shied away from it, half to push away your feelings and the other to keep up your fight out of pure pettiness.

his hand twitched as you moved away, his eyes narrowing as he stared straight ahead. but leo made no move to grab you again, ever the gentleman. "just come with me. please."

his tone itself was enough to make you listen to him without question. never had you seen him so.. serious. you found yourselves in an empty guest room, music thumping softly behind the walls.

"y/n," leo murmured, finally speaking as he turned around. his eyes were shifty, looking everywhere but directly into yours. you could see the way he chewed on the inside of his lip, as if rehearsing the words he had yet to say.

"i- i don't want you to talk to that guy." he blurted out after a beat of silence. his cute face wasn't enough to distract you from his words, however.

"excuse me?" you stared at him, your rose-tinted glasses shattering immediately.

leo shifted on his feet, realizing how off-putting he sounded. "not- not like that! sorry, i mean like-" he swallowed thickly, his leg starting to bounce.

"fuck i really suck at this, huh?" he muttered under his breath, before daring to look into your eyes.

"i mean i want you to talk to me instead because.. i like you. i want to be the one you talk to, like we used to. but- more than that because i like like you." he fumbled over his words, trailing off at the end as his eyes dipped down once again.

what? you opened your mouth to answer but he beat you to it to continue.

"i'm really sorry for how i acted like a jerk. and taking you for granted and making you set me up with practically every girl you knew. to tell you the truth, i don't know why i did that, 'cause i never really like any of 'em. or i thought i did and then i just, didn't and-" he would've rambled on forever if you hadn't cut him off with a kiss.

you heard him squeak in the back of his throat, hands tensing at his sides before gingerly wrapping around your waist, as if he was scared of messing up again. the both of you pulled away after a soft minute, his disbelieving eyes staring back at your playful expression. boy, did he miss the way you looked at him like that.

"took you long enough." you laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly. "better not make me set you up with anyone ever again."

his face broke into a wide grin, never faltering even as you punched him. he brought you back into his arms, hugging you tightly. "the only person i'd want to be set up with is you." he drew back only slightly, his hands trailing up your body until he cupped your face, squishing your cheeks gently. "so? will you let me take you on a date?"

your smile was one that rivaled the sun, one he'd like to center his world around forever. "are you kidding? obviously!"

the kiss he gave you after was one you'd remember forever.

("twenty bucks jason, pay up!" piper whispered, peering through the crack in the door.

"..fuck.")

[sandy-the-glader]

Hi!! I hope this is okay!! If not, no worries!! 💜💜💜 (I love you lots!)

Can I please request an Adrian Chase x fem!innocent!reader Where while Adrian is out and about doing his Vigilante work he comes across a bunch of criminals in a warehouse, and after they’re all “taken care of”, he hears someone crying and finds a girl hiding behind a pile of the criminal’s stuff, and she’s handcuffed to something over there, so she couldn’t leave even if she wanted to. She’d obviously be completely terrified of Vig, but as we know, he is very good at reading a person and would clearly see that she is innocent, and had been taken by the bad guys. Normally he would just set the innocent girl free and be on his way, having already taken care of the bad guys, however… He had unfortunately taken off his mask right before finding her, and had forgotten to put it back on, so she has seen his face. Panicking, he just picks her up, and takes her to his car with him, driving straight to the 11th Street Kids HQ, carrying in a terrified Y/n, he himself all panicked, and the team is like “wtf did you do????” “Did you abduct her???” And he’s just like, “No no, I saved her! But then she saw my face… So I guess, yes??”

Lmao it’s honestly a mess, but the team takes care of Y/n’s injuries, apologies for Adrian’s behavior lmao, and lets her stay there until she has recovered, as not only is she hurt, but very scared. After a while of staying with them, she gradually starts warming up to Adrian, him desperately trying to get her not to be afraid of him anymore (for a while there she was terrified of him), and their relationship eventually grows into a more romantic and intimate one🥺🥺🤧

Afraid of Me

*Not my gif*

Character: Adrian Chase x SoftFem!Reader

Type: Fluff and sorta angsty

Length: 5.4K (a bit long)

Summary: Request above <3

Trope: Strangers to friends to lovers, Slow-burn

A/N: LONG A/N!! Sorry this took forever I've been busy with a lot of stuff and I just haven't had any time but I worked on this whenever I could. Btw again I bent the request a little bit (I'm not sure if I wrote what you wanted for it and I apologize ) so I hope it’s okay I just made this go over the whole period of time the show does and like more so there's more time for a bond to be built lol

I heard a quick gunshot followed by another. Tears continued to fall from my eyes as I was tied to some random wall in some warehouse, Apparently, I was not supposed to come across two men selling heroin to each other but here I am. They claimed I saw too much, took me, and tied me up. Who even does that?

I just wanted to return to my apartment and read this new book I bought. That's all I had planned for my day anyway. Yet now I was tied to a pole in some wet and cold warehouse with random crates surrounding me. I tugged and tried to break from but it was helpless. I cried and sniffled as I continued to try but there was no avail.

Were those shots from them or someone else? Please god, let someone save me. I had been here for hours and I was scared of what they had planned for me. They already hit me pretty hard over the head which caused a small trail of blood to fall from my temple.

I heard loud and heavy footsteps coming towards me. I braced myself and waited for the figure to come around the crate to where I was. He was wearing a teal suit, with blood covering it. It was Vigilante. Should I be happy or terrified? He's a killer but isn't he supposed to be a hero?

"Fuck oh my god." He gasped slapping a gloved hand over his mouth. He was missing one exceptionally important part of his suit. His mask. That must have been why he was so frantic.

In all honesty, he looked nothing like I always pictured him. He was lanky with glasses and he looked really young. He looked mid-twenties though I had a feeling he was older. He honestly looked nerdy.

"I'm sorry. I really won't tell anyone who you are. I-I mean I don't even know your name." I stammered. He didn't care though because he continued to curse.

"Fuck fuck fuck. This is so not good." he groaned. The man ran a thick hand through his hair while bouncing back and forth. "Umm." He pondered confused about what to do. "Shit, I can't let you go." My eyes widen. He already has saved me why not let me go on my merry way? He took off his glasses and put his mask back on.

He came over to me and examined my situation. He crouched down and started untieing the rope that kept me on the pole but didn't bother with the ones around my hands or feet.

I was about to thank him for his acts but he picked me up and started to carry me out. Oh, he's actually not letting me go.

"What are you doing!?" I panicked. I started wiggling my body in his grasp then he held me tighter. "Where are you taking me? This hurts." He continued to keep walking until we reached his car a couple of feet from the warehouse.

Holding me with one hand, he opened the door to his back seat and tossed me in. Judging by his face, he didn't mean it to be as aggressive but it was enough to get me to shut up. He slammed the door and rushed over to the driver's seat.

This is it. After all that's happened today I'm being kidnapped by Vigilante and who knows what's going to happen. I guess the law doesn't apply when it comes to him. I actually can't believe it right now.

The entire car ride was silent. Not a sound from the man or from me. It was terrifying. All I could think of was what was going to happen to me. it took him forever to get to his destination and when we got there I realized it was some rundown video store. That couldn't be where we're going right?

-

"Guy's we got a fucking situation!" Adrian called opening the door with the girl in his hands. The whole team in the building stared at him with wide 'What the fuck' like eyes.

"Who the fuck is that?" Economos asked adjusting his glasses and leaning over his desk.

Adrian (not so carefully) dropped the woman on the floor making her yelp out in shock and pain.

"Did you just kidnap a girl?" Adebayo's eyes widened at the sight.

"No Adebayo!" He yelled defensively. "Okay, well technically yes but-" He was cut off quickly.

"And why did you bring her here?" Harcourt burst out running a hand through her blonde hair.

"Okay, I was doing my badass stuff, right? Like beating up these bad dudes and I found her behind some crates." They all stared at him waiting for him to continue. "And since I didn't know these dudes took a hostage I took my mask off and that's-" He removed his mask again and replaced the glasses on his face. "Really bad." He grimaced.

"Adrian what the hell dude you could have left her. She would have never turned you in. Look at her. No offense." Chris said. She stayed silent like she never heard the comment in the first place.

She was scared to death, trembling on the floor with small tear streaks down her face. Some of the tears mixed in with blood on the left side of her face. She looked innocent as could be and she definitely didn't deserve to be in this mess.

"Dude what the fuck!" He shouted at Chris. "Now she knows my real name! You have so fucked me!" He continued to cure which didn't make the girl feel any better.

"I did not fuck you! Besides it's your fault for bringing her here anyway." Chris furrowed his eyebrows looking back and forth between the petrified girl and his idiotic friend.

"What is happening out here?" Murn came out from one of the rooms and immediately regretted his decision. "We're supposed to be working on the project butterfly case what are you doing Chase?" He asked sternly.

"Oh, now she knows about Project Butterfly!" Harcourt placed a hand on her forehead.

"Well, it's not like I can kill her because she's innocent" The girl's face drained at the mention of death. "and we can't get rid of her because she might tell someone who I am!" Adrian wined out. He was finally right about one thing.

"She also might screw our plan up," Murn muttered trying to think of a reasonable thing to do with this girl.

"Then what do you suppose we do with her?" Economos folded his arms. The girl had been silent the entirety of this conversation but she finally piped up.

"Um.." Her voice caught everyone's attention and they turned their heads to look at her. "I-I can clean and o-organize around here." She stammered. "I can help you guys just please don't kill me." She pleaded. They all non-verbally agreed she had been through enough judging by the look of blood running from her temple and dirt caking her shirt.

"Yeah that honestly could be useful," Harcourt spoke. She looked around the room to only be met with agreeing faces. She let out another deep sigh before Murn spoke up.

"You will work the same hours as us and will get paid a fair amount." He folded his arms tightly over his chest. He didn't ask he just demanded she work.

"I'm also a fast learner and I can help you with anything you need. I don't have a current job so that would be perfect." She tried to look at the bright side of the situation. I can work for money but this is a destructive and hard-core business she pondered. "And since this is a very um dangerous job I just so happened to be trained in medical care." She offered.

"Oh, sweet! That's perfect so now dyed bear can stop doing such a shit job of stitching me up!" Chris smiled.

"Hey!" Economos protested. It was perfectly fine he thought.

"What about my living situation? C-can I still stay In my apartment?" She asked. They all looked around at each other because that was one thing they hadn't thought of. If they let her stay, she could always tell people without them knowing.

"If we let you stay in your apartment, you must realize he" Murn pointed at Adrian Chase himself. "has to keep watch of you? He somehow always knows if someone is doing something they shouldn't be." She nodded slowly. "And if you tell anyone and I mean anyone you will be terminated immediately, do you understand?" He spoke firmly making her hands tremble.

"I understand." She muttered.

"Now that everyone is done with this whole situation I suggest you get back to work," Murn concluded walking back to his office annoyed with the inconvenience.

-

I sat there absolutely stunned at what just happened. I just got myself into a bat shit crazy job. I mean I don't even know these people and one of them literally abducted me. This is not normal.

Project butterfly? Are these guys all heroes or something? I already was aware of Vigilante's existence and somewhat Peacemaker but there's a lot more than just those two.

"Oh my god, he didn't even untie you." The blonde-haired woman spoke in surprise. I didn't say anything because really what was I supposed to say? "I'm Harcourt." She kneeled beside me. She opened a switchblade and sliced through the ropes binding my hands together and then my feet. "Come on let's get you cleaned up. She went and collected the first aid kit from one of the desks on the left side of the room and motioned for me to sit at her desk. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Y/n L/n." I said quietly as I stared into my lap anxiously.

"Come sit Y/n." She said calmly trying to make me comfortable.

I stood up uneasily and almost fell back down. I steadied myself and carefully walked over to the chair and sat down gently. She pulled out a couple of cotton swabs and some alcohol. She poured the strong liquid onto the small ball.

"I'm sorry about him." Harcourt hummed taking the cotton swab to my forehead.

"Hm?" I replied softly.

"Adrian." She looked me in the eyes. "He just isn't all there sometimes." She mumbled. She tossed the bloodied-up swab in the trash and put a bandage over the small cut.

I looked over at Vigilante who I guess was named Adrian. He was talking to Peacemaker and he looked perfectly innocent. Not even an hour earlier he was tossing me into the back of his car. Jesus, what did I really get myself into? Not only does he have to escort me home, but now I have to work with him. He's a psycho!

"She has a point you know." The woman I was pretty sure was Adebayo spoke up. I glanced at her and she nodded trying to make me realize it. "He's a really good guy you just have to get to know him. I get it he basically kidnapped you but he's stupid in everything but fighting."

"Yeah okay," I mumbled softly. I don't care what they say now I can't trust him after what he did unless he really proves he's trustworthy. At least these people actually had the decency to tend to my wounds.

She continued to bandage and take care of every cut I had on my arms and face. I enjoyed her already because she was delicate to me and cared about my feelings. Pretty quickly she finished and put all the materials away.

"Come over here I think we found a box of old clothes you could change in." She led me back into the store and I could feel Adrian's eyes burning into my back.

-

"Dude she's afraid of me!" I panicked at Chris looking him dead in the eye. I waited for her to leave before I talked to my best friend about the whole thing.

"Well, I mean you did throw her in the back of your car. Chicks don't really dig that. Unless they're like hardcore." Okay yeah obviously I fucked up big time but I was under a lot of pressure and I wasn't doing what I should have!

"Dude I didn't know what else to do." I whined

"I mean you just gotta make things right with her I guess. I don't know I usually don't have to apologize to girls." He shrugged his shoulders. Great okay how am I supposed to do that when she's obviously afraid of me? Fuck. "Listen when you walk her to her apartment just be like 'Sorry for kidnapping you in my shitty car that was a pretty bad thing to do!' or something like that." I let out a heavy sigh. This is never going to work.

-

I came back out to the main room in a sweatshirt with the video store's logo on it and sweatpants that were longer than my actual legs with the same logo down the side of it. I held my original clothes in my arms and I was quiet.

What do I do now? Go home? How am I supposed to feel safe in my own home when I know that guy is watching me?

"Listen." Harcourt grabbed my attention. "You can take as much time as you need before you go home. I know that was probably a traumatic experience for you so let me know when you want to leave." She spoke as if she had read my mind. I nodded. "Also we have your address so we can get you home easily." Okay well, I told her my name and that was all it took to find out where I lived. Spectacular.

"What are my work hours?" I still can't believe I got myself to work for these people.

"Just don't get here any later than 8. Hours are different every day. Since you now work here I guess I should tell you who everyone is." She pointed to Peacemaker and Vigilante who were still chatting near the corner of the room "Chris and Adrian ." Then to the other man in glasses. "Economos." The guy in the other room that I could see through the glass. "Murn." Finally, she pointed at the last girl which I already knew. "and Adebayo."

I stood around for not too much longer before very anxiously describing to Harcourt my wishes to leave. She understood fully and went over to Adrian to make him take me home. He looked at me with some sort of care in his eyes but I just couldn't look at him so my eyes fell back to the sight of the floor.

"Come on kid." Harcourt motioned with her head to leave out the door with the man. I walked out the door and the cool air hit me as the sun started to sink down below the horizon.

One car ride and then I'm home. This time I got to sit in the front seat of his car instead of being thrown in the back like a doll. I secured my seatbelt and then just slumped against the car door. All I could really do was pay attention to the passing cars outside and the quiet buzz of the radio.

I also noticed the pleasing smell of his cologne that filled the car or how he hummed along to the Taylor Swift song on the radio. Someone like him is a swiftie?

"I'm sorry that I kidnapped you." Adrian broke the silence between us in an attempt to apologize. I ignored it and kept looking out the window. It was a long day and I genuinely couldn't tell if he was being sincere or was just trying to make me feel like he cared. "Please talk to me. I know I fucked up." I glanced over at him; his eyes flickered between the road and me. "Hey." He reached for my hand and flinched away with wide eyes and a quickened heartbeat.

His eyes lit up in sorrow. He looked like he felt bad. He backed off and for the rest of the car ride, he didn't talk anymore. There was so much tension in that car I felt like I was going to suffocate. I could barely look at him. I was still scared of his guts.

Every turn and stop made me think over and over about the events that occurred today. It was nauseating.

Finally walking through the door of my apartment left me with this feeling I couldn't describe. All of the events that happened today were fucking unbelievable.

The book I was planning to read was on my bed and was quickly tossed on my side table with a small thud. I sprawled out on my bed not bothering to do anything else tonight.

What. The. Fuck.

-

It's my first day on the job and my teammate already hit someone with a car. A van actually. I got to the disguised video store a bit after seven and Murn described the plan to me. Since I wasn't significant to the plan I just stayed in the car with a first-aid kit just in case things went south. And oh they did.

"Is he dead!?" I stood in the van looking at Economos dumbfounded. He didn't reply at first he was just making shocked quivering noises.

"I... I don't know?" My eyes widened as he started to get out of the car holding a crowbar tightly in his hands. I left the kit on the seats (since I had been fidgeting with the latches the whole ride) and followed him for support or something like that. Maybe I thought I could help. He inspected inside the car which he had hit fully force.

Judomaster was crawling on the ground in front of the car slowly. Economos inched closer and closer to him holding the crowbar. He whacked him once over the head and jolted backward then his body went limp. We waited and sure enough, he kept crawling. He hit him again and he still was moving. I slapped a hand over my mouth as he repeatedly hit him on the back of the head. He poked him a few times like you would a bug making sure he wasn't moving.

"Oh my god." He let out. "Fuck yeah!" He turned around to high-five me. I lightly returned it. "Don't worry he's not dead." He said sensing my shock. "They're hardcore it takes a lot."

"Well, what do we do with him now?" I looked at Economos for ideas. We ended up tying him up and throwing him in the back of the van. I watched him intensely. When would this dude wake up? I really hope not any time soon. Murn radioed us and let us know that they would be coming back soon with of course Vigilante. Economos drove us back to the spot we were supposed to be in and awaited their arrival.

"You're pretty cool." I complimented him. He was taken aback by the positive words.

"Well thank you." He adjusted his glasses with a bright smile.

We waited for 15 minutes until they finally arrived and loaded themselves into the van. Everyone looked untouched besides Harcourt's messy hair, a couple cuts on Peacemaker's face and Vigilante crying about his bleeding toe. I grabbed the medical kit I had set down on the seats just minutes before and rushed to Adrian's side.

I motioned for him to move his foot up to where I needed it. He hesitated for a moment but then proceeded to lift his foot into my lap. I scoped out his injured toe and I pulled out the needed materials.

Yikes. I was definitely glad that I stayed in the van. Adrian’s foot jerked in my lap as I tried to get some alcohol.

"Hold still!" I complained to Adrian trying to hold his leg down from wriggling under my grasp. From the looks of it, this man had managed to get half of his pinky toe cut off. That is such a bizarre thing for torture.

“It hurts so bad though!” He wined when I took the alcohol to his foot. He had obviously had worse happen to him but this?

“It could have been worse,” I said. My hold got tighter on his leg since it kept jolting side to side.

“Pft yeah, this was nothing!” He lied as if he hadn’t been complaining two seconds ago. “I’ve gone through worse in DND.” A small smile appeared on my cheeks. DND huh? Who knew the big strong Vigilante was a total nerd? And a swiftie...

“One of my characters got their arm bitten off by a bear so I’d say you’re okay,” I said. His eyes lit up at the mention that I had played before." Just sit still it's about to get worse." His eyes clenched shut.

"Oh shit!" He screamed out making everyone irritated in the van. I shushed him gently with a soft hand on his leg. He shut up very quickly but his body still tensed occasionally with every sting. I held his foot carefully as I bandaged it up thoroughly.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" I asked. I still didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"Yeah, but I can wait until we get back." He tried to act tough but I could hear the pain in his voice. I noticed a couple of holes in his shirt. Maybe I could fix his shirt while I'm at it. God am I being too nice?

I mean I'm trying to think of the bright side of what happened yesterday and honestly, it didn't seem so bad anymore. He saved my ass and I'm having a paying job. I can only imagine the pay is fantastic for what these people have me doing. I sat next to Adrian. I was feeling a little less scared of him now when I thought about him like that. Even through the visor, his eyes were peeled onto me. It felt like since I got here they never left.

Getting back to headquarters I couldn't get Adrian to get out of the van without making a scene. I dragged him quickly into the store so he wouldn't draw any attention from people lurking around In the streets. I pulled him by his hand and made him sit in the closest chair I could spot. He whined and moaned obnoxiously loud. I knew the stories and new articles about the man. He was tough and put up a big fight, he never lost against criminals.

I grabbed the larger bandages from an area Harcourt showed me just this morning and also some more alcohol.

"Show me where you're hurt." I looked at him curious about what else had happened to him. He pulled off his chest plate and revealed the deep stab wound in his shoulder. The fabric of his shirt clearly revealed the bloody mess it left. My eyes widen. "You kept this from me until now?"

"I could handle this. The toe I'm not entirely sure." I cleaned and bandaged the wound with intense concentration. I was careful and sure not to cause any more harm after this long night. "Thank you." He said softly. I just nodded and didn't reply with anything else.

-

The days passed as we worked on this project and the days were long and there was a lot of work to do. I didn't have almost any free time anymore so it was hard to make time for friends I actually wanted to talk to or things I really wanted to do. Adrian continued to try his hardest to earn my trust and befriend me.

I started to warm up to him crazy enough. He did little things for me I thought were sweet. Sometimes he brought me breakfast or he would try to learn about things I liked so he could talk about them with me. I started to trust him more and more as the mission proceeded because he was really good company. He would talk and I would listen.

A couple of days after the whole 'Adrian getting his pinky toe almost cut off' situation he got himself arrested. I didn't even know until Harcourt talked to me about it and what Adebayo said to him. I felt bad for him because as much as I thought I disliked him, I hated to hear he was where he was and how Adebayo literally manipulated him into doing it.

The night he got out he showed up at my apartment because he still needed to check up on me and since he hadn't been able to. For the first time, I felt comfortable enough to hug him. So I did, I wrapped my arms gently around his torso and gave a small squeeze. We stood like that for a minute before he quietly wished me a 'goodnight' without any further words. That was the kindest moment we had ever shared with one another

Then the next day we had another mission. Since all this time has passed, I had been informed on what a Butterfly fully was. At first, it was entirely confusing until I realized these were tiny alien butterflies here to kill us. I know it sounds like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

I had to sit through a whole meeting in the morning next to Adrian where he (the whole time) joked with me. It felt sorta nice honestly. He never stopped being friendly and I just kind of started to accept it more.

And the whole mission went by quickly.

"Oh my god." I blurted when everyone arrived back in the truck. Peacemaker and Economos were fully drenched head to toe in blood, Harcourt had a good amount on her, and Adebayo and Adrian had little to none on them.

"We fought a fucking gorilla!" Adebayo exploded with astonishment. Jesus, sometimes I wish I didn't sit in the car the whole time.

"Economos is the fucking man." Peacemaker clapped him on the back with a proud grin. I did miss a lot if those two are now getting along.

"All the blood is the gorillas right?" I asked startled for a second considering the amount.

"Yeah we're all fine," Harcourt said tiredly.

"At least no one's arm got bitten off, like your DND character right?" Adrian nudged me in the side and sat down next to me. Sure I had only told him a few days ago about that but it still made me happy that he had remembered that tiny detail.

"Right." I smiled. Chris sat in the front and started playing music like he had at the beginning of the ride. I sang along with the rest of my team members to 11th Street Kids and I actually started to enjoy my work a little more.

I looked over at Adrian who was dancing like a dork. He looked so adorable? He was playing air drums and making up random dances as he went. I don't know why but I started to not hate him anymore. I started seeing this more personal side of him. Not Vigilante but Adrian.

"C'mon dance," Adrian whispered in my ear and nudged me again. I started to sway along with the group.

Later that night Harcourt made a group chat with all of us and sent a photo she had taken in the van. I set the book down I had finally got to reading beside me on my bed and picked up my phone.

Everyone was dancing in the van but on the right side, you could see me looking at Adrian with the sweetest smile on my face. The chat is filled with different emojis. The only number I had was Harcourts but from the merman emoji, I already knew it was Adrian. I liked his message and sent a fitting emoji to match the others.

I set my phone down and continued reading with a big smile. I never seemed to stop today.

-

It was the final day of the project and I wasn’t allowed to go. I wasn’t entirely complaining since this job was so bizarre but I was also disappointed. I mean all this build up and I don’t even get to go. They said it would be safer for me and of course, I understood.

But as the night carried on and the morning came through I was nervous. I had no texts or word from anyone. Sure, they still could be busy and have to do some other stuff before texting me but what if?

I heard a rushed-sounding knock on my door which threw me off. I ran to my door since the person decided to not stop knocking.

"What do you want?" I hissed as I threw open the door but I was only met with Adrian. My eyes soften upon seeing him. Oh, thank god he’s alive. "Adrian. Hi." I paused when noticing he was in a pair of shorts and a nursing gown. "Come inside." I ushered him in with wide eyes and closed the door quickly behind him. "What are you doing here?"

"Listen I jumped out of a hospital building to be her so-"

"Adrian!" I scolded him for being careless. I had started to really enjoy him I didn't need him being so careless all the time.

"Shut up. Sorry, but I need to tell you this." I stared at him silently with folded arms awaiting what he was about to tell me. "Okay, so after almost dying, I know what you're about to say please just wait. After almost dying, I realized had more feelings for you than I have ever had for someone and that's like a lot for me." He stepped closer to me. "I had to tell you those feelings just in case I actually died sometime. But now I'm scared if you reject me because of the whole kidnapping thing when we first met and usually I would be okay with rejection but I don't feel usual with you." He rambled and his hands made several confusing gestures along the way.

Everything about him told me he was being truthful. His hands were trembling with nervousness, He literally came from a hospital to tell me this and he just had that look on his face.

The feelings from the other day came rushing back. I really enjoyed being with genuine Adrian. The time we spent together over the course of this project was enjoyable. I noticed small things about him like the way he always made sure to keep an eye on me and was careful not to get me into anything super dangerous. He had become almost like a personal guard.

He even taught me how to use weapons, and also never overstepped my boundaries. So yeah maybe I developed a crush on my kidnapper co-worker.

"Why are you looking at me like that I'm like really nervous right now." He asked.

"Because I feel the same way. Even though you did totally kidnap and traumatize me." I nudged him smiling but he didn't return it. "Adrian I was playing with you. But I really do feel the same way." He let out a long breath. I was quite sure he had stopped breathing for a little while.

"Oh thank god." Adrian stepped closer and picked me up in his arms as he kissed me deeply. I've kissed a couple of times in the past but never did it feel as amazing as this. I held him close to me as if he would slip away again. He pulled away to look closely at my face.

"Just because you kissed me doesn't mean I won't scold you for almost dying." I glared at him but he just smiled kindly and kissed me again.

"If I keep. Kissing you then. I won't. Get yelled at." He said in between kisses making me start to laugh.

“Don’t scare me like that again Chase.” I shook my head kissing him passionately once more. I could get used to this feeling.

[sodapopcurtis-dx-asks]

It was extremely early in the morning.

After Two-Bit and Soda had left that evening, they had made their way over to Steve's house to drop his things off since he left before Soda could hand them over to him.

Unfortunately, what neither of them had expected was to learn that Steve and Evie had once again gotten into it. They showed up to the house to find Steve sitting on the porch by himself, his father gone and Evie nowhere to be seen since she invited Steve over to her house, not the other way around.

Soda and Two-Bit both stayed with Steve for a while, until Soda noticed the time and had to race off, leaving Steve by himself again because Soda was Two's only ride for the night.

Steve, not knowing what to do with himself and the flowers and gifts he'd just recieved, decided to walk endlessly into the night whilst his friends went off and did their own. He didn't want to join in anyways, he needed his time to himself.

He found himself waking up at the DX. No clue how he got there, hands and knuckles sticky with blood, face covered in tears and snot and what felt like slobber from trying to vomit. He must've gotten drunk at some point.

Soda had just pulled into the parking lot, ready for opening. He was terrified to find Steve there by himself, rested against the wall of the shop, looking half dead with his eyes sunken and his skin sickly pale from lack of proper sleep.

“Christ, Steve. What the hell happened?” Soda mumbled as he picked Steve up from the ground, brushing his hair off of his forehead, placing a hand on top. “You're freezing...”

Steve opened his eyes again to see Soda staring at him with big, worried eyes. He let out a broken sob. Harsh and high pitched, feeling like a crybaby who wanted their mother. He probably did want his mom. But for now, there was Soda.

Soda shushed him and hurried him to the truck, grabbing a blanket from the back and wrapping it around Steve. “Don't– don't worry about it. Are you okay?”

“Fuck– no. What does it look like, Curtis?” Steve was crying hard, covering his face with the blanket. He was so embarrassed.

“'M sorry.” Soda hugged Steve tight through the blanket, mumbling soft reassurances to him, stuff that Steve wasn't able to hear through his loud cries. God, did he wish he did though.

“Jesus, I think she might hate me or somethin', Soda.” Steve hated the way he sounded in this moment, his voice was shaky and desperate as he clinged onto Soda through the blanket and shivered violently. He was freezing fucking cold.

Soda combed his fingers slowly through Steve's curly hair, doing whatever he could just to let Steve know he was safe and warm. “She doesn't hate you, Steve. She couldn't handle something like that.” He sighs, soft and light compared to Steve's ragged gasps for air between sobs. “And even if she ever does, s-so what?”

“So what? Soda, she's my girlfriend. She means the fucking world to me.” Steve's eyebrows knit together as he grew upset. His sobs becoming more of sniffles as he calmed down from Soda's reassurance.

“That–” Soda bit back a rude remark. “That's not what I meant, I mean you shouldn't be stressin' out over her right now. Look at you, Stevie...” Soda frowned, fixing up the blanket around Steve's shoulders. “You're exhausted. You've been beatin' yourself up all night.”

Steve scoffed, looking down at his bruised knuckles. “Yeah, n' for good fucking reason.” He shook his head shamefully. “She'd want me to be a mess right now.”

“So you're doin' that for her...?” Soda tilted his head so Steve could look at him proper. Steve avoided eye contact.

“...No.”

Soda paused, still staring hard at Steve as he crouched down ever so slightly. Steve may had been tall, but not as much as Soda. There was still about an 2 inch difference. “So, what is it then?”

Steve huffed out a sigh, angry from the interrogation for some reason. It felt like accusations were being thrown at him under Soda's concerned questions. He hated it. “I don't fucking know, Soda.”

Soda knew he was lying, but he didn't say anything. He just nodded. “...Well,” He smiles soft and easy, fixing up a curl in front of Steve's face. “That's okay, I guess. We'll figure it out later, okay?”

Steve's eyes fixated on Soda for just a second as he fixed his hair, before immediately looking away. He hummed a reply.

“...You should probably sleep in here for a bit, get yourself some stamina before school. You still have that today, right?”

Steve laughed dryly as he opened up the back door to the truck. “Yeah, in like... 40 minutes.” He flopped down and shimmied his way into the seats, getting himself comfortable and making himself a pillow with a shirt found on the floor of the vehicle.

Soda giggles, fixing the blanket once more at Steve's legs and arms to tuck him in proper. “I can call in for you. Give you about an excused... 3 hours?”

Steve groaned as he stretched out. “Three hours works for me...” He pulled his legs up to his chest and blinked slow as he relaxed.

“You're too damn nice to me, y'know that?”

Soda grinned. “Nah. I'm just bein' a good friend, 's all.” He shrugged and closed the door carefully. “Sleep well, okay?” He sounded muffled through the window, but Steve still nodded and pulled the covers over his head to avoid the light coming in.

Ding ding!

The day's finally started. Steve's asleep, and Soda's finally opened up shop. To his surprise, he sees a little green fella right behind the counter waiting for him...

Guess that rats did keep their end of the bargain.

[the-laughing-lunatic]

OH MY GOD TF2 WRITER!!! You are my savior.

ANYWAYS I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE MERCS (more specifically Scout, Spy, Sniper & Engineer if you don’t wanna do them all) WITH A MALE S/O WHO IS CONSTANTLY DYING OR GETTING INJURED DUE TO BADLUCK?

(Of course! Hope you enjoy, thx for reqesting!)

Scout, Spy, Sniper & Engineer x a m!s/o with bad luck (ROMANTIC)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Scout☆

Holy cow is it hard for him to get used to

You die at least once a day but he still cries like a baby whenever it happens

Denies it every time though

“Oh god, it never takes this long, what if my baby’s gone for good? That ain’t gonna happen, you’re bein’ stupid Jeremy. But what if it does? *sniffle* I mean, I- I dunno what I’d do, an just—”

“Hey babe! I grabbed some sodas for us on the way back from respawn, the vending machine was being a pain though. …you alright?

He’d immediately hug you and wipe away his tears. “ ‘m fine. Just glad you’re back, doll. Missed ya.”

Though this guy knows nothing about first aid, he’ll do what his ma always did when he got injured:

“Prince, stop freakin’ out and let me kiss your boo-boo better, kay?”

“Jeremy, I’m not ten, I can handle a tiny bullet wound.”

“Don’t care, c'mere sweetheart. You need some kisses from your hot-ass boyfriend to feel better.”

“What I need is a Medic.”

“C’mon, please?”

“...fine.”

☆Spy☆

Like Scout he’s also dramatic as fuck when you die

Falls to his knees and cries silently over your dead body kind of dramatic

He’s lost one of his lovers before, and it kills him to see it happen in front of him everyday

He’s absolutely terrified that one day you won’t respawn

Doesn’t like to talk about how he feels though, he wants to be strong for his lover

He will require a lot of quality time after you get respawned to calm his mind down that you’re okay

Cuddling, holding your hand in his smoking room, he just needs to be close to you

Helps you when you’re injured, though he does chastise you

(cue homoerotic fixing injuries scene)

“Mon amour, it was simply irresponsible of you to go into the sewers with your luck, it was reckless,” he’d say as he patched you up.

“But you dropped your watch down there, I had to get it back for you.”

“You are insufferably eager, my beau…but it is sweet. Never do anything like that again, though, I worry about you enough as is.”

“Awww, you worry about me?”

“Of course I do, je t'aime. Now shut up and let me help you.”

☆Sniper☆

We all know this guy is hella protective, so of course he’ll protect you even more with how much you get injured.

He’d want nothing more than to keep you in a locked room with nothing to hurt yourself with all day so no harm could ever come to you, but unfortunately that’s “weird” and “illegal”

He constantly wants to be around you to at least try to prevent the inevitable

Even during battles, he tends to double-check where you are on the map to make sure you’re okay, and if you’re not, see who hurt you so he could kill them

He may not have the most traditional sense of first aid training, he mostly knows natural tricks when you’re injured to help you. 

“Love, love, calm down, I got some razor strop for your cut there, ‘s like a bandaid. Fix you up real quick, spunk.”

He wants to take you camping but he knows he’d just be anxious about his boyfriend the entire time

“Mick, c’mon, I can handle one tiny camping trip.”

“You burnt yourself on the coffee kettle twice today. It was unplugged.”

“No coffee kettles in the forest though.”

“Can we just stay here where I know you’ll be okay, love?”

“But you wante—”

“I know, but anytime I spend with you makes me happy, okay? If you’re safe and with me, I’m grand.”

☆Engineer☆

This poor man

He’s worried sick about you all the time

You’re not allowed into his workshop anymore after a few too many incidents with the machinery

During battle he’ll constantly do what you want if it’ll keep you safer

You need a dispenser by you even if the rest of the team needs it somewhere else? He’s putting it by you

He makes you wear a spare hardhat of his in case an anvil falls on you or some shit (with your luck it probably would happen) 

Since you’re not allowed in his workshop it kind of forces him to be less of a workaholic so he can hang out with his boyfriend

Will stay by your side when you’re injured

“Dell, it’s sweet of you to stay while I have a broken leg, but wouldn’t you rather hang out with the rest of the team instead of here? I mean, it’s gonna be really boring.”

“Darling, I’m staying. I’d rather be here with you than at the snazziest rodeo out there.”

“Ach, young love. Now my patient, here is your paste you must eat. It is good for you, it has plenty of nutrients in it, and definitely not drugs you need to take. And your straw, now tschüss!”

“.....are you still sure you wanna stay?”

“Wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else, sugar.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[buckysgrace]

Five

Illicit Affair Masterlist Professor!Steve Harrington x fem!OC

CW: Drinking, intoxicated dry humping, some spitting

Steve can't seem to get away from Daphne.

“Did you look over my paper then?” Daphne asked as she furrowed her dark eyebrows together, making him wince as the dreaded topic came forward. He liked to meet with each of his students at each point in the semester, but it was always harder to meet with the ones that were struggling. He wasn’t sure how to be reassuring. 

“I did,” He agreed as he stared down at his folder, unsure of how to go forward, “Did you read through the instructions?” He pulled his glasses out, putting them on as he looked at where he had printed off her paper and marked it up. 

“Yeah,” She replied gloomily as she lingered a little too close to him, “I guess it didn’t make sense then.” She crossed her legs before she began to bounce them up and down, the tip of her shoe hitting against his chair.

He thought it was odd that despite it being so cold outside, she still wore dresses and skirts. Not even long ones. Short ones that were just a little too revealing in his opinion. He wasn’t sure how her legs didn’t break off from the freezing temperatures. 

“It did for the most part,” He started, not wanting her to doubt herself, “But I think you’re mixing up the names. Or most of the people.” He told her softly, not mentioning that many of the names she had mixed up had been the names of locations as well. 

“The textbook is really confusing,” She admitted, making him nod his head in agreement, “I think it just all gets jumbled.” She pressed her fingers up to her thick lips, furrowing her eyebrows as she continued to stare at his notes in worry. 

“It happens,” He told her quickly, thinking of his own issues through grade school, “Maybe if you tried to organize the names by people and places to start with it would be a little less confusing.” He suggested, trying to recall where he had put his highlighters. He really did think that would make it just a little easier for her. 

He glanced back towards her a second later when the room grew silent, slightly tense. Her blue eyes were glazed over with tears, the hue a brighter blue than usual. Her bottom lip trembled as she blinked rapidly, taking a deep exhale. 

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He said quickly, feeling like an ass suddenly as he faced her. He felt like his environment in this classroom was a lot less strict than how it had been when he taught high schoolers. He wasn’t sure how he had managed to leave her in tears. 

“It’s not your fault,” She sniffled as she stared up at the ceiling, laughing to herself, “I’m just having like a midlife crisis.” She began as she threw her hands up a second later, fat tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she shook her head. 

“I think you’re too young for that,” He offered kindly, “Why are you taking this class anyways?” He asked curiously, tilting his head down to try and get a better look at her. He couldn’t remember her mentioning what her degree was. But it didn’t seem to be in ancient histories or anything relevant to that. 

“For the credits,” She admitted as she pushed her hair out of her face, “I don’t need this class. It was just something random that I thought would be easy.” She explained with a shrug of her shoulders. He smiled softly, knowing that many people probably thought his class was a breeze.

“To help your degree?” He searched for clarity, wanting her to elaborate on what she was wanting to achieve. He thought it would be easier for her to find classes that were more directed towards her degree. 

“No,” She shook her head, “I was going to be a nurse but that fell through and now I don’t know what to do. And then my long term boyfriend cheated on me with my twin brother and they’re getting married, which is like great. And now I’m crying in front of you and yeah.” She cried again, holding her face in her hands as he blinked slowly as he processed everything at once. He had also been cheated on in the past, but she hadn’t left him for his twin. That sounded painful. 

“Sounds like it’s been an eventful year,” He spoke up softly, unsure of what he was really supposed to say to comfort her, “You know you can drop this class if it’s too hard or stressful.” He rested a hand along her back, rubbing her shoulder blades softly. 

“I can’t,” She sniffled as she rubbed at her eyes, “I need something to distract me so I don’t end up falling apart. Or breaking down. Which I guess is happening right now.” She laughed once again, dropping her hands as she looked up at him in defeat.

“I felt like crying when I turned thirty,” He chuckled as he faced her, “If that makes you feel any better. Life can be rough.” He dropped his hand, feeling like his palm was burning from where he had touched her. 

“I’m sorry for crying in front of you.” She took a deep breath, calming herself down as he thought about reaching out to reassure her once again. 

“Don’t apologize,” He told her seriously as he gave her knee a little squeeze, “It’s okay. I’m sorry about everything that happened to you, your brother seems like a dick.” He added seriously, staring at the way her skin looked underneath his. 

“He used to be my best friend,” She sighed deeply as she lazily stretched her legs out, “This is embarrassing. I’m going to change the subject now. Um, how can I make my grade better?” He thought about adding something else but then decided against it, wanting to honor her wishes of moving past what she had just said.

“Maybe some tutoring would help?” He suggested, “No offense but your papers are atrocious too.” He chuckled softly, sure that there was no other way to break it to her. 

“I wanted to be a nurse,” She said with a laugh, “I’m good at math and science. Writing is not my strong point.” She pointed out as she stared at the paper, looking as if it might bite her. 

“It wasn’t mine either,” He admitted as he scanned her paper again, “What days are you available?” He asked her, watching as she blinked the rest of her tears from her eyes. 

“Tuesdays and Thursdays after two.” She replied as she straightened out her shoulders, inhaling deeply as she pressed a smile to her lips once again. He liked the way she smiled. 

“How about you come by my office at three then,” He started as he wrote down the building and room number, “You can just text me when you are on your way.” He added a second later, watching the way her smile grew. 

“You’re giving me your number?” She faced him quickly, eyebrows raised as he chuckled at her question. If only it was that easy. 

“It’s in the syllabus,” He pointed out with a smug grin, “You and your peers are pretty terrible at writing out emails. And someone usually finds my number anyway.” He added, although he hadn’t had much of an issue with it since he’d tried at the university. High school had been worse. Kids were weird. 

“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t say any of that,” She grinned as she tapped her bare knee against his clothed one, “And just go with that you gave me your number.” She giggled as she stood, leaving his eyebrows raised as he took in her forwardness. He invited it, however. It was nice. 

“This is professional.” He reminded her, trying to keep as stern as he could. But he couldn’t. He was smiling right along with her. Fuck. She drove him crazy. 

“Of course,” She nodded her head along, grinning playfully, “But I can still be your favorite student. The vibes are still there.” She added a second later, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“The what?” He tilted his head, laughing softly at the odd words she spoke with sometimes. She dropped her shoulders, looking at him dramatically before she shook her head. 

“Never mind,” She shook her head as she picked up her bag from the floor, still smiling, “I will definitely only text you for educational purposes of course.” She added teasingly, pointing her phone at him in a playful manner. 

“Don’t text after ten,” He added as she headed towards the door, “I’m in bed at that time.” He replied as he lazily twisted back and forth in his chair. Although, he wouldn’t mind if he woke up to a few late night texts from her. He couldn’t say that about many people. 

“Not all of the time,” She reminded him gleefully, “See you soon. And thank you for the help!” She added as she left from the door, his eyes lingering at the way the back of her dress rose over her thighs. He leaned back in his chair, groaning at the impending doom that settled over him. This was gonna be harder than he thought. 

“Next time I’m picking where we go.” Robin spoke up, looking disgruntled as they passed a plate of fries back and forth. She was sipping on a mojito as she sat close to him, somehow managing to convince him to go out for the second time that week on the condition that he picked the location. Another bar. He needed another drink.

“What’s wrong with this place?” He asked seriously as he brought his third beer up to his lips. He wasn’t meaning to go out and drink this much, but it was the weekend. He could worry about grading papers another day. 

“You only pick bars,” She whined as she dramatically kicked her feet out, “And not any of the fun ones.” She grumbled before she shoved another handful of fries into her mouth. 

“The last time you picked out the bar I only got hit on by men.” He reminded her, shaking his head as he scanned the bar. It was busy, but he didn’t really see anyone that he’d want to approach. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy yourself.” She replied, making him snort as he recalled the memory. He looked at her curiously, noting the judgemental expression that formed on her features as she looked behind him. 

“Hi,” Daphne grinned as she approached, stumbling forward with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, “S’nice to see you again, professor.” She replied as she fake saluted him before she began to laugh again. He looked at her surprised, sure that it was just his luck to run into her when he was searching for anyone else. His hole suddenly seemed a lot deeper. 

“Nice to see you too,” He grinned as he turned towards her curiously, “You look like you’ve been having fun.” He replied, unsure of how she wasn’t freezing in the outfit she wore. It was a sparkly, pink two piece set. Her crop top just barely covered her chest and left her midriff completely exposed. Her skirt rested snuggly on her hips, but had a slit on the left side of her leg that raced nearly up to her hip. 

“I had like so many shots,” She said dramatically as she blew her bangs out of her eyes, resting lazily against the bar as she tapped her index finger across her other fingers, “And two apple-tinis, uh a mai tai. I might get another. Or a long island iced tea.” She pressed her lips together, the mauve color slightly smeared as she thought about it. 

“Maybe some water,” He suggested as he took another bite from his fry, noting the sluggish way she kept sliding back and forth. Her smile was painted on her face, like everything was amusing, “This is Daphne, by the way.” He said as he turned towards Robin. 

“You’re funny,” She grinned as she leaned forward to boop his nose, “I like the shape.” She said with a nod of her head, looking too fascinated as she traced her finger across his nose. Electricity traveled across his face, his heart hammering a little roughly against the side of his neck. 

He was silent for a second, shivers racing up his spine at the way she traced her fingers along his face. He wished he had the strength to brush her off, but he didn’t want to. He liked the way her fingers felt on his skin, how her eyes twinkled even in the dim room. 

“Are you the one that sent the boobs?” Robin asked suddenly, breaking him from his trance as he looked back to her in horror. Daphne’s hand dropped rather roughly against the side of the bar. 

“You talked about my boobs?” She laughed as she brought her hand up to her chest, looking rather flattered as he thought about melting into the floor. He kicked at Robin’s stool. 

“No, no,” He said quickly as he sent Robin a quick glare, “She’s just full of it.” He added underneath his breath, watching the way she innocently held up her hands and laughed. He turned towards Daphne, gulping at how close she had moved to him. 

“You didn’t like them?” She pouted, features dropping as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He took another chug from his beer, inviting the buzzing sensation that rushed through him. 

“I never saw them,” Robin shot back quickly, “So I can’t have an opinion on them.” She added quickly, looking worried as if she had done something bad. He rolled his eyes, fairly certain that she had looked at the picture the last time she went through his phone. 

“What about now?” Daphne asked seriously, acting before either of them could react as she flipped her pink sparkly top over her small tits. They bounced from the rough action, her nipples hard and puffy as he suddenly couldn’t find any words to say. Like his brain had just disconnected from his tongue. She laughed as she stumbled back shirt remaining tucked over her boobs as she held onto the bar for support. 

“Steve!” Robin snapped, trying to reach forward as he was finally snapped out of his stupor. He roughly swallowed the fry that he had been chewing on, wincing before he reached forward and tugged the tight cropped shirt back in place. He ignored the feeling of her skin on his, fearing that he might recall a previous memory if he didn’t shut it down. 

“I’m pretty sure your top is supposed to stay over your boobs.” He replied as he glanced up at her, wondering if she realized what she had done. He glanced around, trying to see if anyone else had. 

“I don’t think I’m gonna remember doing that in the morning.” She giggled as she held onto him, looking a little too gleeful. Alcohol must make her frisky. 

“I don’t think you are either,” He laughed as his fingertips brushed against her bare midriff, “Did you come with your friends?” He asked as he glanced behind her, but didn’t get very far in his search. He didn’t know what they looked like. 

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” She giggled as she leaned forward again, cocking her eyebrows lazily as he forced his arms to drop to his sides.

“Never,” He teased, trying to ignore the warmth that spread through him as she leaned up against him and began to run her fingers through his hair, “Professional.” He mumbled softly, very aware of Robin’s eyes lingering on them. And he could feel his own walls cracking. 

“This is totally professional, don’t you think?” Daphne turned towards Robin, her lips pulled into a  cheesy grin as she continued to tangle her fingers through his hair. 

“Oh absolutely.” Robin nodded her head in agreement, an incredulous expression on her features. She was clearly baffled, probably surprised as to whom he’d gotten himself involved with this time. 

“Let me get you and your friend a drink,” She said as she stood a little straighter, “Please.” She pouted out her lips, looking too sweet for him to deny. There was nothing wrong with her ordering him a drink. It was fine, just friendly.

“How long have you been here?” Robin asked in amusement as Daphne struggled to crawl on top of the stool. He had a feeling it had to do with the large heels she had on. 

“I don’t know,” She answered after she tried to think about it, “We went to a few different places before this.” She replied as she passed the shots down the table, grinning proudly before she passed down the beers they’d ordered.

“Are you celebrating something?” Robin asked curiously, making a face before she took her shot. Steve pressed his up to his lips, grinning before he downed it quickly. He liked tequila.

“Uh no,” She giggled, “More like forgetting something. Not me crying in your classroom earlier. Well, maybe a little bit of that too.” She added as she held up her index finger, laughing as she crossed her ankles lazily. 

“You made her cry?” Robin asked horrified, smacking at his arm before he swatted her away. 

“I didn’t make her cry,” He clarified quickly, “She’s going through a rough time.” He replied instead, not really sure if he should air out Daphne’s dirty laundry. It really wasn’t his business. 

“My ex boyfriend of like three years cheated on me,” She began to explain again, “With my twin brother.” She gestured back to herself, speaking about it more freely this time. Probably thanks to the alcohol. 

“Oh.” Robin said softly. 

“And now they’re getting married.”

“Oh.” She added deeper, eyes wide as she glanced towards Steve in horror. He shrugged his shoulders, still unsure of how to comfort her. He didn’t have any siblings that he’d be able to relate that betrayal to. 

“But what can you do, you know?” Daphne asked as she shook her head, gesturing her hands about as she spoke, “It’s just like life, I guess. Very shitty but I do love my brother so it’s just hard.”

“What about your ex?” Robin asked, “Did you love him?” She asked softly as the music changed in the background, turning more slower as Daphne scooted a little closer to them. He shifted a bit, inviting her knees up against the side of his leg. 

“No,” She answered quickly, eyes a little wide, “I thought we were going to split up regardless but he could have, like not cheated.” She explained, rambling a little bit like she was unsure about her answer as well. 

“Men just think with their dicks,” Robin added as she shoved at Steve’s stool, “Which is why women are better.” She said with a knowing look. He thought about bringing Jessie up but then decided against it. He’d still need a few more rounds before he brought up cheating exes. 

“You’d like my sister,” She answered, “Big lesbian. Hates men. She’s kinda mean though.” She nodded her head along, laughing as she thought about it. 

“Hm,” Steve turned back to Robin, grinning in amusement, “Sounds like your type.” He referenced the type of women she’d been chasing around recently. 

“Very funny,” Robin shook her head as she chugged down the remainder of her drink, “What do we think about that one?” She asked, gently motioning towards a dark haired woman across the bar. Steve observed her for a moment.

“I don’t think so,” He said with a shake of his head, “She just came from a group of guys.” He pointed out, taking another gulp from his drink as Daphne leaned closer.

“What are we talking about?” She stammered out, narrowing her eyes as Robin shifted uncomfortably in her spot. 

“Trying to figure out if she’s into women or not,” He explained, trying to ignore the way her fingers latched against his skin, “Robin is shy.” He said a moment later as she nodded her head along.

“I’ll be right back.” Daphne answered, standing and almost tripping as she waddled off. He pressed a palm over his mouth, laughing to himself as Robin gasped in horror.

“We need more drinks,” She ordered quickly, eyes wide as she held her hand out and waited. She took a shot, watching from the corner of her eye, “What are you doing with her?” She asked as she stuck her tongue out, eyes squinted in disgust as he pulled his shot up to his lips. 

“Nothing,” He told her quickly as he glanced towards Daphne, crossing his arms over his chest, “There’s no relationship at all.” He felt the smile forming on his lips despite his defensive stance as a familiar buzz spread through him. 

“Does she realize that?” She asked as she shoved at his arm again, making him scoff. Of course Daphne knew that. She was just a little too drunk. He was getting there too. 

“Yeah, she does,” He defended the both of them, “She’s just a bit, uh, eccentric.” He replied as he nodded his head, unable to help the grin as Daphne wobbled back over with a napkin in her hands. 

“She gave you her number,” Daphne announced proudly, a little too loudly, “But I uh couldn’t remember your name. I’m Daphne by the way.” She continued to talk over the beat of the music, swaying to it. 

“It was nice to meet you, Daphne,” Robin said as she gave her hand another little shake, “My name is Robin by the way.” She pointed out, making Daphne’s eyes widen in understanding as she happily took the paper. 

“Like the bird, I like it,” She giggled as she waved at her, “It was nice to meet you!” She shouted happily as she waddled back over to Steve.

“Uh uh,” He laughed as he pulled his drink away from her, finishing his beer before she could steal it from him, “I think you’ve had enough.” He told her seriously, eyes slanting a bit as the room warmed to him too. He liked how close she was.

“Do you want to step outside with me?” She asked him, speaking into his ear, “I gotta walk back soon.” She explained to him, making him shake his head softly.

“You can’t walk back.” He told her, his hand moving on its own as he reached out to hold onto her hips. She was really petite. He felt a lot larger than she did.

“My phone is dead and I can’t call an Uber,” She explained as she looked around, “And I may or may not have run off without my friends.” She giggled softly, smiling as she messed with the buttons on his shirt.

“I’ll order one for you,” He told her as he reached for his phone in his pocket, shifting away so she couldn’t grab it, “Are you alright for a few minutes?”

“Oh yeah,” Robin snorted as she looked at him, “I’m ordering more fries though.” She replied, grinning from ear to ear as Daphne repeated her address to him several times. 

He ensured that the ride was confirmed before he walked out with her, his balance a little off as he slammed his shoulder into the door. He winced, laughing as she roughly kicked the door open in support of him. 

“You sure you’re not cold?” He asked as she turned towards him, sauntering as another cold breeze smacked against him. He wasn’t sure how she seemed unaffected. 

“Walking in the freezing cold half-dressed will sober me up so quickly, just watch.” She gestured her hands out widely, grinning as she began to walk away. He wasn’t sure where she was going, but he followed behind regardless. 

“You’re a character.” He told her seriously. She wasn’t at all what he thought she would be. But he liked that too. 

“I’ve been told,” She admitted as she linked their fingers together, “And spoiled. I’m the youngest child.” She told him as they approached a little 24 hour stall. He wondered if there were any coats inside of there. He thought that she needed one. 

“Explains why you can’t take no for an answer.” He teased her, ignoring how his fingers burned against hers. It was probably due to the cold. He stopped her, not wanting her to go too far. 

“You haven’t outright said no,” She giggled softly, “I’d back off if that was the case. Do you want me to?” She replied seriously, looking a little horrified as she came to a complete stop. He shook his head, not feeling forced at all. 

“Not really,” He leaned against the side of the building as he looked down at her, counting the stars that were shining in her eyes, ““You know what’s always good when you’re drunk?” He asked her, watching the way her eyes flashed in curiosity. 

“A cigarette,” She answered at the same time he pulled his carton out, “You know these taste awful any other time. I had a different ex that used to vape.” She brought up a second later, squinting her eyes as she thought about the memory. 

“Yeah?” He asked, glancing down as he flicked the lighter a few times until he got it lit, “Did you prefer that?” He asked curiously, putting his lighter away before he took a deep inhale. 

“I guess I didn’t really care,” She shrugged her shoulders as she took the cigarette from his mouth, “What about you?” She asked him this time, pressing it in between her lips as she raised her eyebrows at him. 

“Never tried,” He watched as she took a long drag, holding the smoke in her lungs before she exhaled deeply, “I don’t even like smoking that much.” He admitted, wrinkling his nose softly at the way she blew the smoke towards his face.

“Then why are you smoking?” She teased him, passing the cigarette back towards him. He chuckled as he took a long drag from it this time, blowing it back playfully towards her face.

“Because of you,” He told her seriously, watching the way her eyebrows raised on her forehead, “You’re kinda stressing me out.” He admitted slyly, taking another drag as she measured him up.

“In a good way?” She questioned him, red hair twisting in front of her face as another breeze hit her. He crushed the cigarette out against the side of the building, moving his hands so he could move her hair from her face. She giggled, her eyes not as hazy as they had been earlier.

His hands fell to her hips, brushing over the odd sequins on her skirt as he pulled her flush against him. He blamed it on the beers he’d had, on the shot that she’d given him. His nose brushed against hers, his lips parting as he thought about how nice her mouth had felt against his many months ago. 

She moved her palms across his chest, rubbing across his shirt as she stood on her tippy toes as they shared the same deep inhale. He could feel his heart thumping roughly against his ribs, vibrating through his body as he swallowed the guilty feeling. One kiss couldn’t hurt. 

He captured her mouth with his lips, kissing her deeply as he felt himself melting against her warm skin. His lips dragged against her soft ones slowly, savoring the taste and feel of her as his hands drifted lower on her hips. He cupped her ass, squeezing softly and earning a little squeak from her before she continued to trail her lips against his. 

“Daphne,” He sighed as he pulled away, keeping his eyes shut as she continued to kiss along his chin and jaw, “We can’t.” He tilted his head to the side, chewing on his bottom lip as her tongue traced out against his skin again. 

“Why?” She hummed against his skin, licking at his neck as she slunk her hands into the back of his jean pockets, “We’re not at school. You’re not teaching right now.” She pointed out, dragging her lips back up towards his chin. 

“Doesn’t change our relationship.” He sighed softly as he looked down at her, wondering if there was a way to convince her to drop this class. His mind was too buzzed at the moment to really care if he was being honest.

“So,” She whispered softly, “You’re attracted to me and I’m attracted to you, so what’s the problem?” She questioned as she stepped closer to him, demanding an answer.

“I could lose my job,” He said with a laugh, although he wasn’t too worried about it at the moment. He would be fucked if anyone saw him this close to her anyways, “Are you always this forward?”

“Sometimes,” She giggled softly, “Why? Do you like it?” She took a few steps back, stepping into the darker alley as he raised his eyebrows. He felt his heart hammering, his veins burning as she raised her top up over her chest once again.

He watched silently, all of his blood racing to his cock as she removed her top completely. Her smirk grew in confidence as she reached for the side of her skirt, unzipping it until it fell to the ground. 

“What?” She grinned as she stood in front of him, wearing only the thin thong she had on underneath her skirt, “Not like you haven’t seen any of it before.” She added playfully as she turned her body back and forth, showing off her curves. 

“Mhm,” He hummed in response, eyes tracing over her slender body as he crossed his ankles out in front of him, “Do you usually walk around naked?” He asked as he bounced back from staring at her round ass, meeting her eyes once again. 

“Not usually,” She grinned as she swayed her hips, walking towards him, “Just felt right I guess.” She replied as she tilted her head up towards him, making his lips curl into a little smirk. 

“You remember what I said about keeping it professional?” He asked her curiously, knowing that line had become so muddled that he could no longer see it. The alcohol was coursing through his system, erasing any feelings of guilt or worry. 

“Mhm.” She confirmed with a smug smile. He drifted his eyes over her soft skin, taking in how tiny she looked in comparison to him. She had been just a little shorter than Robin, nothing too severe. But she was petite, small shoulders and narrow hips that looked even tinier against his large hand. 

“You’re making it really hard.” He told her softly, seriously as he knew that he’d be damned if anyone else knew about this. Or about them kissing earlier. It was too risky, yet he felt himself drawn towards her even more. Part of him wondered if it was worth the risk. 

“Am I?” She grinned at him mischievously as she slowly pressed herself against his bulge, “Because I’m like really horny right now.” She whispered before she began to laugh, like it was a secret. He was already well aware of how she felt. 

“I can tell.” He chuckled as he moved his hands to her hips, giving her a soft squeeze before he moved his palms further up. She was right. They weren’t at school right now. No one else had to know. 

“It was all the shots.” She whined dramatically as his hands fell to her boobs, cupping them softly as she leaned into his touch. He felt his cock stirring underneath her soft flesh, his heart pounding in his chest as her nipples dragged against his palms. 

“Makes you frisky.” He hummed, his bottom lip gently brushing against hers. He sighed deeply, mouth slowly parting as he invited her into a deep kiss.

He savored the taste of cigarette smoke and the sweet alcohol on her tongue, his hands slowly moving to her hips once again as her palms fell to his chest. He flicked his tongue inside of her mouth, swirling it softly against her own as she began to drag her hips down against his aching bulge.

He sighed against her mouth, slowly rocking his hips upwards as he craved the feeling of her warmth against his cock. He could feel her wetness seeping through her thong, dragging along the way his cock was throbbing underneath her. 

“Daph,” He groaned as his lips fell open against hers, his mind fuzzy as the pleasure raced up his spine. He dug his fingers into her hips, clinging to her as he dragged his cock against the drenched material of her panties, “Jesus.”

“Yeah?” She giggled softly, moaning breathlessly against his mouth as she continued to grind her soft cunt along his long cock, “Wish I could feel you inside me.” She whimpered softly as he pressed her up against the building, hooking a leg over his waist.

He groaned against her mouth, picturing how warm and wet her cunt would feel around his girth at the moment. Much better than his hand, but he recognized that it couldn’t happen. This shouldn’t be happening either, but he felt like he was in too far.

She trailed her mouth across his chin again, licking softly as he continued to rut his hips up against her wet panties. He closed his eyes, desperately wanting to feel her bare skin against his. The urge to strip his pants down was growing.

She gripped his chin, dragging him further down to her mouth as the hazy look spread through her eyes. He groaned as he kneaded at her ass this time, sighing against her mouth as she puckered her lips together.

She spit, drooling into his mouth as a deep whimper left his chest. It was unexpected, so dirty and filthy that his heart hammered roughly inside of his chest. His cock ached, twitching before he came roughly inside of his boxers.

“Fuck!” He hissed, whining softly as he pressed against her cunt roughly. He fell flat against her, squishing her between him and the building as his high washed over him. He hadn’t come inside of his pants since high school. Jesus.

He stared at her with a mixture of shock and disbelief, the gears in his mind twisting as he drifted his hands down her sides. It was then that he noticed the goosebumps on her skin, her ice cold flesh.

“Jesus,” He pulled away, mind slowly clearing and legs quivering as he reached for her clothes. He huffed underneath his breath, feeling like he had been under a spell as he quickly began to redress her, “You’re freezing.” He pointed out, struggling with her zipper and she whined.

“No fair,” She huffed as he stuck her shirt on over her head, “You got to finish.” She protested, making him feel that much worse as he felt the mess in his boxers. He had been all over her in public, where anyone could see. 

He stayed quiet as the sound of honking drew him further out of his stupor. He checked his phone, confirming her Uber had arrived before he tugged her forward. He did a quick confirmation that it was the right one before he dropped his coat from his shoulders and put it over her.

“Smells like you,” She giggled, eyes still hazy as he held the door open for her, “You sure you don’t want to join me?” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows as he felt an uncomfortable feeling settling over him. Why did she have to be so desirable?

“Have a good night.” He smiled at her, ensuring that she was buckled and safe before he shut the door. He winced as the car drove off, sighing as the cold stuck to his bones. He was royall fucked.

Not only did he let her strip down in public, he’d also humped her like a dog and let her spit in his mouth. And came in his pants in only a few minutes. Jesus. There was something wrong with him. 

“You took forever.” Robin commented once he joined her again, making him squirm as he tried to play it off. He could pretend everything was fine, even though the buzz was beginning to wear off. 

“I was waiting for her Uber with her,” He scoffed as he fixed his hair, “She could’ve gotten hurt on her own.” He explained, shaking his head as he stared at the table. He couldn’t look at her. She would know. 

“Uh huh,” She nodded along, “I don’t want your excuses, you’re nasty.” She shoved at him, leaving him gasping as he shook her accusation away. She was all knowing smirks, making him that much more frantic.

“I didn’t do anything.” He said as he shook his head, running his hands through his hair as he tried to get his heart to stop pounding. Damn it. 

“Did your pants get that memo?” She asked as she glanced down slowly to his jeans, making him stall before he followed suit. He stared at the obvious wet spot, making his face flush all over again.

“Fuck.”